Authors Note: As mentioned, this is a crossover between Wild Arms ACf, and Wild Arms 3. It has a little bit of everything. Action, adventure, suspense, humor, romance, and more shenanigans than you can shake a stick at. What else would you expect from Jack and Gallows being in a room together with Hanpan wisecracking at both of them? Pairings: Jack/Elmina (Rose), Clive/Catherine, eventual Rudy/Cecilia, eventual Jet/Virginia. Wild Arms belongs to Sony and Media Vision

Edits: 12/21: Fixing some formatting flubs that I forget this site does not like


In a remote mountainous land of Southern Filgaia, a small castle sat nestled in to the rocky landscape. The inner most parts of which had been transformed in to an elaborate laboratory. A demon scientist stood in front of a large bank of consoles, his arms crossed over his chest, intently watching a series of numbers and symbols scroll across the screens. Crimson and black armored plating adorned his body; his face obscured by a crimson visor. Behind him on the far side of the room, a mechanical door slid open. A tall, muscular woman entered. She wore knee high leather boots; a white, once piece skirted outfit, which parted in the front, revealing a pair of dark brown shorts, along with a matching leather corset fastened around her torso. In a holster slung across her right hip was a large, pistol type ARM. Her long, fiery orange colored hair, tied up in a high ponytail, swayed behind her as she swiftly crossed the room, walking towards him. She approached the scientist, coming to a stop behind him, and slightly bowed her head to him.

"Virgil, Sir." She said as she addressed him.

Virgil continued to stare intently at the screens in front of him. "Vivian." He spoke, not taking his eyes of the screen. His voice dark and intimidating. "It has been nearly two years to the day. Just as predicted, our Lord is almost ready to emerge from his incubation chamber. How long we have waited for this day to come and to finally be with our leader once again."

"Indeed." Vivian responded with a slight nod. "Though I am rather surprised that Sybil was able to sustain him non stop like she has. Clearly I was wrong to underestimate her. A solid two years in deep meditation-".

Virgil spun around to face her, clutching his fist in front of her. "Don't ever underestimate the powers of a demon psychic." he spat, sharply reprimanding her. "What Sybil may lack in physical strength, she greatly compensates for in her mental prowess. And when enhanced by the empathite pillars, her powers are almost limitless. She could easily kill the likes of you effortlessly and at will."

Vivian bowed to him. "My apologies, Sir."

"Go now, and gather the others. We must begin making final preparations for his emergence." Virgil ordered her.

"Very well, Sir." She bowed her head once more, before turning and leaving the room without hesitance.

"Soon." Virgil spoke out loud to himself. "The demon race shall rise again and squash every bit of human and Guardian existence out of this planet. Then we shall finally have a home to rule as our own. Just like you hoped to see, Lord Alhazad."


Cecilia opened her eyes and sat up. She was surprised to find herself not in her bedroom, but instead enveloped in darkness. A bright, white-blue orb of light appeared hovering before her.

Huh… Am I dreaming? She thought as she stood up and approached the floating light.

"Shaman Cecilia." The collective voices of the Guardians called out to her, the orb flickering as they spoke. "Once more a great darkness threatens Filgaia. You must make haste and join with your two warriors, uniting once more for the sake of the planet. However, your might alone will not be enough this time."

Cecilia nodded. "I understand. Do you wish for me to gather Jane, and the others as well?"

"While they, too, possess great powers, their powers still are not enough. Reaching across time and space, we have sought the help of another team of warriors, whom are familiar with the metal demons and possess strengths on par with that of your and your warriors."

Surprised, Cecilia's eyes widened. "Help from people of another time and space? How is that even possible?" She asked.

"There are many things that are possible, which are far beyond the realm of human comprehension, young shaman. Do you doubt this?"

"I do not." Cecilia responded, shaking her head.

"Go forth now. Gather your warriors, and bring them to the temple of Dan Dairam. Hurry shaman, once again the fate of Filgaia is resting upon your shoulders." The guardians voices faded away and the orb of light in front of her disappeared in a bright flash.

