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Author Topic: The Andromeda Effect ~ Alternate Timeline ~  (Read 18951 times)
MWBailey
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« Reply #25 on: June 14, 2010, 09:58:57 am »

The St. Elmo was never an easy ship to sneak onto. A certain wall-and-dimension-walking Junior Grade lieutenant found that out the hard way not just once, but twice at least. Circumstances and happenstances both mystical and scientific had always dogged the hybrid airship, even when it's ship portion was still part of Jean Lafitte's fleet of blockade runners, and not topped by a dirigible envelope.

Still, Brantley managed to get all the way from the Officer's Country stores locker (where the eminent Miss Zarate had first thumped aboard all those years before) to the spiral hatchway to the forward bridge deck, before one of the Cadet Air Ranger guards accosted him. 

The upshot result of the visit was that Dreyfuss had not (thankfully) returned precipitously and gone off on some kind of foreign adventure, thus maiming time itself in that particular permutation of London.

Satisfied as to the safety of that dimension, Brantley returned to the when and where of the Crisis at hand, aboard a certain submersible timeship, and knocked on the door of the ship's Officer's Mess, where Bailey, Frank, Kirza, Shi Iri , Korza, and others were still being debriefed.

"Oh, don't look so surprised to see me, people," He said, "You'll need all the temporal and dimensional travel capability I can add to teh Beau just to survive the next 6 standard hours... where IS Jack, anyway..."
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« Reply #26 on: June 15, 2010, 10:21:49 am »

"Everything is sealed."

"Good," Darrin said, keeping a close eye on what they were doing. "Now activate the defense systems on levels one, two, and three, and the outside buildings except for hangar 4."

The technicians sat there for a moment, shocked.

"Not having second thoughts are-" Darrin started to ask before one of the technicians made a rush at him suddenly, and Darrin dropped him with another shot.

The other technician reached over with a slightly shaking hand, and turned a key that he realized was already in place. A row of green lights came on above a row of switches, and he hesitated a moment before feeling the revolver muzzle, still hot, against the back of his neck. He flipped three switches up, and then put his hand on the remaining five, closed his eyes, and pushed them forward.

---

Once the gas (now harmless, the canisters had been replaced) had done it's work, Darrin ignored the calls coming over the intercom from the level just above him, and turned off both it and the alarm. In another ten minutes or so they would have overridden the door locks, and started to evacuate the base in perhaps twenty minutes when the gas wore off. But by then the Organization would be in place, and the entire base would belong to them. A muffled boom came from across the hallway behind them, followed by several more small, distant explosions. Good, that would trip the automatic shutdown of the doors into this level, and it would look, to anyone on the upper levels that checked, like this entire level had just been destroyed.

"Get on the intercomm, and tell the pilot for the new plane to meet us in hangar four."

The technician did as he was ordered. It wasn't supposed to be like this, he hadn't said anything about something like this...

"Good, now you can come or you can stay. I'd suggest you come, before the bigger charges go off." There were no more charges. If the technician had stopped to think, he might have realized this. The Organization still needed everything down here intact.

The technician silently got up, and Darrin followed him out of the room.

---

"Now, you're Tobias Rawlins, is that correct?" Darrin asked the researcher as he came into the hangar, appearing more awake than most people at this late hour. Tobias was wearing a black flight jacket, over mechanics overalls that were difficult to tell the color of from all the grease on them, and black leather gloves. He looked about twenty five, medium height, and had wavy dark hair and blue-gray eyes.

"Yes, designer and pilot for the new Stormwind." Tobias replied. He hadn't seen Darrin before, but figured he might be one of the new researchers on another project.

"Very good, When are you scheduled to take her out?"

"Tomorrow, if the weather's right." Tobias replied, still not sure why he was being asked this now, in the middle of the night, when the alarms had just gone off.

"Alright, well they just called, said they need you to take her up now. We have an emergency situation that needs to be monitored, and we need someone who can be there close and not get noticed. You think you can do that?"

"Yes, when do they need it done?"

"The sooner the better." Darrin said, handing him, instead of one of the official sealed documents normally used, a hastily written note. "These are your coordinates."

"Must be some emergency." Tobias said, taking the coordinates and heading for his plane. When you got a call like this, you didn't ask questions.

---

The strange silvery plane in hangar four had a broad, flat aerodynamically contoured frame with two short forward-swept wings. She was a little under thirty feet across from wingtip to wingtip, with no visible props or turbines, or other means of propulsion. She bore no markings, and few seams where metal plates were joined without any visible welds or rivets. She had a narrow curved windshield, about a foot high and six feet wide just above her nose, and two small rear-facing oval shaped ports just above each wing. The craft seemed to be built to be guided by on-board instruments rather than visually.

A narrow ramp folded down from the underside of one wing of the craft, and Tobias ducked under the wing and climbed into the small cockpit. The interior had been furnished according to his design, simply but elegantly, much like an airship's cabin. Most of the visible metal was gleaming brass, and the slightly curved walls had rich brown wood paneling.

"Alright, let's see what you can do, Stormwind." Tobias whispered, settling down in the chair behind the narrow windshield. The curved instrument panel in front of him was surprisingly simple, and appeared to have mainly indicators and dials, and few controls. The engines started up with a quiet smooth hum that quickly faded to silence.

"Keep in contact on this channel," Darrin's voice came over the radio. "I'll be monitoring from base here. You'll get more information when you're off the ground."

Tobias taxied out onto the paved lot, far too small to be called a runway, and took off almost vertically into the dark sky, He engaged the second, and then third phase drive. A vortex of light seemed to form around the craft, and everything outside it somehow... shifted. The craft emerged on the other side of the vortex as it faded, and Tobias checked the readings to make sure they were accurate as the phase drive's internal mechanisms recalibrated, and made sure the connection was clear with the base.

Soon the bright edge of dawn coming over the horizon was visible far in the east, and Tobias steered the Stormwind down through the cloud cover of a tropical storm, and headed east toward the sunrise.
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« Reply #27 on: June 15, 2010, 03:23:12 pm »

the Beau Rosin outraced the edge of the typhoon, Jack roaring a crow of triumph. Finally, a ship fast enough to fly through a big tropical giant of a storm, survive the flight, and outrace it to it's far side, without resorting to the 'jammer devices! That Aether prop is really something, isn't it, Mingh?

