Part 1
Anne

Five months ago
Planet Earth

The men in the heavy protection suits moved across the rubble flashing powerful lights over the remnants of what had once been the hellmouth. The people in charge of the digging had risen so much dust in the air that one could no longer breath without a mask. One of the men wiped the dust off the transparent helmet that covered his head and sighed heavily before pressing a button on the side of the helmet and asking:

"Sir, are you sure about this? I don't see how we can find anything underneath all this..."

"I'm absolutely positive, sergeant," a voice answered the man's question.

"Then we'll do the best we can," he assured him and pushed the button on the helmet again, cutting off the transmission.

"What does the doctor say?" another man approached the sergeant.

"To keep looking," his flashed his light on the ground.

"If you ask me the man's kept his head buried in those damn books far too long. Started believing all that mumbo-jumbo," the other man scoffed. "And here we are, on Planet Trash looking for a 1000 year old blood."

"If he believes it's here, then he probably has a reason to," the sergeant assured him. "And have a little respect for the planet that gave birth to our species, Sollis."

"Yes, sir," the man moved away, continuing his search.

"Sergeant!" a booming voice was heard from somewhere afar. "I think I found it."

"I can't believe it!" Sollis let out incredulous. The sergeant rushed towards the soldier that had called out to him. The man was holding up a very old looking sword.

"How can this be possible?" the man asked obviously shocked at the sight of the sword covered in blood.

"You'll have to ask the doctor about that," the sergeant said swallowing hard. "Are you sure this is the one? That it's not a false alarm again?"

"Pretty sure, sir," the man held out a device, no bigger than a box of matches, and passed it across the surface of the sword. "It's slayer blood. A particularly strong one. It matches the sample we were given a 62%. That's about 30% more than we found in the others. And this is the sort of weapon we were advised to search for."

"The weapon isn't relevant here," the sergeant said looking back at a mountain of swords they had dug up and tossed aside since the beginning of their mission.

"I'm not sure we could find more than a 62% match, sir. It's been over a 1000 years," the man pointed out.

"Then this must be it. We'll have to send it to the doctor for a more thorough analysis though," the sergeant said.

"The strange thing is, sir," the man stared at the sword again. "The DNA analyzer recognizes it as fresh blood."

"That's because it is," the sergeant took the sword from him. He had been warned that such strange occurrences could take place during their mission. "A 1000 year old fresh," he smiled.

4 month and 3 weeks ago

Planet Phenias
The Mundagoon Complex

The gigantic screen showed the spiraling DNA sample as a team of specialists looked on. One of them shook his head and called out for doctor Cohegen:

"We can't do anything with it. It's incomplete," he told him. "The sequence isn't enough to produce a proper clone."

"I figured it wouldn't be, so I've made arrangements," Haydn Cohegen said staring at the screen. "I've tracked down her descendents. Unfortunately there is only one currently alive. A girl. The way I found her is quite amusing actually."

"Is it?" his colleague looked at him strangely.

"Yes, very much so. She's Cincineel's right hand. A slayer. Which does help our cause a great deal. Matching a human DNA to a slayer one is quite impossible. Or for the very least incompatible," Haydn pointed out.

"Cincineel's right hand? Well, that puts an end to this experiment," the other man said disappointed.

"Don't be so hasty, doctor. Our slayer should be on her way here as we speak," Haydn smiled.

"How did you...?" the man looked at him surprised.

"I found someone willing to work from the inside," he answered him.

"A traitor in Cincineel's army?" he smirked.

"Yes, but unfortunately, not one high ranking enough to reveal anything we don't already know," Haydn said. "But desperate enough to kidnap Buffy Summers' descendent."

"Kidnap her? Wouldn't a blood sample have been enough?" the doctor asked.

"It's safer to have her here, in case the first experiment doesn't succeed," he replied.

The Planet Corrian
Headquarters of the Slayer Liberation Army

He walked down the hallway trying to hide his nervousness and the inner turmoil that was consuming him. He had no idea if he was doing the right thing. Perhaps, he shouldn't have been such a coward and dedicated himself, like the rest of them, to their cause to the very end. But the mere thought of what would happen to him made him angry. How dared they, after all he had done for them?

"Niya!" he called out to the girl that had just entered the corridor through a sliding door. She seemed lost in thoughts as she stopped and looked up at him. She was short, a head smaller than him, with dark hair and disturbingly blue eyes.

