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Thursday, January 23, 2014

Insert Comedic Attempts at Theft Here

Take 1, Action!

Tyler crawled through a ventilation duct surprisingly fast, possibly due to the half a dozen land piranhas flying after him.

"Where did Adrian even get land piranhas?" Tyler wondered. "It's like he actually believes that the mere fact of him buying the cookies somehow makes them his property!" He dropped out of the duct, landing on a hard stone floor.

"Tell me about it," Drake responded. For his part, the armored Agent had been running from a large, angry, and unfortunately air-breathing flying shark. "You've got a plan, right?"

"The cookies are right ahead, Adrian put up proximity mines… yes, I have a plan."

"Good, because the cookies are maybe twenty feet away."

"I kno- wait, what?" Tyler turned forward. Sure enough, the cookies (mounted as always on a large stone pedestal) were looming out of the corridor. "Drake!"

"Yeah?"

"JUMP!"

Both Drake and Tyler leapt into the air, soaring majestically over the pedestal. The piranhas (and shark), meanwhile, crashed into it head-on. The resulting explosion was painful-

"And tasty!" Tyler swallowed one of the nicely roasted piranha.

"Don't forget what we came here for," Drake reminded.

"Right." Tyler reached for the cookies. Unfortunately, as he did so, his hand broke a razor-thin string. "What?"

Don't ever interrupt me again.

"Now that's just disproportion-"

Tyler was interrupted by a spear stabbing right next to his right foot. "GAH!" Another whizzed past his ear.

"Slicing Gale!" Drake shouted. Bursts of wind energy sliced through a spear, shattered one of the launchers, and buried itself in the pedestal.

"Drake, watch out for the cookies!" Tyler threw a burst of energy at a launcher, smashing it.

Drake nodded, before ripping out one of the launchers and jamming it into the barrel of another.

"How is that even physically possible?" Tyler ducked a spear, and blasted a launcher into powder with a handful of explosives.

"Just go with it!" Drake shot back. "Storm Punch!" He rammed a fist into a launcher, and the metal crumpled under the force of the blow.

"Random Blast of Magic that Shouldn't Have a Name But I Wanted it to So it Does!" Tyler blasted the last launcher into oblivion.

"You're mocking me, aren't you?"

"Naturally." Tyler grabbed the plate of cookies, popping on into his mouth. "Delicious."

"Um, Tyler?"

"Whf?"

"What's that noise?"

Tyler swallowed his cookie and cocked his head to one side. His eyes widened as he heard the familiar sound of a Plothole opening, and they got even wider as he saw a disturbingly familiar orange glow cast onto the pedestal. "RUN!"

Both Drake and Tyler sprinted away as a huge stream of magma flowed from the Plothole, flooding after the duo.

They darted through the Dart Hall.

They shot through the Turret Chamber.

They ran through the Room of Sentient Death Stockings.

With the lava close behind, Tyler and Drake cleared the Corridor of Flying Axe-Spiders, and leapt out into the Library proper, slamming a door behind them.

"No cookies?" Drake asked.

"No cookies," Tyler sighed.

XXX

Take 2, Action!

"So you're sure the cookies are this way?" Tyler asked. He and Drake were walking down a long corridor.

"Of course," Drake replied. "They're always there."

"Good." The pair reached a pit trap. "We're splitting up here?"

"Yeah. You go on ahead to collect the cookies, I stay here to unlock the door afterward."

Tyler hopped over the pit. Immediately, a huge wall crashed down, cutting him off from Drake. After reaching the cookies, the smaller Agent pulled out his communicator. "I'm in. The cookies are on a pedestal."

"Cool. You see the big red button?"

"Yup." Tyler pushed it.

"Don't push it."

Tyler paled. "Um… are you sure you said, 'Don't push the big red button?"

"Yes."

"Time to go." Tyler went. By the time he had reached the wall, Drake had it open, and the two sprinted to freedom as the corridor exploded.

"So, did you get the cookies?" Drake asked. Tyler froze, dropping to his knees.

"No… NOOOOO!"

XXX

Take 3, Action!

Tyler was getting closer. He could feel it. One more corner…

Yes! There were the cookies! There was their fragrance, sugar and chocolate and butter and milk! There was the LPMC airlifting them out!

…Wait, what?

"Hey, come back! I was here first!" Tyler was too late, as the LPMC vanished into an air duct. He shot an energy bolt after them, but missed.

"Drat."

Presumably to add insult to injury (or injury to insult as the case may be), Tyler managed to trigger a trap, and was promptly glued to a wall by a blast of ABC bubble gum.

"Damn it!"

By the time Tyler had burned his way out of the gum, the LPMC were long gone.

XXX

Take 4, Action!

"So, if I aim the catapult here, the force of the rock striking the pressure plate should be enough to trigger the net. After the net goes off, two metal arms will impale it. I'll run across the arms to avoid the acid pit, disable the swinging blades, drop down to turn off the forcefield, jump back onto the arms before the chloroform geysers trigger, and get my rope. After the lasers go off, I'll snare the cookies with the rope, and make my getaway!"

With his plan thus made, Tyler proceeded into the usual corridor, avoiding each trap with skill born of around a year of practice. As the last laser went off, Tyler snagged the cookies with the rope, and began reeling them in.

"Closer… closer…"

A rocket launcher emerged from the wall, blasting the cookies into crumbs.

"DAMN IT!"

XXX

Takes 5 through 10, Action!

Tyler was launched out of the corridor by a spring bigger than the season….

XXX

A trap released a swarm of scorpions, forcing Tyler to flee.

XXX

A vacuum yanked Tyler into it, spitting him out inside a kitchen. Rhia's kitchen.

XXX

Tyler dashed up the arm of the robot, leaping onto its chest and slashing through its neck.

"Heads…" Tyler backflipped onto the ground, kicking the robot's head into the ceiling, where it was crushed in a manner reminiscent of that of a pancake. "UP!"

From outside of the corridor, Tyler heard something that made his blood run cold. It was the words, "I heard that!" spoken as if by a large, irritable, stick of wood.

"Oh no….."

Nobody was particularly surprised when, an hour later, Tyler was found lying unconscious on the floor of the main room, his limbs and extremities having been tied together with astonishing disregard for the actual alignment of his bones.

XXX

Tyler was in a very good mood. Following his recovery from Shirley's attack (which had taken over a week), he had gone back through the corridor, this time avoiding each and every trap. Finally, he had obtained the cookies. He picked them up, gingerly avoiding the nuclear acid-spitting beetle trap, and carefully walked out of the corridor. Thus liberated, Tyler proudly held the cookies over his head, triumph on every inch of his face. "I did it!"

"I'll take those."

"Huh?" Tyler spun around in time to witness Adrian calmly eating a cookie. "Thanks Tyler. I really wasn't looking forward to going through those traps myself." He walked off, carrying the cookies.

Tyler's jaw dropped.

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Insert The Original Indestructible Captain Here (part 4 of 5)

"What's wrong?" The figure asked, stepping out of the shadows where his brown hair was visible to all who cared to look. Drake's reaction was understandable, and immediate.

"Storm Spear!" he cried, thrusting his weapon into the flesh of Dave's left arm. Dave cried out and staggered backwards in pain.

"What the...!"

"Oh not again!" Claire said, arriving at Michael's shoulder at this point, arm blades materialising.

Michael stopped her and told her to go and check Tash. Something was wrong here.

Dave's eyes were no longer blank, but alive, burning with anger, and struggling to focus on Drake in the absence of his glasses. He was fumbling for an axe that Tash had knocked away from him half an hour before, just as confused as they were.

"Look, sorry I lost it with you Drake, but that was a bit far wasn't it?"

The armoured agent looked at Michael out of the corner of his eye, keeping Dave covered with his raised spear all the time. He could tell something was up. Michael cast his eye over the group still struggling to extract themselves from the ground. Exactly who did they have if this situation turned ugly?

Claire, Miri, Drake, Akai, Karrisa, Captains Scarlet and Blue, Lily, Avak, Shirley and Ben, and Asuka of course.

"She's out cold, but alive." Claire piped up. "What did he do to her?"

"Probably saved her life..." Michael answered.

"You sound surprised at that fact Mr Chief Agent, Sir." Dave retorted. "Is this because I tried to save those Sues instead of leaving them to die? Where are they anyway?" he asked suspiciously.

"You don't remember?" Claire asked, incredulously.

"I try to do a good thing," Dave went on as if he hadn't heard her, "and the next thing I know I'm being set upon like you've been waiting for the excuse all week."

This statement, together with his tone, brought Asuka's accusations back to Michael's mind.

"Dave, look at your arm." said Miri gently.

"Why, wha..." Dave stopped, only now realising that the injury Drake had given him wasn't hurting any more. He moved his arm around experimentally, and the penny seemed to drop. He looked down at Asuka.

"How do I look to you?"

The Luxray shook her head, her eyes full of tears.

"She's already had to kill you once..." Claire said. Dave was silent for a few moments.

"That explains a lot..." he muttered, his face beginning to drain of colour.

"Captain Scarlet?" Blue said quietly. Scarlet cocked his head and looked at Dave curiously.

"Its strange..." he replied. "There's a Mysteron presence about him all right... but it's not overwhelming. I'm not sweating or anything... I can ignore it..."

"Has this happened before?" Ben asked.

Scarlet shrugged. "I've never met anyone that's been through the same set of circumstances as I have before, so I couldn't tell you for sure what that feels like."

