Planeswalker Gothic 3
Part 4
Men of Letters Bunker. Supernatural Verse.
So that was it then, Dean Winchester was dead and in hell. I knew this for certain as I'd gotten a very angry phone call while at work from Sam Winchester. He'd been drunk, and very mad, aside from threats he'd also ordered me to do serveral things to myself that would be very painful, if not down right impossible.
Not that I blamed him for putting some of the blame for his brother's death on my shoulders. I could have saved Dean, I could have sent both of the Winchesters to another world, a plane with no angels or demons to bother them, but that wouldn't have prevented the End of Days in this reality, it only would have delayed it.
In fact judging by what I'd found out about the final eposide of season 12, it would make things way worse if Sam and Dean were removed from their world. As a Planeswalker it would simple enough for me to go and check on that messed up excuse for an alternate reality, not that I had intention of doing so.
Given that the Winchesters, either as a couple or when flying solo, had a habit of taking out creatures way more powerful than they were it seemed a good for me to get out of town for a few months.
Of course I could just leave this part of existence and never look back, but there was still so much more to learn here. Just in this bunker was enough written material to keep me busy for years. Already I felt the need to rewrite the Book of Gothic in a much larger form just so I could carry around a fraction of the knowledge of all things magical the Men of Letters had learned.
Sure some of the stuff here would be usles elsewhere. For example the vampires of this world were different than in other realms so the methods for killing the vampires native to this world wouldn't work on the vampires elsewhere.
Still there were many spells recordered here that should work elsewhere, and I would have a chance to test them. However before leaving I wanted to put the finishing touches on one of my greatest works 'A Planeswalkers Guide to the Multiverse', this book, if it could be called that even after all the editing, had existed until recently as little more than a collection of notes stored on my omni-tool.
Now after getting my hands on a new nice lap top, and having consumed a small lakes worth of coffee I'd finished version 1 of the book. For now it existed only on this laptop, but I was already printing off a copy. I planned to print off several so that I could pay to have it publish in some reality or other.
The Planeswalkers Guide to the Multiverse might be a rather crude book, but it was full of very handy information, like where not go and what do if you found yourself in places people really shouldn't be. It also contained more light hearted stuff, such as where to go to get the best ice cream, that sort of thing.
Version 1 was just that, the first version, I planned to update the book over time, assuming I didn't get too distracted, which was something that often happened to me.
Right now my big distraction was Daenerys Targaryen. I wasn't sure what do to with her, nor was I totally sure why I even cared what happened to her. Sure I'd slept with her a few times, but I'd never really been a big part of her life. Perhaps I was just a foolish and sentimental person.
Well what was I going to do with her? Take her with me while I travelled the multiverse? Possible not very practial given that Planer Gates, even if I got rid of them quickly, were massive and powerful artefacts. Sooner or later some higher power would take notice of them, and try to take one from me.
What I really needed was my old ship back, but I didn't fancy going back to the Nexus just to get one, I might end up stuck in the Labyrinth once more.
No a much more sensible course of action would be visit Atlantis once more and get myself a new Puddle Jumper, one that I hopefully wouldn't crash. Such a craft would be perfect for flying Daenerys and myself across the multiverse.
Puddle Jumpers were small spacecraft created by the Ancients. They were used by the Atlantis expedition for various purposes. Puddle Jumpers feature retractable thrusters that allow them to travel through a Stargate, they came with a cloaking device as well as powerful Drone weapons for those times you really needed to blow something the fuck up.
They were controlled via a neural interface, which allowed a person to piolt the ship via their thoughts, the physical controls were there to give the mind something to focus on. Humans, even anicent ones, were built to manipulate the world around them with their hands so it made sense.
The Jumper would have to be specially modified, as the orginal had been by that Wraith Planeswalker I'd killed oh so many years ago. I still had the desgin stored in my omni-tools databanks. Someone like Rodney Mckay should be able to recreate my old Jumper.
