Introductions, Part 2
Sam looked around the table at the group. "Now that we have covered who the Survivors are, so you all know who you will be helping, we shall discuss the plan. Two groups will be created from those assembled that are not the Survivors."
"The first group will be called the Protectors. This group will be the ones that volunteer to switch realities and go back with the Survivors. This group will help the Survivors with training, protection, recruitment, medical services, supply, and setting up several secure communites that can be self-sustainable without the luxuries of modern day technology." he explained.
"The second group will be called the Pathfinders. It will be their job to guide the ones that go back. They will keep a watch on the world and warn the Survivors of any danger. They will keep a look out for people the Survivors can save, supplies they can locate, and any potential recruits for the communities. They will keep track of any herds in the areas of the communities. The Pathfinders will also be researching ways to improve the lives of the Survivors and searching for a cure of the plague. The choice will be yours as to which group you join." Sam slowly circled the group, stopping behind each person as they lit up.
"Now I will introduce the rest of those assembled and how you may be able to assist. First are those from the Wizarding World reality. We have Lord Harry Potter. Saviour of the Wizarding World. Lord of Houses Potter and Black. Defeater of Dark Lord Voldemort. Boy-Who-Lived. Man-Who-Conquered. Next is Lady Hermione Potter. And wife to Lord Potter. Smartest witch of the century. Both have fought a war against what is equal to Nazis who value magical pure bloods over all others since they were eleven. And they won the war only to have those they saved turn against them, ambush them, and kill them, so they could get all their wealth and power."
"Jokes on them, cause all your properties and business investments have been sold by the Goblins. Which pretty much bankrupted the wizarding world's economy. All of your valuables, money, 3 house-elves, a kneazle, and a snowy owl will be shifted with you to the primary reality if you both choose to join the Protectors." Sam smugly smiled at the couple. Harry looked over at Hermione. Hermione smiled. He reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Those from the Wizarding World are able to perform the magic of their home reality. And since this will be a different reality, they can use their magic on anything electronic or anyone nonmagical without it causing problems like it would in their own reality. This will come in handy. Expansion charms. Food preservation charms. Runes to make weapons sharp and self-cleaning. Runes to make a gas tank hold 5 times as much gas and stabilize the gas inside for decades to come. Magic powered cell phones and gps. And much more."
The Survivors looked thoughtful as they listened. Rick made plans to speak with the couple when able to see what the extent of their abilities were.
"Next up is Potions Master Severus Snape. He is a wizard who was a double agent in the war that the Potters fought in. His knowledge of potions and his ability to create new potions will be a great help." Wearing his customary black robes over black slacks and shirt, Snape scowled at the angel. Sam gave him a pointed look before adding "It will also be a great way for him to redeem himself so he can move on to the afterlife."
"Obviously." Severus replied dryly.
"Ok then. Moving on." Sam shifted around the table further. "We have the Weasley Twins, Fred and George. Both are wizards with quite vivid imaginations. They are pranksters, but also inventors of many of their own prank products. Both were loyal in their support of the Potters during and after the war." Red hair clashed against bright yellow robes over orange dragon scale armour. The twins were identical and impossible for almost everyone to tell apart. Except for Harry and Hermione.
"Our next section are all people that have dealt with the unusual or supernatural in some form. And while the plague that caused the ZA was created by man, it is definately unnatural."
"Alexander Harris, who goes by Xander. The Slayer's White Knight. The One Who Sees. Been fighting vampires and demons since he was fifteen. Possessed by an Alpha Hyena Spirit and a Special Ops soldier. Founding member of the Supernatural World Council, or SWC. Breaker of over 23 prophecies at the time of his death, which occurred when the plane he was on crashed." Xander leaned back in the chair and ran his hand through his hair. His brown hair reached his collar and needed a good trimming. Xander was dressed in black on grey camo cargo pants with a black tshirt and a black tac vest that held multiple compartments for knives, stakes, and a couple of throwing axes. Two kukris were strapped to his sides and a long sword was strapped to his back. Black and red handled sais stuck out of the edge of each brown combat boot. "Xander is used to training teenage girls in hand-to-hand, melee weapons, crossbows, group tactics, and search and rescue. He has heightened senses of smell, sight, and hearing. And he is very good at maintaining a high morale in his companions even in dire circumstances. This will be invaluable in the dark times ahead. He also see things no one else notices, like problems before they start."
