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Sliders-Roulette [Fanfiction]

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Roulette

Commonly, it’s every day you take a good look at yourself. Most times however, it’s usually through a mirror. Not this time.

This time the experience was very three-dimensional, physical, and real.

“My god” resistance commander Wade Wells uttered in disbelief at the sight of the person amongst the party that had arrived at the holding facility to spring her from her militant Russian captors.

Her double. Her exact double.

“I know this is difficult to process, but this is as wild for me as it for you” the double revealed.

Wade scratched her head, baffled as to what this meant. Had the resistance somehow smuggled her in to take her place? Had they perhaps recruited the finest plastic surgeons to meticulously replicate her appearance and graft it on to a willing volunteer?

When did they ever find the time to do that?

“Look, we can’t hang around here, my friends are doing their best to distract the guards but this isn’t a fantasy world, they’ll come around eventually, they’ll hopefully be

“Oh no, you’re giving me answers on the go, and you’re giving me them right now. If you know who I am and you’re part of all this, then you’ll consider that an order” the commander instructed.

Wade threw her hands up and shrugged.

“Why not?” she said.

As the resistance soldiers and the two Wades darted down the corridors as quickly as they could, the commander was floored by the amount of info dumping she was being subjected to.

“Parallel dimensions? Sliding? Sounds a lot like the kind of thing you find on forbidden planet”

“Maybe that’s why parallel worlds are cordoned off the way they are…worlds like this ought to be illegal”

“You don’t suppose your group of ‘sliders’ could fit some of us into your travel plans?”

“I don’t think we’ve thought that far, we only just got here, largely by accident, and we’re set to leave as soon as my friends spring the crying man from his own cage”

“Sorry, did you say the crying man?”

“Yeah, Rembrandt, Rembrandt Brown, you know him?” said Wade.

“Rembrandt Brown? Yeah, I’ve heard of him. Killed in the Detroit uprisings over twelve years ago, he was an up and comer on the soul circuit just before with the spinning tops. Pilot and I had our first dance to one of his songs”

“He’s got good taste” Wade said.

“I like a little soul in my man, Pilot’s just my type, his whole race is my type, he’s just lucky to have been first in line”

Wade laughed, her double shared her wit.

They managed to reach the outdoor area. They saw Pilot just a couple of meters away playing lookout.

“Let’s see how you good you are at proving you’re the real Wade” Wade said, telling her double of the kiss Pilot had planted on her.

He had found the experience somewhat lacking, this time she was sure he’d be supremely satisfied.

“Only one other person has kissed me the way he did, and he turned out to be a stranger from another world too” she said.

“Different Pilot?” she asked.

“No, Quinn, one of my friends”

“Quinn? As in Mallory?” the Commander replied, almost in disbelief, she felt like laughing.

“What’s the joke?” Wade said.

“He’s probably nothing like this where you come from, but he’s such a square”

“No way, who’d have figured?” Wade replied sarcastically.

“You’re kidding me, I mean, I used to really dig him but it’s like he never saw anything past our friendship, he’s still like that on your world?” the commander asked.

“He has his moments here and there, but yeah, totally oblivious”

The pair were soon joined together in a fit of merriment which was all too swiftly undercut by the sound of gunfire ringing out all around them.

“Scatter” Commander Wade instructed.

“No, I’m not leaving you out of my sight” Wade said.

Commander Wade took her cap off of her head and planted it on her double and pointed to the retreating soldiers

“They came all this way with you to make sure I wasn’t out of their sights, they’ll lay it all on the line to keep both of us safe. Head back with Pilot, I’ll co-ordinate a tactical retreat with the rest. Go!”

Wade nodded and headed off, slightly terrified but placing her trust in what the commander was doing.

Elsewhere, another party of resistance troopers were laying down cover fire as Quinn Mallory, Maximilian Arturo, and Rembrandt Brown all darted under a hail of bullets and made it to a nearby truck. Quinn was deeply distressed, searching for signs of Wade in all of this chaos.

To his relief, he caught sight of her fleeing the grounds with Pilot, the commando trucks were already starting to pull away. Three of the commandos threw grenades, taking precision aim at the ceiling, and the resulting inferno tore the roof off of the complex.

Quinn took Wade by the hand and sprinted towards the cab where Arturo and Rembrandt were entrenched, the truck was on the move and under heavy fire, but Quinn was able to leap onto the edge of the cab, he tightened his hold on Wade as Rembrandt helped support Quinn’s own weight. Quinn held Wade close as the sides of the cab were rattled with soviet gunfire.

“Almost at the home stretch Wade” Quinn assured her.

