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Of Spells and Serpents
By : rogue_scholar07
Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe
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Chapter List
- 1-Of Spells and Serpents
- 2-Growing Up and Growing Apart
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or locations presented in this work of fanfiction. They are the property of Hasbro and Rainbow/Nickelodian. No profit is gained from my writing this, aside from my readers potentially enjoying the story.
Of Spells and Serpents
A G.I. Joe/Winx Club Crossover
1. Another Plan Gone Wrong
Inside a secret base in an undisclosed location, a group of the most cunning, brilliant, and evil minds on the planet Earth gathered together to test their latest world domination device. They are the most elite within their organization, the High Command of the ruthless terrorist organization known as Cobra. Next to a large machine, a large, well-muscled man finished calibrating the device he created. His head was covered in a metal mask that seemed bonded to his skin, and a black bodysuit with a red boots, belt, and fur collar covered the rest of him. He is Destro, CEO of M.A.R.S. corporation and Cobra’s second-highest ranking officer.
“What makes you sure this giant space-vacuum is going to work?” A much smaller man inquired, his accent betraying him as an Australian native. He had an eyepatch over his left eye and a blue helmet on his head. A blue and brown officers’ uniform covered him from the neck down. He was Major Sebastian Bludd, a mercenary now fully on Cobra’s payroll.
“I have made and double-checked all calculations myself.” Destro responded, a thick Scottish accent coloring his words. “This device will be able to lock on to an object across the globe and transport it to our base without the fuss caused by the MASS device.”
“So it’s a giant space-vacuum?” One man spoke up. He and four other gentlemen were loitering around in the corner and appeared to be making some sort of wager as to whether or not Destro’s new device would work. The speaker was a rough-looking fellow with reddish-brown hair and a full beard, and mirrored sunglasses masked his eyes. A black leather motorcycle vest left a good portion of his chest exposed, but his feet and legs were covered by a pair of armored motorcycle boots and blue jeans. His companions dressed in a similar fashion. Answering to the codename Torch, he was one of a rowdy group of destructive motorcyclists known as the Dreadnoks.
“Yes, Torch,” Destro grumbled, wondering why the Dreadnoks were even here. Aside from Buzzer—their blond ponytailed ring-leader whenever their boss and his siblings were away—none of the group was very smart. In fact, the Dreadnoks’ inherent stupidity and destructive tendencies had cost Cobra several missions.
“I don’t care what it does as long as it works, Destro,” a man in a featureless metal mask and blue helmet hissed. He wore a blue uniform with various insignias revealing him to be the one in charge of the operation. He was Cobra Commander, the leader and founder of the Cobra organization.
“Of course it will work, Commander.” Destro huffed, not pleased with the notions that any of his devices’ malfunctions had been the cause of the group’s past failures. His devices always worked.
“Destro has spent months perfecting this device.” A woman with long, dark hair and glasses spoke up, an unidentifiable Eastern European accent affecting her speech. The black catsuit-clad Baroness was third in command and Destro’s girlfriend.
“And who would know more about that than you, Baroness?” A green-eyed man with odd black facial markings taunted. Dark red hair fell to his shoulders, shadowing his face like a hood or cowl. A blue midriff-baring armored chest piece covered his upper torso, and dark red-brown pants melted into a pair of black armored boots, and a set of black gloves covered his hands. He was Zartan, master of disguise and one of Cobra’s best infiltrators, with his two siblings Zandar and Zarana coming in at a tie for second and third. He was also the leader of the Dreadnoks. His dislike for the Baroness was well documented, and she returned the sentiment in spades.
“Why you…”
“If the both of you would kindly act as if you tolerate each other for the next few seconds, I will demonstrate the power of our newest device!” Destro spoke up rather loudly. Zartan and the Baroness refrained from starting a fist fight, but still glared venomously at each other. “Let us start by stealing something in China.” He flipped a lever and pressed a few buttons as the machine revved to life, opening a rift in the space before it.
Meanwhile in the Realm of Magix, several dimensions and years away from the Earth inhabited by Cobra, a trio of witches tried to out-run the inter-realm magical guards pursuing them. Icy, Darcy, and Stormy, better known throughout the known realms as the Trix witches, sped through the air with a little boost from Stormy’s power to control the winds.
