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Story: Knights Errant
Author: JJPOR
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 6325
Author's Summary: "So, what did happen to Brigadier Winifred Bambera and her other half Ancelyn? What happened to Bessie, for that matter? And how did UNIT become NuNIT? It's all connected, of course..."
Characters/Pairings: Ancelyn/Bambera, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Harriet Jones, Other Characters, Torchwood, UNIT, Bessie [she is too a character ;-)]
Warnings: Swearing

Recced because: Well... it's The One Where Bambera And Ancelyn Run Away In Bessie To Fight Dragons. *nods* That really ought to be a good recommendation by itself.

Let me elaborate. Brigadier Winifred Bambera - a tough, snarky black lady with incredibly butch hair - was the head of UNIT in the late 1980s, after Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart retired. In the Seventh Doctor story "Battlefield", she worked with Seven, Ace, and the Brig (ther Brig I should say *g*) to repel an invasion by Morgan leFay from an Arthurian alternate dimension. Also involved was an adorably dorky guy named Ancelyn, from the same alternate dimension, fighting on the Doctor's side; Ancelyn and "Brigadette" Bambera started up a wonderful scrappy romance.

This story is set ten years later, when Proper!UNIT is being broken up to make way for New!UNIT. It has... well. I think I'm actually going to do a snippet.

"It is a device of sorcery?" Ancelyn surmised, looking at the thing on the kitchen table. Sleep had proved impossible after a while. Now they were sitting here, Winifred in her pyjamas and Ancelyn in his ridiculous fluffy dressing gown, with mugs of tea and puzzled expressions.

"Your guess is as good as mine," she muttered, reaching out and carefully picking the object up. It looked like the sort of thing you’d expect a teenage heavy metal fan to be wearing, a chunky leather wristband with metal studs that were supposed to be the controls. In fact... "Looks like your sort of thing," she told Ancelyn. [Reccer's note: Ancelyn's Arthurian armor was futuristic technical stuff. In a Whovian way. *g*]

"I am to wear it?"

"Not according to this." She looked again at the crumpled sheet of lined A4 paper that had been in the glove compartment with the wristband. The curly handwriting was a little hard to decipher: "Take the Vortex Manipulator..." She held up the leather thing: "That must be this. Take the Vortex Manipulator and connect to the main navigation ganglion of Ancelyn’s armour as fig one." She pointed out a scrawled diagram in the margin of the sheet of paper. "That must be fig one."

"It does not look like a fig," Ancelyn accurately pointed out.

"No, it doesn’t." She looked at him. "Have you still got your old armour?"

Also it has Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. And Bessie, Three's little yellow car (which last appeared in "Battlefield"). And Excalibur. And... well, c'mon, it's hilarious. And it's by