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Luna 1: Drafted Chapter 2 Arrival A Whateley Academy tale By Irvine This is fan fiction for the Whateley Academy series. It may or may not match the timeline, characters, and continuity. If you would like background information on the 'cannon' characters, see: http://crystalhall.wikia.com/wiki/Table_of_Contents For a copy of the campus map I am using, see: http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130114152730/crystalhall/images/d/ de/Map_v052.jpg Authors Note: In what follows, the phonetic spelling of Lieutenant is fairly self explanatory. However, because of certain plot opportunities it presented, I took artistic licence with sub-Lieutenant. In fact, sub- Lieutenant is a Royal Navy rank. For nearly a 150 years the junior subaltern rank in the UK has been 2nd Lieutenant, as it is in the US. September 2007 Arrival at Whateley As I have tried to explain before, I only got a brief glimpse of possible futures during my first exploration of the 'web of fates', something for which I will be eternally grateful. Most of my visions had been of possible future hells where demons ruled the world, as a result, although I had a rough idea of the direction of the near future, there were large gaps to my knowledge. Another thing for which I would 'normally' have been grateful, was the fact that the future is fluid, and as my point of entry faded into the past, any detail in my vision became less and less accurate. My arrival at Whateley being a case in point. I had known that I would arrive here, but had been unaware of the exact manner and things started going wrong immediately. Seeing the grim expressions on our welcoming committee, like any good guard dogs, Blackstar squad immediately got their hackles up. I could sense the impending disaster through our bond, and barked out: "Blackstar squad!... Fall in for inspection." Well, since I was a teenage girl, it was more of a high pitched squeak than a bark, but you get the picture. Their training kicked in and they quickly formed up behind me at attention. My training under RSM Wilkins also kicked in; and, since I was nominally in command, I also stood at attention. With my new feminine assets poking out provocatively, I suddenly remembered what I was wearing: A baby doll chemise, suspender-belt, seamed stockings, strappy heeled sandals, and heavy bedroom make-up, along with a lot of very suggestive jewellery. More embarrassing was what I was not wearing, ie bra and panties. Okay, I had just finished over 9 weeks basic training under RSM Wilkins, much though I wanted to, there was no way I was going to break ranks; anyway, doing so would have made me look even more foolish. This didn't stop me from blushing as if my face was on fire though. Perhaps I should explain here: As a succubus, I had a great deal of control over my bodies physical responses. For example during my escape I had deliberately used my blush response to trick Starlance into asking for my company. The current blush however, was a perfectly natural, involuntary response to my burning embarrassment. Furthermore, as I would later discover, unless I exercised rigid self control, my aspect as a teenage girl seemed to have the 'cute involuntary blush' honed to a fine art. Anyway, on with the story: Gunny Bardue and Chief Delarose, both career military, shared an enigmatic look before gesturing Mrs Carson forward. Gunny Bardue saying: "It is a tradition headmistress. The troops expect it, and it's good for their moral." Giving Gunny and the Chief a 'What are you playing at look?', she sighed and the entire group passed behind me to inspect my squad. I was still standing rigidly at attention, and though it was two days before the official arrival date for freshers and over week before the official start of classes, I could see small crowds of students gathering to watch the spectacle. It was only a six man squad, so after a few moments, Mrs Carson was once again standing in front of me. With a secret smile, in a loud voice designed to carry, she announced: "For a squad that has just come out of combat, your troops are very well presented sub-Leftenant. Though I must admit, I have never seen battle dress quite like what you are wearing. Is it your super-hero costume?" The fact that she had used my subaltern rank in Baron Blitzen's forces, never mind that it was the UK form of address, rather than the American 2nd-Lieutenant, was almost completely lost in the heat from the super- nova erupting in my cheeks. I barked, or rather squeaked: "Mam! It was necessary for the mission Mam." Then, with one of the most beautiful laugh I have ever heard, she replied: "Relax child, you're safe now." Looking over the Blackstar squad, she continued with a welcoming gesture: "All of you relax, she is safe and amongst friends." Starting to take her at her word, I could sense my squad had ignored her. Sighing, I barked: "Blackstar squad.... At ease!" and after a few seconds: "Blackstar squad.... Fallout!" Have you ever realised that girlish squeaks are not really meant for barking parade ground orders. Gunny and the Chief seemed quite impressed though, and were exchanging meaningful glances. Sensing the squad relax, I was about to manifest some decent clothing, when Princess Selene, intruded into my thoughts: After I had warned Mrs Carson and the others my guardian spirit wished to talk to them, I felt myself being pushed into the back seat. Taking control, Selene shifted our body into its succubus aspect for the first time. There was a rightness