Disclaimer: Like many fans before me I officially proclaim "I own none of the places, characters, tech etc. in this story. They all belong to the Walt Disney Company."

Prologue

A day was far too long to be without a world to dominate. And having been forced to wait a year was beyond excruciating for the last Saurian Overlords, Lord Dragaunus. The burden was far greater than being born into Dimensional Limbo where a numb existence was forged by the long stale memories of failure. There he studied the beginnings of those stories where in that other world his people were a massive force. Of how the Overlords used their knowledge of the magical dark arts to dominate in total secret. He also listened intently to the downfall… Of how a duck named Drake DuCaine used technology to unveil the cloaks of the Overlords with a golden hockey mask.

Dragaunus would not bow down to the circumstances presented to him. When his time came he abandoned the magical knowledge cultivated by the Saurians for the realm of technology. With a small band of loyal followers the goal of escape became a reality.

The planet of Puckworld believed their ancient enemy was fully defeated. In one vicious attack the descendants of Drake DuCaine were firmly under Saurian claw once more. The duck population was forced to work, making Dragaunus a larger robotic army. Their masters had more planets to reclaim and then more to take for the first time. But, when Dragaunus and his forces were bested by a small resistance group, the Saurians escaped as they had before. Ultimately the two groups were forced to stay in the new dimension where, on the Planet Earth, the battle continues.

Intelligence was an extremely loose term when put in context with Earth's dominant race. The beings called that called themselves 'human' seemed to have earned their rank by shear luck with their equally weak bodies. Evolutionary shortcomings aside some proved useful with similar loves to the Saurian Overlord. But, their use always ended when the Ducks thwarted the scheme.

Over time Draguanus made contact with a ruthless businessman, Phineas P. Viper. The Overlord quickly saw thatthis man had, by far, the finest resources to exploit. The Saurians already had a ship that was capable of conquest. But when the Ducks destroyed the Raptor's rare fuel of belirium power crystals their planes were seriously hindered. Along with sanctuary Dragaunus convinced Viper to build him a powerful ship that used a more conventional energy source. For these two things Dragaunus would give Viper the world-- after the Overlord was through with it.

Once again the plan was perfect, but the biggest problem remained. How to deal with the Ducks? Once again Dragaunus studied history. He realized he would have to forego his fantasy of having a hearty meal of roast duck. Ever the businessman Viper attempted to buy their hockey franchise. While the plan failed all was far from lost…

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"Ha! Ha! Ha! This oughta bring 'em runnin'!" Saurian grunt, Siege crowed as he fired his laser blaster.

The scrawny shapeshifting Chameleon eagerly joined his larger companion in the wanton destruction. Ignoring a loud alarm the pair continued to send blasts into the glass door of a high end jewelry store. Their assault was finally halted when flaming puck came in between them and the building. Both Saurians backed away as the duck's tank-like vehicle, the Migrator came to a stop.

"We've got then by the scales now!" Mallory, the Ducks weapons specialist, exclaimed eagerly from her seat in the vehicle.

Before the Ducks could make another move a large green glow appeared close to the flaming store.

Former jewel thief, Duke, was quick to recognize what was happening. "Dragaunus!"

Mallory jumped to the Migrator's controls. "Annihilate 'em!" the red head ordered as she scanned the controls.

Dragaunus lifted a large clawed hand. "Wait! I admit defeat."

Team captain, Wildwing, eyed his enemy from behind the Mask of Drake DuCaine.

"What's he up to now?" he pondered aloud.

"Its obvious I will never stop you. So, I'll make you an offer instead." the Overlord continued as he produced a small object from his purple robe and set the device on a wooden bench. "This teleporter is linked to my Dimensional Gateway Generator-- its set for Puckworld. Use it. Return home and leave the Earth to me!"

The teenage Nosedive was quick to voice the seemingly obvious. "All together now, "its gotta be a trap"."

His older brother silently scanned the Saurian teleporter the Mask. To his shock the readout proved the villain was true to his word. "He's on the level. That thing's set for Puckworld."

This news was a beautiful siren song to the team tech, Tanya. Her time on Earth had worn down her resolve to stick things out. "Let's do it, Wildwing. Please? Let's just go home."

"We'll vote on it." Wildwing answered. "I say we stay." he then turned to the largest member of the team. "Grin?"

