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Disclaimer The following story is a Whateley Academy fan fiction it is just for fun... Characters you recognize will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If it matches the timeline, characters, and continuity in anyway blame dumb luck, this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) you can find the canon Whateley Academy Stories at:

Warning this section is a little darker, more violent and further from canon then my earlier Stocwon stories.


January 18, 2007

NOAA reports continued development of a storm northeast of the Bahamas upper level steering currents appear to be taking the storm north east and well out to sea.

Early Morning Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

The being now known as The Bastard, was pleased, his reserve resources had departed promptly and were making excellent time. They unlike the Old Ones accursed storm would be in place and on time. In a few days their little children’s crusade would be little more than a memory, he looked forward to the memories he would soon have of torturing the little queen.


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Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whatelely Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

One-hundred bottles of beer on the wall,
One-hundred bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ninety bottles of beer on the wall!

Ninety bottles of beer on the wall,
Ninety bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighty bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighty bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventy bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventy bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventy bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixty bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixty bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifty bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifty bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Forty bottles of beer on the wall!

Forty bottles of beer on the wall,
Forty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirty bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirty bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-six bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-five bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-five bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-four bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-four bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-three bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-three bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-two bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-two bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty-one bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty-one bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty-one bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twenty bottles of beer on the wall!

Twenty bottles of beer on the wall,
Twenty bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Nineteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Nineteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Nineteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eighteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Eighteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Eighteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seventeen bottles of beer on the wall!

Seventeen bottles of beer on the wall,
Seventeen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Sixteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Sixteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Sixteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fifteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Fifteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Fifteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Fourteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Fourteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Fourteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Thirteen bottles of beer on the wall!

Thirteen bottles of beer on the wall,
Thirteen bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Twelve bottles of beer on the wall!

Twelve bottles of beer on the wall,
Twelve bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eleven bottles of beer on the wall!

Eleven bottles of beer on the wall,
Eleven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Ten bottles of beer on the wall!

Ten bottles of beer on the wall,
Ten bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Nine bottles of beer on the wall!

Nine bottles of beer on the wall,
Nine bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Eight bottles of beer on the wall!

Eight bottles of beer on the wall,
Eight bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Seven bottles of beer on the wall!

Seven bottles of beer on the wall,
Seven bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Six bottles of beer on the wall!

Six bottles of beer on the wall,
Six bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Five bottles of beer on the wall!

Five bottles of beer on the wall,
Five bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Four bottles of beer on the wall!

Four bottles of beer on the wall,
Four bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Three bottles of beer on the wall!

Three bottles of beer on the wall,
Three bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
Two bottles of beer on the wall!

Two bottles of beer on the wall,
Two bottles of beer!
Take one down,
Pass it around,
One bottle of beer on the wall!

One bottle of beer on the wall,
One bottle of beer!
Take it down,
Pass it around,
No more bottles of beer on the wall!

[Please remember this is the demon kicked out of hell for being to annoying]

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Boston, Massachusetts --The Hilton Logan Airport

The hotel was located adjacent to Logan International Airport. Downtown Boston, Quincy Market and Faneuil Hall were two miles away. Fenway Park and the Theater District were five miles away. The Back Bay, Beacon Hill and Hynes Convention Center were four miles from the hotel. The Massachusetts Port Authority was a mile away. Gregory Phelton’s mind was dwelling on a spot several score of miles to the north and west, his object Whateley Academy. He checked for postings in a wide verity of innocuous looking web sites. A comment on a movie here a Star Trek vs. Star Wars flame war there. His units were in country, the logistics were in place. He posted a very poor piece of Buffy fan fiction to a popular site coded messages and plot development had a less then friendly relationship. He ate a hearty breakfast and checked out of his hotel.

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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania -- A Hotel overlooking Rittenhouse Square

Abdul-Nasir logged off the website he had a long day ahead of him he had three members of his team to pick up and over five hundred miles of road to cover. He checked out of his hotel and began his day.

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Omaha. Nebraska

The corruption that had once been Eric Voller was compliant with his master’s orders he pulled into a fuel station just outside of Omaha and refilled his tank. He dutifully performed a host of preventative maintenance tasks he no longer had the free will to neglect them. Voller’s truck was soon headed East on Interstate Eighty.

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Somewhere on Interstate Thirty-Five

Three of them had once been men the forth was once a woman. A quick glance at the group would not warrant a second. They stopped and added fuel to their vehicle, a white dodge van in it’s forth year of service. They paid cash for their gas and were soon on their way again.

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Whateley Academy

I placed the robotic rabbit with a largebase drum in the front of the classroom, transformed into an early version of Lightning Lass and wrote ENERGIZER on the board. It was about that time the substitute came though the door with a message for Doctor Pollard and I. We had a meeting with the magic department.

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I gave Doctor Pollard fair warning of last night’s meeting. We had spent some of the early morning making copies of his notes. Still as a scientist Doctor Pollard felt more than a little out of place in a room full of magic users. More distressing was the fact that the department head was not chairing the meeting Mrs. Carson was. Doctor Pollard and I were not the only ones brought into the meeting Nikki, Sara, Ayla, Left Field, Lab Rat, and Fax were there as well. The later four exhibited a look very much resembling that of your typical deer caught by the headlights of a speeding semi. There were also several representatives of Whateley Security in attendance.

“We have two principle reasons for this meeting; the first is an interdepartmental matter the second is a matter of campus security. Let us address the first issue. The nature of the complaint involves a student teacher in one department giving advanced instruction in another. I have investigated this complaint and found it invalid. Miss Beacon was not a student teacher at the time; in fact at the time she gave this instruction she was merely a visitor to our campus. That was however; if anyone asks is the official reason for this meeting. Please secure the room,” commanded Mrs. Carson.

The doors of the windowless room were shut as guards took position outside the doors. Security personnel checked equipment and spells were cast. Nothing was said until Miss Grimes and Chief Delarose singled their satisfaction.

Security concerns satisfied -- Mrs. Carson continued; “Twice last semester we found our defenses were sorely tested. The magic department has recently come across a new type of warding as well as some serious cause to fear continued and greater threats. I will let Miss Grimes explain.”

“This information may be new to most of you. I only found out about it myself last night. Over the winter break, one of our students succeeded in summoning and subjugating to his will a demon lord.” Miss Grimes paused as the room was flooded by a torent of wispers.

In the flood of whispers you could hear the various magic instructors trying to figure out who failed to return from the break.

Miss Grimes cleared her throat and continued, “The student not only survived but came to a mostly equitable agreement with the demon. He used some magical techniques previously unknown on this plane of existence. You are probably wondering who this student is and who or what was mentoring him. Some of you have Left Field in your classes he has learned some incredible warding techniques over the break. His mentor was Stocwon who is currently working as a student teacher in powers theory under Doctor Pollard. Now you are probably are wondering why a student teacher of such great magical talent and knowledge wound up assigned to the powers group. Stocwon came to our campus in late December for testing not quite fully awake to her true nature. She is temporarily being classified as a Class X Entity of an unknown type; she calls herself a servant of the Akashic Record. The last time she had manifested in this dimension was to witness the Sundering Aunghadhail confirms her story. She says her kind normally maintain a strict neutrality the information she leaked during her awakening is all she will divulge.”

Miss Grimes introduced Left Field and I, I smiled and waved. On the way to the meeting I had shifted to the form I had used during the Young Entrepreneurs meeting of the previous day. Miss Grimes explained that what I divulged during my awakening were the only things I would reveal. She also explained that I was merely here to watch. After some discussion the meeting quickly broke into two groups one to study what I had revealed to Left Field, the other to go over Doctor Pollard notes with a fine tooth comb to find any other bean I had spilled. Both groups would be checking with Miss Grimes and Chief Delarose about how best to use the new information to best add to the schools defenses. Left Field who was now charged with giving lessons to half of his instructors had been far less worried when he was dealing with the demon lord. I did arrange for him to get work study pay for his efforts after all he is a scholarship student.

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Houston, Texas in an apartment just off of FM 1960

John Smith watched and read the news browsing an eclectic array of sources, he waited his various traps were ready. As to what they would catch he had only inkling. His intuition was linked to Gaia and his hopes for a future pushed. him onward.
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Henry County, Illinois

David Swenson awoke with a hangover in the county jail. His lawyer would be visiting him soon. Things did not look good, this was not just a DWI this time. His hangover kicked into overdrive as he read the list of charges against him. The seven counts of manslaughter proved a definite chill to his mood.

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Illinois Somewhere on Interstate 80

Officer Fritz Schnitt of the Illinois State Police followed the light blue subcompact after it failed to single a lane change. As a precaution he called in its California plates. The car was listed as belonging to a missing person; Schnitt turned on his lights and stopped the car. There were three adults in the car (The missing person was a Loraine Cook of Cathedral City, California). Officer Schnitt approached the driver’s side of the vehicle the young women in the driver seat calmly complied with his request for her driver’s license something was just not right about her. As he headed back to his Patrol Car he heard the passenger door open.

It was theity miniutes later that another Officer came upon Schnitt’s Patrol Car and Officer Fritz Schnitt’s remains. His dash cam had captured part of the transformation as the two passengers took on nightmare shapes. Much to his credit Officer Schnitt managed to get off two rounds before the creatures tore him limb from limb a third creature emerged from the driver’s side to join the feast.

The creature that had once been Loraine Cook her appetite temperately satiated realized her car was being sought after. She exited the intersate in preparation to aquire an alternet means of transport. One of her companions now back in human form congratulated her on avoiding the ticket.

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Some Where on Interstate Forty-Four in Missouri

It had started with an email from a hacker friend of Carl’s. They ordered the parts for the gadgets he recommended from six set different sites the two gadgets went together easily and they worked as advertised. The first item could disable a car it did something to the electrical system. The other item was sort of like a tazer but somehow short circuited the nervous system in a very strange way. It knocked the subject unconscious for about ten minutes, and caused a ten minute memory loss. With his friends Kayla and Lenny Carl had all that he needed for his own little crime wave. It was a simple routine Kayla would drive down the highway and zap a car. Carl and Lenny would follow behind playing the Good Samaritan they would stop as if to help the stranded driver. The next step was simple just rob them and zap them. They were having a ball quick money and lots of excitement.

Kayla spotted their next victims at a gas stop they looked like a bunch of Mexicans. They had a white dodge van with Texas plates. They paid for everything in cash. They looked like the ideal victims.

Twenty miles down the road Kayla zapped the van. Five minutes later Carl and Lenny made their appearance. Two men were in the front of the van looking under the hood. The woman sat in the driver’s seat as she talked to the two men in Spanish. A third man sat behind the van seemingly admirering the scenery. Lenny pulled a gun while Carl casually zapped the third man. The results were not what he expected. Instead of going down darkness seemed to envelop their intended victim then his form began to shift. As he changed his cries of Matanza, Matanza Matanza turned into a feral growl. The thing that confronted them was only mildly distracted by Lenny’s low caliber pistol, but it was enough to change the creature’s target. Carl almost managed to get the car started before the venomous misshapen clawed hand came though his driver side window to grab him by the throat. After pausing for a snack the four loaded their equipment into the car. They rolled down the damaged window and drove on ignoring the cold January weather.

Kayla never reported her friends missing. The police found the Van and the remains of one body later the creature that was Carl would prove to be a problem in the area for the next three months.

