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Atlantis-Minor literally becomes a 'House of Fun' as Alex repeals the 'no gifts' order for her sisters as she hopes to draw out Clemson's multiple personalities. The deadly cat and mouse game continues and Alex faces her worst nightmare as she and Andie experience, first-hand, the extinction of the sisters of Kili. Can the Empress of Time and Space succeed in convincing time to return what it has forgotten? If so, will it return more than she bargained for? Episode 4 "Pawn to Rook Three" 1305hrs, Pharaoh's Residence, Memphis, Egypt, 2520BC "What do you mean?" Jansk replied in confusion- his face only showing the shock of the question placed before him. "I was sent to your base by the Department of the Navy to audit your readiness and functionality?" "Hun, I may be just a simple farm girl from Missoura, but I know bullshit when I smell it. You might as well own up to it because I already know the 'who' AND the 'why'. Clairvoyant, remember?" I replied calmly as I pointed to my head a few times. "I assure you I work for no one but the Department of the Navy, Empress," Spanikurz defended. "And just when did the 'Department of the Navy' become a part of the OSS?" I asked quizzically. "I don't know what you are talking about, Empress. I am just a simple appraisor." I smiled and nodded once before turning away from him. "Jansk, have I told you about some of the things a Mind Warrior can do?" I waited patiently for a moment. When no answer came, I gracefully turned back toward him and continued. "One thing a Mind Warrior is really good at doing is," I paused for effect, "Digging deep into the innermost corners of the human brain." "It works equally well with Terrans and those of Homeland blood, Alex," Jack added for Spanikurz' benefit. Anna Beth's eyes widened as she looked to my Ex-O. "Jack here can dig so deep into your mind that she could find secrets you didn't know you kept, hun." "No, Mr. Spanikurz, it is nowhere near painless," Jack answered his unspoken question honestly. "Yes, I read minds," Jack said aloud, indignantly. "I'm not just another pretty face." "A Mind Warrior never bluffs, Jansk," I told him before he said his next statement. "I think you are bluffing..." he started, but stopped and looked at me baffled. "I have no reason to bluff, Mr. Spanikurz," Jack told him- a calm, but terrifying tone entering her voice. "I have no equal in the universe, except the universe itself, now can we get back to the question the Empress asked you?" 'Now y'all'er bluffin' Commander,' I thought to my Ex-O. 'Who's going to tell him?' I smiled. "Empress, might the Queen of Egypt reason with this descendent?" I looked at Anna Beth with as worried a look as I could. Our sisters caught on fast and stepped away from him. "James, Jansk...whoever you wish to call yourself," Anna Beth began, turning his face to meet hers. "Let me look into your eyes," she said dramatically. "They say the eyes will reveal all truths." Alusia and Jack, already facing her, looked away quickly. "What beautifully mysterious brown eyes you have," she said as Spanikurz' face went blank immediately. "Why don't you tell the Empress the answer to her question- in fact, why don't you answer all questions asked of you until told otherwise? You have nothing to fear from us IF you simply tell the true." Anna Beth turned the man's head back to me and nodded. Nodding back, I asked my first question. "Who do you work for and how do you know about me?" "I work for a secret group attached to the OSS, Empress. You came to our attention after a radio broadcast from the Japanese mainland was intercepted. Tokyo Rose claimed that a U.S. submarine, operated solely by women, attacked and sank a Japanese Freighter- a freighter carrying medical and food supplies destined for the Solomon's. Since the story seemed even farther off base than her usual trash, we decided to investigate. Shortly thereafter we intercepted communications informing the Navy Department that a special unit was to be formed- a unit whose main mission was to rescue and retrieve survivors of air and sea attacks when not escorting or patrolling with attack groups." Alusia listened intently but seemed completely stunned by the man's admission. "I thought you were my cousin, Jansk. Now I find out it might not be true?" "Grandmother, I am...was your cousin. I have been informing on the Nazi movements in Poland ever since being recruited by the Americans in 1934. When the invasion took place it was deemed necessary for me and several others to leave or face exposure. While in the process, I was approached by the Gestopo and threatened with detention or reveal where you...Lusius, the scientist was. Once revealed, they allowed me to leave Poland." "So what is your interest in me?" I asked again, motioning for Alusia to hold her tongue. "We were to investigate and find the legend, confirm it to be real and if proven factual, we would make you defeat Hitler, his allies, and any other entities that threatened the U.S. or our interests." To hear this spoken so nonchalantly ...it angered me! My own government knew something about me and wanted to use me as a weapon...a tool! More so, I could tell that this man- even under Anna Beth's influence, no less- was still lying! It was a revelation I had foreseen, but held out hope it wouldn't occur. How naive I was! Everything suddenly silenced in the Antechamber. All motion ceased around us and Spanikurz suddenly started looking around in confusion. My anger was now at an all time high. Unfortunately, I also knew that Anna Beth's work had negated itself now that I had frozen time. Thinking more on his last statement and growing angrier by the second, I suddenly thought of an experiment I had been planning to do for some time now, but had refrained from conducting it. Its premise was simple and straightforward. As far as I knew- all memories included- everything was measured against time- especially velocity. Since I had just recently been able to stop time, maybe I could slow it too? What if I could slow down something important -say the speed at which light travels? I theorized that I already traveled much faster, obviously covering light-years in a fraction of a second, if not stopping time altogether for the trip to other worlds. Since light has a fixed speed, measured by time, I wondered if I could somehow influence it. The room began to take on a reddish tint and grew ominously darker. I felt myself tingle and noticed I begin to glow- to give off my own light. "Be careful how confident you are in your perceived assumptions, Mr. Spanikurz. I do not anger easily, but you have just hit upon the one topic that does exactly that! Here is the stark reality. You set out to find the legend of the Empress of Time and Space. Well, y'all found the real McCoy, hun!" I took a step toward him and poked accusingly. His face remained neutral. "Know this." I felt the tingling in my body increase slightly as my anger did likewise. "The Empress is owned by no nation, no planet, no faction or no other such entity! As such, I alone dictate what I do, where and when I do it. Yes, I have already taken a vow to protect the United States of America to the best of my ability. That is Cmdr. Alexandra Frances Steinert, but...Alexandra, Empress of Time and Space, answers to no one but the Almighty! I alone know of the upcoming events that guide this time line and I alone see the proper and true path it must follow through the many obstacles and pitfalls awaiting it. How dare you assume my complicity and possible subjugation to suit your small-minded needs? Yes, America has enemies! All nations and governments do. That's why they employ diplomats and ambassadors." I waved my hand around while glaring harder into his eyes. The tingling grew stronger as the room grew darker. "This is but a small aspect of my gift, Mr. Spanikurz. I guarantee there is much, much more to it that no one but I know of. Feel free to try my patience and push the boundaries of those powers if you dare. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Spanikurz?" "I understand, Empress, but my superiors will not be satisfied if I fail in my mission." The sheer audacity of this man! "Your mission was a failure from its very inception- nothing but a folly, Jansk!" I informed him angrily as the tingling and light from my body increased again. "You see, I have seen your plan and weighed all the outcomes. After I return you to Oahu there will never have been a mission to find me. In fact, there will never have existed the three-man 'Section 13' that you were once the head of. "What will you do?" he dared ask without any emotion. "Actually, I have an unlimited number of options in this case," I told him with a very evil glare. "Ultimately, I travel back and stop your very conception. If you were never born, you wouldn't pose a problem to us now. Although creating a paradox around you, I would have no problem with that in the least. Ethically though, I would be committing the most immoral, heinous crime to any sentient life form- preventing a life! Something, mind you, Mr. Clemson has no regard for as he has proceeded to extinguish life in many time periods to fit his own utopian idea of Earth's history- repeatedly!" "Some other options would be to return you to a time and place where your influence and position would be nullified, or, we could erase your memory of everything starting with Tokyo Rose's broadcast. Several more options would involve the Mahanilui. If you were no longer the same person OR gender, your claims of finding me would be dismissed as fantasy or delusion and not believed at all." "Of course, Alusia might like a sister to share her thoughts with. I'm sure Pharaoh wouldn't mind a mate for one of his other nephews. Am I making myself perfectly clear, Jansk, or would you like me to list other options available concerning a single, male born in 1830, and orphaned at age eight?" The room brightened as I reached the conclusion of my experiment and my threat. Jansk looked around the room as my sisters gasping filled the air around us. Immediately Anna Beth, Djedefre, and Alusia retreated in fright from me to a far corner while Jack stared at me curiously. "What in heaven's name did you just do, Alex?" my Ex-O asked in cautious wonder as she squinted, looking me up and down. "I think we'll find Mr. Spanikurz more receptive to our questions, won't we, Jansk?" I said, still staring intensely at the quivering man. "Alexandra? Ra has yet to run his course through the sky so we are not in need of additional illumination. However you are doing that, please, you are frightening Djedefre," Anna Beth asked gently in a voice that sounded a little too humbled. "Sorry, ma'am, I'll disable that part of my gift now," I replied as I felt the tingling in my body start to disappear. I reached up and wiped the single, warm trickle of blood from under my nose. "What WAS that, Alex? I've never seen anything like it before?" Alusia gushed warily. "Yes you have, sister," I responded serenely. "In another place and another life- the life you must place behind you if you are to continue to be happy in this one." "Alexandra, is it safe to say that this man will faithfully honor his promise to the sisterhood? I know that my son now has new respect for you and them," Anna Beth asked cautiously with one brow raised. She quickly glanced at Jack and her niece, Alusia. "After he asks one last question of you, sister," I said as I flourished my hand to the Queen of all Egypt- who gave a quick, tense smile and cautiously stuck her tongue out to me. "Speak the question, though I believe I already know it." "You did something to get me to tell the truth- something with your eyes...didn't you?" "Yes, Mr. Spanikurz, it is my gift, though not given the way Alexandra's was. My gift was set before my birth on my home planet- being passed to me by my parents. Meridian, please reestablish normal relations with our surrounding environment."Anna Beth asked the AI, indicating that our time had concluded. The sound of mechanisms actuating echoed through the antechamber. Noise from the busy metropolis outside flooded in. "As always Alexandra, you are welcome to stay, but I understand your frustration and desire to neutralize this latest threat," Anna Beth said as Spanikurz' eyes shot to her in fear. "Alusia, go now and spend a blissful week with your mate and children. I will see you bright and early the next day. Be ready to debate with me then on several issues of state." "Thank you, Anna Beth," Alusia said pleasantly with a slight bow as she turned to leave. Stopping by the door, she suddenly turned, ran back to me, and embraced me. "I'm glad to see you again, Alex! Take good care of yourself," She looked over to Jack. "See that she doesn't over do, Lady Jacquelyn." Jack nodded once with a reassuring smile. Alusia hurried out the antechamber's door. "Alexandra? A moment, if you please?" Anna Beth asked before I could take Jack's hand. The Queen of all Egypt momentarily turned to her still shocked son and motioned for him to stay put. Carefully- almost reverently- she approached. "What you just did..." she began in Ancient Terran just above a whisper, but lowered her eyes a second, "I have never seen the like, Empress. It was as if time slowed...even the very light of the room became lethargic...I did not think you so powerful." "Anna Beth, I didn't mean to..." "Alex, I know that you have been under a great amount of stress lately..." "I'm sorry. We never should have come here. It's just that I wanted him to know..." "I understand that, Alex. What I can't...what I don't understand are these new abilities you are manifesting. Alex...how long have you been able to slow time?" Anna Beth asked after swallowing hard. "And...and why do you appear to glow like Meridian's protective shield? Even now there is still a residual glow about you." "I'm sorry that I started to loss my temper in your home, Anna Beth. We should be going. I'm sorry young Djedefre had to see that side of me...it was not my intention." "Alex. Alex, promise me you will try to keep your temper restricted? I...I wouldn't want my friend and sister..." She couldn't finish her request as both of us were now crying. "I'll try. I'll try to keep things from getting out of control," I sniffed. Anna Beth stepped back from me slowly, keeping her eyes fixed on me until finally turning and returning to her son. She picked the child up ackwardly and turned to me once more. "If anyone can make things right, it's you, Empress Alexandra. Lady Jacquelyn, I beseech of you- keep her safe." Jack nodded her acknowledgement. "Are we ready to get back to our time- to Honolulu, James?" I asked as I wiped away a tear. "So, we're going back to Hawaii?" he asked skeptically, yet evenly. "We are," I said as I took possession of his hand and offered my other to Jack. "Will it..." Our surroundings became a large hotel room with several people and several children staring at the previous Jack, Alice, Akane, and I. "Hurt?" Spanikurz asked, a little too late. Our previous versions suddenly disappeared... much to Spanikurz' surprise. "Well, now that they left..." my Granddaughter Alexandra began to say to Tish's girls but stopped abruptly and looked directly at Jack, James and I. "Grandmother, you're late," she said to the surprise of the others. Isabeau twisted her head so fast I thought it would break off. "Might as well rephase." "I didn't want to cause problems, hun," I said as I dropped Jack and James' hands. "I didn't want to worry myself needlessly." "Thaaaat... that was you!" Spanikurz stammered. "I'm her too, James. Y'all got somethin' against that?" Alexandra smiled deviously. "Another candidate, Alex?" Sam Hikawa asked as he evaluated my guest