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Things moved more quickly after that. The group were quickly rounded up by very serious looking men, carrying various antique looking firearms and herded into the mist of the supposed friendly convoy of armored vehicles. Jack was, of course, quickly hurried off to the medics, with his new robotic best friend trailing along to help them.

Almost everyone else was conveyed to their commanding officer; who was, as promised, a John Baylor, who was deep in conference with Lt. Col. Star, both of whom were trying very hard to ignore the antics and input of the Hawaiian shirt clad clown version of Baylor Eric had hit.

Rivers was darnright disturbed; one Bylor was enough to make him uneasy, but two? That was unsettling. He growled toward Chevalier who was still next to him;

"I bet, I'm not supposed to hit that one either am I?"

"Considering the fact that he saved our rear ends, no, that wouldn't be particularly prudent," responded Chevalier. "I never did catch your name, by the way."

"Eric Rivers," he said while holding out his hand.

Chevalier shook Rivers' hand (while making sure not to fry it with her battlescreen or crush it). "Gabrielle Chevalier.

Rivers and Chevalier's introduction was interrupted, however, by the appearance of Baylor and his men, who promptly rushed them to their respective vehicles.

"I want Blondie, C-3PO, and the Odd Couple," I said, pointing at the injured metahuman, his robot companion, and the two soaked and self-absorbed techie-types, "in the lead HMMWV. Lady from Ghost in the Shell, Brother, Sister, Quail," I continued, point at the woman wielding tech that used tech millenia advanced and the creepy Epic Quail Trio (As I was now determined to call them), "you get next car."

"Lady from Ghost in the Shell? Epic Quail Trio? The Tyrax?! thought Chevalier as she boarded her car. Jesus, Sam would have had a field day if he was here.
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Soon enough, the lightshow in the sky was over. It had been a brilliant display of beam weaponry, and the multiple explosions of the bombs it had intercepted looked like fireworks. Sure, it hadn't been quite as epic and breathtaking as the weaponry the Yithians had desperately used in their war against the flying polyps, but it had still been pretty cool.

Justinian blinked for a bit, before he turned away from the window. He caught sight of Rasa, who was glaring suspiciously at the other people in the vehicle they now occupied. He ignored them for a while and focused on her. Sensing his eyes on her, she turned and looked up at him expectantly. He leaned forward to get a good look at her face, causing her to blink in a puzzled manner.

"Hm," he finally said after a long moment of staring at her, "Nope, just don't see it."

"See what?" the girl inquired in Mandarin Chinese.

"Any family resemblance," his reply was in the same language, "The man who looked like the one that started driving our tank called us brother and sister. I just don't see it."

Rasa's head cocked to one side ever so slightly, "I'm not your sister."

"Obviously." Justinian answered matter-of-factly. Although, after a theatrical rub on his chin, he added, "Well, maybe. But I think not. But but, it's still possible since I don't really have any memory of my childhood. But but but, I'm not Chinese. But but but BUT, your dad wasn't either..."

The boy trailed off. He'd finally noticed that the other two people in the car, who were both occupying the front seats, were looking at them using the rear view mirror. One, the driver, kept shooting confused and somewhat suspicious looks at the both of them. The other, the lady decked-out in the high-tech gadgetry, was keeping a wary eye on the both of them. Her gaze, in particular, seemed to focus on Rasa's shadow every so often.

The boy smiled and waved cheerfully at them. It never hurt to be friendly after all.

"Hi!" he cheerfully greeted the driver in English.

Looking over at the lady, he greeted her with: "Hello, that's a nifty looking suit you have."

As with the driver, he greeted her in her native language. It was some form of future offshoot of French. Not one that existed in his universe, as far as he knew, but it was pleasant sounding enough. The woman's eyes widened, apparently surprised at hearing him talk to her in her native language. He got that sometimes, and he always wondered why. As far as he knew, he always spoke to someone in their native language. It was only polite. For some reason, though, people sometimes found that surprising.

He shrugged. People were weird like that.