"Seems a little bit convenient..." Drake said. Dave, who had now sat down on a nearby barrel to collect his thoughts, looked up at him incredulously.

"The same could be said of Adrian's return, but I don't hear you complaining about that!" he said.

"Hey come on now, he's disorientated." Michael put in, "He's just had... well, a traumatic experience, shall we say... Can we get through to the library and update them on this?"

Everyone checked their communicators, which still weren't working. Neither were the plothole generators, so with Tash out cold they were completely cut off.

"Wouldn't whoever's on monitor duty notice us standing around talking to someone who's supposed to be dead?" Lily asked.

oooo

"What happened?" Harriet asked, just back from the medical wing and the psychic paper into another problem.

"I don't know." Gareth replied, thumping the snow-screened monitor in frustration. "Audio and visual feed from the Captain Scarlet fandom just cut a few minutes ago. No explanation."

"I've still got most of the life-signs though." Stacey said, "For the moment at least. It's hard to keep locked on to them, I keep losing one or two people temporarily..."

"Is Adrian likely to be back any time soon?"

"I think he's winning." Gareth said, "Slowly though..."

"We'll get you in Harriet." Emily said, hugging her guardian briefly, before vanishing under the portal control panel again. Harriet smiled at her charge's feet, then spoke into the microphone.

"All agents not on monitor or basement duty in the next four hours are to report to the training room, equipped to deploy for a priority one mission at a moment's notice," she said, reasonably sure that the training room was directly across from the monitor room today. "I don't care if you're usually asleep at this hour. This is a matter of pride, dignity and most importantly, revenge. I'm leading this one, and I need all of you!"

Land of Hope and Glory abruptly began to play over the speakers, causing everyone in the monitor room to look at Phoenixia. The ex-hologram grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, couldn't resist."

oooo

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday." said the voice in Lieutenant Green's ears. "This is Charlie Oscar Six Five. Suffering fuel leak. Due to nature of cargo we must land immediately. Ditching is not, repeat, not an option."

The officer from Trinidad turned to his superior and advised him of the situation. Colonel White, former British Navy and U.S.S veteran, was extremely wary.

"I think we've been here before Lieutenant." He said. "It wouldn't be the first time the Mysterons have tried to crash an aircraft into Cloudbase. Run a full check on it's aircraft registry, and tell Captain Ochre to focus a long-range Mysteron detector on it."

He turned to the microphone on his desk. "Charlie Oscar Six Five, this is Spectrum Cloudbase. Please state your registry and cargo."

"Roger Spectrum. 356 Yankee, Papa, Echo." The woman paused momentarily before continuing. "Regret unable to disclose nature of classified cargo..."

"Colonel," Green reported, "356YPE identifies as a World Military transport aircraft, recently assigned to Project Depthprobe."

White frowned, and manipulated a few switches on his console. "Charlie Oscar Six Five, frequency is now secure. Your connection to Project Depthprobe is known to us. This suggests that your cargo is Pentatholium fuel. Please confirm."

"Confirmed Spectrum." The woman replied, sounding relieved. "I'm flying a bomb here."

Both Green and White abruptly had a vision of the beautiful pilot (She had to be with a voice like that) going up in a fireball large enough to destroy an area of land the size of Arizona...

"Ochre to Colonel White. Detector confirms the aircraft is not, repeat not composed of Mysteronised materials."

White let out his breath, unaware he had been holding it. Disregarding the possibility that the pilot could in fact be a Mysteron agent, he gave his clearance for the aircraft to land.

oooo

"Too easy." Mesha complained, yawning as the aircraft was caught in Cloudbase's Spectrafan for landing.

Captain Black turned to the black uniformed clones behind them in the fuselage. "You all know your appointed tasks. Cloudbase will be secured."

"Those Mysteron instructions will be carried out..." four-score throats replied.

oooo

"Still nothing?" Michael asked Karrisa, who was slowly working through all the tricks she could remember Charis teaching her about getting a signal in difficult circumstances. The answer was a negative.

"I've still got one idea..." Karrisa said, "Has anyone got a Slinky?"

The sheer ridiculousness of that question hung in the air for a full ten seconds. "Right. In that case, we're stuck."

"I'm still worried about Tash, Baby." said Claire. "If we can't get her back to the library, we should find a hospital that won't ask too many questions about her wings." They'd put the unconscious Society Leader in the recovery position, but she showed no signs of waking any time soon. This meant that she wouldn't be able to retract her wings and hide them.

"I'll try and get in touch with Doctor Fawn on Cloudbase." Scarlet said, folding his mouth-mic down from the peak of his cap. Blue did the same.

"Captain Blue to Captain Buff, can you arrange an MSV to rendezvous with us here and take us to the airfield please?"

"Better make that two."

All eyes turned to Dave.

"One leader in each. I mean, tough as MSV's are, it would only take one lucky shot to decapitate the society otherwise..." he stopped. Blue considered this, and amended the instruction accordingly.

"You say that like there's an attack coming." Shirley said suspiciously. "Do you know something we don't?"

"The Square root to the power of twenty nine of the trigonometric amplitude of Eighty seven, divided by the quantitative hydraxis of nine hundred and fifty six to the power of seventy seven is forty five thousand, nine hundred and sixty nine." Dave replied, irritably. "Bet you didn't know that!"

"Captain Scarlet to Cloudbase!" Scarlet repeated, for the third time. "Lieutenant Green please respond."

"I'm sure that's right..." Miri said, in a tone that said otherwise. "But given you were trying to kill us earlier, it just looks a bit weird for you to be giving us advice."

"Scarlet to Captain Ochre." Scarlet said into his com-link. "Ochre, Magenta. Can anyone on Cloudbase hear me?"

"Fair point," Dave conceded. "But I can't have been trying very hard. You're all still here!"

"Adam? I think my long range receiver is playing up. Can you get through to Cloudbase?"

Drake actually sniggered at this. "Dave you're hardly badass, no offence."

"I don't need to be." Dave replied. "I'm smart. Look at Mesha for example. She wouldn't last long against the society en masse, so she resorts to using clone soldiers. If I wanted to bring the society down-"

"Captain Blue to Symphony Angel?" Blue said, growing frustrated with the link himself. "Damn, nothing!" This exclamation caught everyone's attention.

"What's the problem?" Michael asked him, a grim foreboding beginning to form in the pit of his stomach.

"We can't raise Cloudbase. They're receiving, just not answering."

"I've just had a nasty thought..." Lily said quietly.

"Explain." Michael replied

"One: We were open targets, and yet Lina goes for Tash? She was trying to cut us off, not kill us. Two: If Harriet still thinks Dave is dead, she'll lead the society into the fandom to get revenge on Mesha. Three: We know that half the clones Dave and Scarlet saw in the tunnels are missing..." She trailed off.

"She'll walk right into a trap!" Michael said, starting to go pale.

oooo

On emerging from the Plothole, Harriet's team of society agents found themselves on a tennis court. The distinct vibration of engines under their feet however, betrayed the fact that they were several miles up in the air on board the Spectrum headquarters craft. Not that they had much time to notice this...

"We've been waiting for you, Society Ants!" said a voice. "Don't try to resist."

They were surrounded by classic Primeval cleaners. However, where the clones at the mine had been equipped with seemingly random weapons, these ones were completely standardised. Each one had a full set of Kevlar body armour, and was armed with a Star Trek Compression rifle. The exceptions to this were five Grey-scaled humanoids that were each wielding a different Space Marine heavy weapon from the Warhammer 40,000 Fandom. Ossa instantly recognised these as Jem'hadar.

"Tut tut." said Mesha, "You are so predictable Marlow. Any affront to your pride and you gather as many of your little crusaders as you can, and come to make me pay for it."

"You-" Harriet began. The whine of a Plasma Cannon charging up cut her off.

"Ah ah ah. I do the talking here." Said Mesha sweetly, gesturing for the Reptile-skinned humanoid to stand down. "I knew you would find the loophole in the interference sooner or later, and just so you know it's shut for good now. Now drop your weapons and surrender. No matter how good some of you are, any resistance and most of you will die."

Harriet looked over her team. She silently cursed herself for leaving Kyle behind. The Heaven and Earth Worldly Secret Art would be just the thing they needed right now. But of course at the time she'd been persuaded that they needed a more powerful agent like him back at the library to deal with any other high-level Sues that turned up, and since Mesha was only level 5 anyway, she hadn't thought it necessary.

Leaving Marcus in charge, and most of those who had seen combat already to recover, she had taken Ossa, Aimee, Jamie, Phoenixia, Ingrid, Wille, Rhia, Pete, Tom...Hold on a minute...

Harriet sighed with the appearance of resignation, and told them to put their weapons down, hoping that the two they were missing had at least ended up in the same fandom.

oooo

She did not panic.

As Dianne Simms, she was one of the best pilots in the world. As Rhapsody Angel, she was part of the most deadly air-combat fighting force of the Twenty-First century. Anyone who thought that the only five women in senior Spectrum positions were solely decorative would be in for a shock if they found themselves in an air battle with them.

Fortunate enough to be in the Angel Aircraft maintenance bay when the clone troopers moved to secure Cloudbase, she had swiftly disabled the man sent to apprehend her with a handy wrench, and taken stock of her options.

She had considered returning to the Amber Room to try and gain an aircraft to escape the base.

Considered, and rejected. It was predictable, and more to the point, impossible, as the order to launch Angels had to come from the now occupied bridge.

