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Daytime, 13 Miller's Court, Dorset Street, Spitalfields, Whitechapel District, London, England, September 6, 1888

Author's Notes: Some of you Londoners and historians might recognize the address.

In a common lodgings dwelling in the high-crime area of Whitechapel District, Rear Admiral Jonathan Mel Smith walked into the basement room that was next to the boiler room where inside a woman practiced upon a Wing Chun Muk Jong, her hands and forearms striking the multi-limbed wooden training dummy to practice her Wing Chun Kung Fu. The sound of flesh hitting wood filled the air as he walked into the room, standing to one side to watch the woman, wearing a simple robe fastened by a cloth belt around the waist, practice moves with lightning-quick strikes, grabs, grapples, blocks, and parries that would have had the other person utterly defeated in seconds. He had a hard time following the series of blocks and blows, both arms in motion, almost like snakes against the two upper pegs, the middle peg, and then a lower one that he suspected that represented a leg. The woman struck and blocked with hands, forearms, elbows, shins, knees, and feet, and the grace in her movements were only belied by her speed.

Smith would feel sorry for whomever thought to mug her. They would regret it for the rest of their lives; all four seconds of it.

The clattering of the wood as it was struck, smacked, blocked, hit, and grabbed ceased at the dark-haired woman stopped, taking a step back as dark eyes cast over where he stood, the sweat on her brow and plastering strands of her shoulder length hair against her smooth skin a testament to her training regime. As Smith understood it, she practiced several hours a day. Every day.

"I'd be hard pressed to think of an individual in Europe who could come close to competing with you in any kind of martial or pugil-like ability." The Director told the woman as she moved over to a bowl filled with water and an accompanying pitcher and towel. She took the towel and dipped into the liquid before taking the pitcher and filling the jug with water before leaning her head over the bowl and pouring the water over her hair and head, letting the cascade of liquid sluice down her hair and face, running back into the bowl as the remains dripped down her face and hair. She then grabbed the wetted towel and dabbed it at the back of her neck before reaching into her robe and cleaning herself from within her own clothes, Smith politely ignoring it. So that was how she was able to get away with being in an army full of men, the Rear Admiral thought to himself. She hadn't been the only one to do such a thing, a few noted women in history having secreted themselves into fighting forces disguised as a man. Some weren't discovered, others had friends who covered for them.

The difference between those and the one standing before him was that this one had destroyed an army and had been honored by an Emperor. Amongst other things.

"There are those who have skill. I have seen boxers and street fighters since I've awoken." Hua Mulan spoke in a clipped Oriental accent as she picked up another towel, proceeding to dry her short, black hair. "Their way of fighting and their reasons for fighting may be different. But they take it with a level of seriousness that I recognize."

"Getting any sleep?" John asked softly. It had been six months since the woman hailed as the Dynasty Warrior had been… 'thawed'; she had been a statue in the British Museum for twenty years, and a statue in a forgotten temple for over four hundred. Seeing a statue come to life and return as a flesh-and-blood woman had been a rather interesting event, especially considering what she carried with her; two swords that were just as legendary as the woman herself.

"I slept for five centuries." Mulan replied, her tone not inviting any commentary. "I have been looking into that case you asked me to. That charming fellow who is butchering concubines." Ah, yes, that. "Tracking a man in a city, even a district, is much more difficult than it is in the field or over the plains. I fear that unless I am at the scene of the attack, I will not be of much help." Hua Mulan had been trained as an Army Scout, to foray ahead of the main force to find enemy positions, taking out their own scouts as well while reporting back movements, positions, composition, and weaponry. Considering that she had been facing a man almost a legendary as herself, Shan-Yu Khan, not to mention his witch-lover known as the Yù Wū Shī, precautions and strategies had been developed to counter the threat of the Mongolian invasion all those centuries ago. Smith had honestly put Hua on the Jack the Ripper case mostly to give her something to do, to get her out in the city and the world. Poor girl (and she really was, at only nineteen years of age) would have just shut herself in save for the necessities. He hadn't expected much when Mulan wasn't accustomed to the environment of a very modern London when she hadn't even known English six months prior.

"He'll make a mistake, and the London Metropolitan or the Scotland Yard will catch up to him." Smith walked towards the Chinese woman as she finished drying her hair and then began drying her face. "You should reconnect with your people, Hua. Enjoy what we have to offer. See the world, even." When Hua Mulan defeated Shan-Yu Khan in one-on-one combat, driving the man's own sword into his belly before lopping off his head with it, his lover had been in a rage and cast a spell on the Dynasty Warrior, turning her to stone. The woman who had taken her fathers' place in defending her Kingdom had never gotten the chance to go home.