OOC: Just a short post to link my previous post with recent ones. And, well, I also kinda wondered how Chevalier (or anyone really) would react to someone who looks like they shouldn't know how to speak in her native language but somehow greets her in a perfect rendition of it.
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Sitting in the front seat of the car, Chevalier couldn't help but keep looking at the two children and their pet bird from the rear view mirror. Through some way, they had managed to summon (or maybe transform?) a create of such power that it was able to singlehandedly defeat an entire armored column and air support before using what Chevalier could only guess as being some sort of psionic ability to eliminate the rest. Chevalier had seen many strange things throughout her career, including those famed Outside Context Problems that were seemingly impossible to comprehend, and these kids definitely qualified for that category.

Curious, Chevalier did a scan of all three. What he discovered made her considerably more unsettled. Though they looked human, there was something else to them that was impossible to identify. That was particularly the most unsettling thing of all, as Chevalier's scanners were designed to be able to scan things down to the quantum level, as well as detect more unique phenomena, such as psychics. While her scanners were capable of detecting the signature of a particularly powerful psychic from the bird (which intrigued Chevalier considerably), the only thing her scanners were reporting back to her in the case of the kids was 'UNKOWN'.

Shaking off her focus on the kids, Chevalier removed her helmet and let her rich, brown hair flow freely as he reclined in her seat and meditated on the situation. Her concentration, however, was shattered when he heard the boy, in Chevalier's native tongue, say, "Hello, that's a nifty looking suit you have."

Chevalier's eyes widened as she glanced over the boy. "How do you know Imperial Basic?" she asked. Imperial Basic was the ultimate evolution of the French language in the Empire. The end result of the merging of French, Dutch, German, Italian, and a slew of other languages that could be found in the colonies of the Third Empire, Imperial Basic was formed in 2719 as a way to unify the various human and alien cultures found throughout France. While the language is commonly spoken among the peoples of France (and used primarily by the government and military for simplicity), it could never replace the countless regional and planetary languages that can be found and heard throughout the Empire.

Normally, Chevalier wouldn't have been concerned by someone speaking to her in her lingua franca. The fact that a boy who, by all intents and purposes, should not have a clue as to how her language is spoken, spoke to her in perfect Imperial Basic made her both very curious and suspicious.
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"How do you know Imperial Basic?" the woman asked them. Her surprise was now tempered with quite some suspicion.

"That's what it's called, huh? Hm, how very... well, Imperial." Justinian said. "And, I dunno."

"What do you mean you don't know?" she demanded, fully turning toward him now.

"I dunno," the boy repeated, "I just know."

"It's a simple question," she said, beginning to show signs of impatience, "So no word games. How do you know Imperial Basic?"

At her tone, Rasa clutched Justinian closer. The girl's expression was fierce, which was accentuated by her shadow swirling around her and the boy she was clinging to almost possessively. In response, Gabrielle's grip tightened around her weapons. At the same time, her sensors told her that a large psionic spike was building up around the bird. Beside her, the driver was starting to look especially nervous. The poor man was obviously sweating, his eyes nervously darting from passenger to passenger.

"Hey, none of that," Justinian chided his companions lightly. He turned to face Chevalier again, he was still smiling.

"I mean I dunno how I know how to speak it," he said, scratching the back of his head almost sheepishly, "I just know."

"I see..." Chevalier replied, looking at the boy closely. She scrutinized his face, body language, and what biosigns her sensors could pick up. She was looking for the slightest sign of deception on the boy's part.

All she could see was an apparently earnestly smiling and quite calmly composed young boy. A boy who was either the most accomplished liar in several universes, or someone being completely honest with her. Either way, she was disconcerted. On one hand, she might be in the company of children with frankly unexplainable abilities whose nature and motives she couldn't reliably gauge. On the other, she might be in the company of children with frankly unexplainable abilities who did not really understand said abilities. Neither possibility was comforting in the slightest. Then there was the matter of the powerful psychic signature coming from what looked to be a species of quail extinct for centuries in her universe.

She let out a sigh. What other weirdness might this day yet yield?
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Animus, River, Phantasm, and Annava went into the APC that was "One Down" and took their seats.

"So much is happening today." Captain Animus rubbed his face together. "We were purchasing an awesome shipment of anti-communist weapon system from the Orlian Defense Contractor in order to sell it to a proto-industrial revolution alien race for when the time comes when their Karl Marx starts being a pesky journalist, and next thing I know, me and Omicron 70 are here in the past, in a different effing reality." Annava just patted his shoulder.

"Oh don't worry. With all of us, our equipment and skills could easily pummel out any military here." Annava then frowned. "Unless.."