Of course I would need to make it worth the while of the people in charge of Atlantis, but I'd been able to strike a deal with them before.
The hard part would be getting some advanced tech to trade with them. Since I was wizard, if I was any one thing at all, my passion was for all things magical. Sure I made use of advanced tech, but it wasn't something I tended to trade in.
With this in mind I knew I would have to go somewhere I didn't really want go.
It would be best go get this done soon as Daenerys was going to get fed up of this bunker sooner or later, even with the technology she was still learning to use. Besides I wouldn't mind making Planeswalking easier on myself.
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The Pan-Dimesional Market Place.
I hadn't been to his part of the multi-verse in a very long time, and I'd never intended to visit ever again. I did not approve of slavery, or trading in souls, and that was the kind of thing happened here, the slavery mostly. Alas as powerful as I was it was well beyond me to shut this place down.
Sure I could summon a dragon, and other nasty things, but this was a realm full of monsters, deadly aliens, cyborgs, evil mutant creatures, and things I couldn't even label. They were all armed with either advanced weapons or strong magic, sometimes both. None alone were a match for an experience Planeswalker like myself, but unlike them I was by myself.
Plus this place was run by a powerful demon lord known as Simon, which of course wasn't his real name, knowing a demon's name could give you power over them.
I'd never met that demon, but I didn't need to as I could sense and I was sure he could sense me. Another reason to behave while here. The demon had a massive fortress in the centre of this small reality. He was much like much like a spider in his web.
Since there were so many odd looking people here no one paid me any attention. Which was strange because anywhere else I'd certainly get a few looks.
Currently I was wearing Darksteel Plate armour which was totally unbreakable, and when combined with a kintic barrier made for a good defence since I tended to travel to human worlds, and most of those civilizations still thought the crossbow was a new invention.
Aside from that I wore my wolf fur cloak, a gift made for me by Sansa Stark after I'd saved her from a fucked up situation at Kingslanding. At my hip within its scabbard hung my trusty sword Winter's Bane, which made for me by Aegon the Conquerer after I'd brought him back from the dead.
On my hip in its holster was my familar pulse pistol, which I'd never gotten around to formally naming, or if I had I'd forgotten the name. It might have been Mr Shooty.
The Book of Gothic was chained to my side should I need, held in place by magic more than metal.
Everything else was kept safe in my pouch of holding, which held hundreds of items within it, some of which I didn't even remember putting in there. There were a few items that I never took out of my pouch because I couldn't be sure of what they did.
Hidden on my person, I also wore amulets and rings, all of which were enhanced or protected me in some way. I still wore my wedding ring, I wasn't sure why.
As I walked through the many coloured tents, buildings and stalls, while trying to ignore the poor mortals in cages, I spent a moment wondering if I should build such a place as this once I made my own plane of existence, which had always been my long term goal, only without the goblin run bank and the slavery.
I wouldn't mind having a place for people who travelled the multiverse such as myself to come to exchange goods and information. I'd met a few other versions of myself over the years, and none of them were ever really safe, I could provide a haven for them. A mighty Citadel were people like me were able be safe, able to rest, a place were their loved ones would never be in danger.
Plus I could make it super cool, fill it with everything a civilization needed and more. Entertainments and industry would be provided. There would be stores, and a family friendly area for anyone with kids.
Alas creating an entire reality wasn't an easy thing to do. Sure I had some of Lord Ao's note, and he'd created the Forgotten Realms, but the problem was he'd done that back when Planeswalkers had been more powerful.
I simply didn't have the raw power required to create a realm, heck Lord Ao, who was thousands of years old, was having trouble simply keeping his plane intact.
Granted I didn't intend to create anything as diverse or complex as the Forgotten Realms, I just wanted a nice world were people I cared about would be safe, like the Promised Land, a paradise realm, more or less, which was run by an angelic planeswalker.