companion. Tish raised her eyebrow as she also summed up the man. "Not unless things change drastically, hun," I answered and looked over to the still dumbfounded man. "The elevator is out that door and right across the hall, James. Push the down arrow. When the car arrives, get in it and press 'L' for the lobby. And James?" I glared at him. "I know about that fleeting thought of contacting the Department of the Navy or the OSS. It will do you no good. Don't try it unless you want to just..." I disappeared, waited a few seconds, and reappeared closer to him with a wicked grim. "Got it?" The pale looking man tipped his imaginary hat brim and very quickly turned for the door. Gently closing the door behind him, James Spanker left the company of the Empress- never to come back- at least until he got outside and came to the conclusion that he needed our help to re- adjust. Oh darn, I thought, I neglected to inform him that he needed a valid room key card to access any of the non-public floors of the hotel. Jack grinned at me. 2011 Honolulu was a completely different place from its 1944 predecessor. "What was that all about, Grandma?" Alexandra asked as she held back a giggle or two. "Chaos theory at work, hun," I said simply as I walked closer. "Is syncing with you at this time wise, Empress?" She asked guardedly. "Touch and learn, hun," I replied as my hand made contact. The tingle between us felt stronger than I thought. My Granddaughter's eyes widened considerably. "We can do that?" she asked in complete surprise. I nodded. "We certainly can, hun, and possibly a whole lot more." "You aren't just going to leave him go, are you, Alex?" Sam Hikawa asked in disbelief. "He's reinvented himself a few times over the last one hundred-eighty years, Sam," I replied with a devious smile. "He's that old?" Tish's husband whistled. "Wow! I would have never thought..." "He doesn't even deserve this, Sam," I interrupted, "He wanted the Empress to work solely for the OSS...what you call the CIA today. He was the leader of a three man team that decided they would exploit me...if they could find me, that is." "Well, Grandmother, it seems like he found us," Alexandra giggled. "Has he, hun? Isabeau, what would you do if some stranger observed you using your gift and you suspected he could not be trusted?" I asked Alexandra's travel companion. "EW! EW! I know! I know! I know!" Jack shouted as she waved her hand excitedly in the air. Tish's kids began laughing uncontrollably at her antics. Isabeau stared at Jack with concern. Sam placed a hand to his forehead and shook his head side to side several times. He looked like he was trying hard not to laugh. I glared at my first officer with one raised eyebrow. "Really, Jack?" "What were my options according to the Empress, Alex?" Isabeau replied after a minute. I put my fingers to my cheek. "Let's see..." I began as I scanned the ceiling a moment. "I did say something about using the Mahanilui..." "Out of the question, Alex! He'd make an ugly girl," Sam interrupted, almost laughing. "I told him I could take him to a time where he held no influence in the government, and...oh yes, I threatened to go back and make sure he was never conceived." The adults in the room suddenly stared at me in horror! "You threatened to erase him? How did I miss that?" Jack asked in absolute shock. I nodded, my face turning very, very serious. "But I thought the Emp..." "Tish, I've about had it with this guy, and especially Darren Clemson! These men have assaulted the two most solemn vows I've made- protecting my family and...using the Empress as a slave and weapon! I'm not going to stand for it any longer," I declared. "Is the Empress feeling alright, momma? I've never seen her this angry...ever," Little Jacquelyn asked softly of Tish. She had a frightened look and appeared almost in tears. "Why don't you and your sisters go back into the bedroom and wait for me there. Your mommy and her sisters have some really serious things to talk about, sweetie," Tish told her girls. Her eyes shifted to Sam and they motioned for him to attend the children. With a nod and carrying their youngest, he guided the three back into one of the suite's bedrooms and closed the door. "I'm sorry Tish, but this whole mission stinks. We've been running defense since the start. I can't tell you how many times all or part of the sisterhood has simply 'winked' out of existence." "The girls and I have experienced severe headaches about eight times today, Alex. Am I warm?" I only remembered six. Damn! I thought! Of course Jack being Jack, looked at me with her eyes popping out of her head and mouth dropping open. "Yes Jack, it'll happen two more times before we finally catch him!" I growled. Turning back to Alexandra's Comptroller. "So, hun," I asked again, "what would you do knowing what you now do about the mission?" "I believe you chose the only just and morally sound option you had, Empress," She stopped to think things through some more. "And I understand he deserves a lot worse. He should not have it 'easy'. That wouldn't teach any lessons at all. I would..." She nodded as if talking to herself. A devious smile appeared on her face. "I would leave him to wander the metropolis. As I suspect- once out of the hotel's elevator doors- he will come face to face with this reality. From my experience in your time period it should be in stark contrast to when he left. And, since the elevators require registered guests to use their access cards to reach their room floors, he will have no other choice. " "You haven't answered my question, hun." I smiled watching her eyes close. Isabeau was still for only a minute. Her eyes opened back up. "I have alerted the Honolulu police to be on the lookout for a man of James Spanker's description whose private fishing boat was reported missing two weeks ago off the island of Lanai and reported being seen just this morning aimlessly wandering the beaches on the Waikiki side of the Marina. He may be severely disoriented due to exposure and is to be taken to a hospital for observation and/or treatment. I have created records to verify his identity and established banking and credit accounts. How much would you like to be in his bank account, Alex?" I thought about that for a moment. "Well he is going to need a new boat," I thought out loud. I looked back at Isabeau. "How much debt is he in with all his credit cards, hun?" "I established one hundred-ten thousand in outstanding credit debt along with a notice of foreclosure on his residence in Rhode Island. He has an average credit score of four hundred and two. Do you require more?" I thought on her question a moment. "Give him about fifty 'G's' in an anonymus bank account in the Cayman Islands. I'd also like him listed as an avid antiques collector specializing in World War Two era paraphernalia. That will explain his carrying antique identification and currency." She nodded acknowledgement. "I've also established his birth date as August 17th, 1964," she continued, "and an aggressive financial investment history, Alex. Unfortunately, he has failed to file any United States Income Tax statements with your IRS in over twenty years." I smiled evilly and nodded once in agreement. