Rendezvous with the Future
|This is a crossover story that
includes characters from Zorro and Lost in Space.
BTW- You realized, of course, that I conjectured a future wedding for our hero, else wise, our intrepid Zorro would have no descendants, at least direct ones. LOL. I have heard that some of you have taken care of that problem. BTW It has been many years since I have seen more than a snippet of LIS, so any mistakes are due to faulty memory. Of course, I changed the date for LIS, due to many moons passing since the show did. (1998)
A note from the Author:
13 September, 1998, with some minor corrections made 8 April, 2002.
Zorro opened his eyes and saw an unnatural
light coming from the ceiling above him. Jumping to his feet, he
observed that there were no lanterns or candles anywhere, only the
soft light that seemed to emanate from above his head. The room was
obviously a bedroom of sorts, with a bed similar to the one he was
used to, but it had very little else in the way of furniture. A small,
plain wardrobe stood in one corner and a contrivance, looking like
some kind of washstand stood in another. There were a few pictures on
three of the walls, reflecting scenes somewhat familiar. The strangest
feature, though, was a vast opaque window, which covered one whole
side of the room. His sword was still at his side, so he used it to
gently prod at the strange window in front of him before he touched it
with his gloved hand, and although it was not clear, it did seem to be
some kind of glass. Sheathing his blade, Zorro sat down on the bed,
and pondered how he ended up in this unfamiliar room.
He remembered he had been returning home
from capturing a bandit that had been terrorizing the area for several
days, robbing couriers and rich travelers on the El Camino Real.
It had taken some time to trail the bandit after his last robbery and
by the time Zorro had taken the prisoner to the cuartel and
left him with Sgt. Garcia, it had been approaching midnight.
He recalled a great, strange, all consuming light coming from
above him. It was blinding, piercing even through closed eyelids! At
the moment he didnít even have time to conjecture if it was a
heavenly light or hell-sent, although now, in his present
circumstance, he was beginning to think it was probably the latter.
Tornado had begun screaming and bucking in fear. And then there was a
loud high-pitched whistling sound.
The stallion went berserk and before he
knew it, Zorro was on the ground in a daze, blinded by the terrible
light. And that was the last thing he could remember until waking up
in this strange room.
Zorro searched completely around the room,
puzzled that there was no door. Well acquainted with secret passages,
he was thorough in his search, but could find no way out. "Buenos
tardes, is there anyone who can hear me?" he called.
Receiving no answer, the outlaw lay down, totally confused and for
once not having any idea what to do.
In a nearby room, two other prisoners were
pondering their situation. They were only children, snatched from
their family on a planet a long way from their real home. "Will,
how are we going to get out of this?" the dark haired girl asked,
her large, expressive eyes brimming with unshed tears.
Even though she was older, the girl looked to her younger
brother for the answers to their problems.
This kidnapping had been especially hard for her.
"Penny, if I could only get to the
navigational computer, I think I could put in the coordinates to get
us back to the Jupiter II," Will Robinson explained. His hair was
flame red and his face sprinkled with many freckles. "You
remember when we were first caught and Riboxis was yelling at the
whole bunch of us. I was near the helm and was able to read the
printout of the coordinates of the planet we were captured on. I
remember them and all I have to do is feed them in to get the course.
And even if I couldnít do that, I think I could put in a distress
signal that Dad might be able to pick up. But we havenít been able
to get anywhere near the command deck or the central computer,"
he added in frustration.
"Maybe one of the other prisoners
could help us," Penny Robinson suggested, lamely, with a touch of
hope in her voice.
"But so far all of the other
prisoners have been captured from underdeveloped planets, where the
technology is far below ours or Riboxisí."
Will sighed. "Oh, well, I suppose we should go take dinner
to the newest member of this little zoo. Come on."
This was the part of their imprisonment
that they liked the least, having to care for the poor scared souls
who had been snatched from their homes. He and Penny knew about space
ships, space travel and modern technology, but most of these other
unfortunates thought they had been thrown into some kind of hell or
witchesí den. Sometimes in their fright, the prisoners had tried to
attack Penny and Will, but the childrenís special key card would not
allow any prisoner closer than three feet from the children if an
Will walked to the door and looked up at
the monitor. A tall man, dressed completely in black, lay calmly on
the bed, staring at the ceiling, his face a study of intense
concentration. A black hat lay on his chest, a weapon that appeared to
be a sword rested along his left hip and his gloved hands were clasped
behind his head, which was partially covered with a bandana and a
mask. That last fact shocked Will. Had Riboxis captured some kind of
They were protected at any rate, so Will
slid his key card into the slot and watched as the door hissed open.
