Chapter One (Rewrite)
Ship of the Line: Intrepid
This is in answer to Zaion’s challenge 7035: Ship of the Line. I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Stargate, nor Traveller. Traveller is a Hard Science Fiction pen and paper RPG created by Mark Miller and originally published by Game Designer’s Workshop and under license by other entities including Steve Jackson Games as part of their Generic Universal Role-Playing System (GURPS). Buffy the Vampire Slayer is owned by Joss Whedon. Stargate: SG-1 is the property of Brad Wright and Jonathan Glassner.
Ethan’s Unique Costumes and Surplus read the sign over the door of the shop Xander and his friends entered to find their costumes for Mr. Snyder’s Halloween escort assignment they all were dragooned into. Inside Xander looked over the clothing in Ethan’s large selection of military, police, and government surplus section.
Ethan’s had opened recently and was run by an expatriate British subject named Ethan Rayne. Xander originally had thought to come here and get a toy M16 and go as his Uncle Rory Harris a veteran of the USMC who served from July of 1967 to just recently having retired with thirty years of service. Rory retired having reached the rank of Master Gunnery Sergeant and Xander had cabbaged onto some of Rory’s older rank pins and some Anchors and Globes.
Xander’s other uncle; Admiral Bartholomew Mancuso’ his mother’s older brother gave him his old Submariner’s coveralls. So Xander had an idea thanks to his mother trashing his set of Uncle Rory’s Vietnam Era Jungle Fatigues.
He kept Uncle Bart’s old uniforms in the Navy issue foot locker his uncle gave him. Xander was going to use on of the blue coveralls with a set of Uncle Bart’s Navy Captain’s Eagles. He was going as the commanding officer of a Terran Confederation Armored Cruiser. His personal campaign of Traveller was set in the period of the last of the Interstellar Wars between Earth and the Vilani Empire.
His idea was to fix up every one of his friends as members of his crew. So that his group could go as Spacers and not Submariners or Surface Force Navy personnel Xander had his Uncle Bart get him some Navy Astronaut pins and Naval Flight Officer Badges and some Navy Aviators Badges. For Buffy he thought she would be a perfect Marine Gunnery Sergeant or even an officer so he would let her pick her rank insignia pins after getting her into a set of USMC utilities he already had selected in her size. Rory had got him a set of subdued officer’s rank pins from Second Lieutenant up to Major. He also selected a set for her slightly younger twin sister Dawn.
Seeing Dawn looking bored Xander walked up to her. The twin to Buffy was standing beside Ethan’s counter as her sister and Willow were arguing over the costume Willow would wear. Rumor was that Willow wanted to wear something that would impress him, but Xander saw her as the sister he never had. Yet the two best female friends he ever had were arguing over Willow going as the ghost she usually did or going as well it looked either like an Amazon costume or something from one of those post-holocaust movies they loved to show on the Sci-Fi channel. “Ahem, ladies, I believe I have a solution to this conflict of opinions,” said the patron of the store Ethan Rayne, his accent giving him away as a son of Great Britain the land of Tweed in Xander’s opinion.
Willow and Buffy looked at him curiously. “We do this how?” Willow asked. She was not so sure she wanted to dress in what she saw as a medieval harlot’s clothing. Yet she also didn’t want to go as a sheet with eye holes either. “I mean how can Buffy inspire her boyfriend and I let Xander know that I am a woman too?”
Ethan smiled as he knew that lately Xander and Willow ran their Traveller campaign in his spare store room in the back loft of his store. “Well in homage to your fascination with the game Traveller I’ve created a set of Terran Confederation Navy uniforms and Terran Confederation Marine Corps ones as well.” He guided Buffy and Willow over to a section of black BDUs and coveralls as well as BDUs in a three-toned grey camouflage pattern similar in look to the Armed Forces tri-color desert BDUs. “These ladies after much studying and investigation are I assure you authentic Terran Confederation Armed forces uniforms of the period of the late Interstellar Wars just as you, Willow and Xander play in my loft.” Buffy nodded in understanding, because she had joined Willow and Xander’s game not long after coming to Sunnydale. In those days Jessie was still alive. Dawn joined their group a little while later.
Xander overheard this and let the police style black BDUs fall back into line on their racks. As he came over to the section Ethan was showing his friends he saw also there were replicas of KG56A3 Gauss Rifles, KH301 Gauss Light Support Weapons, KP4 Gauss Pistols, and KMP7 Gauss Submachine Guns. On the wall rack was also a replica of a LEMB20 Electromagnetic Battle Rifle. In the Interstellar Wars era of the Traveller timeline the LEMB was the heavy sniper rifle and anti-material rifle of the Terran Confederation Marine Corps. Also there were replica suits of Terran Confederation Marine Corps and Terran Confederation Army Combat Armor. In the game these suits were combination body armor and space suits for the Marines and the soldiers of the Terran Confederation Army.
The TCAF or Terran Confederation Armed Forces used a rank system similar to those of the United States Armed Forces. So Xander smiled as he saw the array of uniforms and gear Ethan seemed to have manufactured or had made for him. “Willow, why don’t we go as our characters from our Traveller campaign?” As he asked her that question he spied sever other people looking over the array of Terran Confederation, Solomani Confederation, Third Imperium, Vilani, and even Zhodani uniforms and gear that Ethan somehow had acquired.
Willow and Buffy looked over the selections. Dawn went straight for the TCMC tri-toned grey MARPAT style utilities, a light body armor cuirass, a tactical loadbearing vest, a gauss pistol, a TCMC issue combat knife, and a gauss rifle along with two filtration canteens and a short range communicator. Xander smiled as he knew Dawn would go for the look of her TCMC Master Gunnery Sergeant. Her character was the senior NCO of the INTREPID’s Ship’s Troops.
There were the uniforms of the Freetrader Beowulf and other Merchant clothing and gear, Imperial Interstellar Scout Service Uniforms, Imperial Regency Intelligence Service, etc. He also noticed that Ethan had several copies of both Rebel Alliance and Galactic Empire uniforms from the Star Wars saga. These included multiple sets of Storm Trooper body armor. As much as he loved Star Wars, he loved Traveller better.
Xander saw and selected a Terran Confederation Navy Officer’s duty dress uniform. Then he selected one of the Gauss Pistols, a pistol belt with a holster and pouches, and short range communicator. “Come on Dawn, Buffy and Wills let’s do this,” Xander said watching the other two girls finally pick outfits to match their characters from the Intrepid Campaign.