"Unless?"

"...what if our rules of reality differ? What if this place is a place where tanks are the leading causes of deaths and two shots can easily take someone out? Like, all of my supersoldier hybrid powers nullified by the super-grimdark atmosphere and reality here? That would be a problem." Animus nodded as he took a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

"I hope not." He said. It was quiet for a while, with River and Phantasm not saying anything for quite a bit. Then he felt himself lifted up by the collar. "What the..."

Annava had a strange look on her face as her knuckles lifted him up. "What the hell is wrong with you, Annava?!" Animus shouted.

"I just realized something. Monotowe's Star Wars?! Who the hell is CJ Monotowe? What about George Lucas?" Annava snarled.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Animus winced as he tried to pry her fingers from his throat.

"That Hawaiian shirt Baylor said something about Star Wars and Monotowe's. I didn't realize it until now, and that just sounds wrong." Animus winced. Note: She has a Star Wars berserk button.

"Maybe it's just a remake. You know how the future is with all the remakes of Old Yeller and the 45 remakes of Star Trek." Annava gave a sigh and slowly placed Animus down before sitting next to him, arms crossed.

"Maybe." Her voice was quite scary.
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Eric settled himself into one of the APC's seats. The military vehicle was not that different from vehicles at home; stark, utilitarian and bare. Built for protection and reliability and not much else. Whatever universe you were in it seemed that the dictates of pragmatism were all the same.

Still his companions seemed odd. Odd in the way one seemed inordinately concerned with which director got the credit for 'Star Wars' (Which to Eric was a low budget reality TV show where minor celebrities took part in mock battles) Considering they had all been displaced from their home dimensions; TV directorial accomplishments were the kind of thing Eric file under 'secondary concerns' under the asking of questions such as; 'How the hell do I get home?' and the ever popular 'Why am I here?'

Eric narrowed his eyes, in his line of work it was, of course, not uncommon that people would adopt a persona; they would conceal their real intentions beneath a cover of stupidity or of quirky habits; such habits and ticks generally attrached attention to people but only in a way that would mean people would focus on and remember the habits not the person would was affecting them.

Still unless he was very much mistaken; Annava was truely getting quite very angry that this 'George Lucas' who ever he might be was not being recognised as the genius storyteller than he so obviously was.

Eric filed this fact away for later reference and resolved to try and stick with the more reliable people; Col. Star for example who seemed well in the loop; rather than being stashed away with a pair of oddballs.
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Captain Animus rubbed his neck as Annava sat down, grumbling about the integrity of movie producers in universes. He saw the Eric River, man with trenchcoat (or so it seemed) looking at them.

"So, what's your universe like? Any space communist pirates or plucky space parrots?" He then looked at Phantasm, and shuttered. Something about that one seemed...odd at best. Of course, Animus thought as he gave a quick glance at Annava, there will always be weirder.
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"So, what's your universe like? Any space communist pirates or plucky space parrots?" asked the man, who Eric had thus far only heard named as 'Revolver Ocelot' but seeing as he himself was not known as Jaime Foxx he assumed his companion's sobriquets were more of Baylor's so called 'humour'

"I'm afraid It doesn't have... either of those things." Eric replied, wondering what kind of insane universe would have such things. "We do have a criminal underworld run entirely by giant space cats if that makes you feel any better Mr... ? "
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"Yeah," Baylor shrugged as they hauled ass in the Humvees. "That Eric Rivers guy is kind of a dick. I mean, here I am, dropped in your world through some freak interdimensional phenomenon that's getting really old and then the guy just walks right up to me and punches me in the face. For no reason at all, mang."

"Uh-huh," Big Boss Baylor, That Baylor, nodded. "I can't see why he'd do something like that to you."

"Nope. Not at all, right?" Baylor continued. "But he apparently seemed to have confused me with someone. Maybe even with you. But it's not really surprising, to be fair after that last time I ran into myself, I'd probably punch John Baylor in the face too if something funny was up."

Baylor saw That Baylor look at him questioningly with a raised eyebrow and a look that looked like he was saying 'yeah, right, just try it snickt-bub'. But Baylor just grinned, indicating that he was just kidding.

"I'm just kidding," Baylor said disarmingly, leaned back on the Humvee's seat and exhaled sharply.

