Time Travel Chronicles Part I

Chapter 8

Angie listened intently to what the flat aliens had to say because they were the only people who understood what the hell was going on. 

"We have installed four automatic temporal locks around Earth," Barnes said. "It will prevent any incursions into the past. The Galactic Union member planets are doing the same thing." 

"That's great," Angie said. "I am taking the fleet into the parallel universe that we last encountered the Mysterious aliens." 

"They may not be there, ma'am. They are a nomadic species." 

"I will not be surprised if they've moved on, but we have no choice." 

"We understand, ma'am." 

"What I want you to do is work on a way to communicate across parallel universe boundaries." 

"We will get right on it, ma'am," Barnes said. 

"Thank you," Angie said, adding a smile for reinforcement. 

After the flat aliens left her office, Angie's COM lit up with an incoming request from Rosie. 

"Hello, Rosie, what's happening?" 

"I just wanted to tell you that the Council is pleased that you were able to repair a temporal attack. They are grateful for your new technology to prevent temporal attacks." 

"Thank you, Rosie. I am taking my fleet out to hunt down those who are responsible." 

"Good luck on your mission. If you need help, give us a yell, to use one of your colloquialisms." 

Angie smiled. "I will, Rosie." 

The COM dropped. 

"Who was that?" Marty asked as he entered the office. 

"That was Rosie telling me that the Council is happy with what we did." 

"I'm sure they were, but they still want to torment you." 

"After what has happened, I'm sure they're really frightened of me." 

"As they should," Marty said. "They're not being straight with us humans."

"We humans are no longer human," Angie said. "We are Cyborg."

"Even more the reason to fear us." 

"Agreed, dear." 

Later on the main assembly deck of Omega Station, Angie floated above her crews as they assembled to board their assigned ships. "We are going out to end this temporal war, which threatens all of us. We will consider any Mysterious alien, the enemy. They must be made to understand that we are serious and will not tolerate attacks on our timeline. No one has any business trying to change the past. We did it to repair the damage of unprovoked attacks, so, board your assigned ship and prepare for a parallel jump." 

She disappeared, but nobody became alarmed. Her crews expected it. Having a god to protect and nurture them assured and calmed each and every one of them, and a little demonstrations of their god's power was welcomed by all. 

By the time Marty made it to the X-9001's command deck, he found Angie, the flat aliens, George, and Karl already there. 

"Glad you could make it, dear." 

"I can't transport like you, Angie." 

"Actually, you can, dear. I've given you and Lia that power." 

"You're kidding me, right?" 

"No, dear. All you have to do is think of where you want to go and you'll be there." 

He stared in disbelief at her for a moment before closing his eyes to visualize his quarters. 

When he found himself there, his reaction was expected. "Holy shit!" 

He appeared back on the command deck with a sheepish look on his handsome face. "Forgive me for doubting you." 

"That's okay, dear. Lia reacted the same way." 

"But, why?" 

"It's a gift, dear. As they say: don't look a gift horse in the mouth." 

"An ancient proverb," Marty said. "From a jockey no doubt."

"We are ready to jump, Angie." 

"Good. Coordinate through Barnes, Delphi." 

"Yes, Angie." 

Everybody settled in for an unsettling process.