CAW 33 - Times Like These

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  1. Pars001

    Pars001 #1 Knight Writer CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    Times Like These




    Hello, my name is Clondis Travian kind of sucks for a name I know. The thing is the name was good when I was born. I... what? When was I born? Oh, yeah right, I believe it was January twenty fifth, 1329. Look my memory of this time is a little fuzzy.

    I had just turned twenty, out looking for work when we started to hear of the black death. There had been talk the year before about it spreading across south Europe. I was making my way back from the docks where I had just landed a job when I heard a scream.

    As one of the uneducated masses, I was almost unconcerned as I hurried past the scene. A man had fallen dead, a moment later pure bedlam of the situation broke out. Still trying to avoid attention I kept going even as many stopped to gawk.

    I was almost to my little room when a rather strong arm grabbed me. I felt a severe tingling in my back opening my mouth to scream the pain increased as I thought I had been run through with a Rapier! Thankfully I blacked out as the pain was growing steadily worse.

    I don't know how long I was out minutes, hours I had no idea. The next thing I knew I was being dragged along the London streets. Son of a bitch! I didn't know who the hell had me but you'd think if they went through the trouble to take me? They would try to not kill me. Stopping a moment later I saw a gray colored hand reach out to the wall pressing certain spots.

    To my surprise the wall slid aside revealing a small metallic chamber inside. I felt whoever had me, drag me forward, and then stop as they got behind me. I got a very brief view of something so foreign to me my mind almost shut down. There in front of me was a man though not a man. He had huge dark, oval eyes, no nose, or slits for breathing. What got me the most was the extremely small mouth, plus the light slate color of his skin.

    I could already feel the tingling starting to go away. Looking at the belt of the 'gray guy' I saw several items that I could only assume were weapons. Especially what looked like a wicked knife and something that I knew was a type of Revolver.

    I decided as soon as we were inside I could escape possibly trapping him inside. Unfortunately he never afforded me the chance to do so.

    [Control,] I 'heard' in my head. [I have the focal point returning now to our present. The basic intelligence serum has been injected. I am at the transport unit. Arrival in approximately nine minutes. Gravity field activated.] Then the gray guy was steadily moving me into the chamber.

    Checking me, the gray guy nodded assuming that I was still unconscious. Touching another spot on the wall a small door opened. Looking over whatever was inside the gray guy pressed several things inside as the door started to close. The inside of the chamber started to come alive as I managed to get my foot in the doorway stopping it a bit.

    That's when my head started to pound, trying not to move I was riding a wave of increasing pain. It was a minute later that I couldn't take it any more ramming my elbow into what I considered the gray guy's chest. Ripping the door wide open I jumped out not noticing there was nothing but a thick blackness outside of it.

    I thought I 'heard' the gray guy scream out that it was too early, then nothing. I landed rather hard on something softer than the ground. Looking around I saw that it was pitch dark. Shaking my head I arose then almost fell over a body! Oh shit! What had I stumbled into?

    Making my way through what had to be a huge field I saw a great many bodies strewn across it. Moving as swiftly as I could I managed to grab what appeared to be a battle spear though different than I had seen before. Wait? When in the hell had I seen a battle spear before?

    As quietly as I could I moved away from the fires and light of the camps I saw. I was almost free of the field when I heard someone mention Warbeck. I stopped as my head started to hurt again. Warbeck? Wasn't he responsible for the second Cornish rebellion in 1497? My mouth dropped open 1497? What in the hell was going on? It was 1349 right?

    Shaking my head I kept going hoping I wasn't mistaken for an enemy. I made my way to the dirt road as I started to walk steadily east. As far as I knew, London was the only place I could think of where there was a chamber. Stopping again I shook my head, I needed to get a ride or I might never get there. My god it was five hundred seven and three fourths Kilometers!

