Subject: [FFML][FF][BGC Xover] A Kinder, Gentler Knight Sabers
From: "The world CAN be saved by steam." <CRF_JENSENJA@crf.cuis.edu>
Date: 2/15/1997, 11:19 AM
To: fanfic@fanfic.com

     Okay, now that I got your attention, here's a little bio going into the 
story.  Some friends and I were having a jam/rap session, talking about 
similarities in anime.  Admit it, there are some similarities out there.  
Well, I had this similarity enter my mind at that time and decided to put it 
into form.  In a way, there is just too many similarities between these two 
teams that can't be ignored.  So far it is about 55-60% done.

BTW, someone want to modify the BGC drinking game for this one, please.  i 
did this against the Crossover drinking game and only came up with a total of 
seven...not enough for my taste.

DISCLAIMER: Other people own the rights to these characters that I have used 
without their permission.  Please don't kill me.

A Kinder, Gentler Knight Sabers(working title[anyone got anything better?])
(a BGC/A-Team Xover)
by Jason "Jazz" Jensen

<Opening theme to A-Team>
In 1972, a crack commando unit        In 2032, a crack mercenary force
was sent to prison by a military      fights the scurge of boomers
court for a crime they didn't         released by the corporation known
commit.  These men promptly           as Genom.  These women fight a
escaped from a maximum security       ceaseless battle to destroy
stockade to the Los Angeles           Genom's evil influence from
underground.  Today, still            MegaTokyo's underground.  Today,
wanted by the government, they        still wanted by Genom, they
survive as soldiers of fortune.       survive as mercenaries for hire.
If you have a problem, if noone       If there is a boomer rampage, if
else can help, and if you can         you can pay the fee, and if you
find them, maybe you can hire...      contact Fargo, maybe you can hire
the A-Team                            ....the Knight Sabers.

     Los Angeles, May 1984

     "Hit it, B.A.!" ordered a white haired older man as he climbed into
the passenger side of the team's custom van.
     "Right, Hannibul" replied the African American in the driver's seat,
slamming his foot down on the accelerator.
    Police sirens could plainly be heard by everyone inside the van. 
"Hannibul, you know what will happen if Decker gets his hands on us." asked
a boyishly handsome young man rhetorically as he handed a fully loaded M-16
to Hannibul.
     "Yes, Face.  He'll throw us back into prison and throw away the key."
replied hannibul, readily accepting the M-16.  Leaning out the passenger
side window, Hannibul sighted the lead patrol car's engine and unloaded
with a short burst.  Needless to say, the engine blew up, flipping the car
over into the path of the other pursuit vehicles.
     Leaning back inside, Hannibul hannded the M-16 back to Face saying "I
love it when a plan comes together."  The other three people in the van
afforded a small smile apiece.