He noticed Pilot firing from the back of the jeep as another explosion rocked the former university building. It was soon entirely ablaze, a large tunnel of smoke pouring out from what had remained of the roof and blackening the still evening sky further.

Quinn held Wade tightly so she wouldn’t fall; he whispered calmly to her that all was well.

She failed to respond.

Quinn pulled her back and looked at her face, there was a quiet and terrifying stillness to it, her skin pale, cold to the touch, slurred breathing. Quinn’s fingers graced her back and found them smeared with blood when he withdrew his touch.

Quinn was shaken, he held her face in his hands and looked for any trace of life, even the faintest would suffice, but there was nobody staring back at him, her eyes were closing.

“God Wade, no, I-I never should have brought you here. It’s my fault. My god, this-this is all my fault, everything…”

He held the back of her head to his chest; he closed his eyes in anguish as the full consequential weight of his meddling with god’s grand design came calling on his conscience.

The truck pulled up to the curb of a residential area. Arturo was frantically applying resuscitation techniques on Wade. He did not achieve much success.

Rembrandt and Quinn were on their knees alongside Pilot, they felt desperate, helpless.

Rembrandt looked up to see that one of the other trucks had stopped and a medical squad raced back towards them, the men assessed the situation and took over from Arturo hoping they would have more luck than he.

“Move back, give me some room” the doctor said.

Rembrandt rose to his feet and pulled Quinn back with him. They watched with bated breath as the team explored the bullet wound.

Observing from a short distance away was someone who was both new and familiar.

Only a few minutes earlier, she had been talking to herself, sharing a laugh, discussing boys, losing herself in a playful world that distracted her from her duty to the resistance, and she had enjoyed much of that conversation.

She had been hoping to have it continue a bit longer, but now it had all fallen silent.

And now she was left staring at that reflection, so still and motionless, the very life blood pouring out of her, the spark in her eyes gone, and all that was left was the grief of a man she had been learning about minutes before.

Someone also new, yet familiar.

“Quinn?”Commander Wade Wells said.

Quinn believed he was hallucinating as his ears picked up on the voice. He turned, immensely relieve to find Wade approaching him on foot, having stepped out of the back of the truck the medical team had been riding in.

Quinn surprised Wade by moving over to her and clutching her tightly.

Wade’s attention remained drawn to the body ten yards away, now being surrounded by a throng of sad and obeisant rebels.

Quinn pulled her head back into his shoulders.

“Don’t look back, never look back you hear? Always forward, always with me, you got it?” he said.

“Quinn, there’s something you need to know…” Wade said, trying to get a word in, but Quinn was too taken in by her safety.

“Trust me, I’m going to get you home, we’re going home, say it with me. Say it”

“We-we’re going home” said Wade. Quinn held her firm, Wade held him back, her own troubled mind racing.

She watched Pilot rush over to where the other Wade had fallen, he was distraught, his body shaking, and he scooped up Wade in his arms and held her close to his chest, whispering to her, kissing her tenderly on the forehead, trying to bring out some kind of reaction.

Wade had every right to break away from Quinn, to walk over to Pilot, to assure him everything was well, that she had lived, that the resistance would go on.

And something prevented all of that.

Something that proved as formidable as the resistance, something that could not be easily dismissed or destroyed.

A notion.

An idea.

Back at the resistance’s underground headquarters, the rebels were in the process of hurriedly packing up and relocating. In a far corner of the room, underground radio was announcing the success of the raid on the political prison.

The Sliders were being congratulated by Pilot and the others#

“Thanks to what you’ve told us of your world, we know they can be defeated. You’ve giving us hope again. In Wade’s memory, we’ll carry on”

Pilot leaned forward and gently kissed the group’s version of Wade on the cheek.

“Good luck, I hope you make it home” he said.

Wade gently touched the spot where he had kissed her, she looked into his eyes briefly then quickly glanced away, knowing that kind of lingering contact would arouse his suspicions.

Pilot nodded at Quinn, then he and his lieutenants strolled away, throwing themselves back into command, barking orders and rallying the troops.

As Arturo and Quinn began to work out how to best use the sliders’ timer mechanism to depart this world and achieve the best possible destination, that of their home Earth, Wade took a stroll around her base to process the surreal experiences of the last few hours, what she had done, who she had met, and what she was giving up.

She looked all around her, the resistance hadn’t fallen apart, and in fact they had been strengthened by the raid they had just conducted. News of her fate hadn’t even been addressed on the radio, which she felt was appropriate, not one person is above the mission.

