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A Sequel to the Final Yamato Movie from Voyager Entertainment (7 Part Mini Series)
Yamato: The New Adventures… (Sequel to "Final" Yamato in Episode type format)
By Erwin Stevens & N.A Miller

EPS 6 – A Solemn Victory/Reflections in Time

The infinity that is space, a world filled with serene light, uncountable stars in the deep darkness, and dying and forming stars, abounds with many life forms. Yes, space is alive. The entire universe, our galaxy, and even the many solar systems are filled with many such life forms. They are teeming with people who aspire, love, and fight in wars. Others are peace-loving. Many forms of life are in the universe, and they mostly live in peace, scattered throughout its cold vastness. One such place is the speck that makes up the Earth. It is a place where wars have come and gone, leaving their mark. It is in a standard class M solar system, known as "SOL," where eleven planets orbit the single life-giving star. Living on the third one, the insignificant body called Earth, is an advanced civilization known as humankind.

However, the story takes place far from Sol and the Milky Way Galaxy, in deep space where a battle had been fought between the forces of Earth and the Cybertron Empire at Aquarius. A decisive victory won by the Earth forces and a battle that decided the war of the future of humankind. Earth had destroyed the Aquarius water planet to keep the evil war machine from the future from launching their offensive against Earth. The primary mission of the Cybertron had been to come from the future, intending to change time and history, destroying Earth far before she could ally with forces involved in a huge galactic war in the future. One war that would result in their defeat in the future. With the help of a ship from the future, Earth had been successfully warned of the plot and rallied to fight far before it had happened in the way the Cybertron had planned. It had resulting in their defeat rather than Earth’s destruction.

It is on board the Earth ship, the Space Destroyer Whirlwind, however, that Sergeant Major Perry stands alone in his quarters. As he stares out from a porthole at the stars of space, his gaze also falls upon the other ships that surround them in the convoy headed for Earth. The mission is now complete and as he watches the stars, he thinks of the past few hours and days past to the mission they have just completed. It had been a hard mission, harder than anything he had ever done in his entire military career. Harder than even stasis, being placed in, recovered, or catch up learn the new ways of a new century in which they found themselves. They had to destroy a planet called Aquarius and had succeeded to do so.

“But at what cost.” The Sergeant Major thought, thinking of countless soldiers who would not be coming home after a diversion that allowed them to be deployed to Aquarius undetected. All thanks to the to the Clouds, a ship from the future and her gallant crew.

“We might have won the day, but with not without cost and death aplenty.” Sergeant Major Perry thought, continuing to stare at the stars through the porthole on the ship. Here he shook his head, as he turned to walk toward the table in his quarters and taking a seat, he began doing the paperwork associated with their mission to Aquarius.

“It won’t be long now and we’ll be home to a Hero’s welcome.” Manual thought, “But it will be one party without the real heroes who did he deed and God knows we certainly paid for this party with our dearest blood.”

As Sergeant Major Perry also stood in his quarters, his mind is filled with cosmic thoughts, thinking of his lost friends that were lost to stasis. Only six, including himself, had managed to make it through the whole project, the rest killed while in stasis. He had almost had forgotten about the meeting he still had to do back on Earth, with Captain Stethem and the others in the stasis group, who had seen them off on this mission. The very meeting to explain to her why he was bringing back his personal effects and all because of a command decision that he alone had made that would win the day against the Cybertron.

“Oh yea, I almost forgot about that.” Manual mused, “Jesus, what a meeting it will be too. An emotional one at that with shouting, resentment, frustration, anger, and hatred. It will be all for nothing for something that happened on a mission that was against the odds anyway.”

He shook his head in silence, groaning as he paused to take a sip from a flask at his belt, letting the Kentucky Bourbon sting his throat as it went down. The alcohol seemed to steady him and a far better solution than Sane’s injected relaxants that had a tendency to upset his stomach. Perry managed his turn his head, scanning the empty room before turning his attention back to the porthole, and here he shook his head negatively. He found himself suddenly disgusted by the death and destruction around him.

“Hah shit.” The Sergeant Major muttered, as he stood angrily in frustration, grabbing his hat, and headed for the door of his quarters. As he stepped through the hatch into the corridor, he turned to limp alone down the center of it, and headed for the galley where he would get a cup of coffee. He did not see Kino in the hall, the second in command for this mission, who looked up from a clipboard he had been reading nearby.

“Sergeant Major…!” He said sharply, and Manual, startled, looked up from his pensive thoughts.

“Sir…!” He replied sharply, nodding his head.

Manual blearily peered at the Lieutenant as he approached and he immediately sensed, by his dour expression, that something was up,

“Just so you know, when we get back to Earth, there will be an inquiry by the council.” He told him, “It seems those pencil pushing assholes want an explanation for the loss of ships and personnel, even though we won the war. So make sure you have your Class A uniform ready, put on your saddle and report to the sawdust ring. You, Jeevers, and I are on the hot seat with about twenty other Commanders."

"Why what's happening sir…?" Perry asked.

"Well, it seems the families are pushing their rights and made it a very political battle at Headquarters to for the EDC. They want them to accept responsibility for the loss of those at Aquarius and the Council is blaming the military for blatant incompetence and not doing our job. Even though we were engaged with overwhelming odds and we did do our jobs by winning the battle and the war.”

“What? Why the hell are they putting us in the hot seat, Lieutenant?” Manual asked, “We did the job and really had our hands full. There was nothing anyone could do any differently, on the ground and in space.”

“I know, but it appears they think it could have been done better and cleaner than it was. It is a political game now, they are looking for scapegoats, not heroes.” Kino replied, “I was just giving you a heads up, when we land at Earth in a few days. Things are going to seem chaotic but just relax and give them a full statement of your report. Precisely as you were there on the ground and when its over just be happy where they place you for your contribution. You did good work Sergeant Major. You can fight along side me anytime.”

“Aye…” Manual replied, “Thanks, Lieutenant.”

Manual grimaced as he watched the Lieutenant depart.

“As if my morale is not low enough already, it just got totally worse.” He muttered, “Great, just fucking great and the hits keep oooon coming.”

The Sergeant Major turned to continue down the corridor toward the galley. When he finally arrived the galley was empty save one other person who was in here with him. He immediately went to the dispenser machine and got a cup of coffee. He sipped at it, staying focused, despite seventy hours of no sleep since pulling back from Aquarius. There was just too much on his mind to sleep now and now too much paperwork required from him to back up the Lieutenant's statement for the council on Earth.

Manual, as he limped toward the large bay window, stood before it a moment later, and it is here that he gazed at the stars before taking a chair. (Which he turned and straddled in the same gesture like certain Commander from a distant TV Show called Star Trek the Next Generation.) The same as Major Aguilera had while alive back in the twentieth century, and now briefly in the twenty-third century. The Sergeant Major took a determined sip of the rotgut coffee with a grimace, thankful for the stimulant as he let the stars sooth his troubled mind. He tried to consciously decipher what was going on ahead and what they were about to go through back on Earth.

“Hell. It is not my fault for the Nathaniel or the others dying. He completed his duty as he saw fit and made a command decision where he saw to his crew first.” Manual muttered, “That’s the sign of a good officer. He saw to his men first and took the responsibility for us for his own actions. So why are the Lieutenant and I being made responsible for this and going to be screwed for what happened? That makes no sense. In the military people die, that is part of the job. There should be no place for politics here, not now, not ever, not for what we just went through. I can understand the grieving families, but to force the council and EDC to accept responsibility for winning a war? It's ridiculous…”

Looking from side to side, Manual pulled out a flask, pouring a bit of the contents into the now empty coffee mug and took a hit of the Kentucky Bourbon that stung his throat as it went down hard. Here he took another sip of the liquid in his cup, as he turned his attention back toward the stars of space. A lot of images and thoughts whirled through his head as he sat there.

“Excuse me, Sergeant Major?” A woman’s voice asked, and he turned to see Nova Wildstar standing at the hatchway. She frowned at him, as he took another shot from the cup, emptying its contents. The liquid burned his throat as he remained silent and met her gaze with a questioning expression.

“Yes Lieutenant.” Manual replied, “What can I do for you.”

“The Captain needs to see you on the bridge.” She said, and he nodded slightly, rising to his feet. Manual took out his flask and took a determined gulp from it. The young woman frowned seeing the flask and saw him let out a silent exhale of exasperation.

“Alright, let’s go Ms. Wildstar.” He replied, and hobbled toward her.

“Is that alcohol?” She demanded, “You know that’s against regulations.”

“Yea… it is, so sue me. Tell it to my draft board.” He replied sharply, “Because I don’t give a flying…”

Manual stopped cold, blearily staring at the startled young officer. He quickly realized that he had reared up and bit her head off. It was not her fault that the Lieutenant Commander, his friend and the Clouds were destroyed. She had not had caused the inquiry coming up, or caused the many losses of manpower from the two task forces that took on the Cybertron as a diversion to make the drop onto the planet. He realized snapping at her was unnecessary at best and the Sergeant Major backtracked immediately.

“Sorry.” He murmured, and turned his attention back to the view port. The young woman’s mouth had dropped open at the sharpness and insubordination in his tone. Nevertheless, she stepped up toward him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

“Steady, Sergeant Major.” She told him and shook her head in disgust when smelling the bourbon on his breath, “Believe me, I understand.”

Nova understood why he was drinking and knew he was trying to forget. Yet, with all the bloodshed they had seen through the years among the Star Force, she wondered why they were not all boozers too.

“Come with me, now, please.” She said sharply, and motioned for him to follow her through the hatch.

“Where to… Lieutenant…?” He snarled, “Captain’s quarters for a Captain’s Mast?”

“No, being drunk I will ignore that, but you have a message at the Communications console on the bridge.” Lieutenant Wildstar stated sharply, “But we shall speak of this incident later, not for disciplinary action with the Captain. Talking helps and you always have a friendly ear who will listen.”

Manual muttered under his breath, as he followed her to the hatch, and stepping through it, he made his way down the corridor toward the nearest lift taking them to the bridge. As they boarded the lift, he leaned partially against the wall and Nova glanced at him in silence.

“I would suggest you do not get too close to the Captain, and let him know you have been drinking.” Nova suggested, “It would smash your career with a court-martial on your record and be advised he pretty much goes by regulations. I am willing to overlook it if you continue on coffee and get sober by twenty-three hundred hours. It is approximately twenty-two-twelve.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Manual said, “I have a right to get stinking drunk, after having to watch several of my comrades get chopped to pieces, and then my best friend disappear in a flash of an explosion.”

“Yes, but seventeen stayed alive and countless others.” Nova replied tersely, “Or have you forgotten.”

“I have not forgotten, but I was charged to protecting my friend.” Manual replied hotly, “Now I have to face an emotional friend on Earth, to give her the effects, and explain to her what happened after the mission was supposedly in the bag. Some mission this was… NOT!

“I totally understand your pain, but for the moment just trust me and take the call.” Nova said gently, seeing the pain in his eyes.

She was reminded of someone else, who had taken his advice and ended up a hero that saved them all on Earth. Manual considered the suggestion and nodded as they rode the lift to the bridge where he managed to step dexterously out onto it without staggering.

“Sergeant Major Perry, reporting, sir.”

The Captain and the others stared at the rumpled uniform of the Sergeant Major, and the haggard look about him. They managed a grim glance among themselves.

“Jesus, you look awful Sergeant Major.” Captain Yamazaki told him with a grimace, “You need to see Doctor Sane. You need to get some sleep.”

The comment made the Sergeant Major frown as he turned toward the communicator.

“I’ve heard that a lot lately out of the crew.” He said, “I will when the paperwork and other stuff is completed sir. Count on it.”

“If you are having trouble sleeping, Doctor Sane can help you with a knock-out drop.” The Captain suggested and Manual merely nodded his head.

“Aye, Captain. That it will, sir.” He replied lamely and he turned to the Communicator.

“Alright, Homer is it? What’s going on?” Manual asked, straightening, but keeping a distance from the console.

“Play the message.” The Captain instructed and Homer hit the button on the console.

This is Lieutenant Commander Miller, on board the U.S.S. Magellanic Clouds, reporting on board at coordinates three-forty by two-eighty by three fifty three. We are alive and well, heading on course and are computing time warp computations at this time. God speed to the Whirlwind and to Earth and I will see you all very soon. Miller out...”

“That’s all we have, Sergeant Major.” Captain Yamazaki said, and Manual turned, pausing for a moment before letting out a loud whoop.

“He’s alive…?” He exclaimed, excitedly, “T-that son of a bitch… I don’t believe it!”

“Neither could we.” The Captain said, “We had to confirm and authenticate three times when we got the message. What I do not understand is what he is doing. What and where is he going? Why is he not on his way home to Earth? The battle is over, and what does he mean by computing time warp computations?”

