All characters from the Dune Universe are property of the Frank Herbert Estate. All characters from the Buffyverse are Property of Joss Whedon. Everything else belongs to me.
Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic.
- From "The Sayings of Muad'Dib" by the Princess Irulan
Fatimah leapt from the flyer. She hit the ground running. Dust popped into the air as she pumped her legs in the hot sand. Her eyes were shut. The light from the impossible girl made the world a brilliant blindness. Fatimah viewed the world through other eyes. Her spice enhanced senses led her towards the thing she had come to see. The impossible girl tracked her. She screeched like a hawk. Her voice echoed in the desert air. The light died. Fatimah was only meters away from her prey. She leapt. The impossible girl pivoted and slammed the heel of her foot across Fatimah’s face knocking her backwards. Fatimah allowed her head to follow the blow draining it of its energy. Her Bene Gesserit training allowed her to divert the pain to a null point in her mind. Fatimah landed on her feet and stood with her back straight.
“I mean you no harm.” She said to the impossible girl. Fatimah’s use of the voice was excellent. The impossible girl relaxed. Her torn clothing waved in the wind like rags. Her face was like that of a doll drawn by a madman. Her eyes were pinpoints of pure black. The two women stood there looking at each other for long moments. Fatimah could feel waves of supernatural energy radiating off the strange girl. The impossible girl felt the energy radiating off of Fatimah. Over the last five hundred years the Bene Gesserit had maintained Leto’s breeding program in secret. They had requested many genetic samples from the Tleilax breeding tanks. Fatimah wondered if this girl was the result of Bene Gesserit experiments.
“You are the emissary?” The impossible girl asked. Fatimah knew she couldn’t hide her true nature from one such as this.
“Yes.” Fatimah said. “I am the emissary of the Destroyer.”
“Then you are the enemy.” The impossible girl said as she opened the palm of her hand and blasted the emissary with a ray of pure white light. Fatimah lay in the sand as her vision faded. Smoke curled off of her body. The world went black around her. The last thing she could hear was the rushing of water and the sounds of birds. She awoke aboard the flyer. Reverend Mother Basilah was at the helm. Fatimah rested her head in the lap of her professor.
“You are either very brave or very foolish.” He said. Fatimah could hear the concern in his voice. “You are fortunate to be alive.” Fatimah sat up. Her head throbbed slightly. She rolled her eyes upwards and meditated. It took her only a few moments to compartmentalize the pain. She turned to face the professor.
“I’m fine.” She said. There was a awkward silence.
“So what was that?” Abd asked. “Why was it so important for us to see that strange girl?” Reverend Mother Basilah already had her story prepared.
“You seek to understand the mysteries of Arrakis.” She said. “There are some things that must be seen before they are believed.”
“But that girl….” Abd said. He was frightened for her. “Are we going to help her? What was that glow?” Abd strained to locate her tiny figure against the sand dunes.
“We will deal with her.” Reverend Mother Basilah said. “Members of the chapterhouse are on their way to her now. We have other priories. Wouldn’t you agree Fatimah?” Fatimah remained silent. Abd looked between the Reverend Mother and his assistant. There seemed to be something between them. The flyer banked as it came upon the first item listed in the professor’s itinerary. Beneath them were mounds of ruins. The white marble shards of a once great palace was scattered over thousands of square meters. Abd watched the ruins for minutes before he understood what he was looking at.
“The royal palace!” he exclaimed.
“Yes.” Confirmed Reverend Mother Basilah. She brought the flyer around for another view.
“It’s in the wrong place!” he said. Abd was astonished. Every map and textbook he had read placed the royal palace in the center of the Arrakis capital city. These ruins were literally on the other side of the planet. Something has grabbed the royal palace and flung it on the other side of Arrakis. Abd checked his current coordinates. They were near the mythical Sietch Jacurutu. Jacurutu was a den of water thieves hunted into obviation by the fremen over three thousand years ago.
The flyer landed. A cloud of dust filled the air. The three travelers left the ship and made their way to the ruins. Professor Abd led the way, followed by Fatimah then Reverend Mother Basilah. Abd eyed the huge blocks of faded white marble stained with a yellow tint by the burning Arrakis sun. His eyes were wide with wonder. He could spend decades examining this single structure. Something caught his eye in the ruins. He slowly walked up to it. On a single remaining wall there was a faded portrait hidden behind protective plaz. He brushed the dust away. The portrait was the image of a young man with dark skin, raven black hair and blue within blue eyes. Around his neck was the Atreides family crest. He was dressed in a black stilsuit. Embossed on gold letters along the top of the stilsuit were ancient human words “Geist und Fleisch
“Sprit and Flesh.” Abd translated. It took him a moment to accept what he was seeing. When he could, he was floored. This was a portrait of the third
“Impossible.” He said. His eyes drank in every detail of the portrait. He failed to notice Fatimah behind him wipe a single tear from her eye.