Yes, and so is the Beau, Jack-Captain. Even human companions didn't really understand the head-rush of speed and maneuverability that was the essence of a moondragon, she often thought -- until she had met Jack Pulsifer, at any rate. The man was an absolute thrill-hound, reason enough among humans for his "mad" nickname. In the excitement of flying through the storm, both he and she had nearly (but not quite) forgotten the need and the necessity to rejoin their comrades.

The euphoria lasted right up until the moment when a slim shape burst from the edge of teh limb of the scan tank, in the hemisphere that showed things behind the Beau, knifing through the misty edges of the energy picture of the storm, and heading right for the beau as if determined to collide with her. If Jack had not had the presence of mind to grab the emergency-descent bar and hang on it for dear life, the other aircraft -- for such it seemed it must be -- would have smashed into and through the Beau's envelope in the space of half a heartbeat!

"BASTARD! What're you playin' at!?" Jack roared, and then threw the Beau into travelspace and took off after the miscreant craft, catching up to it and putting a plasma-cannon shot over its bow, cranking the aetherphone (for this new daredevil seemed to be something like the kind of thing that the Aether League back home would come up with), and shouting over the unexpectedly-clear connection, "RTAF BEAU ROSIN TO UNIDENTIFIED CRAFT,  HEAVE TO OR BE DISABLED!"

A beam of light shot from the other craft, and though it did not penetrate the field, it did knock the Beau over a half-mile to the side, and caused it to spin and buck so wildly that it was all Mingh and Jack could do to hang on for dear life and wait for the ship to balance and recover itself. Gonna have to redesign the travelling field stabilization arrays again, looks like, Jack thought.

Whatever must be done, I will help you, Jack-captain, Mingh sent.

Jack looked at the scan-tank, noting the absence of the other ship, and manipulated the controls; he finally caught it just as it slipped from view at the edge of the energy-picture, over a giant-sized Island that looked like part of the Phillippines.

"lets wait until we can find the others and solve this whatever-it-is," Jack said quietly. "It's gone, now, whatever it was. Or at least, I can't see it on the 'tank anymore..."
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« Reply #28 on: June 15, 2010, 06:43:16 pm »

Tobias quickly maneuvered the Stormwind away from the Beau Rosin, and up into the high drifting clouds. He told Darrin what had happened.

"Close, too close." Darrin said in a worried tone. "Keep an eye on the scanner. Best to turn on the secondary."

"Yeah, should have turned it on sooner." Tobias replied, engaging the secondary drive. The engines hummed quietly, and the sound of the wind outside faded. Darrin seemed to be very familiar with their 'experimental' plane.

A halo of light formed around the Stormwind momentarily, and then she seemed to fade from view, as though she had simply vanished. The secondary drive should leave a slight energy signature, but no signature, visible or otherwise, of the plane herself. He brought the Stormwind to a stop, about two or three miles distant from the bay. He glanced over the gauges, and seeing that all showed normal, relaxed and leaned back. It was good to be back in his own dimension, even if it was for a short time. Watch and wait.
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« Reply #29 on: June 16, 2010, 04:15:52 am »

As the Esmerelda was heading out of the bay, a warning alarm sounded and a red light began flashing on the navigator's instrument panel. A red dot also appeared in a brightly lit three dimensional representation of the surrounding area in the middle of the room. It was similar to the scan tank on the Beau Rosin, but this was much larger and not as detailed. It appeared to be made from a huge stack of hundreds of finely-spaced, very thin sheets of glass or some other transparent material enclosed in a larger glass case. The details at one elevation were displayed two-dimensionally on each sheet similar to a topographical map, and the stacked layers made a three dimensional map.

"Another signature coming through," The navigator said. "looks like maybe-Oh, wait, that must be the Beau Rosin, probably following that beacon that came up earlier."

"Alright, put her on the surface and see if you can contact the Beau Rosin on the aetherphone." The Esmerelda's captain replied, and added. "What's the Black Magic up to?"

"Still heading south, getting out of the way of the typhoon coming in, probably."

"Good." The captain nodded, as the ship tilted upward slightly and the color of the water through the the thick forward windows turned from deep blue to teal to aquamarine, and then to sky as the ship broke the surface. The sun was rising brilliant red behind them, coloring the tops of the thick lead-colored clouds far in the west.
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« Reply #30 on: June 16, 2010, 05:14:57 am »

Jack nearly jumped out of his skin when the Aetherphone rang. "Who the bloody blazes is callin' me now? Brantley? Miss Sally? That damn silver needle thing?" He snarled, and snatched the receiver from the wall hook, and shouted "HELLO? WHOOZIT NOW?!"

Jack-Captain, calm yourself
, Mingh sent soothingly

I'm tryin' Mingh, he apologized mentally, but things're gettin downright weird; this here aetherphone was busted beyond repair not two weeks ago; now its a-ringin' off the dang hook!

The answer, when it came, was somewhat shocking; he had thought the Esmerelda sunk off Gibraltar back in his own home universe following one of Miss Sally's last Andromeda interventions -- but here she was, the same leftenant's voice coming over the aether connection!

"OK, lootenant," Pulsifer snarled, "yeah, it's me, but I'm tryin' to track a weird device that damn near skewered us as we left the storm behind back there, an' I didnt know you could track us this far out" (theBeau rosin was still barely twenty miles out from under the eaves of the storm's cloudcover).

"The aether trace I'm following, by the way," Jack reported, "is nearly overhead relative to you folks; I'd say it's at about a 70-degree angle overhead (from the horizontal) of your position..."

As Pulsifer was speaking, The Esmerelda's navigation technician did a double-take at the scanning device, and saw the red dot of Pulsifer's ship just then entering their field of scan coverage, pulsating to the rhythm of the Texan's voice, and the dot that had at first attracted the navigator's attention standing still and inert at nearly exactly Jack's estimation of the resting angle...
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« Reply #31 on: June 17, 2010, 03:02:59 am »

"Can you contact them?"

