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The Multiverse » Arcs » An Unwanted Christmas Gift

Marlene Angel arrives to execute a kill order on the derelict Ayasha Ziedins, on Christmas Day.

As written by: Ylanne, barney_fife, Tearen Wover, Nemo, NotAFlyingToy


35 pieces and 5 characters involved, written by 5 different authors.

1 places involved




So begins...

An Unwanted Christmas Gift


Gambit's BarSetting: Gambit's Bar


It was frigid outside. The door opened again, admitting first a gush of icy wind that stabbed at the artificial warmth inside the bar, and then a woman who needed to stoop to avoid hitting her head at the top of the doorway. Her once neatly styled hair had grown to a shaggy shoulder length, falling in tussels around her shoulders and covering parts of her face, where she conspicuously lacked makeup. Her clothes had frayed and worn threadbare, and she had wrapped strips of cloth that had once been white around both of her hands, presumably to protect against frostbite. She squinted, as if in pain of some sort, as she stepped inside the bar and closed the door, keeping another gust of cold wind from entering the room. "Christmas," she whispered. "That's right. It's Christmas." And at that realization, her shoulders slumped and she shuffled closer toward the counter, avoiding making eye contact with the revelers.
Marlene Angel snuck in behind Ayasha after one of her LDA spotters informed her that the 'shol'va' had been sighted. It was then Marlene decided to make her move, and she silently crept in behind the other woman. Marlene was obscured in a trench coat, a large furry hat, and dark sunglasses to help not only conceal her identity, but to keep her war.

As Ayasha made her way through the bar, Marlene silently pressed her disruptor pistol to the woman's back, and there was a distinct and familiar whine as the weapon powered up.

"We missed you, Ayasha Ziedins." She said calmly an coldly. "Mind telling me where you've been? And don't bother moving, the MkII's a nasty weapon." She said calmly.
Cracked lips pressed together, and Ayasha came to a slow halt somewhere in the center of the bar. Her fingers shook -- though more probably from the cold than anything else -- as she slowly reached to brush some of her hair, now wet from melted snow, from her face. "It's none of your business, Marlene," she said, emotion disappearing from her voice. Her shoulders stiffened, and her jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing. The tips of her fingers were almost reddish in hue, and the cold-induced numbness hadn't yet faded with her entrance to the bar. "Put the weapon down, okay? It's Christmas, damn it." Her face twitched. She repeated, with much less firmness, "It's Christmas."
Marlene Angel smiled. "You're right, but there's one tiny tiny hitch." She said, her hand moving to unholster her binders from her belt, the Mana-inhibiting energies cracking to life as she grasped the metal restraints. "I'm an Aschen.. and we don't celebrate Christmas." She said, before moving to slap one of the binder rings around Ayasha's wrist. "Now you either answer my question, or I put you down for Dereliction of Duty, and Absence without Leave." She said, nudging Ayasha with a weapon. "Start walking, find a booth, and sit."
She was still cold enough where she didn't quite feel the binder closing around her wrist so much as she heard the crackling of the mana-inhibition field. That still left her other hand. Before Marlene had quite finished speaking, Ayasha was already moving, turning inward, toward the Aschen woman and using her restrained wrist as a pivot and leverage. She focused her energies, drawing on somewhat dulled but instinctual skills and abilities, her wand slipping from inside her coat into her free hand as Ayasha attempted to almost throw herself at Marlene with the intent of forcing the other woman into reeling backward from the sudden nature of the assault, which would hopefully give distance between the two women. Her bright green eyes were almost feral in the way the taller witch looked at the Aschen.
Marlene Angel was caught by suprise in the sudden movements, Marlene opened fire, it wasn't certain what happened in the flurry of attack and counterattack, but Marlene quickly jumped back and discharged a shot. There was a brilliant flash of bright light, and a stream of blue energy that liquefied the floor as it impacted. The same was said for the wall, which was liquefied on impact from the second stream of energy, Marlene had now drew aim and she kept it square on Ayasha. "Shol'va!" She barked before firing a shot which sent yet another deadly stream of blue light towards the target, capable of rending flesh to ash, and liquefying even the toughest of metals.
Ayasha had already dropped to the floor and thrown herself from her previous position when Marlene discharged her weapon. The beam weapon's fire missed Ayasha with a few centimeters to spare, but she fell hard, slamming into the side of a booth with a hiss of pain. She stumbled to a defensive position, her wand outstretched, evidently having retained her focus as she muttered a spell that produced a stream of flames, flamethrower-esque, targeted at Marlene's last known position.
Marlene Angel flinched only slightly as the stream of flames struck a milky white barrier, the barrier shimmered brightly for a moment before it faded out into nothingness. "You're a traitor to your country, and to your species!" She barked, discharging another shot at Ayasha's last known location, a distinct popping sound from the rapid expansion of air echoing in the bar as she hurled another shot at Ayasha, before throwing a table and ducking under it.