“They’re gaining on us!” Stormy, the youngest of the sister witches, cried out in alarm, her curly blue-violet hair blown in a bout thirty different directions due to both the direction of their tailwind and the speed at which the group flew. “We need to get out of here!”
“Everyone focus your energy! I’m going to create a portal ahead of us!” Darcy called out, golden eyes beginning to glow a sinister violet as she focused her Darkness energies into the formation of a portal. Stormy and Icy joined in, and a swirling black, blue, purple, and crimson vortex appeared in their flight path.
“Where will it take us?” Icy asked as they approached, the guards now nipping at their heels.
“I’m not sure, but anywhere away from here is better than where we are now!” Darcy shouted back, flying headlong into the portal with Stormy following close behind. Shaking her head, Icy used every last ounce of energy she could muster to fly into the portal. It closed behind her with a pop, barring their pursuers from following their path.
It so happened that they opened their portal at the same time Destro attempted to use his inter-dimensional vacuum portal to steal a rare artifact from China. Instead of locking in on either intended targets, the two portals connected, dumping the three most feared witches in Magix smack dab in the middle of Cobra’s lair.
The entirety of Cobra High Command stared in awe as three women in their early twenties crash-landed in the middle of the testing zone, the portal machine shutting off as they landed. All three were wearing odd leather outfits.
The smallest woman, with frizzy blue-violet hair resembling a storm cloud, was clad in a burgundy leather top with an “S” sewn on in white piping. A matching leather miniskirt covered her behind, and dark tights faded into a pair of heeled ankle-boots the same burgundy as the skirt. A set of burgundy arm bracers reached up to her elbows, but left her hands free. Gray-blue eyes glanced around in shock as static electricity sparked off of her. “What the hell?” She blurted out, scrambling to her feet. “Darcy, where the hell did you send us?”
“I told you before, I don’t know!” A golden-eyed brunette in a purple leather top (bearing the letter “D” in a white piping), purple cropped pants, and purple stiletto shoes shot back. “But they look a hell of a lot easier to take out than those damn guards!”
The final and oldest-looking woman—a tall platinum-haired creature clad in a dark blue top with the letter “I” in silvery piping, cape, tight pants and thigh-high boots—surveyed their new surroundings while the younger two continued to bicker. Pale blue eyes seemed to be calculating something, though the Cobra staff couldn’t tell just what. “Darcy, open another portal. We need to go home.”
“How can I do that when I don’t know where we are or how we got here?” The brunette, apparently named Darcy, exclaimed. “You know as well as I do that teleporting around strange dimensions can be dangerous! We could get stuck inside a star and burn up, and you would be the first to go, Icy!”
“Uh, Darcy?”
“What now, Stormy?” Darcy grumbled.
“Well, these strange people are all staring at us…maybe we should go now?” The younger woman asked timidly. The two older girls looked around and noticed for the first time that they were indeed attracting a lot of odd looks.
“Who are you people?” Cobra Commander demanded. “How did you manage to go through that portal?”
“You guys opened a portal?” Darcy asked slowly. Destro nodded.
“Supposedly to China, although I doubt any of you are from there.”
“Never even heard of a realm called China.” Stormy frowned. “You think it’s located near Obsidian?” she looked to her sister witches.
“Wait…what planet are we on?” Icy demanded, putting on her best belligerent snarl.
“The planet Earth, 1984.” Destro folded his arms, not intimidated in the least.
“So not only are we stuck on the wrong planet in the wrong dimension, we’re also trapped in the wrong fucking year!” The platinum-ponytailed witch boomed at her brunette companion.
“That is NOT my fault!” Darcy hissed, an angry violet aura surrounding her. “I was aiming for somewhere in our damn dimension! They’re the ones who screwed up our spell!”
“Our fault?” Cobra Commander screeched with a snarl they could hear in his voice. “How is our ignorance of things in some far-flung dimension our fault?!”
“How dare you address us as equals, you insignificant rodent!” Icy fired an orb of pale blue energy even as Darcy shouted in protest.
“Don’t waste your magic on that!” The golden-eyed woman called out a breath too late. With a loud bang, Cobra Commander was turned into a creature resembling a weasel, but still wearing the top half of his uniform.
“Commander?” The Baroness asked timidly, garnering a series of agitated squeaks from the rodent.