Multiple questions rounded the bridge and Manual shrugged his shoulders.

Manual’s mirth had stopped abruptly when he thought back to the jam session in the Major’s quarters with Angie, Ihsss, Felonious and Kino and himself. He had told him then what he planned, and what he had intended to do.

“Jesus, you’re actually going to jump time as he said you were, aren’t you Nathaniel?” The Sergeant Major murmured to himself, and nearby Nova frowned, hearing his words.

“Sergeant Major, is there something you aren’t telling us and holding back? By the look on your face, you seem to know what he is talking about it with the time warp computations…” Nova asked, “Please fill us in? What is he doing? What is happening Sergeant Major…? After all, he is your friend from the past. What is he up to or planning to do?”

“Okay, well… the way he explained it, was that he was going to first conceal his departure and go with the Clouds to recover a Hero.” The Sergeant Major said solemnly, “And the only way to do that is to jump time to a point in time to eliminate a paradox detected by the Clouds. The Cybertron warped into this time intending to or having changed time by making Aquarius a base and they sent a death squad to Earth to eliminate this crew on Earth. That never happened because it was foiled by Seth who sacrificed himself and saved all hands at Hero's Hill. The only way to undo the paradox is to go back and ensure that Seth survives and protects this crew from being killed at Heroes Hill. I know it sounds a little complex and even I do not understand fully what he is trying to accomplish, but according to him it should fix the paradox and change time back to the original stream before the Cybertron changed it.”

Sandor and the others on the bridge stood around mulling over the two statements in their brains.

“If you don’t see it, the Hero is Seth, and he’s going to go back and ambush an ambush and save him.” The Sergeant Major said, “And by stabilizing time, he is going to make it where time is once again fluid, and eliminate the Cybertron’s interference once and for all by destroying Aquarius before they can use it as a base. Yamato crew was the focal point they were trying to eliminate, but by Seth's sacrifice, it shifted to him. His death was not necessary and Commander Miller is going to change the stream back so he will live. But there will be one consequence of his actions, if I understand the concept of time travel and the theory of it. This time stream may or may not exist after he does it and the many who died here today won't die and be returned to a living status. He will be saving one life and many others, He will perhaps even protect time itself from winking out completely by his correction.”

“Oh, dear God…” Nova murmured, paling slightly.

“Sweet Jesus, that’s crazy!” Another voices said, but Sandor waved his hand to stop their protests.

“Maybe not, it will depend on the events he corrects.” Sandor said, “If he succeeds in his task, and wins that day, we may or may not need to fight this war against the war machine of the future, with a different outcome and less loss of life. All I can say is God speed, Commander.”

There was a pause. A low murmur rounded the bridge.

“...And even if he gets a little bit of happiness for himself, as a plus too, I say give’em Hell, Commander Miller. Give’em Hell…” Manual murmured, making Nova gasp quietly at the sentiment. She smiled quietly at him when he turned his head.

“Let’s hope so, Sergeant Major.” Nova said quietly, as she stood next to her husband, who had come up to stand beside her, and here he embraced her warmly.

Thoughts of the entire crew of the Whirlwind was with the Commander, on an impossible mission that would risk the very winds of time and space. They all were still astonished by the risk involved but they all knew the sacrifice involved for one man, and the change of time that would affect the many losses that had died during their diversion mission.

Meanwhile on board the Clouds, the grizzled officer of the past sat in the quarters that he and Angie had shared when they had begun the mission to Aquarius. As he worked at his laptop, he worked on the plan of attack for when they arrived into the past in the year 2208, the night Seth was killed and the Star Cruiser Class Starship was on its way to Earth. He would be dropped off to ambush an ambush on Hero’s Hill, despite that his past self would be at the Space Dock at Federal City and working on board the Space Cruiser that he was assigned. His plan was simple and direct. He would take Seth’s place as a casualty, taking on the enemy by surprising each one of the Cybertron shooters. The officer would plan to eliminate them and to hold the hill until his past self arrived on the scene with Angie, Commander Mitty McDonald, and reinforcements because of the simulated message that would alert them all of the surprise attack at Hero’s Hill. It would be a direct assault against a platoon of Cybertron, but with a bit of luck, they would eliminate them all, and Seth would be alive and well.

“It will be a difficult timed assault, but I think we can do it.” Nathaniel thought to himself, and managed a nod at the screen at his recorded data on the screen.

A buzzer sounded inside the room a moment later and Commander Miller reached over and hit the switch on the console, allowing the hatch to open. It allowed a young Thyrnn female to enter, and to stand at the hatchway. She was lean, muscular and had an hourglass curved figure like a young human female.

“May I help you, miss…?” He asked as she shot him a toothy grin.

“Thyssstha…” She replied, smiling and even nodding to the young Commander.

She as she peered at the human officer, felt a hot flash in her body, and somewhere down below that she felt liquid surge from her body as she stared at him She found herself suddenly madly in love, the first time ever, seeing a human for herself up close and her body seemed to respond with her pheromones toward the presence of him. He grimaced.

“Damn, if I may say this sir, you are the sexiest human I have ever seen.” She told him casually and he grinned. She was sexy and exotic as hell to the officer of the past but he shook his head. He remembered that somewhere he was promised to someone else.

“Can I help…?” He asked and she shook her head.

“We are sharing these quarters, sir.” She interrupted, “Captain’s orders. May I store my gear? I’d like to get a little bit of downtime.”

“Uh, by all means…” He replied, standing formally, as she brought over her bag and quickly unpacked it into the drawers.

He gasped as she began removing her boots and unzipped her flight-suit. As the zipper continued to fall, it revealed a little more than he was prepared for.

“Oh.” He said, and turned his back toward her as she stood there.

“No need for that Commander.” She said, as she peeled off the flight suit standing in the buff. She placed her flight suit on the chair as she walked toward the bunk and climbed into the top bunk. “Like you humans, we are not ashamed of our bodies.”

He glanced at her as she lay there, and nodded shortly. He could see that she was almost human in many ways, the only difference that she had a tail where humans ended at their butt, otherwise without it she could easily pass as a human. She was quite shockingly beautiful to the grizzled officer. She was hairless, covered in scales, but he definitely could see the definition making her almost human-like features. Embarrassed, he turned his head away again.

“Night sir…” She said, smiling, realizing he was watching her. She closed the privacy door over the opening.

“Night…” He said, “Sleep well, Thyssstha.”

He retook his seat and continuing to type on his laptop well into the night. He watched her, as she got comfortable, and soon she was asleep.

By the next morning, the grizzled Lieutenant Commander sat in the chair, still working on the laptop and writing out the plan that would be used for his landing on Earth of the past. It would be when he alone would change history and make it for the better by preventing Seth’s death at the memorial and balance time as they knew it.

He glanced over at the young Thyrnn officer who slept on the top bunk and he shook his head. He shifted uncomfortably at his desk, glancing at his laptop clock that read ‘08:00’. He realized it was time what he must do now and according to the mapping software, linked to the bridge systems, he knew that they were almost to their destination. He was on his way to die. The officer paused for a moment, grimacing, as he had to force himself to remember how to click on the intercom and even speak into one of these things.

“Miller to Bridge…!” He said sharply, but softly.

“Bridge, H’Mthsss T’Larra…” A musical voice replied.

“Hi, get your mother.” He said, “I have us almost at the jump point, according to my monitor.”

“Ihsss’ Here.” Another voice said, “We are on course and almost there. We are standing by to jump on your order.”

“Okay, I’ll be right up.” He said, glancing at the nude form of the Thyrnn woman in the quarters with him, “Out.”

Without making noise, he walked to the privacy screen and he closed it. Adjusting himself, he moved toward the hatch that opened obediently for him and then closed. It allowed him to walk silently down the deserted corridors of the Star Cruiser Class Starship to the nearest lift. Here he took that lift, and rode it to the bridge. The doors opened five minutes later allowing him to exit onto it.

“Lieutenant Commander…” Ihsss said, greeting him with a smile, then a frown. “Forgive me for saying this, but you look like hell. You need to get some sleep.”

“Not until after the jump, and only then a few hours.” He replied, “There is so much to do.”

He did not mention a certain reptilian woman, whom she had put in his quarters with him, whose pheromones were causing him to have problems sleeping. It was her coming onto him and falling madly in love with him that kept him up.

“So what are your chances of pulling this off?” Ihsss asked, and he regarded her for a moment, shaking his head.

“Slim.” He replied, “But you guys will already be here in that time when we arrive, so we have to hurry in, drop, and you guys can boogie on to your own time.”

“This timeline… It won’t exist though will it?” Ihsss asked, "If you are successful."

“No, it won’t so it’s imperative you guys get out of here. I do not want to risk having your personnel helping change the stream and change time when your ship is just arriving at Earth. It would really bring us too close to another Paradox.” He said, “Best you get your ship out of here after the drop. Don’t worry, if this works, you guys might get to go home a little earlier from the partial rewrite.”

He smiled.

“We all still have to go through the mission of course, but it will already be set. The battle will practically be mapped for our attack force.

“We have to make one jump, where we went back before the Cybertron make it to Aquarius, and possibly plant the explosives.” The officer said, “From there, we head to Earth and carry out the rescue mission. All that needs to done, after that, is a team needs to head out to Aquarius, and destroy the planet.”

“The mission will be the same but it will be less bloody than it was.” Nathaniel pointed out. "If the Cybertron want to be changing time, we can too, and set wrongs to right."

“It sounds really complicated, what happens if the Cybertron find the explosives?”

“Not likely, but if they do then it will be the same thing over again, the same bloody conflict for the EDC.” He replied, “Seth will probably die again, and I will have to take charge, and go to Aquarius.”

“Meaning nothing will change.” She said, “Why are you so bent on changing history that was already done? Why must Seth Aquilera live?”

He did not answer, as the conversation was interrupted, leaving him to contemplate his thoughts. Ones that he knew, deep down, were the right move in which he could right a wrong that had been made. He would save a friend and the universe in one instant by his risk and actions through time and space. He was indeed the focal point to this mess that spurned this deadly war that started and forced Earth’s involvement on a deadly plot from the future.

“It’s because of a promise, Ihsss, I made to a good friend.” He said solemnly, “If he survives, our chances of returning from this mission just doubled from the start of the stream of the mission.”

Captain T'Larra arched her eyebrow and was about to answer but the conversation was interrupted again.

“Excuse me, Captain, we are entering the sector.” Veloxa reported, half turning as he managed a nod.

“We have company it seems.” Felonious said, as he placed his head into the viewer of the sensor module. The scanners hummed and echoed across the bridge.

“Visual.” Ihsss turned, “Slow to fifteen space knots and activate cloaking.”

“Cloaking device engaged.” Kwai said, as outside, the ship disappeared, leaving silence and the stars of space behind. On the screen before them was a lone ship, and the crew grimaced when they recognized it as Cybertron. A low groan echoed across the bridge.

“Sir, there are no power emanations from it.” Felonious replied, “It’s drifting.”

“Approach cautiously, it might be a trap.” The Captain ordered, “After what we have seen Major, this would be a perfect ruse to lure us in.”

“Agreed…” He replied.

“Shields up, stand by weapons, target missiles for one barrage.” Ihsss replied, “Let’s eliminate it from being an issue.”

A moment later, Kwai turned to nod her head, as she pulled the handle of the handle with the trigger on it for the missiles. It beeped when she pulled it.

“Ready, Captain.” Kwai stated.


Missiles erupted from the Cruiser, as the ship suddenly came to life and turned on them. Cybertron torpedoes struck their shields. They answered with missiles and their attack struck the Cybertron many times. An explosion followed a moment later and the Cybertron ship disappeared leaving only the silent stars of space and debris behind.

“Whoa!” Ihsss gasped, as she turned her head, and glanced at the human Commander who was grimacing at the screen.

“I knew it was a ruse.” She said with a smile, and Felonious managed a toothy grin.

“We’re clear Captain.” Felonious reported, checking the scanners, “There is nothing within three sectors in distance around us. We can make the jump anytime.”

Ihsss glanced at the human officer who nodded his head slowly.

“Alright, power up and ready for time warp computations.” The Captain ordered, “Engineering, ready your engines. Engage the computer systems.”

The Commander took the seat next to Felonious’ side of the bridge, as he pulled the two arms together, securing himself in the chair. On the bridge, there was a stream of activity as the crew began to prepare the ship for the jump through space and time.

"Computers are engaged, we have targeted the time as twenty-two oh eight, in February.” Felonious said, “All systems ready.”

“Engineering to Bridge…” A voice said, Ihsss turned to the console when hearing Voloxa’s accented voice on the speakers.

“Bridge…” Ihsss replied, hitting the button.

“Full power is ready, Skipper.” He replied, “I don’t know how long I can give you the power though.”

“Just do your best, Voloxa.” She replied, “Keep it coming as long as you can.”