She was in the process of finding a pressure suit and parachute to carry out her back up plan, when something struck her in the back. Hard.

Too highly trained not to be aware of her assailant a split second before he struck, she rolled to her feet with the momentum of her fall, ready to drive a bullet from her pistol into him, only to find that there was no-one there.

Instead of wasting bullets with speculative fire, Rhapsody swung the large wrench in her other hand. Feeling it glance off something, she aimed carefully, and was rewarded with a grunt of pain, and a grey shoulder, swiftly fading back into visibility, connecting with her abdomen.

Winded, the pilot collapsed to the floor, giving her a good view of her attacker. Ignoring his wound completely, the Jem'hadar Scout trooper lifted a pistol of an unfamiliar design from his belt, raising it as if to fire.

At this point, she was given a spectacular reprieve by two women who looked to be in their mid-twenties falling out of mid-air on top of him.

"Ali, get off me..." Louise mumbled through her companion's cloak.

"Yes mother." Alice looked up and saw Rhapsody, and grinned. "Hi, can I glomp you?"

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" the Angel asked.

"Where's our team, and why am I lying on top of a Jem'hadar?" Louise added, looking around.

"Wa-hey." said Alice.

A pair of running feet forestalled any further conversation, as a cleaner clone rounded the corner and raised his weapon. Rhapsody cracked off a shot to his head from where she lay, which fouled his aim and made him stumble. Alice took advantage of the opportunity to stab him with her power sword. The replicant duly went down like a sack of spuds.

"Lets compare notes later..." Rhapsody said, pragmatically.

oooo

"Great." Marcus snapped, "Now we've lost all contact."

"I've got a light at the end of the tunnel for you." Emily said. "If these readings are right, most of the interference is being transmitted from outside the Captain Scarlet fandom. If we can deal with that bit, we should be able to punch through the rest."

"Where?" The acting Society Leader still had a headache from combat in the fandom earlier, and it was bothering him.

"Still looking..."

"Just let me at it." Stacy said, although the subtle change in facial expression and pitch of her voice suggested the words were Ezra's.

"This is beginning to look like a divide and conquer strategy." Kyle surmised.

Marcus had worked this out already, but bit back his response and settled for nodding instead.

"It's not as if we have a lot of choice..." he sighed at last.

oooo

"Bit cramped in here..." Ingrid commented. All the Spectrum commanders, together with the society team (minus Alice, Louise and Rhapsody of course) had been crammed into Cloudbase's brig. Harriet however had been taken somewhere else, for heaven knew what purpose. They had room to stand up, but only just.

"It wasn't designed for this." Colonel White confirmed.

"I don't know." said Phoenixia, smiling, "It could be worse." Given that she had Destiny Angel crammed in next to her on one side and Captain Grey on the other...

Before anyone could come up with a suitable response, the door to the brig opened, and Captain Black walked in. He stood between the closing outer door and the clear plastic cell wall, regarding them coolly.

"Who is in authority among your team of... agents?" he asked at last, through the intercom.

"I... guess that's me..." said Phoenixia, squeezing through to the wall. No one objected.

"Then it is you I would address."

"I hope I heard you right!" she replied, grinning. Black frowned slightly.

"Look, what is going on here?" White asked, his patience frayed thin. Black looked at him.

"You claim, Colonel White, that Spectrum destroyed the Martian city of the Mysterons because the scanning devices employed against the MEV bore a loose resemblance to the weapon emplacements of your own military bases. In the same way, Miss Yana claims to be persecuted by this society because she in turn bears a loose resemblance to an atypically mad member of her kind by the name of Willowe Foxblade.

"Furthermore, she charges Harriet Marlow with the creation of the aforementioned individual, with the intent of starting the conflict between these two factions, so that her society could then proceed with their purpose of annihilating all members of her kind, regardless of affiliation."

There was a moments silence. Then every member of the society present simultaneously expressed their belief that this was untrue in a variety of different manners, none of which are suitable for description here. Phoenixia eventually restored a semblance of order.

"Oh..." White said, "I see..."

"Her case then, is a half truth?" Black put to Phoenixia.

"It's complicated." She replied. "Harriet did create Willowe, but... well that's a long story... The point is that Mesha has the power to manipulate and control the world around her to the point it causes, to use a late colleague's words, severe nausea for everyone."

Black thought for a few moments.

"I did think it odd that the non-commissioned personnel of Cloudbase accepted her presence without question..." he frowned. "Thinking upon it, the orders of the Mysterons have been... atypical since her arrival... Her intentions are incompatible with those of the Mysterons, this much is clear." It seemed that the copyright had finally overcome the Archangel necklace.

"Then you'll help us?"

Black fixed Rhia with a stern glare. "I cannot defy the Mysterons, who instructed me to serve her."

"But you can reinterpret her orders..." said White, shrewdly.

"I did not say that." Black's face briefly showed a slight smile. "I can tell you three things. Firstly; Harriet Marlow is in some discomfort, but alive. She will likely continue to be so at least until Cloudbase reaches its new position. Where this is, I do not know, but appears to be somewhere in Europe.

"Second; Rhapsody Angel is still at large, and unless she has encountered the device that was utilised at the mine to split me into two beings, the aftermath of her attacks suggest she has assistance."

"That'll be Alice and Louise." Ossa muttered.

"You won't tell her this?" Lieutenant Green queried.

"I have been instructed to disturb her only with news of Rhapsody's capture." Black replied. "Third; the word "Utopia" may be of some use to you..."

Phoenixia nodded slowly. Black turned to leave.

"Perhaps after this we can conduct negotiations between us and the Mysterons in good faith." Colonel White said. Black paused.

"Perhaps. But I would not count upon it..." He struggled with his next sentence. "Good Luck, Earthmen..."

He left the room.

oooo

"According to Stansted control," Captain Buff reported, "Cloudbase has gone into a long, slow decent. They predict it will reach 2,000 metres at some point over southern England. Repeated attempts at communication have been ignored."

"Did you tell them it's been captured?" Blue asked. Buff shook his head.

"Didn't want to panic them. I told them to divert traffic around it, and stand by for further instructions."

Scarlet frowned at the map showing the carrier's course. "If I knew no better, I'd say Mesha was planning to bomb my home town..."

Michael smiled without humour. "Given the number of society members with some connection to Winchester, that wouldn't surprise me... On the other hand, Stonehenge is also on this route, and for reasons I can't go into, that's just as tempting a target." He looked up at Scarlet. "Dave tells me you've recaptured it from the Mysterons before..."

"With a lot of trained personnel, yes. With Blue, Myself, Buff and the rest of you... Unlikely to say the least..."

"What would it take to disable it?" Claire asked. The three Spectrum Captains looked at her like she had gone mad.

"Do you have four nuclear bombs in your pocket?" Blue asked.

"We don't, but Ben does." Michael said, sticking up for her.

Blue laughed humourlessly, taking this for a joke. Scarlet, who had seen Ben in battle, just looked soberly at them.

"Cloudbase is built to take punishment. Once, a fuel tanker exploded on the deck. She crash-dived into the ocean to put out the fire, surfaced and took off again. All inside of an hour." he said, with a note of bitter pride that this had become such a stumbling block. "Everything that moves within 500 miles, be it children's kite or spacecraft is tracked, and any hostile craft will be shot down by the missile racks."

"Right..." Michael replied.

Claire looked over at where Dave was sitting. "Keep your thinking cap on baby, I'll just try something..."

She walked over to the depressed society agent. Asuka sat next to him, her head against his leg, trying to impart some comfort to him.

"Dave, I need to know something about this fandom." she said.

"What mortal draws me back by these weary ways?" Dave replied, in a grim attempt to be funny. "Long have I been dead..."

"Sorry?"

"You're right. Norse prophetess I'm not..."

"Nor are you dead!"

Dave looked up at Claire. "I hate to disappoint you, but do you see that pile of stones over there?" he asked, pointing. "My body is under that little lot, the thickness of a piece of paper, and no force of any universe can ever make it's bones support weight again. I'm just some puppet brought back to mess with people's emotions that happened to find a means of cutting my strings." He smiled slightly. "Now there's an ironic sentence, given where we are..."

"Another thing you're not is Marvin the paranoid android!" Claire put in. "So stop being so gloomy. We need a way to get onto Cloudbase. Is there a way to evade the detectors?"

"Probably not..." Dave was still depressed, but thinking about the problem at least.

"You know more about this fandom than any of us." Miri put in. "And more besides, what about that square root twenty nine thing?"

"I don't know if that's right or not." Dave replied, "I just got it from an episode of..." he stopped in mid-sentence, his eyes widening and a smile slowly spreading over his face.

"Is that an idea brewing?" Claire asked. Dave didn't answer. He leapt to his feet, and set off towards Martha with the girls and Asuka in hot pursuit. Drake spotted them and came running over to see what was going on.

Dave reached through Martha's shattered window and opened the glove compartment, pulling out a green snakeskin effect object.

"What's that? Drake asked.

"My glasses case..." Dave replied absently, putting his spectacles on and reaching for something else. This time he produced a device that looked very like a Poke Nav, save for the fact it was a luminous green. "Why didn't I think of this sooner?"

"I think I saw Emily working on that a few days ago." Miri observed. "She didn't say what it was though..."

"She called it a Guest Appearance." Dave explained, as the screen told him to "please wait". "Basically a less powerful version of the Crossover. It doesn't need to be as powerful, as it only brings out one character, but otherwise it works the same way."

"So it would let... a Power Ranger appear in... the Mummy for example?" Drake suggested. Dave nodded.

