"A Commando in King Yami's Court"
a yu-gi-oh fic by SchizoAuthoress
Story Summary: Dr. Bakura Ryou is a scientist from the future. He's got a plan to stop a nuclear disaster that occurred in the early twenty-first century, and he takes the cyborg Captain Tristan along to help him. For some reason, they end up in medieval times where Bakura is confused with the resident evil sorcerer. With their only way to get back to their home- time destroyed by a knight's trained dragon, they must find a way to defeat the evil sorcerer and recover the court wizard's source of power.
A/N: The roles that the characters play are based on their favorite cards. If the character's favorite card doesn't match up with what the series says, then it's my own opinion. Anyway. . .
Yami-- The King, because he used to be a pharaoh or something
Yugi-- The court wizard, sort of a Merlin-archtype. Dark Magician.
Joey-- an Elemental knight (Sir Joseph of Salamandron). Flame Swordsman, Salamandron, Kunai with Chain.
Taea (looks nicer to me spelled this way) -- a wandering sorceress. Magician of Faith.
Seto-- an unorthodox knight-errant (Sir Seto of Kaiba, he trains dragons instead of slaying them). Blue-Eyes White Dragon, Sagi the Dark Clown.
Mai-- The Queen, after all, she was a champion in the video-game arc. Harpy Lady (she likes recreational hunting with hawks. . .anyone know what this is called? Something like "falconing" I believe).
Bakura-- A scientist who wants to change the past to save his home-time. Change of Heart.
Tristan-- Cyborg military captain who accompanies Bakura. Cyber Commando. [?]
The specialized punctuation in this story:
"dialogue"
word "sound"word.
~thoughts~
::spell/magic card::
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A Commando in King Yami's Court
Part One: Those Funny But Usually Unimportant "Confused Locals" Scenes That Start All Time-Travel Movies
A peaceful countryside with lush green hills, sprinkled liberally with blue-and-white wildflowers suddenly crackled with electricity. A low, sonorous "boom" echoed through the field. A sphere that seemed to be made of light flashed, then vanished almost instantaneously.
Two men stood in the scorched-out circle where the sphere had touched down. Both were clad in outfits acceptable to late-20th or early-21st century times.
The shorter man had his long, white-blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and he blinked to adjust his dark brown eyes to his surroundings. He wore a white dress shirt, a cream-colored sweater vest bordered by a light blue and a gray stripe, khaki pants and solid tan suede shoes, all topped off by a heavy khaki trenchcoat. He held a black, softball-sized ball that beeped and blinked with multicolored lights.
His companion was quite a bit taller than he was. An angled crewcut of his dark hair and black aviator-like sunglasses dominated the tall man's impassive face. He wore all black, including his trenchcoat and knuckle gloves. The fingertips on his right hand gleamed in a dully-metallic way, as if they were made of lead.
The man in all black said quietly, "I detect minimal air-pollution, mostly wood smoke. As far as I can tell, there is no nuclear poisoning in this area." He turned to the blond, "I don't think this is 2034, Dr. Ryou."
Dr. Ryou was fiddling with the black orb he held as he said testily, "Yes, I noticed. I need a little time to recalibrate the Space-Time Control Module." A flat panel, almost like a CD-drive, popped out of the sphere, and Dr. Ryou pressed special codes into the buttons located there. More gently, he reminded his companion, "Tristan, I thought we agreed that there was no need to be formal on this mission. You know that you can call me Bakura."
Tristan had his back to Bakura, scanning the area. The lenses of his sunglasses had turned a dark, jewel-like green. "I'll do that, Dr. Bakura."
Bakura smiled distantly, still more engrossed in his Control Module than in the conversation. "Just 'Bakura,' please."
"I've got biolog*," Tristan reported, "Four of them. Two are at a reasonable distance, but two are approaching this area with considerable rapidity." He turned back to Bakura. "Bakura, one of them isn't human." *(abbreviation for "biological unit," AKA something alive)
Bakura said softly, "It's probably a horse or a dog." He finished, and the black ball went dark. "In about half an hour, the Time-Space Control Module will activate and get us to 2034."
"That's good, sir, but. . .I've cross-scanned this unknown biolog with all the DNA codes I've got. There's no match."
Bakura looked worried, but his tone was lightly facetious. "Maybe you're reading an animal without the genetic mutations of our time. Even an advanced military-intelligence officer such as yourself can make a mistake."