With that, she closed the channel, turning to the Helm and Navigation consoles.

“All right, Thyrac, Plot course, for Aquarius upon arrival to new time.” She said, “Voloxa, Engage engines for jump.”

On the bridge there was a hum as the engines began power up and a ticking, as the indicator began operating, the blip of the ship tracking among the indicator lines of the simulated waves that made up the invisible waves of time they were about to jump.

“If we had our warp engines, this would be a hell of a lot easier.” Felonious grumbled, as Ihsss glanced at him, seated in her chair. She managed a toothy grin and a nod of agreement.

“Warp…!” Ihsss commanded, and outside the ship glowed as it disappeared into the warp space, literally leaping out of time and out of space. The mission had begun.

Back on Earth, however, Angie Stethem, at this very moment, sat in her quarters alone as an incessant knocking and use off the buzzer echoed the room for several minutes. Someone was at the door, and desperately she tried to ignore it after just staggered through it herself. It had been three days since she had reported for duty and her mind was frayed from the loss of her love and father of her child when he was killed on the mission to Aquarius. Even worse she contemplated suicide to join her lover, whom she did not know was alive and well on board the S.S Magellanic Clouds.

As she stood there, she sat staring into nothing as she placed her Astro-Automatic on the table, a grim reminder of what she was about to do. Severe depression washed over her senses, despite the medicine they gave her to adjust herself and right now she wanted to die. She was numb right now from the pain of the death around her, but not the anguish of remembering those deaths. Death was all around her, having seen much in her travels and duty in the EDC and witness of two years prior as they were placed in stasis two hundred years ago. She had not known that the Whirlwind would report the mistake, having received the message from the Lieutenant Commander who now jumped time and space.

“Death seems to be nothing new for us.” She thought.

“You’re dead, and I am alone, that’s a fact. I really don’t want to live without you.” Angie said, “There is just one way out.”

Angie glanced at her weapon on the table and grimaced as tears spilled down her cheeks.

“Right now I just want to be numb and unconscious.” Angie thought to herself, “… and left alone.”

The buzzer sounded again, and a pounding on the metal door followed.

“…And who the fuck is at the door?” The last part of it she had yelled, turning to the console and slammed her hand on the metal tabletop. She picked up the Astro-Automatic on the table and pointed it at the door.

Outside she could hear the insistent voices of her friends who had been rejoined with her after the long period of stasis in which they had been thrown out of time and space, literally. A knock sounded again on the door, if not an incessant pounding on the hatchway to her and Commander McDonald’s Quarters. The blond-haired woman, their friend managed a grimace at the sound.

“Angie! Open the damn door!” A voice said, “We know you are in there, damn it!”

The blond woman recognized the voice, as Melinda's voice and grimaced angrily as she staggered to her feet, blearily wobbling to the controls on the console that opened the door. Here she held the pistol, taking aim at the door as she hit the control. The young woman grimaced as she turned it on her self, suddenly feeling strangely, as the medicine overloaded her senses and her hands began to shake as she took aim. She pulled the trigger as her rushed in and saw her.

“Angie! Hell no…!” Melinda shouted, as they rushed toward her. The young woman’s hand shook as the blackness of unconsciousness filled around her. Her hand slipped, and there was a shot. Everyone dodged, as Angie crumpled to the deck, and her Astro-Automatic fell with a thud onto the ground.

“What the hell?” The dark skinned young woman breathed, as she moved to her friend’s side, kicking the pistol away.

”It is okay, she unconscious, and now disarmed.” She told her friends who clustered around Melinda and their friend. Kneeling, the dark skinned young woman began examining her for any wounds. She found the gunshot to the left shoulder, and blood seeping from it. She ripped the uniform tunic, exposing the wound, and putting pressure against it with a piece of the tunic of her uniform. She placed a hand on her chest, and felt the strong heartbeat there.

“Jesus, she’s been hit in shoulder near the neck!” Melinda shouted in alarm, “Den, you and the others check the bathroom for smelling salts and the other rooms to see if anyone else is here. Amy, Call Security, let them know we located Captain Stethem and for the medics, get them over here stat. Also, someone find a first aid kit!”

“Aye…” Amy replied, as she ran to the nearby communicator.

She contacted the hospital and Doctor Phillips after calling the medics who were on their way after disconnecting. Meanwhile, Melinda held Angie in her arms, holding pressure on the shoulder wound. Luckily, Angie’s hand had been shaking from the overload of depression suppressants and she had missed her careful aim from her chest to hit her shoulder and neck instead.

“No-one else is here.” Lieutenant Watson reported, as Amanda and Emily joined them. Denise handed Melinda a bottle of smelling salts. Amy brought the medical kit, while the others brought kerchiefs, antiseptic and rubbing alcohol.

“Great idea Denise…!” Melinda said, “Maybe we can figure out what the hell is going on.”


“Someone guard that damn door.” Emily said, as Amanda nodded, taking position near the entrance, “Until the medics and doctor get here.”

“I’m on it.” Amanda replied sharply and stood there watching, drawing her pistol and watching the hallway outside.

As Angie lie on the floor, wounded, her blood seeping into the rug and she moaned as she lay unconscious there. Melinda grimaced at the sight of the blood, as did everyone else. They had not expected her to try to shoot herself and try to kill herself. They understood why she did it, and her reasoning behind the attempt. Now they were looking after her.

“Jesus, is she alright?” The question came from Amanda who looked on in question, like the others as Melinda and Emily worked on her. They were concerned for the young woman, their friend who lay wounded on the floor.

“Come on, wake up Angie! I need to talk to you and you need to be coherent.” Here, she slapped Angie’s face. A moment later, they waved smelling salts under her nose and Angie’s eyes flew open abruptly.

“Get that shit out of my face.” Angie slurred, as she cursed under her breath.

Relieved chatter rounded the room as Captain Stethem lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling only for a brief moment before trying to get up. They pushed her back and put a hand on her chest to keep her in a laying position.

“Hey, why are you holding me down on to the fl…” Angie asked, as she placed a free hand on the wound on her shoulder. Feeling the wet, she pulled it back, blearily staring at the blood there. She gasped.

“Angie lay still.” Melinda told her sharply, putting a hand on her chest, “You’ve been shot.”

Angie, turning her head staring at Melinda at the others as she struggled, making her wound bleed more. After a moment, she grimaced, finally feeling the pain in her shoulder and placed a hand on it again.

“Please let me go.” Angie murmured as pain radiated through her shoulder, “Let me finish the job.”

“Angie hush and lay still.”

“We'd better get that bleeding stopped.” Melinda said as she pushed the torn piece of tunic over the wound on her friend's shoulder.

Amy glanced at her.

“According to Doctor Sane’s Office, she is a few weeks pregnant.” Emily whispered to the group, “His office has been taking care of her and she missed her check-up in these last few days. When she went missing, they were concerned about her.”

“Oh my god…” Amanda said with a grimace when hearing that bit of information.

All three turned as two burly men appeared at the door, one carrying a box and the other a stretcher, both of them had the Red Cross band on their sleeves. They were followed by two more men who took up positions outside followed by a third.

The third man at the door flashed an ID.

“Colonel Douglas Reynolds, EDC Security.” He told Amanda and she saluted, stepping aside to allow him to enter, “I understand you have located Captain Stethem?”

“We have sir.” She replied, “But there has been a complication, that she tried to take her life tonight.”

“Oh my god…” He whispered, as he stepped further into the room seeing the pool of blood on the floor and the splatters on the wall. Angie still lay on her back as the EMTS worked over her body. Colonel Reynold's eyes peered at the mark on the wall where the mark from Angie's Astro Automatic struck the wall.

“Sweet Jesus…” Colonel Reynolds murmured, as he moved toward the two EMTS being assisted by Melinda and Denise. He grimaced seeing Angie laying there, awake, and blood covering her as they patched up the wound in her shoulder and neck.

“Will she survive?” The Colonel asked, and an EMT looked up from his work, glancing down at Angie for a moment before shrugging his shoulders.

“Unknown sir, she’s lost a lot of blood.” He replied, “We’ll have her out of her and at Central Hospital in a few minutes. She just missed an artery by a few inches.”

“Carry on.” He said, and both the EMT nodded.

Meanwhile, Commander Mitty McDonald, the General’s aide was off-duty and walked down the hall toward their quarters. As she walked in their quarters, she started at the two security men posted outside her door. Muttering a curse the young woman ran toward the door, and proceeded to be blocked by the security men.

“Sorry Commander, this is a crime scene.”

“I live here.” She replied, flashing her id at the guards who straightened, “What do you mean a crime scene?”

“Captain Stethem who lives at this address and block tried to commit suicide here tonight.” The guard said, “The block is on lock-down.”

“I don’t care if the block is on full red alert and there is a battle outside my door. I want in my quarters.” Mitty replied gruffly, “I carry the authority of the General Staff…”

“Guards, Pass her on authority alpha.” A voice said, “My responsibility but no one else.”

As she entered, her eyes trailed around the inside of hell, at the quarters that belonged to Captain Stethem and herself. Blood splattered the walls; a ricochet mark of the discharge from Angie’s pistol still was on the wall. With the hole where the shot had struck very clearly in the wall after it had gone through Angie’s body. A pool of blood was visible on the carpeted floor, under the prone figure of Angie who lay calmly on the carpet as two EMTS worked over her body. Her head turned to the galley where Amy made coffee, while Denise and Melinda assisted the EMTs.

“What the hell happened here?” Mitty gasped, as she felt cold fear instead of anger.

Angie, as she lay there, moaned as she was restrained by Melinda and Denise. She was groaning and whimpering with each try of patching her wound.

“Angie hold still.” Melinda warned, pushing her back onto the floor. Emily talked quietly with Colonel Reynolds as he questioned her on what happened here tonight.

Mitty knelt next to Angie and the others who worked over her.

“Angie is over medicated for depression and tranquilizers Commander.” Denise said, “The EMTs are trying to patch her up enough and stabilize her enough until Doctor Phillips and Nurse Proficient get here.”

“Where the hell did you find her?” Mitty asked, “Or do I want to know.”

“No, we found her here, clearly depressed and suicidal. She passed out when we entered the room when she pulled the trigger.”

“Dear Lord.” Mitty muttered, and walked into the room further.

“We were following her under orders.” Melinda added, “Per General Singleton's instruction. We were to locate her and bring her in to him directly.”

“We brought her a message that was relayed from the Whirlwind and we hoped that would have snapped her out of her funk. It was about the Clouds.” Emily added. “But it seem like we took too long to find her and led to this instead.”

“The Clouds…?” Mitty exclaimed, “What news is that Miss Montgomery? They found debris, bodies or what…?”

“No actually, the Major and the ship are alive and well, and are cruising toward Solace. The Whirlwind received the message and forwarded it to Earth Headquarters.” She replied.

“Holy shit…! T-there alive, the Lieutenant Commander and the Clouds are not destroyed?” She stammered, and the group nodded.

“Alive, and well….” Emily said, “We will be glad to see them, but something was wrong they were way outward into space and not returning to Earth. I think he is going with them to their time for some reason. They mapped them at Sector one-eighty by two, zero, three. They reported arriving to a jump point for their time warp calculations.”

Mitty was stunned by the news and gasped loudly, unable to believe her ears.

“Wait a second… if that’s true, then why didn’t they just jump to Sol Sector and why in god’s name is the Commander going with them out into space, instead of home. Why must they do time calculations way out near Solace? Why is he not returning to Earth? After all he’s got a kid on the way.” Mitty asked, her flurry of questions echoed the room.

“We don’t have that information Commander.” Emily replied, “According to Sergeant Major Perry and the Whirlwind, they received the message, and it didn’t give details.”

Emily handed Mitty the dispatch taken from and forwarded from the Whirlwind to Headquarters. She scanned the message several times and a frown appeared on her face.

“This is damn peculiar.” Mitty mused as Doctor Phillips and mechanical nurse entered their quarters.

“Come on in Doc.”

“I hear you have a gunshot wound...” He said, approaching the prone form of Angie who was still on the floor.

“She passed out on the deck when we got here, after trying to shoot herself.” Melinda said looking disapprovingly at her friend on the floor. He knelt beside Melinda, Denise and Amy who were also kneeling next to the young Captain.

Doctor Phillips examined her quickly, shaking his head as he peered at the bandaged gunshot wound. He pulled it off and peered at the mottled discolored wound that seeped blood.

“Dear god.” Amy muttered, and held Angie firmly.

“Don’t worry.” Phillips said with a smile. “It was a clean strike and went all the way through. I can seal it up and it should heal itself.”

“Thanks doc.” Mitty said, smiling as he began to work. He motioned to the nurse for a sterilizer and she handed it to him. There was a low hum as he placed it over the wound.