    Sighing I started to walk again. It was a full week before me and another farmer I had met on the way pulled into London. My mouth fell open as I took in the city. Christ it was bigger, also somewhat dirtier than I remembered. Thanking the farmer I made my way across the city to the alley way that the gray man had taken me.

    I was making my way forward when a paper on the wall caught my eyes. Walking to it I saw that it was a proclamation by King Henry VII. Startled I shook my head when I realized that I could actually read it! Reading further I saw it was about the coming execution of Warbeck. Nodding I moved on toward the alley.

    Touching the wall where I remembered the gray man had, I nodded when it opened easily. Stepping in I made sure the door was still open as I stared at the panel I had opened. Shaking my head I couldn't read a single word of what was displayed. Staring harder I felt my head start to throb. Looking again I saw that about every fourth or fifth word was now recognizable.

    Shrugging I pressed the one that said activate. Then started to scream as I felt as if I was being torn in two! The chamber had only been going for perhaps thirty seconds when I fell out clutching my head. Again I felt as if I was falling then with a grunt I landed a little hard this time on the ground.

    Dusting myself off, I looked around at the dark landscape. Where in the hell was I now I thought? Last time I had landed at the tip of England now I had no idea.

    As I was looking around I saw a light ahead that was moving in a strange way. A moment later I heard a church bell start to ring. All around the country side I heard numerous bells as they started to toll. Then I heard many voices in the distance saying the king is dead long live the king.

    Shaking my head I, against my better judgement, moved toward the sound of the voices. Finally I was closer as I saw a rag tag crowd of people around what appeared to be a town crier.

    "Hear ye, Hear ye. Yesterday in the presence of god and country, our great king Henry VIII, joined our lord and maker." The crier shouted.

    "Eh! See here! ''Hoo be takin 'is place?" An older man at the front asked.

    Shaking my head I thought the man was so uneducated. Then I realized that only a few days ago I was just like him!

    "Shut yo mouth 'enry!" A thin woman next to him said.

    "I know not who will ascend the throne. Bugger off you cretin!" Several guards came forward as the crier kicked out at the man named Henry who'd reached for the parchment the crier held. This knocked Henry to the ground among a scattered laughing. "I should have you beheaded for trying to touch me! Be gone you filthy street rat!"

    I stood away from the rest as several people threw a few things at the man named Henry. The woman who had told him to be quiet stayed at his side as several more spit on him, looking at her with pity.

    Sighing, I walked on trying to remember the date. Let's see Henry the VIII died January twenty eighth, 1547! Christ! What in the hell was going on? Shaking my head I looked around again seeing if I could recognize something.

    Wandering around a bit I started to think I wasn't going to find anything. That is 'til I happened upon a field on the other side of the village.

    Cocking my head to the side, I could only stare at the numerous landmarks. Son of a bitch! I was in the same damn place I was over fifty years ago!

    Sighing I once again took to the road hoping I could survive another trip to London. I had gotten numerous rides from more than a few farmers, now I was but a day outside of London when I heard a whirling whooshing of a sound going over head. Looking up I saw what appeared to be a chamber not unlike the one that had started this.

    Great I thought I'd have to keep my eyes open for the gray guy again. I really didn't feel like another trip to the land of tingling nails and skin. The next day I thanked the farmer as we entered the city.

    I was as cautious as I could be. With the death of Henry the VIII I had no doubt that security within the city was on high alert. Then there was the gray guy, that shiny weapon he had. I could almost recall a name for it, though for now all that came to mind was a ray gun. Then again I thought what in the hell was that?

    It took me almost all day to get across the city having arrived at a point on the other side. The guards had us circle the city entering a more easterly gate. I was slowing more and more the closer I got to the alleyway the chamber was in. Stopping I was looking everywhere for the gray guy, no sense in getting shot again. Pausing I thought, shot? Where were all these strange words and ideas coming from?

    I was about to round a corner when I stopped, 'hearing' the gray guy. Looking around the corner I saw he had the chamber open, the strange thing was a great many people were walking past it oblivious to it.

