ARC OF THE IMMORTALS Book 2
Time Rifts-19: Entering the Arc
Dimensional Encounters
Recap from the previous chapter 18: Touzdae recovers from a very high vibrational reality to a lower vibrational reality. It takes about 3 months, whereas Jack recovers in 3 weeks. Captain Tommalar confers with Jac and Phorae. “The arc is strong and spans 5 galaxies.” Jac begins to look at bringing the Mu into the arc. Phorae is at the ready to assist.
In the alt-reality, Captain Tommalar explains that the arc is disappearing at the far end of the Linea Galaxy (which holds the Antarian systems). And that the last attempt to enter, forced the Mu to land on a minimally oxygenated moon for repairs that took ten years. Touzdae asks Tommalar to put three reasons why he needs her help and the final destination in writing. When she receives the letter she holds to her heart chakra. And reads his vibration — sees into his past. Later she reads the words and is struck by his honesty.
Touzdae agrees to help him and the Mu — enter the arc. After the verbal confirmation of the deal, she talks to herself and says:
“I know there is a way to get back to my Jac.” She beams with love and exudes light. An older Touzdae appears immersed in a golden-white-light. She feels Jac’s presence and love. He feels her presence too. And offers reassurance.
“Yes, everything is okay and is okay forever now,” Touzdae told herself. Immediately she sees a vision of how to proceed.
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Jac’s body relaxed after his contact with Touzdae’s presence. A vision appeared: it was his Needlecraft and hundreds more. After conferring with the Captain there were 105 Needlecraft on board. Almost 100 of them had been converted to the improved redesign. It was after Jac and Touzdae had jumped aboard the Mu after their escape from Gata that the retro fit and resign of the Needlecraft began.
Three weeks later
Between a pulsar and a black hole, fifteen hundred and three Phorae improved Needlecrafts jumped around Jac’s Mu.
Six hundred along each hanger. One hundred and fifty Needlecrafts aft of and on the dorsal bridge. The other one hundred and fifty forward of the fuge hub and on the anterior.
The three remaining Needlecrafts one with each group. Two groups of 600 and one group of 300.
The BioMass Computer coordinated the jump engines of the ship. And it linked with all Needlecrafts.
They jumped inside the arc.
Jac and Phorae piloted the third Needlecraft. Phorae was surprised and not surprised that Jac vanished from the cockpit.
Touzdae’s Mu engaged 1500 and 1 Needlecrafts with the Mu’s engine. The two Mu-s jumped inside the arc.
The co-existing factions aboard Touzdae’s Mu began fighting with each other. It was brother against brother, brother against sister, sister against sister and non-gendered.
A group saw Jac aboard and attacked him. Jac stood and separated himself from the fray. He spread his arms out to his sides and opened a space for himself. Jac was invisible to them in the neutral dimension. The ones that had attacked him, attacked each other.
Touzdae appeared in the six-foot-wide space Jac created. They moved toward each other. Everything began to collapse.
Both Mu-s though merged one inside the other — de-resonated. In a blink, they reappeared each in their own reality. Separate and on opposite sides outside the arc space. Outside and in separate dimensions.
Everyone aboard Jac’s Mu collapsed on the deck, except those without doppelgängers. Most of the pilots in the Needlecrafts passed out. Phorae did not. Jac reappeared and took the controls.
“Report,” he barked at Phorae.
“Huh?” Phorae in shock.
On Touzdae’s Mu, the warring groups and individuals ceased fighting. They fell asleep. Touzdae was in shock and did not respond to prompts from the on-board computer. As a result, her Needlecraft went on autopilot back to the port hanger.
Approached by a kindly elderly man Touzdae felt seen and validated. She had seen him in passing and noticed his loving countenance.
“Hello dear one, I am Docktor Vishkoff Malley. You may call me Vish or Mally. I am wondering if I may offer you some theories about what happened. I am a scientist, a researcher in physics, biology, some chemistry, and the strange. My specialty is alternate dimensions. I am hoping we may help each other.” The docktor bowed his head and angled it to the side a bit. “Apparently there I had no counterpart aboard the other ship. I checked their database to be sure. I stayed in my quarters and took a cocktail of anti-anxiety medications.”
“I am Touzdae Emmons of the Fleur, you may call me Touzdae.”
“So, Touzdae, would you care to join me for a cup of tea in my laboratory at 4 pm?” Vishkoff asked.
“I would Mally, thank you. But don’t you mean at 1600 hours?” she said, smiling with a tinge of sarcasm.
“I eschew all things military, despite my service to the military aboard this ship.”
“Thank Spirit,” she said relieved.
Jac, Phorae, Captain Tommalar, and the top engineers met in one of the many conference rooms. “We need to equip each Needlecraft with a Neutral Space Generator,” Jac said.
“I cannot even comprehend what that means,” Tracx, the head of engineering said. And added, “Let alone how to build one.”
“I’ve meditated on what I did when we merged — in sync with Alt-Mu,” Jac said matter-of-fact. “I can show you a picture, though I have yet to understand the dynamics of building one.”
“Excuse me,” Phorae began, “What is it supposed to do, Jac?”
“Yes, finally,” Captain Tommalar’s mind cleared.
“From what I see. We make a neutral space to pass through the other ship. That kind of space needs to be big enough to hold us and them will separate us from them inside the arc. In two of three dimensions.”
Suke entered the room. “Am I to understand, Jac, that I am needed as a conduit to connect you and Tracx together?”
“Exactly.”
Touzdae and Docktor Vishkoff Malley met at 4 pm.
“Congratulations you’re right on time,” Docktor Malley stated.
She was six minutes early.
They drank tea while Vishkoff rattled through six theories on what happened.
“According to the laws of physics, an exact merging of doppelgangers is impossible. Yet the impossible happened. Out of the box is my specialty. The instruments in my quarters registered the neutral dimension with two occupants. That would be you and your life-mate. Am I correct?”
Touzdae nodded “yes” with vigor.
“I am from the other dimension of the Mu, the original. This one has been disintegrating since we arrived. They think, the Captain and all the people here, and are of the mind,” Vishkoff lost his train of thought. “What was I saying? Yes, all the people here aim to replace the other dimension before complete collapse here.”
“Oh my Spirits, can that be true? How did it get this way?”
“I’m afraid so. And a good question. When the original Mu battled the Reptoids a massive amount of nukes detonated. The number of nukes used contained enough energy to split realities. Eventually, one reality will dominate.”
“Oh,” Touzdae felt saddened.
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