#1 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

This is history but slightly changed. 90% of the people used in this story are real people from around this point in history, but they had never met until right now. This is a work of fiction based around some real events and real people. It is rate MA. I hope you read and enjoy and if you like it, please comment. Now Part 1 is long but that's just something you'll have to deal with, and I've tried something new with the formatting. Let me know peoples :)

**

Buckingham Palace, November 1877

Queen Victoria looked down her nose as she sat on her throne. On bended knee before her was the former Empress consort of France, Eugénie de Montijo whose curtsey was starting to waver.

“We are not amused.” stated Queen Victoria.

“Was not my intention to am…” Eugénie looked up and then looked back to the floor, almost forgetting her place. She and her son were guests of her majesty, who had kindly let them in after the death of her husband Napoleon III last year; royalty in exile from their native France.

“Rise”

Eugenie stood before the powerful woman in black, her unsmiling face almost made of stone.

“There was talk that your son were to marry my youngest” The Queen stood making Eugénie once again follow royal protocol and curtsey again “What say you on this?”

“Louis is an imperial prince your majesty,” said Eugénie as she followed the Queen as she traversed the throne room.

“I know your genealogy!” she snapped as she halted “Why is he good enough for my baby/”

“He is enrolled at the Royal Military Academy in Woolwich destined to follow in the footsteps of his great-uncle Napoleon”

Queen Victoria glared at the former empress, her gaze causing Eugenie to cower at its ferocity “That little man cost the lives of many a good Englishman. I would watch your tone and your reverence”

“Majesty” she bowed deeply and sincerely

“If your son believes he is good enough, he shall head to Africa once he has completed his schooling” said the Queen “The Zulu have taken umbrage by latest reports by Sir Henry. When does Louis finish?”

“Next year your majesty”

A small, miniscule smile almost escaped her lips “Good. That will be all”

**

**

Dear Louis;

I hope this letter finds you well.

I have spoken to our host and benefactor, her majesty Queen Victoria. The marriage of you to her daughter Princess Beatrice Mary seems upon the horizon. I know you have been writing her and have grown close these past months.

But my son, I honestly believe the Queen wishes you dead! Upon completion of your schooling she is sending you to Africa, presumably to be blooded in battle and return a hero for her daughter, but I fear it may be more sinister. I have no proof, nor would I ever dream of mentioning this but as I have a terrible feeling about this. Call me a superstitious old woman but I fear the dark continent bodes ill for you.

I have sent word out for a bodyguard for you to protect you from the savages. I know you are a brave and excellent soldier but it will make me feel better if you are escorted with an entourage befitting an heir to Napoleon Bonaparte. There is talk from Paris that you will be crowned Napoleon IV and restore the Empire. With your ties to the British throne from your marriage to Princess Beatrice, it shall come to fruition!

I wish you well in your studies

Your mother

Empress Consort of the French, Eugénie de Montijo

**

Southampton Docks, November 1878

“Gateway to the Empire!” whistled an American as he looked around the busy and bustling place “If this is the gate, hate to see what’s inside the fence”

“So many people” remarked an Irish man with a strange lilt in his voice as he heft a large steamer trunk “Back home there’s this many people in the entire country”

“And where is home?” asked the American

“Australia. You?”

“Atlanta Georgia,” he replied “Dallas Texas, Denison Texas, Cheyenne Wyoming, Dodge City Kansas, lots of different places. John Holliday,” he extended his hand “People call me Doc!”

“Edward Kelly, most call me Ned.” the handshake was returned.

“Excuse me honourable gentlemen,” the voice was soft and deliberate “Are you also here for the bodyguard position?”

Ned and Doc turned to the small Asian man dressed in traditional garb, whose arms looked like they were moulded steel.

“Who’s asking?” said Doc defensively looking the man up and down.

“Muk Yan Wah” he placed his left hand fist into his flat right palm and bowed “Pleasure to make your acquaintance”

“Met a few of your kind in the goldfields back home” said Ned scratching his big beard “First one I’ve met who can speak”

“We Chinese are full of surprises” Muk smiled “Is there anyone else?”

Smoke appeared from nowhere near the trio’s feet quickly rising and making a large black cloud that surrounded them. When the smoke cleared a thin man in a fine suit, a neat but full goatee and intense brown eyes stood before them. Ned and Doc had their pistols out and up, Muk had jumped into a fighting stance. The man merely stared at them with his strange unblinking eyes.

“I believe you were expecting me!” he said, his voice full of mystery and a lovely blend of French and German accent “I am Herrmann the Great!”

“Sneaking up like that will get you killed!” stated Doc waving away the last of the smoke “Drive a man to drink with tricks like that!”

“I do not perform tricks” stated Herrman staring unblinking at Doc who pulled out a hip flask.

