TGOD - Ra Goes On A Killing Spree

[Ace Pace]

As the Galaxy ponders onward towards the battlefield, it detects the energy spikes, somewhere in its lower quarter of power generation capability.

It lashs out.

Stars in the way are gone in the blink of an eye, cosmic dust is turned to sheer energy as a massive bolt of zin hits Ra's ship and breaks the bond of space and time, creating a brief instant of timestop as the entire bolt rushs into the target area and detonates.


OOC:Ra, lets not both go invul ship?

[Dartzap]

Hey bitches, Guess whose back?



The immense hulk of Commander Flotsam stalks out of the WarTARDIS, searching for the fools who kept mucking up his timeline

I'm coming to get you And with that, he smokes a cigar

[Ra]

*BOOM*

"LOVELY. NOW what the hell happened?"

"Last time I checked, I believe it's called an attack."

"What's left of the ship?!"

*glances around* "The controls, and your coffee pot."

"But but but but, this ship can't be DEFEATED!!!"

"It appears that unlike your ego, young one, this ship had a chink in its armor."

"So, where are we?"

"In the middle of a city, surrounded by people looking at us as if we were fools. You figure out the rest."

"And where did you get all this sudden sarcastic attitude from?"

*glares*

A cop walked up, and huffed, "What is an Egyptian and an Elf doing in the middle of the street, surrounded by burning debris?!"

"What I wanna know is how youse survived that bad a crash," a bystander quipped.

Suddenly, a black Suburban pulled up, with two figures in black suits popping out. One, a woman with blonde hair, said, "This is nothing important, only a weather balloon accident. Nothing for you to see here."

"Yes, move along," the male agent accompanying her droned.

"Uh, yeah, weather balloon... What she said," Ra muttered.

"Why have you such a long face, Ra? This is where we need to be."

Ra can only frown.

[Dartzap]

Back on the WarTARDIS, Flotsam is scanning the timelines for anomolies, so far he has only found an ancient Type 40 TARDIS which was zooming around various times in the Milkyway, he see's that it's based from Earth and frowns

If they were anywhere, it would be there...

All he had to do was look through a gazillion alternate timelines to find who was causing the raptures in Time

Blasted Timelords! Just because they get blown up by a damn Dalek fleet does not mean I should have to do their dirty work!

Cursing more, he sends a messeges to Lord Detritus

[Ace Pace]

"Target...destroyed, dissapeared"

"What do you mean dissapeared? We barely ramped up to partial explosions, nevermind vapourisation."

"Well, the ship is gone, however the flower planet is still there"

"Very well, stay at a SAFE distance from it, and extend a probe to check the place out."


A small probe disengages from the Galaxy, streaking down towards Earth, onboard the probe, a single machine prepares itself for its mission.

[Ra]

"So, what now?" Ra snapped.

"You know more about Earth than I do, I'm afraid."

"I do, do I? Baal is the expert on modern Earth, not me. I haven't had an extended stay on this blasted rock for several thousand years!"

"And was Baal always an expert? Did he always wear suits and turtleneck shirts?"

"I suppose not."

"Then, like your rival, you will be forced to learn," Galadriel smirked.

"What the hell?" a man remarked, looking at Ra's royal garb. "That the new fashion out of Paris or something?"

"I dunno," a woman added. "But that Elf lady's dress is *SO* PRETTY! I want one for my wedding dress! And that tiara, oh my god!"

*sigh* "This is going to be a looooooooooong day."

[Narsil]

"We must travel to Earth," the faerie, Narsil, proclaimed, "I have a feeling that our answers will be questioned there."

"Isn't that 'questions will be answered'?"

"Shut up you!" Narsil glared at the Sith Lord, "Activate the Reverse-Polarity Neutron Flow Slipstream Drive!"

Within a split second, the ship is orbiting earth...

"Now we'll find out what we need to know..." Narsil said, summoning the illusion of a simple businessman about him; "You stay here, Vader, there isn't an illusion in existance that can make you look nicer; you're too damn ugly for that."

"All I want is to feel pretty..." Vader sniffled.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Meanwhile, aboard the Death Star Three....