"I guess you'd rather die than face justice, traitor!" She screamed.
The back doors to Gambit's would fly open, slamming into the wall as a burst of cold air ran through the doorway. There stood Drake, already half smashed by the looks of it, blearily looking through the bar with sagging eyes and a bottle of...something in his left hand. As a burst of blue energy whizzed past his head into the wall, it took a second for him to react before letting a loud, pronounced "Aaaauuggh what the ever-fuck-loving hell?" he shouted, gesturing strongly at the life or death fire fight occurring in the bar. The nerve of some of these people appalled him. But seeing as it was going to be one of those nights, he tapped on his hyperbolic shielding and wobbled towards the bar, feet clumsily falling into place.

He basically half tripped up to the counter, next to the only person he recognized at the moment, which was Bug, and proceeded to drape his alcohol ridden arms around her! "Heyyy! It's you! The chick that bought stuff...from...hold on..." he said, pausing a second to catch his thoughts. He ended forgetting where he had been going. "Awwww whatever! Heyyyy!" he continued downing a quick sip of whatever was in the unlabeled bottle he was carrying. He cringed outwardly as another report of lazor fire rang out through the bar, ruining the mood. He thumbed the collapsable air rifle on his belt but decided to stay out of it for now unless it looked like someone was really going to get hurt.
With a grunt of pain as the beam liquidated half of the booth, severely burning her flesh all along her free arm with its discharge, Ayasha scrambled for a more secure position behind some of the other patrons and the furniture around them. "Justice?" Her facial features contorted, her eyes almost squinching together. "The hell are you talking about Marlene? Justice?" Ayasha's voice was decidedly more even in tone, though this was less due to calmness and more to a distinct lack of energy. Her fingers tightened their grip around her wand as she maintained her focus on her magical energies.
"That's it! Disruptor energies! We got target-lock!" The gruff voices of men could be heard just outside the bar, following by the quick clacking boots across cold concrete. Descending from a hovering Seraphim C3, a small squad of Terran Marines quickly stormed into the bar, gauss-rifles trained on Marlene Angel.

"Hold it!" the foremost called out, "we've got you surrounded, Aschen! Put your weapon down, NOW!" The troopers made a quick perimeter around the LDA agent, carefully taking strategic positions throughout the bar.
Marlene Angel smiled some before she slid her hand along a strange blue device flickering at her belt, suddenly the energies intensified around her, then she produced a small halo like device and placed it atop her head, it was then strange resonating auras flickered around her and outside the bar, her eyes flashed a silver for a moment before they shimmered into a reflective blue.

"Desertion is punishable by the Death Penalty, Ayasha." She said, before every Terran Marine surrounding the bar would likely hear a strange distorted female voice in their heads.

Silently she put down her weapon, then she raised her hands, calmly she turned around to face the lead Marine.

"Ragnarok de Dies Irae Anquietas. Tuum fatum sequeris. Tuum sanctuarium affligeas." She said in a strange language, which was much like Latin, it was Latin. That was of course before some unseen force attempted to literally liquefy the lead man's brain.
"...what the fu-AAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!!" the lead Marine bellowed in pain as his brain-matter was boiled inside his helmet, killing him in a matter of seconds. The soldier dropped dead to the floor, his gauss-rifle clattering beside his lifeless body. Blood oozed from his noze and mouth, dripping down into the sides of his armor.

