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Name: Rivera, Nathan

Location: ICPF Headquarters

Mission: N/A

Commander Rivera was in his office, a very large room befitting his status as a Division Head. He sat in his favorite leather chair, his eyes transfixed on the computer screen in front of him. On the display was a video feed from the Warcraft Canon. Harry Potter was the subject of this video, as well as the insectoid creature he had fought in the Stockade. Over and over Rivera stopped, rewound and replayed the feed. Each repeat of the clip sent a chill down the spine of the Special Weapons commander.

"This is the third assault from you and your kind. What is your goal, attacking our agents?" he said to himself. A knock sounded at Rivera's door. "Enter," Rivera called, and a woman opened the door and walked in. A slender woman of taller height, raven hair and blue eyes stood with a manila file in hand. A wakizashi and katana were strapped on either side of her hip. The woman bowed as Nathan got to his feet. "Hello miss. Is something the matter?"

The secretary nodded. "Very much so, Commander. I just received a missive from one of our field officers. They claim to have identified the creature from Master Potter's assault in Stormwind."

"Oh, really?" replied Rivera. "And this creature is...what, exactly?"

The woman handed Nathan a sheet of e-paper. At the top left was an image of a the being from the video. Long columns of digital text scrolled across the sheet. The secretary said, "These creatures are known as Fomorian. They seem to be from one of our more difficult to reach Canon. They are known scavengers of magic ability and technology. ICPF High Command has put out a full alert warning agents to avoid them at all costs. Apparently one of these 'Fomorian' can induce insanity in most humanoid races and have actively sought out humans to torture in their home Canon. Master Potter must've gotten lucky that this one merely wanted him dead. Our reports indicate that this one was weakened from the initial transcendence."

"Thank you for the information. If you do not mind waiting here, Miss...?"

"Alban. Nimue Alban of Safehold Canon. Currently a member of Intelligence Division. And yes, I can wait."

"Excellent." Rivera pushed a button on the phone nearby. "SpecWep to Training Cadre. I need Galbatorix to come to my office on the double." Pausing, he called again. "SpecWep to Engineering. Kramer is needed in my office immediately." Nathan then walked over to a nearby bookshelf. Selecting a thicker, hardcover book he walked back to his chair and started reading. Leaning back in his chair, Rivera turned to Alban he said, "So. How is your other half?"

Nimue asked, "Are you referring to OWL or Merlin?"

Nathan replied, "Tell me about Merlin while we wait." The title was clear on the front of his book:

Off Armageddon Reef by David Weber.

"Attention, attention. Training Master Galbatorix, please report to SpecWep immediately. Thank you."

Galbatorix was in the middle of a sparring session with a one Verene of the Tortall Canon when he heard the intercom. Raising a hand to the young girl he said, "That is enough for now. You should take a break anyway. You have been making excellent progress." As Verene bowed to the trainer Galbatorix began to head for the offices.

This is the third time this week. Rivera needs to get his act together, he thought to himself. As he walked into the commander's office, he was greeted by Rivera and two others. To Nathan's right was John Kramer, the elderly Engineering Head and resident psychologist. On Nathan's left however, was a woman he had only heard of. Lieutenant Commander Nimue Alban of Safehold Canon's Terran Federation Navy. On her own Alban had orchestrated a full revolution of multiple countries on a planet deadlocked by a fanatical theocratic government. And all from beyond the grave herself. Impressive, to say the least.

As Galbatorix walked in, Nathan Rivera stood from his desk. "Good to have everyone here. I just received a report from Miss Alban here concerning another attack on one of my agents in training. I called everyone here because High Command wants me to get to the bottom of this, and I want this to be a joint effort of our respective departments, except for Galbatorix." Turning to the man in question, Rivera said, "I need you as my right hand man in this issue. There are too many thing that're unsettling about this situation and I need someone to watch my back should something go amiss." The trainer nodded curtly and Nathan continued. "According to Nimue here, these creatures are known as 'Fomorian.' This is their third attack on ICPF agents and as far as we know, the only reason Potter was successful was the fact that the being was weakened from it's own transcendence. The video feed from our monitors inside the Warcraft Canon showed that it can shrug off A.R.M. rounds and some dark curses from Potter Canon. The spell used against it would have split a human in two, yet it barely cracked the Fomorian's carapace. Kramer," He nodded towards the person in question. "I am going to see if I can't collect the body from Stormwind authorities. Your task will to be reverse-engineering the natural armor they possess and try to find a weapon that can breach it. Any thoughts?"

John nodded. "The blade-rail in the armature seemed sufficient, but that might be the fact that their carapace is less protective around the neck, for articulation purposes. Give me a sample and I will try to find a suitable trade-off for our armor systems. The ICPF version of MJOLNIR is only getting us so far right now." Looking at the screen, John saw a still frame of Harry in the process of beheading the Fomorian. "Do we know if this will affect his time in Warcraft?"

Alban was the one to step in. "As far as Intel sees it Master Potter will be unaffected, for the most part. Reports indicate that he might be more susceptible to mild mental illness. Bipolar disorder and mild schizophrenia are possible, but symptoms have not manifested yet. Intel Division will keep an eye on him, and one can assume that the Commander will as well."

Rivera nodded. "Yes I will. Galbatorix, I will need you to help with Training Division to adjust our system to deal with this threat. Nimue, look into their technology level. Given what we see this feed, we might want to keep on the lookout for any forms of spacefaring tech from them. I expe-"

"That won't be necessary, Knight-Commander."

