Worm/Last Legionary crossover. Wildbow owns Worm while Douglass Hill owns the Last Legionary series.

In The Last Legionary series, human warrior Kiell Randor was aided by the flying, telepathic batlike alien Glr as he sought to take down the mysterious enemy who had killed his homeworld.

This oneshot is based on the concept that Glr had a child who also wanted to be an explorer…

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A New Legionary

Winslow loomed up ahead of me and I sighed as I prepared myself for another round of ignoring the Trio. Their leader had once been my friend, now she was my worst enemy, while the one she had chosen to replace me as best friend was an arrogant moron who thought ferocity was a substitute for skill.

*Uncle Randor would have been able to take her down one-handed and blindfolded*

Despite the day looming ahead of me, I smiled slightly at Mrr's comment. He had been born and raised in another reality where humanity had spread to the stars, although he was not human himself. His mother, Glr, had bonded to the last member of one such group and helped him avenge his planet before taking him to her homeworld and from there, on several voyages of exploration before she mated with the researcher/doctor Zrk and hatched several children. Mrr had inherited his mother's love of exploration and when he was old enough, he had accepted a copy of his adoptive-uncle's memories and headed out in his own spaceship to explore, only to encounter something (he still wasn't certain what) and crash-land… just where a girl attending camp could find him trying to fix his broken wing.

Mrr had bonded with me and given me several parts of Randor's memories on how to mentally communicate better and then, when She had betrayed me, Mrr had moved his ship nearby and began tutoring me in the exercises used by Randor when he was young.

I actually had abs now!

I had also practised some of the self-defence moves that Randor had ingrained into his own reflexes. While I would never match the sheer strength that he possessed at his peak, Mrr noted that I could probably be capable of moving even faster if I trained hard enough.

Good thing too, given one of the Trio was a Cape.

Mrr was the one who had discovered it. He had noted that Sophia's mind felt different in a way he couldn't describe, but it was when he had a near-miss with Glory Girl that he realized what it meant.

Of course, that left the issue of which cape she was. Somehow, I couldn't see her being the dress-designer and fabric-manipulator Parian while the thought of her being Rune was laughable. Black girl in the E88? No chance.

The possibility that she was Shadow Stalker was one I prayed was not true. If the Protectorate was willing to declare that someone like her was a hero… yeah.

Using my Mrr-granted skills, I slipped through the heaving crowds and made my way to the locker, my nose wrinkling slightly as I approached it. The Janitors had obviously been slacking off over the holidays and… wait.

A flash of movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention and I used another of the tricks that Randor had come up with and Mrr had passed to me to get a better look without seeming to. Emma and Madison were further down the hall, moving in a way that was guaranteed to get my attention while Sophia…

…was moving up behind me.

And as I got closer to my locker, the smell was getting stronger.

*Taylor, are you alright? You feel like something's about to happen*

I reached up and tapped my Mrr-upgraded glasses to activate the recording function even as I sent my own thoughts back. #I think that I'm going to need your help, dear one. I'm sending images now… can you record?#

*Already on it.* Mrr sent back along with a slight image of a cat failing to make a jump from a kitchen counter to the table. Yeah, Mrr loves cat clips. He spends hours watching them on the internet, squeaking with laughter. *Give them hell*

Reaching my locker, I took half a second to collect myself, using the mental tricks Mrr had taught me to ensure that whatever the Trio had done to my locker, I would remain calm, then I used my key to open the lock (I had paid for the new lock to replace the dial, but it still hadn't kept them out) and opened the door.

The stench rolled out in a near solid wave and I felt nauseus despite my best efforts, but then I felt movement behind me. Taking a half-step sideways and turning, I grabbed Sophia's hand as she tried to push me into the waste-filled locker and moved my hand just so, twisting her wrist in a way that turned her attempted push into an oddly-graceful dive that ended with her buried head-first in whatever that stinky stuff was, buried up to her elbows.

"Sophia!" Emma screamed as she charged forwards and I ducked under her pitiful attempt of a slap, then I reached up and grabbed her ear, turning to flip her over my shoulder so that she landed on Sophia, driving her back down into the waste. Emma gasped for air, then turned green and began throwing up as the stench got to her.

My reflexes (thanks, Randor!) caused me to step sideways as the third girl stumbled past, one fist outstretched in a punch that, had I not dodged, would have taken me in the kidneys and my foot tapped the back of her knee, sending her toppling on top of Emma and driving Sophia even deeper into the muck.

Glorious.

