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This story is No. 1 in the series "Cobra Regenerated". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: It's back and hopefully better than ever. Xander Harris is The One Who Sees, what possible strangeness awaits him when he dons a new costume and becomes a pawn in the God's game.

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Comics > GI JoeSithicusFR181558,52823623,70113 May 109 Oct 10No

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Author's Notes: Patience is rewarded ladies and gentlemen. I present the next exciting chapter in the new and improved Cobra Regenerated! I'm beginning to think I'm going to try to work up some sort of timeline of events deal soonish. I'm not sure when I'll get started on Chapter Sixteen, but please don't give up on this one, I'm once more in a G I Joe frame of mind and I've gone over all fourteen previous chapters to make sure I don't muck up anything.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Returns After These Messages

Jem and the Holograms Anniversary CD now available at all HMV stores in the greater Los Angeles Area. That's right Jem fans! Jem and the Holograms have just published a new Anniversary CD featuring all the songs you've always loved.

Truly Outrageous

Like a Dream

Time is Runnin' Out

I'm Taking a Train

Who is He Kissing

And Many More...

You say your old Jem Albums have become scratched and worn with age after one too many times listening to these classic hits? Then this CD is for you! Run don't walk to your nearest HMV and pick up the Jem and the Holograms Anniversary CD. The Misfits will be green with envy!

We Now Return to Buffy the Vampire Slayer



The sun hung high in the sky on the western coast of California as the black Toyota approached the outskirts of Los Angeles. The Pit wasn’t that close to the city of angels, but while driving an Autobot distances meant very little.

Xander stirred from his seat opening his eyes – he had actually fallen asleep while in the company of an enemy – not a good idea. Glancing to his left he found Vypra staring at the road intently. “Where are we?” he asked.

“Almost at Los Angeles,” Vypra informed.

“And Storm Shadow is here?” he demanded.

Vypra shook her head. “No, but before we get to Storm Shadow we’ll need to pick up a few things,” she explained.

Xander eyed her suspiciously. “What things?”

Vypra sighed. “For one thing – new clothes – I rather like the look, but I don’t think it’ll fly when meeting with the current master of the Arashikage Clan,” she pointed out with a smirk.

“What the hell are you?” Xander asked changing subjects.

Vypra eyed him innocently.

He shook his head. “Don’t pull that crap on me,” he told her. “Remember, Vypra, I sensed your ‘abilities’ back in the Pit,” he told the Asian woman.

Vypra debated on what she should tell the teen. Unfortunately his affect on her was still quite powerful and she could do little more than admit the truth to him. “I am one fifteenth Succubus on my mother’s side,” she informed. “The Vypra name has been passed down from daughter to daughter for countless generations. My ‘mother’ is in fact the progenitor of our line. It’s easier for us to simply call her mother as opposed to great add infinitum Grandma,” Vypra said with a genuine laugh.

Xander stared at her in surprise. “I didn’t realize a Succubus could live that long,” he said.

“What have you read up on us?” Vypra wondered with a knowing smile.

Xander sighed – he would not be baited. “What any normal teenage boy with hormones would read up on. Actually if I recall the books Giles had on the subject referred to a Succubi as being pretty ugly – using her human form as a disguise because of it being a picturesque vision of human perfection. Apparently a Succubus has six breasts and a lot of horns and claws and other things,” he said.

Vypra shook her head. “Watchers,” she muttered. “They know nothing about true Succubi, the ones in those books are from outside this dimensional plane. Hence the ugly and deadly appearance.”

Xander studied Vypra closely. He’d obviously hit a nerve.

“Succubi are practically immortal. Very little can kill them and they do not age the same way as humans or other demonic species do. As long as they can sustain themselves on a diet of pure sexual lust they can maintain their existence for any number of years. Even centuries if they play their cards right and find a family to stick with that can produce a lot of horny little males to play with,” Vypra revealed with a playful little smirk.

Xander eyed her once again out of the corner of his vision as he studied the road signs. Something about them wasn’t right, but he couldn’t put his finger on just what that was. “So she’s been around for a long time then… guess she really liked the Arashikage if she devoted herself to the art of Ninjitsu,” he said. “I can’t help, but wonder though, why you are telling me all this.”

