(Book 2 of The Ultimate Peasant Series: Order of the Silver Hand has been abandoned.)
After a long departure from that story, I decided that Book 2 should instead be plotted about the missing two months before Xander and company left for space.
This will be written in parts.
Story Title: Rise of the Alliance
Crossover: BtVS/ Warcraft III/ Stargate/ Multiple
Disclaimer: I do not own, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Warcraft games verse, Stargate TV verse, or any other fandoms I will be dabbling in. This is a work of fan fiction. Written without profit, for the enjoyment of fans of these great fandoms.
Summary: Magic is gone from the world, and chaos rides the winds. In a battle for supernatural survival, those that seek to protect and defend need to band together… to create the Alliance.
Prologue – Death of Magic
Notable crossover cast for this chapter: BtVS/ NCIS/ Castle/ Bones/ Stargate Universe
1 hour ago, Swiss Royal Hotel
Daniel “Oz” Osbourne was a simple guy who just wanted a simple life, while making the music he loves. He was also an adept programmer because he had been fascinated by computer programming since he played his first computer game. But in other subjects that he had no interest in, he was mediocre at best. He was barely able to pass his classes during his senior year in high school. Not because he could not understand the subjects, but because he had better things to do with his time then to attend classes.
Which was why until a few moments ago, he had no idea that magic was real. That supernatural beings were out there, and that Sunnydale was a supernatural hotspot. There had been no logic in contemplating the existence of magic and supernatural, and he had never experienced first-hand encounters with the “night life” in Sunnydale.
Oh he noticed things, strange unexplained things, especially since he lived in Sunnydale ever since he was six, after his parents moved into town. There had been the infrequent reports of people being killed by gangs on PCP, which the newspapers in town barely covered. Grisly reports of those deaths were however speculated online by relatives of the deceased, who had been outraged about how Sunnydale’s police force had “covered-up” those deaths.
Then there were the handfuls of animal attacks once in a blue moon, and also the sightings of “monsters” around town in the middle of the night. All of which began increasing with frequency during the past few months. Frankly Oz was surprised with himself at not piecing everything together. He might have been unmotivated, but if he was to be honest, he was quite deductive in his own right.
Looking back, he first realised something was just not right with Sunnydale one month ago, during Halloween night. Dingoes Ate My Baby, the band he was part of, managed to get a spot at Sunnydale’s most popular nightclub, The Bronze, during Halloween night. Part of the theme had been to dress up as fantasy characters which basically forced Oz to don on a Halloween costume for the show.
He had gone as a Bard from Final Fantasy Tactics. Sam, the band’s bassist had the same taste in games as him, and had gone as a ninja from the game. Devon the band’s lead singer had dressed as a werewolf, while the band’s previous drummer had gone in his own custom made wizard outfit.
Right as the band began its performance, Oz blacked out. When he woke up much later, he was half sprawled on an overturned table, having dim memories of singing magical bardic songs, trying to calm a crowd of monsters and creatures gone wild, while dodging a hulking werewolf.
The band’s previous drummer had been a gibbering mess, screaming about everyone turning into monsters. The owner of the Bronze had chalked everything up as a gas leak. Oz had not paid much thought to that incident, especially after the state of confusion he was in when he regained his senses, though the drummer left the band shortly after.
They managed to get one of the juniors, a hulky Percy guy to stand in as a temporary drummer. Things came to a head a few weeks after Halloween, when Dingoes Ate My Baby landed an afternoon gig at the Swiss Royal Hotel in Sunnydale. There was going to be a Writer’s conference of some sort and the band were hired to entertain the crowd during breaks.
The four of them had been up early, setting up their equipment, doing sound testing before their gig started. He could still remember the high pitch screams of anger coming from above the ballroom. He remembered the whole building trembling, the shrills of the fire alarms, the chaos as the hotel staff helping the band set up cried for everyone to evacuate.
One of the large stereo had collapsed onto Devon, and everyone had stopped to help when everything had dissolved…
And then he was standing on the street, beside a wholly intact hotel. A crowd of confused hotel guests and staff were standing around him. Several standing next to the sidewalks were staring at the crowd in shock and fear, almost as if the crowd had startled them somehow.
Then he heard the voice in his head… and he knew.
He was once Daniel “Oz” Osbourne, a simple guy whose only passions were music and computing. Now… he was something more.
He was Daniel “Oz” Osbourne, a Bardic Hero. Though he bears four skills, only one was unlocked.
Singing, a passive ability that allows the singing of bardic songs.
