Thanks for the reviews I had for the last chpater. Apologies now if I have not got back in contact with you but as FF is playing up it is a lot of hassle. If anyone else has any ideas as to who I can put into this then let me know as well as what film, series, book they are from cos I don't always know who is being refered to.
Anyway I'll update this again in the near future after I do my BG2, LOTR and other LXG story as I think I've kept those people waiting for long enough.
Duncan, Kate, Mina, Jonas and Celia don't belong to me neither do most of the bad guys. Dr Armstrong is mine however as is Zatarl. I'll try and explain any words that aren't english at the bottom but if you don't know them then they are probably Latin as I am learning the language at the moment and this is as good a way as any to parctice it.
If this isn't updated soon then it isn't because I have lost interest far from it I am already thinking about a sequal. I've just got back from a 5 week holiday with internet access on one computer and my stories on another. D'OH !!!!
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Jonas left the two women to get better aquainted and went up the stairs to sling some clothes in a rucksack for the trip to Prague, he was used to living on the bare minimum both as an aide to the government on Kelowna where he had rarely gone home as well as his year on an interstella team. A trip to Europe was going to be no problem. He had put jeans, shirts and other day to day clothes in the back as well as shorts and vest to sleep in. He was just debating whether or not he was going to take anything to read when a pain shot through his head.
'Leave now, everyone get out of the house. There is a danger on its way here that you cannot defeat.' A voice said in his mind. Jonas recognised it as the voice of Dr Armstrong. He had not been aware that the man was telepathic but after what he had seen in the last year he was willing to believe anything. Shoving the rest of his clothes as well as his notebook he headed out the room, he grabbed his gun and shoved it in the back of his jeans and made sure that the Zat was easy to get to. He had no idea what the threat was but a year of fighting aliens including those on his own planet he knew the adavantage of being prepared for anything. Jonas hurried out of his door to be confronted by a creature the like of which he had never seen before even in the horror films that Jack had made him watch.
Duncan and Kate had left Dr Armstrong several minutes earlier when they heard the telepathic message, hurrying out the door only pausing to grab weapons they also were confronted by a figure.
"Duncan Macleaod. At last we meet." They said
"A friend of yours ?" Kate asked
"No idea who the guy is." Duncan replied. He guessed that the stranger was an immortal, something that Duncan would have been aware before leaving the room, that was the one drawback of being married to kate as she was an immortal herself he could not sense others when they approached.
"Do you want an introduction before I end your miserable existance?" The new immortal asked
"It doesn't really bother me. I've got rid of enough people without any name over time to make you no different." Duncan replied.
"My name is Aidan, Aidan Davison if you need to know." The immortal said pulling a medieval long sword from behind his back. Duncan sighed and raised his own sword, one which had once belonged to Connor Macleaod before Duncan had had to kill him.
"Duncan we do not have time for this.We've got to get out of here." Kate said being aware of a sense of urgency still being comunicated by Dr Armstrong and knowing that they had to get out of there.
"You go and get out of here Kate, I'll be fine." Duncan said. He had never heard of this immortal, this meant that he was unlikely to be too much of a threat as Duncan had always made sure that he was kept aprised of any immortal that was starting to become too powerful like Jacob Kell had a few years earlier. Kate went, she was well aware of the rules that forbade any immortal from joining another in a fight against another one of the immortals and she needed to make sure that the more vulnerable members of the group made it out alive.
Mina and Celia were less surprised at the telepathy as both had come into contact with it in the past. In Mina's case it had been just befor being turnned into a vampire by Dracula and in the case of Celia it had been in her short stint as a member of the x-men. It was still a surprise all the same, the two women hurried out the building without any trouble as unlike the others they were on the ground floor. It took another few minutes before Kate joined them, as soon as the three women had gone some distance from the house they turnned to face the building they had just left. There was no sign of Duncan, Jonas or Dr Armstrong, more worrying was the fact that there was no sign of any of the others who were attacking the building and it seemed unlikely that Aidan was the only person there.
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The man saw the three women emerge from the house and tried to ignore the voice telling him what he had to do. He did not want to have to harm them but he really did have no choice. He had been pulled from his home world by someone even more skilled in the black arts than himself, he was now being coerced into doing what a madman wanted just to save his home. He knew what the price would be if he was even suspected of betraying his master and he had no wish to see his subjects harmed, they may have been scared of him but he had no plans on harming them and was generally looking out for his people. If that meant he had to hurt strangers then that was no problem, he just wished it was not so. With a final sigh he pushed his blond hair back and gestured towards the women before looking away not wanting to see what was about to happen.