Cecilia blinked a couple of times as the darkness faded away. She looked around at the familiar sight of her bedroom in Adlehyde Castle. The warm morning sunlight flooded in through her open windows, as a soft early summer breeze gently wafted the curtains. A symphony of chirping birds echoed through the trees outside in the courtyard. She slid out from under the covers of her bed, and quickly padded across her bedroom, over to the adjoining washroom. Once she finished her morning routine, she hurried over to her large, wooden wardrobe. She riffled through her assortment of elegant, finely crafted gowns and dresses, before pulling out her royal blue traveling outfit and tan leather boots, which she kept safely tucked away in the back of the wardrobe. Standing in the middle of her room, she quickly stripped herself of her nightgown, and changed in to her outfit before her chambermaid arrived. Her clothes seemed to fit a little more snugly in a few places than she last remembered. Perhaps she had grown more than she had realized since she last donned them several months ago. After some adjustments to the waist belt, and the bindings on her blouse, she had it back to a perfect fit. She slid open a small drawer in the bottom of the wardrobe and removed her red favorite red headband. She slipped it in to her now shoulder blade length flaxen blonde hair. Before leaving her room, she gave her appearance a final once over in her full length mirror. As she walked down the long corridor of the castle towards the opposite wing where the guest bedrooms were located, she brushed right past Ozma, her personal guard, completely unaware of his presence.

"Good morning ,Your Highness." He greeted her with a bow as she hurried passed him.

Cecilia halted in her tracks, her feet practically skidding on the grey stone floor. She turned around, and headed back to the middle-aged knight, fully clad in shining white armor. "Good morning Ozma. Do you know if Rudy has returned from the excavation yet?" She asked him.

Ozma shook his head. "I have not seen him at all, and I have been here all morning, Your Highness. Was he due back soon?"

Cecilia nodded. "They were supposed to have been back by now. I need to speak with him right away. I am going to head in to town and check in with Professor Emma to see if she knows anything. Please inform Uncle Johan of my whereabouts if he comes looking for me. And if you see Rudy before I get back, please tell him to come find me." She instructed.

"Very well, Your Highness." Ozma bowed to her.

"Thank you Ozma!" Cecilia called back as she walked away, changing her direction towards the stairwell.

Outside, the bustling cobblestone streets of downtown Adlehyde were busy as always. All around her, townspeople and street vendors bowed their head to her as they called out their greetings and well wishes. Cecilia smiled and waved back, trying to acknowledge as many as she could as she quickly wove her way through the crowds to Professor Emma's workshop. She entered the large wooden house and looked around the main room. Usually The Professor's assistant and some of her workers could be found there. But today it was empty. "Professor Emma?!" Cecilia called out.

"Down here!" Prof. Emma's voice echoed up the stairwell.

Cecilia made her way down the stairs that led in to Prof. Emma's private work room. There, she found the green haired engineer sitting at her table with some sort of magnifying contraption strapped to her head. Her well practiced hands carefully used a small screw driver to make adjustments to a large piece of machinery laid out on the table before her. She lifted the magnifying glass out from in front of her face and looked up at Cecilia. "What can I help you with, Cecilia?" She asked.

"I am sorry to bother you, Professor," Cecilia bowed. "but has Rudy or anyone else from the excavation returned yet?"

Prof. Emma shook her head. "No. I haven't heard anything from them since my assistant radioed me last night. He told me that they had been delayed again, but that they were planning to return some time today. Why? Is something the matter? You looked worried. And I see that you are in your traveling clothes." She noticed as she eyed Cecilia up and down.

"Well, I am not sure yet what exactly is going on." Cecilia sighed, as she turned to the side, leaning her back against the stair rail, and clasping her hands together in front of her. "This morning I was contacted by the Guardians with an ominous message. So I need to speak with Rudy about it as soon as possible."

"Did you want to try and see if you can reach him on the radio?" Prof. Emma offered.

