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The Brigadier

"Where the devil is she?" I mutter softly to myself as I see how our escort hadn't expected this absence.

By the general now confused buzz within the room, seems like nobody had expected the Lady to be late.

When several guards are found dead (necks snapped) who would be guarding the hallway back into her room, all havoc breaks loose! A frantic search entails....

Blast it! This holder of a Darkness Device, one of the good sorts, should have been the easiest to get what we needed. But no! Instead, now we (like the others) are now....

"Typical," I swear under my breath, wondering just again why I'd missed such situations like these from my glory days.

Elrondir

"Oh, you're so right on it being typical, Brigadier!" I sigh softly as I overhear our earstwhile friend comment on yet another wacky turn of events.

Alright, here's the deal as I know it so far. Keep up or you'll miss the excitement and don't ask for me to repeat or expand on something. Not my style.

What we have here, so far looks to be some kind of kidnapping by parties unknown who have, according to some kind of dim spell divination (dim for reasons that seem to worry the Aylsian clerics they don't share with me) is still about! Meaning that who ever has grabbed the Lady, is still somewhere on the grounds trying to sneak away!

Or it seem that they had been sneaking away when ambushed by yet ANOTHER party, origin unknown. From the bodies, I see signs that they'd been (get this one!) Vikings! Looks like the guy who'd been the original owner of the Darkness Device that Pella Ardinay landed through luck wanted it back. Being that Ardinay was the only means back to ownership (long story who's details needn't be said right now), it meant that our old owner, Angar Uthorion of the Dark, had been behind the original kidnapping! Yes, Angar's group had gotten into the castle (somehow) and killed the guards and kidnapped the Lady!

Inquirer mutters and sighs something about how this was supposed to have happened later in our game but how recent Events having mucked up schedules OR sped up plans due to circumstance and opportunity.

Gee, wonder what we'd...our PCs would have faced, gameside....

.....

Ah, skip it!! That's about as important as me trying to squeeze out of confirmation from Inquirer about my suspicions that she'd used a little bit of crossover in our Torg game and sooner or later was going to reveal that the Aylsian elves (who are ebony skinned) where actually (originally) been fleeing from an AD&D reality, fleeing Loth's (a evil Drow goddess) wrath or whatever!

Ah, but here's something else! See, we are almost upon our kidnappers (I'm sure) when we find THEM dead (shot in the back and whatnot from a prime assassination style hit) and a THIRD party taking the apparently drugged Lady off (from the scent I smell mingled in with the Lady's scent, my nose tells of a sleep agent). The style of modern gear B'Elanna finds upon the dead bodies screams Company goons all the way!

And in the end when we finally get through the series of secret underground passages (obligatory for castles, it seems, by way of Aylsian axioms...that dungeon crawl), we come upon a field in Hyde Park....just as we see a Marauder lift off into the skies...being chased futilely by dragons... Spaceship is leaving them in the dust!

"F*CK!" I shout, not minding at all the surprised looks I garner from some folks around me. Not a typical word you'll hear from an elf (either Alysian or Terra Prime variety), I know. The crowds about seem to know that of my kind, despite my brand being not from around here. Guess it has to do with this place's axioms (which haven't all kicked the bucket yet, as it were). Still have a bit to go before total conversion of reality happens....

Creator! What a day! Actually meet the namesake of a continuing running joke the other Champions inflict upon me from time to time (i.e. the one about Elrond and Agent Smith, due to the actor Hugo Weaver having played both)!

....

Yeah, the Matrix and The Lord of the Rings movies, folks. Don't know about how it is in your reality, but in mine due to VERY bad directors (as well as the actors themselves being like they were more like sleepwalking through their parts than acting made for a very bad missed opportunity resulting in a bad B movie). Some actor's careers were ruined because of that, in my timeline, but that's besides the point.

Well, that amusing aside aside, one thing is clear.

"Score one for the Bad Guys," I sigh, right before the Star Trek combadge my love keeps as a momento of an earlier life (kind of), beeps to life.

Gaaah! We're being paged!!

The Lady looks up bleerily from her chair, trussed up tightly and securily.

"Who are you?" she says softly and thickly, still feeling the drugs within her. "Whoever you are, I wish you to release me immediately!"

Drugged or not, got to admit she's still got spirit...I guess.

"But of course you do," the leather bound man (ugly in the extreme that speaks of very wicked character according to Aylsian axioms, where evil or good intents and actions are revealed by a person's appearance). He leaves that statement hanging for a few seconds, nodding a little in a cool and sauve manner that denotes that he has no intention of releasing his captive, yet.

"Right after I talk to some folks," he says as he flips open a strange communication device he'd gotten from that Company Operative.

"Oh, but where are my manners," the leather clad man continues, in a still cool and calculated tone, "The name is Scorpius and I shall be your....host for awhile."

1. And with that he contacts the Doctor and Critchon...with demands.

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