She could always confess she was alive, reveal that it was the Wade of another world that had fallen, but only a handful of people high up in command believed such a sensational story, imagine if that were to be applied to the general public or the puppets behind the media, they would deem the resistance mad, trust in them would greatly diminish.

And for those in the resistance who had remained uninformed of the doubles situation, they would assume she had risen from the dead, or was being impersonated, and that would invite radicalisation within the ranks or dissension from within.

She could hear so many voices, some uncertain, some distraught, some encouraging, but she was drawn to one voice in particular, at first it was barely audible, but the closer she got, the louder it became.

She recognised the deep, soulful voice coming from a large tent erected at the edge of the compound; it was a voice that had accompanied her first dance with Pilot. She moved closer in proximity to that location.

She quietly entered the tent, and saw six bodies, rebels killed in the raid, including her own, being draped with American flags. A few mourners stood in silent tribute as Rembrandt sung the timeless hymn Amazing Grace. The song moved Wade so much a tear strolled down her cheek.

When she took on the role of resistance commander, she had been responsible for a few losses, people who had died in her name, people who had fought for her beliefs and paid the price. Now, she herself had paid with her life, only she was alive to witness the profound effect martyrdom was having on her group.

If her life had proven so significant in life to these people, the resistance would be strengthened even further by its loss.

All that was left was for her to play a cosmic game of Russian roulette with her life, she was free to decide what path she desired most, and somehow the idea of journeying to worlds where Russia did not have a lip lock on the states or where there was no disease or crime proved tantalising.

And if there were worlds where tyranny still existed, she could her experiences and skills in leadership to help turn the tide.

She would never tell the others, at least not yet, it could destroy Quinn, who was so clearly a leader in his own right, and keeping the group sane and together during a turbulent journey, she would not deter him from his own path by reminding him daily of tremendous guilt.

As the four Sliders departed the resistance base and moved across the city streets, the wind kicked up the deserted sidewalks, giving the cityscape an eerie forbidding quality and causing all four travellers a sense of unease.

A frustrated Quinn was making adjustments to the timer, the wind made him squint.

“I have no way of verifying whether or not the timer is charged. If the Professor’s computations are precise, with a minimal standard of deviation…”

“Oh give that brain a rest q-ball, simplify it for the rest of us” said Rembrandt.

“I can’t tell if we’ll get home or not, I really don’t. Best to keep your fingers crossed I guess”

The Sliders hurried along when a man in a large cream trench-coat stepped out of the shadows and abruptly blocked their path, shining a powerful flashlight in their faces.

“You’re violating curfew, I’ll see your papers. Now.”

As Quinn and Arturo hesitated, Wade was not as patient.

Knowing this was likely the last act she would commit on her world, she approached the man firmly

“We don’t have time for this” she said, and clocked the man square in the face with a mean right hook.

“Gee Wade, I didn’t know you had it in you” Quinn said.

“Guess my double’s shown me my untapped potential” said Wade, charging down the streets ahead of the rest of them.

Little did Quinn know just how true this was.

Meeting her double, even briefly, had changed her outlook, through her friends it was very possible to have different lenses with which to see the world.

The Sliders hurried for the scene and headed for the park, wherever they ran to, be it to wherever home was for them, or to a thousand different worlds to come, they were putting their faith in risk, chance, and choice. A game of cosmic roulette, with their lives at stake.

Commander Wade Wells would be there to make sure their odds were good.

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Slide Step (Fanfiction)

 

POWER RANGERS AND SLIDERS:

“SLIDE STEP”


“Well, it’s time to take the fight against evil back to my own world” said Scott Truman as he prepared to board the inter-dimensional travel train docked within the Panorama City subway, having travelled to a world where a different group of Power Rangers, and the human race, were thriving.

There had been a clash of personalities, even a physical clash that pitted Scott’s wits and skills against the leader of this dimension’s Rangers, Jayden, but ultimately this battle between them proved to be a ruse to fool their enemies and they were able to get the drop on their adversary, a devious machine being known as Professor Cog and a Nighlok General called Shifter.

They were able to overcome their differences and rally together to defeat an unholy alliance between the Nighlok forces of this world and the ruthless and malicious machines of Scott’s own.

This team of Rangers had even gotten to meet Scott’s own group after they were temporarily sucked into his home dimension by Professor Cog. With the assistance of Doctor K and the remaining Rangers on Scott’s team, they were able to return to their own world.

“Say hi to your team for us” said Emily.