"No good. it goes through, but no response."

"Might be they're not using a normal setup."

"No, can't raise them on the aetherphone, or any conventional radio frequency either."

The dot still had not moved, and the craft's signature had not shown any signs of preparing to fire or start up her engines.

'Hail them once more, if they don't respond, fire a shot just over their location."

Double doors slid back just behind the bridge, over one of the Esmerelda's four six-inch gun turrets. They sent a shell about a dozen feet over the location of the signature, but there was no response or movement.

---

Tobias straitened up when he saw what the proximity scanner showed. An indicator showed the ship that had just surfaced could scan him, but that wasn't what he was worried about. What his own scanners showed just beneath him wasn't at all what he had been looking for or expected, and it was major trouble. He switched the rest of the controls from manual to 'link', and prepared himself.

---

A silvery craft appeared above the Esmerelda off her starboard side, looking similar to a crescent moon from this angle with her forward sweeping wings. The craft dodged the Esmerelda's second shot and fired two of her own thin blue beams. But the Esmerelda's crew hadn't been unprepared, and it looked as though whoever was piloting the craft was more taken by surprise when the beams impacted but didn't appear to do any damage. Before the craft could speed away or vanish she had taken two direct and three glancing hits from the Esmerelda's guns.

The craft tilted and shook as she tried to turn, quickly losing altitude and nearly going into a sideways freefall. She slowed and leveled out abruptly just before she hit the waves, and then accelerated away just above the water. She covered nearly a mile before darting upward suddenly, almost too fast to follow, and then out of sight and scanning range.
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« Reply #32 on: June 17, 2010, 03:41:09 am »

Jack called up teh Esmerelda, and said, "Beau Rosin to Esmerelda, what , exactly, was that thing? and whgat's going on? " upon being told that he would have to land and dock the Beau and come aboard to find out, Jack asked permission as per teh standard ship-to-ship protocol, and dematerialized teh Beau and then re-materialized her inside the Esmerelda's Docking Hold.

teh docking tube was extended to the Beau's seldom-used portside Ship's Hatch, and the hatches on both ends were opened. "Permission to come aboard!" Jack called through the long, flexible access tube.

"Captain Jonathan Pulsifer, be welcome aboard this Timeship." The officer of the day on the other end responded, and Jack and Mingh were whistled aboard.

"Well, whats going on, Ensign?" Jack fumed, once he emerged and was standing on the docking  airlock's rubber-matted floor. "Are you allowed to tell me," he asked with his customary somewhat truculent manner, "or do I have to wait for somebody with more braid than sense?"
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« Reply #33 on: June 21, 2010, 01:08:08 am »

Pulsifer swore, long and colorfully, after the ensign had finished telling Jack what he was allowed so to do. "You folks're gonna have Miss Sally down on our necks in a trice if this keeps up," he said. "Is Brantley here yet?"

"Yes, sir, he is in wardroom number four, briefing and debriefing your companions."  The ensign showed Pulsifer and his frighteningly-vigilant reptilian companion to the relevant wardroom, and ushered him inside. Jack did not wait for introductions or preambles, but walked straight up to Brantley and punched him in the nose, then delivered a crushing Right Hook and knocked the A.U.N.T.S.A.L.L.I. operative to the floor, and pointed his finger accusingly. "First one's for bein' late, SECOND one's fer leavin too early, you NUMBNUT!"
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« Reply #34 on: June 21, 2010, 04:23:13 am »

"What's gotten into you?" Zhan growled, edging his way past Korza. He was alarmed, and also a bit worried that something about the snapback might have affected Jack. Most of the others were still a bit on edge from the 'rewrite' that had just happened, and you could hardly blame them, if their experiences had been anything like his own...

---

Tobias leveled off just under the lowest altitude shipping lanes, and put the plane in secondary drive again. The hits had shaken the Stormwind and caused a temporary power loss, but didn't seem to have caused any damage. But then his own shots hadn't done any either.

"Shots ineffective, must have some kind of shielding." Tobias reported. But that couldn't be, shielding would leave a signature. Unless... He checked the gauges, and swore. Of course, aether-phase integration was off, and had to be recalibrated for a higher aether environment. The shots essentially had no power here. But then the plane wasn't supposed to even be in use until it was fully tested, so it didn't have the different phase levels put in yet. They hadn't even been calculated. "No, wait, aether-phase is off, it was the shots that didn't work." Tobias said.

"Can you correct it?" Darrin asked.

"No. Well, yes, but it would take time and testing, several hours at best."

"Alright, well there's not enough time. The Esmerelda may be-"

"Wait a minute, the Esmerelda?!" The ship had looked very much like her, but he had been sure it couldn't be... "What the hell is going on? What is she doing here?"

"She's been converted to a timeship, so-" Darrin started to explain.

"I Know that! I saw that ship burn and sink off Gibraltar!"

The radio was quiet for several seconds. "I... can explain-" Darrin started to say, and then said to someone, away from the radio but just loud enough for Tobias to make out. "-No, not right now! I'm busy, I have to get this taken care of. Tell him the base is secure, and everything is proceeding as planned. There's just a minor, yes, it'll take some time." Darrin got back to the radio, and continued. "What I can tell you now is time is being altered, and it's causing damage to a lot of things. We think someone or a group of people is doing it, either accidentally or on purpose, and it seems to be centered around that ship. Unfortunately right now there's no one else we can send, and it's vital that they are stopped. We think there may be very little time before it's too late to do that. We just can't risk it on trying negotiations, if it's something they're doing on purpose. If you can't cause any damage with the plane's weapons, see if you can get on board and destroy or disable the ship."

Tobias thought a moment. The ship could scan him if he came close, but the scanners were designed for detecting what was outside the ship. Inside it, if he could just find an open space big enough for the Stormwind... He might have a chance. "I'll see what I can do." He had the feeling that something wasn't quite right here, but he couldn't tell what it might be.

