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- Jul 9, 2013
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30 November, 2018
Character appearance: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv3pvocZa51r2q48wo2_500.jpg
Sergeant First Class Aaron Rader arrived at the non-descript building located in a faraway corner of the Los Alamos National Laboratory.
Aaron had been with Project Pegasus for 2 years now.
He had been recruited by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency into the project which was classified Cosmic Top Secret following his leading some extremely dangerous black operations in Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan as a member of the Combat Applications Group, also known as Delta Force.
When he was made aware of the tasks that Project Pegasus he was stunned silent for over an hour. But there was going to be no way he did not accept the offer.
Aaron had learned that in the late 1960’s the government had created a teleportation device that allowed for human beings to travel through time.
They had put Aaron through 6 months of training on how the system worked. It was difficult material to learn. Aaron had majored in business administration at the University of Georgia. The material he was directed to learn was stuff like quantum mechanics.
The basis for the ability to travel in time relies on the works of Nicola Tesla. Tesla found a way to derive a certain kind of energy from the quantum plenum. This was energy that Tesla called “Radiant Energy” and demonstrated that this energy is pervasive and latent throughout the Universe.
This energy has as one of its properties, the instructors taught, the capacity to bend the fabric of time-space.
In the 2 years since coming onto the project Aaron had witnessed Lord Cornwallis surrender his army to the Continentals at the Battle of Yorktown. Aaron had been on the grassy knoll in Dealy Plaza in Dallas on November 22, 1963 and was one of the few people alive who knew the facts about the second gunman.
At the start of the project the technology was used to gather strategic intelligence from the future, to give the government an advantage in foreign policy.
Then came Grozda Sokoloff.
The former Bulgarian secret police soldier, who took part in the torture and murder of antigovernment dissidents in Bulgaria who had suddenly become a billionaire financier managed to either bribe or threaten some of the physicists who worked on the project and had them build him one. They had discovered that Sokoloff and his crew were teleporting back in time trying to bring about his utopian ideal world, as well as make themselves wealthy beyond all comprehension. Aaron and his team now spent most of their time teleporting and preventing it.
So now Aaron and his team mate, Mike Randolph were getting briefed on their current deployment.
They were to be teleported to Egypt, 2569 B. C. E. The electro optics were indicating that someone from the future had teleported to that period and was removing large amounts of gold from the recently completed Great Pyramid of Giza.
That had to be Sokoloff.
If he got the shot, Aaron was going to put a bullet through the man’s face.
They strapped into the containment vessel, which was located in the plasma containment room. The subjects being moved through time had to remain totally motionless or bad things would happen.
Once strapped down the switch was thrown and the blue haze illuminated, which was followed by blackness.
When Aaron opened his eyes, he allowed the nausea of time travel to dissipate. Mike was already up and collecting his gear. The technicians had put them down on a hill 100 meters west of the pyramid at night. They had no idea how long they had before the sun rose so the set to work.
Aaron and Mike wore their digital dessert camouflage uniforms and armour plates.
They quickly established there hide site and found their target. A period Bedouin tent near the entrance to the pyramid.
Aaron was behind the 6 X 48 scope attached to M1A.
Aaron was watching the tent for less than half an hour when he saw movement coming from the tent. The first subject was very dark skinned and dressed in local garb. The next subject was wearing a long flowing white robe. Zooming in on the face, Aaron saw it was a Caucasian male.
“Do you have eyes on the White face?” Mike whispered softly.
“Yeah, he is out of place…just a little.” Aaron flicked the switch, from SAFE to FIRE.
More subjects came out. Only 3 were Caucasian looking. They were dead men walking.
Aaron got a good sight picture and relayed to Mike the target he was prosecuting. He let out a breath, centered the cross hairs right between the eyes, then at the bottom of the exhale, Aaron squeezed the trigger.
The head exploded.
The local Egyptians, who were living their lives 2000 years before the birth of Christ had no idea what had just happened.
The White men did.
They began scrambling for cover.
Aaron called out his second target and Mike replied immediately with range to target.
The trigger was squeezed and another Time Violator was extinguished.
The third target thought he had cover but he was incorrect. The 7.62x39 round easily went through the wood and killed him.
Just as Aaron was going to punch Mike in the bicep for a job well done, Mike hissed, “New target…20 meters just right of that wagon...”
Aaron quickly scanned and saw him
He was dressed as an Egyptian noble, but it was him.
Grozda Sokoloff.
Aaron was sighting in and he saw that the socialist billionaire was not even trying to get to cover. Aaron thought Sokoloff was going to make it easy for him.
Then Aaron saw he held a device in his right hand. Sokoloff held it up over his head.
Then he appeared to squeeze it.
A black circle, surrounded by a signal blue haze formed and began moving at high speed toward them.
“Mike! Don’t fuckin move!” Aaron screamed as he grasped his rifle and the case with computers and other equipment.
The black orb moved over him. The screeching sound of time travel filled his head. Then blackness…
Aaron came to.
He was lying in a forest. The only sound he heard was Mike screaming.
Mike’s molecules had merged and become superimposed with a large oak tree.
Aaron staggered to his feet and walked over to the molecular mess that was still living...in a sense.
Mikes right ankle and foot was 4 feet above the left side of his face. Mike’s left eye showed crazed fear and pain.
Aaron pulled his Glock .40 pistol.
“I’m sorry Mike.” Aaron said over the screaming.
He placed the barrel of the pistol on Mike’s left temple, just below the tree bark his face had merged with and pulled the trigger.
The screaming stopped.
Nausea passed over Aaron. He threw up then managed about 7 steps before he passed out into the grass.
