Chapter 1

Into the Cosmos

"Dear Journal,

If someone had told me three months ago, that in three months I would be able to send myself hurtling through the cosmos to another time and place whenever I needed or wanted to I probably would've laughed at them. But let me start at the beginning, my name is Jason McKenna I am sixteen years old, 6'1", brown haired and brown-eyed, and, I am a Voyager! I was not what you would call a popular kid in my school in fact most days you could find me face down on the ground with school track star Jake Roger's foot between my shoulder blades and that is where my story begins."

Flashback

Two years earlier…

The fateful day started out like any other school had just gotten out and Jason was face down on the ground with Jake's foot in his back holding him down.

"Come on worm," Jake jeered, "kiss the ground and maybe I'll let you up."

Jason struggled against the foot on his back but it only pressed down harder. Just as he was about to relent, a booming bass voice brought the jocks fun to a screeching halt.

"Jacob Wilson Rogers, Let him up right now!!!" the voice thundered loud enough to shake the window panes on the third floor of the school building. It was the wrestling Coach Jack Spencer he strode toward the boys with an angry look on his face. Although a muscular man, his 7 foot 5 inch stature was usually enough to make the students respect him.

The boys retreated as Coach Spencer reached Jason's side,

"Are you alright, son?" he asked as he pulled Jason to his feet.

"Yeah," said Jason, "I guess I ought to be used to that by now." Coach Spencer shook his head,

"No one should have to get used to that!" he said. "Now you go on home I'll talk to Jake and his father and let them know what will happen if I ever see that again!"

Jason shouldered his backpack and started off down the road dusting him-self off as he went. But instead of going home to his adopted parents who were to busy with their social lives to worry about him, he turned off on a side street and headed toward the home of the one friend that he had in this town, Dr Marcus Tabor. He was an old scientist that most people dismissed as a loon, and the fact that they were both outsiders in their own town drew them together.

As soon as Jason rounded the corner to the back door of Dr Tabor's place he knew that something was wrong.

The back door was standing wide open. That was something that Dr. Tabor would never do under ordinary circumstances. Jason raced inside and found Dr. Tabor Lying in a heap on the floor. He had been severely beaten. He opened his eyes as Jason gently lifted his head.

"Jason, my boy," he said smiling weakly, "you have arrived just in time."

"Who did this to you?!" Jason asked

"The evil one, Machiavelli's disciple," Whispered Tabor, "look in the desk in the secret compartment that only you and I know about there is something special in there, take it, it now belongs to you." Then he was gone. Tears threatened to spill from Jason's eyes as he covered the body of his friend. Somehow he knew inside of himself that this was not the time for tears.

Moving across the room for a desk he turned the handle on the middle drawer and a secret compartment in the left side of the desk opened. Reaching in he pulled out a small jewel chest that was about the size of a large book. Then with a last look at the body of his friend he slipped out the back door.

"Rest in peace, Doc," he whispered as he slipped out the door.

Jason sat in his room staring at the chest almost afraid to open it. Finally mustering up his courage he opened the chest. Inside the chest was an object that resembled a large pocket watch. It was shining silver with a gold V inlaid in the top as well as the inscription: Time Waits for No Man. Opening it up he found, instead of the clock face that he expected, a small globe surrounded by a set of three dials that showed among other things years months days both AD and BC on a digital Micro-screen below the globe.

"What have you given me, Doc?" he said to himself as he turned the year dial the counter clicked down to the year 1940 A.D. and the location setting said Paris, France. Then he spotted the small button hidden up next the hinge.

"Ah," he said, "this must be the reset button." He pressed the button and in the blink of an eye vanished.

There was a flash of light and Jason found himself flying through a star field as glowing red energy fields streaked passed him on all sides. Suddenly one appeared directly in front of him he help up his hands instinctively to protect himself but there was no impact or pain he passed right through it and immediately dropped the ground. Standing up and looking around he was shocked to find himself looking up at the Eiffel tower!"

He looked down and the strange pocket watch in his hand. Opening it again he found that the red light on the upper left side of the globe was blinking. He began to walk toward the tower when he spotted a discarded newspaper picking it up he looked at the date and his eyes widened it said June 30, 1940!"

Voyager Headquarters: Somewhere In the Cosmos. . .

A strikingly beautiful blonde woman walked into the control room of the Voyager Academy. Voyager Commander Colvin looked up from the temporal scan that he was monitoring.

"Susannah," he said, "What brings you down here from research and development."

"Professor Tabor is dead," she said gravely.

"What!" said Colvin, "How? What happened?"

"Voyagers Bogg and Jones found him beaten to death in his laboratory," replied Susannah.

"They said that all his notes were gone and there was no sign of the new Infinity Class Omni that he was working on.

"Oh no," said Colvin turning white, "if an Omni of unlimited power and range gets into the wrong hands it could be disastrous!!" He turned to the men at the console next to him.

"Get that temporal scanner working at maximum power," he said, "we've got to find that omni!!"