"Good, contact me when you get the plane in position." Darrin said, as if he already half-guessed his plan.
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« Reply #35 on: June 21, 2010, 05:10:49 am »

"It's OK, Zhan, he's more or less justified, " Brantley said, rubbing his jaw and taking out a scrap of cloth that served as an oversized handkerchief and dabbing the blood from his nose and surrounding face. "It's true, I left a bit before I should have, but Sally came and insisted I come back with her, so--!"

He cut off as a thin whine seemed to go past the group and out the door, down the hall, and through a bulkhead door. "That was a transduction signature whine if ever I heard one! he snapped. "And I think they just landed inside the ship!"

HE took out his pocket watch and opened it, pressed a stud on ond side an on the face, and out folded five or six half- and quarter-dials, all with needles wobbling in different directions, but all apparently converging on the bulkhead door at the end of the hall. his voice held a note of deviltry as he said matter-of-factly, "Shall we go and see who's got balls enough to land a rogue timeship unauthorizedly within a contracted pre-interdiction timeship?"
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« Reply #36 on: June 21, 2010, 08:13:57 am »

Darrin had just turned away from the radio, when another call came in from someone else. He answered it, and listened for a minute before speaking.

"Everything is going according to plan, we have successfully secured the base, and the Esmerelda will soon be out of the way. Yes, a timeship from a different space, could cause problems later, might be able to track us. There was a problem with the weapons on the new plane, but she's being taken care of. Alright. The Organization was much better prepared, yes, but there are new... Yes, that's been taken care of already. No, sir, we don't want to mess this up the second time."

---

Tobias switched the scanner from proximity to long-range directional, and quickly scanned the interior of the Esmerelda. He found what he was looking for after a few moments, an almost empty rear cargo hold just above the engine room. He put in the coordinates and engaged the third level phase drive, and the view outside the windows changed to the vortex of the phase drive, and then to the darkness of the hold.

He had been just about to contact Darrin, when he stopped, and listened to what Darrin was already saying, having apparently left his radio on by accident. It was obviously something Tobias wasn't intended to hear. The call the orders, all of it had been set up, he suddenly realized with a feeling of dread. Darrin worked for the shadowy group known as the Organization. The alarm hadn't been just a false one, they had just taken over the base. There had been rumors about them planning something, but this... He turned the radio off as Darrin finished talking.

Tobias had started to power up the Stormwind to take her back when the power levels suddenly dropped again. The shots had apparently done some damage after all. The lights on the controls flickered and went dark, and all that could be heard was the distant sound of the Esmerelda's engines.

He considered his options. There weren't many. He was stuck on a timeship that he'd just attacked, with a military spy plane that wasn't supposed to exist. It might be possible to restart the emergency power, but that wouldn't give him nearly enough power to get back. He didn't know whether the ship would be able to scan him, or if he might have time to repair the damage enough to get out. He couldn't leave the plane here and make a run for it, he had to either get her off the ship or destroy the engines to keep the design safe. But he wasn't ready to loose the Stormwind a second time just yet, before he'd even gotten a chance to really fly...  

After disconnecting the power leads and lowering the ramp, he retrieved a small handheld light from the back and got out and inspected the damage. One of the Esmerelda's shots had peeled back the metal between the seams at the base of one wing, and damaged the wiring that led to the core. The frayed bare wires were still glowing red hot, and acrid smoke from the damaged insulation was visible drifting across the light. Not serious damage, but not a quick fix either. He quickly switched off the light at the sound of someone approaching from outside.
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« Reply #37 on: June 21, 2010, 08:43:24 pm »

The Ensign, a pasty-faced, squeaky-voiced fellow by the name of Kennedy, was still protesting what he thought was impossible. "But Mr. Brantley, Sir, there's no way another timeship could have matched phase and gotten aboard the Esmerelda and stayed here, the odds are just astronomica--" they had opened the final rear cargo bay, and stood there, Brantley stepping to one side, Jack and Mingh to the other, Bailey and Kirza in the middle, with Bailey pointing the double-barrelled machine gun and Kirza her plasma rifle,with Kiraza's weapon's spotlight on the front illuminating the needle-like , swept-forward-winged shape that had nearly skewered the Beau Rosin, a panel raised and a figure beside it, looking for all the world as if he were trying to become invisible by sheer physical effort. The air smelled like burnt metal and ozone.

Stand Down and Drop yer weapon! Jack ordered, and swore and rolled his eyes when he saw it was just an inert, nonelectrical tool of some kind.

Brantley cursed as well, and then snarled, Alright! move away from the vehicle! Slowly! Turn around and put yer 'ands on the bulkhead! Don't move a muscle, or Bailey here'll chop you to mincemeat with his gawdawful machine gun. Where in blazes did you get that thing, anyway, Bailey... Ensign! make yerself useful an' frisk our newfound friend over there! Go on, you're both covered!"
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« Reply #38 on: June 22, 2010, 04:14:47 am »

'Have you ever seen anything like that before?' Frank asked Zhan, indicating the plane in the hold. They, along with Shi-iri, Selkio, and a few others, were behind Bailey and Kirza.

'No, nothing like it.' Zhan replied, shaking his head. 'I doubt we are dealing with Drene-Vah here, they would have sent one of their own, both with the device back in Lygos and here.' He nodded to the plane.

---

Tobias stopped himself from ducking behind the plane when the door opened. The last thing he wanted to do was start a fight before he found out who they were, especially since they might be an enemy, or at least a target of the Organization. But he didn't like the situation any less. He hadn't had the time to get his pistol before he left, so all the Ensign found was the long curved knife with the rayskin wrapped handle he always carried.

"Who sent you here?" Someone behind him asked.

"It's complicated..." He said, and paused. Where to begin?

"Well start talking!"

"I got sent out last night by someone that it turns out I don't work for, but I didn't know who they were until just now. A group called the Organization, I don't know any other name, seems to have taken over a military base, last few standard hours. It was most likely with the help of someone working from the inside, and I'm pretty sure a man named Darrin, one of the new researchers there, was behind it. He sent me out, just gave me coordinates, and told me once I was up and here that you were causing some sort of dangerous time disruption and you had to be stopped. He said no time for negotiations, that you might be doing it on purpose. Not that I believe it." He said quickly. "If the Organization is behind it, I wouldn't believe anything they say... Why they sent me here? The Organization wants you dead, for some reason. Beyond that, I don't know."