Song Creation, a passive ability that allows the creation of new bardic songs.
Instrument playing, a passive ability that allows the playing of any musical instrument.
Techno-Song, an active ability that allows the Bardic Hero, Oz, to affect technologies with bardic songs.
He was bonded to Lord Alexander “Xander” Lavelle Harris, a magical vampire who used to be his junior in Sunnydale High. Besides him were other Hotel guests and staffs, who did not manage to escape the building before it was deconstructed, thus reformed as Heroes and follower units bond to Lord Xander.
“I am sorry.” Lord Xander’s voice said, reverting in Oz’s head. “I am sorry, but this is the only way to stop her without too much damages and area wide causalities. I know you are all confused… let me explain…”
In that moment as the voice in his head told him about the supernatural, about magic, and shared memories of visions and powerful beings with him, Oz knew that his life would never be the same again.
1 hour ago, Swiss Royal Hotel
Tim stretched lazily as he rolled out of bed. A week without paper work and a weekend with fellow writers, it was definitely the vacation he so desperately needed. Sure traveling from Norfolk to the little town of Sunnydale took a day by air travel to Los Angeles and then another three hour car drive to here, but it was worth it to him. Writing had been his passion, and he would never missed the chance to learn from the professionals in the field, even if the venue was a bit out of the area. He heard it was because of the very competitive pricing offered by the hotel to host the weekend Writer’s conference.
Day one of the conference starts in late morning, so there was more than enough time for him to wash up and hit the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast. Reaching for his wallet it to check how much ready cash he had on him, he brushed aside his NCIS badge. He should have left his badge back in his small Norfolk office, especially since he was on vacation, but he had gotten so used to carrying it around, that it became a point of pride for him to carry it on his person.
Becoming a real NCIS agent had not been easy, especially with his father’s disapproval… Tim shrugged the thought away, he had not talked to his old man in a long time, and there was no need to think about the past. He might be just doing computational administration work in the small NCIS field office in Norfolk, Virginia, but perhaps one day he might be permitted to conduct real investigative work out in the fields.
In the meantime, he had his passion in writing to keep him creatively occupied. He had been attempting to write several detective novel drafts without much success. The plots he came up with just seemed too awkward and chunky, perhaps he might get some new inspiration during this conference.
A loud shuddering thump came from upstairs. Then incomprehensible shouting and screaming started. Tim jumped out of bed, looking up at the ceiling with his heart thumping. He thought he heard clashing sounds of metal, and what sounded like a great fight taking place up stairs.
For a moment Tim was undecided on what to do, then he was grabbing his badge and phone, running out of his room and heading for the stairs. He did not have his gun, but he was a Federal agent, and he had a duty to find out what was happening upstairs.
As he ran towards the stairwell, he could see occupants from the rooms in the same floor opening their doors, looking around in fright.
One of the occupants was a familiar looking brown haired guy who looked at him and asked. “What is going on?”
Tim did not even have time to answer before the fire alarms started blazing.
“I don’t know, but all of you better make your way downstairs. I will check out what is happening upstairs.” Tim said flashing his badge. “Move quickly.”
“I will go with you.” The brown haired man said, following Tim to the stairwell up the stairs.
“You really should go with the others downstairs. It might be dangerous.” Tim said as he rushed up the stairs, the sounds of fighting now becoming distinctive.
“I notice you only have a badge.” The man said as he followed close behind Tim. “What do you plan to do if whatever is going on upstairs is dangerous?”
Tim never got a chance to answer when a boom several levels above him caused chunks of concrete to begin raining down. The whole stair case trembled as something landed with a thump in front of him. Coughing, blinking back tears at the dust cloud, Tim could made out a snarling blond woman wearing a torn red dress, raising a hand to make a swipe at him.
Then suddenly a crowd of people appeared before him, almost as if they had just teleported in. One of the man was chanting and suddenly blue glow erupted from his raised hands, sinking in front of the woman, and formed into what looked to be a watery humanoid form.
“What…” The man who had followed him said stupefied, scrambling up from where he had fallen behind Tim.
“We can’t hold her!” A dark haired man shouted as the woman punched the watery humanoid figure which splattered in a burst of cool water on everyone. “We can’t contained her. Yalen and his group is still handling her minions upstairs! If she gets out… I am sorry Lord Xander… we have no choice!”
