CH.11
The Tables of Time
(GAHHHHHH......I OWN NOTHING!!! And if I REALLY REALLY did then an Ewok would be the bloody Chief of State!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH OHHHHH.......I got the idea for my time travel junk from Outer Limits...hehehhehehhehhehehhe.......... You know, this is probably the only chapter without too much angst. This one is probably the closest I'll get too humor in this story.)
ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION: Someone in my family played with the AutoCorrect...that's why Obi-Wan's name kept messing up (glares evilly at sister)!! It's fixed now!!!!
Jagged Fel stood in his temporary quarters in the new Jedi academy. His family and friends had left earlier that week. He had stayed, though he did not know why. Hardly anyone would speak to him. He didn't blame them.
It was night time, and the stars were shining with an inexorable light. When he was little, Jag had spent hours at night gazing at the sky. The icy temperature of Csilla had often left the sky cloudless and wonderful for star- gazing. When Soontir found out about it, he had disapproved of it very strongly. Jag had given the habit up.
Now, he watched them again through his arched window. So much peace used to flow in him from watching the stars. All he felt now was a cold, hard hollowness inside himself.
Jaina was lost because of him, and everyone knew it. And disliked him for it.
Every night for the past week he had stopped and pondered over what he had done. He knew exactly why he had left Jaina. Jagged was very afraid of commitment.
He had grown up independent. The night before his wedding he had been so scared...and then made the most stupid decision he could have ever made. It didn't matter that he loved her. He had left her.
Jag knew that his only hope for helping Jaina was to help Jacen. He half disbelieved that Jaina was still alive as her brother said. The only reason he believed she might possibly still be alive was because he held onto his personal hope. He hoped that she was still alive because he knew he could not live without her.
A warm tear trickled down his face, lightly caressing the side of his lips. She was all he wanted. Unfortunately, that realization had come too late. Far too late.
In another time....
Obi-Wan bit his lip. Everything had gone wrong. The people he was here to save were dead...except for one.
His eyes darted towards the open door in his makeshift bedroom. Myriah, the old healer, had disappeared through the door only moments ago. She was going to get the only surviving member of the research team.
Obi-Wan leaned back, trying to think through everything that had happened. He had landed on the planet only three days ago.
He recalled the attack by the rakhmar, his encounter with Maarix and Jud, the battle with the Warra, and meeting Jaina. Jaina. Now there was a subject to ponder on.
Obi-Wan remembered that in his sickened state, he had first thought she was an angel. She carried a lightsaber and had claimed to be a Light-sider. But if she was a Jedi, than why had he never heard of her before?
She was about his age, and he would have had some classes with her. Maybe she was a rogue, and had left the Temple. But no, that did not seem right. Whatever she was, she needed help. Obi-Wan knew all too well how anger could consume a person if given enough time...
Suddenly, the old healer popped her mirthful, wise face through the door. "Hey, honey. This is Ryma. He's the scientist I told ya' 'bout."
A man followed Myraih through the door and crouched by Obi-Wan's bedside.
Ryma was a scruffy looking man. He was thin and pale with a mop of brown hair. The scientist wore an animal hide and had big blue eyes. His eyes seemed to shine with an eerie light. Obi-Wan almost wondered if it was insanity glowing in his eyes.
Obi-Wan took a hesitant breath. "It's good to meet you. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am a Jedi and I was sent her to rescue your research team." He paused, angry with himself. "Apparently I was too late." Obi-Wan nodded towards the man weakly.
He smiled in return, leaning back into a sitting position. "Honestly, I don't mind. It's not your fault. I suppose I can just blame it on the planet."
"What?" Obi-Wan was utterly puzzled. The man just smiled a crooked grin. The Jedi Padawan had met some very strange people in his lifetime, and this man was definitely one of them.
Ryma cocked his head sideways, his grin turning into a sad smile. "This is going to take a lot of explaining."
"Honey, you bettah explain it to him, cause he is your best chance of getting' off this jungle planet." Myriah chuckled, starting back down the hatch. "I'll leave you two alone for the time bein'"
Ryma and Obi-Wan watched the healer leave. The scientist turned back to Obi-Wan. "According to Myriah, you received Magia's message about a week ago?" He chuckled bitterly and continued, "She's been dead for two weeks, along with the others. The Warra executed them all. I escaped, and Myriah nursed me back to health. I've been living here since the others were killed."
Obi-Wan was speechless. "I am sorry for your loss."
