((Contains situations of an adult nature. And is really long.))
With the initial chaos of Snowstorm Hannibal well and truly over with, the Chief had finally found the time and means to contact the pair he had unintentionally abandoned on Earth in the wake of the disaster that had killed most of his team. His involvement in the clean up of the neighborhood he had holed up in with Ailis and Rory had been rewarded with accommodation in a house that was far more structurally intact than the original derelict they had found, and Rory was thankfully on the mend. It would be a couple of weeks before he was anywhere near fighting fit again, but at least he was well enough now that Ailis could be persuaded to leave her brother to his own devices for a few hours at a time. She hadn't come with her father on this little expedition, however, after being bullied into catching up on some of her sleep.
Besides, Colm Warren didn't believe it would be necessary. He was still capable of dealing damage if he had to, and he knew at least one of the two who were on their way to join him was more than capable in his own way. The portal was an easier journey than the Ark, which was a blessing in itself, and only a matter of seconds passed by before the Chief was standing on the far side, lounging innocently enough against a wall close to the portal itself. For all his seeming relaxation, however, he was alert, tense. He knew people were out to kill him, though he did not truly know for what reason yet. He was just hoping that Reaper, as the man was now known, was on time. Chief didn't want to stay here any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Six weeks of idleness was enough to drive anyone batty, but for Marine Sergeant John "Reaper" Grimm, it was especially maddening. Six weeks in hiding with only his sister for company and no contact with the outside world. It wasn't that he disliked his sister - quite the contrary - but doctors tended to make the worst patients, and even though he'd more than likely saved her life, the scientist in her was still sore at him for destroying all her work, and maybe more importantly, all their parents' work.
As for John, he was a soldier, not a medic, and the last six weeks had been nerve-wracking, at best, both of them anxious to get on with their lives, whatever those lives might be. Neither knew what had happened while they'd been holed up at the safehouse. Six weeks had come and gone without word from Chief, and John had started to worry that something had gone wrong when they'd finally received word. When word had finally arrived, he and Sam had argued, but John had eventually convinced his sister that this was the best course of action, that they really had no choice. She had reluctantly agreed, choosing to put her trust in her brother's judgment and their lives in the hands of the one man he trusted implicitly.
Anxious to move on and worried for his sister's safety, John made it a point to be on time, not wanting to miss Chief and their one and possibly only opportunity to escape. They'd packed their meager belongings and made their way as quickly as possible to the rendezvous point, both of them a bundle of nerves.
The older soldier spotted them almost before they spotted him, pushing nonchalantly out of his lean against the wall, one hand innocently resting in the pocket of his coat. Only a professional would recognize that hand held a gun, ready to fire if necessary. Chief nodded to the Grimm siblings as they approached, jerking his head toward a small space between the church he'd been lounging against and an abandoned garage. "You first, John," he told them, used to giving orders and expecting them to be obeyed. "Non-hostile environment, urban center, keep your weapon slung. Samantha, you'll follow. I'm right behind you. Go."
John's only reply was a nod of his head, putting them both into Chief's hands. He was armed, as well, his own weapon of choice hidden beneath his coat. His glanced darted briefly to his sister, whom he knew had no choice but to do as she was told, at least for now. Any questions either had would have to wait until they reached their destination, wherever that was. It rankled Samantha that John was so quick to follow the man blindly wherever he led, but she had to put her trust in her brother's judgment. She owed him that much. He had saved her life, after all. John stepped through the small space without hesitation, and Sam was quick to follow on her brother's heels. He wasn't getting away from her that easily or quickly. What they found when they emerged from the portal gave them both pause. They sure as hell weren't in Kansas anymore. Or Nevada either.
They'd emerged into a chilly but bustling square, obviously part of a much larger city, seemingly medieval in style but for the technology on display and in use. No one gave them a second glance as they came into sight; indeed, three people stepping out of nowhere was nothing much to be remarked on in this city. There were people of all races moving with purpose around them, any race they could name and a few more besides. Chief stepped up to them, smirking a little at the looks on the siblings' faces. "Welcome to Rhy'Din," he told them a little gruffly. "We've got digs a few blocks on from here - food, clothes, shelter. Sunshine's holding the fort."
"Great," John remarked sarcastically, only partially under his breath as he swung a look around. It was unclear which part of Chief's statement he was responding to, but from the eyeroll Samantha threw Chief's way, it seemed obvious to them both that her brother wasn't exactly eager to meet up with the man's one and only daughter any time soon.
"Where are we?" she asked, taking in their surroundings with an interest that was partially professional.
"Looks like a Renfaire on crack to me," John remarked again, as his gaze swung back around to his companions.