"It's a psionic attack!" a nearby marine shouted as the the energy-class from Marlene's attack was quickly deciphered by his scouter, "fuck! Fire! Fire dammit!" That said, the remaining six marines unloaded their gauss-rifles at Marlene Angel, blue-white streaks of gunfire emminating from their firearms as they aimed to bring the LDA agent down.
Tycho let out a booming laugh, taking a swig from the liquid as he waltzed towards the staircase, expecting Bug to follow. "I love Christmas, you know? He slurred to nobody in particular. "I love that it's.. it's Christmas. It's a time when people give ya shit, and expect you to give it back. Ya know?"

He turned towards the newcomer, and the chaos in the bar, especially to Ayasha, who was just behind him in cover. "You all have a merry holiday, now!" He called, walking backwards and nearly stumbling as he did so. "Hope you get less sticks up yer ass. Go Terra." With this last jibe, he ascended the staircase, bottle still swirling madly.
"You're forgetting one thing, Marlene," shouted Ayasha to be heard as she staggered to her feet, wand still in hand as she backed toward the rear exit of the bar, keeping her back to the walls. "Desertion's a military crime, and I was never a soldier." At the woman's sudden attack on the Terran Marines and Tycho's offhand remark, Ayasha seized her opportunity and moved rapidly toward the rear exit. If only she could get out, get away, maybe Marlene wouldn't corner her. The sudden flare of pain in her arm, however, nearly brought the witch to her knees as she moved, realizing that she needed immediate medical attention -- technological, magical, or otherwise. "Damn it." As the speakers in Gambit's played quiet recordings of cliched Christmas music, her eyes grew moist -- perhaps from the pain of her injury. "God damn it," she hissed, focusing her energies in an attempt to produce healing magic.
Marlene Angel grinned for a moment as she allowed the Ancient energy to overtake her, suddenly the woman began to shimmer with a white Aura, the blue streaks of light fading into their projectiles, before stopping a few inches short of Marlene herself. "Per somnum aeternum, Numen divinum dictus est, Viator elamentabilis." She said, before she held out her hand, then she made a sweeping motion, attempting to pull the Soldier's legs out from under them, then she spoke. "Do not interfere." She said, as the energy intensified, surely it would be over nine thousand on the scouter.

"Ferum terribile, ferum fatum." She said, before she looked up, and even the Gunship would likely begin to list.

"Foolish mortals, your weapons cannot harm me." With another sweep of her hand, she fired the gauss projectiles outwards, sending them in all directions.

"....And those whom are prideful.. and refuse to bow down.. shall be laid low and made unto dust.." She said, before she grinned, then moved to sweep Ayasha off her feet, literally.

"The Magical Eradication Bureau is a Military Branch under the Langaran Defense Agency and subject to the Uniform Code of Military Protocol, you will not flee Shol'va, but pay for your sins." She said, hoping that with Ayasha suspended and vulnerable, she could be drawn closer to Marlene.

"I have been busy, Ayasha Ziedins, and you, I sense your powers are week and feeble."
Drake looked warily for a second between Bug and the man staggering up the steps with a bottle of whisky, and the hungry look on her face. Oh, yeah...he guess that made sense. "Oh right...uh...if you're like gonna go...spend time with 'im. Tha's cool. No prob'." Drake said, standing up straight and collapsing into a bar stool nearby. He took another swig of his drink and gave the bar counter a dirty look, cursing under his breath at the high and mighty Asch-hole in the bar. He did notice, however, the girl that was trying to make a daring escape under the rifle of the blonde secret agent chick. Something had to be done.

"Okay, this is getting fuckin' supid..." Drake slurred, staggering out of his seat. Drake would move over to Ayasha with slow strides, turning his hyperbolic shield up to maximum. "Here babe, lemme *hic* fuck...lemme help you out here. I'm an EMT...off duty but...just stay behind me. I'm shielded." Drake said, looking over the woman's arm and trying to guide her to the exit.
"HOLY SHIT!" the marines yelped as they were thrown off their feet kicking-and-screaming, rendered defenseless in the wake of Marlene's awesome power.