Darth Kreshna, or so what he was called during the Guardian War, was straightening his uniform when something suddenly disturbed him.

The Imperial traitor. The traitor who murdered His Imperial Majesty Emperor Palpatine. The traitor who was thought to be dead in Endor.

Darth Vader was still alive.

Ability-wise, Kreshna was no longer a Sith neither a Jedi. Now he was simply the Phoenix. But he was still a Sith Lord nonetheless; and Imperial noble. Moreover, he was the official Imperial representative in the Milky Way Galaxy.

And it was his responsibility to see the traitor captured, tried, and executed.

While he contemplated, a dark skinned woman approached him, "darling? What are you waiting for? We are late for the reception, and the Trollish Ambassador is not known for his patience."

He turned around, smiled, "I'm ready, Irene."

As they walked into the limousine (Death Star is pretty large so it would take more than just turbo-lift), Kreshna still contemplated. Being with the woman he loved comforted him a little, but he still disturbed nonetheless.

Darth Vader was still alive.



OOC: Jon, let's make it like Babylon Five after the Shadow War, ok? Only this time, it is Death Star Three instead of Babylon Five. So I am your host. All of you.

And Allen, you're welcome to play as the Imperial government. I'm just a representative in Milky Way (like John Sheridan to Earthforce Government).

[Ra]

"Something ain't right here, though," Ra muttered.

"Many things are not right with the world, young one," the Elf commented.

"No, no, I mean that woman recognized you as an Elf. Whassup with that?"

"A possible shift in the timeline perhaps?" Ra's ship AI commented.

"YAAAAA! How did you survive? Wherever you are..."

Suddenly a hologram of an Asian woman shimmered into view. The AI's avatar stated, "My consciousness was downloaded-"

"Ya, ya, we heard the line a billion times, you fracking Cylon. Ha. Wait... HOW THE-"

"The Organization was covertly infiltrating the We'wahnqin'it Empire you got your ship from," the AI continued. "But that isn't important. What is important is that there may have been a timeline shift. Why, I haven't a clue."

"There's no Imperial technology here. No GALAXY GUN!" Ra shouts.

A bystander looks on speachlessly, and then looks at the beer can he's carrying, suddenly throwing it down in shock.

"Not only that, but something else changed as well. The Elves... never left Earth, it seems."

"What makes you say that, Granny Glads?"

*slaps violently* "The Elven man standing behind you, perhaps?"

*glances, rubs face* "Oh, I see now."

"Come then, we must see to the situation, and find answers."

* * *

"So, he's finally arrived," a shadowy figure said, watching the Goa'uld, Elf, and holo-fembot from a TV monitor. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down the frame of a gold-plated Colt .45. The man added, "Should I have your old friend eliminated?"

Baal can only smirk. "As much as it would please me to have Ra dead, I think he may yet be of some use to us. With the pesky Ori threat in space, and the strange fools running amuk on this world, Ra may have some answers, or at least be used to find them for us."

"Sounds like a plan," the man added enthusiastically. "With the Guardian threat vanquished, we had our chance to turn this world into our own little empire. But with these strange things happening over the last week, it's added a new... obstacle, now that we've lost all Imperial technology on the planet."

Baal smirked, and turned to look out a window. Outside could be seen the blue arc of Earth, as seen from high orbit. The suit-wearing Goa'uld added, "Obstacles can be overcome."

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OOC: So yeah, the reason we aren't on post-Phoenix War Earth (with Guardian wreckage and Imperial tech all over the place) is due to a time shift, done by the ultimate villain that will be introduced eventually.

[Narsil]

Narsil materialised on Earth, a sudden flash of light revealing him in a backalley. As he cast a cursory glance out of the alley, he felt a certain level of 'Oh, I'm a dumbass' as he noticed that there were Faeries on this planet, or at least an equivalent. He dropped the illusion and continued on, not noticing the blue police box that also occupied the alley.

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OOC: We've got a WarTARDIS, so why not the Doctor as well?

[Dartzap]

The sound of the WarTARDIS materialising woke Flotsam up in the Bunk room, he trys getting up but smacks his head on the overhang from the bunk above him

Sonova$%^%&!