“Thank you gentlemen for responding to my mother’s letter” A handsome young man strode up to them in a pristine military uniform, sabre by his side. “My name is Louis Napoleon. You are to be guarding me on my travel to Africa. If you’ll follow me, my boat is this way”

**

Dearest mother;

Please give my regards to her majesty Queen Victoria, also to the lovely Beatrice. Please pass onto Beatrice that I have written her as well and hopefully my letter finds her soon.

Now mother, whilst I thank you for your concern, these…words almost fail to describe the motley crew of miscreants, deviants, almost sub-human malcontents you have arranged to be my bodyguard on this trip to Zululand! I am more likely to be knifed to death in my sleep by THEM than any savage.

I shall write you again whence I am in a better frame of mind.

Louis

**

HMS Olympus, Atlantic Ocean, December 1878

Louis stood on the deck of the ship looking out across the waves as he puffed on his pipe. The trip to Africa was long, not much to do but walk the decks, write letters and smoke as they seemingly inched closer to where his destiny lay. He turned to see his bodyguards standing behind him. Louis hand went for his sabre.

“Stay your hand your majesty!” uttered Herrmann waving his hands dramatically as if casting a spell “We merely thought that after nearly a month, you may like to know who will be protecting you”

Louis eyed the four of them suspiciously, wondering if they were planning to dump him over the side in the dead of the night. Doc pulled a square bottle from his coat and wiggled it playfully.

“Best thing to come out of Scotland” he laughed “Care to join us?”

**

Louis slammed his glass down onto the table “I do not believe you monsieur Holliday!”

“Well your majesty, as is said back home either squat or get off the pot?” quipped Doc as he took another shot of scotch, adding it to the small wall he was slowly hiding himself behind.

Ned stroked his beard and quietly folded as Louis smiled and pushed all his tokens into the centre. Herrmann looked around at the others.

“Seven hundred monsieur” said Herrmann dramatically as he waved his hand over the deck.

Doc grabbed another shot before casually shoving all his chips in “Call”

Muk looked at his cards “I do not understand this game” He pushed his chips into the middle “But since you all have done so, so will I”

“Ha!” Louis dramatically threw his cards onto the table with four 10’s and an ace.

Doc looked at the cards, knocked back another shot and casually tossed his cards onto the table “I believe mine, your majesty, has more heart” A 7, 6, 5, 4 and 3 of hearts of hearts glared up “Straight” Doc reached out to grab the pot when Muk’s hand shot out and grabbed him by the wrist with lightning fast speed.

“Does this beat yours?” Muk revealed a royal flush of diamonds. Herrmann applauded as Doc’s jaw dropped.

“Well played China man” said Ned as he poured himself another scotch.

“My name is Muk. Not China man”

“Muck?”

Muk sighed “Perhaps you should call me Woodman, since you have trouble with my name”

“Woodman?”

Muk sighed again and stood up “Mr Kelly, if you would please” He motioned to Ned who shrugged and stood up “Please pick up your chair from the back” Ned rolled his eyes and obliged.

“Now what?” asked Ned

“Quiet, please” said Muk as he gripped the air, flexed his muscular forearms and took a stance. Herrman watched attentively as did Doc and Louis.

“This is…”

“HEEEEEEEE-YAAAAAAA!” Muk screamed as his hand lashed out and broke the chair in half. Ned stood there a little shocked and confused as Herrmann stood and applauded.

“Amazing!” said Herrmann “What a display! You must show me how you do that”

Muk bowed respectfully “Perhaps my friend” He turned to the others “Goodnight gentlemen”

“Woodman” nodded Ned as he picked splinters from his beard.

“So how did my mother manage to get in contact with all of you?” asked Louis as he got comfortable in his chair as the ship rocked backwards gently on the waves.

The Bricklayers Arms, Dover, December 1877

Empress consort of France, Eugénie de Montijo hurried into the old tavern under the cover of darkness. Though it was nearly midnight, the pub was full of patrons mainly sailors and farmers and ruffians, escaping the bitter cold. The sound of skittles being played echoed through the pub, along with cries of joy and those of anger.

“You look lost?” A young man stepped from behind a group of drinkers. He was a striking figure, a half-caste possibly Indian, well built.

“I am looking for a whale?” replied Eugénie

“Ahhh well, you may call me Ishmael” the man smiled and ushered her to a table “Would you like an ale?”

“Brandy please”

He clicked his fingers at the bartender and sat down “So you what can I do for you my lady?”

“You are…”

“I am Montague Gurung formerly of 4 th Prince of Wales's Own Gurkha Rifles” he stated “I understand your problem and though what I do, could be considered treason, it is a greater crime that my birth country is ruled by a white woman from this country!”

A sailor looked down on Montague “Aye, whad joo say bout er majesty yoo darky?”