"We need backup! Backup NOW!" another yelped as he clutched to a nearby table, "her energy readings are off the chart!"

"Copy that, Retrieval Squad. Tetris is en-route. Get your squad out of there." The command center responded quickly.
No sooner had Drake spoken to Ayasha than she felt herself literally jerked into the air, suspended, with sudden motion that nearly wrenched her shoulder, sending an explosion of pain along her arm with the movement, her lips struggling to form words. Her wand was still in her hands, though, and she looked toward Marlene, releasing her focused energies to wrench herself from Marlene's psionic grip, which sent her crashing between a table and chairs. "What will it take to convince you to let it go, Marlene?" spoke Ayasha through gritted teeth as she struggled to refocus her magical energies. "I heard about you since I've been away. I still know people around these parts. And you know what I heard, Marlene? I heard you defected to Terra, and then crawled back to the Aschen not too long afterward. And YOU'RE calling ME a traitor? If you weren't shooting things at me, well, shit, I'd think this were half-comedy."
Marlene Angel growled an audible growl. "Death awaits you!" She shouted before she stretched her hand outwards then she used her powers to close Ayasha's airway. "Where will you run to? The Americans have left this world, and I was never for the Terrans, I was shunned and used by their Government." She said, taking a step forward leaving behind flickering glowing footsteps.

"I was embraced and welcomed back, but you.. you have shunned them... do not bite the hand that feeds you, for you deal with power beyond your comprehension." She said, stepping forward again.

"Why did you defect? Why did you flee? Our people needed you most, and now the Belkans will destroy us all."
"Oh hell, why do I even try the passive shit?" Drake groaned as he watched impotently as Ayasha was hoisted into the air by some telekinetic bullshit or the like. Always the small man, always caught between the fists of bigger powers that stepped on him and didn't even know it. He was absolutely sick of it, and now he had a death wish going for him. So screw all of the posturizing; he'd sacrifice his life to save a complete stranger. Hell, he was drunk enough. Maybe she'd even have the decency to make it quick for him. With a flourish and a click, he drew the small white device on his hip, which rapidly unfolded and expanded into a large, narrow weapon that looked like a cross between a bazooka and submachine gun.

"I am now being an irritant. Redirect your attention." Drake muttered with a wry grin on his face. He toggled the weapon's mode to 'sonic' and fire it at Marlene. A focused beam of sonic bombardment would hurl towards her, which would wrack her ears with a shrill head splitting noise and stunning pain that would vibrate through her entire body. Hopefully that stupid shield of hers wouldn't block it...though that wouldn't make sense since sound apparently could get through it, seeing as how she and Ayasha could talk and all that...
"For starters," came Ayasha's strangled voice as she moved backwards, away from Marlene, "I wasn't supposed to be found. You make it out like this is a personal attack against the Confederation. Well, it isn't, Marlene. At least not mostly. That's one problem with most of you Aschen -- so damn narcissistic, as if everything is all about you, all personal. You don't understand the larger picture, and you seem to lack compassion entirely." Ayasha's pupils constricted as she struggled to breathe, her grip loosening a bit on her wand as her focus began to slip with the lack of oxygen. "You can't take me offworld, Marlene. You don't know who I know here." There was something almost threatening about her words.

And then Drake unleashed his sonic attack. Ayasha scrambled toward the door in desperate motions, having lost a good deal of oxygen.

Meanwhile, TETRS troopers were en route to the location with all due speed, having been given the information of the disruptor discharging and the psionic abilities of the Aschen aggressor. With their special equipment's defenses against psionic attacks and other such particularly dangerous threats, TETRS was likely Terra's most formidable military unit. And a good five of them were headed to the Bar, with an ETA of less than ten minutes.
Marlene Angel laughed. "Who you know? I am not afraid of you or your friends..." She said, focusing her grip before the sonic attack ripped through her, of course her personal shield flickered for a moment, dampening some of the sound as it detected the decibels were above nominal levels, and so the sonic rifle did indeed pass through, but was dampened to the point of a muffled roar.

