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Legacy of Shadows	By : reddragon Category: Yu-Gi-Oh GX > General Views: 2257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own YuGiOh! GX, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A dozen black helicopters hovered over the scene, only slightly outnumbered by the more brightly painted news copters. All eyes were on the shining silver dragon on the ground below, though the beast itself remained oblivious to all the activity that was going on around it. It lay spread out over the better part of two houses, snoring thunderously as baffled cops and soldiers tried to figure out what to do while the disappointed reporters looked on. They had been hoping for some suitably dramatic action, but had been left out in the cold by both sides. The dragon was asleep, and while they were watching with rapt attention for any sign that it might be about to go on a destructive rampage, the networks had been forced into cutting back and forth between as many talking heads as they could drag out into the light of day since the dragon wasn’t cooperating.
That left the military as their only source of eventfulness, but the military was, if anything, even more uncooperative than the dragon had been. They had arrived on the scene in less than an hour, quickly cordoning off the houses and families inside, erecting waist high metal fences to keep outsiders away from the dragon. Their reasoning went something like this:
1. It’s a dragon.
2. It’s a big dragon.
3. It’s a really big dragon.
4. Since we don’t really know what a really big dragon is capable of, we’re just going to sit here and wait for it to wake up. You never know, it might be able to talk, and we would prefer not to have a really big and cranky dragon on our hands.
5. Has anyone from heard from Washington yet?
So far there had only been one incident, when a particularly adventurous but otherwise idiotic reporter had tried to sneak over the fences around the beast. Private Simonson (who was himself a Duel Monsters player, and recognized a Hyozanryu when he saw one, especially up close and personal) would later be reprimanded for “negligent care of his weapon, resulting in an accidental discharge”, though this would be negated by his swift attention in “rescuing a civilian who had inadvertently wandered into secured perimeter zone.”
Simonson approached his Lieutenant as the reporter was eased into a waiting ambulance by the unit’s medic. “Excuse me, Lieutenant.”
        “Yes, Private?” Lieutenant Foxworthy was what the Army tended to refer to as a “Butterbar”. Freshly graduated from West Point not a few months prior, her family had a long and proud tradition of serving in the military, primarily in the Army. As such, she knew that as a freshly commissioned officer she didn’t have half the experience of some of her longer serving sergeants, a fact her father and all three uncles had taken some care of beating into her during her childhood. Of course, they didn’t know how to handle a giant diamond dragon either, which left her holding the bill until higher figured out what the hell they wanted her to do.
“Well, ma’am, I understand the, er, subject arrived as a result of a pair of civilians playing a children’s card game,” Simonson admitted with a blush. “I, er, happen to play that game as well. My cousins are fans, I mean, and it keeps them busy during reunions. And we have big reunions, so I have a lot of cousins, and they can be quite noisy if you know what I mean.”
“Simonson, if you can give me any idea of what I’m supposed to do with this thing, then if it wouldn’t be a 600 violation I would kiss you,” Foxworthy swore.
“Really?” Simonson asked, sounding almost a little too hopefully. Foxworthy was, in a word, hot, and it didn’t help that her uniform was nowhere near capable of hiding her curves. Those same curves might have caused problems for any other woman, but Foxworthy had demonstrated her ability to pull her own weight when she had tossed the squad’s heavy weapon’s specialist Mark “Ogre” Ograscaglia five feet over the ropes during a sparring match. That Ogre had had a hundred pound and one foot advantage over her hadn’t mattered at all. “I mean, yes, sir. As I was saying, I am familiar with the game that the subject came from. According to the rules of the game, when two equally strong monsters battle each other, then they cancel each other out and both are destroyed.”
“Are you suggesting that we summon another dragon, Private Simonson?” Foxworthy asked, completely baffled by the suggestion. “I don’t see how that would improve our situation in the slightest.”
“No, ma’am. I mean, yes, ma’am,” Simonson stammered, while thinking, Look her in the eyes, look her in the eyes, look her in the eyes! “What I mean to say, ma’am, is that we find an equally powerful monster. One that is more normal sized. Or even human sized, for that matter. Then I think we should be ok…”
“You think we will be ok?” Foxworthy asked, sounding much more skeptical as she watched the Private hesitate.
“Permission to sound batshit crazy, ma’am?”
Foxworthy sighed and shook her head. “On a day like today? Permission granted, Private.”