"So she said. But it's really useful in multi-fandom universes, like Star Trek or Doctor Who/Torchwood. There you wouldn't be limited to a single character."

"There's another fandom here we can use?" Claire asked.

"Yes. Captain Black used a Zero-X spacecraft to get to Mars in the first episode." Dave explained, "And it in turn made its first appearance in a film call-"

The Guest Appearance let out a shrill beeping noise to tell Dave it was ready, and he set to work selecting several options at once.

"Okay, we've got them for... four hours apparently. Shouldn't need that long..."

"Who's they?" Claire asked, slightly apprehensively. Dave just pressed a large button in the centre. An eye achingly bright pink beam shot into the sky.
All four humans and the Pokemon yelped and tried to blink their eyes clear of the flashy lights on their retinas.

"Owwwwie..."

"Luxray ray!"

"Sorry, sorry." Dave said. "Didn't know it was going to do that..."

"What happened?" Michael called, running over with Scarlet in tow. Before Claire or anyone else could explain, Scarlet's lapels started to flash on and off. Scarlet listened to the voice in his ears in blank astonishment for a moment before unfurling the mouth mic and replying.

"Who is this? And how did you get this frequency?" There was a pause as he listened to the response. "I see. Sorry I was sharp with you. The situation on the ground seems to have passed, but there is a further matter you could assist us with..."

Further conversation was drowned out by the approaching noise of several very loud jet engines. Two large aircraft came into view through the clouds.

"Luxray Lux Lux RAY!" Asuka shouted jubilantly, as both craft triggered their vertical jets and came in to land nearby.

oooo

"All seems to be proceeding as we planned." The man in the shadows said to Mesha, via the Cloudbase communications equipment, now upgraded with Multiversal roaming.

"It's going very well." Mesha confirmed. "So well, I don't think I need you any more."

"Oh?" The man seemed to be amused, rather than annoyed. "And what makes you think that?"

"Don't patronise me! You kept the Chameleon Arch we used to suppress my memories. I was dependant on you, and you made sure I knew it!"

Now her patron frowned. "Well, if that's what you choose to believe..."

"Choose nothing, it's the truth!" Mesha replied. "I have an army waiting to obey my command, and the means to make as many of these Jem'hadar hybrid things as I like. With the retro-metabolic powers of the Mysterons, I can make them completely indestructible, and I can block the pitiful remains of the society ants from getting into a fandom to disturb me while I do unto Marlow what she would do to my kind."

The purple-haired Sue grinned. "Thanks where it's due Boss. I owe you enough to let you fade into obscurity again, but don't get in my way!" She signed off.

The man in the shadows sighed. "Great, the one time she calls me boss..."

"So we're finally rid of her?" Romani said, as if it was all too good to be true. "Yesssssssssss!" She punched the air.

The man shook his head. "Not quite. She has slipped her leash, and must be punished for that."

"She has no idea of how dependant that interference generator we gave her is on the external one outside the fandom, does she?"

"Well, at least that's well defended..." the man said, quietly. Romani snorted, then finally burst out laughing, as her boss allowed himself a wintry smile under the shadows that covered his face...

oooo

"Other than the wild Pokemon in the trap floor in the first sub-basement," Major Detail reported. "the only sign of life in this base is a very bored looking Murkrow in the second sub-basement."

Marcus frowned. Granted, the Team Rocket HQ from the second generation Pokemon games was the ideal place to site a device that interfered with technology, there was no sign that there had been any sort of activity here since Team Rocket had abandoned the place. Emily was certain this was where the interference was being generated from however, so...

"Is the transmitter room active?" he asked.

"While the Murkrow permitted us to examine the door unmolested, we were unable to gain entry to ascertain this." Detail reported. "However, the noise from within implied so."

"Okay," Marcus said, "Tyler, bring your Pokemon and follow me. We'll get into this room and find out what's going on. Jared, you and the LPGB stay here on guard." he took out the Tiger Talisman again.

oooo

Harriet was pulled out of the cubby hole where she had been confined for the last hour or so. If the rest of the team had thought the Cloudbase Brig was cramped, they had no idea of the conditions the society leader had endured.

She was dragged roughly out, through an open airlock onto the runway deck of Cloudbase itself. At normal cruising height they should have needed oxygen to breathe, but Mesha had reduced the height so this was no longer necessary. It was still cold and windy though, not that it seemed to bother her or Captain Black.

"Do you know where we are?" Mesha asked, playfully.

"What happened to "We meet at last"?" Harriet asked. The clone behind her happened to be a Jem'hadar with a Heavy Bolter, and this remark earned her a blow to the back with the barrel of this weapon and knocked her down.

"We are now 2000 feet above Stonehenge." Mesha continued as if nothing had happened. "You see what I'm doing? I'm giving you exactly the same treatment you gave the rest of my kind. Stuffed in a Pandorica for a while, then executed at Stonehenge."

"Wha..." Harriet began, but the blow had winded her, and speaking was difficult.

"Pandorica." Mesha said, as if quoting a dictionary. "A prison or confinement cell constructed on a premise of legality that is in fact just blind hatred."

Harriet just looked blankly at her. Mesha rolled her eyes.

"A Dalek once said, "Only the Doctor can fly the Tardis", and yet those same Daleks knew of River Song, so they must have at least suspected she could do that. Thus, they knew that the Doctor was very likely not responsible for the cracks in time, yet they went along with the plan out of hatred for their greatest enemy. And in the face of that little incentive, were any of the Doctor's other enemies going to query that?"

"You're... from season three..." Harriet managed to say, breathlessly. "How...?"

"My father may be from Season Three, but I'm a Sue." Mesha replied. "I could spoiler Season Seven for you if I could be bothered."

"So... I'm avenging Dave, and Steven Moffat." Harriet said, "Thanks for the motivation..."

Mesha glared at the Society Leader. "You don't care, do you?"

"I care about the fandoms you and the rest of the Sues have ruined in your quest for perfection." Harriet spat, standing up again.

"You care about whether it makes good entertainment for you?" Mesha exclaimed. "And you call us Self-centred!"

"As opposed to the perfect altruism you're practising right now?" Harriet pointed out mildly.

"And you'd know all about that, wouldn't you? Saint Foxblade, the perfect Mary-Sue. So nauseating, she made the rest of us sick. The perfect excuse to start this war of yours!"

"I did not-"

"Oh don't even try to deny it! If you wanted anything other than a war, you'd be trying to reform as many Sues as possible. How many have you reformed? Bella, who was an oddball to begin with, and Palm Tree, who you created in the first place. A token effort! The way the library was arranged the day Bella arrived, I was in the next room when Adrian made his little speech about reforming Sues not just punishing them. If the demeanour of the agents I met on subsequent days was anything to go by, they were silently accusing him of blasphemy! Soon afterwards, he's conveniently killed in action. Am I honestly supposed to believe that is a coincidence?"

Harriet was speechless as Mesha came closer still and spoke directly to her face.

"What about your quest for perfection?" she whispered, "You didn't try very hard to save Dave, did you? Was he starting to sympathise with us? That isn't perfect by your standards, so you take the opportunity to get rid of him."

"You really believe we'd..." Harriet would have laughed, if it hadn't been apparent that Mesha did believe it.

"Oh, you would." Mesha said. "I know you've turned on your own people before. Adrian, Benjamin..." She grinned nastily. "Why else would so many people leave your society for no apparent reason?"

Harriet had had all she could take of this, and brought around her leg in a kick-boxing movement, aiming for Mesha's head. Being a Sue however, she was already a metre or so away, and grinning like a mad woman. All Harriet had done was make her injured ribs hurt.

"Oh." Mesha goaded. "You want to fight? Very well."

The society leader was presented with her own confiscated cricket bat by a clone, and looked at it for a while.

"Alright... Bring It!"

oooo

Alice poked her head around the corner, her goggles set to to X-ray setting in the absence of a Mysteron detector. A skeleton turned to face her and she ducked back as the shot it fired struck the corridor wall.

"Two non-coms, Three Mysterons." She said, distinguishing Louise from Rhapsody by the Angel's slender skeleton.

Louise, now armed with a hand phaser taken from a clone in addition to her own pistol, stepped forward, and after about ten seconds of cautious fire was able to stun both of the non-commissioned Spectrum Agents. This left the Mysteronised clones, which Rhapsody was able to deal with in pretty short order.

After several battles in the corridors of Cloudbase, the girls had found a modulation of their "borrowed" phaser rifle that could induce enough of a system shock to be equivalent to a major electric attack. This did however, have the side-effect of draining the weapon's power pack pretty quickly, and the Angel was thankful when the last replicant guarding the brig got too close to Alice and was brought down by a blade to the stomach.

Rhapsody set to work deciphering the changed code of the brig door, while Alice set her goggles back to something that would allow her to actually see the world instead of through it. She settled on a dark filter that would stop her epilepsy triggering if another firefight brewed up unexpectedly.

It wasn't quite dark enough for her not to notice the curious look on Louise's face.

"Problem?" she asked, apprehensively. Louise shrugged.

"These things," She said, gesturing to the Jem'hadar trooper they had brought down in the attack. "I don't think they're entirely Jem'hadar. They don't have any White feeder tubes in their necks, they're way more muscular, and I'm certain their blood is the wrong colour."

"But we can take them down easy enough, right?"

"These ones are vulnerable to electricity, so we should be okay." Louise replied. "I'm just worried that there might be some unreplicated ones around somewhere... They'd be much harder to deal with."