He returns to the primary console room, grumbling to himself, checking displays to see if this was the correct reality and the source of the time rift

He check one of the displays which was flashing a strange orange colour


Gotcha!

He grabs a small remote from a shelf and opens up the door, he looks at the current shape the ship has made for it's self.

A portaloo? I really don't think so

He presses a button and it changes into an extension of the building he'd landed next to, a nice shades of red

Much better After locking it, he lights a cigar and stalks off to investigate the area


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OOC: *Smacks Dakarne* Well, i did mention the Type 40 being based out of Earth

[Narsil]

OOC: *Smacks Dakarne* Well, i did mention the Type 40 beving based out of Earth

OOC: It's always based out of Earth.

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Narsil made his way to the warehouse where Vader had apparently sensed a disturbance in the Force. The warehouse was abandoned from the looks of things; as they always were, but he was sure that there was something to be found there. As just as it was common that a warehouse looked abandoned, there was something important and relevant within. A curious twist of fate, but it was perfectly measurable with a simple mathematics equation. It was similar to the same one which explained Stormtrooper inaccuracy.

Not wasting time with doors, he hovered up to the rooftop and glanced down through the murky skylight to see whatever he could.

"Have you got the coke?" a man asked.

"Have you got the money?" another asked.

Oh, this was original, a drug-deal... Narsil readied himself to break the whole thing up; with violence and some amount of overly powerful elemental magic, of course. But he apparently didn't need to, as one of the men suddenly found himself being shot in the head, and the other one found himself permanently incapable of producing offspring with another bullet which Narsil assumed was from the same gun.

He cast a glance around, catching a glance of a woman with orange-red hair wearing a violet-coloured jacket. She turned her head in that instant, staring directly at him and firing a few rounds.

"Oh shi-" Narsil didn't have time to finish his curse before he found himself losing grip and then falling through the now-shattered skylight.

He floated to the ground, using his magic to buffet his fall. The woman spoke quietly and almost sultrily, keeping the gun aimed at his face, "Who are you and what are you doing here, elf?"

"Oh bugger," he cursed himself mentally, "great work, Narsil, give yourself a prize."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Aboard the Death Star Three....

Both Kreshna and Irene were getting tired. The dinner reception went pretty well, but as far as the diplomatic talks went, it was clear that there were a lot of things needed to be settled. The Goa'uld Ambassador had expressed his objections regarding to the new Imperial foreign trade regulation, while they had yet to reach an agreement with the Trollish Imperium regarding to the joint aids for the underdeveloped worlds. The Amillans were still having difficulties in settling their differences with the Goa'ulds regarding to the new trade pact, and the Empire was expected to help them reaching an agreement.

The Goa'ulds themselves, was very much confusing. The Supreme System Lord Ra and Imperial Prime Minister Sate Pestage had signed a trade agreement few weeks ago, and now Darth Kreshna expected the rest would be a breeze. Alas, that was not the case, as some Goa'uld diplomats seemed to be hampering the realization of the agreement. Ra was no doubt the official government now, but it seemed not every faction happily recognized his sovereignity. Baal was an example; his men had been actually trying to approach the Galactic Empire to support his faction instead of Ra's. Of course, since Ra's government was the one officially supported and acknowledged by the Empire, the Senate had turned down Baal's offer. Not to mention that Stormtrooper Colonel Oliver North was still tried regarding to 'Baal-Contra' scandal. However, it only made things more complicated.....

The tiring night eventually ended, and the couple found themselves in their apartment again, exhausted.

"I still remember the day when I was just a Stormtrooper...." Irene sighed, then leaned her head on Kreshna's shoulder.

"Diplomats... I never really love them either. They always have plethora of ways to simply say 'yes' or 'no'." Darth Kreshna put his feet on the table, then reached for the remote to turn on the stereo. The soothing Chillout music of Buddha Bar filled the room.

"Funny, isn't it?" Irene streched, "we fought for peace during the Guardian War, and now things are not only boring, but tiring as well. I wonder what happens to our friends now. Ra and Galadriel, where are they now? And Lord and Lady A'millan; they are always a nice couple. And your 'jolly good friends' Flotsam and Detritus? What are they doing now?"