Vypra shot him a glare. “Because of what you are!” she snapped. “Succubi and Primals don’t mingle. Ever! It’s bad for all concerned because the Primal prefers cowed bitches to mate with, to be crass about it,” she added.

Xander shot her a glare. “I am not a Primal!” he denied. “At least not anymore. Parts of her just like to linger around… Snake-Eyes told me it was important I learn to listen to her advice. She calls me her avatar,” he explained with a sheepish expression and a slight shrug of his shoulders.

Vypra grinned. “Ah. Then you have received an animal guide. Interesting – she must have been quite taken with you,” she said the hint of amusement in her tone made her come off as smug.

“Hyena, and you probably know who leads their packs,” Xander spat out angrily. He hated being mocked by someone once they found out he’d become a female in a male’s body.

“Oh, mother is going to like you,” Vypra said.

“We’re meeting up with them?” Xander demanded.

Vypra smiled coyly her eyes batting as she studied the teenager with her. “I told you I could lead you to Storm Shadow, I never really said I knew exactly where he is. Only mom knows that. So you’re going to have to impress her a lot in order for her to toss aside our mission for Cobra Commander.” Vypra studied Xander appraisingly. “I think you’ll be more than up to that challenge. She always did like… Younger men,” she teased the teen with a rakish smile.

Xander growled slightly and hunkered down in his seat. Silently he vowed that one way or the other he was going to teach these damn Vypra women a major lesson. “Why the Arashikage Clan?” he asked deciding to resume the previous conversation.

Vypra shrugged. “Why not?” she asked. “Most Succubi spend a few hundred years or so with certain families before moving on. Something about the Arashikage really intrigued her. She’s never told us what.” Vypra smiled slightly. “Or didn’t you wonder why the Slayer hasn’t run into too many Succubi before now?”

“Mostly because they’re rare plus the Hellmouth really upsets them,” Xander said. “At least that’s what I figured. So… should I be worried about bumping into any Incubui?” he asked.

Vypra shuddered. “Stay away from Rome,” she told him and then focused once again on driving.

Xander figured that was good enough for him and settled back down for the drive.



Listening to this unusual conversation Trailbreaker did some checking up privately on the meanings of the terms being bandied around by the two passengers in his drivers’ compartment. What he found disturbed him. Mostly because these two humans did not come across as suffering from mental problems – therefore Trailbreaker could only conclude that they firmly believed in what they were talking about.

The hijacked Autobot didn’t like what this said about the state of this planet. It meant that there were things his human friends hadn’t known about – things that could even hurt young Daniel. The Autobots were highly protective of the Witwicky offspring and Trailbreaker didn’t like the thought that there was even the possibility of such creatures existing out there.

Vampires were bad enough. Perhaps it would be better to stick close to these humans and learn more about the wider world. If anything it made sense – it was just a pity that Hound wasn’t with him. He studied Earth culture a lot more than most of the other Autobots and probably knew more about these things.



Jerrica was extremely nervous. She’d called in some friends from the past in order to help move Synergy quickly and now they were here, but she wasn’t sure if she could face them. Not with the way things were between Rio and herself.

Jerrica felt lost. Trapped. She couldn’t escape her fate – her father had safe-guarded a type of technology that nobody had seen before. The Federal Government had once believed it was the product of a foreign government – Synergy was nothing like that – her father had been doing his best to create something that could benefit mankind.

Emmet Benton couldn’t have known that his secrets could lead to some very dangerous practices when he first started the project – Cobra hadn’t set foot on the global front and the Transformers were still dormant underneath a volcano. Then all hell broke loose.

Jerrica took a deep breath and put on a fake smile as she went to greet her guests. “Showtime, Synergy,” she told the computer.



Rio stood off to the side as Jem entered the room with a smile on. He hadn’t expected to see her here – considering she’d kind of vanished after the band stopped appearing publicly.

Danse greeted her with a warm and friendly smile. “It’s been a long time, Jem,” she said pleasantly.