Tim and the man who had followed, could only watch wide-eyed as one of the man pulled out a blazing sword and tried to lunge at the woman only to be battered away with a punch, the swordsman crashing heaving against the wall. Two other men and a woman were chanting, blazes of energies lit up their hands, and the snarling woman in the red dress began dodging the blasts of energies. She raised a hand to punch at one of the man and…
Motes of lights lit up around them, then everything was dissolving. Tim bit back a startled cry as first his hands began turning to motes of lights, and then his whole body….
Bright light of the morning sun hit his eyes, causing him to wince. It took a moment for Tim to realised he was no longer in the cramped and dusty stairwell, but out on the streets, among a crowd of people, standing next to the hotel.
In the same moment, Tim gained a deep and innate understanding of himself that he never felt before.
Once he was Timothy McGee, a fresh NCIS agent who had aspirations to be a writer. Now… now he was something more.
He was Timothy McGee, a Unit of the Investigator class. He bears four skills, all of which were already accessible to him.
Computation Mastery, an active ability that allows its user to understand any computational languages and codes for a period of time. 20 MP per use.
Sudden Intuition, an active ability that allows target to have a sudden flash of intuition. 30 MP per use.
Quiet Rebellion, a passive ability that allows its user to gain 30% increase in all resistance stats, when under compulsion/ binding skills and abilities.
Imagination, an active ability that renders imagination to reality for a period of time. MP consumption is dependent on the size and mass of imagination turned real.
Then the voice spoke in his head. And somehow, Tim knew instinctively who it was.
“I am sorry.” Lord Xander’s voice said, reverting in Tim’s head. “I am sorry, but this is the only way to stop her without too much damages and area wide causalities. I know you are all confused… let me explain…”
And as the wonder of magic and the supernatural world was explained to him, as the strong connection from him to Lord Xander pulsed within him, McGee could not help feeling… that something was wrong… very wrong…
8 hours later, Rupert and Calendar’s Sunnydale Mansion
“You ended magic on Earth.” Giles’ voice was thick with shock as the Watcher and Ms. Calendar confronted Xander who had just returned to the mansion.
Buffy and Willow had been at the mansion when Xander had returned with the Archmage Yalen. Both of them looked as though they had been through a fight, with dirt smudged clothes.
“How could you make such a decision without consulting any of us!” Giles was ranting even as Xander began to explain.
Willow was watching the going-ons with wide eyes, as Xander tried to explain about a Hellgod, his promise to some Source of Magic guy, his ability to create new and controlled sources of magic, as well as his plans to form an alliance with the… good demons? Buffy did perk up when she heard Xander mention a starship, even Willow looked excited, but whatever Xander was going to say about that was derailed when Ms. Calendar cut in.
“You mentioned deconstructing a hotel in Sunnydale, in order to dematerialise the Hellgod.” Ms. Calendar pointed out. “What happened to the rest of the people inside?”
There was a noticeable pause as Xander gave a sad grimace.
“Most of the staff and guests were near the ground levels, they managed to get out in time… before I dematerialise the hotel and rebuild it…” Xander stated, discomfort in his eyes. “Twenty-seven innocent people who stayed closer to the top levels, or were trapped in the hotel due to some reasons… had to be recreated…”
Giles pinched his forehead, a pained look on his face. “And there was nothing else you could do to deal with the Hellgod?”
“She was close to demolishing most of the top levels of the hotel and escaping.” Xander said reluctantly. I had to make a decision than… to… sacrifice those twenty-seven people, in order to prevent more casualties and damages across town.” Xander said looking conflicted.
“And the price to destroy a Hellgod… is the free will of twenty-seven people.” Ms. Calendar said softly with a sigh. “What do you plan to do for them?”
“I promised them that they could continue living out their own lives, and that I will help in anyway I can, if they wanted, they could… join the teams I am planning to set up to combat the supernatural. Some of the guys caught up in the mess are from high school so it will be easy to approach them from a common ground.” Xander stated. “There’s also the fact that some of the stronger willed ones, the Heroes out of those twenty-seven and a number of the Follower units with various… unique counter compulsion skills, are already beginning to push against the bonds I have with them. I have a feeling that people from this world… who end up being recreated by me, might be able to resist the innate compulsion from the soul bonds. I will really have to fully force my will on them to actually compel them to do what I want without question, like what I did with Spike… and a few others. I didn’t really notice the issue with Drusilla or Spike because we mostly leave each other alone, but now that I have a larger pool of Heroes and units from this world to observe from… it is blatantly obvious.”
“How many Heroes were among the twenty-seven?” Willow asked curiously.
