Introduction

Date: October 6, 1262 B.C.
Place: Somewhere in the Mediterranean

The moon was beginning to ease between the Earth and the sun creating a solar eclipse. This mixture of light and shadow provided an eerie background for the shattered cylindrical windmill and the plateau surrounding it.

But that was the last thing on their minds.

"Tra-la-la-la-la, I can't hear you, I'm not listening!"

"If you hadn't infected my suit, we wouldn't be stranded here in this forsaken…"

"I object to the term infected, some of my best friends are viruses! I prefer the term selectively influenced."

At first glance, it would appear to be an unusual sight, a figure in a large silver-colored bulky suit similar to a spacesuit with a 3 on the front panels of the helmet arguing to a disembodied male voice. But as usual, things weren't as they appear to be. The panels parted to reveal a woman's face with short cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. This was Michelle Visard, formerly Agent 3 of the Temporal Security Agency, an organization whose job it was to research and secure history. Born at the end of the twenty-third century, Michelle grew up in a time where three-fourths of the world was devastated after a global war with some dictators who sought nothing less than total world domination. Then when Dr. Elliott Sinclair invented the first time machine, a group of officers were needed to safeguard history from those who would want to sabotage it. Michelle was one of those choices.

History took another leap forward when Earth was invited by an extraterrestrial race called the Cyrollans to join an organization of races called the Symbiotry of Peaceful Beings. Two months ago, she attempted to give the secrets of time travel to another extraterrestrial race called the Krynn, who were also members of the Symbiotry. But before she could carry out her plan, another TSA Agent, Gage Blackwood, discovered what was happening. She was forced to kidnap him and hold him captive in her silo-lair. But Gage sent a virus into Michelle's Jumpsuit that caused her to be spirited away into the time stream.

It felt like a life time ago.

The male voice that she was arguing with was actually the virus that infected her suit. His name was Arthur. Arthur was an artificial intelligence created by Dr. Kenneth Farnstein in his space station Amarax orbiting Saturn. Dr. Farnstein nurtured Arthur like he was his own son (which, in a way, he was), filling him with useful (and not so useful) facts and trivia. When Michelle tried to frame Gage, she did it by time traveling to the year 2289 to the Amarax station and altering something there. When Gage discovered Arthur, the AI found out that he was destined to die. But then he got the idea of downloading a copy of himself into Gage's Jumpsuit. During their attempt to prove Gage innocent of all charges, Arthur and Gage became good friends. When Michelle captured him, Arthur learned the noblest concept known to man: sacrifice. Arthur sacrificed himself for his friend.

"Get the hell out of my suit, you annoying… little… BUG!"

"That's MISTER Annoying-Little-Bug to you, and I would love to leave this rapidly ripening Robby-the-Robot fat suit, Miss Eau Natural, but it appears that we are stuck with each other. Besides, there's nothing stopping you from leaving my suit."

"Actually, Arthur, that's not a bad idea," Michelle said as she pressed a few buttons on her arm panel.

"What are you doing?" Arthur asked, then immediately figured out the answer, "Wait a second, you're taking me seriously? You can't do that, you'll be unprotected!"

"Watch me," Michelle said as the suit teleported off of her.

"Don't drink the water!" Those were Arthur's last words before the suit dissolved off of her leaving her in her TSA uniform. Michelle closed the suit's visor and activated the suit's cloaking device. She breathed a sigh of relief at the quietness and looked around. Her temporal beacon and date clock were damaged when Arthur infected her suit and sent them into the time stream so she really had no idea where or when she was. It was a safe bet that she was in the past, so perhaps if she could find out where and in what time period she was, she could get a message to the future for someone to pick her up.

The highest structure she could see was the ruined windmill. A large section of the outer wall had been torn off. Entering the structure, Michelle discovered a spiraling stair case ascending all the way to the top. Michelle started to climb the staircase when a piece of the staircase gave way underneath her. With quick reflexes and agility that surprised even her, Michelle jumped up a few steps. She breathed a sigh of relief once she arrived at a more stable part of the staircase but she soon realized that if she were to jump back down, she would have no way to get back up so it would be best to scope out her surroundings now. Michelle climbed the rest of the stairs and went through a hatch. She appeared to be in some sort of gear room lending more evidence to the theory that she was in some sort of primitive windmill. There was a ladder that led up to what was probably the roof. Michelle climbed it and came out through another hatch.