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A Small Farm Near Newburg, Missouri

Dona May Jones was happy to get the new listing the little farm looked very marketable it previous residents had dropped of the keys earlier that morning. She came by on her way home to see how the cleaning crew had preformed. The crew had done its job she would be able to start showing the property tomorrow.

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Somewhere South East of Newburg, Missouri

A convoy of three vehicles was heading for a new home in Georgia. Ffuts had made certain the girls’ two cars as well as his truck were protected against his little car crippler. Ffuts, Kid Vid and Hay Hue made there way south east along a verity of roads.

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The Johnson Residence Not Far From Whateley Academy

I had a quite evening with Mrs. Johnson I had little I could talk about and much to watch.

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Disclaimer The following story is a Whateley Academy fan fiction it is just for fun... Characters you recognize will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If it matches the timeline, characters, and continuity in anyway blame dumb luck, this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) you can find the canon Whateley Academy Stories at:

Warning this section is a little darker, more violent and further from canon then my eairlier Stocwon stories.

Sapphire's Place ( www.sapphireplace.com/stories/whateley.html )
The Big Closet ( bigclosetr.us/topshelf/taxonomy/term/117 )
The Crystal Hall ( crystalhall.org/ )

January 19, 2007


NOAA reports continued development of a storm north northeast of the Cape Hatteras upper level steering currents appear to be taking the storm north and east and well out to sea.

Early Morning Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

The being now known as The Bastard, was pleased, his reserve resources were on there way easily eliminating the few small obstacles they encountered. Soon the small vexing spot on the map would trouble him no more.

His satisfied gloating was interrupted as I appeared in his chamber. He tried to order his nearest minions to attack my cone shaped form I easily held them at bay.

“I envoke the code of Errus Kaygill and claim the hosptality of the primal,” I said.

Unable to cause me harm he asked me what I was.

“I am an omen; I am that which watches the swing of the pendulums,” I said.

“Are you an omen sent by my masters,” he growled.

“No, my being in this world is omen, I am an omen of change,” I said.

“Then I a welcome you for I shall be a bringer of changes,” he boosted.

“I herald the possibility not the certainty or the dirrecton of change. Beyond that this is purely a socal call. In the last world I visited I spent a human lifetime waiting to watch a nuclerer war that never came,” I said.

“I will not disappoint you the Old Ones will rule this world once more,” he proclaimed.

“I care not, it is the trying I watch,” I said and disappeared.

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Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whatelely Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this land
I'd hammer out danger
I'd hammer out a warning
I'd hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a bell
I'd ring it in the morning
I'd ring it in the evening
All over this land
I'd ring out danger
I'd ring out a warning
I'd ring out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

If I had a song
I'd sing it in the morning
I'd sing it in the evening
All over this land
I'd sing out danger
I'd sing out a warning
I'd sing out love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

Well I've got a hammer
And I've got a bell
And I've got a song to sing
All over this land
It's the hammer of justice
It's the bell of freedom
It's the song about love between my brothers and my sisters
All over this land

[IF I HAD A HAMMER (The Hammer Song) words and music by Lee Hays and Pete Seeger]

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Camp Usher Somewhere in New Hampshire's White Mountains

Camp Usher was a typical New Hampshire summer camp; typical except for the large compound of steel buildings on the north end of the property. Until a few weeks ago those buildings only housed a few old tractors. The buildings now held an arsenal many small countries would envy. Gregory Phelton arrived late yesterday he met with the leaders of his advanced party they assured him all the logistics were in place. He dedicated his morning to inspections pausing only to greet new units as they arrived. His main force was quickly asembling here, while his light irregulers played a scavenger hunt as they moved across the contry unaware of their final objective.

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Houston, Texas in an apartment just off of FM 1960

John Smith had found the pattern and the code. As a hacker Smith was only second rate. Smith true talent was to see patterns were no one else could. What separated his talent from madness was the truth of the patterns for Smith madness was perfectly in tune with the universe. He found the code that one side was using to communicate and added a few messages of his own.


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In a McDonalds Somewhere on Interstate 80

For Frank, Orrville, and Sherman it was another breakfast at McDonalds. It was not just for the free Wi-Fi, Sherman loved their Deluxe Big Breakfast and Frank was addicted to their Hash Browns. The free Wi-Fi was important it was where they received their morning message, the message that told them where they needed to be. For security reasons they did not know where or what the final target would be. Only that the time was soon and they would get to kill some mutant freaks. They traveled in two vehicles Frank with Orrville in the hummer and Sherman in his Jeep. Frank was the one with the money and the military experience, four years in the Army. Frank recruited the other two, they were hunting buddies they also worked for his construction company. He met them at a Humanity First meeting and they all just sort of hit it off. Orrville was the youngest of the group only two years out of high school he was the one with the laptop. Sherman was already halfway through his hotcakes when Orrville said;”Got it, we are a go.”

They left the crowded restaurant. Sitting in the Hummer Orrville revealed their target.

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Whateley Academy

It was only a little after breakfast when the first call came in. The call went straight to Mrs. Carson on a secure line. It was from an important Alumnus. “I am not certain what is going on but someone is doing some very strange things to warn you, watch the news and the interstates,” said the Alumnus.

“Thank You Gabriella,” was Mrs. Carson only reply.

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Camp Usher Somewhere in New Hampshire's White Mountains

It was well past midmorning when Abdul-Nasir and his team arrived at the compound. Gregory Phelton was quick to greet them, they had a vital part to play in the early assault as well as an important part of to play in the after event spin, at least their martyr tapes would play there part in a very deep propaganda game. They talked with no one other then Phelton before departing. They left using the three rented SUVs they arived in and six large trucks and a pickup truck Phelton provided them.

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Whateley Academy

I took the form of a very prim and proper young English teacher that morning. I gave my remedial powers theory course a two part assignment and let them out of class early.

Part one -- find an esper in your dorm on Friday night and ask them their plans for the week end.

Part two -- find out who Cassandra was in reference to the Iliad.

After class Doctor Pollard asked me, “Thanh, what the hell do you think you was doing?”

“Making maximum use of a teaching moment,” I said over my horned rimmed glasses. What I did not tell anyone was that those that did their homework early would have an improved likelyhood of living long enough to turn it in.

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On a Back Road Somewhere in Seneca County Ohio

The creature that had once been Loraine Cook and her three companions had required two changes of vehicles. Their latest ride was a red Ford pickup truck they acquired an hour before dawn. They had not wasted the time to eat their last kills. Time was at a premium and they were falling behind. All the back roads they had been forced to use had taken their toll. They pulled into a gas station just outside of a small town, one of the males got out to pump gas while that which once was Loraine went into the station to pay. In a small crop of trees not far from the gas station three men kept a careful watch. The first shot out of Orrville’s .460 Weatherby Magnum caliber rifle was aimed at the truck’s driver. Frank hit a button on a remote control the gas pumps exploded. Fuel went everywhere. Orrville chambered another round and Frank hit another button the second explosion ignited the gas. The flaming thing that once was Loraine Cook emerged from the fire far too quickly for anything human. Orrville’s next shot hit only a space where she once had been. Sherman panicked as she charged, frozen with fear his twelve gage shotgun held idly in his hand as she disembowel him with her claw. Orrville’s next shot splattered her head the claws still raking Sherman. Frank used his shotgun to blast the headless body again and again. In the end they had to burn what was left along with Sherman’s body as the pulsing chaos of that insane creature somehow took root in his remains. Frank and Orrville drove off before the local authorities arrived they were both shaken by what they had seen. They were not even sure what they killed were mutants but they were dam sure they dealt with something that needed killing. They never even thought about the gas station attendant who survived the event in a walk in freezer.

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A Hotel in Augusta, Georgia

Ffuts, Kid Vid and Hay Hue checked into the hotel suite they would spend the weekend her waiting for the realestate agent to give them the keys to their new safe house Monday morning.

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CNN Headline News

The mysterious Midwest Interstate highway murder spree continues to baffle law enforcement officials. Many of the attacks seem to be directed at law enforcement. For the latest on this and new developments in the natalee Holloway story tune into Nancy Grace, on Headline Prime.

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Whateley Academy

An Email message arrived for Samantha Everheart it carried an encoded message even with Hive’s massive processing power it took Sam three minutes to decode it.

It simply said; “Confidential sources inform me of a major theat to your institution this weekend – take arms Lord Paramount, Prince of Wallachia.”

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Amelia Hartford was having a bad day parents from three super hero groups all with strong espers in them phoned about security precautions, followed by a call from Doctor Diabolik who had intel on several anti mutant groups. Hartford quickly relayed the information to both Mrs. Carson and Chief Delarose.

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In her room in Hawthorn Paige Donner was literally going through Hell in the end she wound up vomiting another snake.

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By dinnertime Chief Delarose was involved in a long discussion with ARC about what appeared to be a rash of Voodoo were attacks across the Midwest. Oddly the attacks seemed more coincidental then deliberate. In each case the police presence in the areas involved had been heightened do to other reasons. Statisticly if not for the increased anti DWI crackdown on I 80 the chance of a patrol car intersepting a Voodoo were would have been less then one percent. Alarmingly the fact that there were a dozen such stops meant there had to be almost a thousand such vehicles. The crime wave that hit I 44 also created an increased police presence but in this case over half the stopping of weres was done by unwary criminals. All the vehicles stopped were headed North and East.

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A short time later Mrs. Carson was on the phone with the Office of Home Land Security informing her there was a credible terrorist threat to over twenty four New England boarding schools. She calmly called Ms. Hartford into her office and told her; “Implement security level Omega effective immediately” As Ms. Hartford exited Mrs. Carson received a call from the Vatican.

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January 19, 2007 1700 hours -- Whateley Academy Crystal Hall

The acoustics of Crystal Hall were far better planed that might be noticeable by the casual observer this became obvious as the rarely used public address system cut through the nominally obscuring background noise of the cafeteria as if it wasn’t there.

The commanding tone of Mrs. Carson’s voice booked no argument as she announced; “Attention all students and staff effective immediately the school is on code Omega alert. Crystal Hall will be closing in forty minutes, all student are to report to their house parents at 1800. All staff are to make Omega Preparations.”

Crystal Hall was silent for all of three point seven three seconds before it exploded in conversation with everyone talking at once. At the team Kimba table Lancer, Tennyo, and Shroud got back in line for another tray of food.
“I thought Jin didn’t eat,” asked Chou?

“She, dosen’t, but since we are in a hurry she is helping Billie with her trays,” said Jade.

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January 19, 2007 1800 hours -- Whateley Academy Poe Cottage

For once everyone came to the dorm meeting on time. Everyone wanted to know what was going on. Mrs. Horton proved to be more authoritative than informative as she said; “Officially I am here to tell you we have received several rumors of threats to the school. You need to go to your rooms and get your bedding, three days worth of clothing, any weapons you believe useful, and your coats. We are heading across campus to shelters in the tunnels meet me here in twenty minutes. Security auxiliaries will move with their respective houses then report to alternate security station twelve. Unofficially I will tell you more when we get into the tunnels.”

Similar scenes were playing out in all of Whateley’s dormitories in Hawthorne Lewis was being moved to an alternate tank deep underground..

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January 19, 2007 1810 hours -- The Johnson Residence Not Far From Whateley Academy

Mrs. Johnson answered the phone. She told me about the Omega alert and that all faculty and staff were to report to the school bringing any dependant in the immediate area. I told her I already knew and had taken the liberty of packing for her. We were nearly out the door before she realized I had started packing at four thirty. The short ride to Whateley was uneventful security met us at the front gate.

