Indiana Jones and the Wizards of the Coast

[The Deadliest Warrior]

CHAPTER 3

Indy tucked the assassin’s submachine gun into his coat. He looked over at his slain guide and shook his head. He walked over to Aldin, who was staring at Indy’s map, puzzled. “This isn’t where the Wizards are stationed, at least not according to my friend’s reports,” he said.

Indy looked over at the map. “I got it from Marcus,” he said. “But then again, Marcus has gotten lost in his own museum… it could have been a false document.”

Aldin shook his head. “We actually have to go to the west, but the way is full of the Wizards’ guards… they’re armed and believe me, they will kill any Heroscaper on sight.”
Indy looked over at the dead assassin. “Take his uniform,” Indy said. “I’ll be a ‘prisoner’ and you can take me into their camp. We can meet up with your friend there.”

Aldin took off his green jacket and brown undershirt and quickly donned the Wizards of the Coast uniform. “If you’re my prisoner, I’ll have to take your weapons,” Aldin said apologetically. He held out his hand, and reluctantly Indy handed over the submachine gun and a revolver he held. Aldin nodded at the whip, but Indy tucked it deep into his shirt and said, “No. The whip stays with me.” Indy stooped to pick up the lifeless guide while Aldin dragged over the assassin and both bodies were dumped in a back trash bin. Then, Indy got in the backseat of the jeep and Aldin began to drive down the road towards the jungle.

The wilderness soon settled into a blurry night, misty and humid but full of life. Animal calls and insect buzzes, warbles of tropical birds and the quiet rushing of small streams filled the air like a feral symphony. Aldin turned back to Indy in the backseat. “How you doin’ back there?” he asked.

Indy was turning a bit green. “Just keep driving and I’ll be fine!” he yelled back.

The first barricade was only an hour into the jungle. Aldin slowed the car down in front of a barbed fence with a small gate. Two men with rifles stepped in front of the jeep. They too, wore Wizards of the Coast uniforms.

“Identification papers,” grunted one of the two. Aldin calmly reached into the glove compartment, unfazed, and showed the man a paper. Satisfied, the man was about to let them pass when his companion said, “What about the other one?”

“He’s with me,” Aldin said. “He was going on with pro-Heroscape activities and I raided his place. He was the owner, so I figured I’d better take him to headquarters.”

The guards stepped back and opened the gate. One saluted as Aldin drove through. Once they had driven a safe distance from sight and earshot, Indy said, “What was that about?”

“They’ve got guards and outposts set up throughout this jungle,” Aldin said. “I have a false identification badge. The guards are thick-headed, so I’m not worried about them. However, once we actually get to the camp, I don’t know if the badge will hold us out or not.”

A beat-up wooden sign whizzed by the car. Indy looked for a moment and caught the words CAUTION. Before he could voice a question, Aldin explained, “There is a war going on now, you know, between the French occupiers and the Indochinese Communist fighters. They’re called the… ah, Viet Minh, I think? Anyway, the Communists have got a whole bunch of booby-traps and mines lying in the road. We might be passing through a warzone. Careful.”

Indy began to laugh nervously, but Aldin turned and said, “You think I’m kidding?” Indy’s smile faded faster than quicksand. As he opened his mouth to speak, an explosion went off, the car veered off of the road, and all went black in a loud crunch and shower of flames.

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So that's Chapter 3, guys! Feedback is always appreciated! Tell me what you thinK! And who is the Heroscaper spy? Keep reading to find out!

[The Deadliest Warrior]

Feedback please? Please?

[bumper15]

Originally Posted by The Deadliest Warrior

Feedback please? Please?

Desperate? Patience is a virtue my friend. Give it a little time, you can't expect everyone to jump at once. Take my story, it, at times it has taken days to get a response. That's when I start begging

This is an interesting twist, I can't believe they ran right into the booby traps, can't Aldin read the word "Caution"?

[The Deadliest Warrior]

Originally Posted by bumper15

This is an interesting twist, I can't believe they ran right into the booby traps, can't Aldin read the word "Caution"?

It's hard to know where the land mines are...