Ryma shook his head. "Nah, it's ok. We were bound to get captured eventually, what with all the tribes and such. Look on the bright side...I'm still here." He shrugged, cocking his head to the other side.
Obi-Wan resituated himself in his bed. His wounds were healing, and he knew that he would be able to walk very soon. "How is it that we received Magia's message a week after she died?"
Ryma's eyes lit up with their unusual glow. "Now that, my fine Jedi, is a great piece of work."
In another time...
Jedi Master Kyp Durron strode through the halls of the Jedi Academy. The dark hall resounded with his pounding footsteps, as he quickened his pace.
Kyp bit his lip nervously. This was an encounter he was not looking forward to. He tucked a strand of dark hair behind an ear.
The past few days had been the most horrible in his life. He imagined they probably would have been anyway, if Jag had stayed at his own wedding. It was only two days ago that he had learned of Jaina's disappearance.
Kyp shook his head, wishing he had been there to stop her. A tear almost escaped the corner of his eye. He shook it away. No. He had to be strong.
When Jaina had first told him of her engagement to Jag, Kyp had been angry. In fact, he had gone out of his way to miss his best friend's wedding.
'Some wedding', he thought grimly. In his own way, Kyp thought he owned some of the blame. If only he had been here, if only he had put aside his stupid jealousy...if only...
Kyp frowned. Wishful thinking wouldn't help anyone. He continued his pace, hoping that he wasn't too late.
Leia Organa Solo had came to his door in the middle of the night. It didn't matter, because Kyp had been awake, grieving like everyone else was.
Leia had told him that she had woken up, to find her husband gone. She then went on to explain that he wasn't the only thing missing. Han's stash of Correlian ale was also fairly empty.
The two had combined their Jedi powers, locating the wayward man. He wasn't far from Kyp's quarters. Never the less, he seemed to be heading towards Jag's temporary quarters. That in itself was enough to cause alarm.
Kyp had told Leia to stay behind, hoping to keep her out of what could become a violent encounter. The Jedi Master continued onwards, until he saw a very angry Han Solo stumbling along the wall.
"Han!" Kyp rushed forward, grabbing the man's arms. Han tried to shove him by reflex, turning in his grasp.
"'Reepio! Whatcha doin' here?" Hand cried in anger, his voice slurring.
Kyp held him steady. "Come on, old man, let's go back to my room, so you can sober up a bit."
Han struggled again, trying to get a closer look. "That you, Lando? Nah, not ugly 'nough. Who the vapin' moths are ya?"
"It's me, Kyp. Now come on." Kyp started to pull him forward, but was stopped as Han made himself dead weight.
"Kyp! Let go o' me! I'm gonna kill Jag!" Han slurred, angrily pushing at the air.
"No you're not. Sure Jag's a bit lower than Vamar grubs in my book, but that's no reason to kill the kid." Kyp explained, pulling hard at the drunken man.
"Yesh, I'm 'fraid it tis, Kyp. He killed Jaina, it's all his fault." Han snarled, pulling back.
Kyp rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we can kill him when you're sober. Until then, sorry about this, old buddy." And with that, he threw a punch right into Solo's face. The older man drooped in the other's grasp.
Kyp sighed, lugging the limp man over his shoulder. No, Jaina's death was not Jagged's fault. Not completely, anyway.
Suddenly, he saw three beings rushing down the opposite side of the hallway. Kyp frowned as he recognized the blonde locks of Danni Quee and Tahiri Veila. Jacen Solo was right behind them, his bloodshot eyes shining with hope.
Kyp carried Han over to them, a frown on his face. "What are you doing?"
Jacen frowned when he saw his father slung over Kyp's shoulder. "What are you doing?"
Kyp grimaced. "Your father was on a rampage, trying to kill Jag. I intercepted him before he got anywhere. Now what are you three doing here at this time?"
"Kyp, I know you're with my Mom and Dad. They think I'm insane because I think Jaina's still alive. So I guess it doesn't matter to you." Jacen shook his head, about to enter the door to Jagged Fel's room.
Kyp grabbed his arm roughly, shifting Han to a more comfortable position. "Would you get real Solo? Jaina is gone, okay? Fel hurt her so bad, that she's gone for good. She's not coming back. Ever."
Jacen snarled and pulled away. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Durron. I'd know if she were dead. She's my sister. I would know."
