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[raidingurarkz]

Who: Indiana Jones (open!)
What: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?
Where: Da Base

Ok, this wasn't strange. It wasn't strange at all. He was only on some sort of military base, being told by strange people in strange uniforms that he was fictional. This had to be some sort of Nazi psychological warfare. Had to be. Still, he'd managed to punch out the guards

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[drumstowar]

The Master, decked out in seasonally-appropriate tennis gear, was coming from the other direction, swinging a racket like a Scotsman swung a claymore. He'd had a hard time breaking into politics on the base ("This is not a democracy, Mr. Master," the general had told him -- to which the Master had replied, "It's hardly a democracy anywhere else, Mr. Military Man.") and while he waited for plans for his Doomsday Device to arrive, he had been participating in two to three rounds of doubles per week.

His doubles partners were reluctant volunteers. Who knew that the threat of a laser screwdriver could cripple a game like that?

Humming the theme to "Blue Peter", the Master passed the dusty fellow in the hall on the way to the courts. He rounded on a shiny rubber heel and passed a hand across the bridge of his nose.

"WhoooOoOeee!" he crowed, "you smell like the Pit of the Tyrellian Stink Boggle on Aecthellion Five!" A beat. "Terrible B.O., although his wife is lovely."

[raidingurarkz]

Indiana rounded on the tennis racket swinging man with a glare, "You don't exactly smell like a garden of roses yourself, mister."

Wait. He was English. What was an English-man doing here? He frowned, examining the Master carefully. "Who are you, anyway? What's going on around here? I should be in Egypt."

[drumstowar]

"Yes, of course you should," the Master said with a disdainful sniff, "and I should be serving into the net with Miss Kournikova, but --" he sang this next bit -- "into every life." The racket swung over his shoulder. He beamed.

"Egypt, eh? What were you doing in Eeeeegypt? Hunting mummies?"

[raidingurarkz]

OK. Make that a crazy English-man. "I should be hunting down the Ark of the Covenant before the Nazis do! If they get their hands on it..."

He turned away with a growl, "I don't have time for this."

[magnetfordanger]

Now things were really getting weird.

Bella was a teenager, but that didn't mean she wasn't well versed in the action genre of movies. And there was no chance she'd ever be able to mistake that face, especially with the hat in the same jaunty place it had been for three films.

Definitely getting weird.

"You look a little confused," she said, her thumbs tucked into the loops of her jeans.

[raidingurarkz]

Indiana brought himself up short, regarding the young woman curiously.

"You could say that, yeah."

So many odd people around here...

[magnetfordanger]

"Has anyone told you what's going on?" Of all people, Bella wouldn't have expected Indiana Jones to be daunted by this place.

It was a good thing her mother wasn't here. She might be disappointed.

[raidingurarkz]

Indy scowled. "All I know is that there's strange people in strange uniforms telling me I'm a fictional character."

He put his hands on his hips, "Do you know anything else? This has got to be some sort of trick."

[yubyubcommander]

Wedge was strolling down the corridor after a nice jog around the base when he noticed the rather familiar man, though what he was wearing seemed rather out of place.

"Han, what in the galaxy are you wearing?"

[raidingurarkz]

Jones looked at Wedge strangely, "I think you have the wrong guy, buddy."

[yubyubcommander]

"Are you sure? YOu look...well, almost exactly like a friend of mine."

[raidingurarkz]

"Wrong person."

[12inchblaster]

HAN SOLO SAW INDIANA JONES, FROZE, AND COLLAPSED AS HIS LEGS PROMPTLY TURNED INTO JELLY

[raidingurarkz]

FOR HIS PART, INDIANA JONES SAW HAN SOLO AND FOLLOWED SUIT.

[12inchblaster]

HAN SOLO DECIDED THIS TO STAND UP BEFORE HIS DOPPLEGANGER COULD DRAG HIM BACK INTO THE MIRROR WORLD. (HAN WAS SMART AND READ WIKIPEDIA A LOT.)

"Who the... who the kriff do you think you are?? Another one of them hero-worshipping freaks, is that it?" He rubbed his chin. "Never saw one of you sickos get that good of a face-reconstruction job."

[raidingurarkz]

Indiana staggered to his feet, staring in shock. "I don't know who the hell you are or why you have my face, but I'm not you. I'm Indiana Jones."