"I don't intend to take you off world, I can't take you offworld, You have a termination order issued against you, I'm here to end your life." She said, though the sonic attack briefly loosened the grip on the airway, it was only tightened as Marlene sent another tendril of energy towards Pariah, aiming to force him face first into the floor.
There were few things that the reverse hyperbolic shield that Drake wore could defend against, but raw kinetic force was actually one of them. As such, the tendril would flash against his own deflector for a moment, causing him to stagger back for a step before catching himself and planting his feet a little more solidly...which was a feat, considering how drunk he was. "Well, screw that, the lady apparently has a block anything with no adverse effects shields. Should known since the focused barrage of six high powered uber rifles couldn't get through it..." Drake mumbled to himself, throwing his hands up in disbelief. So whatever, maybe he'd be ineffectual against pacifying the blonde techno-goddess over yonder, but at least take a look at the other chick's wounds.

He staggered over to Ayasha and looked at her burnt arm. The wound was second degree, maybe third here and there. He was doubtlsessly sure that there was some magical healing spell that would fix this right up but the woman appeared to be a magicky person of some sort and she couldn't do shit right now. He could take a hint. Reaching into his jacket, he proceeded to pull out a simple spray bottle and begin to attempt to douse the woman's arm with it, without even asking her permission. The semi-regenerative solution would reduce the swelling and aleviate the pain at least for the moment, if not repair any real damage...
"Termination order? Well isn't -- that -- just -- polite, Marlene," gasped Ayasha, having momentarily managed to gulp oxygen, immediately recalling the posters she'd seen with the flash of Cameron's red hair and frowning, almost scornful expression. She blinked rapidly, beginning to see her vision blur at the edges from loss of oxygen and lack of access to breath -- quite literally -- when she focused on the thin metal circlet ringing Marlene's head, an abnormal looking piece of attire that seemed distinctly out of place from the rest of the Aschen's clothing or anything Ayasha had seen before. Summoning what she had reserved of her strength and focused energies, Ayasha pointed her wand toward Marlene's head with a tightened grip, setting her jaw as she attempted to create enough focused force to remove the metal headpiece, send it flying from the woman.
Marlene Angel gasped as the metal circlet was suddenly removed, and it was as if the unseen force lost all it's coordination and everything that was being hurled around suddenly fell to the ground and Marlene literally fell to her knees. "Go ahead and run then, the Universe is fucked anyway." She said before the device at her belt chimed, then beeped, signifying her of imminent danger.

"You won't be allowed anywhere near the Confederation, enjoy a life on the run." She said, slowly struggling back to her feet. "Give me back my circlet!" She shouted, before she reached out, trying to focus her power and draw the device back towards her. But that wouldn't be enough, rather she used her power to pull her weapon back into her grasp, then she discharged two shots at Ayasha, once more pelting her and her surroundings with Disruptor II energy.

"You're a dead woman!" Of course should it hit Drake's shield the disruptor energies would likely cause the shield to boil away with the discharge of radical particles and radiation. And anything else was vaporized, turned to ash, or liquefied, and Marlene just kept shooting, popping off one shot after another, hoping to hit Ayasha.
Drake had watched in mild interest as the woman apparently had he powers blown off by the magic-woman he was attempting to tend to at the moment, but had taken very special not the second that the Aschen started to reach for the energy weapon holstered closely to her belt. Drake spun around in a half-drunk maneuver of benevolence and tried to take the shots for Ayasha, hoping that his shield would hold up to this particular type of energy. The first shot slammed into his shield, which caused the energy to arc and dissipate, but ultimately cause a feedback loop in the device and causing itself and the field it was projecting to explode in a shower of bright silvery sparks. The ensuing blast knocked him to the ground, his right chest pocket smoldering softly, another disruptor bolt barely grazing his side as he fell.