“He can’t even talk!” Stormy cackled as Darcy pinched the bridge of her nose. With a flick of her hand, the brunette woman’s leather outfit vanished, leaving behind her everyday clothing: a purple halter top and matching bell-bottom pants with black shoes.
“Darcy, what are you doing?” Icy frowned, unsure just why the hell her sister witch would de-transform at a time like this.
“I am not going to waste my energy on stupid party tricks when I could be using it to get us home!” Darcy grumbled, stalking out of the area. “If either of you two jackals need me, I’ll be studying our spellbooks!” Paying no mind to where she was going or who she passed by in the process, the brunette witch marched out of the restricted area and into the winding corridors of the Terror Dome.
“Why does she have to be such a drag?” Stormy pouted as the Dreadnoks laughed uproariously at the frantic squeaking of Weasel-Cobra-Commander.
“Because she’s the brains in this group,” Icy grumbled, not liking to admit that the shorter witch had any sort of advantage over her. “And she does have a point; we need to conserve our energies until we know for sure how to get out of this place.”
“Perhaps it would be in our best interest if we work together?” Destro spoke up, attracting the attention of the two females.
“How might that be?” Icy raised a silvery eyebrow as the Baroness gaped at her lover.
“Destro, darling, you can’t be serious!” The bespectacled woman exclaimed. “They turned the Commander into a weasel!”
“Had it comin’ for a while, if you ask me.” Zarana snorted. Like her brother Zartan, she was only staying around the Cobra crowd for the money. In truth, the Commander annoyed the crap out of her. “Think we can get her to turn Serpentor into something?”
“How dare you speak of your emperor in such a manner!” Doctor Mindbender demanded, not having noticed that Zartan had left his two siblings and the Dreadnoks alone in the room.
“Because he is not my emperor. He’s not even my employer!” The orange-haired assassin stated pointedly. “He is a spoiled brat who thinks the whole world should give him whatever he wants because he commands it. Would do the wanker some good to be turned into a snake for a bit.”
“I like her,” Stormy remarked.
“Can we please get this conversation back on track?” Icy glared at her younger sister-witch, anger barely restrained in her tone of voice. “Why should we let you help us? You’re the ones who got us stranded here in the first place!”
“And that is exactly why you should permit us to assist you,” Destro responded coolly. “While you no doubt have a wealth of magical knowledge, you do not know how the technology of this dimension works. Since this device is what helped bring you three ladies to our figurative doorstep, it stands to reason that you will need it to get you back to your home, wherever that may be.”
“Great. The one time it would be nice to have the techno-pixie around…” Stormy grumbled to herself. As much as they despised the Winx Club, that technology fairy would be damned handy to have around right now.
“Doesn’t seem as if we have a choice,” Icy conceded. “Very well.” Although, they would need a lair of sorts, and she had no idea where to start looking for one in this dimension. Pride forbid her from simply asking her new…assistants if they had a space to stay in for a few days.
“There are some unused quarters on the floor directly above us.” Destro gestured up to the ceiling. “You may reside there for now.”
“Great. Now who’s going to tell that to Darcy?” Stormy griped. She often bragged about taking her sisters on in a fight, but she learned at a young age that trying to pick one with an already irritated Darcy was not in her best interest. What the Dark Witch lacked in raw power, she more than made up for in brain power.
“Let her cool off for a while first.” Icy waved. “Let’s go see what this dump has to offer us…” As she guided her younger ‘sister’ toward the doors, she lobbed another energy orb over her shoulder. It connected with Cobra Commander, restoring him to his human form as the doors closed behind her.
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Destro?” The Baroness inquired.
“Of course it isn’t.” Bludd snorted. “Should have shot the lot of them up the minute they got here.”
“Forgive me for not wanting to start a fight with three creatures powerful enough to alter an inter-dimensional portal in such a manner,” the Scottish arms dealer drawled. “But it is in our best interest to be rid of them, and we will accomplish it much more quickly by working with them rather than against them.”
“That WITCH!!!” Cobra Commander screamed at the doors. “She turned me into a rodent!”
“I think the rodent was an improvement,” Zarana grumbled.
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Of Spells and Serpents	By : rogue_scholar07 Category: +G through L > G.I. Joe Views: 1596 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Of Spells and Serpents