    [I have tracked the focal point to this time period, control. After it incorrectly activated the time drop last time.] The gray guy stood there nodding 'hearing' someone else as they were talking to him. [I have a full scan unit...] It was at that moment that I heard a steady beeping as the gray guy's eyes got bigger. (Yeah, I know I was impressed also.)

    The gray guy pulled a small box from its belt looking at it. Ducking back behind the wall I heard the beeping almost stop. That's when things got as little weird. I could swear I could hear the gray guy start to curse. The thing is all I could really understand was the word, damn it!

    [I believe he is within the vicinity though, the natural brick of the buildings seems to be hiding his bio-signature.] The gray guy thought.

    I was nodding in agreement when a severe pain ripped through my skull. I almost screamed as I sunk to the ground. I tried to crawl away from the area as I suddenly knew that the output of my brain could be picked up easier. I made it almost a block away turning a few corners when I felt a presence beside me. I closed my eyes shaking my head damn it, it had found me!

    [Ah! Comm... Clondis sir! Finally I found you! We need to get you stabilized before you have a Transient Ischemic Attack!] Came the gray guy's thoughts.

    When I only looked at him as if he were crazy he thought a moment, [you still haven't progressed far enough. You might call it a mini stroke though not really, the symptoms are the same.]

    I was still staring at him when faster than I could follow; he withdrew, loaded, and then injected me with a pneumatic needle gun. [This is a synaptic accelerator,] he said. Jumping as it made a sound I punched the gray guy as hard as I could. Diving in the chamber I hit the activate button even as the gray guy looked up in horror then faded.

    I was smiling smugly when the pain started to creep up my legs. Screaming I had to hold on as long as I could. Unfortunately my legs collapsed as once again I tumbled out of the door. This time I knew I was screwed as I seemed to come out of the clouds heading for a moving body of water.

    Smashing into the surface felt almost like I was hitting a solid floor. I felt consciousness start to fail as I heard a bunch of running feet heading my way. Waking up what seemed only a short time later I looked around the sparsely furnished, I guess it was a hut.

    I tried to move then found I was tied to the pallet? Or was it a cot or bed? I was on. No matter what I did, I wasn't able to get loose. A moment later an absolutely beautiful vision of what I could only call a red headed angel walked in. Looking at me she opened her mouth, "Ciamar a tha thu a 'faireachdainn?"

    I shook my head as I tried to concentrate on what she was saying. I looked at her gesturing her to say it again.

    The red headed beauty nodded then stated, "Ciamar a tha you feeling?"

    I smiled well I thought I got half of it. I opened my mouth to speak only a squeak came out.

    Her brow furrowing, she untied one of my arms handing me an evil looking brew. "An seo drink this." She said. I nodded as I took it from her hand and turned it up. "Mise suggest you go nas slaodaiche!" She shouted as I drained the cup.

    Too late I realized what she had been trying to tell me. I suddenly lurched to the side away from her emptying the contents of my stomach. Embarrassed I tried not to look at her.

    Smiling she handed me another cup of the same foul looking and now that I thought about it smelling brew.

    "Nas slaodaiche this time. It is very strong, fada stronger than you smaoineachadh." She told me as I nodded then started to sip at the concoction.

    I almost lurched again as the liquid hit my stomach. Embarrassed again I turned away. "I apologize my lady." Hoping whatever language she was speaking was finally coming out of my mouth.

    "So," she said taking the now (thankfully) empty cup from me. "It appears you haven't had much cleachdadh with your Gaelic." Here she smiled. "Some time with my husband a bharrachd air a 'chòrr of his men will help."

    I shook my head, Gaelic? I started to search through my memories settling on the bishop’s wars. Looking at the red headed woman beside me I asked, "I seem to be lost. Is this Berwick-upon-Tweed? Or Newburn?"