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, Bo," Sam Hikawa suggested as he peeked out from the bedroom door. "Well done, Lady Comptroller," I said proudly as I closed my eyes to see how the man's future would play out. A giggle escaped my lips as I saw the confusion and the comedic scenes as doctors desparately tried to figure out how to cure the troubling 'temporal' amnesia as well as the far-fetched delusions he was experiencing. Then there was the IRS... Oh, and then there was a little detail Isabeau had left out...that of placing him on something called the 'Homeland Security Terrorist Watch list'. Homeland Security...I had to ask myself what it was as it sounded like something we were fighting against in 1944. After seeing images and future memories, I still wasn't sure if it was a good 'agency' or bad. I noticed Jack shaking her head with an evil grin on her face. "You're good...real good!" she complimented Isabeau, who just smiled demurely. "Thank you, Lady Comptroller; our secrets are safe once more," I said then turned to Jack. "We should be getting back to base." "Couldn't we stay for a day or two, Alex? I could use more sunbathing and something to eat." "You can lie on the beach when we get back, Commander, and it should just about be breakfast when we arrive." "Ya, but Clemson is still there, Cap." "Your point?" I asked with slight confusion. "Can I still play head games with him?" "Did I tell you to stop yet?" Jack's expression became downright evil and I heard ominous theater organ music in my head. Apparently everyone else in the suite heard the music as well, judging by the stares of my sisters and brother. 0615hrs, Atlantis-Minor, July 25th, 1944 "So, I take it that Mr. Spanker has been...um...dealt with, Alex?" Emily asked as Jack and I entered the Mess Hall. "You didn't wait up for us all night, did you?" I asked in amazement noting her slightly disheveled appearance. "No, I went to bed just after I lost vitals on him, you, and Jack. I figured you would take him somewhere...sometime else. It seemed like the only option available. Then I foresaw him at a hospital in 2011 Honolulu. Really, Alex? Exposure, delirium, AND something they're calling Temporal Amnesia?" "It was all Isabeau's idea, sis, though I'm not sure who has immediate jurisdiction, Homeland Security or the IRS," I laughed. Emily just shook her head and joined my laughter. "I'm glad you used your gift though." Carroll Sheldon stumbled into the building, yawning as she paused with the door slightly open. I noticed two bluish streaks fly in just over her head. She stopped yawning suddenly and looked up, brushing some hairs on the top of her head that had been tussled by the sudden, 'unknown' breeze. "Ensigns' Trent and Sukiro front and center!" I shouted. Emily looked at me in surprise. She, Carroll, and about half a dozen of our sisters seated at their tables began looking around the room for the two women. The galley door opened and the two, normal-sized, Pixies walked back into the room. "Yes, ma'am?" Sasha said as both stopped and stood to attention. "What did I say about curtailment of gifts while Clemson is on base?" I asked rubbing my forehead in frustration. Both girls lowered their heads. "I guess we both sorta forgot. It'll never happen again, Skipper," Sasha again answered for the two. Yuuka bowed submissively. "I'm rescinding that order immediately," I announced. Jack got a huge grin on her face as did everyone within hearing in the Mess Hall and I assume she made sure everyone else knew a second later. Chaos would now reign supreme at Atlantis-Minor- and rightly so if my foresight held true. "Here's the plan..." I said with a devious grin of my own. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," Carroll said pleasantly as I escorted him into the supply building after Jack allowed him to wake up. It was now 0800 and Jack's rendition of Carroll was dressed almost to regulation...that is, almost legal. This morning, instead of her regulation brassiere, she chose to tie her work blouse under her bust and do none of the buttons up. Her hair was in a comfortable, high ponytail and she must have borrowed a pair of shorts from either Ricky Lynn or Tish. Oh...my...gosh were they tight! All this slightly hidden under an unbuttoned, white, 'lab' coat! She also looked a little taller today. Looking down, I noticed she had on a pair of non-regulation, four-inch, spiked, black heels instead of her preferred deck shoes. This illusionary Carroll had also gone heavy on her makeup this morning. I didn't know she even owned any. There she stood, looking like she had just stepped from a red-light district, street corner and into a University Chemistry classroom, in front of my borrowed situation board- chalk in hand. The board had been recently erased and now contained a good portion of what looked like a very long and complicated mathematical formula. Clemson's jaw was almost on the floor as he took in my navigation officer and then, after a few long minutes of outright staring at her, at the immaculately clean storeroom. Though this was the way it actually looked, sans Jack's 'suggestive' influence, it was a completely different looking room from what he had seen yesterday. I changed my rank to commander. "Lieutenant, how is the calculation coming?" I asked nonchalantly remembering the future movie I'd been watching back on Oahu sixty-seven years from now. "Almost completed, but I've run into a small problem, Captain," Carroll replied as she turned her attention to me. She adjusted the brown-framed glasses on her nose with a finger and thumb to the right lens. Jack must have been using my mind as reference because Carroll sounded and acted almost Vulcan. Clemson's head shot back around to stare at me in confusion. "So what's the problem, hun?" I asked, totally ignoring the pig beside me. "I've factored in galactic mass, velocity, solar coronal field fluctuations, quantum particle stabilization offset factors, Sand Dollar's loaded weight including: all stores, fuel, and crew- even added galactic drift variances, and gravimetric distortions around the encountered celestial bodies, but..." she said stopping suddenly and looking back at the board with her left eyebrow raised. "But what, Lt. Sheldon?" I asked. "Capt. Steinert, in this particular situation," she circled a specific part of the equation without actually touching the board, "time stops being a constant and instead becomes a variable. I am at a loss as to what to do. Any suggestions, ma'am?" She explained evenly, quoting the movie's line reasonably. "You might try a guess, Miss Sheldon," I advised. "A guess, Captain? I don't think you realize the delicacy of time travel back to the far future." "I trust your guesses over other peoples' facts, Carroll," I answered with a smile as I glanced over to Clemson. He was staring between the two of us- completely bewildered. I figured, being a first rate nerd, he would get the old- relative to him- movie reference. "Thank you, ma'am, for the encouragement; I'll try to give it my 'best guess'. Mr. Clemson, where would you like to start this morning? I can finish this later," Carroll asked as she sat the chalk carefully back on its ledge. I noticed Clemson mouthing the equation as he focused on it. His eyes began to pop out as he realized it was actually familiar. "Where do you wish to start, Mr. Clemson?" I repeated Carroll's question "I..." he stumbled, rubbing his eyes in disbelief, his full attention on the board. "Mr. Clemson. I asked you a question," I said before thinking to Jack. Clemson looked back at me for a moment then back to Carroll. What met his eyes was the same cluttered room as yesterday. Carroll's lab coat was gone as well as her glasses, but the rest of her clothing hadn't changed. Now instead of standing before a chalkboard, she leaned back against a tarp-covered crate, hand on a hip waiting impatiently for an answer. She cracked the chewing gum she now had in her mouth loudly in annoyance. I changed my rank back to lieutenant. "Whatcha waitin' for stud?" she asked sensually while blatantly chewing her gum again. Carroll winked one eye provocatively. "What is going on here?" he asked, his anger starting to show. "Carroll and I just asked where you wanted to start today, Mr. Clemson," I replied in a confused voice. Carroll just kept chewing away at her gum. He did a double take of me as I followed his eyes down my blouse. My boobs were now on display more than I liked thanks to Jack's perverted image of us girls and the base. "What is going on?" Clemson asked himself quietly as he rubbed his face with his hands. "Are you okay, Mr. Clemson?" I asked in concern. "Didn't you get enough sleep last night?" "I slept fine, Captain," he replied harshly. "Thank you for the promotion, Mr. Clemson, but I'm afraid you don't have that authority," I giggled. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?" "Take me to Mr. Spanker. I need to talk to him," Clemson ordered. Carroll and I looked at the man in puzzlement. "Who's Mr. Spanker," I asked feigning ignorance? "Spanker...the man I arrived with yesterday. We flew here in what passes as a plane together!" I shook my head a few times while observing him in confusion. Carroll stopped chewing her gum and looked at me with surprise. "There was another cute guy on the plane and you didn't tell me, Allie?" Carroll asked in astonishment. I glanced at Carroll sadly then turned my attention back to our 'guest'. "You were the only other person on the plane with us, Mr. Clemson," I told him, sadly shaking my head. "Except for the pilots." "James Spanker was so on that plane! Never mind, I'll find him myself!" Clemson declared as he stormed out of the building in the direction of my office. 'Okay, Jack.' I thought to her as I smiled and winked to Carroll before porting myself over there. Darren Clemson vigorously yanked open my office door and entered. I remained seated at my desk. His eyes bulged as he looked around the pristine, well-organized room. May Ah help you, Mr. Clemson?" I asked politely without even looking up at him. "Where is he?" he demanded before I actually looked at him. I had again changed my rank. "Where is who, Mr. Clemson? And why y'all addressin' me in such a rude manner?" "Spanker. James Spanker. I flew out here with him yesterday." "Ah got no idea what y'all are talkin' 'bout, Mr. Clemson. Ain't no James Spanker on my base," I said firmly as I stood and walked around my desk to stand next to him. "As commander Ah'd know if there was. Y'all feelin' okay? Maybe we should go over to the infirmary and have Doc Scott take a look at you?" I suggested. "What in hell is going on around here?" he shouted as a small, five-inch woman appeared hovering just inches from his face. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," Yuuka greeted pleasantly as another Pixie appeared and hovered beside her. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," Sasha greeted brightly. Both Pixies flew over and hovered before me. Both straightened noticeably. "Girls, I'd like you to go topside and check on Randi's progress. I'll expect her report on my desk by noon today," I said before nodding back. Both winged women flew back past Clemson and disappeared out the window I had opened earlier this morning. The blackout curtains rustled wildly with the wind from their wings. 'Go ahead and switch us back, Jack', I thought just before I stopped time. Darren was looking a little piqued as all sounds stopped. At the window, the curtains hung frozen in mid air from the Pixies recent exit. "So you want to know what in hell is going on, Mr. Clemson," I asked as I slowed down the speed of light. My office grew darker as did my expression. Raising my hand, I swept it around us- around the now darkened, red- tinged office. As expected my arm...in fact, all of me glowed with a subtle bluish luminescence. "Here is your answer. This it it! Welcome to hell, Darren Clemson. We've been expecting you for some time now. Did you really think you could possibly escape into history- use time to elude your fate?" I asked in an evil voice. I added to that with an evil laugh. "Who are you?" he demanded! I continued to laugh evilly as I slowed light a little more. The office lighting seemed a darker red now...a 'blood' red. "Such a smart little man," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Can't you figure this out, Darren?" I asked with a pout as I ran my finger down his upper arm teasingly. "What...what the devil are you?" he demanded in frightened anger! "Now you're getting warmer, sweetie," I giggled manically. "What do you want? What is this about?" "Oh come now Darren, you actually have to ask?" I questioned before continuing my demented laughter. "Enough of this pathetic illusion," he shouted- his voice changing subtly! Another personality, I thought. Finally, I had gotten one of the others to emerge. If we could just get the remaining ones to come out and play I could gauge what I was up against and plan accordingly. I gave another demented laugh. "We will talk again, Darren Clemson," I said with a demonic grin. "We talk now, you conniving bitch!" he shouted angrily. "We WILL talk, but at MY convenience, Darren," I said in as dastardly a tone as was possible before I stopped time for him too. I changed my rank and moved myself around to his opposite side before I released time. The decrepit office around us lightened. "We will talk now, you fucking whore!" Clemson shouted at the top of his lungs, smashing his fist down on the feeble desk then pointing an accusatory finger at where I had been. The desk groaned and lurched to the side as it fell off the manuals holding that corner up. Finding only air, he looked around quickly finding me on his other side. I quickly thought of my mission with President Lincoln. Tears immediately burst from my eyes and streamed down my face. "You don't have to be so vulger! I didn't do anything. I just got here!" I cried. Quickly putting my hands to my face, I ran from the dilapidated office leaving Clemson completely disoriented and wondering what happened. "Wow, some performance, sis," Emily complimented as I appeared back in the Mess Hall. Jack was seated next to her with a satisfied smirk. "I take it the whole base was watching what they could?" I asked as I looked directly at my first officer. Her smirk turned into a full-blown smile. "Everything except when you stopped time, Alex." I nodded. "Too bad I'll never get an Oscar." "Aw...there will be other performances, Alex..." my sister reminded, sticking her lower lip out to pout in commiseration. "Wwww...wait...you stopped time?" I nodded with a smile. "Clemson's heading this way, Alex," Jack alerted. "Cue Rachel and patch me in, Jack." In my mind, I saw our resident fire elemental leave her barracks and began walking toward my office. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," She greeted politely. "Morning," he replied gruffly. "Mr. Clemson," she began as the man's eyes looked up at her. "Do you think it's unseasonably warm today?" She asked as her clothing began to smolder then burst immediately into flames around her. The man's eyes popped from his head! He immediately wiped his eyes in disbelief. "Now, Jack." Rachel's clothing changed, looking something like Carroll's outfit from yesterday. She stood waiting for Clemson to either notice or reply while running her finger seductively up and down the cleavage formed by her tightly tied regulation blouse. "So, Mr. Clemson," she asked again. "Don't you think it's unseasonably 'hot' today?" Rachel closed her eyes and blew a kiss to the man. Clemson shook his head vigorously to clear his mind as he hurried, silently, past our disappointed looking sister. "Who's next, Alex?" Jack asked as her telepathic feed stopped. "Mina should just be getting into position," I said as Clemson appeared again in my mind. "Good day, Mr. Clemens," she said pleasantly while mispronouncing his name. "Hi," The man responded in monotone not making eye contact. "Lovely weather we are having, is it not?" "Ya." "Is there something on your mind, luv? I'm considered the 'mother' figure of this rag-tag detachment and have a good ear," Mina told him as she pushed her hair back to reveal a very elongated, pointed, ear. "Would you care to talk? I shall be happy to listen." "So that's why she was looking for Corrine earlier," Emily giggled as we watched Clemson look up from the ground and stare at her. "Come now