to it, it was like putting on your favourite, most comfortable clothing. Unfortunately, while the basic shape and size of my human and succubus aspects were the same, there was no room for my wings under the chemise. The rags of which were falling to the ground, along with the remnants of my dignity. As a succubus however, Selene was totally unconcerned. At the slight grimace of distaste from Circe, Princess Selene responded: "Relax noble Seer, the succubi you knew during the time of the Olympians were ragged refugees who had been driven insane by the sundering. I give you my word as a member of the Court of the Moon, I mean no harm to anyone at this school." With a gaullic shrug, Circe replied: "I am aware of this Highness, it's just that when you have lived as long as I have, it is sometimes difficult to dismiss long held prejudices; even when they are unwarranted. Know that there is peace between us." With a nod of respect to Circe, Selene turned to Mrs Carson: "Headmistress, my daughter is a human child, I humbly beg sanctuary for her here at your school?" There was a rightness to this, it seemed to fill a hole that had been there since my rejection by my birth mother. A hole which I had been trying hard to pretend did not exist. Mrs Carson, possibly struck by the formality of the request, replied equally formally: "Her situation is known to us and a place has been prepared for her." Things were definitely starting to look up, I now had a new mother who loved me and a home where I would be safe. Though what happened next truly surprised me. Selene turned to Gunny and Chief Delarose saying: "Warriors. During her escape, my child bonded this war band to her service. Since she is no longer fully human, she draws a certain 'nourishment' through this bond. Could you find a place in your ranks for her bondsmen while we are here. I give you my word as a Princess of the Court of the Moon: They will follow your orders absolutely, and die to protect the school, its students and staff?" Pausing for a moment, I felt her give a sly glance towards my uncle Dave, before continuing: "My daughter will of course pay for their upkeep; and, as a gift to the school, cause to have built suitable quarters." Gunny and the Chief shared another speculative look, one that seemed to be more about me and my bondsmen rather than the promised gift. (I liked that description, it had a nice ring to it, 'bondsmen'.) Throwing a wry grimace to Mrs Potter and Circe, Chief Delarose replied: "Gunny Bardue and I have been briefed on the situation regarding your daughter, and have been discussing amongst ourselves her training as a battle leader. We have a tentative plan for the integration of her forces into school security." Giving me a stern look, one that was definitely directed at me rather than Selene: "When your daughter reports to security at 8:30 am tomorrow to be debriefed on her little adventure, we will discuss this more fully..... This year we have decided to take preventative action to redirect the energies of anyone deemed to have 'Kimba potential'. Meanwhile, I suggest she reflects on the high standards of behaviour we expect from an auxiliary security officer." Gulp! (and what did he mean by 'Kimba potential'?) Welcome Satisfied, Selene surrendered control of my body. Once back in the driving seat, I immediately shifted to my human aspect and manifested a loose white robe. The reason that I reverted to my human form was not because I was more comfortable as a human, far from it, it was just simple practicality. My wings would have got in the way of the manifested clothing. Strangely, though simple, the robe I manifested was surprisingly feminine. It was modelled after the robes worn by the statues of Greek goddesses, exposing a lot of skin around my shoulders and cleavage. I didn't consciously choose this design, so maybe I was adjusting better than I thought. Finally able to relax, I took a long look around at the gawking groups of students and sighed, I could already see the rumours of my arrival sprouting on the campus grapevine. Mrs Carson, following my gaze, echoed my sigh saying: "I think we should retire to my office, I can already see the rumour mill working overtime for months over this, and I don't have any prescient abilities." Turning her gaze to some nearby bushes, in a voice designed to carry, she announced : "By the way, while I am sure law enforcement would love to look over the data on Baron Blitzen's operations your Highness brought us. However, the school has a strict policy of neutrality vis a vis law enforcement and the more criminal elements of the mutant community. Therefore, we cannot help you with passing it to the proper authorities. Though, given the amount of spying that goes on here, I am sure some over eager FBI agent will try to liberate it. Chief why don't you see about debriefing her Highness's troops, and make sure that the data is stored securely." Smiling, the Chief replied: "I will see to it personally, headmistress." before giving me an enquiring glance.... Turning to my bondsmen who were standing in the relaxed posture of bodyguards continually scanning for potential threats. I called out: "Okay Blackstar squad, you did well, and I am very pleased with your performance. I want you to go with the Gunny and Chief Delarose. Obey them as you would me." After a moment's thought, I continued: "It would not be appropriate for you to become involved in any school-yard disputes between me and the other student, so for the moment your job is to protect the school, its staff