Kyp cursed, setting Han on the floor. He grabbed the younger Solo by the shoulders, glaring at him. "You're not the only one who loved her, Solo."
Jacen pulled away, turning towards the door where Danni and Tahiri still stood. Jacen took the datapad Danni had been carrying, showing it to Kyp. "We have proof, too."
Kyp stared at him, conflicting emotions snaking up and down his face. Finally he spoke. "Wait for me."
In Jagged's room...
Danni sat up in the chair she had been given. Explaining it the second time would be a bit easier. The threesome had been on their way to share their findings with Jag, when the encounter with Kyp had occurred.
Since Kyp had left to give Han back to his wife, the others had found proper seating places. Jag sat against one of the columns that supported his window. Jacen and Tahiri sat on the bed, facing Danni. Kyp was left a spot on the floor.
The relative silence was broken when Kyp entered the room. "This better be good, Solo. I don't want to waste my time on rabbit trails."
He sat down giving Jag a dirty glance. Jacen nodded for Danni to begin. She took a breath.
"Now, before I begin, I want to say that this is all theory, but the evidence we have proves it."
"And what evidence is that, may I ask?" Kyp interrupted.
"I tracked Jaina's presence until it abruptly ended. The ground around where she had seemingly disappeared glowed with a strange dust. I gave some to Danni for further analysis. Did you hear anything strange tonight? In the Force, I mean?" Jacen asked Kyp.
The Jedi Master frowned. "I did feel a disturbance. I wasn't paying enough attention to identify it."
"It was Tahiri and me. We both had a nightmare. Danni was asleep in her lab. The dust flashed, and made one of her tools disappear. She also heard a third voice. Danni heard Jaina. The connection is very strange, but it makes sense. Danni, explain it to them."
Danni nodded, holding up the datapad. "This is a very old file, but most scientists own a copy of it. I'll summarize it for you. About seventy years ago, there was a scientist name Ryma Omarel. He was a smart man, until he was deemed insane because of his theories on time. He led a team of researchers to a small moon called Yavin Four. There were few inhabitants of the planet, except for a few tribes made up of crashed pilots and such."
Danni paused, chewing on her lip. "He knew there was danger in going there, but Ryma felt he had to prove his theories about time. The reason he chose Yavin Four was because the moon's Force presence was very strong. Unfortunately, he was the only survivor on that mission. He did, however, prove his theory."
Danni looked up, seeing the eyes of her listeners on her. "This is a confusing theory, so bare with me. Ryma theorized that time was like three tables. One is the past, another the present, and another the future. In the beginning of time, everything that was to come was on the future table. Every event passed on to the present table, and then to the past. Ryma believed this course was a steady flow. The only thing that could interrupt the flow of time would be a significant energy, like the Force. If powerful enough, Ryma theorized that it could rip even the fabric of time, or tip the tables, if you will. If that were to happen, the steady flow of time could rupture altogether, dropping us all into oblivion. However, if it were to be controlled, Ryma theorized that time travel could be very possible. It would simply be a jump to a different table."
Danni turned the datapad off, not really needing it anyway. "Ryma studied the records of Yavin Four on Corucant, and came to discover that every so once in a while, the planet's Force energy will rise incalculably too high. Then, with the proper equipment, one could control time. Ryma found a chemical, Admega 5, that was used to control energy forces in machines. Ryma made some sort of machine that he buried in the ground, focusing large amounts of Admega 5 to bend the Force to his will. He was able to focus the energy and estimated that it would be powerful enough to send anyone seventy years forward or backward. However, he knew he could only go forward. That was because he knew the machine would still be there in the future, allowing anyone who went forward to return as well. He was going to conduct an experiment with himself to prove it. Unfortunately, he and his team were captured by a tribe before they were finished. The time on the moon became very jumbled for the next week, cutting itself off from the rest of the universe. Time itself was momentarily shot into oblivion for that moon. Things seemed to have righted itself, though. I have done my personal calculations, following Ryma's form. He was off by seven years. I think that Jaina accidentally stumbled over the area where this machine is buried."
Danni looked up, meeting the intense stares of her small audience. "I believe that Jaina is now sixty three years in the past, and that if she doesn't hurry, she will never be able to return before the extreme amounts of energy dissipates."
(AN: AHAHHAHAHA! Evil cliffie! Well, not really. Um.......well.....nothing really to say here. I could beg for reviews. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! PLLLLEEEASSSEEE!!!!!)