“Suturer…” The Doctor said, and the nurse placed it in his hand. There was another hum as the wound was sutured shut, making for a thin line across where the wound had been,

“Can I ask what and the hell is she so depressed like this anyway?” Mitty asked, and most of them shook their heads or shrugged, except for Emily who grimaced silently.

“I think it was because of the initial dispatch declaring Major Miller dead at first.” Emily said, “It surely affected all of us when we learned of it and that certainly makes up that piece of mistaken information. Her trying to rub herself out that is.”

“After I get done, we need to get her up and to the hospital.” Phillips said, “We need her coherent from the med overdose to explain herself for not reporting in for three days and why she up and shot herself.”

“Agreed Doctor…” Colonel Reynolds said, as he took a determined sip of the coffee brought to him by Amy.

Doc Phillips helped Angie to sit up and he hit her with a hypo for pain. She yelped as she felt it inject into her arm but after a moment she seemed to relax as it began to work.

“Feeling better Ms Stethem?” The Doctor asked, and Angie grimaced as she met his concerned expression. He hit her again with another hypo shot making her flinch as she heard the hiss.

“What the hell is that stuff doc?”

“A counter agent for the drugs in your system.” He said, “You won't feel any after affects for overdosing on your anti depression meds and tranquilizers.”

“Thanks everyone.” Angie said, “But you should have left me alone.”

“Sorry, we can’t do that.” Emily replied, “Not for a friend who needs us.”

“That’s not going to help her for her going AWOL for three days.” The Colonel said, shaking her head, “Might as get a crack lawyer though and make a fight of it. You were out of your head. I think you can prove emotional instability and stress.”

“Yea Probably… Say what is this dispatch doing here?” Angie asked, and Denise and the others all stopped and they were smiling.

“Just read.” Denise said and the others murmured. Mitty was grinning. Angie took up the dispatch and read, almost dropping her coffee cup, as she fell back into her chair. She let out an excited gasp.

“Nathaniel! How can… Where is… He is alive! I don’t believe it!” Angie shouted, extremely pleased by the news.

She suddenly remembered the discussion that night aboard the Clouds about time travel and what he told her of his plan with the Clouds. Here she realized that he was actually going to do it, and was not kidding.

“Yes, but why is he out in such a far off sector?” She thought, “Why couldn't he traverse his jump point closer to Earth?”

Angie grimaced, suddenly remembering his words and wondered if she should tell them that this timeline would cease to exist if he were successful in saving Seth and rigging Aquarius to explode. She realized if he were successful that all of the people, who did die during their assault, would not in the new timeline. Time would be restored to what it had been originally and they would have a fighting chance against the Cybertron the second round in the new time line during the assault that would be coming up on Aquarius.

“I hope the hell you are successful my love.” Angie murmured, having a sinking feeling at the complexity of the time and the changes to come, unable to decipher what was what, out of the whole exercise to come that the Clouds was undertaking. All she could do is watch, as time would change seamlessly as she knew it. His love did not know entirely of the stakes that had come into play, or the risk involved.

Back on the Magellanic Clouds, the ship appeared from warp, and as everyone sat, quite disoriented from the longest trip through warp that was ever undertaken by any ship. As the Lieutenant Commander opened his eyes first, he managed to stand up, stretching as he reached for the ceiling bulkhead. Ihsss and the others murmured as they too began to show signs of life around on the bridge. They had arrived at their destination a few months earlier than where they had come from, their mission to change time and possibly restore time to the original flow that it once had been.

“Felonious, status report,” Ihsss asked, “Where are we?”

“Breaking thrusters have fired, Captain.” He told her.

“Navigator, plot a course for Earth.” Ihsss said, “Maximum Impulse Speed.”

“No need, Captain. Warp Engines are operational now.” Voloxa’s voice said as he stood on the bridge of the bridge. He moved to the nearby console, hitting a switch. “We have full warp capability, now.”

“Voloxa, I thought you were down below.” Ihsss replied and he managed a huge grin as he shook his massive head.

“I thought to pass the message to the bridge, personally.” He joked.

“With thanks Vol.” Felonious said, rising from his station to walk toward the engineer and placed a hand on his broad Insectoid shoulder. He shook his claw-like hand.

“Helm, Warp twenty-five.” Ihsss said, “Upon arrival, set us in a standard orbit with cloaking engaged.”

“Aye, Captain.” Veloxa said with a smile, and Thyrac smiled too. Their hands danced across their consoles as the ship disappeared into warp space.

Nathaniel, as he sat on the bridge of the Clouds, nodded impressed by the team work executed by this crew. The officer of the past grinned when they mentioned Warp Speed and was suddenly reminded of the Star Trek series on TV and the movies back in his century.

“ETA to Earth is two hours, forty five minutes.” Veloxa reported.

“Alright… Voloxa…?” Ihsss asked, and he looked up nodding.

“I’ve already talked to my engine room… we’ll try to get more speed out of her.” Voloxa replied, and the reptilian Captain nodded. She turned to the Lieutenant Commander who sat watching the stars in silence, almost transfixed. It was the same way when he had been in space aboard his Heavy Cruiser, which was, at this time, docked back on Earth.

“Are you alright, Mister Miller?” She asked, and he looked up, “You look like hell, you should get some sack time.”

“I have heard a lot of that from your crew.” He said, “Especially from Doctor Platt… I’ll be alright.”

The young Lieutenant Commander grinned when she put out her hand and he took it, rising from his chair.

“Well, how about a cup of coffee then?” She offered and he nodded.

“That sounds great, Ihsss.” He replied, as she led him to the nearby lift.

It arrived with a whoosh, and he grinned, again suddenly reminded of Star Trek™. He stepped aboard behind the reptilian Captain and faced the doors. When the doors closed, he scanned the interior quickly of the lift. It was just as he would find on Earth, or even on the show, he watched as a kid back living in the past. It had a map of the ship on a panel on direct back and the control panel dominated one side of the double doors. It hummed into life when Ihsss pushed the button and he closed his eyes, feeling suddenly like Captain Kirk aboard the Starship, Enterprise. The doors opened a few minutes later, and she led him down the corridors to the nearby galley in which they sat drinking a form of coffee. Both stared at the stars of space that hurried on by in the observation port they sat next to at their table. They made small talk here and there, but they were alike in a few ways, being silent and just taking in the spectacular view of space.

“So, how does it feel to be on board a ship, in space, when you were not even in deep space flight back in your century?” Ihsss asked suddenly. He turned to look at her with a frown.

“I reviewed your file before leaving Earth and your team in route to Aquarius.” She told him, “I thought I would just get to maybe know you a bit better before you go be a hero. You are one hell of an Earth-man.”

The human officer grinned broadly and yet he nodded.

“With thanks, Ihsss.” He replied, sipping the coffee, “You know I do appreciate the lift Captain, with the valorous crew of the Magellanic Clouds.”

“It is our pleasure.” Ihsss replied, grinning, and here she paused. “You name us well.”

“It is my pleasure to do so. One hell of a crew you have Captain. I am glad we served together.” The officer told her.

“So am I.” Captain T’Larra replied, “Even though you guys were a pain in the ass aboard my ship.”

The Lieutenant Commander laughed loudly.

“Well if we were I do apologize for that.” He said, “I didn't mean to be so rigid when I came aboard. I was just doing my duty, you understand.”

“It's quite alright.” She replied waving her hand, “So for someone who is two centuries old, what do you think of this time?”

“Different, surreal in many ways.” He replied, “We were just getting into space with probes and space stations when I was living in the twentieth-century. I didn't think I would be left in stasis to actually see us explore space you know. Except on Television or in movies that dealt with this very thing.”

“Quite a transition.” Ihsss murmured, and he nodded.

“A transition is right. It certainly has not been easy for Angie and I in this new century. Having volunteered for stasis and programmed in for five years only to be left for two hundred years. Then having to endure transition and assimilation of a new century with rushed catch up learning, then serving aboard a ship in space in a war. We had no idea what to do and did what came naturally with our military service. Not easy in the least.”

Ihsss smiled toothily, chuckling quietly.

“I understand, totally.” Ihsss replied, “You both seem to have done well, despite it. I read you were even shot three times in the line of duty.”

“Taking the initiative and recovering those who were killed or wounded in a sneak attack by the Dinguil.” He murmured.

“You're very brave for that.” She complimented.

“Well it is the least I could do, since I can’t go back to my own time.” He replied, “Figured I might as well make the best of it.”

“Your world sounds like it was something. What was Earth like in your century? Maybe I could visit it sometime. Now that we have traversed time travel capability and know how to do it."

“It was mostly war and battle against our own people, genocide among our own races.” He said, “And we ended up probably blowing ourselves up for racial intolerance, and fought because of racial intolerance, greed, political gain, and hatred. Not a century you would want to visit, Ihsss. They never seen extra-terrestrials before. You'd be captured, tortured and experimented on.”

She grinned, shaking her head, but her next statement was interrupted by the whistle sounding from the intercom.

“Bridge to Captain…!” The hissing voice on the intercom said.

Ihsss held up her hand and she rose, and he fell silent. The young reptilian officer walked toward the intercom, touching the button on it.

“Captain here…”

“We are at Sol’s edge, Captain.” Felonious’ voice said over the intercom and she grinned as she turned. Ihsss noted he was grinning too.

“Slow to Warp five, and engage cloaking device. Maintain course to Earth.” She ordered, and he rose after she nodded. She closed the channel on the intercom and returned to the table where he was standing.

“Remember your ship is here too, probably close by near Pluto.” He said, “You were just arriving and found the derelict of Yamato, so you have not made it to Earth quite yet. We don’t want you to run into yourselves, and have it be a paradox to destroy our efforts here.”

“Yea, we’d better get to the bridge.” Ihsss suggested and he nodded, “If I suspect what is ahead, we were not cleared yet for this sector.”

“One-stop, though, Captain.” He said as they left the galley. She paused to cast a questioning glance at him.

“I need to head to my quarters for a moment.” He told her and she frowned, “Just for a moment, I will meet you on the bridge.”

“What do you need from your quarters?” Ihsss asked.

“Laptop, as we head to Earth, I can send those dummy messages to Angie, Mitty and myself, bringing them to the hill before the ambush happens.” He said, “If we can get them there, it’s more of us against the Cybertron at that time.”

The Captain nodded her head.

“Very wise…” She thought, impressed by his quick thinking.

“Alright, I’ll meet you on the bridge, Commander.” She told him and he nodded. They split up from here and she walked away to the bridge turbo-lift nearby. As Ihsss walked down the corridor, she nodded to her crew who worked nearby and had paused to shoot the breeze for a moment then disappeared into lift that opened for her.

As for the human officer, he walked/half ran down the corridor toward his quarters. When he arrived at quarters, he entered in a rush, and he turned his head to see his roommate still in her bunk. She was still nude as she sat on the edge of the top bunk, smiling. Grabbing his laptop, he nodded to her and she jumped down, running to embrace him.

“Thank you.” Thyssstha told him lustily, managing to kiss him on the cheek. “And good luck Commander…”

He smiled, embracing the young reptilian back, winking at her as he held her.

“You are welcome, Thyssstha.” He replied, bowing slightly, to kiss her hand gently. She embraced him again.

“Do you really need to go?” Thyssstha asked, and he glanced at the door. He considered what she meant by her statement, but he also managed a nod of his head.

“Sorry, I’m expected on the bridge.” He replied, as he held her with one arm, “Maybe later.”

Quickly, he exited the room, heading to the nearest turbo-lift that would take him to bridge.

As he waited for the lift, it arrived with a whoosh, and he stepped into it, closing his eyes as the doors closed. It quickly moved upward as he headed to the bridge of the Star Cruiser. A moment later, the cab arrived with a whoosh and he stepped off, onto the busy bridge, walking across to the empty seat. Pulling out his laptop, he plugged in, and he began typing out the two messages that would lure his past self, Angie and Mitty to the memorial before the ambush was to happen.

To Commander Miller, October 4th 2208
Heavy Cruiser, U.S.S Kosheo.

Just a reminder, you are expected at Heroes Hill on the 6th for a reunion of your stasis personnel and celebration of the passing of our friends. Mitty and I will be on hand, coming with the Yamato crew. See you there


On the bridge, Major Miller grinned at the message that he had sent via subspace, to the docks where he knew he was working at this very moment in time and space. He also sent one to Mitty and Angie, bringing them to the memorial on a matter of an utmost urgency.

When he was done, he nodded to Hi’Mthsss who sent the messages.

“Messages sent, Captain T’Larra.” He told her and she turned to nod to him.

“Do you think they’ll go for it?” Ihsss asked, and he shrugged.

“We were not exactly chummy with the second team until Seth was killed, our orders were to stay clear of them that’s why the EDC Command assigned us space jobs or positions that would not be in a highly noticed capacity.” He replied, “But now that I sent those, we will have the reinforcements necessary to protect Seth, the stasis team and the Yamato team.