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Duncan raised his sword and positioned the hilt just behind his head, this had always been his favourite way to start a duel since he began to have instruction in oriental fighting styles over 100 years before. The other man just raised his sword in a style which was very similar to the one Connor MacLeod had used before his death. Duncan guessed that this man had been born in the 15th or 16th centuary then. That would make him no problem as Kell had been the last truely powerful medieval immortal, as far as Duncan was aware there was no immortal in the West that even came close to his number of kills something he was grateful for. The two young looking men tried a few practice slashes at each other. Duncan was able to appreciate the different styles that Connor had forced him to learn in the years they had been together. He was not sure exactly what style the other man used but it certainly wasn't as eastern as his own. A cut to his arm drew him back into the fight, he'd really got to remember to not let his mind wander, he certainly would not get injured as often if he did remember that one detail.
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For a man who'd travelled round the universe Jonas had certainly not expected to see a monster in the middle of the swamps in America. It was certainly unlike anything he had seen or read about. The creature was vast and easily filled the entire of the corridor, Jonas made sure his pack was on his back securely and drew his Zat, he had no idea whether the creature in front of him could be harmed by the weapon but one thing that Jonas Quinn was not was a coward and he was determined to fight it with whatever means he had at his disposal.
Zatarl allowed what he classed as a smile to cross his face. It was a shame that humans were so limited in their thought porcesses. The man who'd brought him from the dimension he'd been inhabiting had been slightly surprised when he'd managed to summon an arch-daemon. The man had expected that he would be the one making all of the plans an idea that Zatarl had quickly disabused him of. He let the man believe that he was still calling the shots when it was Zatarl himself who was following his own agenda. He liked the mans ideas as anything that spread that much chaos was definately worth doing. The man in front of him was tempting though, he was young and in good shape. There was something about the man though that was not right though, to Zatarl that did not matter one meal was the same as another to him. With another smile the daemon charged at the shocked alien.
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There you go that's the next chapter done and dusted. I have finally got my league sorted out as well as one or two newbies for the next one should I do it.
Anyway sorry for the slow update I can guarantee that they will be quicker from now on. Please review and let me know what you think.
Anyway I'll update this again in the near future after I do my BG2, LOTR and other LXG story as I think I've kept those people waiting for long enough.
Duncan, Kate, Mina, Jonas and Celia don't belong to me neither do most of the bad guys. Dr Armstrong is mine however as is Zatarl. I'll try and explain any words that aren't english at the bottom but if you don't know them then they are probably Latin as I am learning the language at the moment and this is as good a way as any to parctice it.
If this isn't updated soon then it isn't because I have lost interest far from it I am already thinking about a sequal. I've just got back from a 5 week holiday with internet access on one computer and my stories on another. D'OH !!!!
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Jonas left the two women to get better aquainted and went up the stairs to sling some clothes in a rucksack for the trip to Prague, he was used to living on the bare minimum both as an aide to the government on Kelowna where he had rarely gone home as well as his year on an interstella team. A trip to Europe was going to be no problem. He had put jeans, shirts and other day to day clothes in the back as well as shorts and vest to sleep in. He was just debating whether or not he was going to take anything to read when a pain shot through his head.
'Leave now, everyone get out of the house. There is a danger on its way here that you cannot defeat.' A voice said in his mind. Jonas recognised it as the voice of Dr Armstrong. He had not been aware that the man was telepathic but after what he had seen in the last year he was willing to believe anything. Shoving the rest of his clothes as well as his notebook he headed out the room, he grabbed his gun and shoved it in the back of his jeans and made sure that the Zat was easy to get to. He had no idea what the threat was but a year of fighting aliens including those on his own planet he knew the adavantage of being prepared for anything. Jonas hurried out of his door to be confronted by a creature the like of which he had never seen before even in the horror films that Jack had made him watch.
Duncan and Kate had left Dr Armstrong several minutes earlier when they heard the telepathic message, hurrying out the door only pausing to grab weapons they also were confronted by a figure.
"Duncan Macleaod. At last we meet." They said
"A friend of yours ?" Kate asked
"No idea who the guy is." Duncan replied. He guessed that the stranger was an immortal, something that Duncan would have been aware before leaving the room, that was the one drawback of being married to kate as she was an immortal herself he could not sense others when they approached.
