There's a slight error to mend

There's a slight error to mend. In the prologue, the date on Slavik's log should be in 2031. (The StarCraft part of things takes place during the game…whenever that is…)

Deep among the dark halls of a heavily fortified Nod facility, Commander Slavik met with the base's chief engineer as he'd been doing for several weeks. Initially, their lack of progress had been severely frustrating. Despite knowing what the so-called Chronosphere did, their progress in making it work had been going very slowly. Noticing that Slavik was staring somewhat aimlessly, the engineer spoke up.

"Sir, we believe we know how to at least partially exploit the Chronosphere's abilities."

"Partially?"

"Yes. We are reasonably certain we can utilize its transport capacity in the spatial plane at the moment, but have yet to have any known success temporally. Also, what we can do is limited, for the moment, only to Earth itself. The possible potential could theoretically extend into other parts of the solar system, or the galaxy for that matter, but we have had no successes in pursuing those hypotheses."

"Your explanation is riddled with uncertainties. Can we be sure that the spatial transport is operating successfully?"

"Yes sir. We've used it on several remote probes, sending them to known coordinates, and joining our efforts with other bases."

"Very good. Any success with biologicals?"

The engineer hesitated.

"Well?"

"Unknown, sir. We haven't actually tested that aspect yet…"

"Then it is time you do so. Select an expendable man from a less experienced unit and send him through to the nearest base. Have them report when he arrives."

"Yes, sir. Anything else?"

"I want to be there to oversee the test. Let me know when it is time."

"Of course, Commander."

"Dismissed."

* * *

Alex woke up dazed in an unfamiliar, shadowy room. Other than the cot he was on, the room only had a small light and a rather prominent speaker set into one corner of the walls. Great. So where am I?

"Alexander Soth." The voice came from the speaker.

"Yeah, and who are you? Why am I here? Where is here?"

"In time, Alex. You are very important to us. You are perhaps the most powerfully gifted psionic-capable Terran bornin history."

"Psionic? What's that mean?"

"We understand you've lived something of a sheltered life on Umoja. This is understandable. Only a few Terrans, relatively speaking, have ever had psionic capabilities."

"But what is it?"

"What we refer to as psionics are those who possess telepathy, and in a few rare cases telekinesis."

"Wait, hold on. I'm a telepath?"

"Yes."

"I can read people's minds?"

"Yes. And we intend for you to become a 'ghost'."

"A ghost? You're Confederates! Oh, no way. I'm not doing this!"

"You don't have much choice, Alex."

"You can't make me do this!" The door shook.

"Calm yourself, Alex."

"I won't do this!" A shudder ran through the walls.

Gas vents opened up, and the air rapidly filled with their cloud-like emanations. Alex fell back onto the bed, unconscious.

* * *

Anton Slavik stepped into an excessively bright room. A dull hum permeated the walls. The room itself expanded on for quite some way in every direction. Taking up most of the subterranean room was the massive Chronosphere. The large hemispherical front had pulled back, exposing a pulsing, flashing core.

"Is it ready?" he asked the nearest engineer.

"Just about sir. It's nearly finished charging. The subject has already been moved into place."

Slavik approached the head engineer. "Proceed as soon as you're ready."

"Very well, sir. In case you have not been told, we decided to send another probe along with the subject."

"Will that affect the device's performance?"

"We do not believe so, sir."

Slavik considered for a moment, just as the machine finished its preparation. "Alright. Proceed."

"Input start coordinates." Shouted the engineer.

"Done."

"Input destination."

"Done."

"Everyone clear of the affect radius! Behind the barriers!" He waited a few moments for all of the personnel to comply. "Activate chronoshift!"

Slavik was forced to squint as a bright flash of light filled the room. A series of heavy doors closed, blocking the light. On a nearby screen, he saw that the test subject was surrounded by some sort of energy bubble. A few moments later, the bubble dissipated.

"Contact the Siberia base." One of the engineers carried out the order. The local base commander came onto a large comm screen. "Have the subjects arrived?"

"Sir, only the probe is here. The soldier did not arrive."

"Reopen those doors. I want to know where he is."

The doors lumbered open and all watching saw what was left of the test subject.

The chief engineer came up to Slavik's side. "It would seem that the chronoshifting process has a…negative affect on living subjects, sir."

"Can this be countered?"

"Possibly."

"Do it. Or you will be the next test subject." Thoroughly annoyed, Slavik walked off.