“Sounds like you will have your hands full, saving a friend and the universe.” Ihsss commented as a beep sounded from the Helm console.

“Helm, Status report…” Ihsss asked sharply, “The Commander has a date and is working against time here.”

“ETA is one hour and twelve minutes.” Veloxa said, “We are at Warp five, a safe margin for the solar system, Captain.”

“Press her even harder.” Ihsss said, and Felonious looked up in surprise.

“We should not exceed Warp five, or we might end up in planet, moon or a star, Captain.” He said, “We can try Warp six, but that’s cutting it close.”

“Have you done a preliminary scan of each planet as we passed?” She asked and Felonious nodded.

“No change by any planet so far or with their bases in orbit around the planet or on the surface, which is great news.” He replied, “That means we have not shown up yet on their scanners.”

“I would stay cloaked as we get closer, Ihsss.” Nathaniel suggested.

“I agree. Sensors indicate two ships in nearby section sixty for SOL…” Felonious reported, “They seem to be Interceptor Class ships.”

“Stay cloaked, and on course…”

“Take no action?” Kwai asked.

“You heard me, mind your console Kwai.” Ihsss replied.

The humanoid woman nodded quietly.

“We are in range of Saturn Station, Captain.” The Insect-like Navigator announced, “By the looks of the ships, they don’t know we are here.”

“For precautions, are shields still up?” Ihsss asked, “Full cloaking activated?”

“Yes, Captain.” Kwai replied with a nod.

“Veloxa, turn to zero, seven three, mark two.” Ihsss said. Outside the ship banked, as it moved away from the EDC Ships as it continued to trek on its way to Earth. Even as the ship evaded the many patrols, there was still the chance of being caught and everyone on the Clouds knew that. All hands did their very best to avoid that.

“Passing Saturn Station will be the hardest thing to do, as it has the most intruder webs.” The human officer suggested, “If they do pick us up, it will take them time to get a beam on us, being cloaked, so we have an advantage. I would haul ass right to Earth and in a straight line if that happens.”

Meanwhile, on the Saturn station, an operator named Sharon Patel sat at her console and she monitored the radar impulses that were being sent out across space around the station. As she sat there, she managed a yawn, reaching over for a cup of coffee as she, with many other operators, watched the several sectors that surrounded Saturn base. The did not notice anything unusual at this moment, other than a space transport or two headed to and from Titan, Saturn’s moon. They did not notice the Clouds from the future in which had successfully infiltrated the sector and SOL.

Commodore Russell Bates, the Commanding officer of Saturn base stood on the floor, gazing at the screen and the information that scrolled across it.

"Status report…" He ordered.

“All systems are normal, Sir.” An operator said, “Nothing but two transports in the area of Titan, and a couple of Destroyers exiting out airspace for a patrol route of Sector five.”

“Check all systems, including motion sensors.” Bates ordered, and the Operator named Steven Charwolski frowned, when he saw the blip there. He realized there was an intruder on the scopes and he let out a silent sigh.

“Sir, we have another unknown contact, inbound out of one-three, five degrees.” He said, hitting the console, as his dark eyes studied the screen.

“Is there any identification on that contact?”

“Negative, sir…” He replied, as he touched the buttons on his console. The Clouds had been discovered, but as the grizzled officer of the past had pointed out on board, they were only on the motion detection sensors, in which they would be on unidentified contact.

“Alright, keep me informed, and keep scanning for contact on that ship. We’ll dispatch U.S.S Sherwood and Bates for a closer look.” The Commodore said, and the console operator nodded.


On the bridge of the Clouds’ however, Nathaniel stood up from his chair ready for what he must do, and what he would be facing ahead of him when it came to battle to protect Seth, his friend who died at the memorial and time itself.

The ship managed to clear Saturn station and approached Jupiter.

“We'll be passing Jupiter.” Veloxa reported, “Will give the planet a wide berth to avoid the gravity pull.”

“Very well.” Ihsss said, “How long until we reach Mars.”

“About an hour Captain.”

Ihsss turned to the human officer who nodded when he met her look.

“You have about an hour to get ready and be ready by the time we reach your four planet.” Ihsss told him and he nodded.

“On my way Captain T'Larra.” He replied and walked toward the lift that opened its doors for him. He saluted her as the as the doors closed behind him.

His destination is the hangar deck, which he moved to the rear of the Star Cruiser Class Starship for the last time. He had a job to do, and he knew it. He walked toward the airlock and the hangar deck where he would take a transport to the surface. The young officer had no idea 'how the hell' he was going to pull this off, other that he would take out the shooters one by one with a little luck, and a little skill.

As he rounded the corner, stepping through the airlock hatch, he let out a silent gasp as Thyssstha, his roommate, stood at the transport aboard the Clouds. She has volunteered to take him to the surface and he managed a frown at her as she stood near the transport. He walked purposely toward her, and she snapped to attention, saluting him hard.

“Before you say it, Commander Miller," She said, her voice almost musically accented, “I volunteered and you need a pilot.”

“No objection here.” He replied, as he stared at the young reptilian woman.

“We have an hour, let's do a weapons check.” He instructed, “And a check out of all systems on the transport.”

“I'm for that.” Thyssstha replied, smiling as they set to work. During the next hour, the Commander checked out the gear that he would be using for his assault on the Cybertron at the memorial. (Thankfully there had been extra equipment left over from the assault on Aquarius) and the reptilian woman checked out the transport that would take them to the surface of Earth.

He chose out the equipment, grabbing claymore mines, grenades, grenade launchers a couple of pistols, sniper rifle, machine gun and as much ammunition that he could carry in a canvas bag that he would take with him. The Commander sighed as he stood peering at the weapons on the table and the bag that contained other equipment.

“I'm ready.”

On the bridge Ihsss peered at the view screen as the ship approached Mars and passed it quickly and silently, avoiding any patrols that would alert the EDC of their presence. The reptilian Captain hit the button on her chair.

“Captain to Hangar Deck, Commander Miller?”

Nathaniel looked up and turned to hit the button on the intercom.

“Hangar Deck. Commander Miller Online.”

“Just checking if you are ready, we are approaching Earth.” Ihsss told him.

“Just about ready Captain. We're getting loaded up.”

He glanced at Thysstha who motioned to him.

“We're about ready to depart in five minutes.”

“We'll set standard Orbit, wait for Thysstha to drop you off, and then get the hell out of here.”

“Thanks Ihsss for everything.”

“You are very welcome. Now win.” Ihsss coached and he laughed.

“Hangar Deck out.”

He turned to the reptilian woman and walked toward her.

“Everything is loaded.” She reported, ”We don’t have much time, shall we go?”

He nodded as he stepped toward and up into the transport via the ramp. The human Commander took a seat at the command chair, where during a similar mission he was in charge of twenty-four space Marines who took on the impossible to destroy a world.

Thyssstha took up the pilot seat and she strapped in. She put on the headset, and the human officer took up a headset, nodding to her.

“Test, Teest...” She said, “Transport is ready to depart, control.”

“Copy…” Ihsss said, “Stand by to launch.”

“Roger.” Nathaniel replied, as he began power up systems on board the craft. The console blinked before him and he did a systems check. The officer nodded to Thyssstha who clicked switched on her console.

“Alright, open the airlock.” He ordered.

Slowly the hangar doors opened and revealed the stars of space, and the blue ball of the Earth that they now orbited.

“Good Luck Major.” Ihsss said, “We’re routing for you and your mission.”

“Good luck and God speed to the Clouds.” He replied, as he positioned himself in the seat, and clicked closed the channel.

“Floor it!"

The engines roared and catapulted the transport out of the hangar into space. As it banked, the ship plummeted toward the blue planet of Earth, and it headed down through the atmosphere. When they entered the high altitude, they steered course toward Federal City, the ship streaking down low against the waves of the sea, moving back and forth.

“We have radio contact, Federal City, sir…" She told him, “about thirty minutes…”

He took his seat at the console, scanning the radar, the sensors, and other instruments as they approached, all directed at Federal City.

“Doing a sensor sweep and it looks we are still undetected.” He said, “Activating ECM jamming sysrtem and cloaking device. Adjust and bring us right, three degrees.”

“Roger.” The reptilian pilot replied, the ship banking slightly, as it stayed low and at slow speed.

At Headquarters, inside the Radar station of Federal City, the operators watched for anything out of the ordinary, on duty against anything or anyone out of place. As they sat in their seats, in the main operations room, their attention was glued to the monitors. Josh Stouts managed a yawn as he sat at his console and stood up to stretch, stretching his neck and back before he sat back down. A blip intermittently appeared on the screen.

“Ho! Contact established! We have something.” A voice said, “Get the Commander.”

A harried young Lieutenant entered, followed by a grizzled Captain, in charge of operations here on Earth. Both had entered on the run, clad in the familiar uniforms found of the EDC forces. The Lieutenant Nick Rivera and the Captain Sal Fischer were on duty that night when the transport had entered Earth’s orbit and through the atmosphere.

“Alright, what do you have?” The Captain asked, and he glanced up at the observation windows where he knew the Aide to the Commander of EDC worked usually.

“We had a blip on the motion sensors Sir.” The operator said, “It looked like a Meteor came in, it dropped straight down and went off scopes.”

“Alright, keep your eyes open.” The Captain ordered, “If we have any more meteor strikes on planet, we might have an issue with protecting the base.”

“Strangely this one didn’t seem to burn up in atmosphere.”

“If it were a ship, was there any more motion after it dropped off scope?” The Captain asked and the operator shook his head.

“Negative sir…”

“Let’s just keep your eyes out for anything unusual, please.” He ordered. The operators nodded in response.

On board the transport, there were smiles by the Commander and Thyssstha, who had been piloting the ship. Both had realized they had successfully entered orbit and the atmosphere successfully, now on their way to their destination.

“At least, I am.” He muttered with a sigh, and he glanced up at the reptilian pilot. She was studying him.

“Keep her on course.”

Nathaniel began gathering supplies that he loaded on board the Clouds and he p[ut on the battle-armor that he would use to protect himself from any fire when he assaulted the Cybertron at the memorial. He strapped on the plate, arms and leg units, and hefted the sniper rifle, an AF-2255, a couple of machine guns, hand pistols, and overt a thousand rounds in which he had placed in the bag. He wondered if it was enough, they were tough bastards to crack and destroy, as he saw on Aquarius.

“We’re on course, at five hundred feet and maintaining.” Thyssstha reported and he looked up as he was going over his inventory stores.

“Very well…" He replied returning to his post, and here he checked the scopes. They had thirty-five miles to fly in, under cover of daylight, and have to avoid sensor webs of fighters if discovered. Thankfully had had setup the transport to look like an EDC carrier, to disguise their presence against fighters who probably would not know the difference.

“Are you ready Commander…?” Thyssstha asked, and he looked up at her with a frown and a slow nod.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” He replied. “Just get us there Thyssstha, and drop me on the other side of the memorial outside of town when we arrive on station. I’ll take it from there.”

“Copy that.” She replied and he sat at his scope, murmuring the plan that he was going repeatedly in his head. The one he had had come up with during their trip to Earth after jumping through time and space. The ship banked gently left and right, across the white capped waves of the ocean, masked by the waves in which would conceal its presence to any ship that flew nearby.

“Thyssstha, radar contact two bogies in a high course above us going zero–nine zero.” He reported, touching the screen to zoom in on the two aircraft flying high above them.

“Are they intercepting us?” Thyssstha asked, and she glanced up to see them in as two dark blobs in the blue skies on Earth, traveling among the clouds overhead.

“Negative.” The officer replied, “Be careful, we are going to run into more patrols. Reduce speed and bank left three degrees. Avoid any sonic booms signatures here. We would be detected. Cloaking device still activated to mask our presence.”

“Aye, reducing speed, and banking three degrees to port.” She replied, as he kept his eye on the scopes.

A few minutes later, they approached the landmass ahead of them. On the far end of it was Federal City.

“Feet dry, Commander. Five minutes out.” She said, “Get ready.”

He was on his feet in a heartbeat and Nathaniel strolled across the bay where he grabbed the bag, and his weapons. He moved to the front of the landing craft.

“Whisper mode engaged.” Thyssstha reported, “Coming in low and hot.”

The craft streaked from the sky, as it approached its destination, like an avenging angel. As the ship wobbled its wings a couple of times, Thyssstha banked the ship’s nose upward on the control stick, landing it with a thud on the memorial grounds.

“It’s been a pleasure, Lieutenant Commander,” Thyssstha told him, and here she smiled. "Take care and win…"

“For me too, Thyssstha, you take care too.” He replied, and he nodded back to her.

“Don’t get yourself killed without doing the job first, and watch yourself out there, k?” She coached. He returned her smiled with a nod.

