Big Plotty Epilogue Thing
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anarchist_queen“You may have defeated the Chaos Goblins,” Captain Colonialism sneered, “But what you and the Social Justice Warriors fail to understand, is that Colonialism will always triumph!”
“Not today!” Anarcho-Elf declared defiantly. She hurled the defeated Goblin Chief at her old nemesis, knocking the Assimilation Ray from his hand, freeing her piratical other self from it's conformist influence. “Also, for possibly the thousandth time, we're the Social Justice League.”
She and her counterparts from various timelines hit him at once, a cacophony of punches that laid him out.
“That ray gun of his packs a wallop.” Pirate Leda grunted as Anarcho-Elf helped her to her feet.
“Sky's clearing.” Detective Leda noted laconically, fetching her fedora where it'd fallen and replacing it on her head. “Looks like we missed the big final showdown.”
Pirate Leda scowled. “Damn. A big multi-versal crossover event and because of this asshole, we didn't get to play.”
“Sure we did. The others never would have gotten to the architect of this crisis if we hadn't diverted the bulk of her army.” Anarcho-Elf assured her. “They might never know of our aid, but that doesn't make it any less important.”
“You are right.” Mother Leda smiled enigmatically. “We helped save countless universes. It feels almost as good as saving children from monsters.”
The others were vaguely creeped out by Mother Leda. She came from a world where the Fae were much like the old human legends. Aloof, ethereal and just as likely to be horrific as benevolent.
She was called Mother because she "adopted" human children, switching them out for changelings in order to save them from abusive environments. And the changelings were all either glamoured assassins, ready to strike back at the abusers, or an inanimate object that would appear to everyone who saw it as the stolen child, beaten to death. And always in a public area, with evidence pointing to the abusers.
* * * *
“Hey, I'm here to see Michael Ross.” Agent Leda told the receptionist.
She looked the name up in the computer, and frowned. “I'm sorry, there's no Michael Ross here.”
Leda frowned as well. “What do you mean? What happened to him?”
“Miss Danan?” a surprised voice called from the door. She turned to see Doctor Kelley, the attending physician last time she'd been here.
“Doctor,” she smiled slightly. “Hi. Has...something happened to Michael?”
“Miss Prescott, Michael was discharged almost half a year ago.”
Later...
“If you'd come to me, or even answered the phone when I called you,” Director Pendleton said, “I could have saved you the trip. Michael woke up not long after you and your team left. There's some scarring, and he doesn't remember the year he spent in captivity. And...he's gone.”
“What do you mean, he's gone? Where is he?”
“I don't know Agent Danan. He stayed on for a while while he finished recovering, and then resigned. No one I know has seen or heard of him since.”
Leda kept a tight reign on her temper. “Where is he sir?”
“I told you-”
“You don't know. Fine. But you can find out can't you? Please, I have to find him.”
“For his sake? Or yours?”
“Yes.”
*****
Crystaviel collapsed the moment they got home. She'd held it together as long as she could, but battling a version of herself and seeing what could have become of Leda, Corwyn, and Faerie had she not abandoned the schemes of House Alton, had really done a number on her.
Leda though, was still buzzing from the energy of bardic mojo. She immediately called her manager.
“Momo! Hey! Yeap, crisis averted, omniverse saved. Listen, I wanna write a video game. Like a fusion of Rock Band and Eldritch TalesElder Scrolls.”
*****
“So, Kessler was related to you?” the Vampire mused.
“A descendant of one version of me, yes. Over a number of generations.” It was oddly heartening to see the improvement of the demonic creature's spirits.
Vampire Leda laughed. “Not only part human, but part machine and...blue person. Oh, the conniption that would have given Fascist Me.”
She turned thoughtful. “I think it will please my sires to hear it too. Father's name is Kessler. And he has that tattoo.”
“Your world may not be precisely as you remember it.” Captain Leda cautioned her. “It was completely engulfed in chaos. That has surely wrought some changes.”
“After being away from Bordertown for awhile I went back for a visit.” the Vampire said. “Everything was the same, but different. Just wait till you get back to Earth. I bet you'll understand.”
By now they had reached the teleport bay.