As Xander and his girls picked and selected their costumes another customer or rather pair of customers, a middle aged woman and a teenaged girl were selecting the costumes of the Imperial Interstellar Scout Service. The woman had a familiar air about her. And the girl felt slightly like the older of the Summers’ twins to him. He saw that Xander and his friend had their costumes selected so he went over to the two new comers. “Hello, I’m Ethan Rayne the proprietor of this establishment. May I assist you with your selections?” he asked.
Diana Dormer looked up from the IISS Scout uniform she was looking at. “Um… Yes you may. I like this costume what does it represent?”
Ethan smiled hearing her British accent which placed her as coming from the Midlands, “This, my lady is a uniform of an Imperial Interstellar Scout Service Scout. In the Traveller milieu these were the eyes and ears in the stars for the Third Imperium of Humanity in this arm of the Milky Way Galaxy. By our reconning the scouts serve nearly three to five thousand years into our future. They are hardy souls both men and women who tread upon unexplored worlds, meet new races or lost colonies of humans, and carry out the first contacts of the Third Imperium.”
“Does this make them something like the people in Star Trek?” Diana asked.
“Not exactly miss…”
“Dormer, Diana Dormer.”
“Ah Diana, it’s all right to call you Diana?”
“As it is Diana the Imperial Scouts work either as individuals or as small teams of up to seven people. Upon their mustering out often they receive a surplus scoutship as a benefit, but with the proviso that they are subject to recall if the Imperium faces an extreme emergency. Otherwise they can use the ship for their own purposes,” Ethan said smiling at the knowledge he had gained during his jaunts researching all this collection.
Diana smiled saying, “I will take this costume and any accoutrements that go with it.”
Ethan smiled again noticing that the teenaged girl with her had picked out the costume of an Imperial Marine Corps Special Operations operative. This one was that of a Lance Corporal. She had picked out the Imperial version of the Gauss Rifle, a gauss pistol, a combat knife, body armor, and a tactical vest. Diana helped her to complete the set up with a short range communicator and the helmet that went with the body armor. Ethan smiled as some of the Sunnydale High School football team had taken the IMC Battledress powered armor and as far as they knew mockups of IMC issue Fusion Gun Man Portables. These were the later models that didn’t need the powered armor, but the lads took the armor anyway saying the suits looked far cooler than those the Storm Troopers, a group of young men from the local campus of the University of California, were selecting.
Even Ripper and his latest girlfriend got into the act. Ripper, er, Rupert Giles took the costume of a Colonial Fleet Admiral and Jenny Calendar took a tasteful reddish brown business suit which according to the description from the fact sheet he took with it was an outfit belonging to one Laura Roslin.
Some of Cordelia Chase’s friends took flight suits to be used by the characters Lieutenant Kara Thrace and Lieutenant Margaret Edmondson. Another of her friends took an outfit said to belong to one Model Six and a teenager named Daniel Osborne took one belonging to a character named Leoben Conoy or Model Two.
Warren Mears, Andrew and Tucker Wells along with Jonathan Levinson purchased the costumes of the officers and crew of a Freetrader. They purchased the airsoft replicas of Terran civilian versions of the TCAF issue standard firearms and various communicators, medical aid kits and portable sensors to complete their look. The officers and crew of the MV Leonidas were ready for adventure.
The stage was set, now for him to raise the current for tonight’s performance.
Ethan smiled as he knew this was going to be a Halloween Sunnydale would not soon forget. After his shop was nearly emptied and he had helped young Xander to procure a Terran Confederation Navy Command Officer’s uniform for himself, a Navy Engineering Officer’s uniform for Willow and a TCMC utility uniform and gear for Buffy. The uniforms included the replica weapons and gear needed to complete them. Willow and Buffy had helped to pay for their purchase which included another TCMC uniform for Buffy’s sister Dawn. Dawn and Buffy were twins, though it was faternal not identical. Dawn was the younger by thirty minutes. Yet she was a whole head taller than Buffy. Yes Ripper’s Slayer was going to be so much more different than anyone even the Powers thought she would be after this. Ethan knew from a vision from Janus that he was going to be instrumental in derailing a plan of the Powers that Screw. This warmed his heart. Oh the Slayer won’t lose any of her power in the long run, but she won’t be the useless eighteenth century noble woman originally planned by the Powers either.
Through a dimension travel spell Janus had taught him Ethan had been to the universe where Xander and Willow’s characters were from. Their uniforms were the real thing along with their weapons and gear. All he needed to remove the glamor making them seem to be toy versions was to cast the spell tonight that will turn everyone into their costumes. As he packaged up their purchases he made sure that Buffy and Dawn had full TCMC combat kit including two full sets of the body armor or TCMC Combat Armor. “Don’t worry I’ll have the armor ready and at your home before you have to be at the High School for Snyder’s escort duty,” He added as they packed up their purchases.
Later after seeing to his promises to his customers he smiled to himself as he had outfitted several DnD Drow, elves, humans, etc. as various classes of that game; he had outfitted some Mechwarriors, Star Wars Rebels and Imperials, several factions from various eras of the Traveller universe. There were even characters from the Star Trek television programs, movies, and the role playing games. He had even some characters of a reimaging of the Battlestar Galactica television program which at this time was still in development.
Then after he closed, finished making all his deliveries and returned to the shop Ethan sat down in his office and design room in a protective circle before an altar to Janus with a bust of the Roman god as its center peace. Before he started his ceremony and ritual Ethan smirked as he lit the candles he had arranged around the circle and the altar. In the case of Xander and the other Scoobies, Earth will acquire a needed technology for its defense or so Janus showed him in the vision.
Then there was Cordelia Chase, Ethan smirked to himself as he thought about her. Party Town had an accident. It seems they had a poorly installed electrical control panel. There was a short circuit that initiated a fire. The store lost its entire inventory. Ethan convinced Cordelia to become a Terran Confederation Navy Intelligence Officer assigned as the Communications Officer on board the Intrepid. This would make the actual tiefling have to work with the Slayer and her friends. Who would have thought that the Powers would have hidden this seer amongst the humans of this world and dimension?
It was time for him to start the ritual for the incantation. He knelt on both knees before the low table of the altar. With a ceremonial dagger he drew a cut on each palm. As he chanted the words of the spell he used his blood from the cuts on his eyelids like a woman using eye shadow. After he said the last and most important verse of the incantation he stared up at the ceiling of his office smiling as he said, “Showtime.”