[The Deadliest Warrior]

CHAPTER 4

Indiana Jones rolled over and groaned. Morning had risen and he wondered how long he had been unconscious. A small fire blazed in the jeep, which lay on top of something… Indy didn’t know what. About two feet away from him lay his fedora, tattered and dusty but surprisingly unharmed.

Suddenly, as the thing beneath the jeep sat up and groaned, Indy realized Aldin was pinned underneath the flaming wreckage of the car, moaning and hurt but alive. “Aldin,” Indy whispered. “You alright?”

“Do I look alright?” Aldin moaned. “Help me.” He coughed and a trickle of blood spattered out. “I’m fine, though, really.”

Once Aldin was back on his shaky feet, Indy looked up at the rising sun in the jungle sky. “Where are we?” he breathed, running his fingers through his brown but dirty hair. Aldin pulled the map out of his pocket. A section in the top corner had been burnt out but they were still able to locate where they were and figure how long it would take to walk to the next checkpoint.

“So it’s … ah, two miles down. We can walk there in a half hour, easy,” Aldin said, squinting and rubbing his wounded leg. “My Wizards shirt could still get us past security… I hope.”

Indy reached down into his jacket and pulled out his whip, which was unharmed. “I’ve got a feeling we might need this,” he said, and they began to walk down the dusty road in the rising, hot sun.

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At the next checkpoint, which the pair reached at ten, the guards stopped them as usual. “Why ain’t you driving?” one of the guards asked.

Aldin jerked a thumb behind him. “Booby traps,” he muttered. “Blew the car up.”

The guard snorted. “What about that guy?” he said, indicating to Indy.

“Suspect for pro-Heroscape activity,” Aldin said monotonously. “Bringing him in for interrogation.”

“Let’s make the trip shorter and do it now,” the second guard said maliciously, pulling out a long, curved machete.

Aldin began to protest, but the guard pushed him into the dust and advanced on Indy, grinning wickedly.

“Enough, Aldin!” Indy roared. “It’s time we do things my way!” He pulled out his whip and snagged the machete-guard’s arm, pulling the weapon from his hands. The two guards looked at Indy, who cracked his whip in an effort to drive them back, but they stubbornly pushed forward and one landed a punch square in Indy’s face. Aldin got up and leaped at the attackers, pulling out his submachine gun and firing wildly in the air.

Indy grabbed one of the Wizard’s guards and threw him to the ground, kicking him over. Aldin tried to aim with his submachine gun nut only whacked one of the guards in the stomach with the butt of the gun for fear of shooting Indy.

The Wizards guard got up and tried to punch Aldin, who caught the fist and twisted the arm down. The guard howled and bit down on Aldin’s arm with his teeth, and the Heroscaper quickly let go, cursing.

The guards kicked Aldin back and he sprawled into the dirt again, where he shot and got one of the Wizard’s guards in the leg. The man fell to the floor, screaming in pain, and stared as the useless limb lay in bloody tatters.

The second grunt retreated from Indy, who had a bloody nose, and tried to scoot back. “You’re all mad!” he screamed. “Mad! Adkison will hear about this!”

Aldin aimed the gun at the downed man and shouted, “Stop there or he’ll get it! A Coward’s Reward, I warn you!”

Indy snorted at the reference to the Knights of Weston. “Get back,” Indy cautioned. “He means it.”

The Wizard’s grunt slunk back, terrified, and got on the ground at Aldin’s insistence. “You’re no Wizard, are you?” the man said. “Mad! his injured companion howled. “They’re all insane!”

“I’m Aldin, and I’m here to bring Heroscape back!” Aldin declared. The two men gasped. “You got any vehicles around here?” One of the guards jerked his head at a small building. Indy walked over and nodded. “There’s a motorcycle and a sidecar here. We can go – we should, actually, go. Now.”

Aldin took a deep breath and nodded shakily. “Don’t give us trouble,” he warned the cowering guards as he climbed into the sidecar. Indy revved up the engine and began to drive down the dirt road.

“We’d better make this quick,” Aldin said. “Those guards are going to report us, especially after we nearly killed one of them.”
Indy said nothing but increased the speed of the motorcycle, the lush jungle trees disappearing into a blur as they sped on down to Aldin’s friend – the spy.