Too disoriented in his drunkenness at the moment as well as experiencing extreme pain that had managed to pierce its way through his alcoholic haze, he was resigned to rolling around on the ground and groaning for the time being...
Ayasha barely had time to rest her hand over Drake before the shooting resumed and she threw herself backwards, rolling to avoid being caught by one of the shots, taking shelter behind the sturdiest of the fixtures inside the barroom -- the reinforced counter itself, constructed in its most recent manifestation to be nearly impervious to virtually any type of energy or force--magical, psionic, energy, or otherwise--in an attempt to control and limit the damage from fights. Ayasha hunched there, praying to a god in whom she did not believe that none of the shots fired would hit her. "Christmas -- ruined," she muttered through the pain from her wound.
Marlene Angel sneered. "I'll find you Ayasha." She said as a dull rumbling began to fill the bar, and a single Ancient vessel descended upon the city, careening through the skyline before coming to a stop above the bar. The ship itself was easily about three kilometers in length, but it had an angular design, and seemed to be rather old.

"You can't run forever!" She shouted as a large circular door opened up on the bottom of the ship, and a brilliant white gravity lift shone down from the angular vessel. Silently she backed towards the exit of the bar towards the light.

"Traitors never live, I hope you burn in Tartarus!" She said, backing more towards the brilliant light in the entrance of the bar. Holstering her weapon.
Two minutes until TETRS would arrive. But Ayasha had no way of knowing this from where she hid behind the counter, the temporarily dulled pain now fully agonizing again. Her face drew tightly, contorting in reflection of the gravity of her wound. "...and you have the audacity to call me a traitor," she muttered, still catching her breath from the near-strangling she had experienced only minutes ago. Her hair fell limply about her face, her fingers now trembling with her wand held in both hands, the pair of binders dangling from one wrist. Sweat dampened her hairline, and her breaths came short and shallow. But there she remained. Hidden. Safe, or so she hoped.
Marlene Angel stepped back. "I rejoined my people, pledged my allegiance to them, you however, continue to run." She said, now fully in the light, the massive ship grumbling and nearly roaring as her engines kept it aloft.

"I know about your other ties, they were in the Aiyanna files, but that doesn't matter, it all doesn't matter in the end, just wait until the LDA leaks who you really are to the Aschen Media, you'll be a laughing stock." She said, slowly her form began to lift up.
"I really don't care who thinks what about me," said Ayasha through narrowed eyes and gritted teeth, her face almost burning. "I'm never going back to Langara, Marlene. And your people are not and never have been my people." She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut for a few seconds. Her night was shot. Hell, Christmas was shot. She knew already how the rest of the day would go. No soft ringing, no fingers dialing numbers, no pressing doorbells, no crackling of wrapping paper torn apart... Much like the last few, Ayasha would be spending this one alone.
Marlene Angel laughed. "The Americans are your people, they joined the Confederation, so by default... but that's ok, go chase some magical artifacts, soon Magic will be eradicated by the power of Technology." She said, rising up a few more feet.

"We'll destroy it, and everyone who uses it will be eradicated." She added, glaring at Osulu.

"It's a shame the Machine never assimilated you, Ayasha." Marlene quipped. The Gravity beam stopping for a moment.

"I'd have loved to see that."
TETRS was less than one minute away, coming courtesy of a Terran gunship headed toward the bar, with each of the TETRS troopers in gear and sporting their weapons and Pegasus shields. Behind the counter, Ayasha ceased to respond to Marlene, focusing now on the wound all along her shoulder, where her flesh had been burned. "Damn it," she muttered, shaking her head. "Just -- damn it."
Marlene Angel Once Marlene was safe and sound in her ship, the Gunship would be spotted, and the massive ship would turn on it's Keel before discharging a single lance of energy at the Gunship, likely impaling it and causing a massive explosion, it was then a massive bubble shot outwards in all directions, and a Planck destabilization field was broadcast from gravity distortion generators on the bow of the ship, after several moments, a blue beam of energy shot forward, and a wormhole opened up, sucking air, debris, and other stuff into it's gaping maw before the ship shot through the black hole, upon closing, a massive shockwave was released in all directions, likely flattening everything but the bar in it's epicenter, shattering windows, and overturning cars, the ship was clearly not Aschen, as they did not posses such technology.