Prior to Ethan starting the ritual that would forever change many of the denizens of Sunnydale, Xander arrived at the Summers’ house to get Willow, Buffy, and Dawn. He walked up to the sidewalk to their porch, stepped up the steps, strode to their front door, and then knocked.
Joyce Summers opened the door wearing the uniform of a Starfleet Medical Officer from the time of Voyager. She eyed young Xander in his immaculate Terran Confederation Navy Captain’s uniform. “Captain Harris your crew are ready for your inspection,” she said as she non-verbally invited him in.
She stood behind him as he said, “Group Atten-shun!” Joyce smiled as first Willow, then Buffy, and Dawn each came to a perfect military position of attention in a nice three person rank. Willow was dressed as a TCN Engineering Officer with the rank of Lieutenant Commander.
Buffy wore TCMC Utilities with the rank of TCMC Captain, and Dawn wore the same, but with the rank of TCMC Gunnery Sergeant. Each of her girls was decked out in full TCMC combat kit for ground operations. They wore only light body armor, tactical loadbearing vests, their sidearms, combat knives, medical aid kits, and carried their Gauss Rifles.
Willow wore Duty Dress Uniform, a pistol belt with a Gauss Pistol in its holster, a sheathed TCN combat knife, pouches with tools and diagnostic gear, an aid kit, and a communicator. Xander was similarly attired and outfitted except for the tools. He did have a TCN hand held sensor unit though. Each kid had what looked like a wrist band, but it was actually a replica of a TCAF issue wrist comp or wrist computer.
“I see that Sunnydale is in the protective hands of the Terran Confederation Military tonight. I’ll just be over at my gallery. We’re doing a Star Trek themed event tonight to raise money for local charities. You kids have a good evening. Don’t forget to call when you’re done.” She walked out the kitchen door. Buffy, Dawn, Willow and Xander smiled as they heard the Mom Mobile start up and drive off.
Eyeing Willow and Buffy while noting how well they filled out their uniforms Xander smiled and said, “Lieutenant Commander Rosenberg, Captain Summers, I think I will swear off spandex forever!”
Dawn smirked then saying, “That’s because Captain Harris sir, we tailored our uniforms to fit better and not to look so frumpish!” She smiled as did her sister and their friend Wills. Then she checked out Xander’s uniform saying, “We’ve got to send thank you notes to your Uncle Rory and Uncle Bart after these. The rank insignias were authentic US Navy and USMC issue and very close to those of the Terran Navy and Marine Corps.” Willow smiled as she saw how well Xander filled out his uniform from the black beret down to the highly polished black deck boots.
On each of their uniforms was the patch for the TCS Intrepid the class-ship of the INTREPID-Class Battlecruisers. The ship’s motto was embroidered on the patch: In Mare in Caelo or In the Sea, In Heaven. In its middle was the image of the Battle Cruiser superimposed over that of the WW2 aircraft carrier.
Willow knew the Intrepids were the same displacement as the Franco-British designed Indomitables, but named for famous Second World War American Aircraft Carriers and Russian Naval Commanders. They also were a bit roomier, though being as her character was in on the design of the ships not by much. The Russo-American designed Intrepids were heavier gunned and carried a full 120 person company of Marines.
Rather than a Repulsor Bay weapon the Intrepids had laser turrets for anti-fighter and anti-missile weapons. They also had anti-fighter missile turrets. They had the 24th Century’s version of the Aegis sensor, weapons, and communications system to coordinate their battle space with the Fletcher-Class Frigates and the Morris-Class Destroyers.
The Sino-Russo-American faction of the Terran Confederation Military saw a battle group as a total weapons system not a small fleet of ships. Xander knew this and knew that in their time period the Intrepid Battle Groups owned their battle space better than the Franco-British led Euro-Union designed Indomitable Battle Groups did.
The Intrepids also had one heavy meson cannon as their main battery, fusion cannon bays and missile bays as their secondary batteries and fusion cannon turrets as the tertiary batteries. Willow smiled thinking back to that night when she and Xander worked through the ship building rules in GRUPS: TRAVELLER Starships. They had developed the Intrepids to be the spear tips of the Terran Confederation Navy.
Still at the time in the Traveller future history that Xander, Willow, Buffy, and Dawn decided to depict their faction’s portion of the Terran Confederation Armed Forces Earth had the Vilani on the ropes after three centuries of nearly uninterrupted war. The Intrepid was their ship from their game. They had their pen and paper campaign going on and were in play by email and by newsgroup scenarios with Warren Mears, Andrew and Tucker Wells, and Jonathan Levinson’s the Freetrader Leonidas Campaign.
Those four were the command crew of the Freetrader Leonidas, a Hero-Class Private Merchant Packet Ship. In the play by email and newsgroup sessions the Intrepid often rescued the Leonidas from either Vilani merchant raiders or Vilani Imperial naval vessels and the occasional pirate. So Xander knew at least some of the Officers and Crew of the Intrepid and the Crew of the Leonidas were escorting kids from Sunnydale’s two Elementary and one Middle School this evening as per that Feringi Troll Snyder’s orders.
The two crews met up at Sunnydale High School, drew their wards, and went off on their merry ways into the one night of the year it was actually safe to walk the evening streets of the Dale. All the vampires, demons, and other creepy-crawlies stayed in their lairs on this evening. Xander saw squads of Jedi, a few Sith, Storm Troopers and Rebel Alliance Troops leading small parties of trick or treaters into the night cloaked streets of Sunnyhell’s residential areas.
He had his crew take charge of six to eight kids dress as anything from pirates to monsters each and go down separate streets. As he was watching his charges something came over him and the world went dark. A few moments later Captain (CAPT) Alexander Harris commanding officer of the TCS Intrepid BC-100 awoke hearing the growls of alien creatures and the screams of terrified citizens. As soon as he regained his footing he drew both his gauss pistol and his short range communicator.
“This is Captain Alexander Harris to any Terran Confederation personnel on this world do you copy?” he shouted into the handheld device about the size of a Motorola Family 2-Way Radio. He checked the loads of his pistol and saw he had non-lethal tranq rounds loaded. When one of the little aliens attacked an elderly human woman he shot the demon. His pistol itself made no noise, but there was the ultra-sonic crack of the round travelling faster than sound to its target. The fast acting sedative in the round took the monster down in its tracks and its victim managed to get indoors before any other of the various creatures attacked her.
