Posted by: welchbloke
« on: December 08, 2010, 03:13:20 PM »Chronometer error!! Bulk Hub
Amynedd looked out of the viewport. It had been 2 weeks since walking out of the treatment room. She had learnt a great deal in that time. One of the first things she had learnt was that one this station, time was a meaningless concept. This station resided in what had been described to her as ‘The Bulk’ the medium in which the various realities resided. She had spent a great deal of time reading up on multiverse theory and the only thing she really understood was that it made her head hurt.
In the distance she could see the outline of a warship that she recognised. Turning to her constant, and vigorous, companion, she asked ‘Mabon, that ship looks like a Precursor design, where did they get it and what are they going to do with it?’
‘I know they captured it in our old reality, I have no idea what the intention is.’
‘It looks like the one of the ships that led to us discovering Trans-Newtonian technology, I think I know what they might be planning to use it for.’
“They” were the senior echelons of the humans on the Hub. Most of them were from a reality where the Celts had not risen to rule the planet. About half of her time had been spent learning to speak their language through hypo-training. She still thought in Celt but she was expected to converse in their language, which was called English.
Today, she was finally going to find out why she had been saved from oblivion.
As the sound of footsteps approached she turned and saw a dark harked man and a red headed woman approach from the lift section.
As he approached the man called out ‘Amynedd, Mabon, how are you both?’
‘Fine thanks Andy, who’s your friend?’
‘This is Siobhan, she was from the Celtic reality before yours. She is going to brief you on why we saved you both. I suggest you sit down, this make take a while. All yours Siobhan.’
‘Thanks Andy. Mabon, it’s probably easier to start with you. As you know we could travel back and for in your timeline and we knew that you were brave and resourceful. You were destined to become the first officer to receive the Space Cross twice. Later in your career you would become a General and retire one of the most famous generals in Celtic history. We have a need for high quality field operatives who can run missions to alter history to ensure the Human Race survives the invasion of the Marauders.’
Unable to hide the massive grin on his face, Mabon could only reply with ‘Out-fragging-standing.’
‘Mabon, you will undergo an extensive training regime and be apprenticed to one of our most experienced operatives.’
‘Amynedd, you were the most decorated naval officer in the history of the Celtic Navy. You retained that title for over 50 years after your death. The flagship of the Celtic Fleet that stopped and then repelled the Marauder Jugganaut fleet was named after you. There are two related tasks for you; firstly, help guide the development of the Celtic Navy; secondly, analyse their performance and help our analysts extrapolate forward to an engagement with the Marauders.’
‘Why us Andy? Why not someone before or after our time? What about Trevon Kenderick? He was the “Golden Boy” of the fleet.’
‘The simple answer is luck. We only saved 50 people from your reality because we weren’t expecting to have to alter it again. Very few of our resources were in place before we had to act. We had seen the Celts defeat the Marauders, we thought the Human Race was safe. That assumption was proven false by the interference in the time line by an alien agency that we still haven’t identified. We have several theories and no evidence. All we know is that this has never happened before and we need to be on our guard. Any more questions? In that case, get some rest, you’re going to need it.’
Amynedd looked out of the viewport. It had been 2 weeks since walking out of the treatment room. She had learnt a great deal in that time. One of the first things she had learnt was that one this station, time was a meaningless concept. This station resided in what had been described to her as ‘The Bulk’ the medium in which the various realities resided. She had spent a great deal of time reading up on multiverse theory and the only thing she really understood was that it made her head hurt.
In the distance she could see the outline of a warship that she recognised. Turning to her constant, and vigorous, companion, she asked ‘Mabon, that ship looks like a Precursor design, where did they get it and what are they going to do with it?’
‘I know they captured it in our old reality, I have no idea what the intention is.’
‘It looks like the one of the ships that led to us discovering Trans-Newtonian technology, I think I know what they might be planning to use it for.’
“They” were the senior echelons of the humans on the Hub. Most of them were from a reality where the Celts had not risen to rule the planet. About half of her time had been spent learning to speak their language through hypo-training. She still thought in Celt but she was expected to converse in their language, which was called English.
Today, she was finally going to find out why she had been saved from oblivion.
As the sound of footsteps approached she turned and saw a dark harked man and a red headed woman approach from the lift section.
As he approached the man called out ‘Amynedd, Mabon, how are you both?’
‘Fine thanks Andy, who’s your friend?’
‘This is Siobhan, she was from the Celtic reality before yours. She is going to brief you on why we saved you both. I suggest you sit down, this make take a while. All yours Siobhan.’
‘Thanks Andy. Mabon, it’s probably easier to start with you. As you know we could travel back and for in your timeline and we knew that you were brave and resourceful. You were destined to become the first officer to receive the Space Cross twice. Later in your career you would become a General and retire one of the most famous generals in Celtic history. We have a need for high quality field operatives who can run missions to alter history to ensure the Human Race survives the invasion of the Marauders.’
Unable to hide the massive grin on his face, Mabon could only reply with ‘Out-fragging-standing.’
‘Mabon, you will undergo an extensive training regime and be apprenticed to one of our most experienced operatives.’
‘Amynedd, you were the most decorated naval officer in the history of the Celtic Navy. You retained that title for over 50 years after your death. The flagship of the Celtic Fleet that stopped and then repelled the Marauder Jugganaut fleet was named after you. There are two related tasks for you; firstly, help guide the development of the Celtic Navy; secondly, analyse their performance and help our analysts extrapolate forward to an engagement with the Marauders.’
‘Why us Andy? Why not someone before or after our time? What about Trevon Kenderick? He was the “Golden Boy” of the fleet.’
‘The simple answer is luck. We only saved 50 people from your reality because we weren’t expecting to have to alter it again. Very few of our resources were in place before we had to act. We had seen the Celts defeat the Marauders, we thought the Human Race was safe. That assumption was proven false by the interference in the time line by an alien agency that we still haven’t identified. We have several theories and no evidence. All we know is that this has never happened before and we need to be on our guard. Any more questions? In that case, get some rest, you’re going to need it.’