"Dollorian," she saluted him shortly. "What is it?"

"I found a flaw in your ship's guidance system. I thought that you'd want to take a personal look at it," he told her gesturing towards the other end of the hallway that lead to the landing zone for stellar ships.

"Can we go now? I have a heavy briefing session in about an hour," she explained.

"This won't take you more than ten minutes," he assured her as he lead her down the corridor.

The landing zone was dark, but not empty. Various slayers, women and men, were busy repairing or boarding ships. Dollarian lead Niya inside her ship and the girl immediately began checking the guidance system.

"Are you sure it was the guidance system?" she asked looking back at him with a frown on her face. "It seems fine."

"You have to dig just beneath the surface," he told her and pretended to think everything through for a moment before adding: "I think you'd understand what I mean if you saw the ship flying."

"Okay, but this better be good," Niya said opening a communicator to the ground base. "This is Nightcrawler 741, I'm heading out for a routine flight."

"Roger that, 741," a voice replied and she switched off the communicator. Dollarian pushed a metal device filled with tranquilizer against her neck. As the liquid drained into the veins of the slayer she fell into a deep sleep. When he removed the device, it left a bloody V made of small needle points on her neck.

4 months and 2 weeks ago

Planet Phenias
The Mundagoon Complex

The girl squirmed and screamed in the background behind the glass windows while Dollorian stared quietly at his shoes, trying to ignore her. The sound of footsteps nearing made him look up startled. Haydn gave him a sympathetic smile.

"Do they really have to do that?" Dollorian asked looking at Niya beyond the glass windows.

"They wouldn't if she cooperated," the doctor told him following his gaze.

"I...I did abduct her," he pointed out stuttering.

"Do you feel sorry for what you did?" Haydn asked slightly amused.

"I...don't know what to feel," he admitted.

"You'll feel very grateful when you'll still be alive in two months," he assured him. "You did the right thing. Cincineel has taken everything too far."

"And you're not?" Dollorian rose his eyebrows questioningly.

"Let's just say I'm doing what needs to be done," the doctor said staring back at Niya still struggling in her bounds as doctors roamed around her.

2 months and 6 days ago

Planet Phenias
The Mundagoon Complex

The baby floated in the cylindrical tank filled with strange translucent liquids, her eyes closed, an artificial umbilical cord leading somewhere in the floor of the metal womb she had been created in. Various doctors and nurses moved around the tank, all under the influence of a sudden rush of nervousness that had taken control of their minds and bodies since that morning. This was the day when the baby reached its nine month deadline. Haydn paced around the laboratory, as nervous as a father awaiting the birth of his child.

Slowly, the liquid inside the tank was drained and the baby landed gently on its floor, the umbilical cord cutting itself off automatically. Suddenly finding herself outside her warm, nurturing artificial womb, in the cold darkness of this new world, the baby screamed. Haydn looked up startled as a nurse wrapped a white blanket around the new born child. A baby girl.

"Doctor, would you like to hold her?" the nurse holding the baby asked him coming closer. "She's just the sweetest thing."

"Yes, of course," Haydn extended his arms and the woman put the small white bundle in his hands. He looked down at her and smiled. What a perfect little...the baby looked up at him strangely and he gasped. "She's flawed," he let out incredulously. The baby's eyes were blue, the same deep blue of Niya's eyes.

"Don't all babies have blue eyes when they're born?" the nurse asked confused. "The real color establishes itself only after a few weeks."

"Not this one," Haydn said frowning. "Take her," she shoved the child back into the woman's warms. The baby started crying from the brutal gesture. "Put her in the growth inducer. We decided on age 19. She won't be taken out of the device until she reaches that age, are we understood?"

"Yes, sir," the nurse nodded and looked down at the child with pity. "What should we call her? Buffy?"

"No," Haydn stared at the imperfect duplicate of Buffy Summers he had created. "Her name will be Anne. She's not as good as the original, she doesn't deserve her name," he stormed out of the lab, but the nurse had stopped listening to him and instead smiled at the beautiful baby:

"Annie, Annie, little Annie..."

6 days ago
Planet Phenias
The Mundagoon Complex

"She's quite an extraordinary specimen," one of the geneticists said staring at the naked girl still locked inside the growth inducer, fallen in what looked like a deep trance. "What have you done about the memories?"