"So that's not what the Mysterons really look like?" Rhapsody asked over her shoulder. The door lock beeped it's displeasure. She could almost picture it thumbing it's nose at her, and lost patience.

"Oh, stuff this!" She said, in a distinctly London accent, and shot the panel. The door jerked spasmodically, opened and shut like a guillotine several times, then fell still in a half-open position.

"What kept you?" came Phoenixia's distorted voice as they effected an entry. "The code's one, one, zero, three by the way."

Rhapsody blinked, shrugged, and tried the code. The lock to the inner cell was duly released.

"How did you know that?" Ochre asked, as everyone filed out. Phoenixia shrugged.

"Black's clue. Eleventh episode of the third season of Doctor Who, "Utopia". Mesha's Dad's address, effectively. Now lets get our weapons back!"

"Right..." Ochre said. "Now I'm even more lost..."

oooo

"Murkrow?" The Murkrow asked, confused, as at this point in the game's continuity, Tyler's Grovyle and Emotion Marcus's Kirlia hadn't been discovered yet. Of course, Thought Marcus couldn't speak Pokemonese.

"Never m-m-mind that n-n-now." he said, bending down to the Murkrow's level. "D-d-o you know h-h-how to get in th-th-there?"

Murkrow cocked it's head and pecked at the society badge on his coat. Thought Marcus brought it out into the light, so it could see it better. Deciding the ID was in order, the Murkrow turned to the door and cleared its throat.

"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT YOU SELF-INTERESTED PSEUDO-ANGELS!"

Three thoughts crossed Thought Marcus's mind as the voice recognition module opened the door. The first was, What does that mean? The second; Why was that voice Tash's? The third (Which rapidly overtook the other two, for good reason); That Electrode is larger than average...

The aforementioned Electrode grinned, waggled it's eyebrows at them, then began to glow white.

"Oh Muffins..." said Tyler.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Insert The Original Indestructible Captain Here (part 1 of 5)

The agent slept, watched by a pair of yellow eyes. Dave tossed and turned as the eyes came cautiously closer to him, noting every bead of sweat on his face. As he dreamt...

Dave ran down the corridor as the alarm bells rang. How and why were questions that his mind shunted to one side for the time being. The facts were thus:

The Sues had broken free from the basement.

They had overwhelmed those sent to stop them.

They were heading for the portal control room.

Tash was shouting orders to agents with such venom that Dave half expected her to grow fangs and start spitting gobs of green mucus at them.

"Drake! Get to the armoury and dish out weapons. Tyler! Prepare your biggest and nastiest explosives. All right everyone..." Tash turned, and Dave was horrified to see her eyes had turned red and feral, like some wild bird's. "...this is it! Earlier than we planned, but in some ways, long overdue!"

Dave glanced around at the rest of the society agents. They were standing around with looks approaching feral lust on their faces, and he felt a shiver go down his spine as Tash completed her order.

"Kill them all!"

The door to the control room opened. It was packed to the stone vaulted roof with Sues and Stus, all trying desperately to get to a door on a stone pedestal some 100 metres away marked "Way Out". They were pushing and shoving each other in panic and doing nothing other than getting in each others way in the Melee.

At the sight of the society agents they redoubled their efforts, but Michael led a charge into the thick of them, Claire at his side, and blood flowed wherever they walked. Tom, one of the newer agents, was hacking and slashing away at a nearby Sue with obvious relish, and administered a spectacular Coup de gras that split her from top to bottom.

"Exterminate!" he cried, in a voice that sounded more like Nicholas Briggs than his own, "Exterminate! Exterminate!"

Aster responded with a peel of demented laughter, flying over the fracas raining icicles indiscriminately. Chrys jumped on one as it went through the top of a Stu's head, causing a mess that is far too graphic to describe in a T rated fic.

"We're pushing it as it is..." Dave muttered, failing to notice the lack of fourth wall breaking that would have given him a clue that this wasn't all it seemed.

"PUSH HARDER!" screeched Valerie, laying into another Stu, inflicting damage that kept him alive as long as possible, savouring every tortured scream that left his mouth. Ben pinned Lilly against a column, and whispered that she had served her purpose. A Nuke descended, and Dave turned away, horrified.

There was a scream to his left, and Dave turned. Harriet was standing over Emily, a sword reminiscent of Excalibur in her hands.

The way was clear. At least one might survive...

Dave was at their side in a matter of picoseconds. His hands found Harriet's wrists, and wrenched her backwards. Harriet staggered, but regained her balance quickly. A sudden silence fell. It seemed everyone had witnessed this.

"Traitor, Traitor." The chant was taken up by those next to Harriet, until they were all closing in around him. This was a good moment to discover that there was a door behind him, and sure enough, there was!

Closing and locking it behind him, Dave found himself in a new corridor.

"Why...?" said a vague and insubstantial voice.

The door began to splinter and crack under the agent's assault. Dave ran, throwing panicked glances over his shoulder, until he found another door.

A smothering red sky was cast over his head like a blanket. He was in a familiar car park. Where was this hotel exactly, Nether Wallop? It didn't really matter, as Mary-Ann Twilight stood before him.

"You're not real..."

"Am I?" she snarled, launching herself forwards, hoisting him off the ground by the neck. "Is that why you authors pester us? Because we're not real? Because we don't feel things, so you can just murder us willy-nilly if we don't meet your perverted ideas of perfection?"

"Red... Intimidation... tactics..." Dave gasped, "No power... in real world..." Something was wrong. This shouldn't be me! This didn't happen like this! He thought.

"This world is real to you, but our world is real to us. We can really hurt, bleed, die. You started this war! We won't let you destroy us!"

She gasped and fell forwards as Tash's sword emerged from her chest. Dave backed away as his friend threw the corpse away with an air of weary disdain, and found a car behind him. When had Mary-Ann let him go?

"Why...?" The voice persisted.

Driving now. Towards a shaft of red light, emanating from Stonehenge. Driving the car.

A shower of silver meteors slammed into the landscape around him, forcing Dave to swerve violently around on the road. He rounded a corner...

"Why did you abandon us?" Came the voice again.

"I didn't I- AAAAAHHHH!" The blue side of an Argos delivery lorry loomed out of the otherwise black scenery.

Five seconds to impact...

Four...

Three... The air-bag detonated in his face. A pair of Yellow eyes came towards him like oncoming headlights.

GAAAAAAAAGHH!

The eyes jumped back out of range as Dave sat up in bed. It took him a second of paralysed staring to realise that they belonged to his Luxray.

When Dave had first started playing Pokemon Platinum, he had Evangelion on his mind for some reason, and had somehow decided that a good name for a male Shinx would be Shinji. So when he had ended up with a female one, he hadn't thought much beyond "Hmmm, Shinji = male, female = Asuka", completely forgetting that Rei would be a good name for a female Luxray. Fortunately, she did not take after her namesake in temperament, and was in fact quite motherly in her concern.

Asuka tried to approach again, but whatever Dave had dreamt of had exhausted him to the point that he fell back onto his bed, utterly sparked out. Ignoring the author's bad (and unintentional, honest guv!) pun, the electric Pokemon tucked him in as best she could.

"Knock it off, Aster! It's two in the morning!" came Adrian's voice from far off, as the fourth wall shook.

Asuka was tempted to lay down next to him, but given that she still smelt of Full Restore and charred fur from a recent battle with Tash's Typhlosion, she decided this would be far from comforting, and curled up on the rug in the middle of the room.

That's the third night in a row he's had nightmares. She thought to herself. He'll never talk about it, if he even remembers, so I guess I'll have to try and get Valerie to take a look at him. Problem is, I don't know if her empathy works on Pokemon...

Casting a final look at her sleeping trainer, the Luxray settled down to get some sleep herself. She'd worry about the language barrier in the morning.

oooo

The man sat a console; a sheet of paper, connected to a broadcasting array of fantastic complexity in front of him. He took his hand from where it had rested on the paper and closed his eyes. The psychic shock was getting worse every time he did this, but on the positive side, it looked like being the last time he would have to.

A plothole opened behind him, and two women stepped out, carrying shoulder bags full of small test tubes and nursing several small injuries, already mostly healed.

"Another successful mission ladies?" he called out, shadows dropping over his face as he did so, hiding it from view. Mesha Alicia Maria Susan Maylene Violet Abigail Yana brushed her long purple hair out of her eyes before she answered.

"Yep," she replied. "We've got everything you wanted on that shopping list of yours."

Her companion held a tube up to the light. A single hair, as red as her own, glinted inside it. "She was a difficult one to get. Almost blasted me across the horizon!"

The man frowned. "I hope you wiped her memories afterwards Romani. The last thing we want at this stage is the society realising that something is up."

"We're perfect, remember?" Mesha replied, "Of course we remembered!" The man sighed, as Romani glowered behind Mesha's back. This was the downside of working with Mary-Sues...

"Fine then. Mesha, get to work on setting up for Phase Three. Romani, I need you to do a little play acting for me... Yes captain? What is it?"

A man wearing a black uniform with the Anti Cliché and Mary Sue Elimination Society logo in full view on the front stood at the door, looking vacant. He opened his mouth and stood like that for a few seconds before speaking, as if he was struggling to remember why he had come in.

"Another one." he said simply.

"How many is that now?"

Again, the pause before speaking, as if thinking was something that needed to be done in its own space. "Ten."

"Excellent! That's enough. Give me your Prohibitor detector glove and report to your station."