“Don’t worry Thyssstha, the plan is going to work and we are going to win.” He said sharply, nodding and he motioned to the doors, “Out please.”

“Good luck…” She murmured, as the doors opened. He nodded as he exited the transport into the daylight, crouching near a bush nearby. The transport closed up its doors a moment later, banking up its nose and peeled off as it disappeared into the blue skies, heading the way it had come. He was alone.

Quickly, he painted his face and exposed extremities with the dark paint marker, making his face the same color as the surrounding bushes. He then turned to scan the memorial.

“Good, Empty.” He thought, as he quickly crouched and moved throughout the memorial, sweeping and planting the location heavily with claymore mines that he had brought with him. He set them all for Cybernetic targets that would trigger when contacted by the Cybertron. . He was ready when he finished mining the memorial, taking up a station crouched with a full field of view of the entire area,

“They so much as twitch, their asses are going straight to robotic hell.” He murmured through gritted teeth and he used his helmet to scan the memorial multiple times.

He sat concealed in a nearby bush, in a small igloo of wooded material where he had his equipment, but was not visible to anyone if anyone came to the memorial, which many people did. No one noticed him at all, which he was thankful.

Many hours later, As the Commander of the future turned his head, he managed a curse as Major Aquilera and his intrepid guide Marla McGivers stepped into the memorial. They had come early, planning to meet the others before they took on the new mission that would be to protect Earth from yet another foe, The Cybertron Empire.

“Damn, you’re too early Seth!” Nathaniel murmured under his breath, “You aren’t supposed to be here until sixteen hundred hours!”

He watched Seth as he stood impassively watching the sunset, and remembered that he was like him in many ways, appreciating things of beauty and life itself,

As the Major, his friend watched the sunset, he realized that this one sunset that Emily would not be sharing in, and inside, his stomach heaved as he thought of her. The pain of her death still haunted him like an open wound and the time since he had buried them being the hardest thing he had ever had to do. The officer of the brief future watched Seth through the scope, grimacing at the face he made, knowing why he was here this evening, and what he must do to protect him. He understood what he must be feeling at the moment, having felt the same way when he visited her grave and paid his respects at the memorial not long ago himself.

“Over watch, guard and eliminate.” Nathaniel muttered to himself, “With extreme prejudice. You are in good hands Seth.”

Nathaniel knew he has a job to do and in a few minutes he would be taking his place as a casualty to protect him.

“If I lost my life to protect him, so be it. It will be done.” Nathaniel thought as he peered through the scope at Seth who still stood at the edge of the memorial watching the sunset before him, The officer of the future saw him turn as and walk deeper into the grounds of the memorial a moment later.

“She's dead and that's a fact.” Seth had murmured, “I cannot undo what is. I thought it would not be so hard to get over, I guess not.”

As the sunset's golden light spread out before the Major at the memorial, the young officer still found it an amazing sight every time he came to this place called Heroes Hill. It is huge memorial, built in a circular design and made of granite. Around the whole area is green and overgrown, with several trees, several thick shrubs under the trees and several grassy areas. A huge stone obelisk stands in the center of the memorial and a statue of Captain Abraham Avatar stood directly beside it, staring off out to the sea. Lining the grassy area, under the statue and the obelisk, are the many graves of Yamato's crew who are buried here after their missions to save Earth. Here Major Aguilera stared at the obelisk and panning from it, his gaze fell on the statue of Avatar. He raised his hand in salute to the obelisk, statue and the EDC flag that fluttered in the breeze.

“Only proper, they died saving Earth and should be respected.” Seth thought and he walked on past the graves only twenty-five feet from them where a new section was created here at the memorial. The new section is where the graves of his friends are now buried at the memorial and done so in a respectable manner. It is surrounded by short granite pillars and it had chain that connects each pillar around the graves. Here the Major stared at the familiar sight that he had seen many times through his recovery with Doctor Sane and exhaling sharply, he cast a long stare across the section to each tombstone where a familiar name and faces were carved in the smooth granite surface.

As Seth peered at the graves, he was over watched by the officer of the future, looking and watching through the sniper scope as his friend casually glanced at the names and faces carved into the each tombstone. The same as Nathaniel had when came to visit several times after their burial.

'Emily Montgomery', 'Denise Watson', 'Doug Woolard', 'Christina Cook', 'Sherry Carnelli', 'Edward McKee', and 'Katherine Lewis'.

Major Aguilera walked slowly past each tombstone in this section and when he got to the end, the young officer stopped at the farthest one at Emily Montgomery's grave. The officer of the future watched impassively through the scope and nodded his head respectfully.

“Well Em, Here I am again. I thought I would stop by to say goodbye for a while.” Seth whispered and held his hand on her tombstone, as if he could gain strength from her. The young officer thought of the young woman, her long brown, curly hair, brown eyes, round face, and her sweet kisses. The officer of the future found himself envious of Seth just a bit, being there for her, where he could not.“…It looks like I have been reactivated to duty, assigned to a new mission and heading out into space on a classified project. I probably will see you soon babe, if the mission is as it sounds. It seems like it is a suicide mission.”

Seth paused, as he fought back the pain of his heartache in his chest. It pounded like a piston engine in his chest, and he could hear the blood in his ears.

“You would never believe how much Earth has changed. We made it almost two hundred and five years past the end date of the project, making it into the twenty-third century now. Earth seems to have had advanced so much and I wish you were here with me. It's no fun to share this alone.”

He shuddered with the brisk sea breeze and glanced to the surroundings.

“Whatever happens, I may see you soon, and wherever I go and do, I still will always love you.”

From his jacket, he withdrew a long stemmed red rose with a shaking hand, and placed it at the foot of her tombstone on the ground at her grave. He then placed his fingers to his lips, kissing and then placing them on the cold stone mouth of the granite face carved on the tombstone.

Behind him, Marla had backed off and had given him his privacy. She walked toward the other graves under the obelisk and the statue and peered at each of them. As Seth and his companion stood in two locations at the memorial they did not sense the surviving Yamato crew members arriving at this sacred place. They came here before every mission into space and paid their respects to those lost for Earth.

The officer of the future saw the rose, and he nodded his head, smiling.

“Just like Seth.” He thought, “A gentleman.”

He turned his head, peering through the scope as he saw others arriving at the memorial.

“Shit.” The officer murmured, “It’s time.”

He had glanced at the chronometer on his wrist, and confirmed the time. In exactly twenty minutes, all hell would break loose here at the memorial and mentally he prepared himself for the battle that would come. He had already mined the memorial with claymore mines set for robotic entities and now his mission was clear. In twenty minutes he would defend the memorial and die to protect the Yamato and stasis members.

As for the Yamato crew, they gathered here to pay their respects to their friends lost aboard ship and always coming here to visit before a mission or when they needed inspiration.
Together they walked clustered in a small group, toward the memorial, and the group that made up the Yamato crew who had not been expecting Major Aguilera to be here or the young Sergeant with him. As usual, they had been laughing, joking and carrying on as they crested the hill, their voices and footsteps echoing on the granite pillar in the center of the memorial. When they saw Seth and the young Sergeant, however, they stopped and glanced at each other, before walking forward toward them.

The group consisted of Stephen Sandor, Derick Wildstar, Nova Forrester-Wildstar his wife, Dash Jordan, who arrived from Mars, Thomas Orion, Christopher Eager, Homer Glitchman, Cory Conroy, Chief Toragawa, Angie Stethem, and Mitty Mc Donald. They were all confused by the single officer's presence at first, but suddenly realized what he was doing. He was paying respects to his friends lost from stasis.

“Who is that?” asked Derick, exchanging a look with Nova, who managed to shrug.

The group stared at the officer, the dark hair, bearded face, and dark eyes. Nova had not recognized him as they had walked up to the memorial or the young enlisted woman who panned a look at the Yamato graves in stunned silence. Mitty turned her head, smiling broadly, when she recognized the newly appointed Major and the Sergeant who had guided him through the city.

“Whoever he is, he's quite handsome.” Nova commented, suddenly grimacing when she recognized the young man from the past. He had been the one, whom she had been introduced to, before a funeral at Hero's Hill, a few months ago, after he was awakened from stasis. She also cast a look at Sergeant McGivers who stood in front of the Yamato graves.

She half-turned, snapping to attention.

“Attention on deck!” She shouted and Seth looked up at the group from the graves where he had been kneeling in silent prayer.

Derick, who led the group, took a step toward the officer and nodded a greeting to him. Seth still stood next to the graves of his friends that were located several feet from the graves that were located under the obelisk and statue of Avatar. Here, Derick turned his head and acknowledged the young Sergeant with him. She saluted sharply.

The officer of the future, hidden in the shrubbery got a glimpse of the Cybertron in the bushes, and took aim.

“I see you…” He murmured, “Time to play.”

“Carry on.” Nova told her sharply, “Relax it's a social call here.”

“Nice to see you again… Major Aguilera!” Wildstar called out sharply as Seth approached the duo. Derick saw the gold oak leaf on his collar and glanced at his wife who shrugged.

“Oh, Hey Chief… How is it going? Good Afternoon, Commander McDonald and Captain… uh… have we met miss?”

“Stethem…” Angie replied, “Angie Stethem… You must be Seth, nice to meet you, finally at last.”

“A pleasure young Stethem,” Seth said, taking her hand and bowing kissing her hand gently.

“May I present Sergeant Marla McGivers… My intrepid young guide.” The young sergeant smiled at Seth.

“It is nice to meet you Sergeant,” Derick told her, “First time to the memorial?”

The young woman nodded slightly.

“I never thought I would see the graves for the Yamato crew in person. I read about your exploits in school and I never thought I would meet anyone from the Yamato.” She replied, “It is an honor to meet you all.”

“So Seth, you were promoted today, according to Commander McDonald, Congratulations.” Nova said, and murmured congratulations rounded the group.

“I just was reactivated today.” Seth replied casually, “I am assigned to a combat group that is going to Aquarius. General Singleton is eager to get this group formed, briefed and dispatched to the water planet without delay.”

"Oh we're the command crew…" Derick mused, grinning, "We'll be giving you boys a lift out of there."

"It is awesome to serve with the Star Force…" Seth told them, "Hopefully we're not going to take long for this battle."

His thought was interrupted by the shout by Doctor Sane.

“Ah so you have come!” Sane said, and Homer was first to turn his head as Doctor Sane arrived at the memorial. A big smile appeared on his face, and the same smiles appeared on everyone's faces as he approached. The doctor arrived with two young women, holding onto his arms on both sides. Seth recognized them to be the two of the members of the stasis crew. The young Major smiled broadly, as a ripple of laughter sprinkled through their group.

“Just like Doctor Sane to make an entrance with beautiful ladies on each arm.” Homer commented and laughter cycled through the group. Amy and Melinda colored slightly as they met everyone's gaze and smiled largely when they met Seth's smiling face. Both of the young women broke from the Doctor's arms, and rushed toward him. Amy embraced Seth first and then Melinda followed suit. Both of them kissed the young Major on the cheeks and he blushed. Amanda embraced Seth as well. Manual back slapped him. Doctor Sane was shaking his head as the Yamato crew watched a touching reunion of old friends.

In the bushes, Major Miller from the future, watched the reunion of the Yamato crew in placid interest, but he stayed on high alert, as he also noted the stasis crew and the reunion of old friends that was about to happen between Angie, Melinda and Amy. He would watch as old friends of Bellbrook who had not seen each other in a very long time would reunite. They had not seen much of each other since they were together in school back east when he was there with them. He smiled as the stasis members had ran toward Seth.

“Damn. You win a few and you lose a few.” Sane exclaimed, and the Yamato group heard him, laughing loudly as they clustered around him, greeting their fellow shipmate warmly. The Yamato members glanced several times at the young women, Seth's friends. They had been on the arms of the doctor, behind them had been the other two, a red haired young woman and young man.

Sane glanced at Angie and Mitty curiously.

"Commander, Captain…" Sane nodded solemnly, "It's nice of you both to pay your respects."

“We're not here for that, Captain Stethem and I received a message saying that there was a point of great of need we are here at the memorial, but I surely don’t see it. If there is no reason to be here, we need to return to Headquarters.”

"Really…?" Sane asked, "From our group?"

The two officers from the headquarters had nodded.

"I think someone is pulling your leg." Sane told them, and he paused.

"That is extremely strange."

“…So Seth, what about your friends here…” Nova asked, “Are they going on your combat assignment to Aquarius?”

Melinda, Amy, and Amanda glanced at the youthful wife of Wildstar, politely shaking their heads.

“Oh no… Only Sergeant Major Parry, myself, and a small group of Marines will be going. The rest will stay here on Earth.”

However, before Seth could reply further, a voice interrupted them. Doctor Sane had taken his place at the memorial of the Star force, peering up at the statue of Avatar, before he turned to the others. He seemed to react to it as-if it spoke to him.