"Good, since I'd hate having to ruin your good lucks, mang." That Baylor quipped back. Vanilla Baylor grinned at that.

"Anyway," Baylor started after pondering for a (very short) moment. "If Harold isn't here to help bail us out with some cunning plan by reversing the polarity of the neutron flow, then I guess we're not going home in time to snack on Ziggie Eggs," he looked at Tiffany Jones funnily, before turning to That Baylor. "Then I guess we're going to have to find some other way of getting home fast, or getting to the bottom of this even faster so we can still go home fast enough to be in time for Ziggie-Egg-snacking. Am i rite?"

"Sure," That Baylor nodded, unconsciously filtering half of what his transdimensional counterpart was saying - because half of what he was saying really didn't make any sense. "But what's a Ziggie Egg?"

"It's a snack made by lizard men from Zigon Five where they boil the fetus-eggs of Aduk birds," Baylor commented before getting back to his point. "So Major, after we get to Ronald von Reagan International Airport and exfil under the cover of Super Raptors, where'll we be heading afterwards? And how can we avoid Teagle by being airborne, if he's got enough resources to call down goddamn orbital bombardments and hypersonic aerospacestrikes? Do we - and by we, I mean you - even have a contingency in case of extradimensional visitors? This E.T. really would like to phone home and go home in one piece, sir."
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Adam and Leila got into the vehicle with the robot and his badly injured friend.

"Wow..." she looked over the metahuman's body, speaking A'millian. "...I've never seen anyone that bad." No one still alive, anyway.

Adam tried to ignore the awful smell of burned flesh and asked, in English: "Is there anything we can do?"

Leila glanced around and shook her head. "Not here." She switched to English too.

"... where are we anyway?" Adam changed the subject away from their impotence.

The robot - whatever it was called, it certainly was not C-3PO - answered: "I believe that we are all in a reality/time skip. It is the year 2016. We are in Washington, DC, on planet Earth."

"2016 AD..." Adam pondered aloud

"About AW 2260," Leila beat him in finishing the math. "I'm just about to graduate high school."

"So still before the first war. I wonder if RSEA's here?"

"I doubt it," she said, checking her communicator for a signal.

"The timeline seems to have diverged anyway," Adam said, "those lasers wouldn't have been invented yet."

"Indeed."

Adam then glanced over at the robot in there with them, who seemed to just be listening to them. It must be from a parallel timeline too.

"Who are you?" Adam decided to ask. "And from where do you come?"
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"I'm afraid It doesn't have... either of those things." Eric replied, wondering what kind of insane universe would have such things. "We do have a criminal underworld run entirely by giant space cats if that makes you feel any better Mr... ? "
"Captain Daniel Animus of the Merchant Freighter Shark. Mafia space cat titans? Pah, those things were a fad back then. Now it's Mafia Pastafarian-aliens with strange accents and flannel coats. Man, its crazy out there. If it wasn't for my employee Omicron 70, me and my crew would have died on our first run. That robot, no matter how much superstition he has in his metallic head or how much he complains about Bad Mojo blaring inside his Sixth Sense radar, he is the best you could have as a companion. Ironic thing is, he is from an ancient super-race of cultural warrior robots." Animus turned red a bit. "I'm sorry. I should have been courteous and asked for your name, occupation, and dimension, Mr...?"

"Who are you?" Adam decided to ask. "And from where do you come?"
Omicron 70 didn't understand for a minute what the two seemingly looking humans said. For a moment, they switched languages.

"I am Omicron 70, the 17773th of my designation. May I ask who are you, and what do you speak of when you mentioned "First War", "RSEA", and "AW 2260". Though I understand we are from different possibilities, I would like to enhance my information if any understandable communication is to be made between us, as right now I have labeled you under "Human" in my memory bank, and will treat you as so. Is there anything I would need to know?" He then looked at Jack, and dabbed some more disinfection.
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"Adam Sulysi, my wife Leila. We're A'millian, not human, and we're just trying to," he paused for a beat, "place ourselves in history. I can't think of anything else important you need to know right now... interesting you thought we were human though."

"I should be pretty obvious this close," Leila agreed.

