Disclaimer; I do not own Darkwing Duck or Gosalyn or any other Disney character....
The Path Chosen Chapter 4
On Scrooge McDuck's private jet.
Scrooge is sitting in his seat facing the duck in white.
"Well, the furious five are behind bars by now", said Mrs. Beakley with a tone of relief.
"That's Fearsome Five" The girl in the dark mask corrected. She was sitting by the window next to the duck in white. She watched the ground below the as the jet headed into St. Canard.
"What ever they're called. I'm just glad the police have them. They're a lot scarier than the Beagles", Webby commented innocently as she sat the floor at scrooge's feet playing with her Quacky Patch doll.
The boys. who had been entertaining themselves inspecting the strangers' costumes and weapons came into the discussion. "I'll say!" exclaimed Huey "I never saw anybody or anything like those guys back in Duckburg.
"Yeh, Good thing they don't decide to try to break into your money bin," Dewey said climbing onto the arm of Scrooges seat.
"Aye," Scrooge agreed quickly "As easily as they took out Gizmoduck. I don't know if my traps would be enough to stop them."
"They may have already tried for your money Mr. McDuck." The one in white spoke.
"What!" Scrooge and the boys all exclaimed simultaneously.
The duck in white gave Scrooge a slight smirk and waited for relization to dawn on the rich duck.
The look of shock on Scrooges face furrowed into an expression of understanding. "Oh," Scrooge said softly after a moments silence. "So stopping us in the road back there wasn't just to play games after all."
"The announcement of your opening the McDuck Amusement park personally was in all the papers. They simply waited for you on the road from Duckburg." The duck in white explained as he raised a hand to rub his the temple of his forehead. Fumbling momentarily with the fit of his darkly shaded visors.
Scrooge noticed that his eyes seemed to be bothering him a bit, perhaps the reason for the strange visors. "Are you feeling alright lad?"
The duck in white smiled politely and nodded "yes, just a little headache ...nothing new, believe me."
"Uncle Scrooge ,where they were planning to kidnap us for ransom", Webby asked with alarm as she climbed into her Uncle Scrooges lap for comfort. Scrooge put his arms around her "More than likely, Webby. But never fear, thanks to these brave souls, we're safe now." Scrooge told her as he looked about the compartment at the posse. They were an odd looking bunch, no doubt, but they were brave and caring, none the less. Scrooge brought his gaze back to the duck in white "You know laddy, we don't even know your names."
Even hidden behind masks, the faces of the posse showed the expression of discomfort at the question. "Well, I suppose we do need to call ourselves something while we're hear." The one in white told his companions.
"Whadda ya mean, `call yourselves something`" asked Dewey puzzled. "Don't you have names?"
"Not one's that can be disclosed at the present", the one in the tight fitted suit of ebony answered from his seat across the isle from McDuck. He leaned back into the seat and grinned at Lewey who was still admiring his glider cape. He extended a hand to the boy "You can call me Flyer, then", the young duck smiled and shook the hand offered to him.
The one in the trench coat sat next to him by the window "I guess Tracker will do for me." he said softly.
Directly behind the duck in whites seat was the boy dressed in the Quack Fu GI. "What do we call you?" Huey asked.
the young one was silent for a moment "Nomad would fit, I suppose." he answered shyly.
Now everybody turned there eyes to the duck in white and the girl "Ah," spoke the one in white as if he'd been cornered. "my turn, huh." who glanced at the girl who was trying to suppress a giggle. "Guardian" he said flatly.
"Guardian?" asked Scrooge then added with a laugh "It does seem to fit you."
"Don't remind me." Guardian replying with a weary tone, then looked at the girl "Your turn kid"
"Fine", she said crossing her arms "Kid will do. Believe me I'm use to answering to it."
"Now that were all on a first name bases....er...sort of, perhaps you could tell us some more about this criminal you're after. Perhaps we can help.
"Yeh, Gizmoduck could probably be a big help to you in catching the creep!" exclaimed Huey as he motioned to Gizmoduck who was standing at the rear of the jet. Gizmoduck had not yet recovered from his shocking run in with Megavolt. Moreover, he was embarrassed to have been defeated so easily, especially in front of Mr. McDuck and the boys.
The members of the posse again exchanged looks and again turned to Guardian for the final call. Guardian turned to face Scrooge. "What I'm about to tell you, Mr. McDuck maybe hard to believe. We have come into the past to stop a dangerous criminal known as Dark Warrior from altering the time as we know it."
"The past," Scrooge parroted almost fearfully "You're from the future!?" They members of the posse all nodded. "How ...from how far in the future."
"That I can't disclose to you Mr. McDuck. Not at this time."
"What does this Dark Warrior want?" Mrs. Beakley asked anxiously.
"As I said. To alter the past."
"How is he going to do that?" Luey asked.
"We aren't sure yet....", Flyer started to explain but Guardian cut him off.
"He plans to inject Darkwing Duck with a formula that will manipulate his personality. Make him subjective to being changed by anybody he is in contact with for any length of time."
Flyer, Tracker and Nomad all looked surprised at Guardians knowledge of Dark Warriors plans but they all seemed to quickly and silently grasp and understanding and remained silent.
"Darkwing Duck?", Scrooge was a bit confounded. "If what you say is true. How is changing Him going to alter the future?"
"for one thing. If he were to succeed. No member of this posse would ever exist"
Gizmoducks bill dropped. It was only then that he saw the uncanny likeness three of the duck bore to Darkwing. Flyer, Tracker, and Nomad all had the same large bill and the cheek feathers as darkwing did. Could these duck possible be decedents of Darkwing's? They all had much the same stature, the voices were even alike. They all had to be related somehow. Gizmoduck looked at Guardian. His beak was small and fine and his cheek feathers were as full as the others. But still, the build and the voice, he could also be a descendant of Darkwing's. What about the girl? She didn't look like any of them. Perhaps she was just a trainee or something.
Now, Gizmoduck felt a twinge of jealousy toward Darkwing. Was he really going to have such important descendants, all carrying on the family tradition!