"This thing isn't even *close* to--"
A hiss and a "thunk" interrupted Tristan, and he stumbled forward slightly. Bakura gasped in surprise as he saw the glowing, white-hot arrow sticking out of the brunet's right shoulder. He shoved the Control Module into his trenchcoat's inner pocket and stammered, "Tr-tristan! Are.are you all right?"
"Yes. Get away from here. . .head that way," Tristan growled, pointing southwest. "No one there."
Bakura began to back away slowly. Tristan pulled the arrow out with a slight wince, his left glove smoking as he let the slender shaft drop to the scorched ground. Then, he whirled to face his attacker, casting off his black trenchcoat as he did so, and revealing that his entire right arm and shoulder was robotic.
His sunglasses, which were in truth a computer-screen visor, had gone crimson-red. A young woman of delicate build, with long golden-brown hair to her knees and star-sapphire eyes, had appeared on the top of one of the hills. She brandished an ornate staff of some golden material at the two men and screamed,
"Take that, you servant of the evil Ryo!"
~This is not happening. . .~ Bakura groaned silently, ~I can't believe this.~
Tristan shook his head and shouted, "I do not know who Ryo is! You've made a mistake!"
"Do you think I am a fool, sycophant of the baneful one?" The young woman drew herself up majestically and pointed beyond Tristan, "I, Taea, sorceress of the Fidelitas Order, can see that your master, the evil Ryo, is right behind you! And I shall fell the beast with my ::Living Arrow::!"
An arrow formed on the back of her hand, and flew in a blur of speed toward Bakura. It glowed with white heat and, if it struck the scientist, would surely be deadly.
Tristan was suddenly in front of Bakura, moving so quickly that for a split second he appeared to be in two places at once. He hit the arrow out of flight, acid yellow sparks flying with the contact. The cyborg went down on one knee, a dark red fluid seeping from the section of his robotic arm rent by the arrow.
"Get out of here, doctor." Tristan ordered. He paused to target the 'Taea' person, and shot a set of bolas at her.
The girl went down with a shriek of outrage, her lavender robes tangled and twisted among the steel cords of the bolas. A floating furball suddenly flew at Tristan, screeching horribly.
"Karribo!" Taea cried, "Come help me!"
Bakura helped Tristan to his feet. They shared a look that meant they clearly agreed that it was time to get out of that field.
END PART ONE
a yu-gi-oh fic by SchizoAuthoress
Story Summary: Dr. Bakura Ryou is a scientist from the future. He's got a plan to stop a nuclear disaster that occurred in the early twenty-first century, and he takes the cyborg Captain Tristan along to help him. For some reason, they end up in medieval times where Bakura is confused with the resident evil sorcerer. With their only way to get back to their home- time destroyed by a knight's trained dragon, they must find a way to defeat the evil sorcerer and recover the court wizard's source of power.
A/N: The roles that the characters play are based on their favorite cards. If the character's favorite card doesn't match up with what the series says, then it's my own opinion. Anyway. . .
Yami-- The King, because he used to be a pharaoh or something
Yugi-- The court wizard, sort of a Merlin-archtype. Dark Magician.
Joey-- an Elemental knight (Sir Joseph of Salamandron). Flame Swordsman, Salamandron, Kunai with Chain.
Taea (looks nicer to me spelled this way) -- a wandering sorceress. Magician of Faith.
Seto-- an unorthodox knight-errant (Sir Seto of Kaiba, he trains dragons instead of slaying them). Blue-Eyes White Dragon, Sagi the Dark Clown.
Mai-- The Queen, after all, she was a champion in the video-game arc. Harpy Lady (she likes recreational hunting with hawks. . .anyone know what this is called? Something like "falconing" I believe).
Bakura-- A scientist who wants to change the past to save his home-time. Change of Heart.
Tristan-- Cyborg military captain who accompanies Bakura. Cyber Commando. [?]
The specialized punctuation in this story:
"dialogue"
word "sound"word.
~thoughts~
::spell/magic card::
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
A Commando in King Yami's Court
Part One: Those Funny But Usually Unimportant "Confused Locals" Scenes That Start All Time-Travel Movies
A peaceful countryside with lush green hills, sprinkled liberally with blue-and-white wildflowers suddenly crackled with electricity. A low, sonorous "boom" echoed through the field. A sphere that seemed to be made of light flashed, then vanished almost instantaneously.
Two men stood in the scorched-out circle where the sphere had touched down. Both were clad in outfits acceptable to late-20th or early-21st century times.