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January 19, 2007 -- 1830 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Chief Delarose looked over what comprised his shall command staff and began the briefing. “Reynolds, Trout what are your current deployments?”

“I am covering the northern perimeter with Squads Five and Six in full battle armor, as I left them I pulled Squad four out to change they were still in standard kit, said Lieutenant Reynolds.

“I have Simpkins and McHale on the main gate in standard kit, the rest Squad Eight is changing to armor. Squads Seven and Nine are deployed along the southern half of our perimeter,” said Lieutenant Trout.

“Where do we stand Forsyth,” asked the Chief.

“Squad Three and the newbies providing escort a traffic control for student and staff movement Squad Two is in overwatch. Squad One is suited up and in reserve, said Lieutenant Forsyth.

“Ok then, Sergeant-Major Smythe will be joining me in the HQ. Gunny Bardue will be coordinating and briefing the student auxiliaries. Stan and Morrie will be coordinating damage control and Ito Tatsuo-sama will be organizing final defenses with the rest of the students and faculty,” said the Chief.

After a brief pause Delarose continued; “The basic situation is we are in the middle of a perfect storm of threat intelligence overload. Here is what we have;

• We have reports of a large group of Voodoo Weres is infiltrating across the interstates this group seems to be more human in thought and apperance then the ones we dealt with in the December attack. They have been found to be carrying a verity of equipment and devises that might be sensitive teleportation. They may be some types of support units.
• We have reports of HF inspired Hate groups heading in our direction.
• We have a large amount of chatter on terrorist networks about a plot to attack boarding schools in New England.
• We have tips from various sources that a large mercenary group is planning an attack on us.
• We have a being on campus who’s believed purpose is to have a front row seat for Armageddon.

As to the voracity of the intel. sources include worried parents on both sides of the law, the department of homeland security, four state police departments, the Vatican, the Devil, and numerous soothsayers.

For this weekend we have a new moon, current weather is cool and clear but there is a nor’easter off the coast of Boston that is behaving strangely so the weather could go to shit with only a few hours notice.

We are on our own turf so that is in our favor.

Our primary mission is to defend the students. We will be supplementing security units with the Bunch, the Pack, the Peacekeepers, and the Junior S.T.A.R. League. We may get help from the traditional sources but they will not be dispatched until we confirm a threat. We will need to hold until relieved and maintain lines of communication. The Pack will be in direct support of second platoon, and the Peacekeepers will support third platoon. Star League and the Bunch will be in reserve with first platoon. Expect other attachment and detachments as the weekend moves on.
We will defend this campus against whatever hits us over the next seventy-two hours

We will be using defense plan 87, plan 723 is the backup plan. Whatever hits us I want the intel yesterday. All logistics will be coordinate by Sergeant-Major Smythe. I am having a student shrink and store all POVs. Temporary clinic will be in lab eleven. Officer Everhart will be with me as an adjunct to communications. Secondary head quarters are at 4C standard chain of command. We will generate a new single book it will be distributed at 2000 hrs.

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January 19, 2007 -- 1900 hours -- Whateley Academy Training Area 75

Among the many legacies left over the years by those classes that passed thru the gates of Whateley the gift left by the class of seventy-five is often considered the lamest. It was one of the more deeply buried training areas, so deep in fact that it was a pain to get there. It was also an area that was little used. Other than its arched armor reinforced ceiling Area 75 was a gymnasium little different than what could be found on any high school campus. It had been used for about two years its very inadequacies inspired Arena 77. In more recent years it was still occasionally used for a pickup game of basket ball but for the most part it lay forgotten. Area had a complete set of showers and locker rooms and as well as a good size equipment room and a few offices. A cleaning robot kept the lost relic from gathering to much dust. As Mrs. Horton led her charges to this destination only Jade and her sister recognized the location.

“Ladies and gentalmen for the next few days this will be our home. Welcome to Poe South,” stated Mrs. Horton.

Mrs. Horton gave directions to those students that were part of Security. She then began directing the remainder of the students in deploying the room full of Viet Nam era army cots. Ayla, Billi, Bunny and the J team found themselves with the task of setting up camp Kimba. They did not have to set up a cot for Sara the door to the Lovecraft room had attached itself to the girls locker-room.

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January 19, 2007 -- 1900 hours -- Whateley Academy Simulation Area 81

Deep under Kane Hall was the little talked about dark legacy of the class of 81, the group that conceived this set of neo gothic chambers had far too much exposure to Gary Gygax so while most of the class worked on a lofty tower and Observatory Dome the dark group built a dungeon below its foundation. Over the years this area was used for various things. In the end it became the emergency housing area for Hawthorn, Twain and Whitman. Maintenance and medical personel as well as some students from Twain and Whitman aided in the logistics of evacuating Hawthorn. As to the rest of the campus the Girls from Dickinson and Melville took up residence in Arena 77 and the boys from Emerson and Melville wound up in Arena 91

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January 19, 2007 -- 2100 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Gunnery Sergeant Oscar Bardue had spent the last hour briefing student auxiliaries. Sensei Ito would be sending a few more groups in later but for now it was a matter of settling in. improving their position and waiting.

Forth Platoon was an improvisation lead by Sergeant Wilson the newly created unit had a primary mission of relief. He had four squads composed of a mix of security and other staff. Their first duty was relieving third platoon between 2400 and 0600 hours. They then would relieve second platoon between 0600 and 1200, which gave the entire perimeter twelve on and six off.


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January 20, 2007 -- 0100 hours Pilton Academy, Pilton, Massacuseus Nine Miles South of Boston

Pilton is a boarding and day school for students whose top priority is academic success. Pilton’s program is specifically designed for the college bound. Pilton offers an intellectually challenging environment that respects students for the uniquely talented individuals they are. By setting the highest expectations for each student, Pilton's faculty nurtures and support their students insuring that Pilton graduates leave with a strong sense of confidence and competence. That is what its catalog said. Over the years Pilton had developed a strong reputation for turning the spoiled children of upper classes into responsible adults. Campus security at Pilton had good representation more than once the quick reaction of campus security had prevented the kidnapping of one or more of their silver spoon charges. In the early morning of January the twentieth a tractor trailer truck crashed through the main gate a lone security guard tried to stop it. He was shot for his efforts, but not before getting off a message. The remainder of his security shift quickly rallied as the truck loaded with explosives made its way to a small grassy area between Pathway House and Arbor House (The campus’s two largest dorms) and exploded.





Disclaimer The following story is a Whateley Academy fan fiction it is just for fun... Characters you recognize will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If it matches the timeline, characters, and continuity in anyway blame dumb luck, this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) you can find the canon Whateley Academy Stories at:

Warning this section is a little darker, more violent and further from canon then my eairlier Stocwon stories.

Also a special thank you to Rhodes for some very valuable input that will become more evident next chapter.

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January 20, 2007 -- 0400 hours Silex Academy Hanover, New Hampshire
The unique nature of Silex Academy made it a difficult target for a terror attack. Though the school had over four hundred students its largest cottage held only twenty students and the school covered over thirty five hundred acres.
The school’s strong international reputation, innovative liberal arts program, and exclusive clientele made it a target for Abdul-Nasir. Its dispersed nature made the student body a more labor intensive target. The large truck was not loaded with explosives, it was used to ram and push apart the two local police cars that were blockading the front entrance this made way for an SUV and a pickup truck. An assault rifle fired from the SUV finished off the police while the pickup truck made the rounds of the campus. The man firing rocket propelled grenades from the back of the pickup truck did most of the damage.

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January 20, 2007 -- 0600 hours Bridges House Concord, New Hampshire

After a four thirty wake up the Governor quickly began assessing the situation. State and local police were already doing everything in there power to protect the various schools and institutions that housed children. There was no way that the Governor could any less than his utmost to preserve the lives of children under threat as he activated the states National Guard. This scene was repeated in other states from New Jersey and Pennsylvania all the way up to Maine. The quick actions of the State Governors did nothing to prevent the attack on a School in Maine that occurred at ten minutes after seven that morning.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1300 hours Camp Usher Somewhere in New Hampshire's White Mountains

Colonel Gregory Phelton had donned the Uniform of a National Guard Major. The uniforms and equipment paint jobs displayed by his command used the same motif. When it was announced that the New Hampshire National Guard was activated it meant that his unit would draw less suspicion on the road. Very few guard units would be ready to roll on a moments notice even units that were drilling that weekend would require some time before they could be on the road. Phelton sent his advance parties out at 0700 but waited till 1300 to begin his move. He entered his command vehicle and gave the word to move out.

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January 20, 2007 – 1800 hours Zulu -- Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

That which passed for blood in the being now known as The Bastard burned with anticipation his stupid storm was smaller then he preferred but was heading for the target. The reserves he had committed as an alternative had suffered only the most minor attrition in their cross country journey. His other diversions would soon be in place to aid in preventing his target from being reinforced. He would soon crush the upstart children and continue his true campaign.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1400 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

The phones were still working Chief Delarose considered that a good sign. What he and Mrs. Carson were hearing from the Governor was less than encouraging. Every institution that could rub two boy scouts together was demanding additional police or Guard protection. Everyone was spread thin, the Governor said he would try to scrape something together for Whateley but he doubted he could add much to the schools relatively strong defenses. It was Nikki Reilly that called in reinforcements.

Sensei Ito had a unique problem hundreds of very talented teenagers in a very tense situation. What he did was what any good commander does in such a situation; he put them to work at improving their position. He used some of the other instructors to advise and coordinate their activity. In the seventeen hours since they moved to the tunnels the students had kept very busy creating two new isolated secure communications networks, several fortified checkpoints, and a large number of traps and other unpleasant surprises.

Amazingly it was a student that had expedited the move of Chef Marcel’s kitchen. Alya Goodkind had gotten the move completed a full day ahead of schedule. The official plan called for eight meals consisting of MREs in the end only two were required. The odd combination of bricks and gadgeters she put together was a true study in cat herding.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1400 hours -- Mediwhila Were Reservation

“She calls,” said Eli.

“Has it begun,” asked Ben.

“No but she feels we will be stronger together than divided,” said Eli.

“The school is a more defensible position. The protection it provides would be better for the young and the old, said Ben.

“Then we move, I have her instructions for passage through their lines,” stated Eli.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1530 hours -- Whateley Academy Range Four

In some ways they looked like refuges pregnant women, children and the old kept protected in the middle. Their carts were loaded with those too young for the trek. They came moving slowly into view of the over watch elements of Whateley security, their scouts exchanging passwords. What might look to some as a retreat by some ragtag desperate refuges was in fact a precision maneuver. For those that looked in the eyes of the weres who entered Whateley it took only an instant to know these were not a group of defeated refuges but an army ready for the fight.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1600 hours – Boston, Massachusetts

As the storm approached the Massachusetts coast it seemed to shrink and intensify. Pulling in its power to a focus less than thirty miles wide it speed up, briefly battering Boston with hurricane force winds as it headed inland.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1643 hours – Near Whateley Academy

As the sun sank below the horizon a strangly mixed lot of vehicles began to venture off the roads.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1700 hours – Berlin, New Hampshire

Sadly what the Governor of New Hampshire could scrape together to aid the defense of Whateley Academy was two state troopers and eight volunteers from the 39th Army Band. The National Guard sedan and pickup truck met at a diner in Berlin. After dinner they would head to Whateley.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1710 hours – A Back Road Somewhere in New Hampshire’s Presidential Mountains

Frank and Orrville plotted their path with grim determination. There were things in their world that did not belong. The fact that they could kill them was the one thread that held what was left of their sanity together. There was also the faith that whoever was sending them their coded orders truly was fighting the good fight.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1720 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whatelely Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a shrill childlike voice as it works:

Generals gathered in their masses,
just like witches at black masses.
Evil minds that plot destruction,
sorcerers of death's construction.
In the fields the bodies burning,
as the war machine keeps turning.
Death and hatred to mankind,
poisoning their brainwashed minds.
Oh lord, yeah!