"When we broke into the Emperor's Palace to rescue him and engage Shan-Yu and Yù Wū Shī," Mulan began, looking at the bowl in front of her, "my world was the army, my friends were my family, my home the battlefield. For four years I fought for my Dynasty and our glorious Emperor, knowing no other life." Her dark eyes looked troubled, haunted. "I wake up in a strange country filled with strange people who told me I won. They forgot what I had lost."

"It's the price of duty, I'm afraid." Smith said as he stood within arm's reach of the tiny Chinese woman as she finished drying her face, seeing her look at him. "Soldiers, sailors, men and women who take up that cause know that it could bring us all to a quick and terrible end. But who then if not for us? Where would we be if we didn't stand to fight for what we love against those who would take what they want?" That had the woman nod slowly as John reminded himself as to why he was there. "Speaking of those taking what they want, I'm afraid I'm going to need your help, Hua."

"Are you in need for me to track someone?" Mulan asked, placing the soiled town upon a chair as she faced the Director.

"I am." He had in his hands a leather folio with parchment detailing all that she needed to know and more.

"Trying to get me back into the world of the living again, I see." Ah, so she had figured out why he had put her on the Ripper case. She hadn't disapproved of it, at the least.

"Trying to save the world of the living again, I'm afraid." The Rear Admiral replied as he undid the leather cord that kept the leather flaps together as he opened it like a book before turning it about and handing it to the Oriental woman. She looked casually over until her dark eyes flashed upon the first piece of parchment that was made available in the binder, her face frozen as her eyes smoldered upon the black-and-white photograph and the subject of the picture. Notes upon it were scribbled by fountain pen where the picture had been attached to the piece of vellum, the photograph being able to be flipped up to read all the notes and discovery concerning the object that the Directorate of Intelligence and Supply, Nautical Enforcement Yard called Project: HELIOS.

"Shan-Yu's mystical weapon." Mulan breathed out as she took to the nearby chair with her hands on the portfolio, looking at the photograph that showed what looked to be a brass lamp of Persian origin. Smith knew that DJINN was old, though while he wasn't quite sure just how old. The legend said that even Alexander of Macedonia had known of the tale when he went eastward. That same legend spoke of a being, powerful and terrible, that hordes of men, magicians, mystics, and monsters had fought it to contain it in a prison, never to be released. No one (alive or in any ancient text) had any idea what was actually inside that lamp save that the survivors couldn't kill the being in question, and feared it so that they erased its name from existence for all eternity. It had appeared in history a few times, such has when it had been unburied in a cave by a thief somewhere in modern-day India a thousand years or more prior, as well as when it somehow got into the hands of Shan-Yu Khan back when the New World was being discovered. It had supposedly been lost on the same day Mulan decapitated the warlord and was turned to stone by the Jade Sorceress, only to disappear for centuries.

"A French soldier by the name of Pierre-François Bouchard discovered it in Rashid, Egypt in 1799, during the Napoleonic Campaign against the Ottoman Empire. Whatever thought about what he had captured it in 1801, the French, and especially Ol' Bonny, never knowing what they had." Smith explained, having known as much of the history of DJINN as possible. That such a powerful vessel had come to be in the hands of General Bonaparte had been the reason that Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson swept into Egypt to take on the French in the battle that earned him the title 'the Wolf of the Nile'. Of course, the Hornblower hadn't been alone in his fear when he discovered what Napoleon had found, and had called for some rather unusual aid in the form of a waterborne princess. "With technology improving every year and the ability to make power out of steam becoming more refined, we believed that DJINN could be used as a power source, not as a weapon. That's something that we as a Kingdom could use considering we are an island and surrounded by multiple navies." There was more to it than that, but it was as good an explanation without getting into every gritty detail. "It was stolen from us last night off the coast of Calais, France."

"By whom?" Mulan asked as she closed the portfolio, looking at him instead. Her spoken English was accented and decent, but reading English? Mandarin use a completely different alphabet, and likely it was lost on her.

"She calls herself Kida. She's… a little difficult to explain." Even the Admiralty had been skeptical when they had multiple reports spanning almost a century about the existence of Atlantis, the mythological lost continent that disappeared beneath the waves some five thousand years prior in a night of calamity and woe. Mulan had never even heard of the legend that they all had grown up with, never having Greek or Roman foundations in China. "There's a great deal we'll have to explain to you so you understand better what's going on if you're interested."

