Tama of Tomeowrrow

Demon Showdown

"Code 1-3-1! Code 1-3-1!" Nate shouted as he rushed onto the bridge.

I meowed and hopped onto the center console, Meow? What happened?

"All hands on the bridge!" Nate exclaimed.

"What's going on?" Sara asked as she, Nyssa, and Ava emerged from her office.

"Yeah, I gotta get back to 'Lord of the Rings,'" Mick said, glancing up from his book.

"You read?" Ava asked, clearly surprised. Mick grumbled in response.

"Code 1-3-1? Come on, guys, I wrote a whole memo on this!" Nate huffed.

"Yeah, nobody read it," Sara shrugged.

"I did!" Ray raised his hand enthusiastically. "Thank you, Ray," Nate said with relief.

"Pancakes for breakfast?" Ray smiled widely.

"No, 1-3-1 is not—wait, is it?" Nate frowned, realizing the mix-up.

"Yeah. Does that mean no pancakes?" Ray's enthusiasm waned. "Anyway, I wrote a song to help us remember all the codes. It goes like this. From the top! ♪ If the code is 1-1-1 ♪ ♪ Mallus escaped the time dungeon ♪ ♪ If the code is 1-1-2... ♪" Ray began to sing, much to the bewilderment of everyone else on the bridge.

"All right, Nate, just tell us," Sara cut off Ray's song.

"Someone stole the jumpship," Nate said urgently.

He looked around, noticing something missing. "Where's Amaya?"

"Uh, according to the jumpship logs, she's in Zambesi, 1992. Right before the warlords destroyed her village," Zari said, pulling up the logs.

"And she dies. The old her, that is," Nate added.

The ship shook and rumbled, making me clutch the console for stability.

"Whoa, the temporal zone is getting real choppy," Wally said, bracing himself against the console.

"Yeah, the timeline was crumbling even before Amaya decided to change history," Ray said. "If that happens, the Darhks will be able to free their demon."

"Oh, well, I'd better get back to my movie," Mick said casually.

"And we better stop Amaya before she does something reckless. Gideon, plot a course for—" Sara started to command.

"Pardon me, Captain Lance, but we are receiving an urgent call from Mr. Hunter," Gideon interrupted.

"You good?" Sara asked Ava, noticing her tense expression. Ava nodded, but her concern was evident.

"Gideon, put him on," Sara instructed.

The transmission crackled to life. "The Bureau needs backup. Grodd's going after Barry," Rip said urgently.

SHIP RUMBLES The ship shook violently, causing everyone to brace themselves.

"Well, that explains the time turbulence. The Flash is always in trouble. It's kind of his thing," Wally said with a nervous laugh.

"Not that particular Barry," Rip replied, shaking his head.

The ship lurched again, even more violently, as the time cracks worsened.

"Alright, people, we're dealing with two anachronisms now—Zambesi and young Obama. Wally, Nate, Tama, I want you guys to go talk some sense into Amaya," Sara said, her voice resolute.

"What if I use my temporal simulator to find some loophole that Amaya can use to help save Zambesi?" Zari suggested.

"All right, do it," Sara sighed, "The rest of us, we're on Obamacare."