All ICPF agents in the room immediately drew a weapon of some kind at the sound; Alban's wakizashi, Rivera and Galbatorix's greatswords and Kramers own A.R.M. blade-rails as three figures came shifted into the visible spectrum. The center person in question was an elder female, with strong features; flanked by two more females of faerie appearance, with tall, slim builds, as well as upswept and pointed ears. The two faeries held blades of their own at a low guard as the middle woman continued, "I would put away your blades for the moment. I have more information for your agency. My name is Dana, of the very Canon the Formorian race originated from."

Rivera was not convinced. "So you say. How did you make through the security exactly? We might need the info for the next set of fools who try to bluff their way into my office." The SpecWep commander infused a series of runes on his blade with dark energy. "Better yet, tell us your names so we may know who we made examples of."

The faerie on the right of the matron became enraged. "What gives you the right to insult your Lady Gaia in such a fashion!" With that, the guard rushed Rivera, leaping over the Commander's desk. Nathan let loose his spell from his blade, hoisting the faerie into the air and strangling her as he stabbed the woman clean through the heart, killing her. The faerie let out a small gurgling gasp and dissolved into a small pile of dust and twigs on the ground.

Pointing the blade at the elder woman Commander Rivera roared, "ENOUGH! Answers now, or the next head to roll will be yours."

Sighing, the elder replied, "Very well. My name is actually Gaia. As I said, I come from the same Canon as the Fomorian. I came here trying to gain your assistance with their eradication. They have attacked my humans twice before and have now found a way to leave my universe. I need your help to end them. You have to believe me. I cannot stay long in this world. I feel the pull of my body drawing me back. An hour or two at the most."

Nimue Alban stepped forward, blade in hand. "Then you have time for a quick verification of your identity. Intel Division would be able to tell if you are lying to us or not. I'm warning you, if you are lying, nothing is stopping us from dropping you dead like your friend here." She nodded towards the pile of dust and sticks.

"If that is what it takes, then so be it." Turning to the remaining faerie she said, "Kyra, I should be back shortly. Try not to end up like Myra." The faerie nodded, and Gaia followed Alban and Commander Rivera out the door.

As the door to the office shut, the faerie said, "Oh, this seems a bit awkward."

John Kramer replied, "You don't say." Galbatorix buried his face in his palms.

An hour and a half later, the two ICPF agents and Gaia walked back into the office. Nimue said, "Her story checks out with Intel. Apparently, no one told SpecWep or me that entities of sufficient power have an instinctive knowledge of the Infinite Canon. My, this seems to be just the day for revelations, isn't it?"

Rivera nodded. "Indeed. As of right now, Special Weapons Division will no longer be focused solely on Canon alignment and correction. The paradigm has shifted to full Canon defense, with containment and control of this blight as one of our top priorities. Kramer, it is still my goal to collect the corpse from Warcraft for your testing. Alban?" Nathan turned towards the woman in question. "See what other information Gaia can give about the Fomorians. I need a full intelligence report for when I return." Turning to Kyra, Rivera asked, "Would you be able to accompany Gaia back to your Canon? We will send a squad over as soon as possible to help on your end."

The faerie shook her head. "It was not Gaia's wish for me to return with her. She wished for me and Myra to join your organization as new recruits. Although, half of that plan has been scuppered rather quickly."

With that, Gaia began to laugh. Stepping to the pile of dust, which had yet to be cleaned up, she said, "This will definitely burn out my remaining time here, but you could use the help." Putting her hand on the pile, a soft glow burst forth from the goddess' hand. The dust began to swirl and sway, rising into the air and forming a rought outline of Myra. With a twist of Gaia's wrist, the outline solidified into the original flesh-bound form of the faerie.

Gaia's work completed, she began to fade out of the visible spectrum. "Knight-Commander, I leave these two in your capable hands." With that, she faded completely.

Now it was Rivera's turn to bury his face in his palms.

"Oh, tauren-shit."

Location: Stormwind (Warcraft Canon)

James Mathers was not a happy man, having just finished digging a pit for the corpse nearby. Morbid was the word to describe him, and the irony of the word was not lost on the gravekeeper of Stormwind. A paladin had dumped a corpse of some...thing...off for the gravekeepers to dispose of, and Mathers just happened to be the one on duty.

As James hefted the corpse of what appeared to be a flayer towards the grave, a glint of metal caught his eye. Attached to the creature's wrist was a silver band. To Mathers came the untold rule of gravekeeping: The dead need not, so take what you can. He quickly pulled the band off of the flayer and kicked the beast into the pit. believing a break was in order, James walked away to examine the bracelet a little more closely. What he did not notice was a glimmer of light behind him as Nathan Rivera dropped into the grave to collect the Fomorian's body. Rivera let out a quiet chuckle. "Too easy. Now back to my office."

With that, the Commander of the Infinite Canon Police Force's Special Weapons Division faded out of the Warcraft Canon, his prize in tow.

Author's Note: Different, eh?

Just thought I'd give a little side-story of some of the other member's of ICPF. I wanted to introduce some more characters, and give some previous ones something to do. Who knows? Maybe they'll end up in their own story!

Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and will read, review and rate this along with the previous seven chapters.

Until next time,

Master Merrick

P.S. I didn't notice the crappy pun from last note until my third proofread. Might as well keep it in.