Michelle made two discoveries: one was that the windmill she was in wasn't the only structure still standing on the island. At the center of a pool of water in the center of the island was a large structure with pillars. The entire island seemed centered around it. In her Ancient Cultures class in college, Michelle learned that several ancient cultures constructed their cities and villages with temples at the center. So it's a safe bet that that was a temple.

A loud humming echoed through the sky. Michelle scanned upward until the source of the humming came into view and she made her second discovery.

"Oh God," she gasped. She knew what that was, but it was impossible! Yet there was no denying it since she was seeing it with her own eyes. Michelle wished at that moment that she had her Jumpsuit with her even if it meant having Arthur along with the package.


Date: November 10, 2329
Place: Joint Human-Cyrollan Science Vessel Oracle; Sigma Quadrant

The Oracle's primary mission was to explore anomalies at the edge of Symbiotry territory. But its secondary mission was to monitor the frontier outposts.

On the bridge, a human communication officer reported to his Cyrollan Commander. "Commander, we're receiving a priority message from Frontier Outpost Helm."

"On main screen," the Commander ordered.

"The vessel has ignored all hailing attempts," a frantic voice said over the speakers. At the same time, scans of the area around the outpost appeared. "All electronic systems were disrupted when it arrived, our station is beginning to drift, any Symbiotry ships within this sector, please assist."

"Can we make it there in time?" The Commander asked.

"No, sir, we're too far, scanners indicate there's a large vessel next to the outpost… wait a second… Commander, I'm detecting a huge displacement wave emanating from the space around the vessel."

"Good Lord," the Helm communicator gasped. "There must be hundreds!"

"There are more ships appearing on the boarder," the communication officer reported.

The man on the distress signal screamed. "All systems are shorting out, energy levels are off the…" The transmission abruptly ceased.

Immediately the Oracle went to Alert Status as the communication officer tried desperately to establish a link. "Outpost Helm, this is the Science Vessel Oracle, please respond… Helm, can you hear me? Helm, this is the Science Vessel Oracle, please respond!" As the human went about trying to establish a link, the Cyrollan Commander used his species' ability to analyze the energy emitted by other beings to try to decipher what it was that attacked the outpost. When he got the answer, his gray scaly face turned albino white. He pulled another Cyrollan off to the side and whispered in their native language, "They have returned."


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The Journeyman Project 3: Legacy of Time


Date: November 11, 2329
Place: Temporal Security Annex; Appalachian Mountains, Earth

William Daughton stared painfully as the Jumpsuit rose out of its storage locker, behind him stood a slightly irritated Commissioner Jack Baldwin.

"Remove the power core," Baldwin ordered in his usual raspy voice. Will's look went from the Commissioner to the Jumpsuit. This was the Jumpsuit that cleared Gage's name when he was framed by Michelle. To remove the core just seemed… wrong, somehow.

"But sir," Will protest.

"You have your orders, Daughton!" Baldwin snapped. The young technician started to remove the core from the Jumpsuit.

"Hold it, Will!" A voice called out. William and Baldwin looked up to see Gage Blackwood running up to them.

"Agent Blackwood," Commissioner Baldwin acknowledged. He looked from Will to Gage. "The decree was just handed down from the Earth's World Senate."

"We can't just shut everything down!" Gage argued. "This is insanity; we have a responsibility to safeguard history, Commissioner."

"The responsibility has been revoked," Baldwin returned. "All time travel operations have been suspended. Gage, this comes from higher-up."

"What about Agent 3? She's still out there hiding in the stream and we already know what she's capable of! We can't shut down TSA with her at large!"

"The Agent 3 case has been closed. There's no evidence she survived, we scoured the time stream for a month and turned up nothing. She's gone, Gage!"

"She knows exactly how we coordinate pursuit missions! With her training she could easily be avoiding detection, we're making a tragic mistake, Jack!" Will's eyes widened. Whenever Gage called Commissioner Baldwin by his first name, that meant the Agent meant business.