     An hour later, several bystanders watched as a black and blue van with
a flaired red stripe on the side pulled into an abandoned warehouse.  But
after a few moments of thought, each person continued on their way.
     Unloading the vanm, B.A. got to work checking out the weapns they had
used, cleaning them thoroughly.
     "Okay, Hannibul, I gotta get Murdock back to the hospital before he
is missed." said Face, directing the fourth member of the team towards a
white trans am. 
     "Meet back here in an hour.  If something comes up, I'll give you a
call." repleid Hannibul, just as the mobile phone in the van rang.
     Picking it up, Hannibul said "Yes." and "Okay." several times causing
everyone to pause in what they were doing.  Hanging up the phone, Hannibul
said "Face, Murdock isn't going back yet.  That was our contact.  We may
have another job already."
     "Colonel, what's wrong?" asked Murdock.
     "The job sounds kinda fishy to me." repleid Hannibul.
     "How so?" asked Face.
     "It sounds like a typical kidnapping that the police should be able
to handle."
     "Have you told them a meeting site yet, Hannibul."
     "No, B.A..  I wanted to see what you thought before pressing on with
it." said Hannibul.
     "I say we meet in a very public place for our first meeting with this
client and see what other information we can dig up." replied Face.
     "How about at Grant Park off Lake Ave., under the big statue?" asked
Murdock.
     "Sounds like a plan to me." replied Hannibul, picking up the phone
dialing their contact.  Handing over the news, Hannibul hung up, saying
"Okay, tomorrow we are scheduled to meet the client at 1 o'clock under the
statue."
     A young man sitting on a bench in Grant Park glanced nervously at his
watch.   Where are they?  My contact told me they would meet me here close
to fifteen minutes ago.  I thought they might actually be able to help
but...I guess they are just a rumor...'
     The young man was suddenly jerked from his thoughts by the sound of
a walker being inched along from the other side of the statue.  Looking to
the right, he saw an elderly gentleman who seemed to be making a beeline
for the bench he was sitting on.
     As the elderly man started to sit down on the same bench as the man,
he stood up and turned to go.  "Where you off to in such ahurry, young
man?" rasped the old man.  "Sit and talk for a bit.  I don't get much
company nowadays."
     Without not really knowing why, the young man sat back down. 
"Interesting weather we've having..." tried the young man.
     "Aye." replied the old man.  "But I don't think the weather has
anything to do with what's going on in your mind."  At the incredulous look
from the young man, the elderly man continued  "I haven't lived on this
earth 86 years not to know when someone has something on their mind."
     Looking skeptically at the old man, the old man replied, extending his
hand, "In case your  fraid to talk to strangers, my name's Henry Smith."
     Shaking his hand, the young man said "My name's Mike Spartan.  You're
right that the weather is the furthest thing from my mind right now."
     "That's what I thought.  A nice young man like yourself should be with
his lady friend enjoying life."
     "I wish I could be...It's just..."
     "Just what?"
     "I...I was suppose to meet some gentlemen here close to fifteen
minutes ago.  I have a problem that I was hoping they could fix for me."
     "What kind of problem could you have that you would need a strangers
help in solving, Mike?"
     "Well..." started Mike, looking at the old man, "My girlfriend is
being held hostage by her family in order to keep us apart.  I was hoping
these men could possibly get her back to me."
     "These men sound almost like a heaven-send if they could help you."
     "Yeah...if they had shone up like they had arranged." replied Mike. 
"This is what I get for trying to hire the A-Team."
     "So you were gonna try to hire the A-Team, huh?"
     "You...you know them?" asked Mike in disbelief.
     "That I do...a good group...but the government wants to see them in
prison, something about a crime they supposedly committed."
     "I don't care what the government thinks, if they could help me...
Well, thanks for the talk, Henry.  See ya around."
     "Mike, just so you know...the A-Team never misses a meeting..."
started Henry, his voice deepening.  "You have just hired the A-team."
     Mike looked at the old man in shocked, who was peeling off a fake
beard and latex, and noticed a large, burly African-American and two
Caucasians approaching from behind the  old' man.  "My name's Hannibul
Smith.  This is B.A. Baracus, Face, and Murdock." replied Hannibul with a
slighty smile, pointing to the gentlemen behind him.
     "Mike, let's head back to your place to discuss details.  We will
need to know what we will be going up against." said Face.
     Mike nodded, replying "Okay..."

     An thirty minutes later, the entire group was situated in Mike's
living room.  Except for Murdock, who was wandering aimlessly around the
house, commenting to himself.