"Thank you, but I can wait until he is back. I would hate to interrupt him if he is working."

"I see…" Prof. Emma responded, furrowing her brows together as she thought. "Well, I will send him to you the moment he gets back, alright?"

"Thank you, Professor. I am going to head back to the castle and wait for him." Cecilia said as she bowed towards Prof. Emma. She then turned and started heading back up the stairs.

"Let me know if I can offer you my assistance at any time. You know that I am always here for you guys." Prof. Emma called after her.

Cecilia peered back around the corner at her. "Thank you. It is appreciated." She said before she disappeared back up the stairs.


Gallows woke up in his bed, sprawled out on his stomach; his pillow covered in drool. "Ugh what the hell kind of dream was that?" He mumbled to himself as she groggily sat up and wiped at his face. He looked around and noticed that the large clay hut was empty. Must have slept in again. He thought as he stretched and yawned. I thought this dream vision stuff was supposed to be Shane's department. Guess I should go and ask him about it. Fighting off his drowse, he willed himself to get up and readied himself for the day. Fastening his ARM in its holster around his waist, he made his way out of the family hut, squinting in the bright sunlight that greeted him as he shielded his hand over his eyes. Most of the villagers had already finished their morning prayer and had set themselves about their days work. Yawning once more, he sauntered over to the cave which housed the town altar. Inside its cool darkness, a few villagers remained on their knees, finishing up their prayer. At the head of the altar knelt his younger brother Shane, and grandmother Halle, their heads bowed and their arms crossed in front of them.

Halle cracked open one of her eyes upon hearing Gallows' heavy footsteps approaching from behind her. "Sleeping through morning prayer again I see." She croaked under her breath.

"Yeah, yeah…" Gallows grumbled as he knelt down on the other side of Shane, who remained quiet and motionless, focused on his meditation. Gallows folded his arms and mentally said a quick prayer to the Guardians before speaking again. "Okay I am done. So can we talk now? I reeeaaally need to tell you guys something." His voiced echoed off the walls of the cave as he looked over at the two of them.

Behind them, one of the elderly villagers loudly cleared her voice in annoyance. Beside him both Halle and Shane were giving him sidelong glares.

"Brother, we need to wait until we are out of the altar first!" Shane hissed at him.

'Well hurry it up then." Gallows quietly shot back.

"Both of you hush it or I will knock your heads together." Halle sternly reprimanded her grandsons in an intimidating, yet quiet tone, one which she had perfected over years of scolding the two of them.

Pretending to remain in prayer, Gallows waited impatiently for them to finish. Once Shane and Halle were done, the trio got up to their feet, Shane assisting his grandmother, and they made their way back out in to the village.

Once outside, Halle turned to face Gallows. "Okay numbskull. What was all of that about?" She demanded.

"Well… you know how you had those dream visions, Shane?" Gallows asked as he faced his younger brother. Shane nodded in response. "Ummm… I kinda think I had one." He said uncertainly, scratching at the back of his head.

Shane immediately perked up. "Really?! What was it about?" He questioned him excitedly.

"It was the Guardians. They were telling me that I need to gather Virginia and the others and head over to Infinitum. But it was really bizarre. They said that we needed to travel to some alternate past and help in order to preserve our own future." He explained as he cocked his eyebrows.

'Hmmm." Shane thought out loud, bringing his finger to his lips. "An alternate past? Is such a thing even possible?"

Halle Shrugged. "I guess the only way to find out is to do what the guardians ask, go get your friends, and hope that you don't end up trapped in another dimension."

Gallows furrowed his eyebrows at her. "Trapped in another dimension? What are you talking about? Are you finally goin' senile?"

"Are you so short sighted that you honestly think things are as black and white as they appear on the surface?" Halle chided him.

"Uh are you goin' blind too old lady? Because the world is full of color to me." Gallows teased her as a mocking grin spread across his face.