"Busy with their own business, like us. Say," The Sith Noble raised from the sofa, taking some drink, "what would you think if we'll get involved in some adventures again?"

Irene didn't answer, but Kreshna understood. She was getting bored with all the diplomatic jobs aboard the Death Star Three, but she actually wasn't that keen with all the 'save-the-universe' grandiose scheme either. All she wanted was settle down and have some kids.

On the other hand, the Sith Inquisitor didn't really think that the hunt for Darth Vader would be an exciting adventure either; in his position now -especially with all the diplomatic responsibilities aboard the Death Star Three-, all he needs to do was issuing the appropriate order to capture the traitor. He knew that the previous disturbance in the Force had no rational base whatsoever, but a mere investigation wouldn't hurt either.

"Darling," Irene broke his contemplation, "what if we take some vacation to A'millan Prime next week, visiting Lord and Lady Adam? It's been quite a long time we haven't seen them, isn't it?"

"Well, frankly speaking," Kreshna put his arms around her, ""we need a vacation."

The Sith was really tired as well. Vader was a traitor, but frankly, there wouldn't be much difference in capturing him tommorrow or next year. Besides, as a Sith Inquisitor, Kreshna was responsible to supervise Vader's trial after they captured him, and it would be really another tiring moments; especially since the former Sith Lord was previously a National Hero before his betrayal at Endor.

As the couple started kissing each other, little did they know that Ra and Galadriel had made a discovery that may put the universe at stake, and would involve them in another adventure again.....

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: alright, everybody. Few days had passed since my latest post, so everyone please keep the continuity regarding to the "in-story" pace.

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Few days later.....

A Xizor Spacelines Shuttle passed through space and heading to A'millan Prime. Darth Kreshna and Military Counselor Irene Patterson were among the First Class passengers; Irene insisted they should have used public transportation instead of Imperial Shuttle, because this was a pure vacation instead of official visit.

The pilot announced that the shuttle had entered the A'millan Prime System and would made a jump out of hyperspace soon. Irene stared at the window as the swirling spectrums outside; she always enjoyed the views during the transition and watched excitedly. Darth Kreshna put the newspaper away and actually took a peek ouside too.

Suddenly, as the shuttle exited hyperspace, it shook violently.

Alarm wailed as the stewardess were guiding the passenger to wear the emergency equipment. The pilot busily announced the passenger to stay calm and not panic. It just a minor turbulence, he said.

But as the shuttle started to stabilize, every passenger seated near the window saw something that horrified them.

There was a strange view outside that was not hyperspace nor normal space; something horrible, beyond any recognition of sane people, as if the shuttle had been plunged into the Centre of Chaos itself. Irene gasped at the view, then close her eyes and put her face on Kreshna's shoulder. The Sith Inquisitor himself could not exactly described what they were seeing, but an unknown fear lured through his spine that inadvertently drove his Phoenix Aura to flame.

As everyone were transfixed by the unexplained, blasphemous view they saw, a chant of ancient, cursed and piping melody and a subtle hint of unearthly drums echoed in their mind, accompanied by some horrible chanting in an unspeakable tongue.

If one took an exterior view of the shuttle, they would have noticed that the space craft was now enveloped in a bird-shaped fiery aura; the Phoenix Aura belonged to the human incarnation known as the Sith Inquisitor Darth Kreshna, who was -inadvertently and instinctively- pouring his every cosmic energy to protect the mind of himself and his loved one from the very terror that strikes to their heart.

And the Phoenix continued to wail, to scream in pain as if fighting the surrounding terror.

And in such unexplained way, the terror abruptly stopped as the shuttle entered A'millan Prime.

The stewardesses were busy helping the passenger. A Chiss lawyer was vomiting violently out of the terror he had seen, while several seats from him an elderly A'millan was having a heart attack. Irene could not bear such emotion and wept, while Kreshna's eyes were still burning with fiery aura of the Phoenix.


The shuttle finally landed at Lord Adam International Spaceport in A'millan Prime, and a medical inspection was quickly arranged on the passenger and crews alike. They were all stated okay, but nobody could ever explain what had they seen.