"It's a hub," Chief told them, prepared to take the time to let them get their bearings. He knew there was nowhere safer than Rhy'Din for them, at least right now. "Familiar with the concept of a multi-verse" All roads lead to Rhy'Din. Best and worst kept secret on a thousand worlds, not all of them Earths." He met Sam's eye-roll with a slightly less contained smirk. It was blindingly obvious to everyone what was or wasn't going on between John Grimm and Ailis Warren, and as far as the Chief was concerned, it was only a matter of time. He jerked his head to the south. "This way. Plenty of time for recon when you're settled in."
Samantha seemed to absorb this information more quickly than her brother, or at least, to accept the concept of it, but Chief's explanation only sparked more questions for John. "So, where are we?" he repeated his sister's question, which the man had only half-answered. They were obviously no longer on Earth or any place that was even vaguely familiar to him, outside that of a mission simulator. Rhy'Din was just a word, a name of a place that gave John no point of reference. Chief might as well have told them they were in Timbuktu for all the help his explanation gave him.
Sam's scientific brain absorbed and processed this information more quickly than John's and she beat Chief to an answer. "Another world in another galaxy would be my guess," she postulated.
"And again I say, great," replied John grimly. Well, it was his name, after all.
"Safe," the older soldier added firmly. "This way, kids." He turned to lead them from the little market. It wasn't the Marketplace in Rhy'Din, merely supplying this poorer area with fresh produce at reasonable prices once a week, but it did its job. Chief led the Grimms into a rabbit warren of two and three storey houses, terraced and interconnected by alleyways and gardens, some derelict, some standing, some showing signs of the damage caused by the heavy snow that was still piled high at the sides of the roads. "And safe's something we all need right now. You two have a little explaining to do."
"Snow," John observed, casually. While he might not be a trained scientist like his sister, he had inherited his parents' scientific intellect, choosing to put it to use in the military, rather than in the scientific field. Still, it didn't take a forensic anthropologist to deduce where they were or that they had arrived following what appeared to have been a particularly nasty winter storm.
Sam traded glances with her brother, knowing he was thinking the same thing. Six weeks on their own had left them feeling anxious, worrying they'd been forgotten or worse.
"So do you," John replied quietly to Chief's comment, knowing this wasn't the time or the place just yet. He took the rear, putting Sam between himself and Chief, more out of habit than necessity. He still wasn't quite sure where they were yet and even though Chief had said it was safe, he wouldn't feel safe until he decided that for himself.
With the initial chaos of Snowstorm Hannibal well and truly over with, the Chief had finally found the time and means to contact the pair he had unintentionally abandoned on Earth in the wake of the disaster that had killed most of his team. His involvement in the clean up of the neighborhood he had holed up in with Ailis and Rory had been rewarded with accommodation in a house that was far more structurally intact than the original derelict they had found, and Rory was thankfully on the mend. It would be a couple of weeks before he was anywhere near fighting fit again, but at least he was well enough now that Ailis could be persuaded to leave her brother to his own devices for a few hours at a time. She hadn't come with her father on this little expedition, however, after being bullied into catching up on some of her sleep.
Besides, Colm Warren didn't believe it would be necessary. He was still capable of dealing damage if he had to, and he knew at least one of the two who were on their way to join him was more than capable in his own way. The portal was an easier journey than the Ark, which was a blessing in itself, and only a matter of seconds passed by before the Chief was standing on the far side, lounging innocently enough against a wall close to the portal itself. For all his seeming relaxation, however, he was alert, tense. He knew people were out to kill him, though he did not truly know for what reason yet. He was just hoping that Reaper, as the man was now known, was on time. Chief didn't want to stay here any longer than was absolutely necessary.
Six weeks of idleness was enough to drive anyone batty, but for Marine Sergeant John "Reaper" Grimm, it was especially maddening. Six weeks in hiding with only his sister for company and no contact with the outside world. It wasn't that he disliked his sister - quite the contrary - but doctors tended to make the worst patients, and even though he'd more than likely saved her life, the scientist in her was still sore at him for destroying all her work, and maybe more importantly, all their parents' work.
As for John, he was a soldier, not a medic, and the last six weeks had been nerve-wracking, at best, both of them anxious to get on with their lives, whatever those lives might be. Neither knew what had happened while they'd been holed up at the safehouse. Six weeks had come and gone without word from Chief, and John had started to worry that something had gone wrong when they'd finally received word. When word had finally arrived, he and Sam had argued, but John had eventually convinced his sister that this was the best course of action, that they really had no choice. She had reluctantly agreed, choosing to put her trust in her brother's judgment and their lives in the hands of the one man he trusted implicitly.
Anxious to move on and worried for his sister's safety, John made it a point to be on time, not wanting to miss Chief and their one and possibly only opportunity to escape. They'd packed their meager belongings and made their way as quickly as possible to the rendezvous point, both of them a bundle of nerves.