luv, with a pasty look like that there must be something vexing you?" "You...yyyyyyou...you're an elf!" he stuttered with a gasp. "I am British, young man!" Mina replied defensively. Clemson slowly pointed to her still uncovered, pointed ear. "Oh, that. Yes, well, I inherited them from my Mum's side of the family. Many a brilliant conversation has been started with them, Mr. Clemens." "My name is Clemson, not Clemens," he growled. "Oh," Mina looked over the man intently for a moment. "So your first name would not be Samuel? Funny, you look just like the man before he decided to grow that outlandish mustache! I said something to him about it the one day he met with me in London...he mentioned that he wanted to grow a full, bushy mustache so that he would look..." "Listen, elf lady, your highness, whatever you call yourself, I'm not Samuel Clemens- I'm Darren Clemson! C, L, E, M, S, O, N, Clemson! Now out of my way you ditsy Witch!" he told her in a loud, angry tone. "Such rude manners from the children these days! And how dare you call me a witch? Father was the only practicing mage in the family!" She shouted after the retreating man in an insulted tone. Clemson turned to say something in response. Mina disappeared. "What just happened?" Emily asked as she blinked and stared at me. "Looks like she phased out to me," I replied. "I didn't know she could do that." "I guess she still has things to teach us, sis." "You just made it look like she was there, right Jacki?" Emily looked at her hoping that was the case. "No ma'am, she did that all on her own." "Watch this," I said as Jack's live feed continued. Clemson was almost to the Mess Hall now. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," An unseen Scotty greeted. The man just kept walking. "I said good morning, Mr. Clemson," Scotty's voice replied- this time louder. "Ya..." Clemson looked up to the voice only to see no one there. "What in the hell..." Darren stopped in his tracks as he apparently remembered our conversation. He looked around in confusion and took a few more steps. "So what's on the agenda today, Mr. Clemson?" Scotty's disembodied voice asked excitedly. "How the fuck should I know?" he replied angrily, still looking for the voice's owner. Immediately there was a loud slap and Clemson's head jolted to the right on its own. "How rude!" Scotty's unseen voice shouted. Clemson stood looking around dumbfounded; rubbing his face trying to figure out what hit him. "Don't mind her, sweetie, she's not all there today," A semi-transparent Alice Wesnewski told the man as she nonchalantly walked across his path and faded into the base's surrounding tropical foliage. The man's expression was priceless! "I'm actually starting to feel sorry for the guy, sis," Emily laughed as we continued to watch Clemson via Jack's telepathic relay. "Come on Yuuka!" Sasha shouted as she flew right in front of Clemson. "The captain's waiting for us in the Mess Hall. If we're late one more time she'll have us peeling potatoes until the end of the war!" "Aaaaaaaaw, but my wings are tired, Sasha! I was up all night thinking about our race tomorrow with the rabbit! Oh. Hi again, Mr. Clemson," Yuuka answered as she flitted lazily across Clemson's path. The confused man stopped and stared at the two Pixies for a long moment as they flitted slowly away toward the Mess Hall. "Get the hell out of my way, Asshole!" Scotty, fully visible, said as she pushed him back and out of her way while crossing his path again. "Or do you want another slap across that arrogant pie-hole you call a mouth?" The confused look on his face became an outright angry sneer. Scotty appeared beside me. "That's not me Skipper! I came in through the kitchen over two minutes," She protested. "Corrine," I said with a giggle. "Oh," Scotti acknowledged as my attention went back to Jack's telepathic feed. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson," Jamie said pleasantly as she approached. The man's eyes never left the ground in front of him. "Not having a good day, huh? Well maybe I can help you with that? Jamie added. "Between you and me, I think you should be really angry. Scotty never had a real good attitude when it came to men. In fact, I think you should be infuriated that she slapped you!" Jamie said as she used her gift of suggestion to draw out another of Clemson's personalities. His face reddened as more anger infected him. "Out of my way you ignorant bitch! Where's Fleming?" Jamie's expression collapsed and she pointed to the Mess Hall as tears erupted from her eyes. "In the Mess Hall," she choked out. "You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Clemson!" She shouted as our target neared. "You ready for our grand finale, ladies?" I asked Emily and Jack as her mind feed followed Clemson to the double wooden doors of the Mess Hall. "Good morning, Mr. Clemson." "Shut yer hole and get outta my way," he threatened Abby Penne. We had asked her to stand guard and to make sure we weren't disturbed until ready. "I'm sorry, Mr. Clemson, but I can't let you in. The captain's holding a high-level meeting of senior staff and asked not to be interrupted." "Outta my way, I said," he growled and tried to move Abby away from the doors. He couldn't budge her- not even a fraction of an inch. Abby smiled at his pathetic attempt. Clemson decided to take stronger steps and tried to body check the lithe girl from her position. "Don't make me have to hurt you, sir," Abby warned. "The captain does not wish to be disturbed," She paused a second. "Not for anything other than a surprise attack. I'll tell her you requested a meeting when she's finished, sir." "Tell Fleming I want to see her NOW!" Abby closed her eyes for a moment. "Message sent, awaiting reply, Mr. Clemson." "Jack, tell Abby to let him in. Are you ready for our 'high-level' meeting?" I said to my sisters. "I'm sorry, I can't...Message received. I'll show you in now." Jack's face lit up with a huge smile as the left door to the Mess Hall opened on its own. Abby appeared in the opening. "Darren Clemson to see you, ma'am," She announced. "Send him in, Ensign," I ordered. "Fleming what the hell is going on around herrrr...?" The man roared as he stormed into an apparently empty room. "State your business, Mr. Clemson. We're in the middle of a high-level meeting!" I growled from overhead. "I call, doctor," I added as I threw a poker chip on the table. The man's eyes opened wide and his mouth dropped open as he looked up to see Emily, Jack, and I hovering, in our seats, near the curved metal ceiling of the hall- the table hovering between the three of us. "Queen-high flush, Captain," Emily giggled excitedly as she placed her cards on the table. Jack groaned. "Is this some kind of fun house?" Clemson barked out in rage. "Why? Aren't you having fun, Darren?" I asked in amusement. Emily and Jack laughed. "Dammit! You'll tell me what I want to know and right now, you cheap skank!" "Come now, Darren, sticks and stones," I giggled. "What could you possibly do to me?" I looked around to Jack and Emily. "Or to any of us for that matter? We're out of your league." "Come down here and I'll show you what I can do," he threatened. I appeared in front of him. "Okay, I'm here," I grinned mischievously. Clemson was stymied for a second, but tried to grab me in his arms- both of which passed right through me. Clemson fell through me and landed face-first on the floor. "Oh, I forgot to tell you at our last meeting, I'm really hard to catch, hun," I giggled. "But...you're actually quite easy. I think I'll play with you some more, though." "Don't let him touch you, Cap; the slime will take a month to wash off!" Jack goaded with a laugh. "Sure, you are all so tough up there. I wonder how tough you would be down here on my level?" "We'd never stoop that low," I giggled. "Ladies? Meeting adjourned." Jack slowly lowered and gracefully landed the wooden chair she was sitting on. She confidently stood and walked the few steps to Clemson and I. Clemson took the opportunity for another try at capturing me- this time with one arm instead of two. The results were still the same though. I shook my head at him a few times and winked. 