The soldier paused, only now registering the fact that he was wearing an orange glove with a small view-screen attached to the wrist area. Then he took it off, presented it to the man in the shadows and left.

"As I was saying..." The man went on, "Phase Two is now in your hands Romani. So listen carefully..."

oooo

The Next Day...

Dave crouched low in the tunnel. A group of Sues had broken parole, gone on the run, and three of them had appeared here only a few minutes ago. He, Drake and Ingrid had been sent in after them. He wasn't even sure which fandom they were in, or even how dangerous they were. And he was half asleep to boot...

They weren't so dangerous to look at. Two blonde twins, huddled pathetically in a corner of the three-way tunnel intersection, trying to keep warm. A red haired woman in a white dress pacing nervously back and forth, and a girl in her early teens, with strange purple-black coloured hair that looked like the deepest Twilight.

It was the red-head that no-one could explain. She had come from seemingly nowhere and coerced the Sues to follow her into plotholes. It seemed that ten others, once presented with an opportunity to return to their old ways, had jumped at it with both feet.

At least that was what appeared to have happened...

Dave was reminded of Mesha, his first arrest. She had seemed to be co-operative and pleasant, and his instincts had told him to give her the benefit of the doubt. She was now at large again, and more powerful than before, thankfully none the wiser for her espionage mission in the library. A triumph of hope and naivety over experience.

Despite this, Dave's instincts now told him that something didn't feel quite right about the woman, and he couldn't help but agree...

Rhia's abduction and staged death had highlighted the fact that things were not always as they seemed.

He moved in for a closer look, and dislodged a small stone. The Red-haired woman reacted instantly, drawing a gun and pointing it down the tunnel at the agent. The rest jumped, and tried to get behind her, as if for protection.

"STAY THERE!" she shouted, "or I'll..." She abruptly realised she had already fired the gun as she jumped. Dave examined the chip of stone that the bullet had broken off not far from his head, and decided that, on balance, he had better do just that.

Would a perfect being like a Mary-Sue start like that? He thought. Mesha did, but her powers were absent at the time... Still, task at hand.

"No worries..." he said, aiming for an unflappable tone, and missing by a mile. "...I'm comfortable where I am..."

"Don'tletimgetus, Don'tletimgetus, Don'tletimgetus," one of the twins mumbled.

"Don't play funny man with me!" the woman responded. "I won't let you take them back to that dungeon of yours!"

"Back?" Dave replied, sticking half of his head out from behind the rock wall. "They weren't in there to begin with! Wasn't that the point of them choosing parole?" Dave's left eye was quite short-sighted, and the view he had of the red-haired woman was blurred. He wished he had brought his glasses with him, even if there was the risk they'd be damaged.

"You've got guts at least." The dark-haired girl put in, starting forward. "Are the three of us "desperate criminals" too much for those faceless mooks in black to deal with?"

"Alira..." the woman muttered, as the twins continued to sob into each other's shoulders. "Stay back..."

"There's only one of him! Lets get him before the rest of his execution squad catches up!"

"Wha..." Dave realised he was losing the initiative, and decided to take a calculated risk. He stood up and came out into full view.

"Okay. First question; Who are you? Second question; Why should we consider you desperate criminals?" He was standing as straight up as the tunnel would allow, waving his arms around for effect. The woman almost fired, but since she could see he wasn't holding a weapon, she held off. "Thirdly; What do you mean execution squad? Fourth; If you're perfect Mary-Sues, then why are you starting and panicking like this? Fifth; Why am I standing here doing a spiel worthy of the Doctor?"

It was fair to say that he had got in firmly under their guard. Alira and the woman with the gun just stood there gaping, one of the twins actually laughed uncertainly.

"A question I think we all want the answer to is; What in the world is going on here?" Dave finished, slightly surprised with himself.

Alira's eyes narrowed slightly. She clearly wasn't sure whether to trust him or not. The woman with the gun lowered it slightly, but still kept him covered all the same.

"I don't remember you from that fortress..." she said, quietly.

"Explain..." Dave was intrigued now. Fortress might mean, space-ship. If the PCMSPS were still around, that could be trouble...

A light flared in the corner of his left eye, and a small grey object fell to earth close to Alira's foot. She opened her mouth in the beginnings of a scream.

"Trea..."

The world went white.

oooo

"We can account for three of them, but the gun woman got away." Ingrid reported. Dave suddenly became aware of where he was, sat up sharply, and was rewarded with a short burst of dancing penguins before he regained conciousness for the second time.

"Welcome back." Michael said, standing over him. They were still in the portal room. Valerie, Michael and Aimee stood next to were he was lying, and Ingrid and Drake were carrying several ominous looking bags away from where the portal materialised.

Body Bags. Three of them.

White-hot fury gripped him, making Valerie jump. He stood, willing himself to disregard the thumping pain in his head.

"Umm... Dave?" Valerie queried. Dave took several steps forward, towards where Drake and Ingrid were standing.

"Dave?" Aimee muttered, uncertainly. His axe expanded to its full size as he drew closer. Ingrid looked up from what she was doing. Michael abruptly realised what Dave was doing.

"Drake! Heads..."

CLANG!

Drake's head rang like a bell in his helmet as the back of Dave's axe connected with it.

"YOU PATHETIC, ARMOUR-PLATED NIMROD!"

All activity ceased. Tash hesitantly put her head round a door, recognising the voice, but unable to correlate it with its volume and the sheer fury it carried. Dave was willing himself not to feel the vibrations caused by the impact, despite the fact that his arm was shaking with them, and his face was screwed up with discomfort.

Drake staggered, pulled off his helmet and blinked at Dave, his ears still ringing. "Wha..."

"NO WONDER THEY DIDN'T TRUST ME, IF YOU GO AROUND SLAUGHTERING THEM FOR THE FUN OF IT!"

"Who... Which?" But it was too late. Dave had already turned on his heel and was storming out of another door.

"I didn't join this party to end up being part of a final solution!" The words were less explosive, but were dripping with venom. The slamming door made everyone jump. For an infinite second, no-one spoke. This was seriously out of character for Dave.

Tash was reminded of something Adrian had said, months before...

"Some people take pressure and frustration and bottle it up inside them until they can't take any more. He's so quiet normally, and from what he wrote on his entrance exam he seems to be very principled... I just can't help but get the feeling that when he does erupt...I hope its a Sue in the firing line and not an agent."

"What was all that about?" Drake said, finally recovering enough to respond.

oooo

Romani staggered into the room, clasping a wound that was staining her white dress red. The man in the shadows reached out and placed his hand on her waist, muttering something as he did so. She sighed as the pain faded away.

"Haaaaaa. That's better... Did it work?"

The man grinned. "He probably burst several ear drums in the library, and the empathic feedback almost had me smashing everything within reach."

"Brilliant!" She replied. "Does that mean we'll finally be rid of Mesha?" The man frowned.

"We needed to keep her on a tight leash Romani, you know as well as I do what she's capable of. This way we've kept her under control, and she's served our purposes as well."

"I know, I just don't like pretending to be a Mary-Sue for her sake..." Romani said, looking down at a thick bracelet on her left wrist sadly.

The man patted her arm. "This will be her last mission for us, one way or another. Don't fret."

oooo

Mesha stood on a rocky promontory. Mars was traditionally called the red planet, but due to reasons the author knows nothing of, the rocks were grey. (Probably budget constraints at Century 21, but no matter)

There was no mistaking her destination. A futuristic city on the Martian surface, or at least, what was perceived as futuristic in the late sixties. It was slightly blurred in front of her eyes, giving an impression of the fantastic technologies used to power it. She stood where others had, a few years before, set this fandom in motion.

Captain Black had fired upon the city, mistaking scanning devices for weapon emplacements. The Mysterons had immediately reconstructed it with their power over matter, and took great offence at this. The whole series was a catalogue of their attempts to exact retribution for the attack. Another time, she might have tried to change this event itself, but she had bigger fish to fry.

"Mysterons Hear Me!" She called. Her voice was unaffected by the different composition of the Martian atmosphere. She wasn't even wearing a space-suit! "I come to speak with you."

A device that looked like a ray gun with six barrels turned towards her. Knowing its true nature, she stood her ground as it bathed her with a blue light.

This is the Voice of the Mysterons. Your outward appearance suggests that you are one of the Earthmen... And yet... Your vestigial second heart, and the fact you stand before us unencumbered by the technologies of Earth marks you out as something more...

"I was created by Earthmen, farther from here than you can conceive, and yet, I am persecuted by those who envy me. Such is the fate of my kind."

That is not the concern of the Mysterons! Retribution for the unprovoked attack upon the city that stands before you by the Earthmen is our sole endeavour.

"Retribution is my goal also. Which is why I propose an alliance between us."

The psychic voice was silent for a moment, as if thinking over her words. Mesha was tempted to apply her powers at this point, but held off. Doing this the hard way would go some way towards mitigating the society's copyrights.

We guarantee... only to listen...

Mesha smiled. The society were in for a surprise...

oooo

Michael and Tash reached Dave's door. They had given him overnight to calm down, but they were still wary. According to Phoenixia, Dave had run into Emily almost immediately after storming out, which had forced him to cool off pretty quickly. But whatever new gadget she wanted him to field test for her didn't seem to have helped his mood, as a black cloud of self-anger and despondency had appeared over his head as soon as she had left and followed him to his room, where he had remained ever since.

Tash knocked, careful not to knock four times. Reminding him of that wouldn't help...