The Oriental woman merely looked away in thought, contemplating.

"I'm afraid that the world has gotten even more unbelievable than even you might consider." Smith told Hua, knowing full well the legend of the Dynasty Warrior, who was said to have tamed a dragon and ridden it to battle to defeat Shan-Yu's armies. He hadn't asked if that were true or not.

"I would be shocked if anything surprises me anymore." Mulan replied, turning to face him once more, her eyes troubled.

"Ten quid says I just might." John smiled, shocking the dark-eyed woman for a moment, and just for a brief moment, there was a smile there, a quirk of the lips that said that despite the troubles she had faced and the trials she had endured, the daughter who had taken the place of her father to fight for honor and country was still very much alive within her. "Take the portfolio and read it. I… had it translated into Mandarin in case you had trouble reading English. Look over it tonight." Mulan stood up, leather folio in hand. Smith turned to leave, but then thought of something.

"Is there anything you know of about DJINN that we should know?"

Hua Mulan looked to Smith's remaining eye, her own hard, flat, and unrevealing.

"Next time, bury it under a mountain."

It was near night when Hua Mulan finally returned to her rented single-room apartment, the sight of it having her heart ache at the memory of her home back in Chi Na, remembering a home constructed out of wood and love. This… flat, as the English called it, was made of the same materials but not for the same purpose. She had spent her day in two different places, her two most-visited locations. The first being London's 'Chinatown', where Oriental immigrants congregated over the past couple decades and turned a few block area into a sad representation of a home so far to her. Yet the sight of Mandarin, along with even other languages she had never heard of that came from the continent men called Asia was a bittersweet reminder of what she had fought for and yet lost. There were bakers, restaurants, and even training floors for kung fu, and the smells and the sound of her language was but a small taste of all she had lost.

She had also gone to the British Museum, which had ironically been her home for something like twenty years when the British decided that she was a piece of memorabilia that needed relocating. She shouldn't complain too badly; if she had remained in China, she would still be a stone statue left in a mostly-forgotten and dilapidated temple, her life and sacrifice now mere poetry and her statue only visited by rodents and critters. At least the British had her displayed public and her story known in a manner she found honorable for the British and the museums' visitors could look upon and wonder. As Mulan understood it, she had been a rather popular attraction, the woman soldier known as the Dynasty Warrior poised in battle, armed with two swords that couldn't be removed from her grasp, armored in full, and looking every inch the warrior she was. Brass plates telling her story (rather accurately) had described the highlights of her life to the amusement of the British, but as Hua understood it, there had been a Frenchwoman a few centuries prior that had been noted for liberating her country as well, someone name Sjone or Joan.

And it had been because a little boy who had tried to draw one of her swords, clambering on her display to touch the hilt of her fathers' sword (the little bastard!) that had broken the spell cast upon her by the Yù Wū Shī, turning stone to flesh much to the amazement of a few dozen visitors and not a few security guards. That had been a rather awkward day considering someone had to go find someone who knew both Mandarin and English for her to understand that she hadn't been kidnapped by strange folk with oddly-colored skin.

"Hey, Hua."

"Hello, Mary." Mulan turned to see her next door neighbor, a roughhouse woman who got a bit loud and violent when drinking by the name of Mary Kelly. She was of a pretty sort (for an Englishwoman), still possessing all of her teeth and a fleshy bosom that she liked to prop up and display. Mary seemed not to have a husband at twenty-five years of age (somehow spinster wasn't a thing anymore) or any children, and while she didn't seem to have a job, had a fair deal of men coming into her room next-door every night; a concubine, though there was a different word used. "I believe you have another note from your paramour. That painter with the muddy scenes." Modern art made no sense to Hua, though she liked going through the museum and looking at different portraits and paintings. They were like little windows where one could see places one had never been to, such as mountains, valleys, seas, and even cities. Mulan loved the Museum. Fitting, since she had been a part of it.

"Walt? How sweet of him." The concubine smiled, thankfully not reeking of liquor. The British had some odd traditions about morality rules. One was not allowed to kiss in public for some reason, though it seemed that the Whitechapel District (despite the name meaning 'clean' and 'church' according to a dictionary by Webster Hua had purchased) practically had the worst parts of London stuffed in it. One could find homeless people, men and women going at it in corners and alleyways, muggings, stabbings, drunks rolling about the stone streets, backalley fights, and plain murder. And they called her medieval? Her first night living in Whitechapel some low man pulled a knife on her and demanded money from her. She broke seventeen of his bones in ten seconds and left him laying on the ground. "Did you visit the Museum again?"