“I wish you could demorph” said Mike as the two walked over to the centre of the train, “So I could thank you face to face”

The doors of the train slid open, and Scott stepped into them

“I see the way she looks at you”

“Hey guys, you ever wonder how a train can just travel to another dimension as easily as the snap of a finger?” said Mike

“We experience stranger things over on our end of the universe” Jayden said

“I think you mean multi-verse” said Jake

“Scott’s team were pretty sharp, I admit I had a bit of a crush on the Scottish Ranger” said Mia.

“That makes sense, between your love of cooking and their love of frying, you’d get on like a kitchen on fire” joked Kevin, “Provided you don’t set the kitchen on fire of course”

The Samurai Rangers laughed and proceeded to walk out of the tunnel. As they did so, Jayden took one further glance back at the tunnel

And so the Samurai Rangers went back to their regular lives, little knowing that within the tunnel, fresh problems were about to manifest.

Inside the train, Scott looked at his left arm and tapped slightly onto it, a binary code began to materialise within the fabric of his uniform, dotted in black letting that was enhanced by a velvet glow, igniting the code and making it visible. Scott tapped on three letters and two numbers and then gently nodded his head.

Scott felt a slight tremor beneath his feet and the insides of the train began to vibrate and shudder. As he approached a bright, shimmering light that began to gradually shrink and then balloon in size.

“What’s going on?” said Scott as he gazed on in awe at the sight before him, managing to make out a vivid shape at the centre of the unstable nexus, a technologically advanced, towering city with a long stretch of runway across it. A sharp-edged and brightly eagle eyed vehicle flying overhead, violently pushing itself forwards and backwards, pounding away at an invisible barrier.

Finally, the buckling ended, the city faded from view, and the wormhole stabilised again. The train flew through and arrived at its intended destination.

As Scott clambered out of the train, he was greeted by familiar faces, his team mate Ziggy, Col. Truman, his father, and Doctor K.

“Scott, are you Ok?” she said, pulling out a small micro probe and scanning him “Don’t budge, I have to check that series Red’s bio external defences haven’t been in any way compromised by the energy emissions”

“In short, she was looking for creases in your spandex” said Ziggy.

K gave him a scowling look.

“What the heck happened to me in there?” said Scott, “The wormhole went…nuts on me, that’s never happened before, and I almost ended up somewhere else”

“If it’s any comfort, you’d still have been home” said K, “What you saw WAS Corinth”

“Really?”

“Same place, same location, just a different dimension, like the Earth you had just visited” said K, putting away her probe and anxiously patting Scott on the shoulder, “There, erm, clean health bill, or something”

“I’m teaching her all the tricks of being a good examiner. All that’s needed now are the lollipops” said Ziggy cheerfully

“But what could have nearly thrown me off course like that?” said Scott

“That’s what we aim to discover. While you were gone, we received a visit from a group who possessed technology similar to the inter-dimensional toys that the good Doctor has been tinkering with over the course of the year” said Truman.

“…Wait, does that mean…Logan came back?” said Scott.

“Yes and no” came a voice from behind K. A tall male flanked by a black man, one short woman, and one overweight elderly gentleman.

K made the formal introductions.

“Scott, this is Quinn Mallory. You’re going to find this hard to believe, but he’s Logan’s gender flipped double from a parallel world”

“I’m afraid Logan St. Clarie’s presence on your world was a direct result of tracking the wormhole left by our old timer” Quinn explained.

Scott looked perplexed.

“Its how we slide from world to world. You see, we’ve been on this world before, back before this Venjix virus took over and reduced everything to Skynet circa 1997”

“Wait, you’re not with her?” Scott asked.

“I’m glad to say we aren’t young man” said the eldest of the group.

“Wait, I know you…you’re Maximillion Arturo, but you died in Venjix’s initial attack wave”

“My double, I assure you” Arturo explained.

“Logan said she knew you…I just assumed she meant the Arturo from this world. She taught us everything about the technique of…what do you call it? Sliding?”

“Where is Logan?” asked Quinn.

“Gone…like I said, she slid to another world after she gave Professor Cog the security codes required to breach this facility and use the train to reach the world I just returned from” Scott explained.

“We found a video diary where she made her intentions clear; she intended to use the technology to help the highest bidder achieve total dominance of parallel worlds.” K revealed.

“Yeah, that’s her calling card, she likes to brag. A lot” Quinn explained.

“Now that the situation has been successfully contained, and Logan is no longer a priority, I’m terminating our development of this project” Colonel Truman revealed.

“But we don’t know if we may ever need it again…what if Logan finds another willing despot to peddle her sliding knowledge to? Who would be the last line of interdimensional defence?” K asked.

“The good Doctor’s right Colonel, you still need this project. You need to hold the line on this front as you have against Venjix on your world” Arturo explained.