Politicians hide themselves away.
They only started the war.
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role to the poor, yeah.

Time will tell on their power minds,
making war just for fun.
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
wait till their judgement day comes, yeah.

Now in darkness world stops turning,
ashes where the bodies burning.
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
on their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.
Oh lord, yeah!

[War Pigs -- Black Sabbath Paranoid from 1977]


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January 20, 2007 -- 1800 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

Colonel Phelton waited patiently as his units found their position and deployed. Timing was everything only one signal would be used and that only for the auxiliaries. In ten more minutes his units would be in place. He did not count on Abdul-Nasir to be on time. It did not mater in thirty minutes the attack begin. He had misgivings the weather was changing a blizzard was on its way. The storm was tight, a small ball of fury, and it may well pass them by. What worried him more was how well his attempts to cut communications were progressing radio silence cut both ways.


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January 20, 2007 – 2330 hours Zulu -- Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

The moment had come he sent the core of his forces into battle the storm would only be ten minutes behind them. He laughed contentedly thinking of the mayhem to come.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1830 hours – Whateley Academy

Sharon Randolph and Jim Kelly had relieved Simpkins and McHale at 1800. Simpkins and McHale were the newest members of Squad eight. Randolph and Kelly were two weeks their junior in Whateley Security. They were the first picked when squad ten came into being.

“Sharon, you really have to hand it to Simpkins and McHale they have made this post a rather sweet setup,” said Kelly.

Randolph looked around the small well hidden bunker that overlooked the front gate. She had remote control of a golf cart with a rather convincing looking robot version of a Whateley Security officer in the front seat. Kelly had a wide verity of weapons and gadgets at his station things to stop everything from a bicycle to a tank. Sharon was about to agree when the remote monitor on the golf cart went blank.

High above Schuster Hall an artillery flair lit up the evening sky. Two large trucks made their way to the main gate of Whateley at breakneck speed.

The golf cart remained unresponsive as the lead truck burst through the gate. Kelly picked up a device that McHale said would stop most vehicles dead in their tracks non violently. (Yes, it was one of the Midwest car stoppers. How did they get it? Simpkins and McHale are third platoon.) Kelly fired the directed EMP device. (It fried the trucks ignition system and triggered the truck bomb that had been intended to level Melville. Two tremendous explosions rocked the night and the two Gargoyles at the gate took flight in more than two directions. For that matter a good section of gate and wall took flight as well. Even in full battle armor and in a bunker the two guard's heads were spinning. Over the ringing in her ears Randolph heard Kelly shout; "Sh**, I don't think it was supposed to do that."

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January 20, 2007 -- 1830 hours – Whateley Academy Range Four

Squad six was in the middle of their shift when communications went south Jeb Gardner and Tony Deluna, however did not have much time to mess with their radios as the first wave of Voodoo Weres came into view. They did their best to fire and reload as the Voodoo Weres closed the distance.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1830 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

There are time when it is good to win the trust and confidence of others. Then there are the times where your own success just brings more reasonability. Christine Crosley, aka Pristine had impressed Chief Franklin Delarose during the Halloween fiasco. He had personally asked her to help monitor security during the crisis. Sure she shared the duty with eleven other students, all of them taking just two hour shifts, but it was an important job. The short shifts kept them sharp. Pristine's shift started at six PM and she was already a quarter ways through it when the wall full of monitors suddenly went blank. The coms were dead as well. With an enormous sense of deja vu she began screaming for Chief Delarose

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January 20, 2007 -- 1831 hours – AT&T Equipment Shed Not Far From Whateley Academy

It was a simple mission, a quick in and out against an undefended target. They drove up in two SUVs. Brad and Will played

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Disclaimer The following story is a Whateley Academy fan fiction it is just for fun... Characters you recognize will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If it matches the timeline, characters, and continuity in anyway blame dumb luck, this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) you can find the canon Whateley Academy Stories at:

Warning this section is a little darker, more violent and further from canon then my earlier Stocwon stories.

Also a special thank you to Rhodes for some very valuable input and the use of Garret


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January 20, 2007 -- 1850 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Ms. Hartford was beside herself. Whatever had invaded the primary computer systems was more adaptive then the Palm Virus she warned Sam away from the systems and continued unsuccessfully to cleanse the system.

Internal communications was still available via the two isolated wired networks the students built. Where the two networks ended Sensei Ito placed runners. It was not a complete or perfect system but it gave Chief Delarose a partial picture of what was going on or at least it would when the runners returned. It would not be long most of the runners were speedsters, bricks or both.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1850 hours -- Mediwhila Were Reservation

The small diversionary force sent to delay the Weres met no opposition. What was intended as a faint attack quickly overwhelmed the empty compound. As they began a search for the missing weres they uncovered instead many nasty surprises. The Voodoo Weres found a wide variety of traps. Traps using explosives and incendiaries, magic and mechanics. Many of the mechanical traps were designed to deliver a potent form of Jericho’s cure.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1855 hours -- Whateley Academy Range Four

After a firefight that seemed to go on forever Gardner and Deluna had a let up in the action. The scene before them was rapidly turning white as the snow storm rapidly blanketed the field. Still they watched in horror as large chunks of Voodoo Were would begin moving, they would fire incendiary rounds into the animated meat balls to deign them retreat. As the blizzard outside their bunker reached near whiteout conditions they realized that many of their foes were slipping away to heal and regroup. While Deluna searched the blinding whiteness for movement Gardner answered the knocking on the tunnel door. He had to use the scripted protocol to allow the student entry. A student in an oddly painted bicycle helmet entered the bunker from the connecting tunnel. He carried a rather large backpack and trailed wire from a large spool behind him. “I brought a field phone and more ammo,” said Aries.

“You almost make me glad to see you,” said Gardner.

Gardner was quickly rigging up the phone and relaying the situation when Deluna warned; “Here they come again!”

“Kid, looks like you are with us for the duration,” said Gardner handing the speedster a shotgun.

They continued firing but with the limited visibility many of the Voodoo Weres bypassed their position.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1855 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whatelely Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this tropic port
Aboard this tiny ship.

The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the courage of the fearless crew
The minnow would be lost, the minnow would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gilligan
The Skipper too,
The millionaire and his wife,
The movie star
The professor and Mary Ann,
Here on Gilligans Isle.


So this is the tale of the castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make the others comfortable,
In the tropic island nest.

No phone, no lights no motor cars,
Not a single luxury,
Like Robinson Crusoe,
As primitive as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways,
Here on "Gilligan's Isle."
[The Ballad of Gilligan's Island by George Wyle and Sherwood Shwartz - Gilligan's Island Lyrics (the song has nothing to do with the rest of the story but just try to get it out of your head) ]

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January 20, 2007 -- 1900 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

Colonel Phelton could only wait as the storm rolled in blocking even the few visual signals that he had a moment before. He could only wait and trust in his plan and the training of his men.

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January 21, 2007 – 0100 hours Zulu -- Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

For the entity known as The Bastard things were going well. The storm was in place. Some of his creatures were inside the schools outer perimeter. He would have the little queen in his claws before the dawn.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1900 hours – Whateley Academy in a Small Bunker Overlooking What Once Had Been the Front Gate

Security officers Sharon Randolph and Jim Kelly were cut off. The explosions that had destroyed the front gate had also collapsed their exit tunnel the only other way out was across open ground. The heavy snow and ECM left them nearly blind. The howling wind left them nearly deaf as well. For a moment an odd gust of wind brought clarity. It was not a reassuring sight; armored cars, infantry in power armor, and even a few tanks. Then a curtain of snow hid it all again.

“We have got to warn the Chief,” said Randolph.

“In this snow we may be able to sneak over to entrance nine,” said Kelly.

Sharon took a deep breath and finally said; “Ok Jim, lets do it.”

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January 20, 2007 -- 1900 hours – AT&T Equipment Shed Not Far From Whateley Academy

“Ok, the equipment here is history, what the hell is going on out there,” asked Ken after completing his objective of sabotage.

“I don’t know what they are, some sort of shape shifter, they ripped Brad apart, I put half a mag into one, they kept on coming,” panted Will. The veteran mercenary was obviously shaken.

Further discussion was interrupted as something tried the door. It was a strong metal door and Dave had locked it from the inside after Will’s unexpected arrival. They stood weapons at the ready as the thing began pounding on the door. Something then crashed through the two foot wide window with a clawed hand. Ivan fired on the intruding appendage with his assault rifle at point blank range. The shoulder shot was sufficient tear the arm from the shoulder causing the thing at the window to withdraw minus an appendage. The thing pounding at the door was making progress; dents were becoming visible in the door. Ivan moved to the window surprising another one of the creatures with a grenade. The pounding on the door continued they could also hear ripping and tearing sounds outside. The pounding continued until a small opening appeared in the door. Will shot into the opening and a satisfying yelp of pain came from the other side. The pounding stopped. The ripping and tearing continued. Ivan was guarding the window when he suddenly cried out in pain. The disembodied arm had grabbed his boot its venomous claw piercing his foot. Dave removed the claw with his bolt cutters one misshaped digit at a time while Ken took up defense of the window. The pounding at the door started again this time Will discouraged the intruder

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January 20, 2007 -- 1901 hours – Somewhere Near – Wait a second, When I Described This Area Near Whateley in the Last Section the Description Became Long, Verbose, Imprecise, and Overly Complex. That and it Did Not Look like a Proper Heading Anyway. So I am just going start this scene and let you figure it out.

In spite of the fuel present in more than one can of beer Eric and Clem were noticing that New Hampshire winters were a mite cooler then those of Mississippi, an unnaturally cold blizzard tended to emphasize the point. They had totally lost Macho and Vic they had also lost their direction. The beer soon made it imperative that they mark their territory. Before they were finished half a dozen Voodoo Weres disputed the two men’s claim. Eric and Clem lost the dispute.

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Macho and Vic came upon a strange sight on a small hill an odd cone shaped object glowing blue and sending sparks in all directions. There was a man standing near the object smoke rising from his clothing. Despite the blizzard the area around the object was free of snow.

“I think we found ourselves our first mutant,” whispered Vic.

“Quit yapping your gums so I can get a bead on him,” complained Macho as he aimed his high powered rifle.

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The four man hunter team sent out to silence the enemy ECM generator consisted of some of Colonel Phelton's best men. They had followed the signal. The jammer was as powerful as it was inelegant. The Egan McDonald the team leader was a little perplexed. Why was the source to their right flank rather than on the schools property. The action area was supposedly peppered with the irregulars that the Colonel had brought in to give the impression of a three sixty assault. Even as the storm rolled in the jammer's signal remained strong they closed stealthily on their target like the professionals they were.

Their target became visible at some distance even in the blowing snow as they careful closed the distance they noticed a rapid increase in the readings of both their field strength meters and their radiation detectors. The blackened snow free ground around the device also counter indicated close proximity. Burger their heavy weapons specialist had one anti tank rocket. The rest of McDonald's team covered Burger as he moved into position.