"So you've never heard of us?"
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"So you've never heard of us?"
"Amillians? Never heard of them in my 1000 years of existence and information eating. Due to our different realms of existence, the Amillians in my universe might have evolved into something completely different, culturally or physically as there are many humanoid races not necessarily human. Or, their primal stage in history just died away for some more stronger lifeform to take their place. Take your pick." Omicron 70 said frankly as he took snapshots of the two "Amillians" using his eyes and storing them into his memory bank. "And please, explain 'Place ourselves in history.' Are you planning on altering the timeline of this universe?"
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"I'm sorry. I should have been courteous and asked for your name, occupation, and dimension, Mr...?" said Captain Animus.

Eric smilied mirthlessly.

"Eric Rivers, Agent Of PEST, that stands for the Protectorate Extra Sensory Team," Animus' eye brow raised slightly as he acknowledge the implication of that title, "which in the end means, I speciallised in infiltration and other covert operations"
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Heretic wrote:"Amillians? Never heard of them in my 1000 years of existence and information eating.
"Fascinating..."
Due to our different realms of existence, the Amillians in my universe might have evolved into something completely different, culturally or physically as there are many humanoid races not necessarily human. Or, their primal stage in history just died away for some more stronger lifeform to take their place. Take your pick."
The robot continued uninterrupted with Adam and Leila both nodding in agreement.
Omicron 70 said frankly as he took snapshots of the two "Amillians" using his eyes and storing them into his memory bank.
Visible differences from the average human: slightly more pale skin, bigger, more flexible ears, no visible eye whites when looking straight on. Audible: both have feminine sounding voices when speaking their native language, though the male drops to a more human-male like pitch when speaking english. Olfactory: the smell from both is fairly distinct, but subtle.

/infodump
"And please, explain 'Place ourselves in history.' Are you planning on altering the timeline of this universe?"
"That ship has sailed," Leila remarked.

"Yeah, just by being here, we've already changed it. Well, if changing timelines is possible in the first place anyway. But anyway, I just mean we're making sense of the year. A number is just a number. By associating it with historical events, --"

Leila couldn't help but smile at the thought of her high school graduation being a "historical event". It really has been quite a long time though.

" -- we bring intuitive meaning; a meaningful context to the year. That's all."
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"Eric Rivers, Agent Of PEST, that stands for the Protectorate Extra Sensory Team," Animus' eye brow raised slightly as he acknowledge the implication of that title, "which in the end means, I speciallised in infiltration and other covert operations"
"Protectorate Extra Sensory Team, hunh? So kinda like a James Bond mixed with Sargent Market, right?" Captain Animus said. Eric Rivers gave a blank look at Animus when he said Sargent Market. "Oh wait, I doubt your place has that show...Um..." Captain Animus thought carefully, chin touching chest, "Rambo?"
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"Like...Rambo?"

Eric leaned back in his chair, smiling at the comparison.

"If you like, why not?"
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"So, umm.." Annava finally said after she did her muttering, "why are we going to Ronald Reagan International Spacepor...I mean, Airport?" She took out her SAW and start dismantling it on the floor. "More importantly, how long until we get there, cause I haven't cleaned this thing for a whole year. Who knows what sludge and grime is inside." Strangely, the gun seemed so sealed tight that Animus could barely see any grime or dust. And this gun could be dismantled by hand alone.

"What is that gun, anyway?" Captain Animus said intrigued. Once he gets back home, he's gonna hire an engineer and a weaponsmith, and design that type of weapon.

"It's a SAW: Swiss Army Weapon. A modern small arms weapon the size of an ancient M1 Garand, and interchangable weapon systems. It has a standard automatic/burst fire/single fire assault weapon, a sniper rifle with laser-guided pointer up to 5 miles, a flamethrower able to shoot out corrosive acids as well as flames, a grenade launcher able to fire rocket-propelled munitions, and a plain old auto-shotgun." Annava started wiping whatever grime was on the weapon components with her fingers and sucked it into her mouth. Captain Animus, for the second time, almost vomited.

"Even though you are an alien-human hybrid with a stomach of pure iron, it's still disgusting." Animus gagged. Annava just shrugged, and then, puked out black mass. Taking it into her hand, she molded it into three small bars.

"Don't worry, this is as clean as it can get, and my enzymes added some nutrients. Anyone wants to try it? It's good." She said as she held out the black "power bars' she just created. Animus nearly threw up.
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" -- we bring intuitive meaning; a meaningful context to the year. That's all."
"I see." Omicron 70 said as he watched the medics take care of Jack. They seemed a bit nervous, being that a tall robot was watching behind them, a big machete on its back.