"Come in."

Dave's room was fairly Spartan, the only poster being a poster of the Mappa Mundi. The man himself was sitting at his desk, a pile of paperwork sat to one side, obviously completed in the intervening time. Beside it, a selection of application forms. Apparently, the job hunting wasn't going well...

"My report." he said, handing it to Michael. He obviously felt awkward, and the two leaders became concious of the grey hairs on his head, although whether these were due to working in the society, or had always been there they didn't know.

"Are you trying to turn this story serious?" Michael asked, "'cause you've got a fight on your hands if you are."

Dave's expression changed as a rumble echoed through the library, followed by a less than delighted exclamation from Adrian. Far from cheering him up, it seemed that Michael's fourth wall breaking had had the opposite effect.

"I don't see how it can be anything but serious." he almost snapped. "And to be honest, it surprises me that you don't see that!"

"Dave, calm down." Tash put in. "If there's a problem, then we can't solve it if we don't know what it is."

Dave sighed. "Sorry, its just that if the society has been fighting Sues for over two years, then..." he paused. "...maybe talking to them is just a little overdue. And it-"

"What makes you think we haven't tried?" Michael interrupted, perhaps sounding more defensive than he intended.

"The fact they think the society motto is "Exterminate, Exter..."" Dave stopped himself, "I Will Not Fall Out With Anyone Else!" he muttered, half to himself. It was a few moments before he spoke again.

"There was more going on than we first suspected. If Drake hadn't thrown his grenade, then those three might have been able to tell us something about it. Its all in my report, but-"

Michael's communicator went off.

"We've found the gun woman." Claire reported. "She's inserted herself into the Captain Scarlet fandom under the name of Captain Burgundy."

"Old or new?" Dave asked, perking up slightly.

"What's the difference?" Tash asked in turn.

"One has 'new' in the title."

Claire apparently overheard this, as she told them that it was the older series. Michael got a word in at this point, and asked her the Sue's level. Dave frowned and opened his mouth to speak.

"Hang on baby, her Suergy is fluctuating a bit. Give me a second..." Claire replied.

Dave closed his mouth again. "Okay, she is a Sue then..."

"Was that ever in doubt?" Michael asked.

"It was in my mind."

"You know the fandom then?" Tash interrupted, before either of her friends did anything they might later regret. Dave nodded.

"Sure you're up to it?"

"I think so. If tunnels are involved, I'll take a hard hat this time."

Michael thought for a moment. Claire had just told him that the Sue couldn't be more than level two, so it was likely to be a successful mission whoever went, and Dave obviously knew the fandom. Perhaps that was what he needed to restore his self-confidence.

"Okay, go bring her in."

Dave stared at him for a moment. "I will take the most appropriate action for the situation. Since I'm not sure what the situation is yet, I'll have to find that out first." He left, leaving Tash and Michael slightly taken aback.

oooo

"Is he normally like that?" Michael asked. Tash shook her head.

"No. Well, at least not that I've ever seen." she looked over to the monitoring screen displaying the fandom, where Dave had yet to materialise. "He's quiet, and keeps to himself mostly."

"Come to think of it..." Claire added, turning in her chair. "The only cheep I've heard out of him since... well, Stonehenge, has either been a pun, or a cry for help as Shirley chased him!"

"He wasn't at Stonehenge." said Michael, thoughtfully. Claire and Tash looked at him.

"Wasn't he?" Claire asked, "I suppose I lost track of him..."

Michael thought. In his mind's eye, he was at the hotel in real life. He saw Dave about to get into a car, stop, look at a white road sign bordered in red, and smile the devil's own smile.

"I've got an idea. I'll meet you at Stonehenge!"

"He ran off after that, in the opposite direction to us." Michael went on. "Next time I saw him was back in the library." he paused. "He was walking with a limp if I recall..."

Tash frowned. "You didn't query it?"

"I did later. He said he was going to borrow a Tank from a military base to help us out, but he couldn't find one in time."

Claire grinned. "That might have been useful." Michael looked at Tash.

"Well he sounded pretty defensive when he said it, almost the same tone his report is written in..."

"Dave's been under quite a bit of stress recently." Tash replied, sticking up for her friend. "He's been through everything we have in the last year or so, he's had a lot of real-life concerns as well, and I know for a fact he still feels guilty about Mesha."

"Plus he's visibly uncomfortable around Adrian since he got back..." Michael added. "Any ideas why that is?"

Tash shook her head. "Adrian was going to ask, but he hasn't had the chance yet. It's like he's been avoiding us..."

"I noticed that. Maybe he needs to talk to Val." Claire suggested.

"Maybe..." Michael conceded, "I'll ask her to speak to him when he gets back. Assuming of course he ever arrives..."

"Here he is now." Claire said. "Stu readings are... Higher than normal, but acceptable, just..."

"Okay, I've got another question." Tash added, "Where did he get that Land Rover?"

oooo

Her name was Martha.

Designed for a Primeval fic Dave had later abandoned as unworkable, she had been in storage for close to two years. A lot of her gadgets had been removed so she didn't stand out as much any more. Only the anomaly mapping database system that was the source of her name remained. The synthesised voice that had come as standard with the Sat-Nav system the device was based on had sounded, to her initial owner that Dave hadn't bothered to create, like Freema Ageyman, alias Martha Jones.

She was a bog-standard long-wheelbase Land Rover. White, with the words "Time Commander" written on the driver's door in blue. Since appearing out of thin air would look suspicious, Dave had elected to use her, but she was currently being annoying.

"Please rejoin the nearest main road."

"Shut up."

Dave felt guilty. He hadn't meant to lose control like he had the day before, and he didn't think he had improved matters by being defensive with Michael and Tash. They had more experience at this, for all they were younger than him, they most likely knew what they were doing.

Why does it matter that they're younger than me? Am I actually that jealous? He thought. Why?

He sighed. He knew the answer to that one, or to be strictly accurate, answers.

One. Michael and Claire, Tash and Adrian (living proof of Love stronger than Death, that one). Dave and... No one. Okay, so he'd been flirted with before, but he was a real novice at this game, and certainly didn't have the courage to show feelings like that, even if he was head over heels for someone.

Two. Dave had always regarded himself as the responsible adult of the society, which was related to the reason he had joined in the first place. He hadn't done very well from that point of view...

Three. The others were capable of lightening up once in a while, and he took things very seriously. This wasn't so much a problem in itself, but most of his attempts to try and change this state of affairs seemed to have ended up with him in the medical wing, or suspended from the LPGB's copters, and occasionally missing vital organs.

Dave was faintly surprised by the surge of anger that accompanied this thought. Shirley was only doing her job, namely driving out stale clichés. Given that this was part of the society's remit as well meant that he had little cause to be angry with her. So why did he feel like this?

Well she could be a little less of a bullying little overblown-

"You are in the Pacific Ocean. Please rejoin the nearest main road."

Dave swiftly came back to reality. He had enough to worry about, what with the fact he now needed glasses to drive, and he had never driven Martha himself before. Then there were the eccentricities of this fandom, created by the fact that the comic strips that appeared in the Century 21 comic were treated as part of the canon, by decree of Gerry Anderson himself, even if the TV episodes never mentioned the events therein. This made it easy for the unwary to be caught off guard.

I am not unwary. I Am Not Weak! I need to be strong now, more than ever. For all we know those self-appointed-

Martha juddered, and Dave realised he was trying to change gear with the wrong one of the Land Rover's gear levers. Again, the emotion was beginning to run away with him. Concentrate on the task at hand! He thought.

Despite the fact that the only female Spectrum agents in this series were the Angel fighter pilots, the Sue that called herself Captain Burgundy had become Spectrum's best agent in a meteoric rise to prominence that had left the indestructible Captain Scarlet himself by the wayside. She was leading a team of agents into a mine near Craigsville Nevada that was somehow vital to Spectrum's interests in the war against the Mysterons. Mining some kind of Maguffin probably...

"Please turn left in one hundred yards for Algiers."

"Shut up, Martha..."

oooo

Michael looked up from Drake and Ingrid's reports on their latest mission. The people in question were seated in his office.

"Right, these are mostly in order, but there is a minor discrepancy that I think we should sort out." he said.

"If it's about Dave," Drake began, "then he's an ungrateful little-"

"It isn't, and I'm dealing with that." Michael put in. Drake snorted.

"Fine, but Dave should remember that I'm the reason he got out of the tunnels with just a bump on the head after that Sue's grenade went off!"

"I thought Dave threw it." Ingrid put in, curiously. Drake looked at her.

"And Dave was under the impression," Michael added, "perhaps brought on by the aforementioned bump on the head, that you had thrown it. That is why we're here."

Drake blinked. "Well, that explains a lot." he said, slightly mollified. "But I didn't have any grenades with me."

"She couldn't have thrown it either." Ingrid added. "I had my eyes on both her hands. It seemed to come out of the tunnel that Dave was hiding in..."

"It wasn't either of you then." Michael concluded. "Okay, well that sorts part of this out. Thank you."

"But who did throw it?" Drake asked.

"I've got Phoenixia working on that..." Michael began, just as the Ex-hologram breezed into the room, dressed in a Strapless dress that left little of her figure to the imagination. "Speak of the devil..."

