Answers and Adversity Requirements (Part 1)

Fred

Oh, it had to be that one particular song from Zeromancer if I recall correctly. . . .

"Oh forget this," I mutter to myself, just about annoyed to wits end with it. "Time to snap them out of it anyway."

Going from what I know of the process—and I and my wife should know it-- and what my wife sensed and told me, the two lovebirds are just about "done" with "Becoming One" with each other on a spiritual level and they’re forevermore going to be bonded together at some level. . . .

. . .

Which was probably the only reason why I did not go deeper off the deep end when my heart and soul—Rei—went and up and disappeared on us so long ago (re: 74284).

If I should EVER get my hands upon this bastard named Dr. Akacia . . .

. . .

It won’t be pretty.

Ah, but back to the task at hand shall we?

Something similar was done to me and my wife the first time we first Became One by Lilith, who perhaps of all of us knew about what we were experiencing (and the best way to snap us out of it early).

But just as an aside, I believe that the songs I and my other half sang while lost in each other to be MUCH better than anything from Zeromancer. Then again, both I and Rei tend to have a taste for music with more classical, less "electric guitar" based music. . . But I figure you’d already gathered that from earlier, eh?

"Yep, just a quick and loud clap of the hands behind their ears and . . .," I smile slightly, matching actions to words while being very careful. Don’t need to get a face full of wing from startled young women when startled, eh?

BAMPH!!

"GAAAH!! Phtt!!" Rei and the others hear Fred Takahashi shout in pain (followed by some rather . . .colorful metaphors which would NEVER would have been allowed by sensors to be heard in almost any television show, whether it the BBC in Britian or PBS in America). "FUCK!!"

Still holding his bleeding nose and spitting out a stray brown feather or three and being ever so unmindful of whoever was currently in the room, Fred let off with a rather short but vulgar stream of profanities before regaining control of himself and looking at two sets of teenage eyes (one male and one female) blinking at him in surprise, feathers of their wings still ruffled from the noise.

" . . .Well love, at least we don’t have to say ‘Just give a good goddamn and be done with it!’" Rei find myself muttering to herself before shaking herself out of her stupor over the latest development after having glanced over at the others.

"Oh voy," the blue haired woman muttered, shaking her head at what she had seen.

Not only had Fred’s swearing caused some scandalous expressions to find themselves affixed upon young faces (i.e. the youngsters), but it seemed like something akin to what Rei privately called "Champion Business as Usual" seemed to have befallen not only John Conner. . .

Lilith blinked as she watched John Cooner’s leathern jacket morph and alter to accommodate a new set of rapidly growing brown wings, clearly modeled after Yukiko’s--who’d soon be christened with the shortened, cute moniker of "Yuki" by everyone in her family—wings.

An unwanted piece of trivia flittered through her mind right then and there relating to what she had just witnessed: it was related to a scifi novel by Jack Chalker in the Flux and Anchor series. In the book she had read it spoke of where certain couples having been bonded through the powers of the Flux that if one was transformed to have goat like horns grow from their head that either their partner would either develop a fixation on the horns, thinking them VERY sexy and desireable (almost to the point of being a fetish) . . .

. . . Or develop a corresponding set of horns, scaled to their size.

. . .

Then again Fred always did like to "play" with sister Rei’s wings whenever he was feeling frisky, Lilith thought to herself before shaking her head to clear it of such an inane like of thought.

Watching as John Conner staggered a bit, wings fluttering a little bit, somehow Lilith knew that some of John’s mental furniture was being moved around a bit and bits of knowledge were being added to his mind. Like herself, she was pretty sure that not only would John Conner be able to fly about the skies and find it VERY pleasurable, the young man would have a hard time being able to really connect with memories of what it had been like before he had wings.

Later, such a thought would prove to be MOST true indeed. . . but that line of thought gets violently derailed when Lilith jumps a little bit in shock when just seconds after John Conner’s wings have formed the self same wings flex up and out in surprise after their owner having been shocked back from la la land . . .and colliding violently with Fred Takahashi’s face!

The Brigadier found himself staring in a somewhat befuddled manner as he watched the two fugitives from American Law and Order that had almost collided with his vehicle since it had been driving on the wrong side of the roadway. Not because of that fact that they’d been driving like they do in America (which admittedly was an understandable mistake given the fugitives HAD been in America up until moments before their barely avoided crackup on the roadway outside); it was due to just WHAT had become of them. He stared at what they had become!