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So that's Chapter 4! Who is the spy? Only time will tell! Remember, I love feedback! Tell me what you think!
And boy, can Aldin fight!

[The Deadliest Warrior]

So there's the first "actiony" sequence in the stroy, one of many to come! Feedback is always appreciated, and, as usual, next Chapter will be up tomorrow.

[bumper15]

Who knew Aldin could kick butt?

That was an amazing chapter DW. I love this story

[Dwarvenwarrior123]

Some body should pm Aldin and tell him about this Love the story DW

[The Deadliest Warrior]

CHAPTER 5

The motorcycle whizzed past the jungle lush and down the dirt path with ever-increasing speed. “Aldin,” Indy called over noise of the motorcycle, “are there any other land mines around here?”

Aldin shook his head. “This is too deep in the Wizards of the Coast’s territory. The Viet Minh don’t have access here.”

Indy nodded and revved the motorcycle even faster, little pebbles skittering for yards behind as the vehicle sped through. Aldin massaged his injured leg in the sidecar and tried to get comfortable, still holding on to his submachine gun, which had a near-empty clip. The assassin hadn’t had any other ammunition with him, so Aldin had to be very careful with what precious ammo he had left.

Aldin looked at the map once more and advised Indy, “We’d do best to stop here. The next outpost, the man gate before the entrance to the camp, is not even a mile away,” he said. “Let’s go through the jungle and sneak into camp – we’ll meet my friend there.”

Indy didn’t argue, and he slowed the motorcycle down to a stop, and the two slowly climbed up the side of the hill. The ground was damp and soft, and the overgrown bushes and wild, tall thick trees provided excellent natural camouflage. “Hurry,” Indy whispered as Aldin slipped n a mud puddle. A lizard skittered out of the way as they continued down the path. Overhead, a large bird of prey circled by, then swooped away.

After a while, when the men had sweated all they could sweat and trudged as far as they could trudge, the plants seemed to lessen and lessen until they faced an enormously high chain-link fence. Behind it was a sea of tents and tables and small buildings, all bearing the hateful logo:


Indy and Aldin exchanged grim glances. “Well, up for a bit of climbing?” Indy said dryly. Aldin coughed and resolutely headed on.

The fence was wet and cold and Indy fell on his back the first attempt up. His leather vest caked with mud, and Aldin laughing silently, doubled over with mirth, Indy snapped, “Shut up and let’s keep moving, kid.”

Aldin was in no condition to keep moving though. Indy scaled the wall and hopped down easily, but he looked up and saw Aldin, stuck on the top of the fence and blood dripping from his leg, which had opened itself up again.

“Hurry!” Indy whispered, frantically motioning with his hands for Aldin to jump down. Aldin turned pale and winced, shaking his head, but he gingerly began the climb down. Halfway there, he slipped and plummeted to the wet mud, and with a muffled cry and a sickly squelch Aldin was back on his feet.

“Well, well, what have we here?” a sarcastic, snide voice asked. Indy nervously looked over at Aldin, who had his gun out, and back at a man wearing a Wizards of the Coast uniform. He had thickly-rimmed glasses and messy black hair. “You two had better come with me.”

Aldin led the way through the camp, his messy state gathering much looks from other Wizards employees and grunts but no actual intervention because of their escort and Aldin’s uniform.

The man led them into a small tent. He looked around to make sure no one was nearby, and he whispered cautiously, “That you… Aldin?”

Aldin let out a sigh of relief and responded quietly but enthusiastically, “Long time no see, Onacara, you dastardly spy, you!”

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NO ONE guessed who the spy was! HA! No one!

Well, that's Chapter 5! Feedback and feel free to guess what is in store for our heroes!

[The Deadliest Warrior]

NOBODY guessed the spy's identity correctly. HA! NOBODY!
I'm good.

More Heroscapers as characters to come, don't worry.

EDIT: 600th post! Ha-Ha!

[NightSwipe]

This is a GREAT fan fic. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes the front page.

[The Deadliest Warrior]

Originally Posted by NightSwipe

This is a GREAT fan fic. I wouldn't be surprised if it makes the front page.

Thanks, NightSwipe! I'm flattered!