“We seem to be in a riot at the moment. All Terran Confederation personnel military or civilians on this planet rally to me!” CAPT Harris shouted into his comm unit. “Roger Wilco Captain, this is Captain Elizabeth Summers, I’m with my sister Master Gunnery Sergeant Dawn Summers we have some troops saying they’re with something called the Federated Suns Seventh Armored Cavalry Regiment. They’re armed similar to us and we’ve banded together for mutual protection. We’ll be at your location soon.” Checking his wrist-comp which he had set for receiving TCAF transponders he saw that there were at least six other contacts besides his. Two of those were on their way towards his.
A half a block away from CAPT Harris, LCDR Cordelia Chase was fending off an attack by something that resembled a wolf walking on two legs. They had been fighting for several minutes after she awoke from whatever knocked her out. Finally using her TCN issue gauss pistol she put the creature asleep with a tranq round. She looked down at the creature that attacked her. It resembled a werewolf from either horror stories or from fantasy role playing games.
Tranq rounds use a strong non-lethal sedative and are used shipboard on Terran Navy and various Terran registered civilian ships to suppress boarders. Using regular firearm ammunition can risk hull breaches so non-lethal ammunition is preferred over standard projectile ammunition for firearms and gauss weapons. The tranq rounds also were good for when you want to get out of a dangerous situation without killing anyone. Terran Confederation Navy Intelligence Officers also carry them to sedate unruly detainees during interrogations. Had the creature been more of a threat Cordelia had her TCN issue combat knife.
Here she was on a primitive Earth about to contact someone who may know what is going on. Cordelia half a city block away saw an officer in TCN duty dress armed with a gauss pistol and talking into a handheld communicator. She took hers out of its holster on her belt and tuned it until she heard the other Officer sending out a request for all TCN officers and other personnel to rally to his position.
Hearing the call of her ship’s commanding officer Cordelia started to head toward the place CAPT Harris said to go. Only before she took five steps a British accented voice said, “Are you going to leave this Vargr behind sedated like this? Not only is it bad form miss, but it endangers him to what is going on in this town.”
Turning around she saw a woman in her thirties or early forties with a Marine Lance Corporal of some kind in her late teens or early twenties. Looking at the older woman Cordelia impatiently said, “What the heck is a Vargr and who are you two?”
“I’m Diana Dormer, former Scout Commander of the Imperial Interstellar Scout Service and this is Lance Corporal Faith Lehane of the Imperial Marine Corps’ Special Operations Command,” said the woman. Then Dormer went on to say with an air of knowledge on strange races, “A Vargr is an uplifted genetically altered sentient and sapient species of Canis Lupis Familiaris or Dog. The range in appearance from something resembling a wolf to some looking like mastiffs and others looking like Cocker Spaniels or other breeds. Lance Corporal Lehane would you mind so much picking up the good doggie here and carrying with us. From the small darts in his hide you used tranquilizer rounds on him, yes?”
Cordelia nodded. “Yes he attacked me and I defended myself non-lethally. Had I been on a planet we’ve just occupied from the Vilani Empire the encounter would have ended much differently. I would still be alive to make the report, but him that’s another story.”
Lehane looked coldly down at the crumpled Vargr corsair and nodded saying, “Yes ma’am.” Then she picked up the wolf-like creature as if he were not heavy at all. She draped him over her shoulder saying, “Where to ma’am?”
Dormer looked at the other woman, the one in some sort of Navy uniform and said, “Yes that is the most pertinent issue this evening isn’t it; where to?” The question sounded like she was still peeved at Cordelia’s abruptness earlier, and she also was curious as to where they would go next.
“My commanding officer has called on all Terran Confederation personnel to rally to his position, which is just over there,” Cordelia said pointing with her hand where CAPT Harris stood. Then she took in a breath relaxing a bit and said, “I’m Lieutenant Cordelia Chase, Terran Confederation Naval Intelligence and a Communications Officer onboard the TCS Intrepid.”
CAPT Harris looked around until he saw a trio of women walking up to him one of them wearing TCN duty dress armed with a gauss pistol and wearing insignia for TCN Naval Intelligence Command on her epaulets and the patch for the Intrepid on her left sleeve at the shoulder. She came up, saluted, and said, “I’m Lieutenant Cordelia Chase; I’m in the Communications Division on the Intrepid.” CAPT Harris returned her salute saying, “I’m Captain Alexander Harris, commanding officer of the TCS INTREPID. For now Lieutenant Chase you’ll be my Chief Communications Officer until we can contact the ship and find out what’s happening.”
He looked at the other two women with her and the elder of the two said, “I’m Scout Commander Diana Dormer of the Imperial Interstellar Scout Service and this young woman with me is Imperial Marine Corps Lance Corporal Faith Lehane. We came upon your Lieutenant here after she had a rough encounter with our canine companion here.”
CAPT Harris looked over at LCpl Lehane’s left shoulder where she had a dog or wolf like creature slung over it. “I see and what species is your prisoner?” he asked. He noticed the creature was armed and went about disarming it before they continued with the impromptu debriefing.
LT Chase looking over at the unconscious Vargr said with some distain in her voice, “That sir according to Scout Commander Dormer is a Vargr. It seems his race was some ancient uplift of either wild wolves or domesticated dogs by one of the precursor races. We brought him along so he wouldn’t get injured by one of these rioting aliens.” She then looked to her commanding officer and asked, “What are your orders, sir?”
CAPT Harris thought fully looked at the trio of women and their prisoner. “We need to establish a safe location to organize and plan a domestic disturbance suppression operation. I have already given a command for any Terran Confederation Armed Forces in this community to rally here.”
LT Chase looked up the cross street seeing what looked like a mixed platoon of Marines coming their way. In the lead was Capt. Elizabeth Summers, the CO of the Intrepid’s Ship’s Troops Detachment or STD. With her were MGySgt Dawn Summers, her twin and younger sister and three squads each of foreign troops.
The when Capt Summers and her little command arrived CAPT Harris took her report which she ended by saying, “After we formed up this provisional platoon we secured a house at 1630 Revello Drive. I left a mixed fire team there. I left one each of the Federated Suns, Third Imperium Imperial Marines, and Galactic Empire Strom Troopers to secure the house. The residence is no more than a frame construction house, but it should work as a place to use as a base for now.”
Captain Harris looked at the group he now had then made a quick decision, “Let’s displace from this position and withdraw to this 1630 Revello Drive. There we can continue to contact other personnel in order to coordinate some sort of plan for restoring order in this community.” He looked around at everyone with him. The Federated Suns riflemen, the Imperial Marines, and Imperial Storm Troopers all nodded as did Capt and MGySgt Summers.