"You didn't know why you were sent here?" Shi-iri asked, somewhat surprised.

"No. I just fly the planes, I don't ask questions." Tobias replied.
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« Reply #39 on: June 22, 2010, 04:50:57 am »

"the Organization..." Bailey thought back, 'way back, to the time when he and his compatriots tracked down teh Chthuga the first time (to see them all alive again had been a shock; a further shock was finding out that Khaisin Shah and his accursed ship had also been re-written in, and that he, Bailey, and his former, now-re-written, comrades were to attack and destroy the Chthuga yet again -- but this time off an island in the phillippine archipelago, of all places)

"The first time we destroyed the Chthuga," he said, struggling to keep it all straight and not confuse anyone else," we interrogated a few of teh cultists before we killed them. They mentioned 'The Organization,' apparently a sort of Illuminati-supported Spy Agency. I've never been able to learn more than that, though." Bailey said, somewhat dejectedly.
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« Reply #40 on: June 22, 2010, 09:50:30 pm »

"Illuminati... I always thought they were a myth. But you could be right, I don't really know much about them either." Tobias replied. "But now that, well if, the Organization has the base, what they would have gained puts them in, what the theorists call it anyway, the 'ultimate position of power'."

"How's that? An' you can turn around now, but any sudden moves an you end up in a million little pieces."

"They have access to a stockpile of devices," Tobias said, turning slowly, pausing a moment when he saw the dragons. "...and the ability to send them anywhere by a means that can't be stopped. They can pretty much bargain whatever they want now."

"Devices... would that be nuclear-aetheric?" Frank asked.

"Maybe, not sure." Tobias said, probably more uneasily than he had intended.

'That would be a yes.' Zhan sent to the others.
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« Reply #41 on: June 23, 2010, 12:32:28 am »

"Chthulid Martian stellar cores just happening to pop up in the New Mexico desert in one dimension, a whole other race of Martians and dragons conniving with a force that now has access to aetheric nukes in this dimension... And you, and Dreyfuss' 'Mondragon Grenades,'" Brantley said, rounding on Jack, working his jaw awkwardly. "It's like somebody's stacking the deck for a nuclear apocalypse."

Brantley thought a minute, then said, "Jack, you said that you and and Dreyfuss were destroying a pirate fleet in China when that storm, as you called it, swept you up and deposited you in Purgatory, New Mexico Territory, right after I arrived there. That's normal enough, nothing too terribly sinister about wormhole storms, they happen all the time... but then to get grabbed up again and deposited in this dimension, where the use of nukes of one kind or another is balanced on a poker-card's edge...And then for me to get called up again and dropped into the pot along with you, yet again..." He cut off, and both he and Jack looked Grave and perhaps even a bit frightened.

"It just keeps gettin' worse an' worse, don't it?" Jack said, edgily. "Like somebody's holdin' all the cards, an' forcin' us to toss a few more nukes in, just because it's more entertainin'..."

"What was teh name of the turned admiral who had teh Pirate fleet back home, Jack?

"Lemme see...oh, yeah. It was that old Spanish pepper-eatin' Marauder C-in-C, Admiral Tzeda.

"Tzeda?! you sure about that?" Brantley demanded.

"Yep, I remember him approachin' ME to join up, for propaganda purposes. HA!"

"Thats odd, considering this dimension's Admiral Ramon Tzeda is Head of the British Navy's South Pacific Command... And his brother-in-law used to be a member of The Committee, until he was drummed out about two standard weeks ago..." He pulled out his cigarette case, and called the A.U.N.T.S.A.L.L.I. switchboard, asked for Miss Sally, and conversed with her, or someone close to her, at the other end for several minutes... "Yeah, and the Admiral-in-charge here is named Tzeda...OK, I'll wait...Yeah. I know. That's why I called the switchboard instead of your direct number... Yeah, looks like somebody wants to know exactly what I say to you, when, and how...And it traces back here, then off into the subaetha." Brantley sighed, and then said, his words dripping with sarcasm, "Big frickin' surprise...Hello? you there, on the other end, listenin' in? GO FRAG YERSELF!...Yeah, Sally, I know, but I'm fed up with these people who don't have the guts to show up themselves..."
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« Reply #42 on: June 23, 2010, 05:02:28 am »

"Ensign, the reason that ship was able to get on the Esmerelda is we don't have a phase to match right now." Harrison said, in a friendly but tired tone as he came down from the bridge. "This isn't the Meteor, we don't have the power to run first level on the whole ship." He sighed, and turned to the others. "For you the rewrite just happened, but we've spent the last few standard days here tracking down and fixing the screw-ups it's caused. That explosion just a while ago seems to have been the last big one."

"Standard days? But then how..."

"We've got a disruptor circuit, makes time pass differently inside the Esmerelda's space when it's running. It takes a lot of power to run, and that's why we can't run the first level all the time. Takes time to power it up and power down, which is why we don't have first level up even though the disruptor isn't actively running right now. It also means we've had about three days of time in about as many of your standard hours. We found the other Andromeda device, the one that caused this. Couldn't get an exact location since there seems to be some sort of interference around it, but we also got a trace on that timeship here. Both come from about the same place," He gave the dimensional coordinates. "1931, little tiny town northwest of Santa Fe, called Los Alamos."

A slight, barely felt shudder ran through the ship, and the floor beneath them tilted slightly.

"We're going down to keep out of sight, and out of the storm that's coming in, while we wait for the Meteor, one of our airships, to come up from down south. The Black Magic's gone, can't get a trace on where yet, but she probably decided we weren't worth the trouble."