Perhaps that was the real reason why I was so interested in the Supernatural verse even though until now I realised it. Chuck, aka God would sooner or later either make himself known to me, or I'd run into him. I could seek him out, but I didn't want to upset someone that powerful.
When we did met, and I was sure we would. I'd seek his help in making my own realm, he had to know how to do since he'd made heaven, hell, Earth and other places. Asking him would also be risky, and I had nothing to offer him, but it was worth polilty requesting the information I desired.
As for the raw power required, well that I was why I kept on travelling and learning. It would take time, but through expereince and knowledge I would gain the power I desired. Sure there were easier ways, however I was genre savy enough to know that shortcuts to power always came around and bit you in ass.
After a while I found the business I was looking for, a weapons dealer who specialised in hand held energy weapons. Given how long it had been since I'd last visited Atlantis I was sure they had space ships by now, but even though they'd gotten Mass Effect tech thanks to me I was sure they'd like some hand held energy weapons, and to be sure they'd take the deal I'd pick up a few others things too.
I'd already been to the goblin run bank here in at the Market Place, and I'd added to my account, so now it was just a matter of bartering with the weapons dealer.
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Unnamed Planet. Pegasus Galaxy.
At this point in my life I was a skilled Planeswalker, so I might have been able to travel straight to Atlantis, but I'd acquired the wisdom to know that doing so would be foolish. If I simply appeared in their control room some militry idiot would open fire, and things would progressivly worse.
That was why I'd returned to world were I'd first met the people of the Atlantis expedation, the world that contained the lab of the Wraith Planeswalker.
From here I would dail Atlantis, and then contact them via radio using my omni-tool. However Atlantis might not be on the same planet it had been the last time I'd visited as it was a space ship as well as a city. It might even be on Earth by now.
If it was then I'd have go elsewhere for a means of transport, perhaps the Star Wars KOTOR galaxy. Which would be less than ideal as Puddle Jumpers could go for years without repairs, and had cloaking devices. Star Wars ships needed maintaince and a skilled piolt. I'd have to learn a lot to fly one of their ships.
Perhaps I could rehire Conrad Veers, a human from the Mass Effect verse, who'd travelled with me for a short time before he'd decided to join the people in Atlantis. He'd always wanted to a hero, hopefully he'd gotten the chance, and hadn't gotten himself killed.
While I was in no real rush I had no desire to leave Daenerys alone for too long, the gods only knew what kind of trouble she'd get into if she left the bunker so I dailled Atlantis while hoping that the gate addresses, I'd gotten from the Internet on a world were Stargate was just a TV show, were vaild.
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Control Room. Atlantis.
When the Stargate opened unexpectedly all hands were soon on deck.
"Incoming wormhole!" someone announced.
Colonel Samantha Carter stepped out of her office.
"Raise the shield" she ordered.
None of the teams that were currently offworld were due back for hours. It was possible that one of them had called for orders about a changing situation, or because they needed to come home early for some reason, but Colonel Carter wasn't going to just assume that. It could be some form of attack by the Wraith. Or something she didn't even know about.
"No IDC, but we are getting a radio transmission" one of her underlings reported "Audio only".
"Patch it through" Carter replied.
A moment later a link was made.
"This is Colonel Samantha Carter" she said over the radio "Who is this?".
There was a pause, as if the person on the other end needed a second or two to gather their thoughts.
"We've never met, but I should be known to somebody there" was the reply "My name is Gothic, and I'm here to offer a trade. Is Conrad Veers still with you, he'll vouch for me".
Both of the names meant something to Colonel Carter, but she couldn't be sure, maybe they were in some old reports. She typed both of the names into a search engine and soon had the info she needed.
"Conrad Veers died a few years ago" Carter informed the voice on the other end of the radio transmission.
There was barely heard sigh.
"Well if Elizabeth Weir is no longer in charge then talk to Shepard or Mckay. I'm sure one of them remember how much effort I went through to help you. I want to make a trade this time that I'm sure will benfit you".