"Next, we have the Winchester brothers. Dean and Sam have fought demons and angels in their reality most of their lives. Both have died and come back multiple times. Their experiences make them great for security, defense, scouting, and supply runs. Both have some field medic training from their father. Sam also has 2 years of med school at Stanford and is really good with computers. Dean is good at intelligence gathering." Sam and Dean sat side by side. Each wearing blue jeans and flannel shirts over black t-shirts. Dean leaned back in his chair, hand behind his head, while smiling at every woman around the table. Sam shook his head at his brother and sat up straight. A laptop appeared in front of him, which he opened up a document on and started making a list of everything he knew so far, along with a second list on needed supplies for survival.
"Abigail Whistler has been fighting vampires since she was young. And has lost her entire family to them. She was a part of a group called the Nightstalkers that fought vampires and also assisted the Dhamphir Blade in his fight with the vampires of her reality. She is deadly with a bow and arrow." Abby had her earphones in one ear as she both listened to her music and listened to the angel speak.
"We shall now move on to our medically trained members. Their knowledge and skills will improve the lives of the Survivors, and hopefully find a cure to the plague itself in time."
"Our first medical personnel is Dr. Mark Sloan. He was Chief of Internal Medicine at Community General Hospital in Los Angeles and a consultant with the LAPD. He often helped his son, Detective Steve Sloan, solve murder cases. Dr. Sloan is great at solving mysteries." Mark had a white doctor coat over a pale blue buttoned shirt and tan slacks. His white mustache hid a kind smile as he listened to the angel.
"Next up is Captain Hawkeye Pierce. He was Chief Surgeon in the 4077 Army MASH unit during the Korean War. His experiences in the army make him an ideal doctor for the ZA because he knows how to do a lot of medical treatment under wartime conditions with few supplies. Not to mention his sense of humor will lighten things up." A thirty-five year-old Hawkeye had a Hawaiian shirt over his army uniform. A grass hat was on his brown hair and a coconut was in his hand which he was drinking a pina colada out of with a goofy smile on his face as he enjoyed being young again.
"Also a fellow member of the 4077 is Major Margaret Houlihan. Major Houlihan was the head nurse and worked quite closely with Captain Pierce." Margaret say next to Hawkeye in her army nurse uniform. She glanced over at Hawkeye, who met her glance and winked. She shook her head and looked back at the angel, but a smile tugged at the corner of her lips.
"Next up is Dr. Gregory House. He was the Head of Diagnostic Medicine at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. His job was discovering the cause and cure for diseases that no one else could figure out. This plague is definately something you will find intrigueing Dr. House." House wasn't really paying attention as he was stretching his now perfectly healthy leg out before him and relishing in not feeling any pain. A rare smile graced his face as he sat there stunned in his charcoal grey suit.
"Our final group are from realities that are quite a bit different from what you are used to. First up is Commander Shephard. She is the Captain of a space ship called the Normandy. And a Spectre. Which is the equivalent of a combination of spy, assassin, and special ops soldier." Shephard wore light armour in red and black that matched her long black and red braided hair. Her assault rifle and sniper rifle were across her back. She had pistols on each hip and daggers on each thigh. She even had throwing knives tucked into the tops of her knee high black and red combat boots.
"Sitting besides Commander Shepherd is Optimus Prime. He is a Cybertronian- an alien race of sentient robots that can transform into vehicles. Optimus Prime was chosen by the Matrix of Leadership to lead the Autobots in their war against the Decepticons. His leadership skills in war will be appreciated as will his ability to become a Big Rig." The blue and red robot towered over the humans as he sat next to them.
"Now that we have all been introduced, though keep in mind other souls may be added to our merry band of misfits if needed to achieve our mission, I need to know who is willing to go backwards with the Survivors. And who wants to work from here. The choice is each your own. Will you be a Protector or a Pathfinder?" Sam asked as he and the Survivors leaned forward to hear their answers.