    She seemed to be shocked a moment then poured more of her evil smelling brew. "It is obvious that you are still unwell. Drink this, my husband has questions for you." Sighing I nodded as I very slowly sipped at the... whatever it is. Nodding she said, "in case this isn't a lie as I feel it isn't, this is Newburn."

    I nodded as I felt what I had drank starting to roll in my stomach threatening to evacuate once again. As my skin started to turn white The woman turned away from me pulling up her skirt. I heard a ripping sound then she was placing what I could swear were part of Silk Stockings over my face!

    I was shocked when I felt my stomach start to quiet, shaking my head it was the damnest thing. "Good, as I said my husband is Lord General of the Army of the Covenant, Alexander Leslie. I am his wife Agnes Leslie."

    I was nodding then suddenly I had a searing pain in my head. Oh my god! It had to be the day after he and Montrose had secured victory. I tried to keep my mouth closed it was 1640! Almost a hundred years! I was in the northern most section of England, calculating I shook my head again. Good god! I was over four hundred sixty Kilometers from London!

    I sighed as I laid back down; this was bad I had to get out of here before he came back. Closing my eyes I felt her retie my arm then move out of the hut.

    Barely opening my eyes I saw I was alone again. Quickly I worked the arm she'd retied loose. I was free in no time though how to get away might take a moment. Moving to the back of the hut I looked out the square opening that was for air like a window.

    Looking each way I was shocked that I didn't see anyone. Carefully climbing out, I made my way from the hut as quickly away as I could. I was possibly a kilometer away when I had another searing pain run through my head.

    Getting off the road and hiding 'til this passed was a whole other thing unto its self. Falling I was still gripped by the searing blinding pain. I knew I was nowhere far enough away though at the moment I had no hope of moving.

    Laying there writhing in pain I started to see images that I had no idea of what they were. I started to see numerous gray guys looking to me for orders. Orders? Alright now I was starting to get interested. Perhaps I could get the last guy to take me back.

    Then the images changed, I was seeing the location of a chamber not far away. I was seeing it clearly in a city called Newcastle, thankfully only 11.1 kilometers away. Breathing a sigh I laid as still as I could trying to will the pain away.

    Thankfully it was gone in a few minutes though as I could hear they had obviously discovered I was gone. Moving as quietly as I could, I took to the trees as much as I could. It was almost two days later that I finally walked into the city. Still unsure if the Scots had made it this far I went to an alley way in the city as fast as I could.

    Briefly looking around I decided it was safe as I made my way to the wall. I had just opened the chamber when I felt what seemed like the barrel of something cold and hard against my back. Standing still I waited for the death I knew was coming.

    "Ah! So I see you know of the Photon disseminator, good very good. It will make questioning you far easier. Now then who are you?" I heard a voice say as I felt a hand slowly turn me around. There was a gasp then I saw the face of a human man that I could swear I knew. "So Clondis, you finally decided to work with us huh?"

    I stared at the man's face a moment then shook my head. "Besides my name, I have no memory of you or all that much else." I told the familiar stranger in front of me.

    At first the man had a shocked look on his face then he started to laugh. "Oh! That's a good one Clondis! The most brilliant human in modern history and you have no memory. A real good one." Then the man's face turned hard as he shoved me into the chamber activating several switches.

    For a few seconds nothing happened then I felt pain, though this time it was nowhere as bad. A mere minute later the man shoved me out of the chamber. Stumbling I fell forward as I got a look at a huge window. What the hell!? That was the earth! Now what the hell had I fallen into?

    "Move Clondis! I'm sure the administrator has more questions than I do. I suggest you not lie to him as you have me. He is far less lenient than I am!" The man told me.

    He walked me to another huge room where a pale alien also with large eyes though a lot smaller head and body than the gray guy had. [So you have finally come to your senses Clondis Travian! Perhaps now with your mind we can put things as they should be!] The pale alien thought to me.