'Alex. I can't grab him. It's like he's countering my gift.' Jack thought to me. Her voice sounded worried. 'You can still affect his mind, right?" I thought back. 'Maybe, but I'm not sure now, Alex.' 'Make him think you're doing what you want to do, Jack. Use illusion against him.' Clemson immediately reached for his neck and began gasping for breath. "How?" "How can a weak, insignificant, and inferior woman bypass your defenses, Darren?" I asked in devilish curiosity. He struggled to nod. "Maybe she is more than she seems?" I proposed. "Sometimes a book is not a book, but something more, Mr. Clemson. Have you ever stopped to think about that?" I nodded and Jack seemed to loosen her imaginary grip enough that he could talk. "You can't beat me, Fleming. I have real power, not your pathetic magic tricks! I command the ultimate power in the universe- the power to erase you and anyone that crosses me, from existence!" he threatened as I watched another personality emerge. "I'd rather not have to, but I will if you don't tell your dog to back off!" "And just how are you going to accomplish that, Darren? Unfortunately, you seem to have left this 'ultimate' power in your other trouser pocket," I countered as I looked to his pants with an evil smile. "Unless, of course, you have one of these pockets," I added as I reached into my work trouser's front pocket and slowly, carefully pulled my tiara from it. Clemson's eyes almost exploded from his skull as I placed the ruby bejeweled creation on my head and adjusted it. My uniform became my 'Arian Empress' outfit. I had already turned it on and enabled its friend or foe display and selected, but not enabled, the protective shield just in case. "You're Arian," he stated in surprise. "She is THE Empress of Time and Space, you moron!" Jack growled as her virtual hold tightened slightly on Clemson's neck. "You will make no demands of her if you know what is good for you!" "Another wonderful trick, but you're just making us mad," Clemson declared with a slightly strange sounding accent. His fourth personality had finally surfaced. "Oh, I think you were plenty mad before you even met me, Darren," I replied. My tiara indicated the QDA was within one hundred yards of our position. He brought the damn thing with him, I thought. His briefcase! "Don't make this a one-way trip for me, Fleming," he threatened. I began running Randi's interrogation program and smiled inwardly as the file transfer bar began to fill in green. "There never was a way back after you began changing your own history, Darren," I said as a startling image entered my mind. My tiara's download window progress bar began to flash red and an 'Error' message appeared as well. "A zero-point overload can't hurt me, Darren. I've lived through a few of those already," I countered, revealing I knew what he planned. "That may be, but can the others here, or the rest of the world?" "I'm confident that we will survive." "But would the Earth survive? It would be a shame to survive only to be marooned in the vacuum of space forever," he called my hand producing a small device that looked like a remote control. "This is now armed," he said waving the device a few times. "I release this button even slightly and the planet implodes into its own black hole." "Black holes are just worm holes to another place or time, Darren. People can live through them without incident," I informed him. "But the black hole is only the result. Can the normal people of Earth survive an antimatter reaction? I'm willing to bet you can't take that chance." Quickly running enough scenarios to see we were at a stalemate, my anger rose. "Let him go, Jack," I ordered. "Empress, he's bluffing." "I said, let him go, Commander." "Ma'am?" "He's right, Jack. The inhabitants of this planet would never survive the QDA's power source going supercritical." "But Empress..." "The time is not right for his capture, Commander therefore, we shall wait and continue playing his childish game," I told my Ex-O calmly. "I suggest you leave this island and time before one of our sisters decide to take matters into their own hands, Mr. Clemson." "See, that wasn't so hard. I'm glad you see things my way," Clemson laughed as he slowly backed out of the Mess Hall, thumb still on the remote's trigger. Jack and I walked after him hoping our presence would deter our sisters from doing anything impulsive. 'Keep up the illusion of the base, Jack, just in case.' I thought to her. 'Aye. Emily's back on the ground, Alex. So what do we do now?' 'Thanks. We let the bad guy get away...again, Jack.' I thought to her sadly. 'It's what I've seen has to happen.' 'How many times are we going to let this guy get away?' I looked over to my Ex-O grimly as we followed Clemson into the guest barracks. 'This is THE last time, my sister.' Pulling his case from under his cot, Clemson opened it. The QDA was the only thing it contained. He quickly touched several places on the screen and placed a hand on the green button. Clemson smiled brightly at Jack and I. "Hope to never see you again, Fleming or Empress...or maybe...sucker!" The madman laughed as he tossed the remote device at us and depressed the start button. Darren Clemson had escaped. Jack looked down at the discarded plastic device lying at our feet. I noticed a red light on it begin to blink. Quickly taking Jack's hand we were instantly on the other side of our base. "Containment field around that build...!" I shouted just as an explosion rocked the area. Smoke and debris flew everywhere. "Casualties." "Minor injuries, Alex," Jack reported as we reappeared in front of the demolished barracks. Several of our sisters were still picking themselves off the ground. Several others appeared hurrying our way with fire extinguishers in hand. Amy Reynolds, who had just stood back up after being knocked down by the concussive wave, looked at the destruction. "Damn! How did we miss that much explosive?" She asked. "Future explosives are more compact," I answered as I noticed her face blush profusely. The darkening of the sky directly over us and an accompanying rumble of thunder indicated that Amy was on fire duty. Rain burst forth from the newly formed black cloud and onto the smoldering remains of our guest barracks. "Base-wide meeting in the Mess Hall in three hours, Jack," I ordered as I turned and walked away. 1330hrs, Atlantis-Minor, July 25th, 1944 "I'm glad to see that everyone is okay after the excitement this morning. I hate to say it, but I underestimated Clemson's resourcefulness. I failed to consider the existence of an actual bomb among his assets. I'm sorry I brought injury to some of you." "For everyone that did not hear, Clemson escaped. Moreover, I let him escape." A murmur rose from those in attendance. "I'm sorry I let y'all down," I sighed as I dropped my eyes to the floor. "He threatened to destroy Earth and everyone on it. I couldn't let that happen even if it was a well-played bluff." I looked back up and around at my sisters with renewed conviction. "I promise this will be the last time that happens. The next time Darren Clemson and I meet..." The large room seemed to dim. "He WILL face the Empress's wrath and judgment. And he will wish he never met the Empress of Time and Space or the sisters of Kili!" Everyone was looking around the dimmed room curiously and not at me as I finished. The hall immediately brightened. "In a few minutes Commander Cummins, Ensign Sukiro, and I will leave for our prehistory base to plan our next encounter with Darren Clemson. I will warn you now that there may be a couple more severe headaches ahead as we right the 