Nearby in the bushes, the officer from the future kept a sharp eye on the Cybertron who were gathering here at the memorial. Time was clicking down and about to change. The group was still not aware of their presence or the officer of the future's presence.

“I’ll take them when Seth charges the guns to protect Nova.” The officer of the future thought, as he peered through the scope and his finger found the trigger. He put his thumb on the safety. He was ready for instant action.

“Star force! Fall in!” He shouted and the Yamato crew gathered at the graves quickly. Commander Mc Donald and Captain Stethem joined he ranks quickly, even though they were not a part of the Star Force.

The stasis group stood nearby as the remaining Yamato crew fell into neat ranks. Sane turned to the stasis crew, who stood nearby.

“You guys too. Don't be strangers we are honoring your friends too.”

Manual motioned to his friends and they took up a position on the side of the Yamato crew, making up an L-shaped formation. Nova looked around for the young Major, and saw he was nowhere to be found. He had wandered off to the sea and stood alone staring out at the blue water, feeling the stiff wind that hit his face. He turned to sprint back to the formation when Nova called to him. He nodded to Sergeant McGivers who hung back and motioned her to join in.

“Crew Atten-hut…!” Seth shouted and the stasis crew listlessly snapped to attention.

The Doctor glanced at him, as did the others. “Once again we have gathered here, and honor you Captain Avatar and those who lay to rest here in the name of peace. We honor you, the one hundred and fifty-six of the Yamato crew who lay here at rest. In addition, the seven from the stasis project, whose deaths will never be in vain, as you and the members will live forever and shall be remembered forever. Pray for the swift response of Yamato. Pray for the quick response of stasis crew two-fourteen and two-fifteen”

The stasis crew turned and stared at Sane. Each member of the two groups stared at the graves and remembered their friends. Meanwhile in the bushes, the officer of the future prepared for action.

“Okay. Bring them on.” He murmured, as he watched the entire exchange.

“Prayer finished.” Sane shouted, “Salute!”

Stiffly the members of the stasis crew raised their hands in salute, the old-fashioned one compared to the salute across the chest as the Yamato crew had done. They held the salute, each one remembering their respective groups and their time together as comrades in arms.

“Return Salute!” Sane bellowed and they all dropped their hands in unison.

Afterward, the crew of both worlds broke off into small parties where cups distributed among them and Avatar's spring water freely poured. Here they also included the stasis crew, treating them as they would fellow crew aboard ship. They sat in silence as the stories flowed from the Yamato crew and the stasis crew joined in uncertainly at the laughter and banter. They were trying to be polite and trying to fit in, having accepted service over release, having nowhere to go in this century. As Melinda, Amy, sat together with Manual, Amanda and the young Sergeant McGivers, they sat talking with among themselves and the Yamato crew. Melinda had eyed the young woman with Commander McDonald in wonder. The young woman looked very familiar to her. Here she nudged Amy.

“Doesn’t that look like Angie Stethem who was with us at Bellbrook?” Melinda asked suddenly and Amy shook her head, turning to look at the dark blond haired woman in silence.

“Yea, but that can’t be. She’d be long dead by now.” Amy replied.

“I know, but the resemblance is too uncanny.” Her friend and classmate replied, “I wonder.”

Melinda stood up, walking a few steps to stand over Angie. She waited until the blond woman turned her head and was looking up at her from where she was seated with the Yamato crew members and the youthful Commander.

“Uh… I have been meaning to ask you… are you Angie Stethem?” She asked, “Is that you Angie?”

Angie had glanced back at Mitty then turned her head abruptly.


Melinda repeated the question and Angie stared at the dark skinned woman for a long time, and then to the ash-blond woman who had joined her at her side. She was puzzled at first who it was that asked her by her name, and only gazed at them in semi-recognition. It was several minutes before the faces finally clicked, as they had over two hundred years ago in another place, perhaps another time. She let out a gasp, that if any louder, could have echoed across the whole memorial. Tears formed in her eyes as she slowly rose to her feet, staring at a pair of people she had not seen in a very long time, not since school and she smiled at them.

“Melinda Morris? Amy Pantstingle?” She gasped, and they nodded. “I don’t believe it! Is that you? You were in stasis too… I had only heard rumors. I can’t believe you are here!”

She warmly embraced the two women as she stepped back, the old banter between them going a mile a minute between them as they talked with excitedly with each other.

“…Yea, we were with a second group, Seth here is the leader.” Melinda said, “Amanda and Manual here are also part of the group, we are only part of the few who made it though.”

“So I heard.” Angie replied, they took a seat and as they began chatting informally. Nearby they were being shadowed by the officer from the future, but also by the Cybertron who had now been beamed to the memorial and were on station, waiting.

Meanwhile, Seth sat alone nearby, staring out across at the sunset, the ocean, and the beginning of stars that now twinkled in the darkening sky. He sat listening to the thunder of the ocean that boomed in the distance, as waves struck the shore, making a fine cool mist swirl about him as he sat deep in thought. The young officer did not partake too much as the party continued, staying alone and staring off at the fading sunset as he felt the pain in his guts. His face carried a hard look, as the sting of the cold wind struck his face, and did not hear the Yamato crew tell the stories of their adventures in space. The young Major had not been blamed for their mishap or their jump in time. He had just preferred to be alone and wanted to prepare himself for the mission at hand ahead of him. He was trying to stay objective and focused on the assignment that was given to him and he took very seriously.

Sitting at the memorial with the Yamato crew, Angie and the others caught up on old times, glad to see each other after a very long time, all very unaware of both projects that had been kept secret from each other. Captain Stethem was amazed by the information and peered at her friends in admiration that they would undertake something so dangerous during bad times in the world. Ms. Stethem thought of Nathaniel, whom she did not dare mention, and who was at his ship, the Heavy Cruiser, S.S. Kosheo located at the Dry Docks here on Earth right now. Whom she had met when it was the preliminary screenings for the mission and many of their friends who stepped forward from his class in the west and many from the east to volunteer for stasis. Many who had perished because of the terrorism and betrayal of the project to kill many of them off even before being actually placed in stasis.

As Seth watched the sunset he did not notice Nova Wildstar who had wandered over toward him. She peered at the Major and frowned at him as she stood beside him.

“Excuse me Major. Please come back and partake of the conversation.” She told him, and a moment later, Seth felt a hand placed on his shoulders. The Major, surprised by the presence, half-turned to regard her standing over him as he sat at the sea wall of the memorial.

“I want to be alone. I just don't feel like being sociable right now Lieutenant, with apologies to your friends of course.” He replied dully, “But a nobler part of me lies there at those graves.”

Nova glanced at the memorial in pain.

“I know your pain, and understand.” She said quietly, “I lost a good man here on the last mission, Mark Venture. He was my first love as was she to you. He died protecting us all on Yamato, in the line of duty. Remember that, she died in the line of duty for your project.”

Nova paused before continuing, noting his surprised expression and here she nodded.

“Even worse for Derick, myself and the others, that Avatar, who was as a father to us all had to die again. It was even after we thought him dead, coming home from our very first mission to Iscandar. You are not to blame for something that happened centuries ago, and because of something that was tend to malfunction. You are blameless, you should forgive those who left you there and forgive yourself…”

Seth nodded,

“I know. I read about your exploits.” He replied, dully.

“Then, we are the same, you and I. Your team and the Star Force are the same.” She continued, “What you need to do is to forgive yourself for what penance you feel you must face, also to just accept, remember, and move forward.”

Nova paused, seeing his astonishment and then a look of bewilderment.

“Very wise,” He admitted gravely, “Now I need to just forgive myself.”

“Exactly.” She replied, “You need to find forgiveness inside yourself in order to set you free.”

Nova smiled at him as she turned and walked back toward the others. As he watched her go, he saw something on the other side of the memorial that caught his eye. A gleam of metal appeared from the bushes near the party and Seth's gaze moved from the metal gleam, to Nova then back to it. It went back and forth several times quickly, and he realized he saw a potential threat against the young woman. He saw it was the barrel of a weapon.

“Holy shit…! A gun barrel,” Seth breathed, seeing a shadowy figure in the scrub bushes and with what appeared to be a rifle of some sort. The shooter was taking aim at the young wife of Derick Wildstar.

"Oh no you don't, I don't think so.” He thought, drawing his Astro-Automatic pistol, and leaped over the pillar to charge toward her.

Startled, the other stasis crew, and Yamato crew, looked up in astonishment at Seth charging toward them. Both groups noted his weapon was drawn and they quickly rose to their feet in confusion. Derick Wildstar's gaze went from him to Nova and back again. Seth seemed to be traveling in slow motion as Derick's gaze bounced between them, and he tried to decipher why Seth was running toward his wife with his weapon drawn.

“Nova…! GET DOWN…!”' Seth was shouting, running full speed at young Nova Wildstar.

Derick sprung instantly into action, moving toward the Major who charging toward his wife, not sure what was going on and tried to intercept him.

“AHHHHHHHH…!” Seth yelled as he charged, and he lunged across the path of Nova as two shots rang out simultaneously. There was a ricochet as the bolt had gone wide. Seth felt his body collide with the young woman as he knocked Nova clear. On the other side, Nova felt the push, hearing the shot, and see her husband just miss grabbing the young officer. Derick's hand had lanced out, just brushing his uniform as Seth crossed her path and saw the young man stiffen as he saw a bolt pass by him. When the ricochet had sounded, the Major heard her gasp loudly. He smiled, knowing he had protected her and time seem to pause for a moment as events were changed forever.

“Success…!” Seth thought as Nova yelped in alarm as he flew past, hitting the ground with a hard thud. He rolled twice and returned two shots. The shots had streaked across the memorial and hit their target in the bushes. A robotic figure fell from the bushes. Everyone turned, seeing the two robotic creatures fall from the bushes as smoke billowed over the memorial like a thick blanket. His action had been swift, and a few seconds had passed as his shots had rang out to his now crouching on the ground. Nova sat on the ground, looking up in fear.

“Oh my god…!” Nova gasped, "What on earth was that about?"

The others, especially her husband, turned horrified. He was confused what was happening.

“Derick!” She stammered and fainted onto the ground.

“What the hell?” Derick replied, turning to catch her as she fainted. He lowered her onto the ground. The young officer stared at her

“Nova…!” He said, “NOVA!”

The young woman lay motionless, and he panicked when she did not respond.

“Doctor Sane,” Wildstar exclaimed, “I think Nova has been hit!”

Sane was beside her in a heartbeat.

“What the...” Sane gasped, staring wide eyed at her. Laser fire erupted from all directions around them. Seth staggered to his feet, and ducked behind a tombstone. He began shooting, cut off from the others.

“AMBUSH…!” Wildstar shouted, as a cross fire appeared from all sides. The Yamato crew took cover, returning the fire and trying desperately to keep from being shot. Explosions thundered around them as the claymore mines were detonated by the Cyberton robots. Everyone present peered at the explosions as they thundered around them.

“Damn, pinned down in a cross fire.” Derick thought, watching as automatic laser fire lanced out. “This is not exactly what I had in mind and who the hell set claymores at the memorial?”

He turned to Sane who was kneeling at her side.

“How is she doctor Sane?” Wildstar asked, and he looked up as the young chief returned the fire.

“She is just fine.” Sane reported, “She has only fainted. Your wife and child are still okay.”

He pulled her unconscious body close to the tombstone.

Nova opened her eyes, jolted by the smelling salts from his kit, and turned her head. She looked at the young Major nearby, as laser shots streaked across the wide expanse.

Melinda and the others stared at the figure standing across from them, ducking and dodging and he stood taking fire as shots struck him. He was shooting back, and picking off the robots from the future one by one. He had appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost, and was taking heavy fire from their enemy.

“Who the hell is that?” Melinda asked, glancing at the others. Amy shrugged.

“I don’t care who it is, give him some cover!” Seth shouted, as he rose up and dropped several Cybertron, jumping a tombstone and running toward the figure. Manual was with him, at his side. Their pistols echoed across the memorial as they shot back at the Cybertron. Automatic laser fire ricochet across the memorial as the Major ran toward the memorial, dodging the fire and diving behind another tombstones next to Angie.

“You okay, Captain?” Seth asked, and she nodded. He grunted as he peeked out and continued shooting back blindly. He rolled out toward the Cybertron and the stranger who stood fighting it out on the granite threshold. Explosions and smoke blanketed the memorial, masking the memorial as laser fire could be seen darting across the memorial. One by one, the officer of the future fought, and dropped the enemy. When it was all done, the the stranger knelt on one knee in the now silent memorial as thick smoke billowed around him from the littered and sparking remains of the robots of the future. The officer of the future gathered himself up, the pain unbearable from his wounds, and staggered to his feet. The officer leaned against a nearby pillar lining the walkway as Astro-fighters rocketed overhead and troops came running toward the memorial. Slowly everyone stood. Wildstar glanced at his wife who lay next to a kneeling Doctor Sane beside her.