Carter skimmed one of the reports she'd brought up, and soon realised that this was the man who'd brought them quite a bit of technology some years ago. Another deal might be acceptable.
"I know you won't lower the shield" the voice was now saying "But if you send a team to come get me I will surrender to them".
After some thought Carter decided it was worth the risk.
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Unnamed Planet. Pegasus Galaxy.
I wasn't left waiting for long, in less than a quarter of an hour, Colonel Shepard and a lot of his soilders came through the gate. They didn't point their weapons at me, but they were very heavily armed. Which seemed odd since the less time they'd seen me I'd been helping them.
Perhaps they were worried I'd be upset about Conrad's death. Granted I was a little sad about that, but hardly surprised or angry. I'd known that there was a very high chance that he'd get himself killed doing something stupid and heroic.
I soon noticed that these SG team were strangly equipped they wore body armour, similar to what could be found worn on Mass Effect System Alliance Marines, but it only covered parts of their bodies, showing the fabric of their uniforms.
Also they carried firearms. Not P-90s or any gun I was familar with, they somewhat looked like Mass Effect weapons, only not. They must have back enginnered and made their own versions of the tech. Good for them.
"What's in he bag" their leader asked to know.
I dropped my duffle bag at the feet of Colonel Shepard and he glanced down at it.
"Just some stuff that might interest you" I told him "Hand held energy weapons of different makes, some portable scanners, small power cells, and a lightsaber".
That last one made Shepard pause.
"A lightsabre?" he wondered.
Indeed even those could be brought for the right price, and they worked too, although since I lacked the abilties of a force user I would never use those laser sword. I was more likley to take my own arm off and then kill anyone else with such a weapon. However every real Star Wars fan, which included Colonel Shepard would risk losing their arm just to hold a real lightsabre.
"Yes" I confirmed "I need a new puddle jumper, equipped and modifed like the last one I had. Should be a fair trade".
They couldn't just install the special sheild generator on a jumper and let me go on my way. The jumper would need to be altered so that people without the anicent gene could control the ship. Plus I'd need my new ship to fill with some weapons, medical supplies, rations and other stuff.
"So not a social call then" Shepard commented.
I shook my head.
"No this is business" I said next "And this is well worth it. One jumper for tech from all over the multiverse".
Shepard was looking in the bag, and considering it.
"I'll have to clear it with my bosses" he told me "And Mckay will have check this stuff out, but yeah I'll give the trade my support".
So far so good.
"Well am I cleared to come to Atlantis?" I asked "It wouldn't be my first visit".
They took my weapons, well the sword and the gun, I had other means of killing they couldn't remove, and then I was taken through the gate.
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Lab. Atlantis.
Carter and Shepard made their way into Mckay's lab and were unsurpised to find he doctor already playing about with some of the tech. Shepard himself was itching to try the lightsabre so he totally understand why Mckay didn't even notice them entering the lab.
"Mckay anything to report?" Carter asked.
As the led sceicist it was up to Rodney to decide if the technology was worth the trade. So far things were looking good.
"Well I've lonly had time to examine a few of the stuff our friend brought us, but I'd say yeah" Mckay told his superior "But if you want to ask him for more...".
Shepard though that this was a bad idea.
"I'd advise against annoying a space wizard" he said.
Rodney sighed.
"He's not a wizard" Mckay argued "There's no such thing as magic. He's an ascended being who retook human form simple as that".
Which actually true, just not in the way Rodeny thought.
"Don't even start you two" Carter ordered.
Thankfully they didn't, the debate was an old one.
"He did alright by us last time" Shepard was now saying "A lot of the stuff we use on mission now we have because of Gothic".
This was also true, they hadn't just gotten samples of tech the last time, they'd gotten the science behind Mass Effect too. However since Element Zero didn't exist in this universe, they'd had to come with their own versions of the tech that weren't as good as the real stuff, but still decades ahead of Earth tech, and a lot easier to replicate than Anicent technology.