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The half dozen Voodoo Weres that had killed Eric and Clem did not tarry long over their pray as they quickly picked up other scents.


January 20, 2007 -- 1902 hours – Same place a Seconds Later

That which had been Eric Voller reveled in the power of the jammer as sparks and fairy fires danced about his microwave warmed body. His was the pleasure of filling his master’s orders. His moment of job satisfaction was interrupted as his chest exploded. That which had been Eric Voller lost consciousness and fell face first in the snow.

The crack the rifle distracted the six Voodoo Weres from their stalk; they quickly acquired their new target.

Burger did not let the other attack on his target to more than momentarily distract him. He was well with in range when he fired his rocket. The rest of McDonald’s crew checked the surrounding area with new enthusiasm.

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A Totally Uncalled For and Inconvenient Flashback

Being a mercenary has its ups and downs. Garret had more than a few. His last employer had been a bit sloppy in the way he kept a more then manageable number of mutants around as experimental subjects. Being jailer and security guard for a mad scientist had been a cushy gig at least until things went south. Garret saved his own ass by leading a group of inmates to safety. He then managed to escape from them before any of the crazier members of the group took any of their pent up hostilities on him. He got lucky by quickly getting a gig out of the states with a no nonsense mercenary colonel. He was glad of the fake passport they provided him when the mission old blood and guts Phelton had him training for past month plus. The Feds were still asking enough embarrassing questions that he really did not want to answer. Garret was the newest member of his small mercenary team. The rest of McDonald’s team had been with Colonel Phelton for years and did not question why they were chasing some crazed deviser though the woods in support of their communication operation. To Garret it smelled of snafu. There was also the little matter that the normally tight assed colonel was using of a bunch of irregulars that were described as red necks and loonies in the op order, which sure did not sit well with Garret.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1902 hours – Same place Same Time

Neither Garret’s musing, nor the shot taken by one of the afore mentioned red necks and loonies, was enough to take Garret’s mind totally out of the moment. Garret was the first to spot the six strange figures vectoring in on the source of the rifle shot. As Garret alerted McDonald, Burger unleashed the lightning. The rocket detonated about four inches from its intended target the explosion was still sufficient to destablize the coil which sent pieces flying in all directions. The electrical energy of the disintegrating coil added much energy to the smaller explosion. The mass of ionized air also gave a path to some of the wild energy of the storm. Lightning struck the area where the coil had been. There were only three casualties from the explosion the remains of Eric Voller that had been quietly regenerating were burnt beyond recovery, Burger who had been a bit too close and the night vision of all involved with the exception of Macho and Vic. Macho and Vic had changed positions as soon as Macho fired his shot. This put distance and more then a few trees between them and the conflagration it also kept them facing away.

Macho and Vic had moved to a secondary position Macho had preselected before he moved in for his shot. Now they waited in ambush for pursuit. Soon six figures came heedlessly toward them. Macho’s big bolt action rifle fired four times as the creatures closed the distance each shot dropping an opponent. Vic’s semi automatic rifle was somewhat less efficient with ammunition but he managed to halt the remaining two. It was when the first two shot got up again that they knew they were in trouble.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1903 hours –Whateley Academy Campus

It soon became evident to Fritz and Vusi that Melville Cottage was built to a standard that put both Florida’s post Hurricane Andrew building codes and those of the finest Middle Eastern hotels to shame. Still the barrage of laser guided 155mm artillery rounds did a significant effect. They had to shift to Emerson then Dickinson the attack timings were preset and there was no way to communicate how resistant the first building had been to damage. The heavy snow did not give them a clear line of sight to Whitman or Twain, Hawthorne was invisible in the snow. They fell back towards Poe. Poe was too close to drop zone of their drop troops for artillery to be used.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1904 hours – Whateley Academy Campus

Drop troops in full power armor took up a lot of space. That was why it took three aircraft to drop one squad. The fast penetration force made it to ground just seconds before the winds picked up. When they did not encounter the resistance they had expected they moved on to the clearing the first dorm.

Juan Gonzalez was the first to enter Poe Cottage he was the point man for Fire team Alpha. Fire team Alpha continued to clear the rooms to the right while Bravo took the left. Fire team Charley held the exit they used to enter the building. Juan and his squad had cleared the first floor by the time the FO team joined them. Lieutenant Sharp and Sergeant Vento left the FOs and half of team Charley by the door and secured the stairs.
Alpha and Bravo cleared the lower levels and then began on the upper floors the building seemed to have been hastily abandoned.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1905 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

Frank and Orrville moved in the direction of the explosions and gunfire as did a dozen Voodoo Weres.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1906 hours – Whateley Near What Once Had Been the Front Gate

The mechanized fist of Colonel Phelton’s attack moved quickly onto campus unaware how invisible forces canalized their movements.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1906 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy In The Young Entrepreneurs Meeting room

“I thought you might find this interesting this system is connected to the primary network but is free of the virus that infects that system,” said Left Field.

“So what are you using for a firewall,” asked Paige Donner?

“That is the strange part all I am using is <insert product placement here>,” said Left Field.

“That has been as useful as tissue paper elsewhere what else is different,” asked Paige.

Left Field was almost embarrassed by the lack of security this system had on it, still he recited everything on it as they looked for a difference. When Left Field began talking wards Paige tried to consult Sara. That she had to leave the room to do it was significant.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1910 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Reports came trickling in from most of the outposts. Each report was a mixture of good news and bad. Good news in that each post that reported in told of another pair of Chief Delarose’s people were still alive. The bad news was hostile units surrounded the campus. The odd news was that some of the surrounding units were fighting each other. The big picture was slowly forming two massive attacks had broken though the outer shell of campus defenses. The new wards around the outer defenses caused the enemy to ignore any position that was not actively firing on them. In the areas not on the axies of those two assaults human and Voodoo Were units skirmished against Whateley defenses and each other. It was like the two attacks were not only not coordinated but were actively hostile to each other.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1911 hours – Somewhere Under Whateley Academy

I did my best to keep my mouth shut and played canasta with Mrs. Johnson. Her mind was not on the game. I was not the only one playing cards Mrs. Carson and Billie Wilson were having a rousing game of go fish. Their association was Chief Delarose’s idea a simple matter of keeping a steady hand on their WMDs and their last ditch reserves.





Disclaimer The following story is a Whateley Academy fan fiction it is just for fun... Characters you recognize will belong to their respective creators. Any characters you do not recognize are figments of my own warped imagination, and bear no resemblance to any person, living or dead. If it matches the timeline, characters, and continuity in anyway blame dumb luck, this is only a fan fiction. For the real thing and far better writing (and editing) you can find the canon Whateley Academy Stories at:

Warning this section is a little darker, more violent and further from canon then my earlier Stocwon stories.

Sapphire's Place ( www.sapphireplace.com/stories/whateley.html )
The Big Closet ( bigclosetr.us/topshelf/taxonomy/term/117 )
The Crystal Hall ( crystalhall.org/ )

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January 20, 2007 -- 1920 hours -- Whateley Academy Range Four

With communication reestablished order’s came from the chief “defend yourselves and don’t let them get into the tunnels.

“What is going on we shoot one and the rest ignore us,” asked Aires.

“Some sort of new warding they added,” said Deluna as he changed magazines. .

“Damn Voodoo Weres are just too damn stupid to stay dead when you shoot them,” complained Gardner as he shot a Voodoo Were that had regenerated.

“We have had three waves of them bypass us, most of what we are doing now is keeping the ones we shot earlier from getting back up,” said Deluna.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1920 hours – Whateley Academy Near What Once Had Been the Front Gate

By the time security officers Sharon Randolph and Jim Kelly were ready to leave there position the majority of the force that had breached the outer defenses had passed them by. They did their best to make it to the nearest tunnel entrance undetected. They were almost successful. When the large oak tree behind Sharon exploded from a rail gun shot they knew they had been detected. They quickly moved to heavier cover. Jim Kelly did not move quickly enough, Sharon Randolph did not have time to do more then return fire as her partner went down. Fortunately she had gotten a decent bead on their assailant when she shot. Still she was not sure she hit. A large open area lay between her and her unmoving partner. She had to be sure so she slowly began to move. Then it was stops and rushes, she drew no new fire. It took time but soon she was close enough to see the body of their foe. When she had made certain she could get to him safely she checked on Kelly the powerful rail gun had cut his armored body nearly in half. Cautiously she resumed her quest for the tunnel entrance.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1930 hours – Whateley Academy Poe Cottage

It had taken Lieutenant Sharp and his men less time then expected to clear Poe Cottage. The empty dormitory meant the targets had been evacuated the question was where. With a communications blackout Sharp stayed with the plan. They moved the FO team to the roof visibility still left much to be desired. They held their position and waited.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1930 hours – Whateley Academy Above and Beyond

Heyoka dreamed and heard the call of Thunderbird something was wrong with the sky. Heyoka drew others calling to both Sir Wallace Westmont and Charlie Lodgeman. Though Heyoka Thunderbird lent the power of the skies to Westmont, Lodgeman lent his power too. Westmont knew what he was looking for in the unnatural storm, quickly slaying the unclean spirit at its core. The sky was right again and Thunderbird was happy.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1930 hours – Down in the Bottom of an Itty Bitty Pool Deep Under Whateley Academy

Fubar fought a battle all his own three powerful psychics tried to breach his defenses as he wrestled mind against mind against a tag team. Fubar continued the battle mind to mind, knowing that as long as he kept his enemies engaged he kept them out of the larger battle.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1930 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Chief Delarose turned to Sam, “Everhart execute emergency communication procedure number four,” he ordered.

Sam quickly engaged Hive in the small isolated system that had been completed only ten days earlier. Sam loaded the brief message along with a brief description of the tactical situation onto the device. On a hill near campus a door to an underground silo opened up and seconds later a missile pierced the snowy skies. In seconds the missile was well above the storm and away from Whateley transmitting it’s urgent call for help.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1931 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whateley Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your old umbrella,
For some day it may be under the weather.
Be kind to your old pair of shoes,
And they'll keep out the rain and mud.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your fur-bearing friends,
For a skunk may be somebody's brother.
Be kind to your friends with the stripes
Including raccoons and snipes.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher…..

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January 20, 2007 -- 1940 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

The storm departed as quickly as it had arrived and with it the blanket of electromagnetic interference lifted. Colonel Phelton quickly reestablished communications with his units. The picture painted by his unit commanders was a strange mix. His troops had reached the center of campus the results of his of the preparatory barrage was less than expected. The fact that Poe proved deserted was not totally unexpected. His intelligence reports had told warned him that the school had a system of tunnels and underground labs. He told his men to commence the search and destroy operation.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1941 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley – North East of Colonel Phelton’s Position

Egan McDonald wheeled what was left of his team onto the new target. When the six Voodoo Weres engaged the sniper team McDonald, Garret, and Fry were on their rear. Garret had to admire the skill and efficiency of the sniper even if his targets failed to stay down. The three mercenaries opened fire on the overly persistent regenerators blasting them into a large enough number of pieces to very seriously inconvenience them.

“What do you get when a mad scientist crosses a bridge with a chicken,” challenged McDonald

“Takeout, and the idiot got the order wrong, I ordered pizza,” said Vic giving the counter sign.

The two groups became one as Fry’s long dormant radio came to life. Fry was relaying their observations to the CP when Macho demanded silence. Macho pointed to a spot across a glen, a tree branch moved, seconds later a dozen Voodoo Weres burst from cover charging.