Several things happened at once. The man who had been lying on the bed
when Will had looked on the monitor was instantly on his feet with the
sword out and postured in a fighting stance. But he didnít approach
them and when he saw they were children he placed the weapon back in
its sheath and straightened up.
"Will, he has a mask on," Penny
whispered, a bit fearful of the tall, black clad man, who seemed so
quick to fight. Will was looking at the man intently as though he
reminded him of someone he knew.
There was something vaguely familiar with him, something that
reminded him of someone else.
"We have something for you to eat,
sir," Will told him politely, and then waited the few seconds it
took for the translator to kick in. When it did, Will did a double
take. The language sounded very much like Spanish. The prisoner did a
double take, too, seemingly confused that the voice was coming from
"Were you speaking English?" he
asked the children in their language. His English was accented and
stilted as though he spoke it very seldom, but still the children were
able to understand him without much problem. They both nodded and the
strange voice didnít come back out of the air. "Where am
I?" he asked them, bluntly.
"Youíre on a space ship, heading,
who knows where. We were captured, too," the boy answered.
"Where are you from?"
"I am from the Pueblo de Los
Angeles. I am called Zorro," he answered anticipating the
next question. "Are we alone or are we being heard?" Zorro
glanced at the ceiling again.
"Did you say Los Angeles?" Penny
asked incredulously. "Thatís on Earth."
"SŪ, it is in California, seŮorita."
Zorro smiled in relief. The
idea that there was someone who was familiar with his homeland was
somehow reassuring in this place that seemed so strange.
At this point, it didnít matter to him if they were Americanos
"This is going to sound silly, sir,
but what year is it?" Will asked Zorro. He still couldnít put
his finger on what made this man seem familiar.
"Why, 1820, muchacho,"
Zorro answered with a smile. "What year is it for you?"
"2009," Will decided he might as
well get the shock over with, although this prisoner seemed to be very
astute. The manís revelation was a bit of a shock to him, too. He
was unaware that Riboxis had the means to travel through time as well
"Well, children, I suppose that I
must be dreaming, hallucinating, in purgatory, or you have a lot to
explain to me. But I repeat, are we being heard by anyone else?"
Somehow Zorro had the idea that if there were people who could
kidnap him and put him in a room where the light came from seemingly
no concrete source, where doors appeared magically and children said
they were from the future, then it was possible for someone to be
listening. He remembered
the times when he had listened to others from spy holes in his own hacienda.
Will went over to the window and held the
card against the glass. It cleared to show the trio a veritable parade
of alien beings. "By the Saints!" Zorro declared and jumped
back a couple of paces in shock. "I believe I am in purgatory,
but what have I done to deserve this?" The outlaw couldnít
begin to describe the different beings that were watching on the other
side of the glass. Most had torsos, heads and limbs, but there the
similarity to anything human ended. Zorro realized that his hand was
resting on the hilt of his sword, but knew that it would be useless to
"No, sir, you were captured by an
alien named Riboxis, who seems to collect prisoners from all over the
galaxy for his zoo. Those are paying customers who have come to see
you and everybody else thatís here." Will laughed. "Iím
afraid you arenít giving them a good show, Mr. Zorro. I think
Riboxis likes to get prisoners from backward worlds because they will
rant and rave and try to fight."
"We have to leave, sir, but we will
think on what we have talked about," Will said cryptically.
"We really would like to learn a little Spanish," he added
and winked at Zorro. He and Penny left and the door slid shut.
The boy had forgotten to change the glass
back, although it wouldnít have mattered. All pretense to
privacy was now gone. Sighing, Zorro went ahead and tried the food,
turning his back on the nightmarish parade of creatures at the window.
It was sustenance; that was all. No tortillas, no chilies,
and no wine. It was all
very bland, he thought wryly to himself.