"Black Magic? I've run into that ship before." Tobias said, with some surprise and a note of bitterness. "She used that same trick. She makes it look like she's avoiding the storm and can't handle it, then disappears, then attacks right as the worst of the storm hits. The Meteor might be in some trouble."
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« Reply #43 on: June 24, 2010, 05:54:43 am »

The Black Magic had reappeared just within the storm's deeper cloud cover. She was was a hundred and twelve feet long, and had many protruding batwing-like rudders. Weight was little concern, with an anti-gravity mechanisim salvaged from a warship of a very different time and dimension, and her jet hull was heavily armored. Her original thirty four slow firing guns had been replaced by more modern weapons collected from all manner of ships she had taken. Everything from motor-driven gatlings to rocket launchers to full-sized lightning cannons were concealed under her closed gunports. Even without a field, she was still a formidable fighter.

She waited, concealed from sight by the steely crackling clouds, and just out of scanning range. Her captain and lookouts watched, both with scanners and tri-lith telescopes that could penetrate the thick clouds, for potential prey.

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Another smaller airship was passing unknowingly close to a ship they thought had gone from their time-space. The name Meteor was lettered in black across her faded red envelope. She powered slowly but steadily through the growing wind and fog, her age-worn engines were in need of replacement. But she was well armored and heavily armed, and able to handle all but the worst weather.
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« Reply #44 on: June 24, 2010, 06:49:11 pm »

"Well, Lord only knows what we can do with the Beau, but since we're another timeship and can cover the whole thing with a travelling field, looks like we're the only help the Meteor's going to get." Jack said, and pressed the diesel's glow plug buttons, then the starting stud. The Diesel clanked and spluttered to life, clattering away as old diesels do,speeding up to a clattering roar as Jack eased up the throttle lever mounted on the ship's wheel. "Are we sure the Black Magic's a threat and a past aggressor?" Jack demanded.

"If so, do we have carte blanche to simply drop in, inside, outside, and blast away at her? Only, one thing: no Mondragon grenades! that may just be exactly what they want!" anything less dangerous, have at it! How's that, Brantley? Cap'n?" And he and the Advance Venus Party (some of them re-boarding after stretching their legs), and Brantley and Tobias, held on as the Beau embarked on yet another attack run...

"Carte Blanche, Captain Pulsifer...and Godspeed..." The Esmerelda's Captain radioed across as they left.

The Meteor was already holed in several places, and looked done for, but Jack pressed on, switched to Second Level, passed through the forward section of the Black Magic, then pulled several levers and spun a couple small wheels, and the plasma guns and gatling rose and ran out into position; The others began firing their weapons at crew, machinery, what looked like ammo stores, just anything that looked like a target; from inside the Black Magic, from it's the crew's perspective, it was as if a horrifically-destructive and lethal phantasm were sweeping through the ship, leaving death and destruction throughout its decks, and severely disabling the entire ship; as it began to lose altitude, Jack reset the chronojumper to the Second-level field, then the third, and finally to the chronoleap phase, and the ship materialized outside of the Black Magic and several hundred yards away, as she began her long, fiery descent toward the ocean below, but there was no sign of the Meteor. Worriedly, Jack took the aetherphone off the hook, cranked for all channels, and called, "SS Meteor, this is th' RTAF Beau Rosin, do you read? What's yer status, over?"
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« Reply #45 on: June 25, 2010, 04:27:16 pm »

There was no reply for several seconds, and then there came a sort of wavering distorted static, as though someone on the Meteor was trying to respond, but the radio wasn't working properly. Jack had been about to repeat the call, when a scratchy but understandable voice came through.

"SS Meteor, both engines and generator are out. Lost about six hundred of altitude, but holding more-or-less steady now. We're about a hundred and fifty yards above the water, and as near as can tell about a half-mile north of your position, being carried further north-northeast by the wind.

"SS Esmerelda here," Came another, clearer voice over the radio. "we have you on scan and will be under your position in approximately four minutes. You're a bit further off than you reckon, but you're closer to us. Can you power up the fields if power is restored?"

"Uncertain," Came a reply, this time from the Meteor's engineer. "but it doesn't look like the jumper's been damaged. The Black Magic came right out of nowhere, never had time to power up the field before they took out the engines. We're holding pretty steady as is, should be able to make repairs if that storm doesn't hit hard. Where's it headed?"

"Looks to swing north, but it'll still hit us hard if it does. You've got maybe forty-five minutes before the worst of it hits." Came a reply from the Esmerelda.

"Should be able to get it patched together and running enough for a jump back home. The Meteor's in bad shape. I doubt we'll last the storm out here, and we couldn't make port in that time even if we had engines fully operable."

"Very well, Meteor, we'll be there and ready to get you off, if you can't make repairs."

"Don't worry, we'll get her back home and flying again." The Meteor's engineer sounded confident, but slightly uncertain.

Outside, the sky turned darker as the storm drew close, and the air grew heavy and still inside as the barometer continued to drop. There was a prickly feeling of static in the air, and the clouds at the center of the storm were lit from within by single and chains of bright arcs. Thunder rolled out across the white crested waves as the Esmerelda and the Beau Rosin came near the Meteor.
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« Reply #46 on: June 26, 2010, 08:47:10 am »

The Meteor was able to be repaired, and left for her home port in a flash of light that was partly lost in the now near-constant lightning. The Beau Rosin returned to the Esmerelda's hold, and the Esmerelda quickly dived below the wind-torn waves.

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"...We think the rewrite might have split the timeline, and created one timeline where the rewrite occurred, one where it didn't. For one thing, you said those of you who were inside the Beau Rosin's fields weren't affected physically by the rewrite. It means, theoretically anyway, that there's a timeline that wasn't affected by the rewrite. It's possible, not probable, but possible, that you might be able to return to that timeline. That might mean this timeline, if that's what happened, could be fixed. But we need the device that caused this to be able to figure out whether or not it's possible to do this without causing more problems. Unfortunately, the Meteor being disabled throws a wrench into things. We had plans to go after the device, and the base you mentioned, but now it seems we don't have adequate transport. " The Esmerelda's captain, Joshua Hayes, continued after explaining their new findings about the device and its location. (Having gotten some information from other sources over the aetherphone while the Beau Rosin had been gone.) "We don't have any ships that can be called in quickly that are big enough to carry the guns and forces we'd need to take the base."