"Do you want an introduction before I end your miserable existance?" The new immortal asked
"It doesn't really bother me. I've got rid of enough people without any name over time to make you no different." Duncan replied.
"My name is Aidan, Aidan Davison if you need to know." The immortal said pulling a medieval long sword from behind his back. Duncan sighed and raised his own sword, one which had once belonged to Connor Macleaod before Duncan had had to kill him.
"Duncan we do not have time for this.We've got to get out of here." Kate said being aware of a sense of urgency still being comunicated by Dr Armstrong and knowing that they had to get out of there.
"You go and get out of here Kate, I'll be fine." Duncan said. He had never heard of this immortal, this meant that he was unlikely to be too much of a threat as Duncan had always made sure that he was kept aprised of any immortal that was starting to become too powerful like Jacob Kell had a few years earlier. Kate went, she was well aware of the rules that forbade any immortal from joining another in a fight against another one of the immortals and she needed to make sure that the more vulnerable members of the group made it out alive.
Mina and Celia were less surprised at the telepathy as both had come into contact with it in the past. In Mina's case it had been just befor being turnned into a vampire by Dracula and in the case of Celia it had been in her short stint as a member of the x-men. It was still a surprise all the same, the two women hurried out the building without any trouble as unlike the others they were on the ground floor. It took another few minutes before Kate joined them, as soon as the three women had gone some distance from the house they turnned to face the building they had just left. There was no sign of Duncan, Jonas or Dr Armstrong, more worrying was the fact that there was no sign of any of the others who were attacking the building and it seemed unlikely that Aidan was the only person there.
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The man saw the three women emerge from the house and tried to ignore the voice telling him what he had to do. He did not want to have to harm them but he really did have no choice. He had been pulled from his home world by someone even more skilled in the black arts than himself, he was now being coerced into doing what a madman wanted just to save his home. He knew what the price would be if he was even suspected of betraying his master and he had no wish to see his subjects harmed, they may have been scared of him but he had no plans on harming them and was generally looking out for his people. If that meant he had to hurt strangers then that was no problem, he just wished it was not so. With a final sigh he pushed his blond hair back and gestured towards the women before looking away not wanting to see what was about to happen.
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Duncan raised his sword and positioned the hilt just behind his head, this had always been his favourite way to start a duel since he began to have instruction in oriental fighting styles over 100 years before. The other man just raised his sword in a style which was very similar to the one Connor MacLeod had used before his death. Duncan guessed that this man had been born in the 15th or 16th centuary then. That would make him no problem as Kell had been the last truely powerful medieval immortal, as far as Duncan was aware there was no immortal in the West that even came close to his number of kills something he was grateful for. The two young looking men tried a few practice slashes at each other. Duncan was able to appreciate the different styles that Connor had forced him to learn in the years they had been together. He was not sure exactly what style the other man used but it certainly wasn't as eastern as his own. A cut to his arm drew him back into the fight, he'd really got to remember to not let his mind wander, he certainly would not get injured as often if he did remember that one detail.
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For a man who'd travelled round the universe Jonas had certainly not expected to see a monster in the middle of the swamps in America. It was certainly unlike anything he had seen or read about. The creature was vast and easily filled the entire of the corridor, Jonas made sure his pack was on his back securely and drew his Zat, he had no idea whether the creature in front of him could be harmed by the weapon but one thing that Jonas Quinn was not was a coward and he was determined to fight it with whatever means he had at his disposal.
Zatarl allowed what he classed as a smile to cross his face. It was a shame that humans were so limited in their thought porcesses. The man who'd brought him from the dimension he'd been inhabiting had been slightly surprised when he'd managed to summon an arch-daemon. The man had expected that he would be the one making all of the plans an idea that Zatarl had quickly disabused him of. He let the man believe that he was still calling the shots when it was Zatarl himself who was following his own agenda. He liked the mans ideas as anything that spread that much chaos was definately worth doing. The man in front of him was tempting though, he was young and in good shape. There was something about the man though that was not right though, to Zatarl that did not matter one meal was the same as another to him. With another smile the daemon charged at the shocked alien.
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There you go that's the next chapter done and dusted. I have finally got my league sorted out as well as one or two newbies for the next one should I do it.
Anyway sorry for the slow update I can guarantee that they will be quicker from now on. Please review and let me know what you think.