The Tables of Time
(GAHHHHHH......I OWN NOTHING!!! And if I REALLY REALLY did then an Ewok would be the bloody Chief of State!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHH OHHHHH.......I got the idea for my time travel junk from Outer Limits...hehehhehehhehhehehhe.......... You know, this is probably the only chapter without too much angst. This one is probably the closest I'll get too humor in this story.)
ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION: Someone in my family played with the AutoCorrect...that's why Obi-Wan's name kept messing up (glares evilly at sister)!! It's fixed now!!!!
Jagged Fel stood in his temporary quarters in the new Jedi academy. His family and friends had left earlier that week. He had stayed, though he did not know why. Hardly anyone would speak to him. He didn't blame them.
It was night time, and the stars were shining with an inexorable light. When he was little, Jag had spent hours at night gazing at the sky. The icy temperature of Csilla had often left the sky cloudless and wonderful for star- gazing. When Soontir found out about it, he had disapproved of it very strongly. Jag had given the habit up.
Now, he watched them again through his arched window. So much peace used to flow in him from watching the stars. All he felt now was a cold, hard hollowness inside himself.
Jaina was lost because of him, and everyone knew it. And disliked him for it.
Every night for the past week he had stopped and pondered over what he had done. He knew exactly why he had left Jaina. Jagged was very afraid of commitment.
He had grown up independent. The night before his wedding he had been so scared...and then made the most stupid decision he could have ever made. It didn't matter that he loved her. He had left her.
Jag knew that his only hope for helping Jaina was to help Jacen. He half disbelieved that Jaina was still alive as her brother said. The only reason he believed she might possibly still be alive was because he held onto his personal hope. He hoped that she was still alive because he knew he could not live without her.
A warm tear trickled down his face, lightly caressing the side of his lips. She was all he wanted. Unfortunately, that realization had come too late. Far too late.
In another time....
Obi-Wan bit his lip. Everything had gone wrong. The people he was here to save were dead...except for one.
His eyes darted towards the open door in his makeshift bedroom. Myriah, the old healer, had disappeared through the door only moments ago. She was going to get the only surviving member of the research team.
Obi-Wan leaned back, trying to think through everything that had happened. He had landed on the planet only three days ago.
He recalled the attack by the rakhmar, his encounter with Maarix and Jud, the battle with the Warra, and meeting Jaina. Jaina. Now there was a subject to ponder on.
Obi-Wan remembered that in his sickened state, he had first thought she was an angel. She carried a lightsaber and had claimed to be a Light-sider. But if she was a Jedi, than why had he never heard of her before?
She was about his age, and he would have had some classes with her. Maybe she was a rogue, and had left the Temple. But no, that did not seem right. Whatever she was, she needed help. Obi-Wan knew all too well how anger could consume a person if given enough time...
Suddenly, the old healer popped her mirthful, wise face through the door. "Hey, honey. This is Ryma. He's the scientist I told ya' 'bout."
A man followed Myraih through the door and crouched by Obi-Wan's bedside.
Ryma was a scruffy looking man. He was thin and pale with a mop of brown hair. The scientist wore an animal hide and had big blue eyes. His eyes seemed to shine with an eerie light. Obi-Wan almost wondered if it was insanity glowing in his eyes.
Obi-Wan took a hesitant breath. "It's good to meet you. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I am a Jedi and I was sent her to rescue your research team." He paused, angry with himself. "Apparently I was too late." Obi-Wan nodded towards the man weakly.
He smiled in return, leaning back into a sitting position. "Honestly, I don't mind. It's not your fault. I suppose I can just blame it on the planet."
"What?" Obi-Wan was utterly puzzled. The man just smiled a crooked grin. The Jedi Padawan had met some very strange people in his lifetime, and this man was definitely one of them.
Ryma cocked his head sideways, his grin turning into a sad smile. "This is going to take a lot of explaining."
"Honey, you bettah explain it to him, cause he is your best chance of getting' off this jungle planet." Myriah chuckled, starting back down the hatch. "I'll leave you two alone for the time bein'"
Ryma and Obi-Wan watched the healer leave. The scientist turned back to Obi-Wan. "According to Myriah, you received Magia's message about a week ago?" He chuckled bitterly and continued, "She's been dead for two weeks, along with the others. The Warra executed them all. I escaped, and Myriah nursed me back to health. I've been living here since the others were killed."
Obi-Wan was speechless. "I am sorry for your loss."