"No, I doubt it would work." Tobias said. "The Meteor, or another ship, might have fields, but they could send a device right on top of her, and quickly. The detonation might not breach the fields, but the force of the shockwave alone would most likely kill everyone on board."

"True," Hayes replied, after a moment of thought. "but we'd probably be too close for them to use one of their devices without destroying or damaging their own structures."

"I really shouldn't be telling you this kind of information, but... Well, it seems we have a common enemy here." Tobias said. "I don't know what they'll do to me when I get back, but it might be that helping you here means I'll have a country to come back to... I've heard that the base has protections against those kind of weapons. A bit odd maybe, considering we're the only ones that are supposed to have them. Most of the base is pretty far underground anyway. I'm not sure about a plan of attack, but I can probably do some scouting for you, if I can get my plane repaired and return to the base. They've most likely changed a lot, especially the defenses. I never told Darrin anything, he still thinks... well, I don't know, probably that I'm dead by now. But I can call in and tell him the job's been done, but that the plane took some damage, and I needed to make repairs before I could contact him."

"Sounds like it would work."

"What about the Organization, and Darrin though?" Frank asked. "You said you didn't work for them, will you be able to get back in?"

"The way I figure..." Tobias said thoughtfully. "Is Darrin'll try to get me to work for them when I get back. He probably didn't before because he didn't want risk me turning him down or turning him in. What I know, as far as planes and the like, could be a lot of help to them. I'll just play along with him. If I'm wrong, I'll have a good chance of getting out of there, and he wouldn't be able trace me back to you. I'll make it look like I headed for another base first."

"Sounds good." Frank said, and sent to Zhan. 'Do you think we can trust him?'

Zhan looked to Tobias, and Tobias returned his gaze, evenly and without blinking. He didn't know exactly what was going on, but he could half-guess at some of it.

'I believe we can.' Zhan replied.
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« Reply #47 on: June 27, 2010, 11:00:50 pm »

The turnaround time should give me and Jack enough time to adjust the lateral physical and causal stabilization arrays on the Beau," Brantley  said. "With those adjustments and a tweak to the travel-spatial field generator, we should be able to survive anything they throw at us without being moved around much in realtime or causally-relative time, so that we can come in with guns a-blazin' if Tobias runs into insoluble trouble."

"Yep, and Mingh will be invaluable, Jack said. I was just thinkin', 'I need to adjust them arrays,' when we was on the way here."

As Tobias readied his own ship, Jack and Brantley and Mingh set to work on the beau; the hold was soon filled with the sounds of files, hammers, nuts and bolts creaking and screeching as they were torqued, and the actinic hiss and SNAP noises of arc-based parts=-joining -- And, of course, the occasional profane-but-playful bickering that often happened between the two old time-travellers.

"Air you sure yer dressed fer this, Mister fancy pants chthuglu man?"

"Be nice, you old Air Kraken, or I'll sicc my grandsquids on ya!"
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« Reply #48 on: June 29, 2010, 05:23:02 am »

Tobias soon got the Stormwind repaired and ready to fly again, and took off out of the Esmerelda's hold and started flying north through the storm. He turned on the radio and tried to contact Darrin, first getting a very suspicious officer who didn't know who he was. Finally he was able to talk to Darrin, who seemed more than surprised to hear from him again, and slightly nervous. But he was finally able to return, seeing as he did that the base itself didn't look much different, but that the defenses had been increased a great deal, and there were many trucks and other vehicles being moved and unloaded.

Tobias landed the plane outside the hangar, powering down and turning off the engines, and waited as Darrin approached with several armed soldiers. It went more or less how he had expected, he was escorted at gunpoint to Darrin's office, and he listened to what Darrin said, mostly looking skeptical, but nodding slightly every once in a while, as though he was slowly starting to agree. Darrin was eventually convinced that he had at least partly convinced Tobias that he should join them.

"When will you be ready to fly again?' Darrin finally asked. "There are many things that need to be done soon."

"I don't know, the plane took some damage. The scanners don't seem to be working properly, and a few other things need checking." Tobias replied, and quickly added. "But I should be able to get everything fixed in a few hours, maybe four or five."

"Very well, see that it gets taken care of. The Organization will benefit much from your help." Darrin said, for the first time mentioning the Organization, almost as if to see what Tobias's reaction would be. Tobias just nodded, and said "Yes, sir, I'll get to work on it."

"Good," Darrin said, looking very slightly relieved, and added. "That will be all."

Tobias had been about to leave the room when he turned his head at the sound of gunfire, many shots being fired almost at the same time.

"It is nothing to worry about, just the sound of traitors dying. We gave them the opportunity to join our cause, and they thought they would deceive us by accepting and planning to turn on us later. It is a good example to the others to see them die like the rats they are, don't you agree?" Darrin said, with a slight smile.

Tobias nodded once more and left as quickly as he respectfully could, feeling sick as he walked back to the hangar. He couldn't tell if that had been just a warning or whether Darrin had guessed something, but it was too late now to do anything about it. He closed the hangar's side door behind him and leaned against it for a few seconds, both thinking and listening in the relative darkness for anyone else that might be here. The Organization could still be stopped. They had to be stopped. After making sure no one else was around, he got to work on the Stormwind, checking everything thoroughly to make sure it was working. He also took some time to calculate a rough-and-ready adjustment for the aether-phase for the Stormwind's aetheric weapons, just in case it was needed back where the Esmerelda and the other were. He left the engines on standby, not powered up but ready to be in seconds.

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Tobias got clearance from security to look up some technical information for repairing the plane's scanner, and headed down to the third level and to a heavy fireproof door marked 'records room'. The records room was huge, dimly lit, and filled with row on row of filing cabinets, most of them locked. It contained not only records, but information about almost everything on the base. But there wasn't really a problem with the scanner, and everything he needed was in a dusty row of cabinets that were hardly ever opened, and weren't locked. The design plans of the base itself.

it had only taken a half hour or so to disconnect the long range directional scanner and rig up a simple portable battery power source. The lower levels of the base had detectors for proximity scanners, of course, but the long-range worked on a different principle. It was experimental and very new, there were only three built so far, including this one. It was also considered to have too little detail to be able to be used for this kind of work. It read mostly empty and non-empty space and some types of materials, such as metals, or aether signatures, but not both at once. But in this case those things happened to be exactly what he was looking for.