The older soldier spotted them almost before they spotted him, pushing nonchalantly out of his lean against the wall, one hand innocently resting in the pocket of his coat. Only a professional would recognize that hand held a gun, ready to fire if necessary. Chief nodded to the Grimm siblings as they approached, jerking his head toward a small space between the church he'd been lounging against and an abandoned garage. "You first, John," he told them, used to giving orders and expecting them to be obeyed. "Non-hostile environment, urban center, keep your weapon slung. Samantha, you'll follow. I'm right behind you. Go."
John's only reply was a nod of his head, putting them both into Chief's hands. He was armed, as well, his own weapon of choice hidden beneath his coat. His glanced darted briefly to his sister, whom he knew had no choice but to do as she was told, at least for now. Any questions either had would have to wait until they reached their destination, wherever that was. It rankled Samantha that John was so quick to follow the man blindly wherever he led, but she had to put her trust in her brother's judgment. She owed him that much. He had saved her life, after all. John stepped through the small space without hesitation, and Sam was quick to follow on her brother's heels. He wasn't getting away from her that easily or quickly. What they found when they emerged from the portal gave them both pause. They sure as hell weren't in Kansas anymore. Or Nevada either.
They'd emerged into a chilly but bustling square, obviously part of a much larger city, seemingly medieval in style but for the technology on display and in use. No one gave them a second glance as they came into sight; indeed, three people stepping out of nowhere was nothing much to be remarked on in this city. There were people of all races moving with purpose around them, any race they could name and a few more besides. Chief stepped up to them, smirking a little at the looks on the siblings' faces. "Welcome to Rhy'Din," he told them a little gruffly. "We've got digs a few blocks on from here - food, clothes, shelter. Sunshine's holding the fort."
"Great," John remarked sarcastically, only partially under his breath as he swung a look around. It was unclear which part of Chief's statement he was responding to, but from the eyeroll Samantha threw Chief's way, it seemed obvious to them both that her brother wasn't exactly eager to meet up with the man's one and only daughter any time soon.
"Where are we?" she asked, taking in their surroundings with an interest that was partially professional.
"Looks like a Renfaire on crack to me," John remarked again, as his gaze swung back around to his companions.
"It's a hub," Chief told them, prepared to take the time to let them get their bearings. He knew there was nowhere safer than Rhy'Din for them, at least right now. "Familiar with the concept of a multi-verse" All roads lead to Rhy'Din. Best and worst kept secret on a thousand worlds, not all of them Earths." He met Sam's eye-roll with a slightly less contained smirk. It was blindingly obvious to everyone what was or wasn't going on between John Grimm and Ailis Warren, and as far as the Chief was concerned, it was only a matter of time. He jerked his head to the south. "This way. Plenty of time for recon when you're settled in."
Samantha seemed to absorb this information more quickly than her brother, or at least, to accept the concept of it, but Chief's explanation only sparked more questions for John. "So, where are we?" he repeated his sister's question, which the man had only half-answered. They were obviously no longer on Earth or any place that was even vaguely familiar to him, outside that of a mission simulator. Rhy'Din was just a word, a name of a place that gave John no point of reference. Chief might as well have told them they were in Timbuktu for all the help his explanation gave him.
Sam's scientific brain absorbed and processed this information more quickly than John's and she beat Chief to an answer. "Another world in another galaxy would be my guess," she postulated.
"And again I say, great," replied John grimly. Well, it was his name, after all.
"Safe," the older soldier added firmly. "This way, kids." He turned to lead them from the little market. It wasn't the Marketplace in Rhy'Din, merely supplying this poorer area with fresh produce at reasonable prices once a week, but it did its job. Chief led the Grimms into a rabbit warren of two and three storey houses, terraced and interconnected by alleyways and gardens, some derelict, some standing, some showing signs of the damage caused by the heavy snow that was still piled high at the sides of the roads. "And safe's something we all need right now. You two have a little explaining to do."
"Snow," John observed, casually. While he might not be a trained scientist like his sister, he had inherited his parents' scientific intellect, choosing to put it to use in the military, rather than in the scientific field. Still, it didn't take a forensic anthropologist to deduce where they were or that they had arrived following what appeared to have been a particularly nasty winter storm.
Sam traded glances with her brother, knowing he was thinking the same thing. Six weeks on their own had left them feeling anxious, worrying they'd been forgotten or worse.
"So do you," John replied quietly to Chief's comment, knowing this wasn't the time or the place just yet. He took the rear, putting Sam between himself and Chief, more out of habit than necessity. He still wasn't quite sure where they were yet and even though Chief had said it was safe, he wouldn't feel safe until he decided that for himself.