"Don't be a smartass!" Halle scolded him as she swung her staff at Gallows, knocking him on the side of the head. Shane snorted in to his hands, doing his best not to laugh out loud. The old woman continued her lecture. "Clearly you have learned very little from everything you have experienced over these past several years. The Guardians are the collective thoughts of the planet that live on a different plane of existence. They are not something tangible that walk among us. That is why we have the mediums. They are the Guardians gateway in to our world. So does it really surprise you that the Guardians can transcend space and time? That there are things out there that we may never comprehend?"

"I knew all of that," Gallows frowned, rubbing the sore spot on his head. "I have been to another dimension before when we fought that crazy dream demon, remember? I just didn't think something would ever happen where the Guardians would physically teleport us to an entirely different time plane. But yeah I guess I just hafta go and find out for myself, huh?"

"Indeed." Halle nodded. "And if the guardians were desperate enough to come to you of all people, then it must be urgent."

"That's not very nice Granny. I've come a pretty far way these past couple of years!" Gallows scoffed at her.

"You and I must have very different definitions of 'far', then. You should have been able to become a full fledged priest by now. Not still be an apprentice at the age of 26. Now if you will excuse me, I am late for my morning tea with Judy. Come and say goodbye before you go." With that she left him and Shane standing there as she started walking towards her friends hut on the other side of the Baskar colony.

"So are you going to leave right away then?" Shane pouted as he looked up at his older brother.

"Yeah I am, no sense in waitin' around for trouble to come find me. Guess I better go pack then." Gallows sighed as he started walking back towards his family's clay hut.

Shane followed along with Gallows, falling in to step beside him. "Doesn't any of this scare you? Even a little bit?"

Gallows shrugged. "A little. It is hard not to be a little anxious before the start of any mission. But I just hafta have faith in my skills, my companions, and in the Guardians; hoping that I will get to come home at the end of the day, no matter where things take me. Plus I know that you'll be praying for our safety."

"I will." Shane glanced up at Gallows as they entered the hut. "I just wish there was more I could do sometimes to take some of the burden off you."

"Eh." Gallows grunted as he got down on his knees next to his cot and dug around underneath it for his traveling pack. "I wouldn't really call it a burden. I just do what has to be done. But don't sell yourself short. Knowing that you are here to take care of Granny is a big help, especially now. She is what, going on 200 or something? You can't leave the old and senile alone for too long." Gallows winked as he pulled out a fringed, saffron colored linen satchel and shook it off a few times, clearing his throat from the plume of dust sent flying in to the air.

Shane laughed at his brother's joke. "It is always so boring around here with you gone. I Hope you aren't away for long this time." He said as he watched Gallows pull himself up to his feet.

"Hopefully. Unless I get trapped in another dimension or something like Granny said. But you take good care of her, ok Shane?" Gallows gave him a rather serious look as the two of them quickly gathered up supplies for Gallows' trip.

"I will." Shane promised. Gallows finished shoving a sack full of healing items in to his satchel, and buttoned it closed. He grabbed his bedroll and canteen from under his cot, slipping the canteen strap over himself and buckling the bedroll to his satchel. The two of them then left the hut together. Gallows quickly stopped by the well to fill his canteen before heading to Judy's to bid his grandma farewell. Afterward, Shane walked with him as far as the town gate. Gallows quickly gave Shane a brotherly hug, before pulling the teleport orb out of his pocket and warping to Boot Hill to meet up with Virginia.


Authors Note: Hey! Look who is back from a, what, four year hiatus? This enormous endeavor, one of which I am hoping you enjoy diving head long in to with me, was originally conceived by my silly little teenage self some 13 years ago after playing Wild Arms 3 and thinking, "Damn, those two would make a great crossover." And then I played Alter Code and thought, "Damn, now that would make an even better one!" It only took me half a life time to get to it. Originally it started as WA1/WA3, but I felt that ACF better suited the feel I was going for, but some parts here and there do pay homage to what I originally wrote in my notebooks while pretending to pay attention in class. I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to review. They are good for the soul. :)