“In that case sir, I and Lance Corporal Faith Lehane of the Imperial Marine Corps Special Operations Command and Scout Dormer here will help you to set up a perimeter there,” said LT Chase checking the loads on her gauss pistol. “Lance Corporal since the Terran Confederation Armed Forces seems to be the senior forces here; you now are seconded to us understand?”
LCpl Lehane sat down the Vargr after securing his hands and feet with speed cuffs. Then she looked back at LT Chase and said, “Yes sir.” She then checked the loads in her gauss rifle which looked similar to the latest version of the one issued to the TCAF troops. Then as they made to withdraw to this house Capt Summers talked about she picked up the unconscious Vargr again.
At the Revello Drive location Galactic Imperial Army Lieutenant Riley Finn tapped one of the Federated Suns privates and one of the Third Imperium Corporals to be his ad hoc fire team as Capt Summers took the rest of the provisional platoon in search of her ship’s CO. Now here in this house Riley set up a small perimeter. He took the front or living room and sent the Federated Suns private up stairs to take an observation post in one of the rooms where he could watch the street better.
Now the Third Imperium’s Imperial Marine he sent back to the kitchen to keep an eye on the back of the house through the back door. After talking with the Marine and learning that the man’s Fusion Gun Man Portable was more powerful than his blaster carbine Riley figured that the man was better positioned there.
Riley had taken off his helmet for a bit to get some unfiltered air. He was monitoring the communications channel that Capt Summers had given him. The breaking of the static alerted him to a message coming through. “Lieutenant Riley, this is Captain Summers I am coming in with the rest of the platoon and some extras…” That was when the door opened letting in the TCMC Captain, her Master Gunnery Sergeant, another Marine, a man and a woman dress in Naval uniforms and a woman dressed like an independent freighter’s captain. Oh and someone who looked like an anorexic short Wookie.
Once in at the senior looking Naval officer’s orders Captain Summers deployed the remaining members of his squad and the other two. Then after Riley was introduced to Captain Alexander Harris commanding officer of the TCS INTREPID the Captain said, “Mister Riley since this is Earth all be it a primitive Earth and I am the senior Earth officer present will you take orders from me until we can repatriate you with the Galactic Imperial forces?”
Riley thought it over so far he was following the orders of the diminutive Terran Confederation Marine Corps Captain so to do so under her superior officer, made sense to him. “Yes I will Captain Harris so long as I am not ordered to fire upon my comrades in arms from the Galactic Imperial Army or Navy.” He said this and came to attention saluting Captain Harris.
In a remote hangar of the Sunnydale Industrial Airport, one that was not used by any company currently, a small starship began to solidify. In orbit a similar situation was occurring with a capital ship of the Terran Confederation Navy. In another remote location something resembling a utility helicopter sized streamlined box with its own oscillating red eye began to form as well. On the street near a currently unconscious Willow Rosenberg an AC-230 Arapaho Assault Craft sometimes also called a Higgins Boat came into being.
On a nearby street LCDR (Lieutenant Commander) Willow Rosenberg awoke from whatever knocked her out and she looked around at the chaos around her knowing something had sparked a riot. She also noticed a Higgins Boat or an assault craft from her ship. She must have used it to get down here before the riot broke out. She keyed in her security code and opened the hatch letting her into the small twenty dton shuttle craft. The ship was the size of a Twentieth or Twenty-First Century medium utility helicopter like the Russian Mi-8 Hip, but designed to fly using its contra-gravity lifters from the surface to space with but a single stage. Like every officer in the TCN she was rated to fly just about every small craft the Navy had. She went through her preflights as she watched through the canopy of the cockpit the small alien monsters terrorizing the local residential area she was in. Once she was sure the ship would fly safely she let it lift into the air using its CG lifters. That was when she heard CAPT Harris trying to reach any Terran Confederation personnel on the planet.
“Captain Harris, this is Commander Rosenberg, I have a Higgins Boat and can pick you and anybody with you up. I am reading on the boat’s sensors that the Intrepid is in geosynchronous orbit above us too. Should we meet where you’re at and then go to the ship to plan what to do about this riot?” Willow asked as she flew the ship in the direction of CAPT Harris’ transponder signal.
CAPT Harris told her to find 1630 Revello Drive. He had himself, Captain and Master Gunnery Sergeant Summers, Lieutenant Chase, a Lance Corporal Lehane, a Scout Commander Dormer, nine Federated Suns infantry, nine Imperial Naval Marines, and nine Galactic Imperial Army Storm Troopers along with something called a Vargr with him. “Understood Captain I have a Higgins Boat and should have enough room for everyone. I will be there shortly.” She ended the conversation and began to fly toward the location CAPT Harris told her after looking it up on the ship’s navigation system which seemed to have linked into this time period’s GPS system with little effort.
Leoben Conoy (in the body of Daniel “Oz” Osborne) couldn’t figure out just how he got on this primitive human world, but what he saw of it resembled some of the poor to middle class Caprican neighborhoods he frequented since coming to the Colonies. He had his pistol out as there were as strange as it seemed to him a multitude of little aliens running amok around the streets of this small city. From the stars above he saw the symbols of the Twelve Colonies and he then knew exactly where he was, Earth. Of all the Cylons he had found Earth, but he didn’t know how he got here let alone how to get back to the Colonies or even that matter Cylon Space. He also sensed the body he had here wasn’t exactly his. He sensed another presence within.
He was still staring up at the constellations which matched the symbols of the Twelve Colonies when he heard the footstep behind him and the click of a safety going off. He froze more from the sharp feminine voice than the audible click of the safety mechanism being disengaged. “What are you doing here Toaster,” she said, “Last I remember I jettisoned your skin job ass out the airlock of the freighter we found you on.”
Kara Thrace (in the body of Harmony Kendal) had seen Leoben as he skulked around the streets of this town. She knew like him they were on Earth, the mystical, mythical Earth of the Sacred Scrolls. She wasn’t about to let some Cylon nut job leave this world with knowledge of where to find it. She had found Margaret Edmondson and a Raptor nearby during her explorations. Racetrack just assumed the two of them had flown here on Racetrack’s Raptor on some recon mission for the old man, but the last thing Kara remembered was being in her fighter chasing off an attack by Cylon Raiders on the Fleet. “Come on Conoy we’re going to find out just how we all got to Earth as it is together. I can’t have a Skin Job running around down here. You may get some strange idea like bringing all your toaster buddies back here and taking over.”