"We preferred to leave them blank because we didn't have enough details to fully recreate them," Haydn explained. "We've introduced the basic skills though: writing, reading, language knowledge, basic calculus, definitions for things and situations she might come across when she awakens. Basically she will be like a person who has lived in the world for 19 years, but has absolutely no emotional memories. We also thought it was necessary to insert a certain amount of combat skills into her mind, considering the situation."

"You think that's wise?" the other geneticist asked looking back at the doctor. "Aren't you afraid that she might act violent when she awakens?"

"Given the state of general confusion she will be in, I doubt she'll attack anyone," Haydn said.

"Have you given her a history of her kind? Of the slayers and the current situation?" another doctor asked.

"We've introduced the basic slayer codex. She knows what she is, but doesn't know anything about the rest. I thought it would be best if it were explained to her when she awakens. Preferably by a familiar face," he smiled.

"How is that going by the way?" the first geneticist asked.

"They tracked him down on some obscure moon of the planet Kitrrena. I'm sure it won't be long until he'll be our guest here," Haydn answered and looked down at his watch "It's time."

He neared the growth inducer and typed a code on its control panel. The doors unsealed and Haydn took off his lab coat and wrapped it around the still sleeping naked girl.

"Anne," he said gently. The girl didn't react. "Anne," he put his hand on her shoulder. With a violent convulsion, she pulled away, hitting the back of the growth inducer and opening her eyes. Haydn sighed. Big blue eyes stared frightened into his dark ones. He had hoped - though he knew better - that somehow her eyes would have changed to green. "Hello, Anne," he extended a friendly unthreatening hand towards her. "I'm Haydn."

"Where am I?" she asked staring confused at his hand before reluctantly shaking it, not really knowing why she was doing that.

"Excellent reactions," Haydn said approvingly. "Do you know what year we're in?"

"3000...3014," she said touching her forehead as if it hurt. Haydn stepped away from the doors of the inducer and held out a hand to her. She hesitantly took it and when she found herself in the laboratory and saw all the people staring at her, she instinctively hid behind Haydn, holding onto the sleeve of his shirt desperately.

"It's all right," Haydn assured her, taking her hand and bringing her in front of the crowd of doctors again. She suddenly seemed to realize that she was almost naked and held Haydn's lab coat closer to her body.

"Marvelous," one of the geneticists muttered in awe.

"I don't know what you complained about, she's absolutely perfect," another doctor addressed Haydn.

"Yeah," Haydn grunted and addressing his fellow doctors said: "I think it's best if we cut today's tests short. She needs some time to adjust." Taking Anne by the hand he led her out of the laboratory and into his private office.

"If you ask me, he just wants her all for himself for a while. Selfishness of the creator," one of the doctors said staring after them.

Once they were alone and Anne had sat down in a chair, Haydn asked her:

"Is everything all right?"

"All right," she repeated and looked around herself confused. She gazed at her bare feet tilting her head slightly, then, letting go of the lab coat she had been clutching around herself, stared at her hands. Haydn leaned down to pull the coat back around her chest and Anne caught his hand. She had never felt a human touch before. Not something she could remember anyway as she had been only a baby when she had been held by those very hands and many others. She stared down at the hand she had captured and brushed it across her face. "It's warm," she had no idea what the word meant. She had never been cold, never been warm.

"It's okay," he told her pulling away his hand. He felt pity for her, he could only imagine what sort of state of mind someone waking up to realize he was a full grown human being was in.

"I...," Anne began and stood up from the chair. "Food. I need food," she told him with a puzzled look on her face. "Here," she touched her naked stomach.

"Good," Haydn nodded. "But we have to get you some clothes first."

The second moon of the planet Kitrrena
6 days ago

He made his way towards the entrance of the run down bar when he heard the voices - commanding, so obviously military - demanding to know his whereabouts. The bar owner cowered somewhere in a corner, nervously trying to tell them that he had no idea where he lived. He neared the windows to have a peak inside. He accidentally stumbled over a bottle that made an all too loud sound in the night drawing the attention of the people inside. He quickly made a run for it, but he could hear them running behind him. Then suddenly, he hit a dead end. He prepared to jump the tall wall, when two soldiers hovered above it staring down at him, while three others came at him from the other end of the street.

"Oh, bloody hell!" Spike let out frustrated.

End Part 1