'corrections' Clemson has made to reshape our timeline." "Unfortunately, and because of a miscommunication, our adversary possesses several individual entities from different dimensions. As we all have seen, via Cmdr. Cummins' telepathy, these alternate personalities vary moderately. I thank each of you for helping Jack, Yuuka, and I draw those personalities out for examination." "It was fun just watching the expression on his face, Skipper. I never laughed so hard when Rachel spontaneously combusted right in front of him," Michelle Simonetti laughed recalling her favorite moment. "I thought Alice's line was hysterical," Jamie Hilf giggled. "She's not all here today..." She repeated and broke into a breath-stealing laugh, as did most of us in the room. Even Scotti laughed. "Well, I wish I coulda been here ta see the damn shenanigans instead o' bein' confined up at the RADAR hut with Randi," Ricky Lynn complained adamantly. "You know it would have been dangerous, chief- plus, seeing him would have influenced your future." "Maybe if I'd have seen him this future debacle wouldn't have happened in the first place, Skipper!" She responded. "He does help us in a small way, chief. Not everything he did in the past centered on him directly. But unfortunately, this had to happen, Ricky Lynn. I'm sorry." "So when's it happen?" She asked bluntly. "When does what happen, hun?" "When's my memory crash? I know this all happened, so in order to keep things on track, I need to forget, right?" "I haven't seen any action taken in that regard, chief, so no, not in the foreseeable future." Ricky Lynn stared at me, confused by my answer. "Captain...this prehistory base you spoke of...when is it? I mean...how far back did you have to go to be safe?" Tammy Richards asked. "Let me just say that Ni'ihau was still below sea level and leave it at that." "So what can we do to help, ma'am?" Ricky Peterson asked as I saw everyone's head nod in agreement. "We appreciate the offer, sisters, but Jack, Yuuka, and I started this mission. It's our responsibility to complete it successfully. Again, thank you all for your participation and we'll see you tonight. Ladies," I said concluding the meeting and offering my hands to Jack and Yuuka. Jack, Yuuka, and Emily got up and walked toward me. "Sis, I can't take you with us," I said sadly. "Yes, you can and will, Alex. I've already seen I win this one so there is no further deliberation," Emily said with a determined fire in her eyes. She forcefully took my left hand in hers and offered Yuuka her left in kind. "Travel safely, Skip," Carroll said on behalf of our sisters. "You have the Con, Carroll," I told her before phasing. Atlantis-Minor's Mess Hall became Atlantis' Conference room- the now familiar temporal anomaly warning alarm sounding before we rephased. Andie, Reggie, and Ricky Lynn looked around the room for us, but only Alex Reilly looked directly at me and smiled. I rephased us. "Welcome back, sisters. I trust there was minimal damage?" Allie asked in Atlantian as the others turned their attention back to her in surprise. "Only the guest quarters and a few minor lacerations- nothing that can't be repaired though. How are things back here?" I answered back in kind. "Cami is still unaccounted for, Alex, but I think I may have found the reason," Alex reported. I felt Jack's grip tighten. I noticed Emily looking around, completely confused by what she saw and heard. "Commodore Andromeda Celeste," I began as I lifted Emily's hand, "this is my sister, Lt. Emily Scott," I then repeated the introduction in English for my sister. Andie's eyes shifted slightly. "Welcome to Atlantis, Emily Scott. The sister of the Empress is most welcome to our ship," she said in English. Emily looked at me in surprise. "She borrowed Ricky Lynn's extra Reilly," I explained. When she still stared at me, I wondered what the problem was. "What's wrong, sis?" Emily was silent for a minute, still slowly looking around the large conference room and at Alex Reilly, our Future Ricky Lynn Samuels, Andie, and Regina. Gently, I placed my hand on her shoulder and began transferring the Atlantian language file to her. When done I used my override to enable it as default for the time being so Emily could understand those of us without Reilly's... Oops, I forgot to introduce Reggie. "Forgive me, Emily Scott. I have forgotten my manners. This is my first officer Regina Celeste. Reggie, Emily Scott," Andie said, correcting my unintentional slight. "Andie, you promised!" Reggie complained in embarrassment. Emily's attention shifted to Reggie. She closed her eyes for a few seconds then nodded in satisfaction. "You's two is sisters?" Ricky Lynn choked out in surprise. "Sub-commander Celeste is my half-sister, Prof. Samuels. Will that be a problem?" "None whats'ever, ma'am. You just threw me for a loop." My sister remained strangely quiet. "Emily, what's wrong?" I asked in concern. "Why are you looking around like that?" "We're on Atlantis?" she finally gasped out. "It's a space ship?" "Is that such a surprise, sis?" I asked, amazed by her dramatic response. "Perhaps, Alex, a tour of our ship would satisfy her curiosity?" Andie suggested. "I think that's a wonderful idea," I said as I looked to my sister. I had quickly asked myself what she saw when looking at Andie's first officer. "Reggie, I'm curious as to that Bistro you and Prof. Samuels visited. If convenient, could you escort us there and maybe join us for a meal?" The stunned woman appeared unsure as she looked for permission from her superior. I winked at Andie with a smile. "As long as she is not late to her station, I see no harm in that request, Alex." "Thank you, Commodore. Jack, would you be so kind as to relay our mission briefing to everyone here?" I asked pleasantly as I motioned Reggie toward the conference room door. "Emily and I will follow you, Sub-commander." "So what is your gift, Lt. Scott- if it's not too personal?" Reggie asked my sister after we had received our order and taken seats at a table facing the ring's outer windows. Earth moved into view, as Emily was about to answer. Of course she stopped to gaze at the beautiful sight. "I'm a...I'm a medical forecaster, Sub-Commander. I'm...a doctor...um...by trade...but I am able to scan a person and see them...medically...for diagnostic purposes." "Oh...so you can basically look at someone and tell if...if something's...um...wrong...with them?" Reggie said as her eyes quickly dropped to the tabletop. She began to pick at her fingernails nervously. "That's...that's mostly right," Emily replied as she tried to pry her eyes away from the planet passing slowly across the window's expanse. "I can see other things beside sickness and disease though." "I see..." Reggie replied quietly, letting it drop. Emily looked at me a moment, her eyes pleading for my advice. I nodded with a slight smile. "You know...your pregnancy isn't a bad thing, Miss Celeste. Your children will be borne healthy. You should be overjoyed." The girl's face flushed immediately. "You...you know about that? You can actually see that?" "I don't need my gift to see the glow about you, Miss Celeste, but yes, I can see that you have two healthy boys in there...about ten weeks if I'm not mistaken. Don't worry though, you'll have plenty of time with them and your grandchildren." "You saw all that?" Reggie gasped. "Reggie, Emily is my sister and therefore shares my ability to see the future. I'm sorry if she has startled you by revealing their gender. Emily meant no harm by it," I told the girl. "You really should let Ian know. You ARE still thinking of telling him today, right?" I asked, gently. Reggie's eyes flew open as she looked across the table at me in shock. "You even know about Ian and..." "Yes, but neither one of us will spoil the surprise, hun. This is your news to tell, not ours. Congratulations, Sub-commander," I reassured her with a smile.