"I'll have to meditate on the matter." the overly muscled duck calmly replied as he gave a bow.

"I'll put you down as abstaining." the team captain hoped the others would be more decisive.

"This place is heinous, man." Nosedive jumped in. "Let's get out of here."

Tanya folded her arms in quiet approval. The gesture was dashed when Mallory put her word in. "No. We have to complete our mission. I vote we stay."

Duke was the next to speak. "Neah, we've been away for a year. There could be other threats to Puckworld by now. We should be there to defend our home."

Everyone knew what was coming before Wildwing said his next words. "Tanya, it's up to you."

Tanya knew what leaving any planet to Dragaunus meant. She had seen his forces nearly destroy her home world. But, after a year she also missed the planet where she'd been hatched. "Well, it a lot of pressure to a... Well… Ya… I dunno… I… Okay, I guess I… I'll vote fur, um." she hung her head in defeat. "I vote we go."

Wildwing's gaze left his team and turned back to Dragaunus. The Overlord locked his eyes with his most annoying adversary. He watched the drake give a nod.

The walk from the Migrator was only a few feet, but it felt like miles. Like the others, Wildwing knew what they were sacrificing. He'd hoped more of his team would have been selfless. Still, a small part of him was grateful when he took the teleporter from Dragaunus' scaly hand.

The Duck leader put the Saurian device on the hood of the Migrator and activated it. The Saurians teleported themselves to parts unknown as the portal began to suck everything it could in. Wildwing ran back inside, closed the vehicle and rushed to his seat. Soon the Migrator could no longer resist the vacuum.

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A peaceful snowy scene was suddenly disturbed when the cold air began to crackle. The electricity instantly turned into a brilliant source of light. The Migrator flashed into existence and skidded to a halt leaving a tsunami of white in its wake. Once everything had settled the Ducks could see the outline of scaffolding and buildings in the distance.

Their hearts were a strange mixture of light and heavy as they took in the view. Then they silently looked at each other, expressions saying everything. The next sounds were the clicks of seatbelts and the opening of the Migrator's doors. Tentatively the team walked out and took a deep breathe-- they were home.

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Back in the Earth dimension the Saurians reappeared in the bridge of the Raptor. A thrill swelled in Dragaunus making him feel like as if he already ruled the world. Even his minions sensed that a heady freedom was beginning a new.

"At last! Those mangy mallards are gone!" the Saurian Lord proclaimed from his throne.

A question nagged at Siege's mind. "What if they'd turned you down?" he inquired, knowing it was safe to voice such a quibble.

"The Wraith would have blasted them to smithereens." Dragaunus gestured to his third follower.

The aged Saurian magic user stood close to the shadows. His gaunt frame was over powered by the missile launcher in his gnarled claws.

"I never get to have any fun." Wraith pouted.

Draganus let out a hearty laugh knowing that would change very soon for all of them.

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For the most part Phil Pomfeather counted himself lucky to have discovered a brilliant hockey team to manage, especially when his last team had been moved across the country. It appeared that his fortunes were in overdrive when said new team was also a group of alien ducks from another dimension. At first Phil crowed that the fast food tie-ins alone would be worth a fortune.

As time passed he learned to live with the fact that the Mighty Ducks used the profits to build a secret base under the hockey rink. And that they were determined to find and capture another alien from their world named Lord Dragaunus. But, Phil began to get irritated when the overall crime fighting became a part of the Ducks' the extra activity didn't halt their winning on the ice, it did hamper a few extra money making schemes.

On top of all this the Ducks noble streak had just nixed the biggest deal Phil would ever have on his table. A big businessman by the name of Phineas P. Viper wanted to buy the entire hockey franchise. "Lock, stock and Pond" he had said. Despite the outrageously generous amount he offered none of the ducks trusted Viper. Wildwing spoke for the team and dragged a shocked Phil off.

Phil was down, but far from out. Other wheel and deals were out there, like a photo shoot with the Duck Hunters' Quarterly magazine. But, the overweight man was in for a surprise when he came to the Pond that morning. He found there was no one to deliver the good news to. After a thorough search of all the accessible areas the manager woefully sat at Drake One. Then propped his head in his hands knowing that those ducks would come straight to the supercomputer when they returned…