Ryma shook his head. "Nah, it's ok. We were bound to get captured eventually, what with all the tribes and such. Look on the bright side...I'm still here." He shrugged, cocking his head to the other side.
Obi-Wan resituated himself in his bed. His wounds were healing, and he knew that he would be able to walk very soon. "How is it that we received Magia's message a week after she died?"
Ryma's eyes lit up with their unusual glow. "Now that, my fine Jedi, is a great piece of work."
In another time...
Jedi Master Kyp Durron strode through the halls of the Jedi Academy. The dark hall resounded with his pounding footsteps, as he quickened his pace.
Kyp bit his lip nervously. This was an encounter he was not looking forward to. He tucked a strand of dark hair behind an ear.
The past few days had been the most horrible in his life. He imagined they probably would have been anyway, if Jag had stayed at his own wedding. It was only two days ago that he had learned of Jaina's disappearance.
Kyp shook his head, wishing he had been there to stop her. A tear almost escaped the corner of his eye. He shook it away. No. He had to be strong.
When Jaina had first told him of her engagement to Jag, Kyp had been angry. In fact, he had gone out of his way to miss his best friend's wedding.
'Some wedding', he thought grimly. In his own way, Kyp thought he owned some of the blame. If only he had been here, if only he had put aside his stupid jealousy...if only...
Kyp frowned. Wishful thinking wouldn't help anyone. He continued his pace, hoping that he wasn't too late.
Leia Organa Solo had came to his door in the middle of the night. It didn't matter, because Kyp had been awake, grieving like everyone else was.
Leia had told him that she had woken up, to find her husband gone. She then went on to explain that he wasn't the only thing missing. Han's stash of Correlian ale was also fairly empty.
The two had combined their Jedi powers, locating the wayward man. He wasn't far from Kyp's quarters. Never the less, he seemed to be heading towards Jag's temporary quarters. That in itself was enough to cause alarm.
Kyp had told Leia to stay behind, hoping to keep her out of what could become a violent encounter. The Jedi Master continued onwards, until he saw a very angry Han Solo stumbling along the wall.
"Han!" Kyp rushed forward, grabbing the man's arms. Han tried to shove him by reflex, turning in his grasp.
"'Reepio! Whatcha doin' here?" Hand cried in anger, his voice slurring.
Kyp held him steady. "Come on, old man, let's go back to my room, so you can sober up a bit."
Han struggled again, trying to get a closer look. "That you, Lando? Nah, not ugly 'nough. Who the vapin' moths are ya?"
"It's me, Kyp. Now come on." Kyp started to pull him forward, but was stopped as Han made himself dead weight.
"Kyp! Let go o' me! I'm gonna kill Jag!" Han slurred, angrily pushing at the air.
"No you're not. Sure Jag's a bit lower than Vamar grubs in my book, but that's no reason to kill the kid." Kyp explained, pulling hard at the drunken man.
"Yesh, I'm 'fraid it tis, Kyp. He killed Jaina, it's all his fault." Han snarled, pulling back.
Kyp rolled his eyes. "Don't worry, we can kill him when you're sober. Until then, sorry about this, old buddy." And with that, he threw a punch right into Solo's face. The older man drooped in the other's grasp.
Kyp sighed, lugging the limp man over his shoulder. No, Jaina's death was not Jagged's fault. Not completely, anyway.
Suddenly, he saw three beings rushing down the opposite side of the hallway. Kyp frowned as he recognized the blonde locks of Danni Quee and Tahiri Veila. Jacen Solo was right behind them, his bloodshot eyes shining with hope.
Kyp carried Han over to them, a frown on his face. "What are you doing?"
Jacen frowned when he saw his father slung over Kyp's shoulder. "What are you doing?"
Kyp grimaced. "Your father was on a rampage, trying to kill Jag. I intercepted him before he got anywhere. Now what are you three doing here at this time?"
"Kyp, I know you're with my Mom and Dad. They think I'm insane because I think Jaina's still alive. So I guess it doesn't matter to you." Jacen shook his head, about to enter the door to Jagged Fel's room.
Kyp grabbed his arm roughly, shifting Han to a more comfortable position. "Would you get real Solo? Jaina is gone, okay? Fel hurt her so bad, that she's gone for good. She's not coming back. Ever."
Jacen snarled and pulled away. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Durron. I'd know if she were dead. She's my sister. I would know."