I took a step away from the stinking trio and was just about to turn when Emma and Madison suddenly dropped and a black shape with the hint of an internal skeleton rose through them, reforming into a furious Sophia who was pulling out a knife as she glared at me, all rationality abandoned in favor of pure homocidal fury.

#Mrr, put it online! Now!# I sent as I jumped back, avoiding a slash that would have caused me to spill my guts.

Literally.

She lunged forwards again, screaming incoherantly and I ducked under her slash, rolling past her in a way that let me slam my heel into her face. The feeling of my foot passing through her changer state was odd, but it didn't slow me down as I rolled to my feet and used the remaining momentum to sprint towards the window at the end of the hallway, grabbing Emma's bag as I passed it. Spinning, I hurled the bag through the window, shattering the glass, then I dived out between the shards, tucking myself into a ball briefly to get me into the right position to land in a momentum-shedding roll.

Not even glancing back at the broken second-floor window, I loped off, rubbing my slightly bruised hip.

#Mrr?#

*Ship is cloaked and I'm coming to pick you up*

As I went round the corner, I looked up to see Sophia, Emma and Madison at the window, all glaring at me.

#Mrr, tell me that you managed to hack into the phone network? Sophia's Shadow Stalker… I think that I need to alert dad and get him into hiding fast#

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"…and in breaking news today, Shadow Stalker of the Brockton Bay Wards publicly outed herself when she tried to kill a fellow pupil. Videos of the attack and the events leading up to it are already circulating on the Internet and it is almost certain that Brockton Bay's Dark Avenger is not going to remain in the ranks of the Heroic Capes for much longer. The PRT has already relocated her family and our sources indicate that the teleporting cape Strider was tasked in moving them elsewhere to start new lives, probably under new names. What does this mean for the Protectorate? Martin?"

"Thank you, Sandra. Yes, this story is probably one of the worst setbacks from a public relations viewpoint that the PRT has suffered in years, even worse than the Flameshield Shotacon Scandal. Ever since they fielded Shadow Stalker, the PRT have been promoting her as a reformed vigilante and proof that even a shaky start does not disqualify one from the ranks of the heroes, but this attack on an innocent girl coupled with the documents that have been leaked onto the net has shattered that image and shown that the PRT is willing to sacrifice innocents in order to keep their pet psychopaths happy…"

The screen flicked off and Emily Piggot glared at the assembled group sat around the long table. Closest to her were the various department heads and their deputies as well as the agent applied to keep Shadow Stalker under control, a woman who was looking as if she wished she could join the Hess family in Alaska. The Capes were next and she had already stripped Armsmaster of the position of Wards Leader and informed him that she had arranged for him to be reassigned to the other side of the country. At the end were the Wards, most of whom were looking sickened but unsurprised.

"Kaiser has already released a statement saying that the PRT have failed in protecting the innocent and that the E88 will take over, as their so-called honor and duty demand." Emily snapped, causing several winces around the table. "Lung has also gone public, announcing that he is happy that we have finally revealed the truth, that we are a criminal gang like the others, just one cloaked in the law. Needless to say, I am very not happy with this, although I won't be able to vent my frustration since today is my last day. You may know Mr Calvert from the occasions where you have worked with him, his commission in the PRT has been reactivated and he will be taking my place. I would wish you all good luck, but I am too angry to do so.
"However, I am very pleased to announce to you all that Agent Simmons over there is also on her last day and officers are waiting outside this room to arrest her. I will be testifying against you, agent. Count on it. When Hess is also tracked down and arrested, I will be making a point of attending her trial too."
"Wards, write up everything you know about Hess and give ti to Battery as she is your new overseer. Miss Militia, you are taking over as leader of the local Protectorate capes unless Mr Calvert decides otherwise. I have already put a call out for reinforcements, but given past experience… I can only hope that Calvert manages to do what I could not.
"That is all. Dismissed. Armsmaster, get packing. Strider will be here in two hours to get us out of this hellhole."

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"We need to move! Now!"

Brian Laborne paused mid-punch and looked round to see Lisa frantically throwing the remaining money from the stash they had liberated from the Merchants into a bag.

"What's going on?" Alec yawned from his settee.

"Our boss is about to use us to secure his position by killing us off!" Lisa snapped and Brian spun away from the training dummy.

"What?"

"Coil!" Lisa finished stuffing the money into the bag and zipped it up before throwing it at Brian, who caught it reflexively. "I managed to figure out who he is, he's the new damned director of the PRT!"

"Calvert?" Brian blinked. "You sure?"

Lisa nodded as she pulled a drawer out of the cupboard, turning it over to reveal a couple of hard-disk-drives taped to the underneath. "Yeah, he's been using us to get the other gangs heated up, but now that he's become the Director, he's going to need a victory quickly to show he's good for the job and guess who the closest villains that he knows of are?"