and 'ALL' of its students. I will visit security this evening to make sure you are being taken care of... Dismissed." An artful little speech, even if I thought so myself. From the mumbled conversations taking place, Mrs Carson and the others seemed quite pleased about it. I definitely felt things were getting off to a good start, and no it wasn't my esper trait, it was just the good vibes I was getting. As Gunny and the Chief gathered up my bondsmen, I got a flash-vision of a newspaper clipping: Within 48 hours the MCO, acting in co-operation with Interpol and an international coalition of mutant super-heroes, would raid Baron Blitzen's fortress. While the Baron would escape, they would rescue over 50 women and 30 children who had been held as sex- slaves. They would also significantly disrupt the Barons worldwide operations. Unfortunately, the MCO would use the raid as a propaganda coup that demonstrated to the world they were not anti-mutant, just conscientious guardians of baseline humanity. Personally, I didn't really care what spin they put on it, I was just glad that Anna, Jasmine, Rene and the others were going to be safe. Mrs Potter and Circe approached the Headmistress, with Circe taking the lead: "Elizabeth, I don't think you need us for the rest of this, and Mrs Potter and I could do with a nice cup of tea... Oh! By the way, you should give some thought to Rev Englund, you know how upset he gets about some things...." At Mrs Carson's sharp look, Mrs Potter interrupted: "No dear, it's not prescience. Just common sense." With a long suffering sigh, she replied: "I suspect you're right, I will have a word with him." Mrs Potter then came over, embracing me in warm girlish welcome, she told me: "I am glad you got here safely dear. Once you get settled in, Circe and I will see to your training. For the moment just relax and try to enjoy your time at Whateley." As Circe and Mrs Potter left, Headmistress Carson suggested we should follow her to her office. Since she was talking to Dr Hartford about some administrative details, I was finally able to talk to my uncle Dave. Falling in beside me, he greeted me in his usual jocular fashion: "Well look at you your Highness, who would have thought you would turn out to be a fairy Princess in disguise." I was about to object,and ask what all this Highness guff was about, when Selene intruded into my thoughts: I was kind of stunned at what Selene was saying, and didn't really know how to respond. Selene, taking my silence for acceptance continued: With the shock at what she was saying, I stumbled and had to be rescued by my uncle. Selene, realising the effect her words had had on me, apologised. Saying: Everybody had stopped, and because of the way they were looking at me with concern, I felt the need to explain, telling them: "Selene just told me that I am potentially immortal and my apparent age will freeze at around eighteen." Mrs Carson, who looked to be in her late twenties or, at most, early thirties, winced in sympathy, saying: "I am over 76 years old, when I was in my late thirties I looked to be around eighteen. I now look younger than my daughter, which confuses my grand children immensely. It is not quite the same I know, but there are people around who will understand. There is also a few dozen other sidhe at the school who have similar problems, so you aren't alone." Nodding my acceptance and thanks, we continued our walk in silence. When we finally arrived at the Headmistress's office, I had more or less recovered some equilibrium and was able to take note of what I was being told. The meeting in the headmistress's office took over an hour, during which time I was repeatedly stunned by how much my uncle Dave had achieved. Because of my visions in the 'web of fate', I had some inkling of what he been doing, but no real detail. As I have told you, he was a kind of geeky dropout. What I hadn't known was, he had a major 'bad-ass' reputation in hacking circles, and not only knew Dr Hartford personally, but had previously done some contract work for her here at Whateley. After he had submitted the winning EuroMillion ticket, he had proof positive I was a powerful pre-cog. It had then taken him a few months to cover his tracks and the origin of the money, before it was safe for him to come to Whateley and ask Dr Hartford for advice. It was at this point that Mrs Potter and Circe, also contacted Dr Hartford about me. On the advice of Circe and Mrs Potter, Dr Hartford and my uncle started to prepare a 'legend' of the type used by deep cover spies. Using school contacts on both side of the law, my new identity as a thirteen and half year old schoolgirl Fiona Siobhan McCloud, was a well established fact. With bureaucratic records going back to my birth, Admiral Everhart from school security, who I would later get to know quite well, felt there was, at most, three or four people on the planet capable of piercing the legend. What was truly amazing, was that they already had a UK passport, along with an immigration green-card, ready for me in the office. I have no idea whether the photo-id was done with magic, photo-shop or a combination thereof; to be honest, I was frightened to ask. The thing about using a deep cover legend is to try to keep the legend as close to the truth as possible. So my new history was: I had been born and, until six months ago, raised in Edinburgh. For work related reasons, my parents, (both high powered executives,) had then moved to New Hampshire bringing me along with them. Within days of our arrival there had