Kyp cursed, setting Han on the floor. He grabbed the younger Solo by the shoulders, glaring at him. "You're not the only one who loved her, Solo."
Jacen pulled away, turning towards the door where Danni and Tahiri still stood. Jacen took the datapad Danni had been carrying, showing it to Kyp. "We have proof, too."
Kyp stared at him, conflicting emotions snaking up and down his face. Finally he spoke. "Wait for me."
In Jagged's room...
Danni sat up in the chair she had been given. Explaining it the second time would be a bit easier. The threesome had been on their way to share their findings with Jag, when the encounter with Kyp had occurred.
Since Kyp had left to give Han back to his wife, the others had found proper seating places. Jag sat against one of the columns that supported his window. Jacen and Tahiri sat on the bed, facing Danni. Kyp was left a spot on the floor.
The relative silence was broken when Kyp entered the room. "This better be good, Solo. I don't want to waste my time on rabbit trails."
He sat down giving Jag a dirty glance. Jacen nodded for Danni to begin. She took a breath.
"Now, before I begin, I want to say that this is all theory, but the evidence we have proves it."
"And what evidence is that, may I ask?" Kyp interrupted.
"I tracked Jaina's presence until it abruptly ended. The ground around where she had seemingly disappeared glowed with a strange dust. I gave some to Danni for further analysis. Did you hear anything strange tonight? In the Force, I mean?" Jacen asked Kyp.
The Jedi Master frowned. "I did feel a disturbance. I wasn't paying enough attention to identify it."
"It was Tahiri and me. We both had a nightmare. Danni was asleep in her lab. The dust flashed, and made one of her tools disappear. She also heard a third voice. Danni heard Jaina. The connection is very strange, but it makes sense. Danni, explain it to them."
Danni nodded, holding up the datapad. "This is a very old file, but most scientists own a copy of it. I'll summarize it for you. About seventy years ago, there was a scientist name Ryma Omarel. He was a smart man, until he was deemed insane because of his theories on time. He led a team of researchers to a small moon called Yavin Four. There were few inhabitants of the planet, except for a few tribes made up of crashed pilots and such."
Danni paused, chewing on her lip. "He knew there was danger in going there, but Ryma felt he had to prove his theories about time. The reason he chose Yavin Four was because the moon's Force presence was very strong. Unfortunately, he was the only survivor on that mission. He did, however, prove his theory."
Danni looked up, seeing the eyes of her listeners on her. "This is a confusing theory, so bare with me. Ryma theorized that time was like three tables. One is the past, another the present, and another the future. In the beginning of time, everything that was to come was on the future table. Every event passed on to the present table, and then to the past. Ryma believed this course was a steady flow. The only thing that could interrupt the flow of time would be a significant energy, like the Force. If powerful enough, Ryma theorized that it could rip even the fabric of time, or tip the tables, if you will. If that were to happen, the steady flow of time could rupture altogether, dropping us all into oblivion. However, if it were to be controlled, Ryma theorized that time travel could be very possible. It would simply be a jump to a different table."
Danni turned the datapad off, not really needing it anyway. "Ryma studied the records of Yavin Four on Corucant, and came to discover that every so once in a while, the planet's Force energy will rise incalculably too high. Then, with the proper equipment, one could control time. Ryma found a chemical, Admega 5, that was used to control energy forces in machines. Ryma made some sort of machine that he buried in the ground, focusing large amounts of Admega 5 to bend the Force to his will. He was able to focus the energy and estimated that it would be powerful enough to send anyone seventy years forward or backward. However, he knew he could only go forward. That was because he knew the machine would still be there in the future, allowing anyone who went forward to return as well. He was going to conduct an experiment with himself to prove it. Unfortunately, he and his team were captured by a tribe before they were finished. The time on the moon became very jumbled for the next week, cutting itself off from the rest of the universe. Time itself was momentarily shot into oblivion for that moon. Things seemed to have righted itself, though. I have done my personal calculations, following Ryma's form. He was off by seven years. I think that Jaina accidentally stumbled over the area where this machine is buried."
Danni looked up, meeting the intense stares of her small audience. "I believe that Jaina is now sixty three years in the past, and that if she doesn't hurry, she will never be able to return before the extreme amounts of energy dissipates."
(AN: AHAHHAHAHA! Evil cliffie! Well, not really. Um.......well.....nothing really to say here. I could beg for reviews. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! PLLLLEEEASSSEEE!!!!!)