Up the street from the other two Margaret “Racetrack” Edmondson (in the body of Cordelia’s friend Aphrodesia) prepped the utility shuttle for a flight up to space. She was just finishing up an external check when Starbuck walked up with that asshole Number Two Cylon Leoben Conoy. “Well look what the cat drug back,” Racetrack said looking at Conoy. He was a bit shorter than she remembered him, but a skin job is a skin job. Before Starbuck could reply another small shuttle craft flew over them then spun around on and landed nearby. A woman with red hair in the uniform of some space force or another got out and ran over to them.
“I’m Lieutenant Commander Willow Rosenberg. I’m the Chief Engineer of the Battle Cruiser Intrepid. Are you pilots having trouble with your shuttle?” the red haired officer said as she approached the two Colonial Fleet Aviators and their Cylon prisoner.
Kara nodded saying, “I’m Lieutenant Kara Thrace, callsign Starbuck.” Pointing to the other pilot she said, “This is Lieutenant Margaret Edmondson. Her callsign is Racetrack. No, we’re just figuring out how wound up here, wherever here is? Why is your Raptor so quiet? We barely heard as you flew over. It is quieter than a Cylon Heavy Raider even.”
Willow smiled the answered, “First off it’s not called a Raptor; it’s a Higgins Boat. Secondly it’s so quiet because it uses Contra-Gravity Lifters and Reactionless Thrusters for propulsion. Thirdly this is Earth and from the architecture and the designs of the cars, I’d say it’s somewhere in the late twentieth or early twenty first centuries. I was heading to get my ship’s commander and some others when I saw you two looking like you’re having trouble.”
Margaret smiled at Willow and said, “No, ma’am we’re in good shape this old bird has plenty more light years in her.” Then she looked at Starbuck and asked, “Starbuck have you been able to contact the Galactica yet?”
Kara shook her head saying, “No and I can’t frakking get the Pegasus or any other Colonial ship either.” At that Leoben smiled like a cat caught eating a canary.
With his strange sensory perception he knew just why they weren’t reaching their ships it’s the same way he couldn’t feel the other Cylons. They plain weren’t there. “You two aren’t in the stream like me and Commander Rosenberg here. I bet she can sense as to why you can’t contact your fleet and I bet also she knows what’s happening to us despite her having two of her in her head right now. There is the child almost a woman dangling her feet in the stream and there is the woman, her many times great granddaughter holding her hand as she too watches those in the stream while she stands in it with one foot on the shore.”
Kara slapped him on the head with her Fleet issue sidearm saying, “What’s with you and allusions to streams and such? Do you want me to dunk you in the water again Conoy? You seem to have a fascination with water after all.”
LCDR Rosenberg started a bit at the blond’s treatment of the man she called Conoy and said, “Don’t do that! There are treaties, laws, and Fleet regulations on the treatment of prisoners and detainees around here. As the ranking member of the Terran Confederation Navy present I will take charge of your prison now and you two will follow me to my pick up of my Commanding Officer. Then you’ll help us gather up people to take up to the Intrepid.” The TCN officer spoke with the authority of years of service behind her and officially took control of Leoben.
Kara looked at Two saying, “Be mindful of him. His model loves to spin the truth twisting it until you don’t know which way the story is heading. He’s a master of lies, half-truths, and subterfuge.” Leoben just smiled as he eyed the TCN Engineering Officer. To him she was now more interesting than Kara Thrace, whose destiny was yet to unfold, Kara Thrace whose gift was death.
“Come on Mister Conoy,” Willow said as she led him back to her ship. Looking back at the two Colonial Fleet Lieutenants she added, “Follow me. Once we catch up with Captain Harris we’ll be heading up to the Intrepid. There we can figure out what to do about tonight’s rioting.” She turned opened the rear hatch which was a loading and unloading ramp. Next she frog marched Leoben into the rear cargo and passenger compartment where she secured him to one of the assault seats. Besides its normal crew of a Pilot, Co-Pilot, and Crew Chief the Higgins Boat could carry twenty fully loaded Marines plus supplies from ship to surface onto a hot LZ.
In another location Six found herself in the company of four humans who were the officers and crew of something called a Freetrader. She was clueless as to how she wound up on Earth, but here she was with these humans who she talked into helping her get to safety. It seemed that they knew just where to go. Six (in the body of one Gwen Ditchik) was always good at manipulation and getting the four human males to help her was easy. They had taken her to a medium sized combination air and space port it seemed. Warren Mears their leader said, “Our starship is located in a little used hangar at this end of the Sunnydale Industrial Air and Space Port. The Leonidas isn’t much but she can jump up to two parsecs and carries over eighty dtons of cargo.”
The two small craft traversed Sunnydale’s night skies in seconds and Willow landed hers while Lieutenants Thrace and Edmondson flew overwatch. On the ground Willow loaded up CAPT Harris, Capt. Summers, Gunnery Sgt. Summers and nine men and women who claimed to be members of the Federated Suns’ 7th Cavalry Regiment, nine armored Imperial Marines, and nine equally armored Galactic Imperial Storm Troopers. Also loading into the rear of the smallcraft were Lieutenant Chase, a Lance Corporal Lehane, and Scout Dormer with another prisoner; a creature called a Vargr it seemed. The prisoner looked to be a human sized dog or wolf. After everyone was secure and seated with LT Chase sitting in the Co-Pilot’s seat Rosenberg lifted off.
“Red Witch to Racetrack,” Willow spoke into her headset as she adjusted the ship’s controls for launch, “Follow me we’ll be landing in the aft landing bay of the Intrepid.” Then she took off as Edmondson replied affirming that she was to follow Willow into the aft landing bay of the Intrepid.
Back on the surface as the two ships made their way up to the waiting TCS Intrepid Laura Roslin looked around. She couldn’t figure out how she got here. The last thing she remembered was being sworn in and the new President of the Twelve Colonies. Now she was on a residential street in a small city on a planet that reminded her of Caprica before the Cylons attacked. Now she was being accosted by small child sized monsters and perhaps Gods forbid aliens. She had managed to break contact with the rioting monsters and aliens finding shelter in an alcove in a small neighborhood business district.
Standing there in the shadows of the alcove Laura (Jenny Calendar aka Janna Kalderash) looked up at the skies and saw something that took her breath away. The stars of the skies above weren’t the ones she’d observed many times back on Caprica from her rear deck using the telescope the late Richard Adar had given her.