"I did." Mulan remembered the first time she mentioned visiting the British Museum that Mary Kelly, a born Irishwoman living in London itself, had never gone. "I am looking through the Egyptian displays. The pictures of the Great Pyramids of Giza were certainly something." She still had a hard time believing that structures could be built so tall. There were building in London that loomed straight up and down, and Mulan had to admit that looking up at them had her wonder if they swayed in the breeze like trees did. "So many cultural artifacts from so many places in the world. It truly is a wonder."

"That's because we're the best country in the world, 'gel." Mary said with a toothsome smile.

Hua Mulan decided not to disabuse the woman of her fantasy.

Author's Notes: Do you have any idea how hard it was to concoct a way of making Steve Rogers and Hua Mulan having the same premise? Lots of explaining to do.

DISNEY FACT: Hua Mulan is the only Disney Princess that is never royalty, either by birth or possible marriage. Her 'boyfriend', Li Sheng, isn't either nobility or royalty, but a Captain in the Dynast's army. She's also the first Disney Princess to be armed. The movie titles her first name as 'Fu', but historically, it's 'Hua'.

MARVEL FACT: The first female Avenger is Janet Van Dyne/The Wasp. She would actually lead the team for several years while dealing with Doctor Hank Pym's unbalanced mental issues and alcoholism.

REAL-LIFE FACT: Ming-Na Wen, the voice actress who does Mulan's speaking voice, portrays Mulan in the movie Mulan, Mulan II, the video game Kingdom Hearts II, the animated series Sophia the First, and finally Wreck-It Ralph 2: Ralph Breaks The Internet. She also portrays in two other Disney franchises: Melinda May in Agents of SHIELD, and Fennec Shand in The Mandalorian.

So, to explain the Dynasty Warrior.

I followed the script of the movie Mulan in which Shen-Yu (the bad guy) is invading China around the later 1400's instead of 600AD. But he has a sorceress companion in Yù Wū Shī, which is Mandarin for 'Jade Sorceress'. I also mention that Mulan is turned into a statue. This is taken from the legend of Sun Wokong, known as the Monkey King, who was imprisoned in stone for five hundred years. In the movie Forgotten Kingdom, the Jade Warlord cursed the Monkey King into a statue, though in legend Sun Wokong was buried in stone by the Buddha. I took a mixture of these to create how Mulan might be alive in 1888; she was turned to a statue after a vicious fight with Shen-Yu, in which she decapitated him. Then his girlfriend turned her into a statue. Later on, the British find her statue, discover that its an 'artifact' of the legendary Dynasty Warrior, and have it moved to the British Museum to display like so many artifacts. Then I did a Sword In The Stone movie where a young boy (Wart?) tries to pull one of her swords (one is her fathers, made from metal made from a meteor, and the other was Shen-Yu's, which is magical), and breaks the spell.

I have a rough outline known as The Dynasty Warrior: The First Marvel that explains Mulan joining the army, her fathers' sword (which is special), and the fight that accumulates with her beating Shen-Yu but being frozen in time by Yù Wū Shī.

The Muk Jong is a Kung Fu training dummy that one can see in Jackie Chan's Rumble In The Bronx, and probably a few dozen martial arts movies.

To come up with a Captain America name, I went for the name of a video game; Dynasty Warrior, in which there were about eight of them? It involved an awesome warrior plowing through crunchies like so much wheat. That's what I see Mulan doing. Plus it's a pretty totes awesome name. Making her a museum piece in the British Museum was just fun!

Since Captain America dealt with the Tesseract before, I had Mulan deal with the DJINN before, claiming it to be "Shen-Yu's mystical weapon". In my outline, Shen-Yu was trying not only be Emperor, but a God, too.

Pierre-François Bouchard is the man credited for finding the Rosetta Stone. I turned it's history into the magic lamps'.

I also mention what might be inside the DJINN; a possible God or God-like entity. You will see more of this later.

Director Smith put Mulan on the trail of Jack the Ripper? 1888 was the year of the infamous Whitechapel Murders, and actually the date is two days prior to the famous 'double event' where victims number three and four (Elizabeth Stride and Katherine Eddows) were murdered less than an hour apart, within blocks of one another.

And yes, Mary Kelly is victim number five, the most gruesome of the Rippers' victims. And Mulan is her next-door neighbor.

Forward to the Queen of Steam, the daughter of a crackpot inventor! Be sure to say bonjour when you see her, our most eccentric mademoiselle!