Sarah Conner--the Brigadier was STILL wondering just WHY it seemed to be HE was the only one of his group from UNIT had been able to recognize Sarah from her pictures, why he was the only one PERIOD who seemed to be ABLE to recall anything clearly about what Rei had conveyed to him after knocking him out like a light—had been transformed into . . .something from myth and legend. Something that the man from UNIT knew haled from Greco-Roman mythology almost in perfect detail except for the fact that said mythical creatures were both male and bare chested.

Sarah Conner was still female and at least the UPPER portion of her body was still clothed (albeit her shirt was a bit . . .tighter around the breast area due to an increase in breast size).!

As for the creature known as the Terminator? Well . . .

No, first let’s talk about Sarah Conner’s transformation.

A small and somewhat perverse (and perhaps perverted) part of his mind could not help but note that said breast sure were . . .firm from what he could see peaking through the shirt’s fabric. A fact that would later be revealed to be due to the fact a creature such as what Sarah Conner had become NEEDED to have her breasts be firm, else moving at high speed would cause them to bounce around so much that their owners would be clubbed unconscious.

. . .

Er, anyway. . .

The Brigadier’s jaw had dropped in surprise as Sarah’s form had warped and grew in size. She still was recognizable, but things had . . .changed. Her hair had grown down her back and taken on a wild, tangled look quiet like the mane of a horse in some respects. That was quiet fitting considering that her lower of her body had swollen up, her rear inflating and expanding into a horses with a pelt of brown covering it, with a horses tail sprouting out from her tailbone and flicking around as new muscles grew and came into play. From her front stomach grew two new legs, covered also in a light brown pelt with hooves that clomped on the floor as the came into contact. Sarah’s ears grew long and sharp pointed and moved in their roots, almost sprouting hair and moving to the top of her head but reversing at the last second as the new centaur filly shook her head violently as if fighting off something.

Indeed, it had been something she had fought off, the ghostly afterimage of the curse all Terra Prime centaurs used to be held under until a few centuries ago. If the curse had not been broken, then Sarah wouldn’t have had much of a chance to avoid becoming a creature RULED by instinct and xenophic and technophobic tendencies, barbarians who were a menace to all non-centaurs around them. Some tribes of such accursed centaurs still lived in deep, remote places even to this day, readily identifiable by the fact their heads had the ears of a horse growing through the thick mane of hair they had.

Sarah’s eyes rolled back in her body as she felt the barrel of her new horse’s midsection grow and expand, belly swelling with new equine organs. A new heart and lungs coming online and adding to her overloaded senses she . . .almost swooned as new impulses and equine/centaur hormones swept through her mind and body.

No longer human, she was consumed in mind, body and soul. No longer human but a centaur female with memories of being human, the filly found herself moaning in pleasure as she leaned back and stroked the pelt of her new body for a moment before blinking and snorting, realizing that . . .something about this situation just Is NOT right.

"Wha. . .?" she blinked, stopping in surprise as she sees what has befallen her rather unwelcome mechanical benefactor that the winged woman known as Rei had jokingly called "Awh-nald".

Questioning the leader of that particularly odd group had garnered a slight, mischievous smile and asked her if calling the Terminator "Uncle Bob" would be better before waving her off and telling her she’d explain later what the deal was with "Awh-nald".

Looking down at the Terminator’s new figure, Sarah the centauress knew that perhaps a new name should be used since "Awh-nald" sure as heck wasn’t a good name for the things new form!!

"You have got to be joking!" Reika mutters to herself as she looked down at the three foot tall, green haired . . . .bombshell that the Terminator had become. "A tree nymph? Really?"

Said Terminator turned nature spirit stared around, shaking a bit in reaction as her mind is being inundated by senses and emotions she’d never felt before. The silken threads of her gown that had replaced the leather pants and coat he . . .she had acquired from that one biker felt SOOOOO good. She felt sooo. . . .

Just as suddenly as the look of ecstasy had been dawning upon the female nature spirit’s beautiful features the former Terminator find herself suffering from what some in the business call "BSOD". Staring suddenly at nothing in particular, the beautiful nymph starts to tremble in shock.

The Brigadier and several of his fellow officers from UNIT are at the moment more concerned by the rather . . .oddly hungry look that Sarah the centaur female is now giving them. . .

"Oh hell no," one of the less disciplined (military bearing wise) officer mutters to herself, not at ALL liking the vibes she’s getting from this situation.

