Gods, Heroes and Monsters: an Out of Cruel Space fan story

Allghra swayed back and forth as the effect drew to its conclusion, a warp in the middle of the room wavering, flickering in and out of visibility, before, with a flash of diffusing axiom, four forms appeared.

Four men, an unexpected, but appreciated eventuality, carrying strange implements. A pale skinned, tall man with long black hair, a man with a metallic looking mane of rufous red, with pale skin covered in spots of color, a muscular tanned man with long flaxen locks, and finally a dark skinned man with tightly curled hair, styled into a single strip bisecting his skull from fore to aft.

As the men finished materializing, and took their bearings, Allghra spoke, drawing their attention.

“Please! Great warriors from beyond the Power of Life! The Trine planets are in desperate need of your help.”

Sam looks around for a moment. Scratches the back of his head. Slowly taking in the swirling, rotating mass of beams of metal and crystal that dominated the center of the room. Sitting in a cross legged pose was probably the oldest looking woman any human had ever seen since leaving Cruel Space. Dark skinned, with a mass of mostly gray, untamed hair, deep wrinkles, a wide, lugubrious mouth framed by a faint mustache under a nose reminiscent of a skull, the entire face framed by curling horns.

“Uh, ma’am? We’re not warriors, we’re musicians. We play music.”

“Hmph! But music is a magic all its own, isn’t it? Allghra knows it. You knows it. Music is the most powerful weapon in the world! Or it isn’t. Is, isn’t. All the same. Allghra called out for what was needed! The uni-verse sent her you! You are needed! Will you answer the call?”

He turns back to his bandmates, the question clear on his face. Andy is the first to speak up. “Well hell, we’re here aren’t we? Front line or not, we ARE Undaunted.”

“Tom?”

“Ach, well. Why not then? Like Andy said, we are here.”

“Jim?”

“Yes! With the help of mine Mighty Axe, the God of Rock will conquereth all mine foes!” A shadow flares to life behind him, a massively muscled Viking, clean shaven, with long flowing locks.

“Ok ok geez, chill.” He turns to the strange woman. “What exactly do we need to do?”

“Ggggggrrrm, a great evil approaches! Tainting the uni-verse with its death song! You must unite the Trine planets, lead their armies, and conquer the great evil that approaches! The greatest warriors of the Trine cannot hope to best this foe, we cannot come together in the time we have before it arrives. This is why we need you! This is why we need… heroes!”

“Well, we’ve gotta be fast, we’ve gotta be strong, we’ve gotta be fresh from the fight!”

The band groans as Andy grins.

“Shut the hell up man.”

“What? If the song fits, play it!”

“Goddammit.”

And so, the valorous foursome embarked on a glorious quest to save the world…s.

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