One soul seeks another and pledges their sworn friendship to another.
One mystery begets the next and the doors of fate are opened.
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 3 Mysterious Awakenings
"You mean they're real!" John Connor yelled.
"As real as you or me, same as your Terminators, but I do have a way to prove it if you don't believe the lightshow earlier," Xander answered from the couch, "So what brings you to the 'Dale?"
"Well, after the LA incident," John started to the chuckles of Xander, "I've been watching for anyone interested in Cyberdyne or in Skynet, recently I've managed to trace one person back to this city, I want to find out who and why."
"Makes sense, I don't want another homicidal robot running around town, nor another sociopath for an AI."
"Now that is something that you have got to fill me in about," John chuckled, "Your life seems far worse than mine does."
"Well, you're still wanted by various agencies for terrorist activities relating to your stunt in LA," Xander responded, "That trumps demons any day."
They both chuckled for a moment, leaning back in the chairs.
"So, how do we tell Willow that I'm back in town?"
"I'll tell her tomorrow, I'm not really in the clear with the witch and the bitch at the moment," Xander responded, "They decided that I was helpless and needed protecting, I decided to go hunting on my own, it ticked them off."
"I see, should I use the same alias as I did last time I was in town?"
"Jonathan Harris, sure, plus it ought to keep Wills guessing until we talk, I still need to talk to the G-man."
"If you're talking about a fed, I will shoot you for this."
"No, he's a Brit, one of the few people who is still civil to me."
"Well, if they don't decide to toss me in jail, I can tolerate them, anyone I should be wary of?"
"Well, as I said earlier, Buffy is a Slayer and can toss you around like you're a rag doll, so can Faith, Willow could fry you with one of her spells, Guiles might be able to as well, Angel, he could beat the tar out of you, and so on," Xander chuckled, "But with what I remember, you can kick them all onto their rears, I'm still trying to figure out how you did the Mister Blake in Gym when you visited last time, and he was a Ranger."
"One of the few things mom made sure that I learn."
"Teach me some of it, I'd love to see their faces with some of those moves."
"Sure, after you make it through your little duel."
"Yeah, just one more challenge for the night, then we get some sleep."
"Ditto that Xan," John said as he spotted the weaponry in the house, eyes locking on a sniper rifle, "How do you feel about some backup with a sniper rifle in case you start to lose?"
"I wouldn't turn it down, but I don't know how well bullets work against Dragoon armor, mine took a clip from a cop's handgun without damage."
"Damn, it would have been nice to have that when a Terminator was after me."
Both of them just smiled slightly at that, Xander remembering the machine based problems that the Scoobies had faced and John his encounter in LA.
Cassius smiled at the preparations he had made for the nights battle, the creatures the dark man had provided him as aid were rounding up his foes friends as bait.
Even though it seemed to nag at his conscience; it was something that he saw as a necessary evil in order to return to the service of his emperor. Honor meant something to him, but it only stemmed so far, his duty to the Emperor outweighed his honor, he did what he had to do in order to fulfill that duty, even if it was distasteful to do so.
He chuckled slightly at the dozen space marine scouts that the dark man had brought here, they were even more annoyed by their situation than he was, but even he had not asked for them, the man had sent them.
It was another thing that galled him that he knew not the man's name, the man who had ruined his life. He had appeared in a burst of silver flame as he had descended from the ancient thunderhawk gunship his squad had used to descend to Terrinal IV only for him to appear in this wretched, demon infested hellhole that was this earth, an earth that was not the one he came from, the warp sensor he held did not function here, it was disconcerting to say the least.
At the same moment as Brother Captain Cassius was pondering his fate, a group of heavily armed soldiers moved like wraiths through the nearly deserted Sunnydale High. Their weapons were loaded and ready.
They were not from the same chapter as Cassius, they were Space Wolves, not Ultramarines. Their looks seemed feral compared to normal humans, but they were still capable warriors, far more than capable. Their gene seed made them stronger, faster, and deadlier than most, in fact it had been said that a Space Wolf was more lethal than the other chapters when untrained, the instincts of the wolves of their home world had aided them in that.
The squad leader grinned at his second and signaled at the door to the library.
Elsewhere another critical juncture came into view as a black clad figure seemed to materialize out of the shadows. The form seemed male in appearance and motion, yet it was still something that was concealed from a definite description of one or the other. A cloak hid the physical features, though a mask was visible through the hood, the faceplate of a helm leaving a view compared to that of a skull, or worse, it seemed to be a desecration of life.
A sense of evil surrounded the figure as it walked forwards, black mists rising like storm clouds surrounded the figures armored boots. The harsh clank of metal against marble flooring echoed as it moved, a slow breathing joined it like the hissing of a viper.
The being moved forwards, waving an armored hand and the doors before him exploded away from him as if a bomb had gone off. The darkness flooded the room, the lone occupant managing to whimper before the figure was upon him.
"What?" the man stammered as the figure grasped him by the throat and yanked him off the ground.
The being stared at the man with an appraising eye before speaking in a voice that would have frozen a star.
"I am tired of you and your worthless attempts in this worthless town," the being hissed, "Your time is now up!"
The man seemed to age in seconds, skin rotting off the still living man and slopping off, the man's death came with a long and tortured wail.
As a skeleton dropped to the ground, a classic bleached white, it vanished into dust and the being seemed to pause for a mere instant before the darkness surrounded him and a shockwave rushed out of the office, tearing through the walls like a dinosaur in a china shop as the figure seemed to evaporate into thin air.
A spark from the now exposed wiring caught and a single brass plate, banged up and distorted, but still bearing a legible inscription. It read 'Mayor Wilkins III.'