“Five actually.” Xander revealed. “And three of those Heroes are Sunnydalers. In fact, from their memories, those three were among the many affected during Halloween night. Their innate potential seems related to their Halloween personas. All three also became Hero units… even though they did not seem to have any special qualities, decades of experience or notable will power… well other than their Halloween experience. It seemed that the events of Halloween night might have lingering effects on those affected.”
“Hold on a minute.” Giles cut in, his eyes narrowing. “You said you force your will on Spike and a few others, what few others are you talking about?”
“Well…” Xander hesitated. “Maybe it isn’t accurate to say a few others… it is more like a… number of others…”
“Xander… what did you do exactly?” Ms. Calendar asked in worry as Xander’s words caused both her and Giles to tense.
“The thing is, remember when I told you about the demon army protecting the Seed of Wonder? The demon army that I later deconstructed?” Xander asked.
“Yes, I am sure the feat of how you ended the Source of Magic will be forever etched in my mind.” Giles said dryly.
“Well… the demons were gathered by another party, in order to prevent the destruction of magic foreseen by their seers.” Xander said with a wince. “Remember Drusilla’s visions I told you about, the ones that led me to Terin, the so call Source of Magic? Well the visions were more than just showing me his past and his location. He knew that the supernatural world will be thrown into chaos with the disappearance of magic. So he outlined several plans of action by seeing into the numerous possible futures. Following his planned foresight, I seek out the party responsible for sending the demon army against me… and deconstructed their main HQ. I believe Giles would know what Wolfram and Hart stands for. Especially since they knew of the Watchers’ Council.”
“Dear lord!” Giles exclaimed, pinching his forehead. “You deconstructed the headquarters of one of the most powerful dark sided organisation in the world?!”
“What are you both talking about?” Buffy spoke up, her forehead knotting in confusion. “What does Wolfram and Hart stands for?”
“To the world, Wolfram and Hart is a prestige law firm with branches spread out internationally.” Ms. Calendar said as her lips tightened in distaste. “In reality the ancient law firm is run by three of the most powerful demons on Earth. Most people who have been in the supernatural world long enough will know of them sooner or later.”
“Actually the key word is Wolfram and Hart used to be ran by the three most powerful demons on Earth.” Xander said shifting uncomfortably at Giles’ horrified look as the older man put two and two together. “The three demons, Wolf, Ram and Hart jumped ship when their seers first got the visions of the Source of Magic being destroyed. When Terin deconstructed into me, the dimensional rifts were closed, and it would take a hell lot of magic to open a dimensional rift after this. The Wolfram and Hart headquarters in Los Angeles had portals linking it to its eight other international branches across the world. So after I reconstructed the Wolfram and Hart headquarters, I sort of take a trip around the globe via evil lawyers’ portals and… well… let’s just say all of Wolfram and Hart’s employees who were in the buildings at the time of deconstruction now works for me.”
“Why in the world do you even think that is a good idea?” Giles shouted, the older man seemingly at a loss for words.
“If I did not put Wolfram and Hart under my control, its top management would have attempted to seize what remaining power they have, especially with the eventual disappearance of magic saturating Earth’s environments. They would have lit the powder keg that cause the supernatural world to fully erupt into chaos.” Xander explained. “Terin has foreseen this, so one of my first task had been to subsume Wolfram and Hart and place them under my control. This way, instead of being a force of evil stirring up trouble, they will instead be my… instrument in uniting peaceful demon clans. With their centuries of demonic contacts, it will be an easy task for them to find most of the demon clans on Earth. And to make sure the evil lawyers are kept inline, as a secondary back up in case the powerful compulsion I laid on them falter, I have created an army of my own to keep an eye on them.”
There was a moment of stunned silence. Willow was about to ask about the army Xander had created when Giles spoke.
“So… you did what you did… because this Terin, who happened to be the Source of Magic in this world… told you to do so?” Giles asked in aggravated slowness. “Through the visions that was initially passed to you?”
“Erm… yeah.” Xander said. “The next few months will be tough once every demons and supernatural in the world realise magic is really disappearing. I will need all the resources I have to find those that want to make peace or form an alliance in this new… order of things. I will only create sources of magic for demons or creatures that do not seek to harm others, and those that can co-exist with people on Earth. In all possibility, the demons that reject peaceful co-existence with humans will be making trouble considering that they will face imminent death or loss of power with no other way out of their situations. I need an army, possibly armies, to make sure any possible supernatural conflicts will not spread into human populated areas. I need to… create more people that can help me, to have patrols covering towns and cities, so that I can keep this world safe in the coming months.”