Montague shot up from the table, grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him back onto the table “I said, you fish smelling dullard; my birth country is ruled by a white woman from this country! Are you deaf and simple?” The man struggled but Montague kept his arm pressed tight across his throat “And does somehow the slight tinge of brown in my complexion make me any less English than you, you Welsh bastard!?”

“Release him!” ordered Eugénie “Now!”

Montague scowled at her and then back at the sailor “You are very lucky. If you wish to continue this I shall wait outside but know this,” He tapped the handle of an ornate blade at his hip “I am a gurkha! Once my blade is drawn, it must taste blood before it is sheathed again” Montague stood and threw the man to the floor before taking his seat “How can I help?”

Eugénie was a bit flustered by the commotion but soon regained her composure “Across the Empire, there are stories of brigands who work for pay. I wish you to recruit some men to protect my son when he travels to Africa late next year”

“Just wave your purse her” smiled Montague

“No, no English” said Eugénie as she took the brandy that was handed to her “They are untrustworthy in matters such as this, present company excused”

Montague laughed “Well I’m only half English; who did you have in mind?”

Eugénie spread out on the table four pieces of paper. Montague whistled “America, France, China, Australia! This will cost you”

Eugénie tossed a bag onto the table and slowly stood “In there is enough gold to start a small war monsieur Gurung. Use it wisely to hire those who will protect my son”

“What if I take this and run off?” asked Montague

“Then I will shoot you in face!” stated Eugénie as she revealed a derringer from her purse and pointed at him “I hired you because you are a gurkha monsieur Gurung, don’t let me down. Au revoir!”

**

Dear Louis;

I hope this letter finds you well. Reports have come in from Africa that over two thousand troops have been killed by the savages at a god forsaken place called Isandlwana, the area where our benefactor has sent you! I do honestly believe she is engineering your murder by hiding it in a war!

In regards to your bodyguard; they are the best money can buy and they are experts in their fields. They may lack class and breeding but I hired a bodyguard and not an entourage to amuse you.

Beatrice pines for you, much to her mothers chagrin.

Your mother

Empress Consort of the French, Eugénie de Montijo

To be continued

#2 Posted by primepower53 (5686 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: I like this, man.

Your writing has definitely improved since I last checked out your work.

Well done.

#3 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@primepower53: Thanks man

Let's see if and when you get a chance you too and

#4 Posted by CapFanboy (5359 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74 said:

@primepower53: Thanks man

Let's see if and when you get a chance you too and

The title alone makes me feel at home.

#5 Posted by mrdecepticonleader (18599 posts) - - Show Bio

@CapFanboy said:

@batkevin74 said:

@primepower53: Thanks man

Let's see if and when you get a chance you too and

The title alone makes me feel at home.

Ha ha

#6 Posted by knightofthechronicle (710 posts) - - Show Bio

This was great, I can't wait to read the next chapter.

#7 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1714 posts) - - Show Bio

The run of semi-historical stories continues! Well done, a similar feel to League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

#8 Posted by joshmightbe (25009 posts) - - Show Bio

I like this, little bit of League of Extraordinary Gentlemen vibe here

#9 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@CapFanboy: So you liked it then?

@mrdecepticonleader: I'm guessing you did too?

@knightofthechronicle: Thanks, will let you know

@4donkeyjohnson: & @joshmightbe: Yeah it has that LOEG feel which I was trying for but hoping to stay away from the FILM version :) It's a historical league of sorts

and if you get a moment have a look over this, please

#10 Posted by InnerVenom123 (29510 posts) - - Show Bio

Very well written.

#11 Posted by joshmightbe (25009 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: Yea, I was referring to the LoEG comic not the movie

#12 Posted by mrdecepticonleader (18599 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74:Liked it? Yes.

#13 Posted by feebadger (1445 posts) - - Show Bio

I like it. It errs a little too closely to LOEG but i do like it. Great character choices, though i'm curious to see how your characterisations develop, especially in regards to Kelly and Holliday. Two things i musty point out; I don't know if the HEEEEEE-YAAAAA was meant to be satirical, but if not, i find it slightly clunky and a little silly. And secondly, if the sailor is Welsh, then i don't know why he speaks like “Aye, whad joo say bout er majesty yoo darky?” Perhaps a Welshman with massive head injuries? ;P

#14 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1714 posts) - - Show Bio

@feebadger said:

And secondly, if the sailor is Welsh, then i don't know why he speaks like “Aye, whad joo say bout er majesty yoo darky?”

Have you met a Welsh person? :)

#15 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@InnerVenom123: Thanks :)

@feebadger: Well the hee-yaaa was, well him channeling his chi to break the chair. I could've gone 'Keee-ya!" but I wanted something that would shock all the white guys in the room essentially. As for the Welsh guy, well I just tried phonetic speak mixed with sailor intelligence and got “Aye, whad joo say..." I knew a Welsh guy and they have a sing-songy quality to their speech, like the Irish like when they say Jones its like Joe-nnnes, that was what I was trying for.