    I only stared at it with a look of confusion. Waving its hand like appendage at me it eyes got bigger (yeah scary I know) Then I swear I felt it was startled.

    [Agent,] the pale alien thought. [Are you certain that this is THE Clondis Travian? I can see his name is Clondis other than that there is hardly even rudimentary knowledge, let alone science there. Take him back no one would believe him if he talked about here.]

    "Administrator!" The man almost shouted causing the pale alien to cringe a bit. "I know your scans are never wrong but I feel this is him. Could he not be having repressed memory? Brought on by a severe trauma during a past visit?"

    The pale alien nodded as he again stretched a hand appendage out to me. Then he withdrew it shaking his head. [I am reading no residual memories at all. If he was suffering a past memory repression then I would know. Release him his low intelligence is irritating me to no end.]

    The man nodded to the alien then grasp my arm herding me to the room we'd appeared in. In a low voice he whispered to me, "damn it Clondis I know it is you! What in the hell is going on that your intelligence has regressed? Damn it, the administrator won't listen. I'll keep an eye on you just in case."

    A moment later we appeared back in the alley, the man taking me a block away then turning vanished into the crowd. Shaking my head I started back toward the chamber that I and the man had come back in. Shrugging I thought he might be gone.

    I was almost back when I had to sit feeling another of the head splitting headaches take ahold of me. I started to see more flashes of memory this time I even got a few names, though as to whom they belonged I had no idea. Two names stood out the most, Bedall Satot and Draven Travian. Travian? The same as mine? Was it possible I had a male relative out there hunting for me?

    I approached the chamber in the alley way again, this time I was looking at everything. I had been zapped twice now by something like a ray gun I wasn't looking for a third. I noticed an odd spot near the wall that the chamber was on. Watching for an hour I finally saw the man move a bit breaking the concealing field. Sighing I knew I was in for a long wait, though how the hell did I know that?

    I must have fallen asleep because I awoke to the sun rising. Looking around I saw that the man was still by the wall. Damn doesn't this guy ever take a break? Waiting longer I saw that he finally went into the chamber entering a code then the door closed.

    Going to the door I opened it to an alarm going off. Entering the code I knew would shut it off I sighed at the quiet. I didn't have time though as I knew the alarm would have been picked up where ever the man went. Stepping in I tapped another panel on the other side of the chamber. Nodding I saw that every third and fourth word were clear to me.

    Looking at the activate switch I saw it had fifteen settings! Christ no wonder I had damn near fried myself. Again the problem was I could barely discern half of what the settings were. Seeing a future setting I pressed the opposite one figuring it was for the past.

    I heard another alarm going off, shit I thought no time for further investigating. Pressing the button I gritted my teeth as I felt the chamber hum. At first I was surprised there was no pain, then it hit me like a solid wall. Groaning I held on as long as I could. I saw what appeared to be a time piece. A minute good! A little more I felt the splitting feeling again as I fell forward out the door again! Shit had I forgot to close it again I thought it was automatic!

    Falling again I was suddenly met by water almost face first. Groaning, I barely managed to stand making my way toward the embankment. Shaking my head I saw light ahead then I heard the sounds of dying and injured men in the distance. What the hell? I was at the end of another battle?! Why the hell was I being singled out to be at all these parades of death?

    I started to walk away when I heard a moaning closer to the bridge. Moving forward I found a young man who appeared to have been shot. Getting the man to his feet was no easy task, as I slowly got the man moving toward the camp I'd seen.

    Finally after what seemed hours we were within sight of those in the camp. "Aye! Hold there!" I heard then the approach of many feet. "Jimson!" A few said in the crowd that was forming. A few men took the injured man as I fell exhausted to the ground.

    I sat there for a few minutes before I was approached by an older man. "Ya did a good thing, bringing Jimison to us." Then the smallish man held out his hand, "Lt. Col. John Robinson, we're following the English to Concord if you wish to go." I just shook my head still too exhausted bringing the man to this point. "Well, if you want to fight those damn English then feel free to follow us.