Video smiled as well. Video had assumed the mantle of Lindsey Pierce when the woman retired – she was currently the host of her own music video show and doing quite well for herself – she moved to embrace Jem. “How’s everything?” she asked.

“Not good, Video,” Jem replied with a soft sigh.

“I understand we’re all a little concerned at this Cobra thing,” Danse said.

“More then you could ever hope to understand, Danse,” Jem said with a shake of her head. “No. I vowed to tell the truth this time. I need your help, all of you, Raya and Shana are going to be visiting Morvania for a little while. They’ve agreed to do this so they can help get some very sensitive equipment out of the country while Cobra is such a big threat,” she explained slowly moving towards Rio.

Rio eyed her and noticed for the first time the pain in her eyes and the haggard look to her appearance. “What kind of equipment?” he asked.

Jem frowned. “Something my father entrusted to me after his death,” she admitted.

“I didn’t know your father had died,” Video said sympathetically.

“Really? You mean you never once figured it out?” she asked with a mirthless laugh. “I thought perhaps there might have been enough evidence – despite my attempts to prove everyone otherwise – you see you knew about my father’s death from day one of our first meeting Video, Danse,” Jem said reaching up to touch one of her earrings out of habit. “Show’s over, Synergy,” she said.

The room lit up with a flash originating from Jem – and once it cleared Jerrica Benton stood before her friends exposed – a sad smile on her lips. “I never meant to keep this from you, Rio, I tried so hard to tell you so many times… But something always seemed to interfere,” she admitted.

Rio’s expression was one of surprise, pain, anger, sadness and even disgust.

Video on the other hand was simply shocked.

Danse stared at Jerrica with unblinking eyes trying to figure out how it was even possible for the two women to be one and the same.

“I can’t believe it!” Rio exclaimed bitterly. “You cheated on me as Jem!” he accused. “You lied to me, you deceived me! You know I can’t stand liars and deceivers, Jerrica,” he spat.

“Rio!” Jerrica snapped irritated at his display. “You’ve had the same hang up since we first met. The same problem and an irrational reaction of anger and hatred towards those who lied about something. You jumped to snap-judgments and you tortured me emotionally with the pain my deception forced on me.” Her accusatory tone brought Rio up short and she nodded. “That’s right, Rio, you’ve acted like a spoiled brat every time someone indirectly lied to you. It’s like you couldn’t rationalize it, you aren’t even the least bit curious as to how I pulled this off you’re just angry with me because I turned to another when your attitude towards my Jem identity made me feel…” Jerrica swayed slightly and touched her head feeling as though something was wrong.

“Jerrica!” Aja shouted rushing to keep her friend from collapsing.

“Jerrica? Who’s Jerrica, I’m Jem,” Jerrica said shaking her head slightly.

Aja’s eyes widened in shock.

Shana and Raya shared concerned looks.

“This did not go as expected,” a new voice remarked as Synergy created her avatar form in the room.

“I don’t understand. What’s happened, Synergy?” Raya asked.

“Jerrica has been exhibiting Schizophrenic tendencies for a very long time – it was what prompted me to suggest we limit her appearances as Jem. Now her anxiety over Rio’s reaction to her revealing the secret she has kept from him has resulted in her splitting off the Jem and Jerrica identities,” Synergy explained. “This incident is only a result of all the stress keeping me safe from Cobra has plagued on her since the message Cobra Commander gave out last night,” she added.

“What are you talking about, Synergy? I’m fine,” Jerrica said with a friendly smile. “Now I remember though. Jerrica is my business manager,” she added. “Where is she?” Jem asked.

“I did this?” Rio asked feeling unsettled.

Synergy shook her head. “You were an indirect cause. I’m afraid ever since Jerrica and the Holograms created the Jem identity to use to thwart Eric Raymond’s plans for Starlight Music Jerrica has been adding a lot of stress on her mind. It was inevitable that such a traumatic event as the thought of losing me would result in complete separation of the two identities,” Synergy explained.

“Who? Or what are you?” Danse asked curiously.

