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But...nobody knows where I went...Nobody has ever heard of it...
------------------ ...When Soulblighter confronted the Trow, demanding their continued servitude, they replied,"Set iron to rest and choose you one from our number. Ask of his name and what he owes you."
But you said "Nobody Else" knew where you were, so Nobo Dy else came in and told everyone where you were.
------------------ (url="http://"http://pub29.ezboard.com/b20")Don't click here.(/url) Do radioactive cats have 18 half-lives? The Person who misspells "Voinian" knows not of the 50 gigaton nuke coming at their cranium.
Oh. Well, lemme rephrase that for you. BattleDoctor is the only one who has heard of the system/been there.
Captian LeGrenadier listens to tapeworms account of the fully circular ship, and concludes that everyone in the bar is going insane. I meen, where else in the universe would strange alien ships from the past just appear out of no where, stars threten to distroy the station, and at least 3 seprate ships called the event horizon get caught in a temporal rift and get transported back in time. Captian LeGrenadier ponders this and concludes that everyone in the bar has had a few too many drinks. "Oh well", he thinks "This is a bar after all."
------------------ "Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger."
Just then, Tapeworm returns with several thousand cases of single-malt...
------------------ I ask you to look both ways- for the road to the atom leads through the stars, and the road to the stars leads through the atom.
How can Tapeworm carry anything? Tapeworm is a computer program, is he not? :rolleyes:
Yes, but Tapeworm comandeered a Miranu frieghter out to buy drinks, remember? Huh?
I thought you ment carrying into the bar. My mistake.
We need to get this bar going again with a good (and serious) story. Here goes:
LeGrenadier realizes that Tapeworm, being a computer program, could not have been drunk when he saw the circular Miranu ship, and begins to wonder what's going on. He asks tapeworm to run a quick scan of random ships within 3 jumps of the system. The results tell him what he needs to know. "My friends" he turns to the people in the bar "The ship's we saw from the past did not come through the temporal rift after all..." "What do you meen?" asks UE Patriot from the corner "what I meen" continues LeGrenadier "is that WE are the ones who traveled through time" A few people in the bar spit their drinks onto the floor "that's right, continues LeGrenadier "somehow council station was pulled into the temporal rift and is now in the year 1977 (UE reconing). Of course there is no UE, the miranu still use fully circular ships, the only strand is the Gazidir, and Voinian general Borb (a.k.a. Elvis) is just coming to power. What are we going to do now?"
"What we are going to do is get back to our time without doing anything, anything to this universe, assuming we have gone back in time," goomeister answered. He recieved several perplexed looks.
"Have you not heard of the grandfather paradox? Assume you can go back in time, as we are doing now (Assuming; we don't actually know what's going on). What if you do and somehow kill your grandfather? You would immediately cease to exist. Time is far too complicated to mess with. We can't do anything that would endanger the balance.
We must make haste for another reason: we cannot return to our present without bringing this timeline, the corrupt timeline, to a close. Consider: two things can't exist in the same place at the same time. If we return to our present naturally, there will be two versions of us in different places. Both will be destroyed. Get to work now. There's no time to waste."
Two rules. Break one and suffer dire consequences. Assuming they even were in the past. And if they were, how did they get there? Time to answer some questions.
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A low intoned voice comes from the back of the bar. It is Cupelix, pilot of the U.E.S. Agamemnon. "He's right." He casts several glances around the bar. "But, according to my theory, you can never travel back into your own timeline. When you travel back in time, you have already created changes and thus created a new, separrate timeline. The only way to get back to our own timeline is back through the rift we entered through, before it closes, trapping us forever. So, who's got a plan?"
------------------ "What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind."
"Well, I have a sort of plan, although It's risky. A temporal rift like that one makes a unique energy signature. If we can copy the energy signature, we can open our own rift from anywhere in the universe, and it will lead to the exact same place/time as that one. The biggest problem is that it takes a tremendous amout of energy to do this (if you recall the original was opened by an exploding star).
We had better get it's signature down fast too, because it's beginning to deteriorate.
The stations EL-35 antenna array unfolds as Tapeworm begins to analyse the rift. Everyone spits out their drinks, realizing that single-malt wasn't introduced to the Gadzair until several hundred years later, and noticing for the first time that the cases are labled "Danger-Cesium. Do not expose to moisture." UE Patriot observes that he can generate catastrophic explosions simply by breathing.
Captian LeGrenadier is the first to react. He pulls his shirt over his mouth and urges the others to do the same. Then carefully, he opens the door to the bar and slowly pushes the cesium out of the bar. He is halfway down the hallway to the airlock when "Danger, wet floor" I yellow sign up ahead reads. The janitor must have been here recently. "Now what?" Captian LeGrenadier thinks to himself. He goes back to the bar and looks at the crowd of people. "A little help here please?" he asks.
"Let's shove it out the air lock." Lone procedes to open a door on the edge of the bar the reads "Danger: Explosive Decompression on other side of door" Lone opens it, with everyone screaming "DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!" But he does it anyway.
As the bar begins to depressurize, Cupelix pulls his concussion rifle from his back and points it at Lonevoinian. "What's wrong with you?!" He shouts. Keeping his sights trained on Lonevoinian's head, he quickly pushes him aside and re-seals the airlock. "You fool!" Cupelix quickly runs to a nearby control station and recalibrates the atmospheric controls to remove moisture and vapor. "There," he says, "now, everyone help get this stuff out of here. As for you," he says, still pointing the rifle at Lonevoinian, "don't try anything like that again. Okay, once we get the readings we need on the rift, we should be able to use the collective power of all our ships' deflectors to open a new rift."
"Or we can explode the Ceisum to make enough energy!" Lone pulls out a fire hose and points it at the Ceisum. Lone starts it with everyone screaming "DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!" So he doesn't do it.
A Gadzir scientist walks into the bar while looking at some hastily scribbled notes. HE looks up and immediately stops in his tracks. Slowly pans around the room and sprints out the door while a metal blast door slams behind him.
------------------ What makes life worth living? To be born with the gift of laughter and sense that the world is mad. --S. Scaramouche
"What was HIS problem?" mutters Cupelix. "Okay, everyone. We've collected all of the data we need on the void, and you all know about the modifications to be made to your ships' deflectors. Now, lets go, I can't wait to get back to our own time. We'll gather again when we leave the bar." Holstering his concussion rifle, Cupelix walks back to the U.E.S. Agamemnon. Casually looking around, he spots the strange scientist again. The scientist freezes for a moment, then quickly sprints away. Cupelix simply shakes his head, boards his ship and makes preparations to leave...
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" shout the other patrons. "YOU CAN"T LEAVE US HERE WITH ALL THIS CESIUM!" Yet Cupelix just keeps on walking... and slips on the wet floor concussing himself badly. All the yelling has irrated goomeisters nose. He HAS to sneeze- but he knows that if he does, more cesium will go off- and with a more depressurized room, the explosion will be MUCH larger...
Cupelix wakes up to the world spinning around him. He shuffles back into the bar, and slams his fist upon the counter. "Vree jrinks fer everone!" he proclaims. Then he gets the receipt. "Whuthu...2000 credits I'm not gonna...." he passes out before a Med-Bot comes to his aid. "What are you lookin at?" he shouts at a nearby bar stool.
"Hey, when are we going to do this thing?" several voices point out. "Yeah, forget about the freakin' cesium, lets get out of here!" another voice chimes in.