    I was barely able to look up as I nodded. Then it hit me, Lt. Col. John Robinson! One of the commanders at the start of hostilities of the American revolutionary war! Lexington, that meant they were on the move to several other cities. Christ it was 1775! Another hundred plus years. Damn it I had pressed the opposite of forward, uh.... hadn't I?

    Within minutes the camp was almost deserted as the multitude of men moved out. Too tired to care I guess I was careless as I felt another cold tube against my arm. Then the unmistakable sound of a pneumatic needle gun. Jumping up I started to curse as I started feeling light headed.

    I saw the gray guy moving to ease me to the ground. [Really sir we need to get you back to get your mind repaired.] I heard its urgent thoughts. [The accelerators I have given you can only do so much.] I tried to watch him as again he dragged me across the ground. Damn it I was going to be bruised all over at this rate!

    Walking to the chamber the gray guy extracted a tube attaching it to my arm. [Hold still sir this should help with the unbalance within minutes. This infusion of memory plasma should accommodate the nanomites to restore you faster.]

    I felt a thin prick of my skin then an almost burning sensation as whatever he was putting in me started. Trying to scream from the pain wasn't much help either as nothing came out of my mouth.

    [There sir now you should be able to have restored brain capacity in no time.] Finally moving us into the chamber the gray guy started us moving only to have it shut down thirty seconds later. [We appear to be at Monday, 19 June 1815. what do you perceive?] The gray guy asked me.

    Shockingly I 'heard' myself tell him, "This is the day after the defeat of Napoleon Bonaparte. We appear to be on the outskirts of a place called Waterloo in Belgium. Though at this time it was a part of the Netherlands."

    The gray guy nodded touching a few buttons and switches. Even as I was falling toward the door which was suddenly opening. Hitting the ground hard I was surprised it was as hard as it was 'til I noticed I had fell on the breastplate of a soldier's armor. Wait? Armor in 1815? Something was wrong.

    I heard the gray guy gasp then reach out to pull me back in. Even as he did I saw that all of the armor was disappearing. Again I had to ask what the hell was going on.

    Then I was back in with the gray guy, wait! I was starting to remember this guy was in fact a time director, his name was Bedall? [Yes sir?] The gray, well Bedall replied.

    "Starting to recall more though at the moment I am afraid that I have far more holes than memories." I told him.

    [That is good sir. I am attempting to override intervention circuits so we can return to central. Though I have to say sir you have already corrected almost fifty percent of anomalies.] Bedall replied.

    Bedall worked for several minutes then for several more. Then he slightly smacked the panel issuing a string of curses in his own language. [I apologize sir. I am afraid I have been working with you the longest so I tend to talk more like you do.]

    Though a little unsure I chuckled a bit. I watched as he started all over again trying to over ride everything seemed to be far more difficult than I thought it would be. "Still having problems?" I asked.

    Sighing he nodded, [it appears we may have two or three more stops. I apologize sir, these I can't over ride.]

    Nodding I raised a hand to let him know to start. Turning back he started us forward again even as I felt the throbbing in my head. The chamber shut down as the door slid open I again falling almost face first out of it. This time though Bedall was ready, steadying me. [We are on the date April 10, 1865. your perceptions?]

    "This is the day after the surrender of the Confederate General Robert E. Lee to the Union General Ulysses S. Grant. It signified the end of the American civil war." I told a nodding Bedall.

    I suddenly felt several twinges of pain as I rolled up into a ball at Bedall's... I guess they were feet. I heard him gasp then I felt another pneumatic needle gun injection. Though this one was giving me a chilling feeling all over.

    Bedall pulled a small unit waving it over me slowly. [Oh dear we really must make all haste to central. The fact that we are closer is helping your mind but we have several centuries to go.] Bedall's appendages seemed to fly rapidly over the controls then we were on the way.