Of course, reporters and yellow papers journalists quickly swarmed the port, trying to dig out anything they could. Much to their dismay, all and every passenger; including the crews, were either unable or unwilling to discuss the blasphemeous imagery they have witnessed. The official report was nothing but "a strange, unnatural phenomenon that caused instability in the drive system and emotional disturbance to the passenger."

As Irene and Darth Kreshna had arrived in their hotel, they eventually mustered every will to discuss again the mishappen during their flight.

"We're lucky we don't need psychological treatment like many other passenger after landing."

"It was a horrible experience still....." Irene said softly, "...even the experience during my 'death'.... the dream world.... was... nothing compared to that...."

"You were not horrified at all. You saved me back there. You kept me from becoming the monster I could have become; a lifeless husk of energy that serves the undead soul of Palpatine."

Irene blushed. She remembered the Ice Statue; the last kiss that saved the man she loved and melted all the bitterness that fueled the Dark Phoenix.


They were quiet for a moment, then Irene continued, "darling, do you think we need to see Galadriel? It was her and Gandalf who helped us in the dreamworld to fight the evil of Palpatine. Maybe she could have some clue?"

Darth Kreshna shook his head, "Ra hasn't even been replying my official inquiry regarding to the trade pact. I think they are quite busy now, whatever are they doing."

"But," he continued, "remember that Lady Adam is a sorceress as well.... I hate to ruin what is supposed to be social visit, but I think this can be as important to them too."

"I'm gonna' make an appointment for tommorrow. I'm sure she would be happy to see us again."

"I actually plan to have a game of golf with Lord Adam," Darth Kreshna smiled.

In the next day, a limousine departed from the hotel to the A'millan Royal Palace.

[Narsil]

OOC: alright, everybody. Few days had passed since my latest post, so everyone please keep the continuity regarding to the "in-story" pace.

OOC: I'm sorry, Kresh, but I'm in the middle of my life being threatened, and we're all in the middle of current events which you can't cut off at a whim.

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"If you don't tell me who you are right now;" the red-haired woman threatened, levelling the pistol at Narsil's scalp, one thing he noticed was that she talked in a distinct Scottish accent, "I'll blow your fucking head off, fucking yankee bastard."

A thought crossed his mind, and then he played the 'nationality' card, "I'm not a bloody yank," he said in a clear variant of gaelic, "I'm from Ireland, you ignorant Scot."

"So what's your name?" she laughed, answering in the same language.

"Narsil," the faerie laughed, "and I'm an Arcanist, wondering exactly what evil I'm here to fight."

"Are you talking about the cult that's been murdering people recently?" she asked, lowering the gun, "My name's Rhona, by the way."

"I might be, my contact wasn't particularly clear on that front."

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

OOC: whoops. I didn't notice you're on such fast-paced situation. Alright, let's retcon and pretend it happened before Kreshna's travel.

Anyway, a "life-threatening situation"? I thought your character is omnipotent of some sort.

[Narsil]

Anyway, a "life-threatening situation"? I thought your character is omnipotent of some sort.

OOC:
Not at all... his SHIP is uber-powerful, but Narsil the character is in fact fully vulnerable to bullets, and he'd probably not be able to summon a power without getting a bullet put in his head. He's also opposed to using his powers to kill directly unless used on Thread Hijacking Wankers... *sends an uber-evil glare in Elheru's direction*

[Ra]

"Of course, she never did say where we were going for answers, or who we needed to see," Ra huffed. It'd been hours, with Ra and Galadriel roaming the streets of what he'd come to find out was New York City. Apparently it was of great economic value to the pathetic humans.

But outside of where they were, the Goa'uld and Elf had found out next to nothing. Only that the entire city had recently faced a great crisis. He was quickly tiring of sitting around in a bar, waiting for answers. The Goa'uld was now dressed in a black business suit, rather than his royal garb.

"This man they spoke of had nearly brought the city to its knees," Galadriel suddenly interjected, thinking to herself. "He wielded great power, so the man said. Magical power."

"Fah, sounds like another one of those Priors," Ra quipped.

Galadriel then glanced around, and felt something. She then caught a brief glance of a young woman walking out the bar, staring as she passed through the doors.

