Games without Frontiers

Games without Frontiers

A DBZ/Battle Angel/Flavius fan fiction by LadyRivka

It's a knockout

If looks could kill they probably will

In games without frontiers

War without tears…

Peter Gabriel, "Games without Frontiers"

Prologue

Two beings stood silently inside of a space station in the Alpha Centauri star system.

"I'm worried," said the taller one, flicking her long dark brown hair away from her face. "I don't seem to have any opponents this year."

"Well, that is odd. Usually the other star systems would be sending their Mercenaries by now…" said the short, bald, green one in a thick British accent. "But they haven't. Some kind of renegade computer virus wiped out all of the Type 4's, and these civilizations are too afraid to send in their Type 3's."

"But I'm a Type 3!"

"You've had practice, Rivkeleh," the shorter being said, referring to the taller by the diminutive of her Hebrew name. "And luckily the virus didn't reach Earth."

"Thank God it didn't, Zyzyx." Becky, the taller being and also a Terran, wiped the sweat from her brow. "But who will I fight against? According to the rules of 6ixball, if I don't fight, I automatically…die."

"I could call up cyborgs from other dimensions," said the Centaurian. "There are quite a few Type 4's in the hyperdimensional regions I've scanned…They may be unwilling, but they could save your life."

"Do you have files on any of them?"

"Yes. They seem to be the best cyborg fighters in their respective dimensions. Two male, two female. Just like the rules stipulate."

"Whew!" Becky gasped a sigh of relief. "But how are you going to get them here?"

"Simple," said the short, green alien. "Mind Transfer. The only way to get a being across dimensions that I know of is to deactivate their body in that dimension, and send their mind into a duplicate body here. If they die in this dimension, it doesn't matter; their minds will be placed back in their original bodies. The crowd wants to see a good show…and perhaps you defend your title."

Becky glanced over at the number 05 on her uniform. She had worked hard, ever since she was thirteen, to wear that number, the number of a 6ixball champion. But something had crossed her mind recently…

"Zyzyx?"

"Yes?"

"When are you going to finish that goddamn bionic arm? If these opponents are as tough as you say they are, I'm going to need it to win!"

"The Slaughterhouse-Five? You know as well as I do than any enhancements made 48 Earth hours or less prior to the start of the tournament are illegal…You'll have to wait until next tournament. Besides, you need some time to learn how to work that arm…"

"True." Becky sulked.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Author's notes: This takes place in the Flavius dimension, in case you're wondering. The DBZ and Battle Angel characters will be brought in later.

6ixball, in case you're wondering, is a cyborg sport which is a cross between tennis and jai alai…only a LOT more deadly. It is played in a six-dimensional "cage" where the contestants can't see out, but the audience can see in. The goals are moved around randomly; the first to score six points wins. The loser is either killed or deactivated, depending on the type of cyborg he/she is.

Cyborg types I will be referring to:

Type 1: Cosmetic cyborgs (people with enhanced faces or breasts, etc.)

Type 2: Medical cyborgs (people with pacemakers, in wheelchairs, transplants, etc.)

Type 3: Enhanced-performance cyborgs (have mechanical parts that enhance physical or mental performance; still reasonably 'human')

Type 4: Android-like cyborgs (human-based, or some biotic components; mostly bionic)

Type 5: Artificially created organic beings (like Cell in DBZ)

Only Types 3 and 4 are eligible for 6ixball.