    Less than a minute later the chamber again shut down. Bedall looked at the readings then turned to me. [It appears we are at 12 November 1918 near the city of Compiègne, the significance?] He asked.

    I was seeing several things at the same time then I nodded as I said, "this was the day after the final armistice was signed. This marked the end of the first world war."

    [I remember reading about that one on your planet. A truly terrible conflict. Although as I remember nowhere as bad as the next two.] Bedall told me.

    I could only stare at Bedall as if he we crazy. Ignoring me he again started to press the buttons to get us moving. Like before we were only moving a half minute then the chamber shut down. Leaning against the door the pain returned with a vengeance.

    The door again slid open as I fell out rolling to a stop. Bedall rushed to get me back in the chamber as I heard the approach of several pair of feet. Breathing a sigh of relief Bedall began to close the chamber. [I am reading we are in 9 May 1945 very near a city called Reims. Can you recall pertinent details of it?]

    Ignoring Bedall I lay there for a few minutes as I tried to will the splitting of my head away. Finally I looked up at Bedall, "it was the day after the instrument of surrender was signed by the Germans ending the war in Europe."

    Bedall was nodding then started to stare at me as he adjusted more reading then nodded to me. A startled look came to his face as he said [Where did you get that Scarab pin?] He asked.

    "Not sure, I don't remember it before I met the other agent. Said he worked for the administrator?] I told Bedall he had a shocked look then went on with what he was doing. Then Bedall suddenly snatched the Scarab pin smashing it on the floor of the chamber. [Now they can't follow us.]

    Activating the chamber I felt us start to move then there was a crash as the chamber came to a stop. [It appears we have been damaged by another time drop chamber.]

    "Where are we?" I asked of Bedall.

    [It appears we are in the year 1950. I'm afraid we are just outside of the protectorate’s jurisdiction. Also I am unable to repair this unit.] Bedall sadly thought.

    "Who usually repairs them?" I asked.

    Bedall looked at me strange for a moment then thought, [why, you do sir.]

    Nodding my head I thought great we're screwed! Bedall stared at me a moment then pulled another box from his belt. "I'm not sure I could fix a sandwich, let alone this machine." I told him.

    [You can sir, just think to the time drop. If you have recovered enough then you should be able to start its repairs.] Bedall's thoughts said.

    Shrugging I did as he asked seeing a huge myriad of plans. Then I 'heard' the chamber talking to me! NOW I was seriously starting to stress out. Suddenly I actually knew what to do as I told the chamber what to do,

    There was a sudden knocking outside the door. Then I heard the same man that had taken me into space. "Clondis! Open this door! We can go back to the Administrator you can help us end this! Clondis! You stubborn ass! Open NOW!"

    Shaking my head I activated the external speakers. "I don't think so Draven have fun getting back. As I assume you can't repair the time drops."

    "You ass! Don't you leave me here you son of a bitch! Clondis!" I heard him shouting as the chamber was starting to cycle up. "Damn it Clondis we have a code of honor! You're just going to abandon it! Clondis! Brother!" That was the last I heard as the chamber started again.

    A mere two minutes later we arrived though I was no better for wear and tear as I was gasping for breath. I felt as if my skin was on fire, my head had a steady beating going on inside. Then door had barely started to open when I fell against it the out onto the floor.

    A few hours later I awoke in the central time authority sick bay. Bedall was there as were a few others that were monitoring me. Looking at Bedall I saw that he wasn't doing all that well.

    "You need to get back to your atmosphere before you expire. I know you were worried though if you are passed then I'd have to train another. A prospect I do not relish." I told the now pale gray guy as I had started to call him.

    [Yes commander Clondis, please call me when you have need of me again. I will require a few cycles to restore myself.] Bedall told me.

    "Good I'll contact you soon so we can go over what caused the failure of the mission." I told him.

    With that he bowed as he stepped into the small chamber and gave one last look back, before activating the air lock. Sighing I nodded I'd see him again soon.
     