“My name is Synergy,” Synergy replied with a sad smile aimed at the guests. “I was built by Emmet Benton in the last years of his life to revolutionize the music industry. I am a super computer capable of generating holograms and light shows. Emmet programmed me using the recordings he’d saved of his late wife Jacqui Benton,” Synergy explained. “Jerrica and Kimber both feel a strong bond with me because of this. I am – in a way – a construct AI representation of their mother.”

“So that’s where Jerrica got the master tapes of her mom’s songs,” Rio said realizing something.

“Yes, Rio, I am the source of Jacqui’s music album,” Synergy confirmed with a soft smile. “I have treated all of the girls like daughters since meeting them. Knowing that they would need a confidant to speak to concerning their lives.” Synergy eyed Jerrica as she continued to stare at them like they were all crazy. Her expression was one of sadness. “My computer systems are unique. One of a kind – Jerrica was concerned that if I fell into the wrong hands I could be used for unspeakable evil.”

“How can a holographic generating super computer be used for evil?” Video asked.

Synergy turned to face the woman and approximated taking a deep breath. “It is the technology used in building me that could be used for great evil, Vivian, you see Emmet managed to create a remarkable thing when he built me. My systems are quite advanced even when we have Cybertronian Technology to base some of our recent advancements on. My operating system could be used for more than simply generating holograms,” she stated somberly.

“What are we going to do now?” Raya asked. “Jerrica has lost herself completely, Synergy,” she added tears of frustration pooling at the corners of her eyes. “We can’t exactly take her in to see a psychiatrist,” she added.

“I wish you’d stop talking about me as if I didn’t exist!” Jem shouted frustratedly. “I care for Jerrica too you know, if she’s in some kind of trouble maybe I can help. Now where is she?” she demanded putting her hands on her hips. It was disconcerting to see Jerrica speaking with Jem’s voice – even though technically it was the same voice – just pitched a little differently.

Synergy waved her hands and Jerrica once more became Jem. Then Jerrica Benton walked into the room from the hallway.

“I’m right here, Jem, and I’m fine,” she said with a laugh. “Are you going to help us get Synergy packed up?” she asked.

“Of course, Jerrica, she means a lot to me too,” Jem said with a friendly smile.

“I don’t like this,” Rio announced. “There’s got to be some way of helping Jerrica and Jem reconcile this problem.”

“If you’d only accepted her story, Rio, she wouldn’t have broke in the first place,” Aja accused angrily whirling on Rio.

“It’s not fair to blame Rio, Aja,” Shana said. “He couldn’t have known that reacting to Jerrica like that would do this,” she added. “I think it’s time we called Kimber in on this,” she said with a sense of finality in her tone.

“No!” Jerrica exclaimed. “She’s happy with Stormer, I can’t ask her to come back here now!”

“Synergy, why are you doing that?” Raya wondered.

“I have to make Jerrica’s hologram react as the real Jerrica would so Jem doesn’t leave,” she explained in a soft tone.

“If we take Synergy apart for transport she won’t be able to… help… Jerrica,” Aja pointed out.

“I’m still trying to cope with the fact that Jerrica and Jem has been the same person all this time,” Video admitted shaking her head. “Aren’t you the least bit upset that Jerrica didn’t confide in us, Danse?” she wondered turning on her friend.

Danse shook her head. “I understand why she kept it from us,” she said. “I won’t pretend that I’m not hurt that she didn’t trust us after the band faded from the limelight, but I’m not going to hold that against her,” she said.

“You’re great friends,” Jerrica said with a broad smile moving to hug Danse. The holographic image went right through her physical body.

Jem laughed as if nothing unusual had happened. “Come on. I want to show you Synergy,” she said.

“Go,” Shana told the others. “I’ll call Kimber,” she added in a softer tone.

“I just wish someone could have swept in and helped us out somehow,” Aja said with bitter regret. She was doing her best not to break down, but it was hard when Jem was acting like nothing was wrong.



Xander placed a hand on Vypra’s arm forcing her to stop driving. Their vehicle pulled to an unexpected stop and Xander glanced out the windows thoughtfully – something felt off and he couldn’t put his finger on what.