@4donkeyjohnson: Thanks for the back up :)

Trying for the book, the movie whilst Sean Connery was good, even he couldn't save that film. That film made him retire from acting!

if and when you get a chance, let me know

#16 Posted by ekrolo (436 posts) - - Show Bio

This was certainly something very different from the typical CV fan fiction, kind of reminds of Assassins Creed. Its based in real history but sort of does its own thing with it and it has me very intrigued.

#17 Posted by Yai_Inn (352 posts) - - Show Bio

I liked it. Only concern I had was the card game. If Louis has 4 10's, how then does Muk have a royal flush?

#18 Posted by joshmightbe (25009 posts) - - Show Bio

@Yai_Inn: Wild card in play

#19 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@ekrolo: Thanks, its fun & hard blending fiction to actual facts...faction :)

@Yai_Inn: See I have no idea how poker actually works, maybe...probably Muk was cheating, more than likely Doc was. I may edit that to 9's. Thanks for the tip

@joshmightbe: Could be, I just looked up which hand beats which hand...minor edit otherwise I can see Doc shooting Muk for cheating, or the other way round

Hey and if you get time in your busy schedules, could you cast a discerning eye over this for me?

#20 Posted by TommytheHitman (3390 posts) - - Show Bio

Yeah I really enjoyed it I also agree with it did remind me a bit of Assassin's Creed I also liked how the characters interacted with each other and I look forward to the next part!

#21 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@TommytheHitman: I may have to play this Assassin's Creed (know of the game just not a gamer, nor have time to honestly) thanks for the feedback

#22 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1714 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: It's good, high concept game you could knock it over in two days if you put your mind to it

#23 Posted by gumflabica (2388 posts) - - Show Bio

i actually really liked this! good job.

#24 Posted by joshmightbe (25009 posts) - - Show Bio

@gumflabica: Check out some of his other stuff he's actually a really good writer.

#25 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@joshmightbe said:

@gumflabica: Check out some of his other stuff he's actually a really good writer.

Listen to the man , josh speaks much truth (and thanks for the glowing endorsement dude!)

#26 Posted by BumpyBoo (10445 posts) - - Show Bio

@feebadger said:

And secondly, if the sailor is Welsh, then i don't know why he speaks like “Aye, whad joo say bout er majesty yoo darky?” Perhaps a Welshman with massive head injuries? ;P

Just saw this now but....yes, that is an excellent point. Also, read the follow up question "Have you ever met a Welsh person?" and just about died laughing XD

Oh sorry, what I meant to say was....um....I love sheep, boyo, isn't it? XD Yeah, something like that. O_O

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#27 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@bumpyboo: Thanks for the read.

As for the Welsh guy, it was just phonetic from what I remembered of a Welsh guy I worked with... seems everyone likes the Welsh random in my bar. Next chapter I'll throw in a phonetic Scotsman to see if he gets the same reaction :)

#28 Posted by 4donkeyjohnson (1714 posts) - - Show Bio

bumped

#29 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

Bumped so I can get my head back into this....

#30 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

Bumped coz I wrote a short part 2

#31 Posted by ImpurestCheese (5737 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: Very interesting. Like the historic aspects as well as the scheming and conniving (scheniving?) the two royals are up to as well as your crack team of historical bandits. Kudos to you and I'll Raft on over too Issue 2. Hope I don't hit any whitewater on the way. :-)

#32 Edited by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@impurestcheese: Crack team of historical bandits...that's a title for a book! :)

#33 Posted by ImpurestCheese (5737 posts) - - Show Bio
#34 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

bumped

#35 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

And bumped @dngn4774 coz...well I wanted too and you only get two bumps in a row

#36 Posted by dngn4774 (3377 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: Sorry man, I tried but I just can't really get into this period of Britannic History.

#37 Posted by batkevin74 (11130 posts) - - Show Bio

@dngn4774: Not a problem at all. Everyone likes different things and not everything is too everyones tastes. Which is why we have Twilight, Glee and Islam :)

#38 Posted by dngn4774 (3377 posts) - - Show Bio

@dngn4774: Not a problem at all. Everyone likes different things and not everything is too everyones tastes. Which is why we have Twilight, Glee and Islam :)

Come on! Islam's not that bad. :)

#39 Edited by The Impersonator (5585 posts) - - Show Bio

@batkevin74: A League of Extraordinary B@$t@rd$. Now, that's a movie I wanted to watch. =P

There's a movie called Inglorious B@$t@rd$ by Tarantino. A good movie, by the way.

A well-written story. But don't you think you have to censor the word of the title? It may not be a big deal. Just saying.

Will be reading part 2. I think I've noticed it while browsing through fics. :)