ARC OF THE IMMORTALS Book 2

Time Rifts 60/ Three Factions & the Overseers

The Sol System and the Asteroid Belt

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The Lingam Egg glowed and more Gypsums appeared, thousands more.

“See here, they are leaving their ship — as predicted.” Rasis made the pronouncement.

“This be no trick,” Ourus added.

The screen showed a massive flotilla of ships in the belt. They were slow-moving toward Jupiter.

“Prepare to jump onto their Secondary Bridge,” Rasis commanded.

The Gypsum warriors jumped onto the secondary bridge. Tommalar, Reypat, and the rest of the bridge crew stepped into a molecular transporter. Two Gypsum Warriors fired weapons as they left.

The original crew remained unscathed — the molecular transporter — destroyed.

Touzdae jumped the Needlecraft. As the small ship cleared the jump space two giant Mu ships (the one and two) surrounded the wisp of a ship. Touzdae went into shock. The Needlecraft, a blown leaf, caught in the turbulence of the wake of the two gargantuan ships. Triggered by the size and scope of the dance of Mu-1 and Mu-2 — all the losses and grief rose in her for expression.

Tears streaked Touzdae’s cheeks. Her body and soul trembled and wept for Jac and all the losses from before. They appeared out of the jump space a thousand miles from the remaining fleet from Mu-1.

The Computer monitored the dance of the two ships. Heading: Earth. Touzdae found her bearings. She asked the computer to set a course to the fleet with the ion drive.

“This is Touzdae and Jac’s Needlecraft calling Captain Tommalar, transmitting. Do you receive?” She waited.

“Captain Tommalar, here.”

The two versions of the ships cycled in and out of each other’s dimensions. When they encountered Earth’s atmosphere they dove in opposite directions.

Amidst the destructive atomic devices explosions the Mu-2 dove. Their ship, filled with Griz Acks and a few stray humans, pierced the space-time barrier. They went back through time, the ship disintegrated as it went and crashed. All died except for two in an escape pod, with a large machine. The incident occurred in a remote area of the largest land mass of Mu.

Mu-1 filled with some humans and a few thousand Gypsums went forward in time. The many Gypsums were borne out of the Lingam Egg. They populated the ship.

The Mu-1 made a forced landing in the swamps of a tropical jungle. The landing destroyed the structure of the ship. It would never fly again.

And they began an empire dominated by gods and slaves. They were erroneously called Egyptians.

“Me likes this new name — Egyptians. It has elegance,” Ourus stated.

Though saddened by Jac’s deep burns, she felt buoyed with new confidence. It was a context afforded her by Shisla’s transformative sweet ball-shaped pellet. It helped her to create and include an understanding of their light-made flesh. She felt the larger picture. For thousands of years Touzdae’s experience with the Mu people augmented her experience. She became a child of the light, an integral member of the Mu humans. The pill helped her integrate the experience into a larger context based on being.

Shisla, though his body was gone, she felt his presence. Somehow his presence — his spirit body was nearby.

A protective shield of some kind obscured her identity and Jac’s identity too.

Once she heard from Tommalar she throttled the ion drive on full to rendezvous with the fleet.

There was a jarring feeling as the Needlecraft arrived at the trailing edge of the flotilla. Something left the craft and flew out into space. Touzdae unstrapped and went to the Medi-chamber in the transdimensional cabin. She put her hands on the chamber and sent healing vibrations to Jac.

“There,” Kurtz put his finger on the fleet. “Send a squadron of fighters there.”

“Nothing there of consequence,” the Newt-Grey said.

“You missed it.” Kurtz pressed the button releasing the squadron of fighters.

Whatever had left returned in an embrace of the Needlecraft and the fleet of 63 ships.

Jac floated in the sunshine beneath a gauze of cloud cover. The warm mist of the cloud soothed his dermis as night fell. He floated in the vastness of interstellar space. Impressions wafted by… and a familiar voice entered his thoughts.

…this is the fifth space/time reset… they see what they want to see based on projections…

…biological life on Earth returns in one thousand years…

Shisla? Jac wondered. Are you the voice of Shisla? Jac thought the question to whomever.

No answer. The voice continued. This was our last chance at bending the timeline. Give them a war they they thought they had won. Their illusion of eliminating the chance of mother consciousness taking root. We made them think they had won — created an illusion. A compromise. And a tragedy of great proportion, sorrow, and gargantuan grief. Did we do the best we could? Humanity’s promise may…

The voice — gone and Jac disappeared into the void.

You can jump this fleet of ships in one jump, the voice reassured Touzdae.

Antares Prime is a long way from here, Touzdae thought to the voice.

The fighters descended into the fleet armed with laser cannons and plasma torpedoes.

Immerse your being into the context. distance — not of consequence. Decide to include. The thoughts came through. Touzdae surrendered to the context.

Touzdae jumped a fleet of 63 ships. In moments they arrived at Antares Prime. Four of the fighters were with them. The higher vibrations nullified their weapons. The vibration set their ships out of control — four of them. Two spiraled out of control into deep space. The other two ejected.

Jac’s consciousness — displaced from his body entered into one of the five Tau duplicates. This one was shouting at Kurtz.

Jac felt him raise his arm, hand, and finger — pointing at Kurtz.

“You are the Antarian using the Kurtz disguise. You are Bendel Von — ” A laser cut him in half.

“Destroy the Tau template and all remaining duplicates.” Kurtz seethed with the command.

“It is you,” Jac said as Tau bled out. Kurtz knew Jac saw him. They recognized each other. Jac saw Bendel in Kurtz’s eyes. And Kurtz saw Jac in Tau’s eyes.

Jac’s spirit returned to Jac’s body. The protecting spirit was there too.

“Maybe there is hope for you, Bendel,” Jac said out loud.

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