Allister himself at another time would have dressed the woman officer down for the breach in protocol (maybe), but right now he himself is also rather not too sage about the thought that they’re suddenly in the same room with a mythical creature from Greece/Roman fantasy who looks . . .like perhaps she is in DEEP in season by the looks she’s giving them.

And even IF by some miracle they should be able to . . .satisfy Sarah’s cravings so as not to be ripped apart by a horny centaur female for failure to perform . . .the missus back home surely would kill him for the infidelity, the Brigadier thinks nervously to himself in almost panic. He was in the doghouse enough as it was for having unexpectedly gone MIA (and presumed dead) for six months after being Timescooped earlier, the Timelords having rather botched returning him to his rightful time period just a LITTLE bit there.

Had something to do with the Timelooping (patent pending) that had been happening here on Earth (er . . .his Earth) with the Terminators and Singularity and all that more than any incompetency on the Timelords’ part, but that was by the by and all that.

Still that said, Heavens only knows what loops he had to jump through to get himself legally "brought back to life" after being declared dead and all that.

"Oh . . .this old chestnut?" Professor Kirke muttered, sipping at his eratz coffee (gad, burnt acorns for a substitute was ghastly . . .too bad rationing made it necessary when he ran out a few days ago).

He had learned about some of the odder things that Champions sometimes had to face. What some Champions like from the "Fred D’Honaire" clan had faced even before becoming Champions. It had been more than a bit . . .disturbing, but it wasn’t like they had willingly sought out being transformed. Sometimes in race. Sometimes in gender.

Sometimes in BOTH Race and Gender. . .

Indeed, during that last business Aslan had transformed those two young women and those . . .talking female cows, had he not (re: 61290)? He’d used the magicks of Narnia to accomplish it and because of certain changes to the underlying framework or whatnot to Narnia to shore it up they couldn’t be humans ever again. That and because of various other conditions already upon them (by prophecy and such from whatever Powers on High), they couldn’t become male again so . . .

So we have this again, the Professor thought to himself, unaware of other things rapidly spiraling out of control.

Somewhat more concerned at the quality of his refreshments, he had missed some of the byplay so is quiet startled when some kind of magical beam of white hits Sarah the centauress squarely in between the shoulderblades (on the humanoid trunk part of her body) and staggers her a bit right before a muttered, growling curse of some kind from Aslan (of all people!) makes both the female centaur and still silently freaking out nymph (who’d been quietly mouthing the word "breasts?" over and over again while staring at herself) freeze still in their tracks.

"Nice aim," Rei complimented Lilith, who’d thrown the spellbolt to stagger Sarah enough where she should be easily magically subdued with more spells from the other sisters (and herself) before the poor centauress’ runaway libido caused a major . . .headache for all the others in the room. Spellwork which because of Aslan (thank God) made unnecessary, for the Talking Lion had already done the job and done it rather well indeed! Rei was rather happy about that, for spell work like that could make the already twitchy soldiers of UNIT hear even MORE nervous as it already stood, thanks!

Heck, they had been nervous when they’d seen her go and actually heal her hubby’s broken nose, for crying out loud! If even that level of nerves could be garnered from even a benign (albeit somewhat outside their usual ken) spell, then what kind of reaction would more hostile works of magic do them here?

. . .

Oh, but as an aside for those not in the know a centauress with the symptoms Rei had seen even from here (the enlarged cupsize and such) spoke of a genetic malady of sorts that centaurs of the female gender had been known to crop up from time to time. At that certain age when puberty struck, sometimes it struck others . . . MUCH harder than others. Controllable and treatable, but if left unchecked could lead to a female centaur who’d tear a male (centaur or non-centaur) limb from limb if not . . .satisfied. Rei with her background in magical biology garnered from her chosen calling had clued her into it right off the bad.

Frankly, she was wondering about something here. . .

"Aslan, I hope you do not mind this but I’m going to have to just ask directly here . . . .all this with the Terminator, John and Sarah here was supposed to somehow be something to do with stabilizing their existence?" Rei asked, smiling slightly at the slight nod of affirmation from the somewhat bemused looking Aslan.

"What has happened with Sarah Conner and the Terminator was not at all expected!" the Lion muttered to himself, shaking his head before turning and looking down at Rei. "Speaking of expecting, I had expected to there having been at least two or three more to your group and from what I had been informed of your adventures before this for you all to be rather . . .exhausted. That would play into part as to some of the chaos and adversity Champions of your kind are facing right now, you know."