Simonson took a deep breath before he began to speak. “Yes, ma’am. There have always been…rumors about the game, ma’am. The designer, Maximillion Pegasus, was said to be heavily involved in Egyptian mythology and mysticism, a fact which has been confirmed not only through numerous private sources close to the man before his disappearance a few years ago, but also confirmed through a multitude of archaeological discoveries involving representations of people conducting battles with creatures similar to those depicted on the cards sold today. According to the hieroglyphs, these beasts were representative of their summoner’s ka, or spirit, and the Egyptians had some method of commanding and controlling them once summoned.”
“You seem to know an awful lot about the game for someone who only plays it with his cousins, Private,” Foxworthy commented with a cocked eyebrow.
Simonson blushed again. “Yes, ma’am. The Army is helping me to pay for an archaeology degree, and I admit that I became curious about the implications for the game in regards to the myths it was based on.”
“And what does that mean for our current situation, Private?”
“Well, ma’am, I’m not sure how to explain this next part…” Simonson admitted sheepishly.
“How about one word at a time?” Foxworthy suggested.
“Yes, ma’am. This is going to sound the craziest of all, ma’am. Shortly before Pegasus disappeared he debuted what was referred to as Solid Vision technology. This technology, later acquired and further developed by Kaiba Corporation into the Duel Discs commonly used today, including by the Franklin brothers, creates a life sized holographic image of the cards and acts out the battles. But there have always been…issues.”
“Issues.”
Simonson sighed. “Yes, ma’am. For example, Duelists have always reported odd effects from the cards, mainly strong gusts of wind and shockwaves that shouldn’t be possible if the attacks are mere light. A few have even reported feeling physical pain when struck directly by a hologram, and that some holograms won’t respond unless specific commands are given – restrictions that don’t appear in any of the programming on a commercial duel disk. Legend even has it that at least one of the Egyptian God cards, the last three cards issued by Pegasus before his disappearance, can only be used if the player recites a specific phrase in an ancient Egyptian dialect that isn’t recorded anywhere.”
Simonson now looked distinctly uneasy. “The conclusion for a lot of people has been that Pegasus, and by a certain extension Seto Keiba, either deliberately or by accident, unlocked the secret the ancient Egyptians knew and thus certain individuals with strong enough personality characteristics, such, as I would assume, one of the Franklin boys possess, would then be able to summon the card and control it.”
Foxworthy stared at the other soldier dumbly for a moment. “Let me see if I understand this correctly. You want us to summon another monster, one that requires someone to command it in ancient Egyptian, or do battle with the dragon that is currently parked in the middle of suburbia?”
“No, ma’am,” Simonson answered with an extremely pained look on his face.
“That’s what I thought,” Foxworthy agreed with a sigh of relief.
“It should understand English, ma’am.”

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                Yugi looked up as he felt the Kaiba-3 make a sharp banking turn. He looked up from the deck of cards that he had been sorting through. Not that he ever intended to actually play it, but deck building had become a sort of therapy for him over the years, ever since he had lost the presence of Atem to talk with. Oddly the only other person he really interacted much with anymore was Kaiba. Tea had found her career in ballet, and Jo had followed her around for the first few years of their marriage before settling down to raise their son while his wife travelled. Tristan had his own family, and had opened his own restaurant while running Yugi’s card shop on the side. Yugi hadn’t been able to face the store ever since Grampa had died – he barely even checked the monthly statements, letting Kaiba’s accountants handle that for him.
                He reached down and thumbed the intercom. “Kaiba, what is going on?”
                “I’ve received news of an incident taking place in Ohio,” Kaiba answered his voice gravelly and distorted by the communications. “I am bringing us about to intercept at top speed. They already have the military on site, and as a contractor I can get us in.”
                “Being a contractor allows you to enter restricted military zones?” Yugi asked incredulously. “And what about our flight plan? ATC is going to throw a fit if you just turn around and go roaring through all their carefully plotted traffic lanes!”
                “Screw the rules, I have money!” Kaiba barked back. “Switching to military coded transponder…now.”
                “I hope I know what you are doing, Kaiba,” Yugi answered hotly.
                “I’ll give them a discount on their next batch of mapping tables,” Kaiba answered dismissively. “Now, hold on to your hats, I’m kicking in the afterburners!”
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