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  3. 1 Toy Maker

    1 Toy Maker Well-Known Member

    Interest ing intresting intresting. A bit disjointed and jumpy but i gueas written that way. Id like to see more of it.
    Well entertained writer.
     
  4. Pars001

    Pars001 #1 Knight Writer CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    as always sci-fi a favorite of mine. though had to look up all the wars that were mentioned.
     
  5. Little Miss K

    Little Miss K Naughty but Nice 3-Time CAW Winner CAW SS Winner

    It's kind of a wibbly wobbly timey wimey story! :D:):D

    I almost wrote a Dr. Who story to use time travel as a way of using the words. This is even better. :p I was picturing the Tardis from the very beginning. (Time Machine from Dr. Who.)

    I got confused in a couple of places with who was who, but I backtracked, and got it figured out. There were some errors that should have been fixed. Mostly missing punctuation. None of it was a huge distraction.

    You must have done a lot of research for this, and I always think that adds a lot to a story. It shows that you care about it, and as a reader I appreciate it. :)

    I felt Clondis' frustration at trying to figure out what was going on, and I was becoming tense. I kept wanting to see where he was going to end up next, and wondering if his memory would return.

    It could have been fun if there was a woman involved who he couldn't remember. That would lead to an awkward situation. :confused:

    Good story. I liked it a lot. :)
     
  6. ahorsewithnoname

    ahorsewithnoname Author & Admin. Live. Love. Write! Win a Pulitzer! Staff Member Founder & Admin 7-Time CAW Winner 5-Time CAW SS Winner

    I do agree with Little Miss K about the research. I'm always appreciative when someone takes the time to look up dates and battles and other nuances that belong in a certain period of history. That part was done well. Good plot. Fiction involving time travel can be a lot of fun to write. I liked the injection of humor too.
     
  7. Uncle B

    Uncle B Well-Known Member 3-Time CAW Winner

    I found 15 uses from all 3 lists. Good work.

    I figured there would be at least one time travel story. It's a good way to use the words. Very nice job with all of the historical details.

    Thanks for your participation.
     
  8. Jeymar

    Jeymar Dean of the Perverts CAW SS Winner

    Thank you for your submission
     
  9. Missrachael

    Missrachael Well-Known Member Queen of Cheshire

    Ok, this was a bit too jumpy and stilted for me, so sorry! As for the history part, very clever but I absolutely hate history! It was a clever use of time travel but I just couldn't get 'into' it, which was a shame. Good effort and I'm positive it will appeal to many readers, just not this grumpy one, sorry.
     
  10. HCB0414

    HCB0414 Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist 2-Time CAW SS Winner

    Well I am not into time travel, however I am very much into history. I don't know why, I drive my wife nuts with it all the time.

    Like others have said, I really appreciate the fact that you did your research for this story. This was a good story that I enjoyed a lot.

    Thank you and good luck.
     
  11. ejls

    ejls Moderator Staff Member Moderator CAW Founder 7-Time CAW Winner

    Never been a sci-fi fan but I am a fan of research and effort. If I get lost, and I admit I did, it's on me, not the writer. This was really well done and I applaud you.
     
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  12. bistander

    bistander Well-Known Member Multi-CAW Finalist KAW Winner

    I wonder, did the author do research or is it all in their head? Very creative way to get the words used. You have a good imagination for creating a story.

    I must say, though, there was a shit load of sighing, shaking and nodding.

    This sentence: I felt a severe tingling in my back opening my mouth to scream the pain increased as I thought I had been run through with a Rapier!
    The way that reads, opening his mouth caused a severe tingling in his back. It would have been easy and clear if you said: I screamed because of a severe tingling in my back. The pain increased as if I'd been run through with a Rapier.
    Or it could have been done other ways that would have made it clearer.
    Just my two cents as a reader.
    I do appreciate your effort and the time you invested. Writing is hard work.