OK New story, this is heavily AU but does contain our favourite wrestlers just in a different setting.

I am going out on a bit of a limb here so if you think it is rubbish then let me know but this idea has been bugging me for a while so I thought I might just knock out a chapter.

On we go, as ever I own nothing blah blah blah.

LEGACY (I know slightly unimaginative I'm rubbish at titles)

Captain Mickie James stood on the bridge of her shiny new ship and stared out over the blue ocean. It was quite for now, none of her crew had boarded yet and she was allowed a moment alone with her ship before she greeted her crew.

It was her first command, she had served under one of the most experienced Captain's in the Us Navy for two years and finally she had been given her own ship.

She was brand new, 500ft from bow to stern, sleek like a fighter jet and beautiful like an Arabian stallion. She had all the latest technology on board. Sonar infer red imaging, heat guided missiles and underwater eco location. She was state of the art and she was all Mickie's.

"Beauty isn't she." Mickie jumped at the voice of Admiral McMahon and she spun round to see him leaning in the doorway with a wide grin on his face.

"Yes she is, it's a shame we are only going to stretch her sea legs so to speak." Mickie said as she strode across the bridge and over to where the Admiral was waiting for her. They were due to take the ship on training exercises for one week in the Atlantic just of the coast of Florida, it was a test mission, locate and get Intel on fake planted drones which were well hidden out there in the deep and often dangerous Atlantic. A job Mickie could have done in her sleep.

"I know but we need to make sure not only is the ship working but the crew is right for the job." Admiral McMahon said as he walked though the corridors towards the open doors at the bow.

"You mean if her Captain is up to the job." Mickie said turning to the Admiral and giving him an icy stare. It was no secret that some of the personnel in the US Navy did not like women captaining their ships and Admiral McMahon was one of them.

"I didn't say that, maybe we should go meet some of your crew I think they are just about to board." He said taking Mickie by the elbow and leading her to the on ramp that came from the dock to the starboard side of the ship.

Mickie greeted the boarding crew one by one. Some of them she recognised from various meetings, others she had seen socially, but none of them she had previously served with before.

"And this is your first officer, Commander Randy Orton." The Admiral introduced the two officers as Randy stepped on board and took Mickie's hand.

"I have heard a lot about you Commander, I hope you can serve me as well as the other captains you have worked for." Mickie said shaking his hand firmly as she looked in to his bright blue eyes. She saw a spark of something there, but having just met him she was unsure of just how to read it.

"I am sure I can Captain." He said releasing her hand and throwing a bag over his shoulder disappeared into the ship.

Mickie turned to look at the Admiral and sighed. "Why Orton, I here he can be a bit of a trouble maker?" She said still glancing around for the one crew member she knew was coming and her only real ally on board.

"He is a good first officer and he has no agenda, he was offered his own ship and he turned it down, he said he didn't want the big chair just yet, he wanted this." He said and Mickie gave him a genuine smile as she saw Mr Debasie running up the ramp lugging a huge suit case behind him.

"Sorry I am late Captain had to grab some last minute supplies, then my dad caught me and you know what he is like when he gets going." Mickie could help but smile at her Tactical officer but she knew she had to stop his rant.

"Lieutenant Commander you're rambling." She said cutting him off mid stride and giving him a stern but smiling look.

"Sorry Captain, Admiral I better go get ready." He said as he dragged his bag onto the ship and left Mickie alone with the Admiral.

"She is all your Captain, bring her home in one piece and good luck." He said as he disembarked and the ramp was retracted.

"I will admiral." Mickie said as she closed the door and made her way down to the engine room.

Her chief engineer had been on board all day running a systems check, along with her staff. Mickie had met the hot headed woman before and she liked her, not only because she was a fabulous mechanic but she was funny and she enjoyed bossing the men around almost as much as Mickie herself did. Walking into the engine room everything was buzzing, the crew ran from station to station checking equipment and computers.

" Lieutenant Perez report." Mickie barked as she spotted her hunched over the drive shaft.

Melina Perez sprang up almost colliding with a support beam as she went.

"Damm it, sorry Captain. We are ready when you are." She replied as she ducked once more to check on her engines. The ship had a new special drive, the ship normally would travel at up to thirty not's, fast for a ship this size but when Mickie decided she wanted more speed a turbo could be called upon for short periods of time which meant they could travel as fast as forty not's in calm waters.

Heading back up to the bridge she decided it was time to get this boat moving and as she exited the lift the Ensign on the bridge called.

"Captain on the bridge." And she could help but swell with pride.

"At ease people, Lieutenant Rhodes set us on a heading West 6 by 36 degrees ahead quarter speed, lets take it nice slow to start with helms man." She said grinning at the young man at the controls and he turned to smile back at her.

"Aye Aye M'arm" he said pressing the controls and Mickie felt the engines roar to life the ship gave a slight shudder as the rudder turned the large ship away from the dock. As they hit the open water and the waves eased out the ship began to glide though the water and Mickie relaxed her muscles.