****add Conversation here****

****add factory invasion here****

     The four men found themselves enveloped in a bright flash of light
and sound.  When their eyes cleared and ears stopped ringing, Hannibul
got a damage assessment from the other three.  Other than a bright spot
in their visions, everyone seemed fine.
     Looking around, they noticed they weren't in kansas anymore. 
"Hannibul, where are we?" asked Murdock.
     "I...I don't know." replied Hannibul, looking at a sign on the
wall.  "Does  A.D. Police' mean anything to anyone."
     "You mean we're in a police station?" said B.A., looking around
nervously.
     By this time, Face had moved over to a window.  "Hannibul, since
when would a Police station be a high rise?" he asked.
     Moving to the window, Hannibul's mind reeled.  "Okay, what was the
last thing you remember?"
     "Someone shot up a control panel of some sort.  There was a bright
flash of light and sound and then we were..." tried Face, being
interrupted by a large explosion near to them.
     "Hannibul?" asked the three men, looking at their leader.
     "Let's...investigate.  Everyone pick a hallway."
     Checking their ammo and guns, each of the four men headed down a
different hallway, moving cautiously.
     Coming to a closed doorway, Hannibul searched for some sort of door
handle til his eyes fell on a strange panel next to the door.  Pushing a
few buttons experimentally, a small screen above the panel rezzed into
existence.  Looking at the screen, Hannibul's eyes went wide.  Hostages. 
He could plainly see three men with REALLY large guns standing over
everyone being held hostage.
     Pawing out his walkie-talkie, Hannibul reported what he saw and had
everyone head to his location.  Three minutes later, the other three
arrived and looked intently at the screen.
     "Ideas?" asked Hannibul.
     "We have to help them.  They may not be who we are after but we
gotta help." replied Murdock.  Face and B.A. nodded.
     "Okay..." said Hannibul, standing up fully, "When I open the door,
everyone select a target and try not to hurt the innocents."
     Nodding, each man prepped the gun they carried, except for B.A. who
cracked his knuckles.  Pushing the door open button(the one labeled
 open'), Face, B.A., and Murdock rushed into the room.  B.A. attempted
to tackle one of the guards while the other two found themselves under
heavy fire, by 1984 standards.
     A look of shock crossed B.A.'s face as the guy he attempted to
tackle still stood up straight, picking him up easily.  Face, Murdock,
and Hannibul found themselves under heavy fire, by 2034 standards.
     Dropping their guns in surrender, Face, Hannibul, and Murdock
walked from behind cover.  To their shock, they saw the eyes of their
would-be opponents glow bright red.
     One of the opponents re-cocked his gun, only to be stopped by his
partner.  "We need more hostages.  Since they like to play with weapons,
lock them in the janitor's closet." said the man in a deep, grovelly
voice, pointing at a door further down the hallway.
     The one carrying B.A. effortlessly held him fast as the other one
escorted the three unarmed gentlemen down the hallway.  Tossing them
unceremoniously into the closet, Face tried to push against the door as
it closed.  Leaning against, he suddenly yelled in pain.
     "Face, what's wrong?" asked Hannibul.
     "The door just got incredibly hot." replied Face, patting out any
would-be flames.
     B.A. stood up from the floor and tried to push the door open and
couldn't.  Looking at the door edge, B.A. commented "They welded us in."
     "Great." replied Face sarcastically.
     Murdock, in the mean time, started to explore the closet. 
Accidently knocking over several cleaner bottles, Murdock heard the
sound of a pressure seal breaking.  Looking behind several brooms and
