Gargoyles: 2198

Disclaimer: Gargoyles is property of Disney and Buena Vista television. Gargoyles 2198 is the sole creation of Greg Weisman, and this fanfiction is created with the sole intention of continuing what he set down in the Master Plan.

One thousand years ago, superstition and the sword ruled, it was a time of darkness, it was a world of fear, it was the age of gargoyles…Stone by day, warriors by night we were betrayed by the humans we had sworn to protect, frozen in stone by a magic spell for a thousand years. Finally the spell was broken…and we lived again!

But our struggle was far from over…for the last 200 years we have faced the future. Navigating an uneasy truce with the human race.

But now the planet Earth itself is under attack! Humanity is helpless. And we may be your last hope for freedom.

We are defenders of the night! We are protectors of this world!

The year is 2198, and we are GARGOYLES!

Nokkar sighed and relaxed. It had been some time since the deaths of his friends the two archeologists, and the doctor. He missed them. With their help he had rigged some of his advanced technology to receive news transmissions.

Whenever something ground braking in the course of his adopted planet's history, his sensors would beep loudly and inform him of what was taking place.

The UN summit on Queen Florence Island was no exception. Nokkar smiled as Ananda Marshal interviewed Alexander Xanatos IV. Nokkar truly liked gargoyles very much. His ignorance of their existence had almost caused him to do the unthinkable: perpetrate the deaths of three innocent beings. There had never been Gargoyles on Easter Island.

But the fact that they had willingly forgiven him so readily for his ignorance, despite what he was about to do to them. He saw them as kindred spirits. Protectors like himself.

BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING! BING!

"No," Nokkar said standing up. "It cannot be! After all these years!"

He walked over to the orbital sensor screen. The image that came up did not alleviate Nokkar's fears. "Space Spawn!" he said his eyes wide in horror, "I knew that this day would come."

The ships were not of any design he was familiar with, but they had the distinctive design of the Space Spawn style.

Nokkar immediately activated his ship's control systems. The entire ship exploded from the ground. Taken in all at once it looked somewhat like a mushroom or a club: The bridge as a large bulge on top, and the engine pods on the bottom. Several Easter Island Moai statues toppled to the ground as Nokkar's ship headed rapidly into orbit.

Nokkar's ship rapidly approached the Space Spawn ships; there were three of them. However, Nokkar did not get and further then a high-end orbit. A green energy beam shot forth from one of the Space-Spawn ships and struck him head on. In an instant, everything shut down. All of Nokkar's systems were non-functional. Even the artificial gravity was gone. The ship slowly tumbled backwards, falling into the planet's atmosphere.

With a gigantic splash, Nokkar's ship fell into the waters of Hudson Bay. Nokkar clutched his face in anguish. He hadn't even been a threat to the Space-Spawn ships. He had failed his adopted peoples…He had failed his planet.

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"Owen," Alex said to his aid, "I just remembered that today is President, Chambers, birthday, and I left his present in the hovercraft."

"Of course sir," Owen said. "I'll retrieve it immediately."

"What would I do without you Owen?"

"Presumably wither away and die sir," Owen said dryly.

Owen made it to the rim of the volcano when, the very air itself began to thunder and shake. A gigantic beetle shaped ship came down from the sky. A green beam shot down into the volcano and everyone was gone. Owen's eyes widened in surprise. The second-in command for the Manhattan Clan, Samson, came loping up next to him. Zafiro, the second for the Chac Ixchel Clan glided down next to him.

"What in the name of heaven!" Zafiro said.

At that moment the change in Owen's pockets, his Lex-com. The belt buckles that the gargoyles wore, and even their armor began to vibrate. Every piece of metal on the planet was now vibrating.

"Attention citizens of this planet. Your world has now been assimilated into the Space Spawn Empire. We have simultaneously taken your world leaders and your Master Matrix. We will be sending Pe'lkars into your cities to administer Martial Law. Any resistance will be will be eliminated. Your planet is now our property, and you are now ours as well. The resources of your planet will be used for the ongoing war against the Na'Kai, and for the glory of the Space Spawn Empire. The biological embryonic chambers that contain the young of the secondary species on this world, as well as your world leaders are all in stasis in orbit around the planet. You may return to your daily lives now."

"Jalapena," Zafiro said slowly. "We've been invaded by aliens."

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There was a ball of flame in the Great Hall in Castle Wyvern. A lone gargoyle and his beast came tumbling out. The gargoyle was brick red. He wore only a loincloth, he had a distinctive beak, long flowing white hair, and two swept back horns.