“Our timer’s about to hit zero guys, stand back”

Quinn watched as the countdown on the timer hit zero. A powerful light beam emitted from the device and a vast swirling vortex opened up.

“This is where we part, good luck Colonel” said Quinn as he beckoned Arturo and the others to join him.

Ziggy suddenly jumped out to spring one of the group with a photograph and a pen.

“Look, I know it’s likely you’re not the same man, but Rembrandt Brown was a big influence on my life, I’d like if you could sign this photo of yourself from this world, make it out to Ziggy” he asked.

Rembrandt smiled.

“You spoke from the heart kid, and you’ve withstood a hellhole, guess that makes you a soul survivor” he said, signing the photograph before rushing towards the vortex with the other Sliders and jumping through it.

As the vortex closed, Ziggy punched the air in excitement.

“This is great, I can put forward the myth Rembrandt is still alive, that he gave me his one and only new autograph, and make a mint off of the publicity”

Doctor K took the photo from him and promptly tore it up.

“Your mind needs to be elsewhere” she said.

Scott and Truman casually walked away from the parked Train; Ziggy looked at it, transfixed

“Why did Scott go for the ride and not the rest of us?” said Ziggy, “I’d kick tail for a cruise on this”

“And what if you’d been lost to the twin-cast?” said K.

“Twin…what?” asked a perplexed Ziggy, trailing off.

“The emissions in the temporal tunnel feed were caused by twin-cast buffering, two external dimensions bleeding into one another, think of it like attaching one step to a multi-verse staircase, it takes a tremendous hammering from the top AND the bottom, so far the bottom is unwilling to co-operate, but if not complimented, the maintenance being done on the top will remain unfinished and the tears it’s causing will pierce through into other reality, and STAY torn up”

“Why are you dumping this info on me? I’m not exactly wired this way” said Ziggy.

“I’m learning to share” said K.

Somewhere else, across the multitudes of parallel worlds, on a world ravaged by an all too powerful despot, Doctor K’s worst fears regarding Logan St. Claire were being confirmed.

“As you can see, Professor Cog made the most of the opportunity my technology had given him, he proved a match for the Power Rangers of that world and it took a Ranger of another world taking a little trip to their reality to give them even more of a fighting chance. Now you may say to yourself, ‘did you factor that into your plans?’, I’m pleased to say I did, you see, the Red RPM Ranger carries within his suit an upload of the Venjix virus, which proceeded to create an off-shoot program designed to overwhelm and infect every trace of that world’s electronic software and hardware. Should take a few years to manifest”

Her partner smiled with supreme satisfaction.

“All it takes in this merry dance are some little side steps” she concluded.

“You have done well” said Lord Drakkon.

Sliders-The Exodus [Fanedit]

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The Exodus is the infamous two-parter of the 90s multiverse exploration series SLIDERS, a series that was frequently plagued by executive meddling, pointless cast changes, and ridiculous story lines. It holds a special place in my heart as it’s first two seasons are amongst the best speculative fiction I’ve ever seen and I do actually have some sort of soft spot for the third season even if it (and season five) are the worst.

The Exodus has a lot going against it…death of a fan favourite character in Professor ArtUro, gobbledegook science jargon, the characters all being incredibly self-centred and mean-spirited, a weird serial killer/coma victim subplot…there’s a lot to cut out or generally minimise, and evidently I haven’t been the only one who’s considered this. Apparently the Earth Prime online community tried their hand at the Exodus fanedit, I found it on Vimeo and it’s inspired me to do my own version.

I think they tried to be too ambitious with the edit, attempting to ignore some of the hokeier moments and, in what I feel was a missed oppertunity, cut out Quinn returning to his home Earth. This was a seminal moment for me and I thought one of the better moments of the two-parter, ruined all too quickly by Maggie’s ludicrous “allergy” to an Earth. In my version, Quinn and Maggie return from Quinn’s world with no problems and they decide that Earth is where the population of the doomed Pulsar Earth goes.

Arturo’s death is now re purposed in a way that gives him some dignity and underlines the triumph of the Sliders with a tragic setback…they have made it home at last, but feel compelled to return to their usual adventures in order to bring Rickman to justice.

Maggie’s husband is killed off-screen, as Rickman tells Maggie he was killed by the rioters.

The whole Rembrandt/Malcom subplot has been removed, they still meet and Rembrandt does still bond with him, but the whole drama with trying to get him on the list or whatnot is edited out.

I retained some of the cheesier elements because Sliders is pure 90s cheese and it would feel hollow without some of that being in there. It’s not really a very joyful story as it is.

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