mops, he could make out the outline of a door.
     "Any ideas on how to get out of here?" asked Hannibul, looking
between Face and B.A.
      "Colonel?" spoke up Murdock.
      "Murdock, later you fool." replied B.A., "We're trying to figure a
way out of here."
     "Colonel!?" insisted Murdock.
     "What is it, Murdock?" asked Hannibul turning towards the would-be
crazy man.
     "Would this work?" asked Murdock, pointing at the doorway.
     "Yeah...but where does it lead?"
     "Only one way to find out..." started Face.
     B.A. pulled the door open far enough for everyone to enter. 
Working their way along the passage, the grate ended the tunnel
abruptly.  Looking through the grate, Hannibul could make out something,
actually a lot of somethings, several with wheels.  "This seems to end
in some sort of vehicle bay."
     B.A. worked his way forward and pried open the grate.  Soon
everyone exited the tunnel and began to look for something useful to use
on the terrorists.
     Looking at a longer flatter truck, Murdock climbed inside the back
to find several folded up somethings.  Looking around, Murdock found an
open manual.   Firebees?' he asked himself, looking through the manual. 
 Minature helicopters??'  His mind reeled like a child's on Christmas
morning.
     Hannibul and Face started looking at something that reminded them
of an APC.  Opening several lockers, they came across several large bore
weapons.  Hannibul moved along to ther back to stand before some sort of
mechanical thing.  "Face, what do you make of this?"
     Moving towards Hannibul, Face replied "I...I don't know.  Looking
like something out of a science fiction movie.  A...a  power armor' I
think it was called."
     "Interesting..." commented Hannibul, climbing into the cockpit.
     "Hannibul, are you sure you should be doing that?" asked Face,
nervously, seeing Hannibul flicking several switches.
     Finding the power button, Hannibul said "Face, be ready for
anything."  Moving his right leg, to both of their ammazements, the
power armor's leg moved.  Taking a few experimental steps, Hannibul
found piloting(?) this armor was similar to walking with a fully loaded
field pack.
     Not wanting to be left out, Face climbed into another of the armors
and powered it up.  Together, the two exited the APC, heading in the
direction in which B.A. had gone.
     B.A. made his way along the wall til he came to an open area.  To
his delight, it was filled with a LOT of tools, some he had never seen
but could guess their use.  Looking over what looked like a modified
arc-welder, he notcied a prone figure lying on a raised slab.
     Lifting the tarp, his eyes fell on what looked like a suit of
armor.  Looking closely, he could see sections of damage, one that was
outlined with crimson.  Picking up a section of armor, B.A. put some
muscle into it, and it bent moderately easy.   No wonder this thing was
easily damaged.  If they use these things to take on whatever stopped us
in the first place, it's a small wonder they haven't won yet.'
     Sudedenly, B.A.'s ears heard two sets of rhythmic clanking getting
louder.  Grabbing a large pipe wrench, B.A. waited in ambush.
     As the first figure came around the corner, B.A. swung, putting a
large dent into the figure.  "B.A., ease up." he heard from the one he
struck.
     "Hannibul, don't do that."
     Face looked at the front of Hannibul's armor and saw that B.A.'s
wrench had broken the armor on the chestplate.  "Hannibul, we are gonna
have to do something with these things."
     "Why, Face?"
     "B.A.'s wrench just cleaved your front armor.  No wonder there are
some many of these things around."
     "B.A., what did you find?"
     "Tools and parts."
     "Well, let's get to work." said Hannibul, powering down the armor
and climbing out.