No these stars had constellations some of which resembled the emblems of the Colonies on their flags. “By the Gods, how did I end up on Earth?” she asked herself whispering in a mixture of awe and curiosity. Then suddenly she was being accosted again, but this time it was by a roughly dressed, ill tempered, bad smelling man armed with a pistol and what looked like an ancient cutlass. Only the pistol looked like a standard Colonial Armed Forces issue sidearm and his clothes looked like something she’d see in the seamier sections of Caprica City or Picon City.
“It seems I’ve found me a nice rich lady out for a stroll on this hellish night,” said the man with a roughness in his voice like he had plans for her. Laura wondered where Billy or Captain Adama was at this moment. The man had the sharp tip of his sword poking her under her chin. “I be Captain Blaisdell terror of the Solomani Rim and you be me prisoner lady. I’d fetch a pretty credit or two in the pocket empires spinward of ‘ere I bet.” His breath was as bad as his manner. He looked around then holstered his pistol. He took her roughly around the neck with his now empty left hand saying as he drug her along with him, “Now all I‘ve to do is find where I landed me ship!” He looked around as if looking to see if there were any police nearby. “Yes a pretty lady like you would sell for quite a few credits on the slave blocks in the spinward states. They don’t have those pesky laws about slavery and such there, no sir. They are wise and civilized making these Imperials look like wusses.” Before he got her twenty paces from where she had hidden there was a sudden thunk coming from the vicinity of the rear of his head. Then the sharp point of his sword and the rough grip of his hand fell away.
Turning around she saw that the man was on the ground and William Adama wearing Admiral’s pins on his collars was standing over the now prone pirate. Within a few minutes she had been chased by rioting monsters from myth and perhaps even aliens then accosted by this pirate. Now she was rescued by an older looking William Adama who was saying, “Laura let’s get you off these streets and into somewhere safe.”
Admiral Adama looked at the woman he had fallen in love with over the five years of their escape from the Colonies. He had despaired of ever seeing her again save in Elysium after his death. Yet here she was looking like she did when they first met before, during, and after the decommissioning of the Galactica. The last thing he remembered before waking up a few blocks away was falling asleep on her grave after mourning once more over his loss of the best woman he had ever loved.
Here she was looking younger and healthier than even when he first met her. There was something else or perhaps more appropriately someone else present too. Inside his head there was a voice saying, “It seems since I am a passenger in my own head we should get to know each other. I’m Rupert Giles and the woman you’re looking at and calling Laura Roslin is well my girlfriend and colleague Jenny Calendar.” William still looking at Laura in the body of this Jenny Calendar smiled saying, “I’m William Adama and I am glad to be of service again Ms. Roslin.”
Inside his head Bill Adama smiled as Rupert said, “Good now get her out of here. Take her to my apartment. Since we have my body and my memories besides yours, you can call upon them and use them. After we have found a safe haven we can figure out just how we came to be both in my body. I have my suspicions, but we need to go to my apartment first.”
The pair went in the direction of Rupert’s apartment with Adama saying, “Come on Ms. Roslin let’s get off these streets. I have an idea where we can be safe away from this riot.” As the two Colonials trapped in the bodies of the two adult descendants of the Colonials involved with the Scoobies worked their way towards Giles’ apartment they were observed by two different vampires.
William the Bloody or Spike as he liked to be called had come across the unconscious Larry Blaisdell dressed as some sort of space pirate and unusual for him left the boy alone. He had a bigger fish to catch, a fish called Buffy. Now he was going to follow her watcher to see if the man would lead him to the Slayer.
As Spike headed off after Giles and Ms. Calendar Angel came out of the shadows and moved the prone and comatose Blaisdell boy to a safer area. He put Larry in the sanctuary of a nearby church. Then he still smarting from the power of the crucifix over the altar started tracking down Giles and Ms. Calendar.
Meanwhile in the mountain bunker complex known as Cheyenne Mountain AFB in Colorado everything was a panic in the now auxiliary command center for NORAD. The facility was manned by a skeleton crew, but was still monitoring the skies above North America. The main complex on Peterson AFB on the northeast outskirts of Colorado Springs watched mainly for terrestrial based threats, but the Cheyenne Mountain facility now seconded to STARGATE COMMAND was monitoring the heavens. A Canadian Defense Forces Sergeant came over to the CDF Colonel in command of the Night Watch saying in an excited voice, “Sir we have multiple bogies in orbit all of them over the small California city of Sunnydale. Most of the blips are for ships smaller than a destroyer, but the largest belongs to a ship as big as a Second World War heavy cruiser. We also have two small blips heading for the larger one. One of these is the size of a Blackhawk helicopter and the other about the size of a Russian Mi8 HIP.”
Colonel William Parker was with the Air Arm of the CDF and came out of his stupor induced by the boredom of monitoring for space borne attacks than never came. Now there seemed to be something going on and he had to call General Hammond of STARGATE COMMAND. Picking up the alert phone he dialed the prerecord speed dial for the larger base below NORAD. An USAF Sergeant Harriman answered and Col. Parker said, “This is Colonel Parker with NORAD get me General Hammond, tell him we have a possible Foothold situation in southern California. We’ve detected several spacecraft in low orbit over the city of Sunnydale.”
Minutes later the voice of Major General George S. Hammond, USAF came over the phone saying, “What do you have son?” Parker explained what they’ve observed so far to him. Down in the control room for the Stargate Maj. Gen. Hammond had a concerned look cross his face. He listened to the Canadian officer in charge of the night shift in NORAD’s Auxiliary Command Center describe a situation where the space over the California small city of Sunnydale was now occupied by multiple blips denoting spaceships of various sizes.
After concluding the call from Col. Parker, Maj. Gen. Hammond went into his office, used the direct line to the President, and briefed the Commander in Chief on the situation. Then he came out saying in a commanding voice, “Walter send out a hail over all frequencies. Send it in the open. I want to see if you can get anyone of those ships to respond. We are missing SG-1 and rumors and intelligence we’ve recently received have the Goa’uld preparing an attack on our planet. I want to see that this is not it!”
By the time the SGC was formulating their hailing call Willow Rosenberg’s Higgins Boat and Margaret Edmondson’s Raptor had picked up a stranded squad of Imperial Marines in battledress powered armor, a squad of troops called Storm Troopers and some Federation MACOs. Then they flew up to and landed in the landing bay of the TCS Intrepid, which to the Storm Troopers resembled a small Imperial Star Destroyer. To the Third Imperium’s Marines and Scout Dormer the ship resembled a light strike cruiser. The Intrepid was a needle-wedge configuration that resembled a spear point or an arrowhead. The entrance to the hangar deck was in the stern between the nacelles of the maneuver drives.