"So let's take he deal" Shepard went on to say "Give him the Jumper. Shouldn't take you to long to all the modifactions".
Rodeny soon realised that he now had a boat load of work heading his way.
"But I need to sort out all this stuff" he protest.
"Its not ours until we hold up our end of the bargin" John countered.
Carter cut in.
"What about the security risk?" she asked in concern "We are talking about handing over a ship that could be used against".
Shepard wasn't worried.
"If he was threat he wouldn't have given us so many weapons" John pointed out "You don't arm people you might have to fight".
That made sense.
"Okay we'll take the deal" decided Carter "Hopefully the IOA won't chew me out for this".
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Diagon Alley. The Wizarding World.
The test fight for my new Puddle Jumper had gone well, and once I was ready I'd brought Daenerys to this world to see if she could use a wand, as it turned out she could (hers was ash and dragon heartstring) which surprised me as I hadn't thought she was a proper witch. Then again even for a Targaryen she'd always been special.
While in Westeros I'd read about the dragonlords, whom the Targaryen's were desended from. The dragonlords of old were suppose to have used binding spells and magical horns to control their dragons, and they used dragonflame to reshape stone. If true this hinted that the dragonlords had been a socity of powerful magic users.
From what I was able to tell that anicent power had resurfaced within Daenerys. Perhaps this was why she didn't seem as freaked out by the Wizarding World as I'd expected. She was after all the product of a magical race of humans, just as the people around us now were.
Or it could be that she rapidly adpating to her new lifestyle, after all she had gone through many changes in her life. She'd been a horse lord's wife, a conquerer, ruler of a city, then the queen of some of the seven kingdoms, before becoming a prisioner while losing her dragons, and finally a traveller of the multiverse. Honestly I should be more surprised that she hadn't gone totally bonkers.
"We should visit the book store, your Grace" I said to Daenerys as we walked down the alley "I can teach you a lot about wand magic, but I never got a proper education using them so books will help".
As I turned to face the Mother of Dragon she smiled at me.
"You might as well call me Dany" she offered "I'm not a queen anymore, and the Targaryens will die with me".
It took me a moment to understand what that meant. She'd been cursed in some way. She quickly told me of the events about Mirri Maz Duur, a Lhazareen godswife who had been enslaved by the khalasar led by Drogo. She'd treated Kharl Drogo for a small wound he took during the sack of her village. He became gravely unwell and Duur convinced his wife Daenerys Targaryen to let her use blood magic, promising to save his life.
Duur left Drogo in a vegetative state and took the blood price of Daenerys' unborn child in vengeance for the attack on her people. She was later burned to death on Drogo's funeral pyre because it was ordered so by Daenerys.
Not how would have handled things, I'd just shot the bitch, but I didn't blame Dany as she had lost a husband and child. I'd lost two wives so I sort of understood her pain.
"Just a minor curse by a hedge witch" I said "Easily fixed".
It might take some effort by me, as blood magic was powerful stuff, but enough white mana focused on her womb should do the trick, and if it didn't well there were better healers than myself out there.
"So I might still have children?" she asked.
I nodded my head.
"With you?" was her next question.
I avoided answering that.
"Oh look a bookstore" I said.
I headed in before any further discussion could be made on that subject.
The first thing I picked up were The Standard Book of Spells a collection of books written by Miranda Goshawk for a variety of subjects at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The series includes seven books, apparently for each year at Hogwarts. These would make great teaching tools for Dany's magical education, and I was sure there were plenty of spells I could learn too.
Next I picked up Achievements in Charming, Quintessence: A Quest,
Unfogging the Future, since Dany had prophetic dreams of sorts,
Magical Drafts and Potions, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection, a copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration, as well as a few others.