"Maybe another time, when Clairey's around..." Phoenixia said, in the most serious voice he had ever heard her use. Then he saw her expression, and the fact that Valerie was with her, and became worried.

oooo

"So you're with the U.S.S, Mr...Smith?" Captain Buff asked, slightly suspiciously. He had every reason to be suspicious. Dave was barely concealing his sniggers at the unfortunate man's code name. An eleventh hour promotion from Lieutenant before the comic strip he had appeared in was published had failed to render it any less amusing. Dave pretended to suffer a coughing fit from the dust in the mine workings, and slipped back into the demeanour of a Universal Secret Service agent.

"Sorry about that. Yes Captain, I am." He said, "And I'm sorry to say that I'm here on a matter of utmost delicacy. I have to speak to the ranking officers immediately."

Buff looked at the I.D card, generated by Phoenixia at Dave's request, decided that it was in order, and handed it back to him. "We have orders to maintain a radio silence with Captain Burgundy... But Captain Scarlet and Captain Blue are here somewhere."

"That suits me just fine."

Dave walked behind the Indian agent, through the mine dedicated to Spectrum's Maguffin.

He was led to a ramshackle building that had been commandeered as a Spectrum command post, and introduced to the two men. As he shook hands with Captain Blue, he noted the agent's eyes go slightly unfocused from the copyright he had concealed in his hand. Scarlet instantly seemed to become wary, but Dave had thought of this.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I refilled my landie's brake fluid before I set off. Did I get some on you?" he said, as if mildly embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it." Blue replied, looking at his hand. The sticker had already been absorbed into the character's skin.

Dave cleared his throat, then abruptly turned deathly serious.

"Now we have the pleasantries out of the way gentlemen, I'm afraid I'm here on a very serious matter. Firstly, I must ask you; have you ever had reason to doubt Captain Burgundy?"

Scarlet shook his head, but Blue, now protected by the copyright, looked thoughtful.

"Well, that story about being in deep cover in an underworld criminal cell in Bereznik for the last five years was a bit suspect. None of us had even heard of her! And having been there myself at the time, I'd know!"

"Colonel White confirmed it himself..." Scarlet put in, citing the head of Spectrum's former career as the head of the U.S.S in Britain, but from the tone of his voice, it was apparent that even he could see that the story was a little threadbare.

"That's about what I thought." Dave put in. "You might want to sit down Captain Scarlet." He added, surreptitiously applying his second copyright to Scarlet's arm as he gestured. "There's only so much I can tell you, but I'm afraid that Captain Burgundy isn't all she appears..."

oooo

"No one in the tunnels threw that grenade!" Michael exclaimed. At Phoenixia's insistence, most of the leaders were present, save for Adrian, who was on a mission in one of the black list fandoms. Drake and Ingrid had been dispatched with instructions to get Dave back into the library by any means.

Phoenixia nodded. "What's more, I went back over the plothole records, and found two that weren't ours. One was generated by the Sue as she left, and one much smaller one."

"How small?"

"Grenade sized!"

"Okay," Harriet said, "So, someone throws a grenade through a plothole... why?"

"Well look at us all now." Valerie put in "Chasing each other's tails around, shouting at each other. There's a good reason to begin with, but..."

"But?" said Michael, getting the distinct feeling that he wouldn't like the answer.

"Have any of you had nightmares in the last few days?" Valerie asked. Tash frowned.

"One or two. I wouldn't call them nightmares, but they were more vivid than normal. Can't really remember them though..."

Valerie sighed, as if she had hoped Tash would answer differently. "Well you're the twelfth person to say something like that today, me included. But the thing that really put me on the trail was Dave's Luxray when she came to see me yesterday. As far as I can tell from her, Dave has had seriously bad dreams in the last few days, during which he has apparently muttered variants on the theme of "I am not a traitor"."

"So... He's dreaming about the Sues torturing him?" Harriet speculated. Val shook her head.

"Possible, but I don't think so." she said. "Consider this as a possibility. Dave is very principled, we know this for a fact. Now, if he's been having nightmares similar to the ones I can remember bits of, then what he is seeing is the Society deciding to massacre all the Sues and Stus in the basement for no apparent reason other than extreme blood lust."

The healer shuddered at this, then went on. "Dave sees this as wrong and -This bit is speculation- tries to stand up for them, to reign us in."

"At which point we all turn on him and start accusing him of treachery." Harriet finished. There was a moment of silence.

"I guess that explains why he was so wary and defensive with us." Michael said to Tash. "If he thought we were going to turn on him at any moment..."

"Hang on." Harriet put in, "If we've been having these nightmares as well, why haven't we been affected?"

"Because we're not the targets." Phoenixia said darkly. "Think about it. Dave has dream, dream seems to come true in front of him the very next day."

There was a short pause as the Society leaders digested the consequences of that statement.

"You mean he's been set up!" Tash squeaked, a split second behind Harriet's far from lady-like exclamation.

"What's more," Phoenixia added, "Whatever intelligence is trying to set us at each other's throats is using something in the library to do it."

"You mean @?" Michael asked. The Ex-hologram shook her head.

"Whatever it is is going out of its way to bypass her." she replied, "There are far easier ways to induce nightmares than the psychic frequency I've detected. The problem I've got is pinning it down to a specific area of the library. I've sent a message to Adrian to that effect, but there's no telling when he'll be able to disengage and respond."

There was a beep from the communicators just as she finished, making everyone jump. Claire's face came up, looking worried. "We have a problem."

"Another one?" Michael groaned, the day was getting worse and worse...

"Something's scrambling the comm system. They're working okay, but whenever I try to reach Dave, all I get is a sort of squeaky noise and the line cuts." Everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Send someone to fetch him!" Harriet ordered. "He's in danger!"

"Well... We tried that..." Claire said, sheepishly.

oooo

Drake stood at the top of the Industrial building and watched the two motorcycles speed by. One was red and was being closely followed by a blue machine-warrior. The other, a police bike, was out in front, closely followed by a blue dragon with masks over it's three faces, and a Dragon that seemed to be patterned after a pair of handcuffs.

The agent scratched his head. As nice as this fandom was, he was sure it wasn't where he was supposed to be... And he knew for a fact Ingrid had come through the plothole with him, so where was she?

oooo

Ingrid had appeared in the middle of a crowded street. The traffic on the road nearby was gridlocked, with all the traffic lights in the area having apparently turned red.

As she wondered where Drake was, a trio of minis, one red, one white, and one blue came racing down the pavement towards her. Jumping into a nearby doorway before they knocked her down, she found herself knocking over a small man, apparently of Italian extraction, who proceeded to loudly tell her exactly where to go and how to get there until long after the cars had passed. He was finally intimidated into silence by the sight of her generating a plothole for herself to take her back to the library.

oooo

Dave looked curiously at his communicator. Three times now, Claire had appeared on the screen, but it had been a static image, and no amount of shaking it, or saying "Yes?" in a friendly way had prompted the wretched device to do anything more than occasionally beep at him.

He put it away again. If it was going to be that much trouble, he might as well leave it in Martha's glove compartment with Emily's new gadget and his glasses. He didn't anticipate needing it.

Insert Oddly-Metered Poem Here

The Story of a Snack, a Journey, Random Stuff, and Other Things of Considerable Importance


Gently he sat there
And gently he thought,
His eyes and soul fixed
On the thing that he sought –
If won, his prize
Gratification would bring;
If lost, his suffering
In mind would bring.
The confections were made
Of chocolate and nut;
For there they awaited
For him to find – still, but
Tyler was aware
Of the traps lying there
And he had to admit
That they have him a scare;
The risk was worth it!
And onward he went.
He dodged the projectile
Towards him being sent.
Past the long desperate pit
Of the fire within;
Through the closing-in walls
Trying to squash him right thin;
Alas! No! His rival
Was coming too near;
But Tyler went up and
With the swiftness of a deer
Pinned Drake to the wall
With a trap meant for him;
Drake cried out protesting
But his chances were grim
He'd never have the cookies;
For him they were never meant;
And Tyler knew that they
Were calling for him being sent;
He ran into a sphinx
Its riddle strangely sharp
But the answer was simple
Tyler hit the thing with a carp
And ran into a wall
With spikes it was filled
Tyler ran away quickly
And ran into the chill –
A freezing-cold room!
He'd be dead within an hour.
Or at least not quite dead
But surely drained of his power.
But Tyler made movement
And made himself warm
And thus he found the door
He'd caused himself no harm
He ran into the place
Where a door was locked tight
He needed a key, he might know
Where it was… yes he might…
He found a secret exit
Where a temple lay still
He found a key lying
Flat on the windowsill
He picked up the key
But a rumble cried out
A boulder made of trenchcoats
Was creating such a shout
As he ran from the stone
He held the key in hand
He turned around and
Made his final stand
He insulted the boulder
You may think it strange
But when he opened the door
The place began to change
The wall was a hologram
The door projected so
The floor was collapsing
Like kneaded bread dough
Tyler saw what went on
He was falling into a pit
But thankfully he had on him
His "In Case of Falling Kit"
He opened the kit
And took out a pack
He deployed his parachute
And fell into a sack
He still ripped the sack –
He'd never be caught.
The cookies were still there
A prize that was still sought.
But when he got to the altar
With food tasty like the sun
He found a blue-haired girl
Finishing off the last one
She'd flown over the whole course
With dexterity and ease
She normally didn't chase after snacks
So she was easy to please
"I'm sorry, did you want one?"
But it was too late
That pleasure anticipated
Had begun to abate
It's too far gone now, he thought
Looking off with a groan
He'd get the snack next time,
He said with a sad tone
And tomorrow, he knew
He would do this once more
And he turned away from Aster
And walked out the door.