"Humans, where are we going?" Omicron 70 asked one particularly nervous young lad. He jumped and squeeked a bit.

"Ronald Reagan International Airport." He quickly said before trying to concentrate on the fried metahuman.

"Why?" Omicron 70 demanded. The medics started sweating.

"You'll have to ask the boss on that one." Omicron 70 nodded and headed to the driver's seat.

"Human!" The driver, in fright, swerved a bit.

"What the hell is going on there?" The radio on the driver's seat barked.

"Umm, sure, the robot surprised me. He wanted something..." The human driver said.

"I want to know why we are going to this Ronald Reagan International Airport." Omicron 70 said to the radio.
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Eric, trying taking his mind off what one of his companions was ingesting and regurgitating looked at the 'Swiss Army Weapon'

"All those different weapons in one gun? Sounds complicated. Must be a bitch to clean and maintain though" He caught an emotional flicker towards the danger sound from the woman, recalling her temper tantrum of something as trivial as a movie, Eric quickly tried to mollify her, " Damn useful though," He pulled out his service pistol; a tiny compact chrome affair, the barrell stretched forward and back from the handle and bullets were mechanically yanked to the rear of the gun. It was a mechanically complex system but extended the barrell length and hence performance. "I was on light duty when this happened; All I've got is this pistol. 4.7mikemike; explosive tipped and armour peircing. Got twelve rounds in the mag and a couple of reloads. After that I'm down to knives and knuckles."
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"A true Secret Infiltration Agent weapon. Want one?" Annava said as she looked at the small gun while holding out the hardened bars. "No?" Then going back to the subject of her gun: "Not really. It's easy to dismantle and reassemble when you remember all the pieces, and the gun is really tough to jam. Think of this as an experimental AK/Mosin Nagant which could also clean itself sometimes. So, you work for any nation or empire?"

"All I got is this revolver which shoots plain old bullets. Despite its antiquity, this sucker saved my ass a couple of times." Captain Animus touched his holster. He then looked at Phantasm.

"And may I ask you who you are?'
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John Baylor, PALE HORSE
Shroom Man 777 wrote:"So Major, after we get to Ronald von Reagan International Airport and exfil under the cover of Super Raptors, where'll we be heading afterwards? And how can we avoid Teagle by being airborne, if he's got enough resources to call down goddamn orbital bombardments and hypersonic aerospacestrikes? Do we - and by we, I mean you - even have a contingency in case of extradimensional visitors? This E.T. really would like to phone home and go home in one piece, sir."
John Baylor's eyes flickered imperceptibly toward Colonel Starr's. Catching his glance, she shrugged. "Look John" she said. "As far as I'm concerned we might as well tell them. I doubt anyone is going to care about breaches of national security for shooting our mouths of about MASADA, not after the other guys tried to blow up D.C."

"Fair point" Baylor frowned. "But even so..."

"Even so what" demanded Tiffany. "What's so bloody important you can't tell a bunch of people from different dimensions?"

Major Baylor's expression took on a pained expression. "Well. There's a place only a few people in America actually know about. In fact only a handful of people in the entire world know about it. It's called XK-MASADA."

"And we're going to this place, on the plane from the airport, yes?" other Baylor injected.

"Not exactly." Starr commented dryly.

"See" the major continued, and he scratched his chin, obviously looking for a way to put this. "It's not actually on this planet."


EDIT: Seems like I got overruled by Mobius... In my own 'verse no less! :D
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Major John Baylor (CSW)
"So Major, after we get to Ronald von Reagan International Airport and exfil under the cover of Super Raptors, where'll we be heading afterwards? And how can we avoid Teagle by being airborne, if he's got enough resources to call down goddamn orbital bombardments and hypersonic aerospacestrikes? Do we - and by we, I mean you - even have a contingency in case of extradimensional visitors? This E.T. really would like to phone home and go home in one piece, sir."
“We’re heading into downtown DC,” I said, grimacing. “Things are going to get pretty hectic, but trust me, we’re not heading there to discourage Teague from hitting civilians.”

“Then why?” asked the redhead.

“Wait,” I said. “I can’t keep going around calling everyone ‘Ginger.’ What’s your name, miss?”

