Summary: The legend for King Arthur is a fuzzy line between logic and lies. Some say Arthur and his Knights were secretly hidden under ground, waiting the day their country would need them once more. That day has come, May 31 2109.

Disclaimer: Ya ya, what I wrote, you will not recognize. Other then that you can presume I borrowed it from the movies and legends.

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The Earth 2 generals stood side by side, awaiting the presentation promised them patiently as they all gazed wide eyed at the glass wall in front of them, blocked by another wall of cement.

Doctor Reis walked to the side of the door behind everyone and punched in his code.

The cement wall slowly retracted to reveal the room behind it dark as night.

He flipped another switch and the room lit up instantly, fourteen men and women no older then twenty standing in the same formation as the generals were revealed.

"Have no worries, this is a one way mirror!" Dr. Reis said clapping his hands together and smiling at them as he walked back to the front.

The generals began whispering to one another in different languages.

"Who are they?" one asked curiously, looking at them with his eyes open wide.

"They are the fourteen descendents of the original thirteen Knights of the Round Table." Dr. Lovas said, cutting in as she walked up to Dr. Reis.

"How is this possible?" Another General asked loudly, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh well you see, once we found the graves all the Knights were buried in we used there DNA to find ancestors, but then, we took the youngest of each line and manipulated there genes to give them skills unlike any normal human would." Dr. Lovas said, beside her self with excitement.

Reis glared at her as he walked to the glass and pointed at the first in line.

"This is Ronan, he is a descendant of King Arthur, or Artorius as he was originally named. Ronan is identical to Arthur in every way except his personality." Reis paused, smiling at the generals again, "All of them are the same way. There personalities have yet to be molded, the buyer chooses everything they want installed and we keep them for an extra week to make sure everything is working tip top!"

One general sighed, "How much Doctor?" he asked, seriously doubting any one would be able to buy all of them.

"For one, three billion dollars, but buy in a group of three and we cut the price by a billion or so." Reis replied, nodding his head.

"You said fourteen, but there were only thirteen Knights." Another general said suddenly.

"Ah yes, we have a set of twins, a boy and girl named Night and Venus. They are descendants of Lancelot, Arthur's most trusted companion." Reis said proudly. "They come as a set of course."

Immediately the generals began shouting their bids, leaving Reis and Lovas to continue smiling and laughing despite themselves.

Inside the next room Venus and Night stood up straight, hands behind their backs.

"What's going on?" Venus asked quietly, not daring to move her lips.

"They're selling us." Ronan replied darkly, "They said something about 'installing personalities' as well."

Night almost laughed, "You can read lips now?" he asked, clearly being sarcastic.

"Shut it, I have plenty of skills you will never be gifted enough to understand." Ronan snapped.

The cement walls began to shut again and everyone moved about freely.

"Stop bickering! Did you see them say anything about why they're selling us?" Venus asked curiously, turning to look at Night and Ronan.

Ronan sighed, "No but last week I overheard some of the scientists talking about us like were all some sort of secret weapon."

"Then if they take away our personalities......they could make us do anything." Venus said in totally disbelief.

Ronan shrugged, "That is our purpose."

Heath, a descendent of Gawain, came up to them suddenly, "Did you hear? Last night the Doctor's almost resurrected the original Knights!"

"Don't listen to rumors." Ronan hissed as the cement walls began to slide open again and they all filed back into line.