“It's over.” Wildstar said to his wife. “Nova, are you alright?”

She slowly opened her eyes, meeting her husband's loving eyes.

“I'm okay Derick.” She whispered, “I did not get hit. Find whoever it was that won this fight and Seth too… Please find him… He saved my life.”

“Don't worry we will.” Replied her husband, but he stayed beside her.

“You just rest.” Sane instructed, and he was on his feet as a silent wind whipped across the memorial, clearing clear the smoke that covered it like a fog. He quickly moved about the memorial, finding the other Yamato members. He found Dash, Conroy, Eager and Homer. He found the chief and Thomas Orion. He then found each stasis member, with exception to Seth. After five minutes, the stasis volunteers stood up, rattled and confused by the battle that had raged here. Sane went to work as the wounded were brought to one place and he checked them over.

Fortunately only a couple of the Yamato crew had been clipped by the fire and were checked over by Sane. Unfortunately Manual had been shot in the shoulder, as had Angie. Amy, Melinda, Amanda had been fortunate to duck when the fire had started and each one had returned fire to drop a few of the robots also.

Melinda's eyes darted to the bushes, as did the others standing over Manual who lay on the ground as Amanda tended his wound. She put a pressure bandage on it, ripped from the bloody uniform sleeve. A Yamato crew member knelt beside Angie as she lay on the deck, and he held her down.

“Holy cow, what the hell was that about?” asked Amanda and the two other young women only shrugged.

“Who was that stranger?” gasped the dark haired woman, remembering it was he, who had won this battle.

“I don’t know.” Amanda said, “But I think Seth knew him.”

“Yea, but where is Seth?” Melinda asked, and she turned to shout his name. She rose and started looking around the memorial. Amanda's eyes fell upon the tombstone where Seth had been ducking behind as the firefight was going on, and seeing the marks of shots streaking the cement tombstones.

“Oh my god,” Amy stammered as she turned her head, also scanning the memorial through the smoke that billowed upward into the sky. Melinda was already on her feet and Amy was too, moving out and around the memorial looking for their comrade as a landing craft ripped across the memorial. It landed nearby and a platoon of Marines appeared, followed by a young officer leading them. He shouted orders.

“A little late,” Derick muttered under his breath and he met a smile from Nova who giggled at the sentiment. He nodded, as she lay back, relaxing from the meds Sane had given to settle her down for a moment.

“Is everyone all right?” The officer asked, and Wildstar rose up as he approached with Commander McDonald.

“We've got wounded, sir. We need a medic over here to assist Doctor Sane. We need to get them out of here, as soon as possible.” Derick told him, “We were ambushed by a new enemy. There might be more out there.”

“Rally your men Lieutenant and be careful.” She ordered and the young officer nodded.

Wildstar returned to Nova’s side and slowly helped her to stand. He scanning the memorial as she silently nodded to Manual and Amanda, who approached them.

Meanwhile Melinda had been shouting for Seth, walking to the far side of the memorial. Amy had taken the closer side, but there was no sign of him. They could barely see, with the thick smoke still clearing by the wind, and his fellow stasis member becoming more panicked as they continued their search.

It was here that Nova realized what had happened, and what had been done. A strange officer had given himself to save her and the others. She watched as Melinda walked through the smoke that billowed across through the memorial and on the other side was Amy. The young women were getting frantic now as they called Seth's name and got no answer. Melinda and Amy kept looking, scouring the memorial through the sparking remains of the robots that had been destroyed. When Melinda finally saw the shadow of her friend, a second later through the smoke, a wave of relief fell upon her. The young dark-skinned woman's gaze fell upon the Major sitting on the ground. He was alive and well, seated next to the stranger that had saved Seth from certain death initially when he had saved Nova.

“Seth!” Melinda exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

She ran toward him, pausing briefly when she saw the blood on his tunic, but she embraced him anyway.

“Jesus, you’re hurt Seth!” Melinda gasped, and he waved his hand.

“I’m alright, Melinda.” He stammered, gritting his teeth, “But this man needs some help, I just couldn’t call for help, or catch my breath for some reason.”

Melinda examined Seth, and saw he was hit in the upper chest near the shoulder.

“Oh my God… You're hit in the chest Seth. Just sit there a relax a second.” The young woman exclaimed as she put a hand on his shoulder and turned to raised her arm. She waved at the medics nearby.

“OVER HERE!” Melinda shouted, “MEDIC! Please come quickly, I found them!”

Melinda turned to the other man, sprawled out on his back, lying in a pool of his own blood, pale, waxen and immobile. The young woman stared at him for a long time as Amy ran from the other side of the memorial. The medic joined them both and they all knelt beside the officer and Seth. They all looked on horrified at the wounded man who lay bleeding on the ground.

“Oh my god…!” Amy gasped, peering at the familiar face.

“It’s… N-Nathaniel Miller?” Melinda gasped and Amy did too. They stared at the grizzled, recovered face, thanks to Falora aboard the Clouds, and very astonished he was here too.

“Doctor SANE…!” The medic shouted, and a few moments later, the doctor was at his side with Nova. The good doctor had smiled at first, when seeing him, but it quickly faded becoming a grimace.

“Oh my god,” He murmured quietly and shook his head in disbelief.

Nova gasped. She recognized it as the young officer of the past that she herself had spoken to an hour ago. An officer who was supposedly busy working at the docks, repairing his ship per his orders by its Captain and who had said he would be along later. Miss Wildstar did not understand why he, was wearing a Space Marines uniform, and why he had come to the memorial dressed in battle armor.

She knelt beside him.

Mitty had walked up to gasp, staring at the young officer, her new friend whom she had welcomed into the new century. She was stunned that he lay in a pool of his own blood. The young Commander put her hand to her mouth in overwhelmed silence. Even the Commander, the General's aide wondered why he was wearing a different uniform.

“Is he alive, Doctor Sane?” Nova asked and Sane nodded his head.

The officer of the slight future opened his eyes slowly, and his absent stare met their faces, before it found the blue sky. Nova, the two-stasis personnel began weeping, tearing up at the sight of blood that pooled around him.

“Fortunately for him, yes, but not for long Nova, we must get him to the hospital at once.” Sane replied, “He has already lost quite a bit of blood.”

Sane began to examine the young officer and noted the hole in his chest, just below the breastbone of the rib cage.

“Give me your medical bag.” Sane told the medic and silently the medic handed him the bag. Sane pulled out the contents and began applying compress pressure bandages. Nova helped him.

“What happened here, Chief?” asked the Marine Commander and Derick shrugged, stepping back as he pulled the officer aside. Mitty was standing with him.

“It looks like we have a new enemy. We were here at the memorial paying our respects and were attacked.” He said, “As you can see, Lieutenant it is some sort of robot. We must inform the Earth Defense Commander at once.”

The young officer nodded and he signaled to a young corporal who had a radio. Shouting orders, the marine platoon dispersed and took up flanking positions. A medic helped Manual, Angie, and a couple of Yamato crew to the rescue ship. It rocketed off into the sky a moment later. Marines scoured the memorial, taking up protecting positions, as a full medical team arrived from another ship that landed. Doctor Sane sat over the officer as they came to his side.

“What's going on Doctor Sane?” asked another young Medic and the doctor nodded toward the young officer.

“This man needs immediate attention, and can't be moved out of here!” He replied, “Give me a hand to at least make him stable before we attempt to move him.”

Mitty turned, grimacing again at the blood.

“Doctor Sane, will he make it?” She asked, as her eyes teared up. Mitty stared at the young man who had been through their office not long ago, beside Angie, who both had been decorated by General Singleton for their heroism in the line of duty during the Dinguil Campaign.

“He's hit in the mid chest, and I think it has nicked the heart. Also he has several hits to the mid abdomen.” Sane said, cutting away the tunic, “I was trying to stabilize him. This does not look very promising but at the moment, until I can examine him more, I would make him as comfortable as we can.”

Sane worked with the young medic and glanced at Melinda and Amy who had tears in their eyes as they watched the hero of Earth, their old friend dying.

“Don't look so worried, he will be all right. I do not think he is in that bad in shape. I have seen much, much, worse.” Sane told them. He cut into the tunic and exposed the wound and grimaced at the wound in the downed officer's chest. Nova continued to kneel beside the young man and the doctor, assisting him in field dressing the officer's wounds. They were much worse than he had ever seen and even Sane gasped loudly.

“Oh, Dear God,” He murmured and Nova, with tears in her eyes turned to meet his stunned expression.

“How can he be alright Doctor Sane?” Nova asked, still fighting back the tears.

Sane grimaced, as he set to work, working fast to patch him up quickly. “We'll suture him up… To at least stabilize him and keep him alive,” Sane murmured, “Then we must get him to the hospital at once.”

Sane met Nova's questioning with an hard expression.

“Don't tell them yet.” He instructed Nova, “I don't know how bad the damage is, it could be much worse.”

The Lieutenant Commander, from the future, lying on the ground, stared up absently at the blue sky above him and already knowing he was wounded badly. The young officer knew he did not have long to live and strangely he found himself not afraid of dying. He had succeeded at his task and had saved Seth, changing time as they all knew it. He thought of Angie back in his own time, six months from now and pregnant with his child. A happy event that he would never see because of this sacrifice in which the time stream ceased to exist. His eyes focused on the Doctor and Nova as he relaxed and closed them.

“Doctor we've lost a pulse.” The medic cried out. Sane's head, as well as everyone who remained here, had turned in alarm. The doctor's resolve was immediate, and his fist struck the wounded officer of the future’s chest in frustration. The others stood around him and watched as Sane desperately worked on him, pressing his hands on this chest.

“Come on.” He said, “We can't let you die like this.”

The young man gasped a sharp breath in response.

“No pulse Doctor…” The medic's heavy voice told him, as the future officer exhaled sharply again.

“Come on, another one like that.” Sane snapped, and again, his fist struck the Major of the future’s chest. The Doctor began doing CPR compression on his chest, over his heart, just as another rescue craft landed at the memorial. It was the longest agonizing moment they had ever encountered when the medic had announced that the young officer's heart stopped. It was like moving in slow motion, as they clustered around him as Sane pounded his chest several times.

“We have something Doctor Sane.” The Medic said, and everyone let out an exasperated breath.

“Jesus, his pulse rate must be over two hundred.” The medic observed and Sane nodded.

“Get that litter over here, stat!” He ordered, and four men lifted him into it.

Nova and the stasis crew were weeping, as five soldiers and Sane himself lifted him on the litter to carry him to a waiting transport. As Amy, Melinda, and Amanda stood watching the trio frowned when they overheard the comments made by the other Yamato crew.

“This is a hell of a way to start a mission.” Homer said.

“Yeah, that's for sure.” Orion replied and even Melinda nodded in silent agreement at the sentiment spoken by the Yamato crew.

All hell had broken loose in a sacred place and yet had been won by one man whose very life hung on the balance.

She watched as the Rescue craft headed toward the city and containing their one friend that they had not seen in two hundred years, alive and well. Not knowing, however, he was from the future a few months and had succeeded in changing the time stream by saving Seth and the Yamato crew from certain death. She ran to another waiting landing craft with the Yamato Crew, the remaining stasis crew, the Commander’s Aide and the Marines. They all were being taken back to the base for debriefing, despite the Yamato crew and stasis crew had technically been off-duty during this attack. On the transport, Melinda and Amy sat with the Yamato crew and Commander McDonald in silence, their thoughts of what they had seen at the memorial.

All three of them realized they had many questions and no answers why Nathaniel had appeared out of nowhere, wearing a battle-armor and had come to the memorial armed with ground assault weapons. They did not understand why he was clad in a Space Marines uniform rather than the Space Corps uniform he would wear on board ship and wondered if he somehow knew everything that happened before hand at the memorial. As they rode the transport back to Federal city, their murmured conversation had been about the officer of the future.

“He should be at the docks, and and should be working on his ship.” Nova murmured, “He shouldn't have been dressed for battle or saving everyone at the memorial. I wonder...”

She honestly did not know or have an answer, being too many questions and too few answers to explain the heroic save by the officer of the past.

She sensed something was not right about the officer who was on his way to the hospital in Federal City/New Tokyo.

Time had been restored and protected. Now the only thing to do was go out to Aquarius and destroy it, finishing the job again to win the battle and protect Earth from ambush by the Cybertron Empire. Led by Seth himself, in which a team gathered, and would report at sixteen hundred hours tomorrow at the EDC Headquarters. Thanks to a Hero of the future who had risked the winds of time to be here.

Nevertheless, the battle was only beginning.

To be continued…

Episode Seven: Future Echoes/Epilogue - Part One

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