The shorter man had his long, white-blond hair tied back in a ponytail, and he blinked to adjust his dark brown eyes to his surroundings. He wore a white dress shirt, a cream-colored sweater vest bordered by a light blue and a gray stripe, khaki pants and solid tan suede shoes, all topped off by a heavy khaki trenchcoat. He held a black, softball-sized ball that beeped and blinked with multicolored lights.
His companion was quite a bit taller than he was. An angled crewcut of his dark hair and black aviator-like sunglasses dominated the tall man's impassive face. He wore all black, including his trenchcoat and knuckle gloves. The fingertips on his right hand gleamed in a dully-metallic way, as if they were made of lead.
The man in all black said quietly, "I detect minimal air-pollution, mostly wood smoke. As far as I can tell, there is no nuclear poisoning in this area." He turned to the blond, "I don't think this is 2034, Dr. Ryou."
Dr. Ryou was fiddling with the black orb he held as he said testily, "Yes, I noticed. I need a little time to recalibrate the Space-Time Control Module." A flat panel, almost like a CD-drive, popped out of the sphere, and Dr. Ryou pressed special codes into the buttons located there. More gently, he reminded his companion, "Tristan, I thought we agreed that there was no need to be formal on this mission. You know that you can call me Bakura."
Tristan had his back to Bakura, scanning the area. The lenses of his sunglasses had turned a dark, jewel-like green. "I'll do that, Dr. Bakura."
Bakura smiled distantly, still more engrossed in his Control Module than in the conversation. "Just 'Bakura,' please."
"I've got biolog*," Tristan reported, "Four of them. Two are at a reasonable distance, but two are approaching this area with considerable rapidity." He turned back to Bakura. "Bakura, one of them isn't human." *(abbreviation for "biological unit," AKA something alive)
Bakura said softly, "It's probably a horse or a dog." He finished, and the black ball went dark. "In about half an hour, the Time-Space Control Module will activate and get us to 2034."
"That's good, sir, but. . .I've cross-scanned this unknown biolog with all the DNA codes I've got. There's no match."
Bakura looked worried, but his tone was lightly facetious. "Maybe you're reading an animal without the genetic mutations of our time. Even an advanced military-intelligence officer such as yourself can make a mistake."
"This thing isn't even *close* to--"
A hiss and a "thunk" interrupted Tristan, and he stumbled forward slightly. Bakura gasped in surprise as he saw the glowing, white-hot arrow sticking out of the brunet's right shoulder. He shoved the Control Module into his trenchcoat's inner pocket and stammered, "Tr-tristan! Are.are you all right?"
"Yes. Get away from here. . .head that way," Tristan growled, pointing southwest. "No one there."
Bakura began to back away slowly. Tristan pulled the arrow out with a slight wince, his left glove smoking as he let the slender shaft drop to the scorched ground. Then, he whirled to face his attacker, casting off his black trenchcoat as he did so, and revealing that his entire right arm and shoulder was robotic.
His sunglasses, which were in truth a computer-screen visor, had gone crimson-red. A young woman of delicate build, with long golden-brown hair to her knees and star-sapphire eyes, had appeared on the top of one of the hills. She brandished an ornate staff of some golden material at the two men and screamed,
"Take that, you servant of the evil Ryo!"
~This is not happening. . .~ Bakura groaned silently, ~I can't believe this.~
Tristan shook his head and shouted, "I do not know who Ryo is! You've made a mistake!"
"Do you think I am a fool, sycophant of the baneful one?" The young woman drew herself up majestically and pointed beyond Tristan, "I, Taea, sorceress of the Fidelitas Order, can see that your master, the evil Ryo, is right behind you! And I shall fell the beast with my ::Living Arrow::!"
An arrow formed on the back of her hand, and flew in a blur of speed toward Bakura. It glowed with white heat and, if it struck the scientist, would surely be deadly.
Tristan was suddenly in front of Bakura, moving so quickly that for a split second he appeared to be in two places at once. He hit the arrow out of flight, acid yellow sparks flying with the contact. The cyborg went down on one knee, a dark red fluid seeping from the section of his robotic arm rent by the arrow.
"Get out of here, doctor." Tristan ordered. He paused to target the 'Taea' person, and shot a set of bolas at her.
The girl went down with a shriek of outrage, her lavender robes tangled and twisted among the steel cords of the bolas. A floating furball suddenly flew at Tristan, screeching horribly.
"Karribo!" Taea cried, "Come help me!"
Bakura helped Tristan to his feet. They shared a look that meant they clearly agreed that it was time to get out of that field.
END PART ONE