He looked up the layout of the transport rooms that would be used to send the devices, and using the long-range scanner was able to find three of them. There had been only one suitable for this purpose originally, but they had apparently redesigned another for that purpose. He wrote the location coordinates and layout into what would appear, to anyone else, to be a complicated circuit diagram. So far so good. He stopped and quickly put the scanner out of sight when he heard footsteps outside, but relaxed as they passed and faded down another hallway. He uncovered the scanner and turned the settings to aether detection. In most cases it was useless because all it did was read aetheric density, which normally varied very a little over a wide area.

But part of the mechanism of the aetheric-nuclear devices worked by creating an intense, concentrated electromagnetic field around the device to increase the aetheric density around the device to many times more than normal. This made it possible for a relatively small amount of radioactive material to produce a very large explosion, since for each time the aetheric density was doubled the explosive force was squared.

The aetheric collectors of the devices had to be kept in a constant state of very low-power operation and connected to a power source, both to keep the power cells in the devices fully charged, and because the internal mechanisms needed  very precise tuning when they were 'started' so they would work properly. Keeping them running all the time allowed them to self-adjust, and meant they could be sent out at a moment's notice instead of taking hours of preparation.

Be cause of this the devices were surrounded by a slightly higher-density aetheric field, and they showed up on the long-range scanner even through the lead shielding around the rooms where they were stored. (Used both to shield against radiation, and certain types of scanners.) The devices had to have a constant power supply to be kept in 'ready' condition. If the power supply was cut, they would be deactivated and unusable until the aether collectors were restarted and reset. He found the locations of the devices, two places he had more-or-less expected but didn't know the location of exactly, and one he hadn't. As he had guessed, they had moved them to places they could be sent out quickly from.

But there was also something he hadn't been expecting, an aetheric signature that wasn't like the devices, or anything else he could think of. The signature rose and fell in intensity with machinelike rhythm, and . The plans showed it to be in one of the secure testing rooms down in the bottom level of the base. He didn't know what it might even be, whether it was a weapon or some other type of device. It might be the device that they had mentioned about needing back, but the signature looked to be too big for a device that small. It was something they would have to look at it when the Beau Rosin came.

Several hours after he entered, he disconnected and disassembled the scanner and replaced it in the box along with some of the base's design plans, locking the door behind him as he left. He went back up to the hangar, raised the ramp on the plane behind him and and locked it in place. The engines powered up quickly and he, set the coordinates in and powered up to third phase. His plan was to return here at a time about second after he left, so there wouldn't be an alarm raised before the others came. But in case something went wrong, he went through two different locations on the way, so they wouldn't be able to trace him to the Esmerelda if, for whatever reason, he couldn't come back here on time.
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« Reply #49 on: June 29, 2010, 07:37:54 am »

Tobias returned to the Esmerelda's hold, and after quickly reinstalling the long-range scanner, he showed the others what he had found, as well as the basic layout of the base, easier now with the plans he'd 'borrowed'.

"The base is laid out like a small aerial forces base from aboveground, with a few hangars, mooring masts and a couple small runways." Tobias said as he spread out a large map. "Under the main building here there are three main underground levels, and a fourth smaller level underneath those." He took out four more rolled plans, and spread them out, showing the circular levels. "The fourth level is the most secure, and a lot of people who work in the first and second levels don't think it's anything more than basement storage. There are two transport rooms on the fourth level that they could use to send the nukes," He looked at the locations written out on the circuit diagram, and then marked them out on the floor plan. "Essentially they're a setup similar to what's on a timeship, only they move what's inside the room to somewhere else, and these two have special shielding to be able to handle the nukes. The transports ought to be easy to disable, each one has a main power line running to it from the reactor. Cut those and they can't be used, since it takes so much power to run them they don't have a backup power system. The Beau Rosin would probably be able to take care of that best. These three spots are where they're storing the nukes," He indicated two rooms on the bottom level, one near the transports, and a smaller one the level above. "The devices have to be kept connected to a power source to stay armed, so disabling them should be fairly easy. The problem with that though, is disconnecting the power by using weapons is too dangerous, someone'll have to get down there to disconnect them. Well, more than one person. Or dragon." He added. "These rooms'll probably be guarded and watched."

"Is it possible to cut the power lines for the storage rooms from a distance, the same way as the transports?" Frank asked.

"I thought about that, and unfortunately it wouldn't work. There are emergency backup generators for each of them," Tobias replied, looking through the technical data on the storage mechanisms. "...and another battery backup right underneath, or in the rooms actually, that's good for three or four hours at least."

"What about their defenses? What are we up against?" Zhan asked.

"They seem to have quite a bit up on the ground level. They've increased the perimeter defenses, and there are a couple new anti-aircraft turrets. I wasn't able to look around below much, without risking them catching on. The base had a pretty big security force originally, and well armed." He looked through the papers he had brought, several times, and then swore. "I missed that one, but I'm pretty sure that security is located on the third level, near the central elevators. I'm guessing they won't have increased it as much in the underground levels though, since they'll be more worried about defending the base from outside attacks. I can take care of pretty much anything on top, and I'll block the entrances to keep anyone from getting down. Unfortunately the Stormwind won't be much use below, since I can't fire weapons when the plane's in second phase, like the Beau Rosin can with her fields up."

"Did you happen to find any signatures that might be the andromeda device?"

"No, well I'm not sure... I did see an odd aether signature, here." Tobias said, and marked it out. "That didn't look like anything I've seen before, sort of a fluctuating signal, but it looked a bit too big to be what you're after."

"I couldn't say for certain without seeing what the signature looked like, but it's possible that it's the device we're after." Hayes said. "An andromeda's core is powerful enough to show up as something that looks too big to be a normal sized device."
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