Author: Lisa Moulton PM
In a double blast from the past, Lisa is reunited with both the Warlords the same species that destroyed Alnilam and killed her family and a small number of the men she once told 'I love you'.Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Sci-Fi - Chapters: 20 - Words: 12,785 - Published: 11-30-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3267230
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THIS STORY IS MARY SUE! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT!
Author's Notes: This story came from a dream. I had an awesome dream that all of AL's guys were together in one room, looking like they do today rather than what they looked like when they were together. There was Clark, Luke, Doctors Five and Eight, and Data. I remember hugging and comforting the guys. When I woke up, I wanted to write it as a story. So, Infusion was born.
In-Jokes: The Timescoop, Databank and the Time Charts are all from Doctor Who. "The Five Doctors", "Castrovalva" and "The Sirens of Time", to be exact.
Disclaimers: AL and the Warlords are mine, Clark is DC Comics', Luke is George Lucas', Data is Gene Roddenberry's, Erik is Gaston Leroux's, Adam is Thames Television's, and the two Doctors are the BBC's.
Chapter One: Return of the Warlords
They have traveled the galaxy for thousands upon thousands of years, taking over planets and sapping away at the life forces and abilities of races. Starting at the farthest reaches of the universe and working their way inward, they eventually made their way to a lush planet in the arm of a spiral galaxy.
They had figured that a planet full of quadrupeds would be no match for them. After all, only one sentient humanoid family of five couldn't oppose them. They had no weapons to turn on them. They hadn't counted on it.
They didn't care that they had killed its family and wounded all of its friends. They didn't care that they destroyed its home and everything it had ever known.
However, when it materialized on board their ship and set off their bombs, their race took a large hit. That ship had been the only one in the sector. To send another all the way there would take a considerable amount of time.
One of the races they'd taken over had invented strange machines, one that could pluck anyone and anything out of the time-stream and deposit them just about anywhere. One could pinpoint those people in time. One had information on just about everyone who had inhabited every planet in the known universe.
That race had called it the Timescoop, the Time Chart and the Databank. To the Warlords, it was simply alien machinery.
They were an impressive race. They all stood six feet tall or more and had more muscle than they knew what to do with. This was not saying they were stupid, oh no. They were smart enough to take over multiple races and build a machine that would drain certain aspects of them and infuse it into their own people.
These were the descendants of the same Warlords that had destroyed a good portion of that planet and killed the family of its now-only humanoid inhabitant.
They didn't know how, but, they did know that, somehow, that humanoid boarded that ship and set off the onboard bombs.
They didn't know that the person who had destroyed the ship was a humanoid female named Lisa, who was born and had grown up on that lush planet, Alnilam. They didn't know that, while destroying half of Alnilam, they killed her family and wounded a lot of her friends. And they didn't know that she had teamed up with a Time Lord known as the Doctor, used his TARDIS to board the Warlord ship and, with his help, set off the bombs.
All they knew was that one of their ships had been mysteriously destroyed and it would take them a very long time to get back to that particular sector of the galaxy. The only clue they had about what had happened was a single, yellow-gold feather. A feather, they found, that gave off an unusual reading from their instruments. The DNA was supercharged and, even severed from its owner, the feather still glowed in the darkness and seemed to absorb heat from whatever came into contact with it, even if there was no heat to absorb.
If a single feather had that much power, they reasoned, then whomever it belonged to had to be even more powerful. Thus, they set off for that faraway sector of the galaxy, hoping to find that who owned the feather.
Starting their scanners, the Warlords began their search, and were determined to stop at nothing to get what they wanted.
End chapter one.