Only three wounded creatures made it across that short open area sufficiently intact to inflict damage. Vic and Fry were on the receiving end of that damage. Fry was eviscerated and Vic was badly wounded by the time the last three monsters were stopped. While Macho tried in vain to treat Vic’s already festering wounds, McDonald and Garret did their best to make certain that none of their attackers got back up.

“We got to get the hell out of here, I think the noise of battle draws them,” said Garret.

“I can’t argue with that lets go,” said McDonald.

They were trying to gather up the sniper when they heard the challenge; “What do you get when a mad scientist crosses a bridge with a chicken.”

“Takeout, and the idiot got the order wrong, I ordered pizza,” said McDonald giving the counter sign.

“Who makes this sh*t up’” asked Orrville.

“Our com officer thinks he’s a comedian,” complained Garret.

It took another minute for Frank and McDonald to convince Macho that his friend was a lost cause. Actually it was Vic begging to be killed who convinced him. Macho shot his buddy in the head with his pistol and Frank burnt the body with an improvised flame thrower he had made out of a bug sprayer on the trip east.

They managed to get back to Frank’s Hummer and headed back to the road.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1945 hours –Whateley Academy Campus

Captain Benedetto Parma had begun deploying his forces as soon as they arrived on campus. Each team had its assigned target. Lieutenant Sharp’s squad maintained an over watch from the roof of Poe as the other power armored infantry deployed. The tanks, armored cars, and mechanized infantry units quickly formed an outer perimeter.

The strongest contingent of armored infantry was targeted at Kane Hall were Whateley Security was headquartered. It was the Squad exploring Schuster Hall that found a way into the tunnel system and the first sign of resistance.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1945 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy In The Young Entrepreneurs Meeting room

It had taken some time to prepare but Paige Donner was ready she entered the network via the computer system in the Young Entrepreneurs Meeting room prepared to do battle.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1945 hours –Whateley Academy Campus Under Schuster Hall

There’s guard duty, and then there is guard duty. Guarding an elevator shaft may not seem a major duty but then again when such a shaft allows access to your refuge by an unknown number of hostiles it can become a point vital to your defense. Officer Cutter had other uses for current posting with Officer David O’Brien. She thought that a four hour post with O’Brien might give her the opportunity to finally talk with the man. Unfortunately for most of the shift their time had been spent communicating with student runners bringing them the latest news. Around seven forty they had one of those usable awkward silences that she hoped to exploit.

“David, I heard Susan was moving out of your apartment,” said Cutter.

Just then they heard a screeching sound from the elevator shaft that they were watching. David checked the screen of a small device connected to a camera in the shaft. High above them light and movement were evident. Cutter realized this is more serious than a missed opportunity for conversation. Fortunately, well actually quite deliberately, their location was far enough back from the elevator shaft that they were unaffected by the explosion that shortly followed.

Cutter temporarily abandoned her quest for a personal conversation, with the guy she had a major crush on, to attend to matters of a more professional and urgent nature, like survival. The doors were torn apart by the explosion and smoke filled the corridor. Their own power armored suits protected them from the flying debris and concussion that reached them. It also dampened the sound that their ears were exposed to allowing them to hear the two thumps of two powered armored troopers hitting the floor of the elevator shaft. They held fire until a head appeared at the opening in the now much abused door. In unison the two fired, After a brief exchange of fire O’Brien covered the breach while Cutter used the field phone. Help was on the way, so were enemy reinforcements.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1946 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

At the security station several things were happening at once. Sam had successfully launched the message rocket and Ms. Hartford was finally getting her terminal to respond. It was hardly the response however that she expected. A plain text screen appeared and revealed a page in Latin, the words forming ancient and holy rite of Exorcism. Seconds later systems started rebooting and coming back on line.

Lieutenant Forsyth was busy dispatching forces to the breach in the elevator shaft in Schuster. He was to busy to notice the sudden progress in the battle to restore Computer Systems to normal operation.

“Ms. Hartford you got it working,” said Pristine.

“Whoever did it, it wasn’t me,” said the Assistant Dean coldly.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1946 hours – Berlin, New Hampshire

Service at the Berlin Diner was well below its normal. A lot had to do with the inclement weather and the fact that some of the staff were related to Whateley staff members so the eatery was a little bit short handed. Then again the band members and state troopers tended to be a little long winded in their conversations or perhaps lacked a real sense of urgency. The last several hours had been filled with near whiteout conditions and they had spent the time enjoying the food and conversation only as the storm started to dissipate did they decide it was time to get back on the road again.

The conversation took an odd change of course when Dan the trombonist asked; “what kind of nut would be out attacking in this weather.”

“I guess the kind that would blow up the dorm full of kids,” said one of the state troopers producing uncomfortable silence. Shortly after that they paid their check and they were on their way.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1947 hours –Whateley Academy Campus

It was a little like watching a swarm of locusts on black and white TV. The swarms of Voodoo Weres blackened the snow covered fields of the Whateley campus. They were met by automatic weapons and cannon fire. They still came. Through the hail of bullets, they came. Through the explosions, they came. Torn up dripping from dozens of wounds, they came. Snarling with vicious misshapen claws dripping vile toxins, they came. Like some unstoppable juggernaut let loose from the stygian depths of the outer realms they came. Like the tortured things from some unknown hell that they were, they came. Using their very numbers to soak up the enemies supply of ammunition, they came.

When gunfire became ineffective the mercenaries used their heavy vehicles to move through the hell spawned crowds some retreating others in a desperate attempt to take a few more of the creatures down. It was a strange battle as the Voodoo Weres attacked treads and run flat tires, few blinded the mechanical monstrosities with their bodies or their blood. Some of the Voodoo Weres had come equipped with shaped charges and used these to breach the armor. Using their radios while they still had antenna the mercenaries called artillery in on their own position. Meanwhile the power armor infantry units in the dormitories found themselves besieged.

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January 21, 2007 – 1948 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whateley Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher….

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January 20, 2007 -- 1948 hours –Whateley Academy Campus Under Shuster Hall

By the time Coburn and Richardson got to Cutter and O’Brien the corridor was filled with smoke. Cutter and O’Brien had retreated to a bend in the corridor when facing of a large collection of grenades and other ordnance that had been hurled in their general direction. Reinforced and in a good defensible position security did its best to hold the position.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1949 hours – Whateley Academy Campus Poe Cottage

Fritz and Vusi watched as the airburst artillery rounds rained a hail of metal down upon the Voodoo Weres. The improved conventional munitions caused hundreds of small explosions above the teeming Weres. The explosions were distant enough from their heavily armored vehicles to avoid penetration. As the beasts regenerated it provided the troops with some respite. Fritz and Vusi from their vantage atop Poe did their best to correct the fall of shells as the third wave of creatures hit campus. Two armies struggled in a desperate war of attrition across the face of the once peaceful campus. Into this mess a strange new factor was introduced. Unexpectedly those lights that had miraculously survived the destruction went on, illuminating the bloody scene. The battle continued.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1953 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Chief Delarose looked around the systems of his command post systems which suddenly came to life. Controls that were shut down moments before locked by computers that were nonfunctional or worse were now responding in the manner that they were designed to do. Security cameras began to make the picture on the campus above them evident. Sure, some of the cameras were gone but, enough of the cameras were intact, enough of the network had survived that the chief could get the big picture. Voodoo Weres roamed the main campus. Immobilized even overturned armored fighting vehicles dotted the inner campus. The various cottages and buildings were occupied by desperate power armored troops trying to defend themselves against the hells form hordes. After briefly analyzing the situation the chief revised his plans and gave his orders.

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January 20, 2007 -- 1953 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley – Very much to the North and East of Colonel Phelton’s Position

Several tractor trailer trucks had brought a valuable cargo from the Sierra Madres. The drivers opened the trailers to allow their living breathing cargo a chance to stretch their legs. When the storm had dissipated it was time for this cargo to make its presence known. The humanoid cargo began to transform and on bat like wings the Flying Voodoo Weres took flight. They headed in the direction of the artillery that was decimating the ranks of their fellows.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2005 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley – Colonel Phelton’s Position

When the original plan had been drawn up the intention had been to draw flying bricks into assaulting the artillery as it shelled the campus. The weather made that part of the plan one of the first casualties. The flying Voodoo Weres became pray to a trap not specifically designed for them. In truth the trap was overkill. The storm of flak and missiles that greeted them more than overwhelm their numbers. Minutes later four VTOL aircraft took off from flatbed trucks to ensure the mercenaries dominance of the air.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2010 hours -- Whateley Academy Under Range Four

One of the worst things in any military operation is the waiting. For Nikki Riley it was worse. A small army of people looked to her to lead them. The combination of Weres, students, and some members of security all waited with her. She did her best to show more confidence than she actually was feeling even accepting Aunghadhail’s guidance and reassurance in the back of her mind there were so many depending on her. She looked unobtrusively at her fellow students; Chou quietly meditating, Chaka juggling half a dozen brick knives, razorback staring at the gate, the grunts inspecting their weapons for the twentieth time, Sarah sitting next door trying to reassure, and Jericho joking about with everyone. The Weres too were biding their time, veterans of many battles they too found the waiting ominous. Finally the chief sent down the order and they began to act.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2010 hours -- Whateley Academy Under Kane Hull

Security Officers Cruise and Vane guarded the tunnel entry area they where soon joined by Sergeant Hackitt and squad seven. “Are you about ready to take back your office,“ Cruise asked Hackitt?

“That I am,” agreed Hackitt who was in danger of losing considerable money with the kids living in the arenas instead of fighting there.

The Junior Star League followed Hackitt’s squad they would act as a reserve.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2010 hours -- Whateley Academy Under Hawthorn Cottage

Security Officers Franko and Wilkinson guarded the tunnels to Hawthorn Cottage they checked to make certain as the Third, Eights, and Ninth squads got into position. They had several members of the cape squad as backup. This would be one of many simultaneous thrusts to take back the campus.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2010 hours -- Whateley Academy in a Tunnel Near Poe Cottage

It was an odd crew for an odd mission. Five security guards, two plumbers, and six students

Tayt had some disturbingly good intel. What Jade gave Sam was more than just useful. The young girl seemed to have memorized every small arms and armor catalog available and a few that shouldn’t be available. Sam wondered where she found the time to do it. Jade provided details on where the men were positioned even tidbits of their conversation. Sam sent the information on to the Chief before she began her briefing:

“Okay people let me go through this one more time. Jade will stay here and handle communications. Phase will go through initially to make sure the coast is still clear. Gate Way will open up path for the rest of us. We needed to move fast and quiet. We should have some element of surprise coming into a sealed basement, but that will not last long. We take the place one room at a time from the basement up. Now remember they are using Zagwots Mark Nine battle Armor it has a built in force field and the armor is hard to penetrate, So use your brick knives. They are carrying some heavy ordonance those rail guns can punch through tank armor. These people came only prepared to use deadly force so don’t fool around. When Phase gives us the Ok Gate Way will open a passage Caruthers and Clark are first through, Luther and Masters next, Hippolyte and me, followed by Cinder Block and Rook who will be protecting Gate Way, Stan, Morrie, and Trolip will bring up the rear.” Sam looked around the group as they waited for the go ahead, she had each member repeat the details of the plan.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2020 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Chief Delarose observed the flow of information that was now streaming into his headquarters. He watched the play of the battle outside and waited. Time was on his side. You realized that up to a certain point his best strategy was to let his two opponents fight. So we waited some more. Only as the two sides began to face exhaustion did he strike.