“What is it, Snake-Eyes?” Vypra asked with a teasing smile.

Xander frowned at her. “I’m not sure, but something is telling me we’re going the wrong way,” he said.

“This is the way to the closest mall outlet place,” Vypra pointed out.

“I know that!” Xander snapped irritated at the slightly older woman. “But for some reason I think we should be going that way,” he said pointing down the road in the opposite direction.

“This isn’t a remnant of your possession is it?” Vypra asked skeptically.

Xander shook his head. “No. It’s more like… Actually I’m not sure what it is honestly. I think it has something to do with the Arashikage Mindset,” he admitted.

Vypra eyed Xander with a curious expression. “That is a very difficult skill to master. Why would it be telling you to go somewhere?” she asked. “The Arashikage Mindset is more of a meditative technique,” she reminded.

Xander nodded. “I recall what it’s used for, Vypra. Turn us around,” he ordered.

Vypra shook her head. “We need to keep going. The sooner we leave this country the better, in case you’ve forgotten we’re fugitives from G I Joe and I don’t relish trying to ask Cobra Commander for passage out of America,” she stated.

“Trust me on this one, Vypra, the way for us leaving the country is that way,” Xander said with a knowing smile.

“But we haven’t contacted my mother and sister yet,” Vypra said agitatedly.

Xander chuckled slightly. “I have a feeling we can hook up with them while we’re dealing with whatever it is that’s drawing me to that unknown destination,” he said.

Vypra shook her head with a glower. “If you’re going to be that insistent,” she said shifting gears and executing a sharp u-turn. “But this better not be a wild goose chase,” she added acidly.

Xander smirked. “I have a feeling it’s going to be very important,” he muttered under his breath.



The head offices of Extensive Enterprises was large enough to leave a shadow over half the city when the sun was in the right location. The limousine supplied by MARS Industries was currently approaching the massive building with the twin girls seated in the back seat.

Willow examined her clothes distractedly.

Wolliw grinned as she stretched lavishly in the large comfortable seat. “I could definitely get used to this,” she stated running her fingers over the pleather with a broad smile.

“This isn’t what I thought we’d be wearing,” Willow admitted with a slight flush. “I’ve never worn anything this comfortable and revealing before at the same time,” she said.

Wolliw laughed. “You think this is comfortable and revealing?” she asked. The outfit she’d had Destro make for them was a plastic leather uniform a rich blue and purple combination. It consisted of three parts, the practical heelless shoes, the short skirt and the suit-style jacket that was actually lined with kevlar and showed a tasteful view of their cleavage without revealing too much skin.

Willow shot a glare at her ‘sister’. “And you don’t?” she demanded.

Wolliw shrugged. “I feel as if it is something we should be wearing more often. Although for missions I suspect it would be more practical to wear pants and maybe adopt a helmet of some type to protect our face,” she observed casually.

Willow sighed. “I am not wearing a Crimson Guard uniform,” she stated.

Wolliw nodded. “I am in complete agreement with you, Sister dear, I have already done some preliminary design work for our Cobra Uniform,” she informed.

Willow tapped her temple. “I know,” she reminded. “Do you think this is going to work?” she asked.

“Leave all the talking,” Wolliw began.

“To me,” Willow finished. “Understood, Wolliw, you can take point on this one,” she said with a slight smirk.

Wolliw leaned forward to eye the large office building they were pulling up to. “We are going straight to the top,” she said.

“And we won’t be coming down anytime soon,” Willow added joining her sister in studying the building. “How much are they worth again?” she asked.

“Thirteen point twelve Billion,” Wolliw informed. “Net, not Gross,” she added.

Willow smiled. “Hello, Daddy dearest,” she said adopting an expression more in keeping with her ‘evil’ twin.

“You have the computer?” Wolliw said. She already knew the answer.

Willow picked up the laptop. “As soon as we’re in I can set up our worm and begin hacking the data,” she said. “They won’t be able to stop us,” she added. “Cobra’s operating systems have been standard since the early days.”

Wolliw winked at her sister. “Wish us luck,” she said.