Legend Of The Dragoon
Chapter 3 Mysterious Awakenings
"You mean they're real!" John Connor yelled.
"As real as you or me, same as your Terminators, but I do have a way to prove it if you don't believe the lightshow earlier," Xander answered from the couch, "So what brings you to the 'Dale?"
"Well, after the LA incident," John started to the chuckles of Xander, "I've been watching for anyone interested in Cyberdyne or in Skynet, recently I've managed to trace one person back to this city, I want to find out who and why."
"Makes sense, I don't want another homicidal robot running around town, nor another sociopath for an AI."
"Now that is something that you have got to fill me in about," John chuckled, "Your life seems far worse than mine does."
"Well, you're still wanted by various agencies for terrorist activities relating to your stunt in LA," Xander responded, "That trumps demons any day."
They both chuckled for a moment, leaning back in the chairs.
"So, how do we tell Willow that I'm back in town?"
"I'll tell her tomorrow, I'm not really in the clear with the witch and the bitch at the moment," Xander responded, "They decided that I was helpless and needed protecting, I decided to go hunting on my own, it ticked them off."
"I see, should I use the same alias as I did last time I was in town?"
"Jonathan Harris, sure, plus it ought to keep Wills guessing until we talk, I still need to talk to the G-man."
"If you're talking about a fed, I will shoot you for this."
"No, he's a Brit, one of the few people who is still civil to me."
"Well, if they don't decide to toss me in jail, I can tolerate them, anyone I should be wary of?"
"Well, as I said earlier, Buffy is a Slayer and can toss you around like you're a rag doll, so can Faith, Willow could fry you with one of her spells, Guiles might be able to as well, Angel, he could beat the tar out of you, and so on," Xander chuckled, "But with what I remember, you can kick them all onto their rears, I'm still trying to figure out how you did the Mister Blake in Gym when you visited last time, and he was a Ranger."
"One of the few things mom made sure that I learn."
"Teach me some of it, I'd love to see their faces with some of those moves."
"Sure, after you make it through your little duel."
"Yeah, just one more challenge for the night, then we get some sleep."
"Ditto that Xan," John said as he spotted the weaponry in the house, eyes locking on a sniper rifle, "How do you feel about some backup with a sniper rifle in case you start to lose?"
"I wouldn't turn it down, but I don't know how well bullets work against Dragoon armor, mine took a clip from a cop's handgun without damage."
"Damn, it would have been nice to have that when a Terminator was after me."
Both of them just smiled slightly at that, Xander remembering the machine based problems that the Scoobies had faced and John his encounter in LA.
Cassius smiled at the preparations he had made for the nights battle, the creatures the dark man had provided him as aid were rounding up his foes friends as bait.
Even though it seemed to nag at his conscience; it was something that he saw as a necessary evil in order to return to the service of his emperor. Honor meant something to him, but it only stemmed so far, his duty to the Emperor outweighed his honor, he did what he had to do in order to fulfill that duty, even if it was distasteful to do so.
He chuckled slightly at the dozen space marine scouts that the dark man had brought here, they were even more annoyed by their situation than he was, but even he had not asked for them, the man had sent them.
It was another thing that galled him that he knew not the man's name, the man who had ruined his life. He had appeared in a burst of silver flame as he had descended from the ancient thunderhawk gunship his squad had used to descend to Terrinal IV only for him to appear in this wretched, demon infested hellhole that was this earth, an earth that was not the one he came from, the warp sensor he held did not function here, it was disconcerting to say the least.
At the same moment as Brother Captain Cassius was pondering his fate, a group of heavily armed soldiers moved like wraiths through the nearly deserted Sunnydale High. Their weapons were loaded and ready.
They were not from the same chapter as Cassius, they were Space Wolves, not Ultramarines. Their looks seemed feral compared to normal humans, but they were still capable warriors, far more than capable. Their gene seed made them stronger, faster, and deadlier than most, in fact it had been said that a Space Wolf was more lethal than the other chapters when untrained, the instincts of the wolves of their home world had aided them in that.
The squad leader grinned at his second and signaled at the door to the library.
Elsewhere another critical juncture came into view as a black clad figure seemed to materialize out of the shadows. The form seemed male in appearance and motion, yet it was still something that was concealed from a definite description of one or the other. A cloak hid the physical features, though a mask was visible through the hood, the faceplate of a helm leaving a view compared to that of a skull, or worse, it seemed to be a desecration of life.
A sense of evil surrounded the figure as it walked forwards, black mists rising like storm clouds surrounded the figures armored boots. The harsh clank of metal against marble flooring echoed as it moved, a slow breathing joined it like the hissing of a viper.
The being moved forwards, waving an armored hand and the doors before him exploded away from him as if a bomb had gone off. The darkness flooded the room, the lone occupant managing to whimper before the figure was upon him.
"What?" the man stammered as the figure grasped him by the throat and yanked him off the ground.
The being stared at the man with an appraising eye before speaking in a voice that would have frozen a star.
"I am tired of you and your worthless attempts in this worthless town," the being hissed, "Your time is now up!"
The man seemed to age in seconds, skin rotting off the still living man and slopping off, the man's death came with a long and tortured wail.
As a skeleton dropped to the ground, a classic bleached white, it vanished into dust and the being seemed to pause for a mere instant before the darkness surrounded him and a shockwave rushed out of the office, tearing through the walls like a dinosaur in a china shop as the figure seemed to evaporate into thin air.
A spark from the now exposed wiring caught and a single brass plate, banged up and distorted, but still bearing a legible inscription. It read 'Mayor Wilkins III.'