“OK, do it,” was a simple order. From this point on most of what he could do was watch worry and commit reserves if things went wrong.

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January 20, 2007 – 2021 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whateley Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher….

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January 20, 2007 -- 2021 hours – On the Road from Berlin, New Hampshire

The snow made rough goings the sudden ferocity of the storm left dozens of stranded motorists in its wake. Several times the small convoy had to stop and aide stranded motorists for no other reason than to get the stranded car out of their way. This made the short trip exceedingly long. Slowly the small convoy of state police and national guardsmen pressed onward. Making halting progress in its attempt to reach the school campus.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2021 hours – On the Road from Whateley Academy

It took a while for Garret to convince the others the full extent of the snafu that they were involved in however; once Garret’s convinced Frank and Orrville that the people in charge of this operation had much less of an idea of what was really going on then they had and they were not facing the enemy they expected it took little time to bring Macho and McDonald around to his way of thinking. When things went this bad he reasoned the sensible thing was to get the hell out. And after their brief discussion Garret was comfortable in the fact that the truck was headed in that general direction.

Things took on an almost surreal aspect as they passed a small convoy of state troopers and national guardsmen and the other way. Garret had developed an aversion to policemen in the last few months. Garrett was pleased to leave it all behind them as they headed onward into the night.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2021 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy In The Young Entrepreneurs Meeting room

Paige Donner had done it, even in the standard joke amongst mechanics, engineers and computer programmers for generations. But Paige had literally done it, she had performed an exorcism on the system. She had literally cast a demon from the computer network.

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Somewhere in Hell Where Time Has No Meaning

Satan was angry but then again he often was. Accounting was in an uproar someone had let loose a class X entity in their systems. Who would send such a thing to the wrong hell. It had nearly wrecked their Accounting System it took him a moment to figure it out, then he vowed that the next time he sent a message he would use an anaconda.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2021 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

It had been ten long years. Ten years to put together one of the finest mercenary units in modern times. Ten years of working form a small security company doing odd jobs for nobody corporations and tin penny tyrants.. At times he even worked for the occasional super villain. He did it all with one one dream in mind. To one day to stem the flow of the accursed mutants in a meaningful way. When he first found out about the mutant school Colonel Phelton knew this would be the place to strike. He had waited patiently for more intelligence information until he felt he could make that decisive strike. He diligently prepared his men and his equipment for this his last and most important battle. Now he found himself faced with an unexpected foe. An unearthly force of creatures from hell. A force that arrived in inexplicable numbers a force to bring terrors to grown men even hardened veterans. His men accounted for themselves quite well even though this was not the battle they had expected. He could be proud of the unit he had put together even if he was fighting the wrong war. Things were not going well his men were running low on ammunition and so was his artillery. Colonel Phelton would put all that he had into defeating this new enemy. Something more horrible and more inhuman then what he had come to kill. He had come ready to sacrifice his command, but before he did that he had to get the word out. He had to warn others of the madness. He ordered a signal unit to drop all jamming. His troops were still in trouble he had one last type munition to use. Things had gotten down to such a close range that visibility no longer mattered. He ordered his artillery to fire the incendiary smoke. He would burn those abominations from this small piece of heavily contested earth. Seconds later it began raining white phosphorus over Whateley campus. He did his best to concentrate his fire in the open areas knowing his men were in the buildings.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2021 hours –Whateley Academy Campus

Captain Benedetto Parma’s command truck sat immobile and nearly blind. Its thick armor the only thing separating him and his men from the crawling chaos outside. They could view the world from only a few firing ports and a periscope everything else had been blocked or covered by god knows what. His short range radios were still functional he could hear them occasionally over the noise of his own artillery and the screams and cries of the Voodoo Weres. He told his men of the incoming incendiaries and still tried to convey some hope to his men that they might get out of this alive. Seconds later what little view he had was lost in thick white smoke.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours -- Whateley Academy Range Four

Seconds after they received the word the deployment began. Mule and Slapdash opened the doors while Breaker and Bunker covered them. Bomber launched himself into the air. He moved to a near tree top level and surveyed the area. Bomber signaled an all clear and Deadeye and the four other ground based grunts formed a three sixty. Four members of Whateley security expanded the perimeter slightly. It rapidly expanded as Fey gave the all clear and over a thousand true Weres emerged from the tunnel. A rear guard was posted and the force began moving toward campus.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours -- Whateley Academy Kane Hull

Sergeant Hackitt tapped into the low power communications net of the mercenaries above. He listened till he heard a familiar voice.

“Benny is that you,” he asked over the enemy net.

“Mike what the hell are you doing on my net,” said Benny Shirtz.

“Just wondering how you were doing with the Voodoo Weres, that and you still owe me fifty bucks,” said Hackitt.

There was a short pause in conversation while Shirtz fired his weapon. “Voodoo Weres, is that what you call them, not good,” replied the mercenary.

“I bet, I can save your sorry ass, triple or nothing,” wagered Hackitt.

“Sarge, who the hell are you talking to,” asked one of the other beleaguered mercenaries.

The conversation was interrupted by the need for another one sided exchange of gunfire. The mercenaries were slowly falling back as the Voodoo Wares pressed their attack.

“My bookie,” Benny replied..

“If he can get us out of this mess I’ll pay the F****ing hundred and fifty bucks,” swore the other mercenary. Within seconds the remaining members of the mercenary squad voted their accord.

“OK, Mike what do I need to do,” asked Benny.

“We’ll be coming up through the elevator shaft try not to shoot us,” said the Whateley Security Sergeant.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours -- Whateley Academy Under Hawthorn Cottage

For a number of reasons Hawthorn had been spared the worst of the battle. It was a low priority target for the mercenaries and being off from the main axis of campus it had drawn less attention from the Voodoo Weres. The reinforced doors on some of the rooms along with a few other “normal” unpleasant surprises about the building slowed down the search. By the time the Voodoo Weres discovered Hawthorne the mercenaries had not yet completed their search. Many of the Voodoo Weres healing from damage received from artillery near the center of campus found the area near Hawthorne somewhat less dangerous then the campus center. After a short period of rest and regeneration the Voodoo Weres there assembled shifted to the nearest target. Once the Voodoo Were attack on the cottage began the mercenaries were too busy to continue the search.

Lieutenant Forsyth led a platoon of security officers through the service tunnel that connected with the basement of Hawthorne cottage. Chet Haskins took the point as the unit slipped into the basement utility room. The Ex-Force Recon Marine was amazingly quiet for a man in power armor, then again the current firefight was loud enough to overwhelm most other lesser noises even down in the lower basement of Hawthorne.

Sergeant Jay Bacon and Third Squad advanced to the stairs taking out one of the mercenaries in a brief firefight. Third Squad moved to take the first floor while Sergeant Druthers’ Eighth Squad moved to the next floor. The room to room fighting was intense By the time the first squad secured the first floor Sergeant Bacon was dead and one other member of his squad was wounded. Ninth Squad also had wounded. They managed to talk the few remaining mercenaries in the building into surrender. Lieutenant Forsyth had to call in Stormwolf, Mindbird, Stonebear, and Bobcat to help defend the building against the continuing attacts by Voodoo Weres.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours –Whateley Academy Campus Under Shuster Hall

Pendragon arrived with most of the Cape Squad in tow. He quickly arranged his people into their order of battle and then made a polite request to the four security quads; “If I have your leave, I do believe it is time we take the offense,”

“Go for it,” said Cutter.

It was rather anticlimactic. The Cape Squad exploded onto the scene only to have the mercenaries surrender. The two invaders that had been pressing the attack against the tunnels had been trying to secure a retreat route. The Voodoo Weres already held half the building.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours – Whateley Academy Campus Poe Cottage

Juan Gonzalez had been assigned a rather odd duty. The intelligence had said that there was one more room in the basement of Poe then they had found. Fearing an attack emanating from a room or undiscovered tunnel lieutenant sharp had posted Juan to guard the basement. He was not the first one to be posted here but he was the one currently the lowest on ammunition. Gonzalez had his doubts about the Intel it had warned them that the students may be missing or hiding. Their orders told them nothing about the hoards of ungodly creatures that now besieged all buildings on campus.

She came out of a wall. One moment nothing and then this girl in the black and gray skintight clothing appeared. She dropped a small backpack that she had cradled in her arms. He shot her, it had no effect. A strange aberration emerged from the backpack, he shot it, it had no affect. She released a small pink desk from her hand. He shot her again several times. She threw something at him and then the force field of his suit died. He shot at her again, she just kept coming. The last thing he remembered was when she walked straight through him.

Phase quickly made the call I’m through one guard neutralized. Seconds later a vortex appeared and the rest of the small improvised team came through it. Samantha quickly took charge congratulating phase on the good work. Ayla looked a little upset she told her to snap out of it they had work to do. Shroud and the Kitty Compact were already headed up the stairs. The rest of the team was not far behind.

Lieutenant Sharp watched in horror as the whirling aberration went through Sergeant Vento like a chainsaw through a watermelon. It occupied Vento’s old position by the front door shedding any Voodoo Were attempted to enter. He fired at it again.

“Do that again and I’ll have to get nasty,” it said in a polite female voice.

Lieutenant Sharp slowly started backing out of room. Two huge arms grabbed him from behind effortlessly stripping him of his weapons and placing him in an arm lock power armor and all.

Thanks to Phase and MegaDeath’s grenades they managed to take out the rest of the mercenaries without further casualties to either side. Stan, Morrie, Lex, and Masters and the J team took the job of protecting the ground floor, Gate Way returned to pick up Generator. Sam went to the roof to do some sniping. Caruthers and Clark made maximum use of the firing opportunities of the second floor while, Hippolyte, Cinder Block, and Rook took charge of the prisoners and stripping them of their armor and weapons. It was during this process that they noticed the prisoner from the basement had a disturbingly rapidly rising temperature. Gateway and Rook had to evacuate the prisoner to the infirmary.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2022 hours – Whateley Academy Near Campus

Fey summoned a cool but gentle wind. The wind slowly pushed away the heavy smoke, as the clouds parted a far less gentle force of nature followed. The force of nature had red hair. Her dark sister was by her right and the hand maiden of fate was by her left. An army of true Weres followed as they tore into the surprised Voodoo Weres from behind.
On the far left flank another smaller force took a hill overlooking campus. Chaka and Razorback soon found a disturbing lack of opponents. For Bunker, Mule, Slapdash, and Breaker the range to target was opening up to a comfortable level. Deadeye and Eldritch were setting up their firing positions.

Catching scent of their primary target the Voodoo Weres turned into the wind and began a counter charge. Despite heavy losses the Voodoo Weres still had a slight numerical superiority to Fey’s force. Ignoring the smaller force on their flank soon proved costly. Chaka and razorback tore into the left flank engaging and disrupting the enemy flank. Deadeye began taking out with targets near them with surgical precision. Bomber made a strafing run across their width. The rest of the grunts concentrated their fire on areas sufficiently away from Chaka and Razorback to avoid friendly fire. Eldritch carefully scanned the masses of Voodoo Weres looking for a type whose tastes she was familiar with. She sighted in, breath control, slow steady force on the trigger, sight alignment, site picture, all the basics put together by an expert. The round hit its target center mass. This was no ordinary round it took the essence and energy of the being it had struck and created a duplicate of itself. The new round and the old propelled by wild magics went in search of a similar entity this was repeated over and over again. As long as there was a Voodoo Were of that type within a thousand yards the bullet would find its closest target. This one shot literally decimated the ranks of the Voodoo Wears. In less than ten seconds ten percent of their force ceased to be, by that time the bulk of the two forces made contact and Eldritch fired another round. It was one of the larger more aggressive and less common types of Voodoo Weres the shot only eliminated thirty seven of the enemy. Satisfied with the performance of the new rounds Caitlin smiled, deciding to make more when she got the chance. She chambered a more conventional round and began bursting heads in a more traditional way.

