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The life of a single human, as the life of a family or an entire people, persists as memory. My people must come to see this as part of their maturing process. They are people as organism, and in this persistent memory they store more and more experiences in a subliminal reservoir. Humankind hopes to call upon this material if it is needed for a changing universe. But much that is stored can be lost in that chance play of accident which we call "fate." Much may not be integrated into evolutionary relationships, and thus many may not be evaluated and keyed into activity by those ongoing environmental changes which inflict themselves upon flesh. The species can forget! This is the special value of the Kwisatz Haderach which the Bene Gesserits never suspected: the Kwisatz Haderach cannot forget.
The Book of Leto After Harq al-Ada
Buffy felt them before she saw them. The shock of watching the slayer Swanson die was starting to fade. Buffy didn't understand the message given to her.
"Tell her she was right." Swanson had said.
"Tell who?" Buffy thought. "Who is this First Slayer?"
She watched the dark skinned woman who had instructed her to gather the vision disappear in the distance.
The slayers appeared out of thin air directly in front of her. They were dressed in black from head to toe. They were wearing stillsuits made out of soft armor. The material could protect them from the thrust of a knife or the rake of a claw and could resist laser light up to fifteen hundred degrees.
Their faces were fierce. Black tribal tattoos were laid over white kabuki makeup. Their eyes were hard, unflinching, blue within blue. And on the back of each of the fifty slayers was the scythe.
Buffy heard Motorria performing the spell. She recognized the words. From her point of view Willow had said the same words only a few hours ago.
Lucilla said " Spiritus… The Spirit…"
Lisa said "Animus… Heart…"
Surayya said "Sophus… Mind…
They looked at Buffy. She knew when she had to do.
"…Maus the hand." She said.
Motorria completed the spell as given to her by her pre-life memories.
"We enjoin that we may inhabit the vessel - the hand - daughter of Sineya, First of the Ones. We implore thee: Admit us, bring us to the vessel!"
Their eyes began to glow orange.
"Take us now!" Motorria screamed.
The near kilometer length of the sandworm was enveloped in light.
Her mind was tearing itself apart. She felt like a thousand worms were digging through her brain. Every emotion she had was raging in her at full force. She clamped her hands to her face and screamed until her throat was raw. She hated it here. She hated being on the mortal plane. She removed her hands from her eyes and stared out of the portal on the space station. Glory looked down at the brown planet beneath her from the observation port aboard "Her Graceful Measure."
"Well now." She said to herself. "This is new."
He awoke in darkness and smelled the blood nearby. The Master moved in the shadows of the huge ship wondering how he got free of the prison that had held him for hundreds of years. No matter. He was hungry and needed to feed. He kicked in the door to the holding cell that held the helpless humans inside. He killed them and drank. He felt his strength began to build. When he returned to full strength he would free himself of this strange place and return to Sunnydale in time for the Harvest.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike said as he materialized on the command desk. His black jacket flapped around him. He turned swiftly to spy out this strange place.
"I'll wager this is some trick of the Slayer." He said with a growl.
Gorman rose from her command chair in open face shock.
"It's the traitor!" she said as she pointed towards Spike. Three guards leapt towards Spike with full vampire speed. He took out the first guard with an elbow strike to the throat. Spike then slammed the palm of his hand into the guard's chin strong enough to decapitate him. In the mist of the exploding dust Spike broke the arm of the second guard and flipped him into the command console several meters away. As he turned to the third guard he felt a shaft of wood penetrate his chest. He looked up at Gorman who was gloating.
"Farewell traitor!" she said.
Spike smiled and as he pulled the stake out of his heart. He waved his fingers in the air for all to see.
"It's called the Gem of Amara. With this bit of shiny I am un-killable. I could walk out into the harsh light of day and be none worst for it." He said as he began to approach Gorman.
"Now," he said as he grabbed Gorman by the throat. "Who do I have to kill to get a drink around here?"
The magic exploded.
The joining spell did exactly what it was suppose to. It joined all the participants of the spell to the power of the slayer but never before had this spell encountered Bene Gesserit Slayers or Spice or the magics surrounding the demon essence of Spike which were used to make Leto's Slayers. The magic exploded and kept going through Space and Time and Memory. It reached across thousands of years of memories and joined with everything ever touched by a slayer. It reached through light years of space to the prison moon of Tailos Three. The Old Ones gathered around the glowing and decaying body of Alisha Itkin. They studied the magics surrounding her corpse. They understood what they were seeing. They knew they had a way out.
"Gurney Man!" Paul Muad'Dib said as he looked around the hanger deck of "Her Graceful Measure." Next to Paul a scarred and battle harden man stood. They both held a crysknife.
"This is it." Paul said as he embraced his old friend. "This is the war at the end of time. This is the Gotterdammerung – the twilight of the Gods."
"Freeze!" A male voice shouted across the hanger bay.
Paul and Gurney turned to face a squad of Sardaukar troopers.