The Elf rose, following her. Ra reluctantly followed as well. Soon, they seemed to have lost her in the crowds; however, Galadriel felt as if the woman was allowing herself to be followed; her presence was too obvious as she descended into a subway station.

Then, working through the crowds of travellers, Galadriel soon came into a strangely deserted subway car. About to go on to the next one, she caught the woman appear suddenly beside her. She had short, black hair, and slight points to her ears, and was dressed in casual clothes. However, a shining silver ring was on her finger, one Galadriel was certain had to be magical.

"We might need to talk," the woman said.

[Narsil]

"Rhona," Narsil started cryptically as they walked, "I sense something strange about you; I do believe that we were meant to meet."

"Stop with the cryptics," Rhona replied instantly, "now."

"Very well," the faerie replied, "we shall travel to my ship, and perhaps things might become a little more clear if we scan this planet; take the puzzle apart atom-by-atom and we'll find out what I can see."

"Your ship?"

"Indeed," the faerie arcanist replied, producing a small remote control and pressing a button, causing them both to vanish from where they stood in a flash of blue-green light. The warehouse was replaced by a large command centre, "Welcome to the Victory."

[Dartzap]

'My lord commander, The Goliath Will soon be arriving at the DS3, how will you be transporting yourself there? Shuttle or Transmatt?'

Hmm, I feel like a challange. I'll take a shuttle

'As you wish m'lord'

The Trollish warship De-cellerates from L-space, emerging near the Spherical 'Balls of KAN', the current residence of Darth Kreshna'

Nice place he's got here, reminds me of a certain other station I had to visit once....

This is Lord Detritus of the Trollish Imperuim, here for this damn meeting, please inform me of which hanger bay you want me to go to, over


The small splinter class shuttle launches, wings sweeping open to get the needed speed to enter the gravity of the Battlestation without crashing

[Scottish Ninja]

Low Earth Orbit, over the North Atlantic

“Got those nukes secured back there, Reilly?â€Â

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Admiral Ronald McKenzie, now Commander of the Death Star Three, welcomed the Trollish ruler.

"Welcome aboard, Lord Detritus. It's a pleasant surprise."

As they walked through the corridor, McKenzie explained, "unfortunately Darth Kreshna and Counselor Patterson are currently on vacation in A'millan Prime. However, something had happened during their flight yesterday."

The Commander then explained the strange incident on Xizor Spacelines Flight 33031, where Irene and Kreshna were flying with. "Some of the passenger had been suffering some nervous breakdown after the incident, while others were less severe. A'millan authority was as clueless as us, but Counselor Irene informed us this morning that they're going to consult with Lord and Lady Adam regarding to the incident."

[Destructionator XV]

The soverign rulers of the A'millian Star Empire sit at a cluttered desk, the bright sunlight from the tall window making evident the exaustion on their faces.

Some time has now passed since the War with the Guardians, but it's aftermath still plauges the Empire. Worlds were eaten, ships destroyed, crews lost. This great nation perservered, but there is still much to do before they are back to their pre-war state.

Lord Adam's tired eyes look over the foregin powers intellegence reports, happily finding that all seems quiet in their neibouring nations, and the Lady reviews domestic defense reports, also pleased with what she sees.

The situation was looking good. They decide that is very good, and decide it is time to get some well deserved rest.

Then the comm system beeps, and a voice is heard.

"Sorry to disturb you sirs, but Kreshna is here to see you. There seems to have been an incident."

Lord Adam, somewhat irritated, exclaimes "God dammit, son of a bitch!"

"We actually were expecting them, weren't we?" the Lady recalls.

"Oh crap, I completly forgot... I hate to ask, but do you remember why?" the Lord, now more calm, replies.

"I hope it is to sleep."

"I know what you mean. Well, whatever is it let's go see what he wants."

He speaks into the intercom the intercom, "Very well, we will meet him in the courtyard."

He and the Lady button their collars, straighten their uniforms and don their capes before nearly-sleep-walking out to meet Darth Kreshna.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Sith Inquisitor Kreshna and Counselor Irene Patterson had waited in the curtyard. After some brief pleasantries, Kreshna went straight to the objective. "I presume you have watched the news lately, haven't you?" He asked without further ado.