This many books weighed a bit and they would be a bitch to carry, making me very grateful for the fact that I gotten Dany her own pouch of holding, and that I'd been able to free up space in pouch by selling some stuff and storing some other stuff inside the Men of Letters Bunker.
However despite that getting the books to counter was a bit of a chore, Dany was looking around and didn't come over to help me, also my view was partly blocked so it wasn't until I got the books to the counter that I saw who was standing behind it.
"Professor!" Hermonine Granger almost yelled.
I looked around for a moment.
"Oh you mean me" I then realised.
I'd forgotten that I used to teach her. I not been at Hogwarts for very long.
"Hello Miss Granger" I then said "You're working here?".
That seemed odd considering her school grades and how clever she was.
"Yes, sir" she replied "Its not much, but it pays the rent".
Well she liked books, but still she could do better than this.
"Let me guess you left school after being a prefect, head girl and getting record breaking test scores, only to find out that muggleborns can't get any decent jobs" I said.
She didn't reply, but I figured that since I'd ended Voldemort's second regin of terror before most people even knew he was back, that meant this version of Granger had never fought him, and as such never become famous, plus even though I'd indirectly slaughtered a whole group of Death Eaters, the pure blood bigotry would still be going strong here. Hence why the brightest witch of her age was doing a min wage job.
"Well that sucks" I went on to say "I'll take these books please".
She started to process my purchases, and then suddenly stopped.
"Hold on weren't you prision?" she asked "I heard that you were part of the big breakout".
Well that was partly true.
"The Death Eaters took me with them when they broke everyone else out" I told my former student "They wanted to recruit me, I used all the black mana my mox diamounds had gathered while I was locked up to unless a powerful dark creature, or at least the idea of one, and it killed them and Voldemort. Then I went back to travelling to different dimensions".
I saw no reason to lie to her about that.
"Oh" was all she had to say about that.
To be fair even as someone as smart as her was going to need time to process what I'd just spoke about. While she was thinking I paid for my books. I then had an idea.
"If you ever want a better job I could do with someone to tutor a friend of mine in your kind of magic" I offered "You'd get to see the multiverse and learn new magic. I have a whole bunker full of books and files that need to be read".
She didn't answer this either so I got moving.
"My ship is parked on the roof of an office building across the street from the Leaky Cauldron" I informed the young witch "I'll give you an hour to decide if you want to come with us or not. Don't worry about packing I can provide everything you need".
This would free me up from having to teach Dany myself, and give her another woman to talk to. Plus Granger would be tempted by the promise of knowledge she could acquire. Plus it worked for Doctor Who, if he could pick up random girls and take them on adventures then I could too.
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London. Muggle World.
Hermoine Granger appeared on the roof of the office block less than five before the deadline, given that she'd changed her clothes and had packed a trunk my thinking was that she hadn't needed much time to think, and had in fact only taken this long to get here because she'd wanted to be organised. I'd also suspected that I a bunch of Aurors, dark wizard catchers, might appear suddenly, but that was why I kept the ship cloaked.
"Behind you" I said, while stepping out of the ship.
From her angle it must have looked as if I'd appeared from nowhere, but this wasn't so odd considering that we could both teleport.
With a click of my fingers, which was totally uneeded as the ship could easily be thought controlled by a strong enough mine, I made the Puddle Jumper uncloak.
"This is my space ship" I said to Miss Granger "With this and my magical powers I can go anywhere I want".
More or less. I did have limits.
"There's a whole multiverse out there" I was now saying "and if you'd like to see some of it all you have to do is follow me".
She didn't.
"No offense proffesor" she said "But I don't understand what you mean by multiverse".
I smiled.
"There are many different dimesions out there" I told her "And many different worlds, some are what might call science fiction, others are worlds full of magic. I'm inviting you to travel with me and see at least some of them. Or you can go back to a dead end job. The choice is yours. I'm leaving now, so make your mind up".
She followed me. I knew she would. If nothing she was curoius, and her school house wasn't for those of faint heart.