"Pretty successful launch if I do say so M'arm." Randy Orton said from his seat to her left as she stood to look out of the front view port at the wide open ocean before them.

"I will agree with that Commander. Lets give her a little work out shall we? Mr Rhodes up to half speed baring 36 by 45 head straight for the Florida peninsular." Mickie said sitting down in her chair as she heard the subtle change in the engine sound to indicate they had sped up.

"Pretty soft ride for a new girl." Ted Debasie said from his position at tactical earning him an approving glance from his Capitan.

"Indeed Debasie I think we have found ourselves a keeper here." Mickie replied as she could here the crew whispering and examining everything.

Yes the Legacy was indeed a fine ship and Mickie was in love.

"Approaching our first set of co-ordinates Captain." Cody Rhodes said as he slowed the ship down waiting for his next orders. He loved this new ship, she was light handled well and it was a privilege to be the man at the helm, he had heard plenty about Captain James. Some said she was only where she was because of her father, others said she was a brilliant leader, he had decided to make up his own mind.

"Thank you Lieutenant. Take us down to one third speed and full sonar scan of the area." Mickie said standing up and going over to her Tactical officer. "Mr Debasie keep your eyes open for anything out of the ordinary, some of this equipment maybe booby trapped." She said giving him a quick wink as she went over to the ensign at the operations desk. "Ensign Morrison make sure you scan grid by grid I don't want to miss anything, I want to know if a barnacle has attached it's self to our hull, understand." She barked at the young man trying to keep the grin off her face as he sat up very straight in his chair and snapped out.

"Yes Captain."

Mickie turned on her heel to join Randy in the centre of the bridge as they both check on their own screens how the scans were progressing.

"You know, I think this ship will be wasted intelligence gathering, what's say we go blow up a few sunken Russian submarines while we are out here." The Commander said as Mickie raised an eye brow as the Commander broke out in a grin.

"I will pretend I never heard that Mr Orton." She said offering him a small smile back as a small beep from Ted's display sounded.

"M'arm, I'm not sure but I think there is a ship out there." He said as the image then disappeared.

"What do you mean think?" She said coming to look over his shoulder and staring at the blank display.

"The readings are funny one minutes it's there the next its gone." He said tapping some keys to enhance the sonar sensors.

"Could they be going in and out of range?" She said as again the other object appeared on screen for a second.

"Unlikely the image is too large." Ted replied as he switched to infer red scanners and increased their sensitivity.

"Lets see if we can't get closer anyway. Mr Rhodes ahead quarter speed nice and slow, I don't want to start a fight without knowing who I am fighting with." Mickie said as she came forward and looked out of the window but there was nothing out there.

Randy went to monitor Ted's displays as he watched the scanners showing nothing, then a flash, then another.

The whole ship jolted to the left tossing everyone who was standing up off their feet and causing bit of equipment to fall off the desks.

"Report! Have we been fired upon!" Mickie barked as everyone scramble back t6o their seats to find out what had happened.

"Negative must have been a rogue wave." Randy said getting to the operations station first and observing no damage.

"Captain to the engine room is everything ok down there." Mickie said finding the communications radio and hitting the button for main engineering.

"A little shook up but nothings broken Captain, what's going on up there?" Melina replied her voice sounded strained, but she was unhurt.

"We don't know yet, as soon as I do you will too." Mickie said placing the radio back as she looked up she followed six pairs of eyes out of the main window.

"Don't think we need our scanners anymore Captain." Ted said as Mickie looked at the battle cruiser looking back at them.

There was something odd about the ship, it was old in design, big heavy, and the guns were old fashioned 30 mag auto machine guns. The bridge was high above the decks and was all glass fronted. How they had gotten so close so quickly was beyond Mickie as she tried to shake off the fog in her brain and act.

"Scan their ship and open a radio channel I want to know what they are doing in American waters." She said striding into the centre of the bridge and ordering Cody for a full stop.

"This is Captain Mickie James of the US Legacy please identify yourselves." For a moment there was only static and Mickie glanced at Randy who had a frown on his face as she snapped her attention back to the window as they got a reply.

"Unknown vessel this is high commander Sambo and you are in our waters, what is your colour?" The mans voice was crisp and angry, Mickie did not recognise him or his ship, plus he had just said that they were in his waters. She knew that to be untrue unless the other ship was lost.

"Our colour is not important your co-operation is you are currently in US waters and we ask that you identify yourselves." Mickie said once more keeping her voice as calm as possible.

"Colour is the most important thing, and these are not American waters, the Cherokees have no waters, these waters belong to the united African nations, and I need to know your colour." Mickie cut off the audio and turned to Ted who was looking a bit confused at his charts.

"Well Lieutenant Commander?" Mickie said tapping her fingernails on her desk.