Character appearance: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv3pvocZa51r2q48wo2_500.jpg
Sergeant First Class Aaron Rader arrived at the non-descript building located in a faraway corner of the Los Alamos National Laboratory.
Aaron had been with Project Pegasus for 2 years now.
He had been recruited by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency into the project which was classified Cosmic Top Secret following his leading some extremely dangerous black operations in Iran, Afghanistan and Pakistan as a member of the Combat Applications Group, also known as Delta Force.
When he was made aware of the tasks that Project Pegasus he was stunned silent for over an hour. But there was going to be no way he did not accept the offer.
Aaron had learned that in the late 1960’s the government had created a teleportation device that allowed for human beings to travel through time.
They had put Aaron through 6 months of training on how the system worked. It was difficult material to learn. Aaron had majored in business administration at the University of Georgia. The material he was directed to learn was stuff like quantum mechanics.
The basis for the ability to travel in time relies on the works of Nicola Tesla. Tesla found a way to derive a certain kind of energy from the quantum plenum. This was energy that Tesla called “Radiant Energy” and demonstrated that this energy is pervasive and latent throughout the Universe.
This energy has as one of its properties, the instructors taught, the capacity to bend the fabric of time-space.
In the 2 years since coming onto the project Aaron had witnessed Lord Cornwallis surrender his army to the Continentals at the Battle of Yorktown. Aaron had been on the grassy knoll in Dealy Plaza in Dallas on November 22, 1963 and was one of the few people alive who knew the facts about the second gunman.
At the start of the project the technology was used to gather strategic intelligence from the future, to give the government an advantage in foreign policy.
Then came Grozda Sokoloff.
The former Bulgarian secret police soldier, who took part in the torture and murder of antigovernment dissidents in Bulgaria who had suddenly become a billionaire financier managed to either bribe or threaten some of the physicists who worked on the project and had them build him one. They had discovered that Sokoloff and his crew were teleporting back in time trying to bring about his utopian ideal world, as well as make themselves wealthy beyond all comprehension. Aaron and his team now spent most of their time teleporting and preventing it.
So now Aaron and his team mate, Mike Randolph were getting briefed on their current deployment.
They were to be teleported to Egypt, 2569 B. C. E. The electro optics were indicating that someone from the future had teleported to that period and was removing large amounts of gold from the recently completed Great Pyramid of Giza.
That had to be Sokoloff.
If he got the shot, Aaron was going to put a bullet through the man’s face.
They strapped into the containment vessel, which was located in the plasma containment room. The subjects being moved through time had to remain totally motionless or bad things would happen.
Once strapped down the switch was thrown and the blue haze illuminated, which was followed by blackness.
When Aaron opened his eyes, he allowed the nausea of time travel to dissipate. Mike was already up and collecting his gear. The technicians had put them down on a hill 100 meters west of the pyramid at night. They had no idea how long they had before the sun rose so the set to work.
Aaron and Mike wore their digital dessert camouflage uniforms and armour plates.
They quickly established there hide site and found their target. A period Bedouin tent near the entrance to the pyramid.
Aaron was behind the 6 X 48 scope attached to M1A.
Aaron was watching the tent for less than half an hour when he saw movement coming from the tent. The first subject was very dark skinned and dressed in local garb. The next subject was wearing a long flowing white robe. Zooming in on the face, Aaron saw it was a Caucasian male.
“Do you have eyes on the White face?” Mike whispered softly.
“Yeah, he is out of place…just a little.” Aaron flicked the switch, from SAFE to FIRE.
More subjects came out. Only 3 were Caucasian looking. They were dead men walking.
Aaron got a good sight picture and relayed to Mike the target he was prosecuting. He let out a breath, centered the cross hairs right between the eyes, then at the bottom of the exhale, Aaron squeezed the trigger.
The head exploded.
The local Egyptians, who were living their lives 2000 years before the birth of Christ had no idea what had just happened.
The White men did.
They began scrambling for cover.
Aaron called out his second target and Mike replied immediately with range to target.
The trigger was squeezed and another Time Violator was extinguished.
The third target thought he had cover but he was incorrect. The 7.62x39 round easily went through the wood and killed him.
Just as Aaron was going to punch Mike in the bicep for a job well done, Mike hissed, “New target…20 meters just right of that wagon...”
Aaron quickly scanned and saw him
He was dressed as an Egyptian noble, but it was him.
Grozda Sokoloff.
Aaron was sighting in and he saw that the socialist billionaire was not even trying to get to cover. Aaron thought Sokoloff was going to make it easy for him.
Then Aaron saw he held a device in his right hand. Sokoloff held it up over his head.
Then he appeared to squeeze it.
A black circle, surrounded by a signal blue haze formed and began moving at high speed toward them.
“Mike! Don’t fuckin move!” Aaron screamed as he grasped his rifle and the case with computers and other equipment.
The black orb moved over him. The screeching sound of time travel filled his head. Then blackness…
Aaron came to.
He was lying in a forest. The only sound he heard was Mike screaming.
Mike’s molecules had merged and become superimposed with a large oak tree.
Aaron staggered to his feet and walked over to the molecular mess that was still living...in a sense.
Mikes right ankle and foot was 4 feet above the left side of his face. Mike’s left eye showed crazed fear and pain.
Aaron pulled his Glock .40 pistol.
“I’m sorry Mike.” Aaron said over the screaming.
He placed the barrel of the pistol on Mike’s left temple, just below the tree bark his face had merged with and pulled the trigger.
The screaming stopped.
Nausea passed over Aaron. He threw up then managed about 7 steps before he passed out into the grass.