Willow navigated through the gauntlet of the reactionless maneuver drives and gave the command for the massive doors to the huge airlock that was the landing bay to open. As she approached the bay the prisoner Leoben Conoy gaped at the cavern of the landing bay. Willow glided their ship in onto a pad that like in the Colonial ships doubled as an elevator to access the hangar deck. This shaft too was an airlock. As the elevator lowered to the hangar deck an iris valve closed overhead.
Once the smallcraft elevator was even with the deck of the Hangar Bay a set of double doors opened up. The Higgins Boat and all other TCN smallcraft functioned like contra-gravity vehicles and Willow piloted the ship down the middle of the bay to a maintenance and storage bay. In the middle of the taxi way she neutral steered the Higgins Boat then backed it into the work bay. Once she sat it down on its landing skids and opened the smallcraft’s starboard side airlock she said, “Ok everyone we’re home.” She saw Capt Summers and MGySgt Summers unfasten the Cylon Leoben Conoy then secure his hands with speed cuffs designed to secure someone with Capt Summers own strength. It seemed that even in the time period of the Interstellar Wars a Summers woman once again received the call to be the Slayer.
On the deck of the Hangar Bay CAPT Harris looked at those gathered he had three squads of troops, a Cylon infiltrator, a Lance Corporal of the Imperial Marine Corps of Humanity’s Third Imperium, a Scout who served the same empire, and only four other members of his assigned crew. Slowly walking up and down the ranks before him he inspected the first of the three squads of troops. These troops were nine riflemen and women formerly of the Seven Cavalry Regiment of the armed forces of a body called the Federated Suns. They were armed with assault rifles not that far removed from those used by the militaries of the very planet below them.
Next he inspected the first two of the two squads in full body armor. These were nine men and women once belonging to the Imperial Marine Corps 4353rd Lift Infantry Regiment. They wore powered exoskeleton body armor decorated with a black Starburst super imposed over two outer thin stripes separated by a wider centrally located black stripe on the right shoulder pauldron. He liked what he saw as he inspected them. They were armed with high energy rifles which had a power cable connected to a power pack located under their field packs. Other than that they had similar field gear to that worn by the Federated Suns infantry and Lance Corporal Lehane. Lastly he inspected the last squad of troops.
These he learned from their squad leader a Staff Sergeant Riley Finn were Storm Troopers from the 345th Legion of the Galactic Imperial Marine Corps. It seemed that the Storm Troopers were from an alternate reality, but were willing to serve on his ship since they were unable to locate any other Imperial forces of their Empire.
He returned to the front of the small formation smiling. He turned to see even the Vargr prisoner was awake now. He smiled more seeing that LCpl Lehane had the canine under control. She had him standing at something resembling the position of attention assumed by the humans. Even, Buffy, who he would never call her that to her face in public, had Mr. Conoy behaving properly.
CAPT Harris then cleared his throat. He looked at everyone saying in his best command voice, “Listen up! I’m Captain Alexander Harris of the Terran Confederation Navy. This is the Terran Confederation Ship Intrepid the Class-Ship of the Intrepid-Class Battlecruisers. She displaces a little over thirty thousand displacement tons. That puts her at a little over fifteen million cubic feet in volume. I don’t have a full crew as yet so some of you will be standing long watches on the Bridge and in the secure and sensitive areas of the ship. Whatever it was that brought we all here didn’t bring everything or everyone. This ship needs a crew of a little over twelve hundred to function properly. As it is I don’t have enough crew to operate her more than being a space station. From the thirty four of us I need an engineering crew, a command crew and from the thirty Marines I need security. Captain Summers you and Master Gunnery Sergeant Summers will take these men and women and form up our Ship’s Troop Detachment. Lance Corporal Lehane you position will be the runner for the STD’s Headquarters Team.”
Harris looked at Scout Dormer, “Ms. Dormer I take it as a Scout you know how to pilot starships?” The IISS Scout nodded her head yes. “Good I want you to work with Lieutenant Chase and get this ship into a higher orbit.” He then turned to look at Lt. Chase. “Lieutenant Chase,” he said looking her in the eyes, “Take Ms. Dormer to the Command Bridge, and then show her how to work the pilot’s station. I want this ship on the other side of the Moon as soon as we can.”
LT Chase looked at CAPT Harris saying, “Sir it would be easier to use the Auxiliary Bridge as its systems are designed to be run by a reduced crew.” She saw Harris nodding as he thought over what she said.
“Good suggestion Lieutenant, besides the Aux Bridge is close to here than the Command Bridge,” said Harris thoughtfully.
Back down at Sunnydale’s Industrial Airport Mears opened the starboard airlock after accessing the retractable ladder. The Wells brothers covered everyone as they climbed up into the ship’s atrium. Six now using her host’s name followed Mears and Levinson into the small ship. The teenaged body gave her greater flexibility than the old younger thirty-something one and somehow the nano-cybernetics crossed over giving her roughly the same strength and endurance as she had before the thermonuclear warheads fried Caprica City. Why she awoke in this body was a mystery she’d solve later.
Six followed the Leonidas’ crew into the Crew Lounge, a centrally located space with a dining table some chairs, a couch, a kitchenette-like galley, and an entertainment center with a flat wide screen TV, a digital stereo system, some type of video gaming system, and a video disk player-recorder system. Along the port and starboard sides were doors or hatches leading to what had to be the crew’s quarters.
Ahead of her was a more secure hatch that when Capt. Mears opened it revealed the small ship’s Bridge. It reminded Six of what here host knew as the cockpit or flight deck of a large aircraft like a commercial jet or military transport. It seemed that her host’s father worked for an aircraft manufacturer in Los Angeles. “Andrew, Tucker, get in there and make ready to get off this rock. I’m not spending another day dirt side with the locals going haywire and possibly eating people! We’ll come back when the authorities have restored order.” Then Mears turned to her.
“Gwen, Gwen Ditchik,” Six said using her host’s real name. “I was just walking to my friend Cordelia’s house for a Halloween party when all hell broke loose on the streets.” She lied with just hint of the truth. It was her forte. Six smiled it seemed that Gwen was a lot like her. ‘This could be the start of a beautiful friendship,’ Six quoted mentally from an old movie Gwen loved. It seemed Gwen was a romantic too.