Fey managed to get off several rather effective spells before the enemy closed. After cutting down the first few Voodoo Weres that approached her face looked behind Chou and Sara, this allowed her to communicate the bomber. Fey’s soon had a better understanding of the entire battle the enemies left was collapsing and elements of the right were trying to slip round her formation. Whatley security had more than sufficient time to repair this part of the battlefield, she gave the word, and a dozen well concealed claymores discouraged any more attempts at that flanking maneuver. Slowly Fey’s forces began pushing the bastard’s minions back toward the center of campus.

Voodoo Wears retreating from the carnage in the center of campus found themselves joining the main group piecemeal. Chaka and Razorback found themselves intercepting these small groups of reinforcements before they could join the main battle. It was while pursuing a small group of such foes that one of them accidentally triggered an unexploded bomblet. Chaka quickly reversed directions and jumped away. She was not quick enough and several pieces of shrapnel imbedded themselves in the fattier parts of her lithe anatomy. It was painful but she kept fighting. Seeing the blood Razorback started staying closer to her. Soon friendly forces caught up with their position and Jericho was on hand to treat her wounds.

The Voodoo Wears repeatedly tried to stage a counter attacks, lacking their numerical advantage they failed again and again.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2024 hours – Whateley Academy Campus Twain Cottage

Lance Harper looked out though the richly appointed dorm room’s window the smoke was clearing. The lack of functional hell spawn creatures was not exactly comforting. The blackened pit marked earth still had pieces of the things still moving. Communications was working they were in contact with three other squads and the CP. Three Squads left, out of three companies. The noise of the battle had temporarily moved away from Harper’s location. Harper hoped the Colonel had a good plan for escape. Colonel Phelton had a good reputation for getting his people out in those few missions that went to shit. He always kept a least one secret back door rescue, that was one of the reasons he inspired such loyalty. Then again Harper never saw anything Phelton was involved in go this wrong. Still Harper was beginning to have some major doubts. His mind wondered, perhaps he might need a little insurance against a period of unemployment. The kid in this room had a solid gold goblet on his shelf. Harper placed the cup in an ammo pouch. He could not figure out the inscription it was an unfamiliar language. It said; “Vlad Tepes five hundred and seventy fifth anniversary commemorative, to Jobe Wilkins the son of my most trusted alley, from Frederick Paramount, Crown Prince of Wallachia.”

Seconds later he was out that window after he saw a group of hostiles in power armor backed up by a group of mutants in his hallway. A short time later he joined up with another squad in Emerson.

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January 20, 2007 – 2031 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whateley Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher….

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January 20, 2007 -- 2032 hours – In The Vicinity of an AT&T Equipment Shed Not Far From Whateley Academy

For Will, Dave and Ken it had been the longest two hours of their life. Ivan was dead near the end he begged for them to kill him. When his body started moving again they used the last of the termite on him. The sounds outside the door had stopped. They made a run for their vehicles. The truck the creatures came in was gone. The three survivors checked their vehicles for sabotage then departed.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2033 hours – Somewhere Near Whateley Academy

Things were falling apart. Only three squads of his assault force were still reporting. His support units were being harassed by scattered elements of Voodoo Weres and a larger group were on his right flank. His commando units that were assigned to local communications targets had completed their missions but were attacked on target. Colonel Phelton’s troops had run afoul of a force that was after the same targets for totally different reasons. It was a disaster, a nightmare, and a waste. He ordered a retreat and told his small air support unit to cover it.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2034 hours – Whateley Academy Campus Emerson Cottage

Lance Harper got the word he was waiting for they were pulling out. The bad news was it was an airlift out of a hot LZ. Worse things would be a might crowded he was ordered to lose his power armor. It took him five minutes to strip the armor grab his weapon and the cup and start waiting again.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2038 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

“Chief I have seven incoming aircraft IFF ID as MCO,” said Officer Leibowitz manning the now active radar system.

“Are you in contact with them,” asked Chief Delarose.

“Yes sir, they say they are an inbound relief force,” Leibowitz answered.

“Sir the MCO just said they have no air assets in the area,” declared Pristine.

“Tell all units we have hostile air units inbound,” ordered the Chief.

“How can we be sure,” asked Pristine.

“I have never known them to be early on an aid request,” Leibowitz explained to her.

“We have a visual on camera seven sixty three,” said a computer voice.

“Looks like four Pendragon VTOL Fighter Bombers and three Tiller 144 VTOLs,” said Leibowitz.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2039 hours – Whateley Academy Very Near Main Campus

Bunker had only seconds to get the weapon ready, she had only one shot so she had to make it good. Two jets came over the tree tops passing over her position, strafing the length of the massive melee the battle had become, visiting indiscriminant destruction on Were and Voodoo Were alike. She sighted in on one heard the tone and squeezed the trigger. The missile did the rest.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2040 hours – Whateley Academy Above The Main Campus

Two Pendragon VTOL Fighter Bombers had made a run at the massed monsters fighting near the campus in an attempt to support the landing. Only one survived the run. It moved closer to campus as the three transports landed. Another two Pendragons ran air cap their greater altitude proved their undoing when Whateley’s medium range missiles battery went active.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2041 hours – Whateley Academy Kane Hull Observatory Tower

“We have three transport aircraft VTOLs landing between the dorms and the main campus,” reported Lancer.

“Hold your position, tell me if they are loading or unloading,” commanded the firm steady voice of Chief Delarose.

A moment later Charles noticed some figure’s leaving Emerson, Melville and Dickerson. He pointed this out to Hank.

“Looks like they’re loading,” reported Lancere.

“You’re free to act engage targets,” replied the chief.

Dredz began picking off the retreating infantry at long range, concentrating on the area near Emerson. After discouraging the would-be passengers from the aircraft, Dredz turned his weapon on the cockpit. Wall Flower and Phoenixfire moved invisibly up to the aircraft near Dickerson were Ashley appeared seaming out of nowhere and disabled the aircrafts engines with her fiery sword. Lancer took a more direct approach flying in low and punching out the cockpit of the aircraft near Melville

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January 20, 2007 -- 2041 hours -- Whateley Academy Security Station A12

Pristine locked at the console with alarm as a prerecorded message from Jobe came into security complaining of a stolen Item. The message was accompanied by a text based description of the item, its GPS position, and a biohazard warning complete with counter measures. The item was in Emerson.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2048 hours – Whateley Academy Main Campus

The final push of the battle involved a large number of students and faculty emerging from the already secured buildings and taking the Voodoo Weres still engaged with Fey’s forces from behind. The battle was more of a mopping up operation by the time ARC and DARPA relief forces arrived.


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January 20, 2007 -- 2050 hours – Along a Road Near Whateley Academy

Colonel Phelton’s SUV almost made it to the road, the snow concealed a rather large ditch just off the road. His truck fell into the ditch and overturned. He was just getting out of the vehicle when help arrived. The small convoy of National Guard and State Police vehicles now in communications with Whateley soon figured out what they had.

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January 20, 2007 -- 2300 hours – Whateley Academy Main Campus

With the reinforcements the mop up went quickly. The number of prisoners from mercenary force was higher than originally expected. Many members of the strike force had stayed in their vehicles even when the vehicles became immobile and blind. It took a while to convince those, trapped and imprisoned in their vehicles that it was safe to come out and surrender. A few vehicles had even been buried by the Voodoo Weres. There was some hurried activity in trying to cure some of the victims of the Voodoo Were attacks. Once cured the mercenaries were allowed to join other prisoners.
There were two prisoners that had markedly different problems. One of the prisoners who would later be identified as Juan Gonzalez was showing signs of what looked like mutant burnout. Another prisoner later to be identified as lance harper was found in the proximity of a gold cup and was in quarantine the changes he was going through were slower than mutation burnout and far more painful. The man’s changes were spiked with other unusual symptoms not suggestive of any known pathology.

The main force of Voodoo Weres was almost entirely wiped out. Of the various arrest in units from both groups of attackers some escaped, while others played the surrounding countryside for the next two weeks. Two weeks later the True Weres, the MCO, and several other groups made a concerted sweep of the area. This eliminated most of the local problems.

Whatley security and staff did not come through the encounter unscathed, one security guard was killed and four others injured. One was a career ending injury. Three security guards gave the resignation about a week after the incident. Two of the guard cited insufficient pay for the risk involved as the reason for quitting while the third cited family issues as his reason for quitting. Four members of the faculty were also injured none seriously.

Oddly enough Chakra was the most seriously injured all the students. Even though quickly healed in the field, she had to be admitted to the infirmary for surgery after battle to remove numerous splinters of battle from her posterior. It was several days before she could sit comfortably. The embarrassment was greater than physical discomfort. The emotional toll on the students was far higher for some it was their first kill or be killed situation. Dr. Bellows and the rest of the counseling staff had their hands full. A few other additional counselors were hired in the following weeks.
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January 21, 2007 – 0900 hours Zulu -- Somewhere in the Sierra Madres

The creature known as the Bastard was in an extremely bad mood. This was his first real setback. It would not be forgiven. What was worse, most of his problems had come not from the troublesome students and the obnoxious little queen. Other forces were meddling in his business. He would identify the meddlers he vowed, and he would make them regret their existence. He would act again and boldly he thought at first he had to replace forces. He also needed more information. He had to expand his network of intelligence; he needed a better way to find out who and what he faced.

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January 21, 2007 -- 1300 hours – Whateley Academy Main Campus

For the Whateley campus itself the damage was rather significant. All the buildings except Poe and Hawthorn took considerable damage especially to their roofs. In all the dorms extensive damage to the doors was evident. The academic buildings fared worse than the dormitories. Schuster hall would require the greatest amount of repair. Many of the students spent a good part of the next day cleaning debris and salvaging their rooms. Still living in the below ground facilities the students were shocked when they heard the announcement during their lunch; “Attention students due to circumstances beyond our control Monday morning classes have been moved to the following underground locations……”



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January 21, 2007 -- 1330 hours – Whateley Academy Main Campus

This was not the first battle and it is far from the last. There is much to watch and I do like to watch. I know it will be increasingly difficult in the future to watch and not interfere. It is my mission to live in interesting times and it is my penance not to throw planets at people just because the make me angry. What is even more frustrating is I can. I am only here to watch and watch I shall.

Until next time,
Thanh

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January 21, 2007 – 1400 hours – Deep Under Whateley Academy

Deep under the Whatelely Campus in the hidden factory of The Young Entrepreneurs a small disgustingly cute demon sings in a childlike voice as it works:

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your old umbrella,
For some day it may be under the weather.
Be kind to your old pair of shoes,
And they'll keep out the rain and mud.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your fur-bearing friends,
For a skunk may be somebody's brother.
Be kind to your friends with the stripes
Including raccoons and snipes.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end,
Well it is, but to prove we're all liars,
We're going to sing it again,
Only this time we'll sing a little higher.

Be kind to your web-footed friends
For that duck may be somebody's mother,
She lives in a nest in a swamp
Where the weather is always damp.

You may think that this is the end....
Well you're right!

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