****insert tech building phase****

     "Sylia, help!!!"
     Putting the phone back to her ear, Sylia asked "Nene, what's
wrong?"
     "Boomers have taken over A.D. Police once again!!" exclaimed the
red-head.
     "Nene, where are you?"
     "I'm here, at A.D. Police headquarters.  I managed to hide when
they raided.  They are acting differently than normal boomers.  This is
almost like that Dr. Miriam incident from a few months ago."
     "Nene, are the boomers just in the populated floors of the
building?"
     "Yes, I believe so."
     "Okay.  We can't land on the roof with the Knightwing so we will be
making a ground assault coming in through sub-basement 2.  Can you work
your way down there?"
     "Yes..."
     "Nene, do you have your transponder on you?"
     "Yes, please hurry." Nene finished, hanging up the phone.
     Sighing, Sylia set out the page to the rest of the team; one
finishing up a concert, the other starting to relax for the night. 
Sylia proceeded downstairs to prep for the arrival of her two comrades
at arms.  On the way past Mackie's room, Sylia grabbed him, dragging him
downstairs to help her.

****Input Knight Saber Conversation****

     Nene worked her way down several sets of ladders, through several
tunnels, being careful not to be detected.  As she passed an ajar air
grate, the sounds of tools being used assaulted her ears.
     Pulling out her pistol, Nene cautiously made her way towards the
clatter.  'What am I doing?  I wish Sylia would get here already.' her
mind raced.
     Looking around the corner, Nene's eyes went wide.  Three men,
dressed for combat, were working on feverishly on an ADPolice personal
carrier and two K-12S's.  Looking closely at the personal carrier, Nene
noticed that addition weapons and a great deal of armor had been added. 
Currently, the three men were working on fitting more weapons onto the
K-12S's.
      Breathing deeply, Nene stepped out from her cover, though not far,
and yelled "FREEZE!!"
      The three men froze.  "TURN AROUND AND KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN
SEE THEM!!" she ordered, really wishing she had back-up.
      Nene's eyes went wide as B.A. stand up, his gold chains shining
brightly.  'Boomer?' her mind asked.
     "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to sound tough.
     "Officer..." started the white haired man, looking down at the red-haired officer.
     "Romanov."
     "Officer Romanov, you may not be awar but there is a hostage
situation going on here."
     "I am very much aware of that fact."
     "Okay...We just want to give our assistance to the situation." said
Hannibul, nodding slightly.
     Suddenly, Nene felt something touch her back.  "I tink dat you be
wantin' to drop dat gun ov yaws, I gaurontee." said a bad Cajun accent
behind her.
     "Eep!" chirped Nene, dropping the gun.
     "Thanks, Murdock." said Hannibul.
     "No problame."
     "Now, Officer Romanov," said Hannibul, "whether you believe us or
not, we are here to help.  All we know there are people in trouble in
this building and we might be able to help since no one else is able
to."
     "Not when my friends get here." commented Nene quietly.
     "What was that?"
     "Nothing!" exclaimed Nene.
     "Colonel, she said sometin' to da effect when her friends get
hier."
     "Thanks Murdock.  Lady, I don't know who your friends are...but if
they are coming to deal with these terrorists, they might need our
help." replied Hannibul.  B.A. nodded in agreement and went back to
working on the power armor.
     "Just who are you people anyway?"
     "That's Hannibul Smith.  The big guy is B.A. Baracus.  I'm
Templeton 'face' Peck.  The guy holdingthe gun is H.M. Murdock.  We're
the A-team."
     "A-team??"
     'She hasn't heard of us?' thought Hannibul.  "We pick up where the
police leave off.  We have been labeled  fugitives' by the government,
but we consider ourselves mercenaries for hire." he explained.
      Mercenaries for hire??  Like the Knight Sabers??' thought Nene. 
"Mr. Smith..."
     "Call me Hannibul."
     "H...Hannibul, why are you working on two k-12S's?  If you are
mercenaries, where are your weapons or power armor?"
     "What do you mean by  K-12S'?  All we found were these walking
piles of armor here.  We lost our weapons trying to rescue some hostages
from three terrorists." said Face.
     "How did you loose them?" asked Nene, grinning inwardly as she
thought she was dealing with a bunch of amateurs.
     "These three goons shrugged off our fire and picked B.A. off the
ground like he was a piece of paper.  They then locked us in a closet
and welded the door shut.  These terrorists are..." replied Face, being
interrupted.
     "Boomers."
     "Booma?  Wat dat?" asked Murdock.
     "They are mechanical humanoids capable of greater strength and even
greater firepower.  Don't you four know about them?"
     Shaking their heads, Nene sighed.  "Where do your guys come from
that you don't know about Genom Corporation, Boomers, and MegaTokyo."
     "We come from Los Angeles." said Face.
     "Okay, what year is it?" asked Nene, trying something out of the
blue.
     "It be 1984, mon cherie." replied Murdock.
      How?  Can it be?'  Nene's mind reeled noticeably.
     "What is it?" asked Hannibul.
     "The year is 2034.  You are in the city known as MegaTokyo in
Japan."
     After a few moments of silence, Murdock spoke up.  "Colonel, do yoo
tink dat bright flash o'light had sometin' to do wit' us being hier
now?"
     "Could be, Murdock, could be."
     "Hannibul, I got the wepaons mounted on the K-12's or whatever she
called  em, but I can't mount an extra control system into the hand
grip.  This a little bit beyond me." said B.A. standing over the open
chest cavioty of a K-12S.
     "Officer Romanov," said Hannibul, his attention back to the red-head.  "You seem to know these thigns somewhat.  Could you take a look
and see what you can do?"
     "I don't know..."
     "Mon cherie, de Colonel be wantin' and needin' yaw help.  If notin'
else, do it for de hostages."
     "Okay...I can try...one condition, though."
     "That being?" asked Face, fearing the worst.
     "I go free after I do."
     "It was already going to happen anyway.  We had you under gunpoint
to make sure you didn't take any potshots at us." replied Hannibul, much
to Nene's relief.
     Nene heard the gun behind her being shouldered.  Moving cautiously
like a cat in a room of rocking chairs, Nene made her way to one of the
opened K-12S's.  B.A. stepped back to allow Nene access as hse wouldn't
approach with him standing right there.
     After ten minutes of working with B.A., Nene lost some her unease
in his pressence and took to B.A. like a fellow techie would.  Murdock,
Face, and Hannibul devoted hteir attention to the A.P.C., in hopes of
getting it done relatively fast.
     Forty five mintues pass with little interruption, until...