Lord Adam frowned. There had been a lot of news recently, but then he remembered the one he read on the newspaper this morning, "you mean the shuttle incident?"

Kreshna nodded, then Irene replied hesitantly, "we were actually aboard the flight."

The Lady was getting interested, "what did actually happen? It was not exactly like the media described, isn't it?"

The couple then explained the experience they had during the flight; the swirling masses of chaos, the unknown fear experienced by passenger, the inadvertent flaming of the Phoenix aura, and the whole blasphemous insanity that happened upon them.

"This is all we can remember," Darth Kreshna said as he ended the story, "although somehow, I feel something odd about this. See... Don't ask me why or how, but I'm not very sure whether what we -and other passenger- have experienced, is what actually happened."

"You mean?" Lord Adam frowned.

"The swirling masses of chaos, the terror, the insanity. Are those really what had happened, or they just happened in our imagination? All of us?"

"But why you suspect that?"

Darth Kreshna took his wristwatch off; the particular model did not only have day and date display, but month and year as well. "According to this watch, a hundred years actually passed during the incident. I did not check the watches of another passenger nor the Shuttle's Chrono Logs -we came here as civilians after all- but I bet they would all show the same."

"But according to our perception, it only happened in five minutes at most," Irene continued.

"And what actually happened," Darth Kreshna hesitated for a moment, "could probably be more horrible than what we think happened."

The Sith Inquisitor closed his words, "this is why come to your place. You are a wizard after all. We really hope you could help us understand what has actually happened. "

Irene and Kreshna waited for Lord Adam's reply.

[Ra]

Ra raised an eyebrow at the woman. "We do, do we?"

"I noticed you talking about the recent crisis. I couldn't help but figure you're visitors," the woman stated.

"Indeed we are," Galadriel nodded.

"Well, I know everything you need to about that little incident. It was me, after all, that helped beat him," she added. The admission that she'd helped to defeat the archmage came difficult for her, the woman obviously having a humble spirit about her.

"We wish to know more about not necessarily the wizard whom you defeated, but of more... recent events," the Elf explained.

"Amyris - that's the Wizard's name - his death was devastating to the Atlanteans. But... it didn't slow them down. I'm sure you've heard of the recent attacks on the Gray Elves, those poor people... I've been trying to save up enough money to go over and help them," the woman continued. "But yes, the Atlanteans are moving with a new fervor. No one knows why yet. With their plans to turn our people against the Confederation failed, it seems the Wizards are going for a more direct approach. They seem unified... I can feel something at work... but I just don't know what it is."

"A new leader of great power, no doubt," Ra muttered. "Been there, done that."

"I'm afraid I haven't introduced myself properly," the woman added with a smile. "I'm Ellen, a sorceress."

"I am Galadriel," the blonde Elf replied, "And this is Ra..."

Ellen's eyes shot wide, and she asked, "I'm in the presence of an Avatar?"

Ra chuckled, and flashed his eyes. He said, "Yes, young girl, kneel before your God!"

Galadriel pummled Ra, leaving an imprint of the ring Nenya in his reddened cheek. She spat, "What a fool you are, Ra. This is but a man with a snake in his head!"

"Then I'd wisen up, pal. Gods don't take too kindly to people pretending to be them. The real Ra's bound to come along and give you a one-way trip to Necropolis."

Ra laughed, and said, "Oh for fuck's sake, all gods are either other Goa'uld, or little gray Asgard. I had enough military power once to prove to any of you pathetic primitives that I was indeed a god."

"The gods are as real as you and I," Ellen advised. "I've personally seen evidence of my own god, Freyr, as well as Thor and Athena."

"Lessee, two little Asgard, the latter being rather... annoying, and the other was yet another Ancient meddler."

"Be silent for once, Ra, we have more important matters to disguss," Galadriel sighed.

"And, we should probably discuss things outside public view," added Ellen.

Little did Ra, Galadriel, or their new Half-Elf friend realize, however, that sitting quietly in the train car was a blonde-headed woman in a provocative red dress. She could only smirk.