"The ship is similar in design to a world war 2 English battle ship. Steal hull limited torpedo capabilities hard to tell top speed but I would say 15 to 20 with a following wind. They are no match for us M'arm." Ted said as he watched the Captain pick the radio back up and paused for a second.

"Commander confirm our position."

"We are 20 degrees north 60 miles out of the Florida peninsular Captain." He said sure that their readings were accurate and checking them himself twice.

"Answer us or we will be forced to open fire." High Commander Sambo bellowed down the radio. "What is your colour?"

Mickie frowned and scrunched up her face. "Our colour is Caucasian, but it makes no different you are in our waters and you are either lost or." Before she could finish the booming voice came across the channel almost knocking Mickie off balance.

"You are white slaves, prepare to be boarded you insolent rebels." Then there was only silence.

"What in the world." Ted said as he looked from Mickie to Randy in confusion.

"Something weird is going on here." Randy said as he looked down at Mickie as she turned to Cody.

"Come about Mr Rhodes all ahead full."

"Captain?" He questioned knowing that their ship was capable of destroying the other vessel if necessary, but she was choosing to run.

"Some times discretion is the better part of valour Lieutenant. Now come about all ahead full. I am not firing on another ship when I don't even know who they are." She said sitting down heavily in her chair and watched as the other ship disappeared from there radar.

"They are getting away Commander shall we follow them?" The dark man said to his even darker Commander on board their ship as it watched the new strange vessel disappear over the horizon.

"No they cannot get far, it is an odd looking ship, fast I have never seen one like it before. Send me a prisoner I need to know what their rebel friends have come up with to out smart us this time." He chuckled as he stood up and breezed off the bridge and out in to the bowels of the ship.

Mickie had scanned and re scanned the area, everything was the same but no one was responding to their calls. Not the US Navy, not the USAF no one all they were getting was static, not even any other ships were replying and this was making Mickie extremely nervous.

"Look I know I am not exactly an expert on the paranormal or anything, but you do know that we were right on top of the Bermuda triangle when we suffered that strange rogue wave." Ted said finally as no one could come up with any explanation as to why they seem to be all alone all of a sudden. Mickie snapped her head in his direction and gave him a warning glare.

"I think that is enough speculation for one day don't you Mr Debasie." She said as Randy stood and came over to her position.

"You know it would explain a lot. We have no scans of other ships in the area, the infer red say there is also no planes in the sky, and that ship we met was hardly scared of us not to mention it practically popped up out of no where. Something is going on here Captain, and right now I am not going to rule anything out." Mickie couldn't believe what she was hearing these were trained professionals and they were talking about getting sucked into the Bermuda triangle.

"Look I admit there is something wrong but it is probably the equipment, it is new it hasn't been tested under these conditions and we have lost contact with main command, we have not slipped in to an episode of the twilight zone." Mickie said feeling slightly frustrated as another radio channel came up with only back ground static.

Switching to wide band Mickie broad cast her message once more.

"This is Captain Mickie James of the US Navel vessel Legacy to any US ships in the area please respond." At first there was a crackle then a noise.

"State your colour." The voice was softer than before but had a cautious tone to it.

"Not this again." Mickie said over her shoulder to no one in particular.

"Does it matter identify yourselves." She snapped back getting impatient.

"It matters state your colour." Mickie knew that there was only one way she was going to find out what was going on here and that was to play along, and if she had to fight.

"We are white."

"What and your on a wide receiving channel, if you get caught but the UAN you will be killed on site." He said this time they were not threatened and Mickie was relieved that she had gotten somewhere.

"Who are the UAN? And why would they want to kill us?" She asked keeping her voice soft as she realised she may be speaking to the rebels the other ship had spoken about.

"The UAN United African Nations, they who control everything, our very survival, whether we live or die and if you are worthy as slaves or as meat, how do you not know all this, have you just come from the moon or something?" The man asked more confusion and amusement in his voice now as he grew more confident.

"Not the moon no but I think we are from a long way away. Where are you I would like to meet you exchange information." Mickie said knowing she needed to know more before she could make a decision and these people at least seemed friendly.

"We shall come to you, please remain still we will be with you shortly, if you attempt to contact anyone else we shall not come." The man said and Mickie had to shrug her shoulders.

"Come on over, we will not move a muscle." Mickie said as the radio link was severed.

"Ok I admit it this is looking a bit weird now." Mickie said glancing at Ted who had a smug grin on his face.

"I suggest we try to confirm his story meet him see what he his like, then go back to our previous co-ordinates and try to find our way home." Mickie said sounding more confident than she felt.

"M'arm with all due respect it might not be that easy." Ted said as he waited for her head to nod and her eyes to soften in her approval.

"Only a few ships have ever been lost in the Bermuda triangle and none of them have ever come back."

Ok what did you think, I know its out there, but I would like your opinion, should I continue, obviously there will be plenty of adventures to be had in this upside down world and I already have a few ideas but I am open for suggestions, like it love it think it could do with some lighter fluid and a propane tank let me know.

Thank you for reading.