been a car accident in which both my parents had been killed and I had been seriously injured. Since neither of my parents had family, in an act of foresight they had made arrangements with a close friend, (one of Mrs Potters daughters who lived locally,) that she would act as my guardian. To finish off the legend, while in hospital I had manifested as a mutant. Then, when Mrs Potters daughter was taking me home for the first time, I had been kidnapped by Baron Blitzen's forces from the hospital car-park. In her typically enigmatic fashion my guardian's mother, a known powerful pre-cog, had advised that it would be better to allow me to escape on my own, thus explaining my dramatic arrival at Whateley. It was a beautiful well crafted legend, it fitted together in a way in which all the knowledge to make it work essentially involved me telling the absolute truth, with little potential for an embarrassing faux pas that would expose the legend for what it was. Even Selene was impressed, the only thing I really needed to do to complete the cover story was meet Mrs Potters daughter for the first time. Another big advantage was it gave me the perfect excuse to spend time with Mrs Potter, who would also be serving as my student mentor. This would help to disguise the true nature of my esper trait from the recruiters of the various security agencies who infested the campus. A nice touch was: Since both my parents had been independently wealthy, I was now the sole heir to their fortune, about ?200 million or, at 2007 exchange rates, about $400 million. Apparently, the bump in the value of the winning lottery ticket had something to do with the timing and method of the transactions my uncle and Dr Hartford had used to hide the origin of my fortune, (hacker speak for dirty tricks.) Sadly, since I was still only thirteen, the money was being held in trust until I was eighteen with Mrs Potter' daughter serving as the trustee. On the other hand, the big consolation prize was: I now had my own platinum credit card with a truly eye popping limit. This meant shopping, shopping and even more shopping! No! I wasn't turning into a real girl, I had no clothes or belongings whatsoever. Underneath my manifested robe, apart from suspender-belt, stockings and a pair of heeled sandals, I was completely naked, and would remain so until I could go shopping to buy new clothes. When I pointed out my lack of wardrobe, Mrs Carson informed me that, in order for me to meet my putative guardian, a trip to Dunwich had already been arranged for tomorrow morning; and, as per school regulations requiring a staff member to supervise outside excursions, Admiral Everhart would be escorting me. She highly recommended 'Rogers' Fabric Boutique', explaining that though it was pricey, Cecilia Rogers was one of the best seamstresses on the planet, and would be able to see to all my clothing needs. Then, pushing across my new student ID, she went on to say that $30,000 had already been added to my campus account and using the cards RFID, I would be able to buy some basic clothing in the campus store after we had finished. A quick mental calculation revealed $30,000 to be ?15,000. Up until then, the most money I had ever personally spent was ?10 I had received as gift. As it was starting to sink in that I really was rich, I noticed the details of my ID card: Sub-Lieutenant, (pronounced Leftenant,) Fiona S McCloud, auxiliary campus security. At my angry demand as to what they thought they were playing at, it was explained that the previous year there had been problems with certain students, who through no real fault of their own, had become recognised trouble magnets. It had been decided that this year things would be different and steps would be taken to redirect the energies of students thought to have 'Kimba potential'. Since I was a magical weapon crafted to fight in the war against the GOO; a weapon, she wryly added, which had already formed its own private army, it was felt that the best people to take me in charge were security. It had been found that deputising certain 'trusted' students as security auxiliaries, greatly reduced the incidental damage to school property from school-yard disputes between super-powered children. She gave me a penetrating glare at the word 'trusted', a glare that spoke volumes, before she went on to inform me there was also a school regulation requiring all students to have a part-time job working for one of the campus support services. Because of the aforementioned details, I would have no choice in my paid work-study. Furthermore, although I was being enrolled in the schools junior-high program, the school was in fact more of a high end prep-school for precociously intelligent mutant children. This meant they had great latitude in the types of courses offered, with students often earning advanced degrees before graduating high-school. Because of my gifts, Gunny Bardue, Admiral Everhart and Chief Delarose, were at this very moment planning out a course of independent study to supplement my normal school work, one that would be modelled after what one might expect to find at Sandhurst or Westpoint. As headmistress Carson spoke, she had a steely eyed glint that became progressively more intense. It was obvious from her tone that there would be no whining my way out of this, the decision had been made and I would just have to live with it. When Selene murmured approval at the plan, I took the opportunity to vent my frustration with a mental shout of: I was in such a funk, that I almost missed her explaining