Story Summary: Dr. Bakura Ryou is a scientist from the future. He's got a plan to stop a nuclear disaster that occurred in the early twenty-first century, and he takes the cyborg Captain Tristan along to help him. For some reason, they end up in medieval times where Bakura is confused with the resident evil sorcerer. With their only way to get back to their home-time destroyed by a knight's trained dragon, they must find a way to defeat the evil sorcerer and recover the court wizard's source of power.

A/N: Much love to Ryan-Ookami, whose Jou-centric "Fierce Child" rocks! Read it, it's infinitely better than mine, the perfect mix of angst, violence, and fluff, with hints of shonen-ai.
Note that I really don't know whether Taea has a Karribo in her deck or not, I just decide to stick together the two characters who annoy me the most. If you are ever confused, refer to the character guide in the first chapter.

The specialized punctuation in this story:
"dialogue"
word "sound" word.
~thoughts~
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"A Commando in King Yami's Court"
Part Two: In Which the Local Musclehead of the Time Period is Stupid and Destroys the Time-Machine
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Why Did You Make the Damn Thing So Fragile?!

They stopped running at the edge of a forest, and Bakura practically collapsed, flopping against a tree trunk like a rag doll and gasping, "I am so out of shape for this."

"You don't exercise?" Tristan asked, chipping away at the now-dried fluid which had bled from his mechanical arm. The metal revealed beneath the reddish-black material was shiny and new.

Bakura glared at him, massaging the cramp in his side. "I'm a scientist, not a marathon-runner, Tristan."

Tristan chuckled. His arm began to whirl and click, independently running check-ups on itself without his mental command. He looked at the scientist and asked, "Do you ever watch mid-20th vids?"

"Yes, why?"

A smile slowly formed on Tristan's face, as if he had forgotten how to make such an expression. "In the original series of Star Trek, one of the signature lines of DeForrest Kelly is, 'Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle-worker,' or whatever. Just wondering if you'd ever seen it."

Bakura looked at him with curiosity. "No, I don't think I've ever see Star Trek. Star Wars, yes. But where did you...?"

Tristan took off his glasses. Beneath them, his eyes were the same shade of dark brown that Bakura's were. A faintly nostalgic look was on his face as he answered the unfinished question. "I don't remember much of anything. Just stupid things like the vids I used to watch as a kid, playing and then training in the zero-G sector of the space-colony I grew up in. But I used to be a person, you know...until the Andromedan attack on Terra-Base Luna, when neuro-scientists went digging through the rubble to find survivors like me." He glanced at Bakura almost apprehensively and said quickly, "Don't get me wrong. If not for those guys, I'd be dead. But being more machine than human...sometimes I think that maybe it would have been better if I'd died."

Bakura was quiet. He took out the Control Module again and consulted it. "Five minutes left."

"Good." Tristan slipped his glasses back on and commenced to scan the area. There was definite concern in his voice as he said, "Bakura, remember those two biolog from before, the ones who were supposedly at a safe distance?"

"Yes?" Bakura asked apprehensively.

"Well, I'm fairly certain that if you look up, you'll be able to see what appears to be a large flying lizard. It's got a similar signal to that floating Car-eebo biolog from earlier. A human is with it."

Bakura stared up at the sky and choked out some exclamation of surprise, what it was, he wasn't sure, he was too much in shock to register it. ~How can he be so...calm about this? A 'large flying lizard,' my ass! That's a damned dragon!~

Said dragon landed a short distance away from them, and a knight swung off its back. The knight was clad in silver chain mail and leather dyed dark blue. He carried a blade in one hand, keeping the other resting on the dragon's silvery-white flank.

"What have you done to Sorceress Taea, evil one?" The knight demanded. Tristan shrugged casually and replied,

"Immobilized her. I'm sure that you were kind enough to set her free, and also that you could see she suffered no ill effects besides any that she may have incurred in her fall due to loss of balance."

"Sir Seto of Kaiba, the Dragon-rider, does not address you, minion!" The knight sneered coldly.

Tristan lifted his lip in a similar expression and spat back, "And Captain Tristan Taylor, the cyborg, is getting quite annoyed with everyone calling him a minion! Why don't you go back to saving damsels in distress, dragon-boy?"

"Four minutes," Bakura whispered. Sir Seto took a step toward the scientist.

"Until what, warlock? Shall you destroy the kingdom of Yami and Mai with that orb in your hands?" Tristan moved between the two.

"You're really starting to piss me off. Get going before I make you get going."

Seto backed up. A secretive smile played on his lips as he replied, "Certainly, 'captain.' As soon as I destroy all threats to King Yami's realm."

Apparently, Seto was tired of using a plain old normal scabbard for his sword's sheath, because he decided then and there that Tristan's chest was a much better place in which to slam his sword up to the hilt. There was the terrible screech of metal on metal, and Tristan fell with a loud "thud" to the ground.

Bakura jumped out of Seto's reach and stuck a hand into his trenchcoat. The Control Module fell from his grasp and bounced gently to a halt on the soft turf, unharmed. The scientist was now holding a small taser-gun, aimed directly at his target.

"Always be prepared," he said in response to the knight's shocked look as he felled the tall man with a fierce kick to the midsection and shot a bolt of electricity into the eyes of the dragon. The dragon gave voice to a horrid, inhuman howl and went for a nice trample of destruction in the immediate vicinity.

Bakura gasped with horror when he realized that he no longer held the Module. He gave yet another gasp of even greater horror when he realized where the Module was. And then he dived to save it from being crushed by the blinded dragon.

He rolled away, the Module clutched safely in both hands. Two more minutes.

Tristan yanked the sword out of his body and staggered to his feet, just barely avoiding a stomp which no doubt greatly exceeded his level of endurance and recuperative capabilities. There was just one thought in his mental processor, ~Protect Dr. Bakura.~

However, in his current state, he couldn't move fast enough to prevent Sir Seto the Dragon-rider from jumping Bakura and wrestling the Contol Module from the blond man's death-grip of a hold. And he just couldn't prevent the questionably sane man from flinging the Module to the ground in a shower of metal, veneer, and circuitry.

He could, though, give Sir Seto a punch to the face that his grandchildren were going to feel. And that's just what he did.
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Seto was sprawled on the ground in obvious unconsciousness. The dragon, surprisingly enough, changed into a light-blue gecko-like lizard and cuddled up to him in fear. Even a vicious beast like a dragon knows when to stop fighting, especially when to do so will have you end up bruised and beaten for the next month.

This, though, was no comfort to Dr. Bakura Ryou. Bakura, after his short stint as a heroic sort of character, dissolved into unashamed tears of rage and frustration at the state of affairs they were left with. Tristan really wasn't programmed to deal with such situations, so he leaned against one of the surviving trees and concentrated on recuperating.

Neither of them had any idea as to what to do. So they would wait until the knight regained consciousness and see what came of that.
END PART TWO