The beast that tumbled out with him was blue colored, with a white underbelly and a prominently shaped skull. Ridges ran down his back and onto his fairly long tail.

A small metal object also came tumbling out. It clinked across the hall and rolled over into the corner. The young gargoyle rushed after the object. But before he could reach it vanished into it's own flame.

"NO!" he growled in anger his eyes flared. "Not again!"

The gargoyle then took the time to look around. "When are we?" he asked the Garg-beast. "When has this accursed Gate taken us now, Fu-dog? This looks like the hall at Castle Wyvern."

He looked around. The hall had a long ornate table with chairs along it. The red gargoyle stepped gingerly forward and looked at the table. Carved into the wood in front of each of the chairs was a name.

"Queens, Samson, Leon, Ellis, Tribecca," he read slowly going over each name. "Lexington the Third? Angel, Madison the Second. Hudson the Fifth? What is going on here?"

He walked over to the end of the table. There was a large painting with twelve gargoyles on it. Most were very recognizable to him. He read the plaque out loud.

"The original Manhattan Clan: Goliath, Hudson, Brooklyn, Broadway, Lexington, Angela, Bronx, Katana, Nashville, Fu-dog, Coldstone and Coldfire. Accredited with uniting the clans and helping pave way for the Gargoyle Nation?" He looked helplessly at his beast.

"Katana? Nashville?" he said. "Jalapena boy I think we're in the future!"

Fu-dog whimpered and whined at his master.

Ellis had just completed his patrol of the east side. It had been a quiet night. He had visited Blathe and Los Angeles in the Labyrinth and was now headed back to the Eyrie Pyramid. He chucked to himself.Queens andSamson are probablyhaving tons of fun without me, he thought.

He returned to the castle early.Everyone else, including his mate Madison, were still on patrol. He figured he had just enough time to make himself a snack before the others returned for dinner. He made his way into the kitchen, and after pushing two LXM-bots out of his way (He prefered to cook himself instead of having the Robots do it for him) he began making a three cheese pizza. His idea of a light snack.

"Warning," An LXM-bot said suddenly. "Unidentified intruded in sector 7: The Great Hall"

"Wonderful," Ellis said sighing.

"Who are you?" a voice said, the red gargoyle spun around to face an odd site. A male gargoyle who he'd never seen before. Fu-dog whimpered and looked confused.

The speaker looked very much like Broadway, his skin however was brick red, the exact same shade as the first gargoyle, and his wings were Pterosaur-type as well.

Ellislooked surprised. "Gargoyles? What clan are you from how did you get here?"

"Uh," thebeaked gargoyle said, looking perturbed. "I'm from the Manhattan clan." He didn't seem to sure.

"That's not possible," Ellis said. "I know everyone in my clan and you're not from it."

Thered gargoyle tensed up, preparing for a fight. "I don't know what else to tell you."

"LXM-994," The Ellis said, "Bio-scan the intruders in the Great Hall and give me a DNA analysis."

A small Lexington shaped robot stepped out of the corner. A grid pattern spread over the newcomer, who jerked in surprised.

"Genetic Analysis complete. DNA identical to Brooklyn, and Malibu, both gargoyles died in the mid-twenty-first century. The beast's DNA is a match for Fu-Dog. Brooklyn's gargoyle-beast partner."

"That's impossible," Ellis said. "You can't be Brooklyn."

"That's kind of a long story," Brooklyn responded. "And the odds are, you aren't gonna believe it."

At that moment the lights flickered out.

"LXM," Ellis said, "What happened to the lights? LXM? LXM-994?"

"Attention citizens of this planet. Your world has now been assimilated into the Space Spawn Empire. We have simultaneously taken your world leaders and your Master Matrix. We will be sending Pe'lkars into your cities to administer Martial Law. Any resistance will be will be eliminated. Your planet is now our property, and you are now ours as well. The resources of your planet will be used for the ongoing war against the Na'Kai, and for the glory of the Space Spawn Empire. The biological embryonic chambers that contain the young of the secondary species on this world, as well as your world leaders are all in stasis in orbit around the planet. You may return to your daily lives now."

To be continued…

Author's notes: With the voice talents of:

Brooklyn, Owen—Jeff Bennett

Samson—Christopher Judge

Ellis—Richard Dean Anderson

Zafiro—Jorge Garcia

Fu-dog—Frank Welker

Nokkar-James Avery

Space Spawn—Jim Cummings

LXM-994—Thom Adcox-Hernandez