“Tiffany Jones,” she said, inclining her head elegantly.

“Got it. Well, Ms. Jones, our exit path is underneath the Capitol building.”

“No shit,” said Starr, sitting up. “That portal?”

“Wait,” I said, holding up a hand. “I want to savour this moment. I know something dark and conspiracy-like that Alexis Starr doesn’t know.”

She punched me on the arm. My eyes bulged, because getting punched lightly by Alexis is an experience akin to being hit with a tank shell. “Okay, okay,” I said, holding up my hands to fend off more attacks.

Flicking the intercom on for all cars, I started again. “Alright, for the rest of you. There’s a Qliphothic portal underneath the capitol. Originally we thought it just a big dangerous portal for the old ones, so we put a directional nuclear mine on top of the entire affair. Something big and bad comes out, we blow the portal, and the congressmen on Capitol Hill feel a tremor in their coffee. Everyone wins.”

“Qliphoth?” asked one of those creepy kids. “We’ve had a few run-ins with them, they’re super bad news.”

“I suppose you would,” I said, pursing my lips.

“So, the gateway can get us back home?” asked Tiffany.

“I’m getting there,” I said, holding up my hand. “Anyway, in the past five years, the gateway started emitted some absolutely horrible static. It caused a couple of mass suicides down on the National Mall, and we were all ready to detonate the gate, thinking it all was the warning sides of the gate opening like a Monolith and unleashing some horrible mind-raping entity. Except… well, the haze sorta faded and we had a genuine gateway to something we were sure was not of this verse.”

“How do you know?” asked alternate me.

“Well, it opened out onto Mars, for one thing. We had a clear view of the night sky, and we could pick out Earth from all of it. High-res imaging proved the Earth to most definitely not be ours. Think of the whole thing as a Stargate.”

“Yeah, Stargate,” said the future John Baylor, bobbing his head.

I paused. “Stargate still exists in the future?”

“Hollywood is corrupt now,” noted alternate John sagely. “Do you think it’ll get any better a half millennium into the future.”

“Point,” I said. “Anyway, we never really dared to send anybody through, and thankfully nobody on the other side ever noticed we were looking at them. The thing was, the gateway would switch ‘views’ randomly. Just all at once, we’d be looking at some other verse. Sometimes it wouldn’t change for months on end; sometimes we’d get five snapshots in the course of a minute. They were all different, with the exception that we could confirm from star alignments that they were all from the future.

“That was, until we slotted onto The Logical World.”

“Wait, what?” said Future John. “They actually contacted you back?”

I stopped with exaggerated stillness and slowly turned my head to look at him. “You’ve been dimension hopping before?”

“Sorta. Long story.”

“’The Logical World’?” Starr asked.

“Yeah, that’s what everyone calls that verse. Apparently it’s one of the most advanced beacons in the dimen- oh, dammit. I guess I’m going back to square one. Let me explain this to you. We understood through the portal there were multiple universes – the metaphor I always understood was that in the dimensional hash of the constantly splitting verses, there’s verses that shine like beacons – they’re verses that more or less represent average plotlines of the multitude of splitting universes – origin doesn’t split from them, but they represent most of the traits of the surrounding verses. We called them Norms. This was all theory until now, you see, but the portal could ‘tune’ into these Norms like television channels. The portals slotted over close to forty Norms so far, but never any one twice. It’s been stuck on a Norm we’re pretty sure is in 2616 for some time now.

“Anyway, we hit upon the Logical World last year. They saw us looking, if that’s the best word I could use, gave us a friendly little wave, and figured we were advanced enough to build inter-dimensional portals. They gave us some tips about making sure nothing would come through the portal – all to ensure our self-defence. They were all cheery folks – a couple humans, a intelligent wallaby, and a shade of purple. Came in, gave the overview of the Omniverse, and were out. Yes sir, no sir, we’ll be very sure not to contact anything or interfere with another verse. Yes sir, we understand you have a cannon powered by love that can come after us if we start trying to screw with the space time continuum. Yes, have a nice day.”

I paused. “It was the single weirdest day of my life, to be honest.”

“And how were you on station to see all this?” Future Me asked.