“Are we ready?” she asked the technician.
“We are patched into Portalocity.” they affirmed. “Ready to send our um, guest, home.”
“Not today!” Anarcho-Elf declared defiantly. She hurled the defeated Goblin Chief at her old nemesis, knocking the Assimilation Ray from his hand, freeing her piratical other self from it's conformist influence. “Also, for possibly the thousandth time, we're the Social Justice League.”
She and her counterparts from various timelines hit him at once, a cacophony of punches that laid him out.
“That ray gun of his packs a wallop.” Pirate Leda grunted as Anarcho-Elf helped her to her feet.
“Sky's clearing.” Detective Leda noted laconically, fetching her fedora where it'd fallen and replacing it on her head. “Looks like we missed the big final showdown.”
Pirate Leda scowled. “Damn. A big multi-versal crossover event and because of this asshole, we didn't get to play.”
“Sure we did. The others never would have gotten to the architect of this crisis if we hadn't diverted the bulk of her army.” Anarcho-Elf assured her. “They might never know of our aid, but that doesn't make it any less important.”
“You are right.” Mother Leda smiled enigmatically. “We helped save countless universes. It feels almost as good as saving children from monsters.”
The others were vaguely creeped out by Mother Leda. She came from a world where the Fae were much like the old human legends. Aloof, ethereal and just as likely to be horrific as benevolent.
She was called Mother because she "adopted" human children, switching them out for changelings in order to save them from abusive environments. And the changelings were all either glamoured assassins, ready to strike back at the abusers, or an inanimate object that would appear to everyone who saw it as the stolen child, beaten to death. And always in a public area, with evidence pointing to the abusers.
* * * *
“Hey, I'm here to see Michael Ross.” Agent Leda told the receptionist.
She looked the name up in the computer, and frowned. “I'm sorry, there's no Michael Ross here.”
Leda frowned as well. “What do you mean? What happened to him?”
“Miss Danan?” a surprised voice called from the door. She turned to see Doctor Kelley, the attending physician last time she'd been here.
“Doctor,” she smiled slightly. “Hi. Has...something happened to Michael?”
“Miss Prescott, Michael was discharged almost half a year ago.”
Later...
“If you'd come to me, or even answered the phone when I called you,” Director Pendleton said, “I could have saved you the trip. Michael woke up not long after you and your team left. There's some scarring, and he doesn't remember the year he spent in captivity. And...he's gone.”
“What do you mean, he's gone? Where is he?”
“I don't know Agent Danan. He stayed on for a while while he finished recovering, and then resigned. No one I know has seen or heard of him since.”
Leda kept a tight reign on her temper. “Where is he sir?”
“I told you-”
“You don't know. Fine. But you can find out can't you? Please, I have to find him.”
“For his sake? Or yours?”
“Yes.”
*****
Crystaviel collapsed the moment they got home. She'd held it together as long as she could, but battling a version of herself and seeing what could have become of Leda, Corwyn, and Faerie had she not abandoned the schemes of House Alton, had really done a number on her.
Leda though, was still buzzing from the energy of bardic mojo. She immediately called her manager.
“Momo! Hey! Yeap, crisis averted, omniverse saved. Listen, I wanna write a video game. Like a fusion of Rock Band and Eldritch Tales
*****
“So, Kessler was related to you?” the Vampire mused.
“A descendant of one version of me, yes. Over a number of generations.” It was oddly heartening to see the improvement of the demonic creature's spirits.
Vampire Leda laughed. “Not only part human, but part machine and...blue person. Oh, the conniption that would have given Fascist Me.”
She turned thoughtful. “I think it will please my sires to hear it too. Father's name is Kessler. And he has that tattoo.”
“Your world may not be precisely as you remember it.” Captain Leda cautioned her. “It was completely engulfed in chaos. That has surely wrought some changes.”
“After being away from Bordertown for awhile I went back for a visit.” the Vampire said. “Everything was the same, but different. Just wait till you get back to Earth. I bet you'll understand.”
By now they had reached the teleport bay.
“Are we ready?” she asked the technician.
“We are patched into Portalocity.” they affirmed. “Ready to send our um, guest, home.”