that it was a tradition inside campus security to carry forward any previous military rank. Since I was now working for security and had previously held subaltern rank in a recognised military organisation, this was now my rank inside campus security. She then casually pointed out that if I ever tried to use that rank without it being a matter of life and death, I would be cleaning the toilets in Hawthorne for months. I wasn't sure what Hawthorne was, but I definitely got the impression that a firing squad might be preferable. So far, I hadn't really had a chance to talk to my uncle privately. Apologising for this, he explained that due to my cover, we couldn't really afford to be associated together. He mentioned that he was currently doing some contract work for the school; and when the opportunity arose, he would try to arrange some time for us together away from prying eyes. Then, with him telling me he would still be keeping an eye out for me and I was not alone, we were finished. Vamp Saying that she had other business to discuss with my uncle and Dr Hartford. Mrs Carson informed me that a student was waiting outside to introduce me to the campus. At this obvious dismissal, I shoved my student ID, passport and credit card into manilla folder, along with the Whateley student handbook and left with as much dignity as I could muster. At first I thought that the girl waiting in the outer office, was a Goth, then as she stood up to introduce herself as 'Vamp' and I got a closer look, I realised she might actually be a vampire. Seeing the gears of my brain clunking into overdrive, she cheekily pointed out: "Hey, sunlight, and no poof of dust!" I liked her immediately, she had the same kind of, 'I am a rogue, but I am good', vibe as my uncle Dave. Assuring me that her appearance was just a result of her mutation and she was not a real 'undead' vampire. She went on to say that the 'Goobers', a training team sponsored by the Rev Englund, basically monster hunting 'Buffy' wannabes, had tried to stake her a few times. I recognised Rev Englund's name of course, and remembering Circe's cryptic comments wanted to know more. Vamp was having none of it though. The rumour mill had already gone into overdrive, and she wanted details, lots and lots of details. Before leaving Schuster hall, she got Mrs Linford to let us into the Homer gallery and gave me the obligatory chance to admire(?) Lord Paramount's portrait. Explaining that it was a requirement of his .financial contribution to the school, she mentioned in passing, I would get the full tour tomorrow when the other fresh young Posies arrived. When I told her I urgently needed to stop by the campus store to buy some clothes, it was the chance she had been waiting for. Guiding me around the back of Crystal Hall she explained that because it was still officially summer recess, there was only one campus bookmaker running a betting pool on the reasons for my spectacular arrival. The current favourite being: I had escaped on my wedding night from a political marriage arranged between European Royal Families. I could only sigh in frustration, exclaiming: "I am only thirteen!" With a lascivious leer and a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, she countered: "You could have fooled me!" Then, playing her trump card: "Anyway, I heard about your arrival, and the way you were un-dressed, you definitely came here straight from some down and dirty bedroom action." Groaning, I almost screamed: "I had been kidnapped by Baron Blitzen who wanted to use me in his mutant breeding program. I escaped just before I was raped!" Pausing to think it over, Vamp pulled out a cellphone and quick dialled a number. After few seconds, she spoke: "Hey Risk, you owe me $50. You can check her story when we get down to Poe, but she was kidnapped by a super villain and seduced her guards to escape." after a few moments, she finished the call by saying: "Glad you will make so much money off the sucker bet, any time man." Blushing like a Jovian sunspot, I wanted to bang my head off the wall. Although Vamp's cavalier treatment of the truth was technically inaccurate; unfortunately, given the nature of high-school, playing 'What's my power', was probably a major pastime. In other words, it was bound to come out I was a succubus, and when that happened nobody would ever believe I hadn't fucked my way to freedom. Argh! Thankfully, we had arrived at the campus store. I was impressed, it was a kind hybrid between a Decathlon sports shop and a Tesco supermarket. Selling everything from guns and knuckle-dusters, to beauty products and jewellery, with a wide selection of snack foods thrown in for variation. First thing on the agenda was clothes. I had already decided that I didn't really know enough about girls clothes to make an informed choice of style and fashion. So, on Mrs Carson's advice, I was going to be frank with Cecilia Rogers about my recent gender change and use my new found wealth to commission a complete wardrobe. This meant all I really needed was an outfit to get me through tonight and tomorrow morning. The store was self service, and grabbing a trolley, we headed over to the clothing section. En-route, I had to curb Vamp's enthusiasm, explaining I had a major shopping tripped planned with my guardian for tomorrow morning. I only threw in the guardian bit because I could see the excitement building in her eyes and didn't want to offend her by saying she couldn't come. Then Selene intruded: She actually had the temerity to laugh at my pout, before replying: