A/N This is A massive crossover fic. At this point I don't even know how many fandoms it is going to encompass…I'll make sure to explain things as I go along with every fandom.

This first chapter focusus mainly on OC's of mine, from my Original Story Catastrophe Bird.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the story and My OC's.

In The Mud.

Raven Pryde's feet touched the soft sand in sync with her mount's forehooves. The shared momentum of her body and the chestnut stallion's combined with a powerful push-off and a simultaneous pull-push on the inside handle of the saddle swept her onto the powerful steed's back.

"Good boy," she told him leaning over his neck and giving him hearty pats. Jethro was coming along quite well, she would make a cavalry horse out of him yet. This was the first time he had let her perform a movement like that: from standing on his back, dropping to the ground and jumping back into the saddle. He'd remained balanced and collected without even breaking his canter.

The young captain was very pleased with this horse. He was small, and high-strung, even more so in fact than her Atlantean warsteed; Nakai. He stood a mere sixteen hands high, not short by the standards kept for most horses, however war horses needed to be significantly bigger in order to accommodate the sometimes awkward positions in terms of balance that a cavalier needed to adopt in combat. Raven gave Jethro a few more pats and told him to trot. He slowed into a slightly bouncy but consistent trot. Gazing up at the high ceiling of the riding arena, squinting against the glare of the florescent cold lights she wiped the sweat off of her forehead and attempted to smooth a few strands of her wild gold hair back into place with her left hand while cleaning the horse sweat off her right on the leg of the spandex-like under layer of her uniform. She wasn't wearing the heavier jacket or trews because the heat of the riding ring combined with the force of her exertion would be far too hot. Besides, it wasn't like the form fitting fabric bothered her. Modesty such as humans knew it was not an issue among her people. Prince-Captain Raven Pryde trotted her horse over to the far end of her ship's private riding arena where an elaborate and complex obstacle course had been set up.

"And caa-nter" she told him in a sing song voice sliding her feet into the stirrups. Jethro picked up his pace breaking into a smooth fast canter his bare hooves thudded rhythmically on the clean, white sand. She leaned over his neck as his muscles gathered beneath him for the jump. Jethro's hooves left the ground and they sailed over the rails as if they were not there. Raven blinked. A drop of icy water struck her cheek as Jethro's forehooves splashed frigid mud up his flanks. In fear and shock his ears lay back against his head, his eyes widened and he shied rearing slightly and bucking wildly. Instinct took hold of the rider in an instant, she flung herself from his back pulling her feet underneath her and rolling out her momentum in the half-frozen. A second later she was on her feet again at the chestnut stallion's flank grasping the reins and uttering soothing words to him.

Gradually calm returned to the horse. She stroked his shoulder leaning her head against his neck.

"Its okay boy, we'll figure this out." She knew that puddle hadn't been there earlier, she knew that their shouldn't be ice water falling from the--sky? She looked around her, taking in the gray panorama. Even the mud was gray, the fields were fallow and muddy, and behind them where a purple and white jump SHOULD stand was a low stone wall. A frozen wind picked up cutting through the thin, mud-soaked fabric of her jump suit. She huddled in close to her horse, petting him apologetically. Her mind cycled through the possibilities: a transporter malfunction, possibly, the catastrophe's transporters worked on a quantum fold system, pushing the individual or object through a tear in the fabric of space time. The technology was also somewhat flawed...it was a likelihood but on further consideration Raven assured herself that was not the cause of her current predicament, there had been no scheduled use of the transporters that day. She knew that none of her five crew members had any interest in toying with the device that had, alone, caused them more trouble than anything else the somewhat neurotic starship had done to them.

That left only one other alternative;

"Syphrien bloody Arcana" she growled under her breath.

"You called?"

"You called?" she mocked back. "Yes I called, thou cur, thou dog of war, vain creature of depravity, I called so that with thine oh so godly power thou couldst explain why I am here, covered to my knees the mud of a filthy planet when I should be in the dry comfort of my ship!

"Explain to me, how thou dost believe that the universe and everything in it is thine puppet, only a doll house for you to play at being god in?"

"Very formal, Ishtar, very formal indeed, in fact you've got quite the monologue there."

"I'm not Ishtar, Syphrien. Maybe you should get over the fact that she not only married some one else...she died millennia ago."

"Brilliant monologue, you should write it down." He continued, ignoring her obvious frustration.

"Syphrien, WHAT IS GOING ON?" She demanded taking a step towards him. As usual he appeared dressed in the cloths of a medieval emperor, with impractical grandiose armor plates draped with heavy expensive fabrics that glittered far more brightly than the real fabrics would. And not a drop of mud touched his perfect cloths or perfect hair. It only served to enrage Raven, whose own cloths and hair were caked in mud and ice.

"Why, nothing that can't wait until the other get here little one." Stated a second voice. The young captain was horrified the other, just as gaudily dressed, man was just as clean and dry as her long time 'friend'. He was slightly shorter than Syphrien, a little less broad in the shoulder and had the appearance of a human. Raven wasn't fooled. He stank of obscene magicks as much as the other demigod.

"I am Pharaoh-Captain Pryde Raven, ta Pryde Kalina ka Dayffed, Pharaoh of the Unseeligh Sidhe Empire and the Twin Galaxies. Heir of the goddess Ayltera You will answer my questions." She ordered. She knew that even Syphrien was frightened of her title.

"Oh yes, We know who you Are Pharaoh-Captain Pryde Raven Daughter of Pryde Kalina by Dayffed.

But do you know us?"

"I know Syphrien Fucking Arcana and I know that if you stand by his side you must be of his ilk, a liar and a trickster. Who plays games with people for no more a noble purpose than his own amusement." The dark-haired stranger pretended to look shocked an horrified.

"I'm hurt, Could this be?" The stranger demanded in mock offence. Syphrien rolled his pretty blue eyes.

"Lord what fools these mortals be" he quoted.

"As to my name, You are far to limited to understand it little faerie. But you can call me Q"