Brian blanched. "Aisha…"

"We'll grab her on the way through." Lisa finished pocketing the drives and looked round. "Shit, no telling what stuff he helped us get has been bugged… Alec, you'll need to lose the computer. Get Rachel and tell her we're about to move out. There's a vacant warehouse in the docks that I managed to purchase last week using money Calvert didn't know I had… there's enough room for her dogs there. Move!"

Brian and Alec both moved.

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"Huh."

*Taylor, I think he's broken.* Mrr sounded worried and I grinned.

"Nah, he's always like this when he has to readjust his thinking. Give him a few more minutes and he'll recover.

"Huh." Dad repeated, then he shook his head. "Wow. Explains a lot. Alien. Alien tech… wait. Emma?"

"You saw the video, dad." I sighed, looking down at my hands which were doing isometrics. "She, Madison and Hess were trying to pick on me since I got back from camp. It's almost a good thing that they did, I hate to think what would have happened if Hess had learned about Mrr and if Emma had learned of him, she would have told."

"Dammit." Dad's comment seemed almost calm, but I could hear the faint echoes of the rage that he had to be feeling. "I… was friends with her father."

"The PRT will be looking for me." I noted. "I mean, I did cause Hess to be outed."

"We still have lawyers on the Dockworkers books." Dad noted. "I think we can deal with it. In the meantime, though…"

I exchanged a glance with Mrr as Dad looked around the maintenance room of Mrr's starship.

"…this isn't Tinkertech, right?"

I blinked. "What?"

"Taylor, think you can teach a few of my boys how to fight like that Legionary you mentioned? And Mrr, can I hire you to use this ship of yours to move something? There's a tanker I'd really like to see elsewhere…"

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"…and finally, the villains Skidmark and Squealer were handed over to the PRT today by the private security company Legion of Moros. Comprised mainly of former Dockworkers, the Legions, who wear sky-blue uniforms and special identity medallions which even Tinkertech has failed to duplicate so far, are currently providing protection to the Docks and the surrounding areas."

Director Calvert managed not to swear as the picture behind the newsreader changed from the symbol of the LoM (some sort of mutant bat in flight) to a picture of the two villains, trussed and gagged, being delivered into the custody of a team led by Miss Militia. The assembled Legionaries were mainly adult males, but the younger members were recognisable even despite the visors that covered the upper halves of their faces. At the front was the girl whose actions had catapulted him into his position, Taylor Hebert while she was flanked by a smirking Lisa Wilburn and a stoic Brian Laborn.

So that was where they had gone.

Good thing that he had arranged for Kaiser's true identity to be leaked before he had decided to sacrifice his pet villains.

"In related news, the case against former Supervillain Rachel Lindt, also called Hellhound, has been quashed on the basis of falsified testimony and malfeasance on the part of the original investigators. Miss Lindt refused to comment, but the Legion of Moros said in a statement that Miss Lindt was relieved to have the false charges that forced her into her former lifestyle removed and she is looking forwards to a career in training dogs for the rescue services and law enforcement agencies…"

The screen flicked off and Calvert looked round at the assembled group sat around the long table. Closest to him were the various department heads and their deputies. The Capes were next with Miss Militia sitting stiffly at attention, alert and ready to offer her opinion if asked. At the end were the Wards.

"Before we begin the meeting, may I introduce you all to our newest Ward, Potentia." Calvert smiled at the youngest girl, who was looking round nervously despite Missy's attempts to covertly reassure her. "Potentia has the ability to see the future in percentages, so no-one is to ask any number or probability-based questions in her presence without authorisation. We do not wish to risk hurting her through over-using her power. Potentia, welcome to the Wards. I hope you enjoy being here."

Dina Alcott gave a shaky smile. "Thank you…"

"Moving on." Calvert looked at Battery. "How are relations with New Wave going?"

"Very well." Battery said, not even needing to glance at her notes. "Glory Girl, Laserdream and Shielder have all volunteered to share patrols with the Wards. Having extra fliers helps improve strategic and tactical planning considerably. Although they have no interest in actually joining the Wards at this time, simply having them trained in the same tactics that we use has the potential to reduce the potential for errors in the field…"

Coil steepled his fingers as he listened to Battery's report.

The Empire would topple with another good push, the Merchants were collapsing and the ABB were concentrating on the Legion, meaning that he could take his time neutralising the other threats first.

Yes, things were going very well indeed.

Now, if only his spies could locate the Tinker supplying the Legion with their low-profile armor and energy weapons…