((A/N: Hey, guys~! ^w^ Maybe you know me, maybe you don't, but my author pen name is Dragea. Yes, that's my protagonist's name, but she's loosely based off of my personality and interests. So, I feel like she is a part of me and that if I have to give myself a name I wasn't born with for a username, might as well taken on her name. Anyway, my specialty is fantasy, but I adore Hogan's Heroes and wondered what would happen if I crossed this with a personal story of mine. Just know I have my little quirks. I expect I'll be horrible at particularly Newkirk, LeBeau, Klink, and Shultz, but they are necessary and I have to try. Another thing is I usually take a while to update, sometimes just altogether giving up on it. I swear to try my hardest not to on this one, though.
Now for the disclaimers...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hogan's Heroes or CBS in any way, shape or form. Colonel Hogan, Newkirk, Carter, and LeBeau are NOT my characters and I will my absolute best not to alter them in anyway, as far as up to very end of season three. I have only really seen Seasons Two and Three, and a good part of Season 1. So bear with me here. For this reason, my fanfic will be set somewhere around Season two, which I have seen more of.))
Prologue: Interesting First Impressions
It was in the midst of the woods of Azakra, a fierce battle raged. It was started in an attempt to weaken, injure or kill an important Azakrian princess or any of those who were protecting her. The princess was very well-known and went by the name Dragea Draconis.
The ploy was working. It was difficult for the five of them to fight so many, but they refused to easily give up. Huge surges of light flashed from the three light-powered warriors, one of which was the princess herself. However, it only could be used so many times before they began to feel the drain in their power. Dragea soon collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. Luckily, her main guard refused to leave her side and took on the brunt of the fighting.
Almost breathless, she gasped for air and took a few minutes to regain her strength. Her face was solemn as good a team as they were, they weren't going to last much longer than this. This, Dragea assumed, was the reason that she had brought the group's only non-light controller, who essentially had no offensive power on these power on his own.
"Anectora! Now!" Dragea called out, rather urgently, as she got to her feet rather quickly. The skittish, angsty teen boy with messy tan hair glanced at her in slight surprise, but gave a bit of a nod before taking a few sidesteps towards Dragea. With three of them holding off while Anectora prepared, they were able to keep the shadows from trying to stop them from leaving. Soon, the flashes stopped and the shadows closed in on the area where the four had been moments before.
Now, however, they had gotten themselves transported across time and space. They found themselves in a sort of cabin, cots lining the walls, some furniture, a stove, and only two doors and a couple of windows. One was to a room that one person was in, compared to the empty main room, and the other door led outside.
A chill was sent down Dragea's spine, particularly as she heard voices outside; this entire situation felt so familiar. She knew Anectora's power was a teleportation spell and worked by sending the person to a random "world" that was connected to Earth in the way that someone from Earth created it, writing a book, script or something. It had just so long since she'd even been to her old home that she hard time recalling it. In fact, it was only when one of the familiar, british-accented voices used the name Carter in slight annoyance that her eyes widened.
'Dear God... Si, we're at Stalag 13...' She said, incredulously, in a telepathic message. The man, whom she could now identify as a Colonel Robert Hogan, was still in his quarters and would definitely hear voices that didn't belong. It didn't matter, though; she could tell from her best friend's matched expression that she knew exactly what that meant. Then, to make Anectora snicker silently, they both grimaced at the exact same time. Then, with her amazing speed, dashed towards where both knew contained a hidden handgun near the door. Someone was coming towards the door, which Si and Dragea could tell was Newkirk, behind him Andrew and lastly LeBeau.
Dragea gulped nervously, standing straighter in an abrupt fashion, taking a seat on the table and crossing her arms shyly. This going to give interesting first impressions and she had no idea how long they would have to be required to stay while Anectora's power recharged. This was going to very fun, hint the sarcasm, but there wasn't much choice.