“We don’t need luck, we need to play this carefully,” Willow argued.

Wolliw curled her lip. “I know that!” she snapped.

“Sorry, this is my first time infiltrating a terrorist organization,” Willow apologized.

“Understandable, Sister dear,” Wolliw said. “Showtime,” she added.

Willow opened the door and slid out of the car in a sexy show for the people watching. She wasn’t comfortable, but she could pretend to be comfortable by drawing on Wolliw’s confidence. The two sisters wanted to show off a united front to keep any weaknesses from their father or his associates.



Xamot glanced out the window from the office while perusing the file on the Rosenbergs. He noticed the vehicle parked in front of the building and smiled.

Tomax got up from his desk. “Our nieces have arrived,” he said.

“Your nieces, brother dearest,” Xamot reminded.

“Are you still considering adoption of the Rosenbergs’ daughters?” Tomax asked curiously.

“The Rosenbergs’ were low-ranking servants, Tomax, believe me they will thank me for removing this obstacle from their lives,” Xamot informed.

“You are forgetting, Ira is already gone from this world,” Tomax reminded with a smile.

Xamot shrugged. “The price one pays for working for Cobra,” he said.

Tomax smiled. “Shall we go to meet them downstairs?” he asked.

“I believe we shall let them make the first move, brother Tomax,” Xamot replied with a grin.

Tomax chuckled. “This is going to be quite the first meeting,” he said.

Xamot simply smiled.



Rupert Giles rubbed at the bridge of his nose as he unlocked his apartment door and stumbled in. The night had been a long one and it hadn’t ended after Ethan’s little prank was dealt with.

The Autobot known as Vector Prime had come to him in the form of a being he called Mini-Con and explained to him the plan of his God. Higher Beings weren’t exactly new to Giles’ way of thinking, but this was the first one he’d ever encountered who took an active interest in fixing his mistakes.

And what a doozy that had been. The Hellmouths had been indirectly created due to the battle between two titanic forces of nature – Gods wasn’t enough of a descriptor to explain the being known as Primus and his dark ‘brother’ Unicron.

Giles was thoroughly exhausted. And he had a lot to do in order to prepare for the return of his charges once the current crisis was over. “Ruddy serpents,” he grumbled. “Perhaps I should contact my friend in the SAS and see about requisitioning some support for our beleaguered American allies,” he said thoughtfully.

“That won’t be necessary,” a voice whispered from the shadows of his apartment.

Giles had not recalled closing the curtains when he left for school the other day. “Who is there?” he demanded reaching for the only weapon he had on hand – unfortunately it wasn’t much of one considering the chances of a vampire being inside were fairly slim.

A man emerged from the shadows dressed in a red and black uniform. He was also wearing a mask. “The Lady McCullen has requested that we fetch her daughter’s watcher and Laird Destro agrees that your presence might be beneficial,” the man informed.

Giles eyed the ammo belt clipped around his waist and the loaded weapon holstered above his heart. “Would it be permissible to bathe and change these clothes first?” he asked figuring it was best to save the rest of his questions for a later time.

The masked man smiled. “Indeed you may, Sir Giles,” the man informed.

Giles eyed the man appraisingly. “Not many are aware of that particular aspect of my station,” he observed.

“Not many are privy to quite a number of things, Sir Giles,” the man stated matter of factly.

Nodding Giles entered the apartment proper and shut the door. “It shouldn’t take more than a few moments to clean up.” He started up the stairs.

The masked gentleman took a seat on his couch and patiently waited for his Lady’s guest to complete his preparations for the journey to Castle Destro. It would be a long trip – plenty of time for the knighted Watcher to get some rest – there was still another matter to be addressed by the Iron Grenadier though.

“Phase One complete,” he reported via the built-in radio for his mask.

“Understood, Sergeant Major, our forces are prepared to move against the Council,” his troops informed.

“Good. I want Travers dead by this evening and all records of Buffy Summers being the Slayer erased from every hard copy on hand. Burn the paper copies and remove all reference to the McCullen family being involved with the Watchers’ Council,” Sergeant Major instructed.