“Long story. I had just shot the Vice President on national television and President Skye wanted me out of the limelight but still in DC for the Secret War, so she assigned me to watch duty at the listening station that watches the Gateway. Just a kilometre underneath the Capitol, but always in reach. As I said, long story.

“Point is, President Skye isn’t just to fuck around and try to get your stories. She isn’t going to keep your around, capture you, and dissect you. You saw how much trouble you guys caused – no offence- in just an hour. Imagine what would happen if we kept you around. No, thank you very much, we’re shunting you out of the portal and pretending this never happened.”

“That’s not a solution!” protested Chevalier from another car.

“Neither is nuking you guys form orbit. I think you’ll agree my proposal is a tad more acceptable.”

There was a beat of silence.

“Guys…” said the young boy from Chevalier’s car, the one who threw around Shadow Monsters. “I kinda have some experience with the Qliphoth. And I’m pretty good with portals. I might be able to take us home. Probably to our individual homes, if I get some thinking time.”

It was a miracle. Almost too good to be true.

“We’ll see kid,” I said, looking out the windshield. The offramp to Reagan International was up ahead. The convoy shifted lanes, angling for the B Terminal.

There was a shriek from overhead.

What was that?

A whirring…

A nearby semi exploded, flipping end over end, a flaming carcass hurtling past us on the left. “Jesus!” Jones shouted.

“Looks like Teague managed to get his shit together,” I mused. “He’s brought in F-118s.” I tapped my radio. “Sergeant Bateau, see if you can get a bead on those Vixens. We need to get under the stealth of the Super Raptors damn quick, because we’re boned out here in the open.”

I turned back to our passengers. “And it was looking to be such a nice ride. Buckle up.”
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Just when it seemed that Eric and all the other universely displaced and highly confused refuges might get some answers. Cars started exploding. Eric caught a mental flash of victory and the predatory glee of the fighter pilots above filled his minds as missiles leapt out towards the Marine Convoy

Typical. He thought Day keeps getting better and better

The military man driving swerved hard to avoid the wreck, with a most unprofessional scream. The vehicle wavered and swerved violent as the man fought for control. Even as more missiles rained down from the skies.

"bloody Zeus' butthole!" Eric growled, "Where the hell did you fail to learn how to drive?"

A missile landed to their right, close enough the shockwave momentarily pushed them on to their left wheels. THe marine screeched and let go off the wheel Cursing loudly Eric dived between the two front seats of the humvee for the controls.

"Get out of the way, you fucking amateur!" Eric grapped with the marine;p ulling the hapless native out of his seat so he come drive himself and immediately had to yank the wheel far to the right as the bouncing flaming wreckage of a civillian
car tried to sideswipe him. Popping Eric's car out of the convoy as he dodged wildly through civillian traffic.

"Oi!" He shouted back to the other passangers, "You with the swiss gun, that thing got an AA attachment?"
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Annava was reassembling the last bolt when the whole car rocked back and forth. Explosions. Eric went over and took the van when the marine just flipped out.

"Oi!" Eric shouted back, "You with the swiss gun, that thing got an AA attachment?" Annava looked at her gun.

"Well, it is possible!" She shouted as she configured the system in her gun into "Sniper Rifle/Grenade Launcher". "Well, even with my uber-advanced uber ranged weapon, there's a 50/50 chance of hitting, as I haven't tried anything like this, though calculating my alien accuracy with my rifle's bullet speed, it could hit. Then there is a 50/50 chance of it doing any damage. I could try to make penetrating bullets and rounds, but really..."

"Just fire the damn thing and hope to whatever gods you have that it hits!" Eric shouted. Annava pouted.

"Sheesh, go work in a cotton farm." She went to the hatch and looked at the whimpering marine and Animus. "Grab tightly to the handles and stay clear from the hatch. I'm about to open it." Annava dug her feet onto the floor clasps as she opened the back door. Wind slapped her, but she held on as her rifle sights and her sharp eyes tried to find the jets. One was kinda low, though still blurry. Annava took a deep breath and fired both the rocket-propelled grenade and the sniper rifle at the same time, firing at the trajectory route that she predicted the jet would go through. It hit and she saw a burst of red and yellow. One down, who knows how many more to go.

"Man, if I knew I could do this earlier, my life would have been alot." She said as she lifted her gun up to see her next target, hoping that the next shot won't miss, cause even if the jets were primitive, they could still kill.
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