"Erh," Rie sighed, shaking her head in exasperation at the thought that her and her sister’s Quest here should be going into the Twilight Zone so quickly because of numbers and rest of all things. The way that the Celestrial Offices inter-office politics for Quest worked at times STILL mystified her to no ends, it would seem. "We took a long night’s sleep between the time we left Betty Ragan’s world and our home in that TARDIS so we would be ready to get right onto the next Quest and all that, prepared and ready for action. And as for my and my sisters new elven apprentices and their gryphon familiar, I just didn’t have the heart to drag them into yet another long drama after just so soon after getting their kidnapped infant children back from that vengeful female dragon mage! I mean after all the trouble and danger they’d gone through to get the babies detransformed from little dragon hatchlings that Bi. . .that female dragon mage had done to them to raise as her own in revenge for slaying her mate, the narrow escapes, the stress of barely avoiding a life of slavery and being split up in an auction?

"No, they need some time to recuperate. That and time for spending with the infants and such!"

Aslan blinks at that last one, as well as several others in the room.

"Boy, you guys sure lead an interesting life and all that," John Conner finally said after doing his own sharing of blinking. "But you said something about . . .?"

He was gesturing over at his mother and the nature spirit that had been a Terminator. He had recognized that whatever had happened to them had something to do with some kind of instability or some such (Rei had said as much), but was hoping that her mother and the Terminator could be now returned to something a bit more . . .normal?

"Yeah about that," Rei continues before nodding. "I am sure that either Aslan could do something about at least John’s mother at least and . . .?"

Aslan shook his head slightly in consternation, mentally kicking himself slightly for not having the foresight enough to have taken his power more in hand and sung Sarah Conner and the Terminator into a more stable form, vice letting a bit of the Essence of Narnia flow through him and into the two to take care of the matter.

It had been done with the idea of by such an indirect method would not add to the adversity and . . .well . . .chaotic situations her current Quest would have from trace taintings from the Nature of the prophecy (ala the Dead Sea Scroll Prophecy of Neon Genesis Evangelion) .

Direct aiding by spellsinging Sarah and the others to stability would have heightened the adversity in order to avoid cries of favoritism by the other Offices.

Aslan now was rather regretting that, somewhat.

"If . . .I was to show you the underlying scheme of things in Narnia, at least for the Deep Magicks involved here I . . .no," Aslan decided, shaking his noble head. "I do that you’d garner instantly the means of how Atlantis itself was able to instantly, without even the use of the Crystallic."

The last was said in such a low voice that nobody but Rei heard, but it was enough to cause her to get decidedly green around the gills at the very thought of THAT kind of power. Mager or not (even an "Arch" mage), such kind of power was just TOO much to handle responsibly (or risk it getting into the hands of the irresponsible).

Too much pain and suffering had been done by fools and perverts with the transformation magics she’d uncovered and invented in her curing lycanthropy back upon Terra Prime. Like any tool, it could be used for good or misused for petty and pretty evil things. She could live with that however, being that fools and evil men will do such things even with the best of things.

The other thing with the Deep Magicks? What Aslan said went and Rei was pretty much glad to pass on the power she felt not . . .quiet ready for yet (if EVER).

So Aslan sang and both Terminator and Sarah Conner returned to a more normal (but not quiet) human form. Pale of form, Rei and her sisters gave Aslan an odd look as to ask just why he’d chosen to turn Sarah and the Terminator into Narnian Stars (entities which could either change into the form of small lights which dotted the night skies of Narnia or take on a human seeming form) since that particular race (the Star Folk for want of a better name) were reputed to be powerful magic users in their own right.

But such questions were left unasked, putting off matters of training and such for a later time . . .for OTHER mages to handle since the sisters had their own apprentices to train right now, thanks!

Turning back to the others after (quietly) asking Aslan if everyone was now stable, she began by waving the other to silence before the room could be flooded with a LOT of heated questions (like what the HELL was going on here). "I mean in order to break the timewarp that our guest’s Earth was suffering from, the Master had said--and from what Time Lord physics I could wrap my mind around agreed with him—the process was going to cost lives in the high thousands . . ."

But I’m going to explain this quickly instead of wasting a lot of time and energy doing it by word of mouth thank YOU! Rei continued, telepathically.

1. Honestely Rei and the others of her gang wished to waste no more time now in needless distractions for people who REAALLY wanted some answers, anyway.

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