“It will be done, sir,” the trooper stated before cutting the communication.



Buffy smiled with delight as the wind whipped through her hair. She was sitting in the side-car of her ‘aunt’s’ ride and she was feeling refreshed and reinvigorated. Her mission to infiltrate the Dreadnoks had gone perfectly. Now the only thing she had to worry about was dealing with her ‘aunt’.

And her ‘uncle’ too of course. Zandar thought he was invisible – a Slayer however had enhanced hearing, sense of smell and other senses. She’d noticed him watching her ever since her arrival at Dreadnok HQ.

Buffy wondered though if she could pull off being Zanya in front of Cobra Commander. That’s where they were going right now – and part of her was terrified at the prospect of being shot by someone while pretending to be this thing that she wasn’t.

She was the Slayer. Not a Spy. She should be out fighting vampires, making smoochies with Angel and clubbing it up at the Bronze. Her life was just one big complex mess at the moment. She was the daughter of a McCullen. The niece of a ruthless despotic weapons manufacturer who had designs of global conquest. And in line to assume leadership of Military Armaments Research Syndicate – more commonly known by the acronym M.A.R.S.

Buffy felt like everything was rapidly spiraling out of control – and on top of all of this the Zanya personality felt and acted like a real person – almost as if her mind was shattered or splintered or something. If she lost sight of the mission – or if Zanya assumed total control – she could be in a lot of trouble.

She had to find a way to take a minute at some point and confront the Zanya personality using those mental thingy techniques Giles was attempting to teach her. Oh right – he said it was meditation – she had to stop playing the ditz if she was going to stay on the ball.

“We’re almost at our destination,” Zartan warned. “Leave the talking to me,” he added.

“Crikey, Zartan, do ya think he’ll let us have some fun?” Torch wondered with a smile.

“I have a feeling our mission is going to be loads of fun,” Zartan replied with a chuckle.

“Then let’s hurry up an’ get there!” Ripper shouted whooping as he revved his engine and darted ahead of Zartan.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Overgrown children,” she muttered. “This job should be a piece o’ cake,” she added with a vicious smirk. “Hope Willow is havin’ some fun.”



Trailbreaker pulled up in front of a large mansion on the outskirts of Los Angeles – well suburbs to be precise – the mansion was noticeably familiar to the humans in his drivers’ compartment. The male teenager seemed almost bemused at the fact they’d been brought to this place.

“How on Earth can we get help here?” Vypra demanded frustratedly.

Xander smirked. “Oh I think I figured it out,” he said. “That’s Starlight Mansion.”

“No really. And how exactly are we supposed to enlist a failing eighties rock band into getting us out of the country?” Vypra wondered with a sarcastic bite in her tone.

“Does that answer your question?” Xander asked indicating a group of women lugging something out the front door to a waiting van. “Looks to me like they’re in a hurry to get that stuff out of here,” he added.

“This is ridiculous!” Vypra snapped. “We are Red Ninja. Well almost in your case. We don’t need their help with evading Cobra’s watchful eyes,” she declared in a frustrated tone.

Xander shook his head. “Sorry I’m going to have to disagree with you there,” Xander said. “Wherever they’re bringing that stuff is really important, but I’m not sure why,” he added in a confused tone.

“This is not the Arashikage Mindset,” Vypra said. “This is something beyond what you are capable of. Someone is leading us here,” she added in a suspicious tone.

“Yeah. I think you’re right on that front, Vypra,” Xander agreed with a thoughtful expression. “But for some reason I’m not that concerned about it. Almost like… we’re meant to do this,” he added.

Vypra glared at him. “Whatever. If you’re so sure of yourself why don’t you try to find Storm Shadow on your own then?” she said with a sneer.

Xander turned to face her and laughed. Once again his animal side came out to play and Vypra shrunk back from his gaze. “That’s better,” he said. “Now. Honk the horn,” he ordered.

Vypra bit back a retort and did as she was instructed. She had a feeling though that this was a really bad idea.

To Be Continued…

The End?

You have reached the end of "Cobra Regenerated: Reborn" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 9 Oct 10.

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