     "HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!!!" yelled a modulated, amplified voice.
     "Not again." commented Face quietly, standing up straight.
     Turning to face the voice, B. A. And Face stop[ped in their tracks,
wishing they were facing a human or inside the A.P.C.  A figure in dark
blue form fitting armor with pink pin striping had her right arm aimed
at them.  It wasn't so much the arm itself but the fact that it had a
few openings that looked like weapon muzzles.
     Behind the first figure, they noticed two more suits of similar
design though different colors, one green, the other light blue/white. 
Their eyes got wider as a fourth figure similar to a modified K-12S
rounded the corner.
     "What are you doing?" asked the white suited figure.
     "You must be the people that Officer Romanov was waiting for." said
Face, trying his best to remain calm.
     The lead suit took a step backward, almost as if in shock.  "What
have you done with her?" ordered the lead suit, it's voice promising
dire retribution.
     "Nothing!  I swear."  Turning his head slightly, Face yelled "Nene,
could you PLEASE come out here...NOW!!!!!"
     "Okay!" came the reply as the red-head bounced down the A.P.C.
stairs.  "You're here!  What took you so long?"
     "Nene, what are you doing with these men?" asked the white suited
figure, coolly.
     "Syl...Saber Prime, they're here to help.  But they needed my help
in turn." Nene explained.
     "Can we trust them?" asked the green suited figure, still in a
battle stance.
     "Yes."  Turning back to the A.P.C., Nene yelled "Colonel, there's
some people I would like you to meet."
     Sylia watched as two men exited the A.P.C.  Approaching and
standing next to Nene, Hannibul said, pointing out each person, "I'm
Hannibul Smith.  The gut with the gold chains is B.A..  This is Face. 
And the guy with the baseball hat is Murdock.  We are the A-Team.  You
must be the Knight Sabers.  Nene has spoken quite highly of you."
     "Saber Prime, hwne they come from, they specialize in situations
like this, if by our standards, a little outdated." Nene tried to
explain.
     "When??!!??" asked Sylia.
     "Officer Romanov has been kind enough to bring us up to date.  We
originally come from Los Angeles in 1984." replied Face.
     "How..." started Priss.
     "We don't know.  Something happened that we don't understand. 
Since we're here now, might as well as be useful.  In a way, the A-Team
and the Knight Sabers are alike."
     "How so?" asked Sylia.
     "We both work outside the law, using whatever means necessary to
protect the innocent." said Hannibul, a slight grin coming to his lips.
     "And we both charge high fees." offered Face.
     "Colonel, I'll be right back." said Nene, taking off her ADPolice
uniform coat while following the large orange mecha.
     "Nene, wait." tried Face.
     "So, how do you plan to help?" asked Priss hesitantly lowering her
weapon arm.
     "Thanks to Nene's help, we have managed to put together a few
surprises for the, I believe she called them, boomers." said Hannibul.
     "Show us. Please." said Sylia, stepping towards Hannibul.
     "Okay," said Hannibul, "These are some crude adjustments but that
is what we do."
     Looking at the K-12S's and the A.P.C., Sylia couldn't believe her
eyes.  They had actually modified the K-12S effectively, adding more
armor and more firepower.  "How did you do this?"
     "We put in de manuel labor." started Murdock.
     "Shut up, you fool.  You aren't Cajun." said B.A.
     Ignoring Murdock and B.A., Face continued "But Nene helped tie
everything into the control systems." 
     Two sets of metal clanking, one heavy, theo ther light, came back
into the bay.  Over her P.A., Nene said "Hi, Colonel."
     "Nene??!!??" asked the four men simultaneously.
     "Hai." her smile almost audible
     "I had figured dat she might'a been a Knight Sab'r" commented
Murdock.
     "No wonder you were talking them up so much." said Face.
     Turning back to business, Hannibul turned to Saber Prime, saying
"Okay, what we need is a plan."
     "Let's hear what you have so far."
     Things broke down from there, forming strategy and such.  Nene
checked Murdock out of driving the A.P.C.  B.A., Face, and Mackie loaded
the K-12S's into the rear hold of the personal carrier.

     Suddenly an explosion rocked the sub-basement 2 of the ADPolice
headquarters.