Giles’ shoulders slummed as he released a weary sigh. “Tell me everything, all the visions Terin had shown you through Drusilla. And then we will plan for whatever will happen, and the ground rules for all of your… followers, even the ones you deconstructed from the hotel. For even though they had no place in your larger picture, you are the one that empowered them into something more than human, you will be the one accountable for their actions…”
2 hours later, Swiss Royal Hotel
“Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!” Angela Montenegro said fluttered as she paced around the room wringing her hands.
“Angela please, I doubt there is actually a god that is going to help us.” Brennan said with a sigh. “I am trying to concentrate here.”
“How can you be so calm Brennan!” Angela said staring at her closest friend. “We have been turned into game characters with special powers! I learn that there are monsters out there, that magic is real, and that I am now soul bond to a pubescent teenage vampire! Oh my god!”
“But it happened. So now the best way to deal with it is to quantify and form a logical deduction about what is going on exactly and how our powers actually works.” Brenan said calmly as she stared at a chicken bone. “Hmm… I can sense the pieces of its connecting bones all over town, a few much further. I am pretty sure I can read much deeper if this skill level is increased.”
“Okay I used to think you are creepy, but now you are even creepier.” Angela stated deadpan. “At least my skills don’t deal with death and I have access to all of them.”
“This passive Bone Sense skill is very useful.” Brennan stated, ignoring Angela’s jib. “Once I unlock my other three abilities, I can foresee them becoming very useful to me.”
“You are actually considering going on a vampire hunt tonight?” Angela said shrilly.
“We are going in a group, one of them is a Federal agent, we will be fine.” Brennan said, patting Angela’s arm in a show of comfort.
“That Federal agent is a kid! Probably fresh out from the Federal academy oven or wherever they came from. He also does not have a gun!” Angela stated.
“A few of the writers have the Imagination skill. They should be able to outfit us some weapons from their imagination.” Brennan said in a matter of fact voice.
“Those weapons will have a time limit, I was there when we were all comparing skills and super powers remember?” Angela said before shaking her head at the absurdity of the morning. “This feels like one giant comic-con nightmare. Why did I come with you to this Writer’s conference again?”
“Because you insisted that I take a vacation, and you came with me to make sure I really have a vacation.” Brennan said, apparently not realising Angela’s question was rhetorical. “Anyway Angela, I am sure everything will be fine.”
“We are the soul slaves of a vampire! And all of this started because you decided you wanted to try writing as a hobby!” Angela said, wringing her hands dramatically. “Oh Brenna, why couldn’t you have taken my suggestion of nude sun bathing or guy watching when you were deciding on your hobbies! Now what am I going to do if our vampire master order me to have sex with him, or… or do things with him!”
Brennan shot Angela an askew look, hiding her smile. “Seriously Angela, I doubt Xander wants us for his personal harem. I can feel his sincerity through the bond for one thing, and secondly we are too old for him. With your Free Spirit skill, I doubt he could give you any orders you can’t resist with time. If he really wanted to, I am sure some of the younger hotel staff are better and easier pickings.”
That was however the wrong thing to say as Angela drew herself up, giving an insulted huff. “Excuse me for being a beautiful and spontaneous mature woman. I will have you know that I am hot property and can compete with any of the younger girls out there.”
Brennan rolled her eyes. “Just wear something a little more durable and suited for outdoors tonight. We might need to run a lot.”
Angela gave a sniff and was about to remark on that comment when a voice spoke in their heads.
Everyone, please gather at this location tonight. The voice of their vampire master, Xander, said in their heads, as an image and location of a mansion form within their heads. I have done all of you a disservice and it is time I address it. We will discuss our continued future going forward, so please be there, I do not want to have to make this an order. But I will if I have to.
Because regardless of what happen, regardless of the bonds binding all of you to me, all of you are now empowered, stronger and more capable than the average human beings. It is your responsibility and mine, to make sure those powers and skills are not used for ill purpose.
We will discuss our futures together tonight, if you wish to live out your life in peace, you are free to do so, after we agreed on the ground rules, for any possible misuse of your skills and powers. 8.30pm tonight, be there. Xander said in a firm no nonsense tone of voice.
Angela shivered as she felt a faint hint of compulsion in the vampire master’s words, which she easily fought off as her Free Spirit skill activated.
“I guess we’re not vampire hunting tonight.” Angela said with a grimace.
“No.” Brennan said after a pause, a frown on her forehead. “We’re just meeting one.”
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