"I have orders to deliver all Jumpsuit cores to the World Senate. I will appeal there and fight this with all my influence! Until this is settled, I need you to uphold the suspension and take command of the TSA. Can I count on you Gage?"

"Yes, sir," Gage said seething. As Gage left to go to the Command Room, he took a gazing look at the only Jumpsuit locker that was open: the one belonging to Michelle Visard, Agent 3. In red letters sandwiching her name and picture on the identification screen were the words "Restricted" and "Fugitive Alert."


Date: Same
Place: Vega Thalon Prison Colony; Titan, Saturn's moon.

A Chaplain sat by a bed in the hospital wing of the prison colony. There, literally on his death bed, laid Dr. Elliott Sinclair.

Sinclair opened his weary eyes and saw the worried look on the priest's face.

"Thomas?"

"Elliott, your fears have been confirmed, the Qou'Thalas have return!"

"No! I… should have told him more… when he came… now my people… my planet… are in terrible danger. Old Friend, I need you to do something for me." Reverend Thomas leaned over and Sinclair whispered something into his ear. Just as Sinclair finished speaking, he collapsed and his lifeline went flat.

The Chaplain closed Sinclair's eyes. "Good-bye, Old Friend, may you find peace at last."


Date: Same
Place: TSA; Appalachian Mountains, Earth

Gage's eyes blurred as he continued staring at the view screen, watching his last communication with Arthur for the twentieth time.

"There's one thing I didn't tell you, Gage."

"What?"

"You're going to have to do the rest without me." With a sad chuckle, he said, "I'm the virus."

"Arthur, you can't!"

"Thanks for the adventure I'll see you on the other side." The recording showed violent energies filling the missile silo and engulfed Agent 3. Agent 3 turned to the camera and asked, "What did you do… WHAT DID YOU DO?" Gage stopped the recording as the energies still outlined Agent 3's figure and started to rewind it back to the beginning.

Will walked in and saw Gage was at the same place he has been for the past two hours. "What are you still doing here, Gage?"

"I was hoping to jog some memories of this. It's strange; I don't remember anything about Arthur."

"That's not strange at all, you were mind-wiped. Those synapses, those memories are gone. Those events had to be selectively erased to prevent a temporal distortion wave."

"I know I shouldn't remember him, but… I feel an absence I can't explain. When Agent 3 captured me, Arthur sacrificed himself to save my life. From these recordings, I can see that we endured a lot together. I can't… recall a single moment."

Will empathized the loss with his friend. As Gage started to replay the tape of his final moments with Author, Will noticed a breaking news report on one of the news channels. "Gage, you should take a look at this." Will brought up INN as Mark Johnson, the head anchor, started his report.

"Doctor Elliott Sinclair, the father of time travel, has died at Vega Thalon Prison. It was only ten years ago today that his plot to assassinate the Cyrollan delegate during Earth's induction into the Symbiotry was thwarted by the heroics of Gage Blackwood, Agent 5, of the Temporal Security Agency. Sinclair will be remembered as both the greatest scientist of all time and as the greatest threat to Earth's history…" Gage recalled the moment he captured the xenophobic scientist. At the time, he was ready to shoot the Cyrollan ambassador and blow up everyone. Gage thought back to those days when he was young, almost reckless. In a way, he almost regretted what he did to Dr. Sinclair, using his own technology to stop his crimes and bring him to justice.

Will went over to the main view screen and ran his hand along the cool metal surface, savoring its feel one last time.

Or so he thought.

Suddenly an alarm erupted as the TSA computer announced, "Warning, a temporal rip has been detected!"

"Not now," Gage complained as he joined Will at the main control panel.

"I've pin pointed the rip, origin is the Mediterranean at 1262 B.C. It's caused a… Gage, there's a temporal distortion wave heading towards the present and it's amplifying exponentially!"

Gage clenched his fists. "Agent 3, she finally made her move now that TSA is completely crippled! Will, you have to install a new core for my suit."

"Commissioner Baldwin took all the cores and we don't have time to construct a new one."

"There must be something we can do! What about reactivating the Pegasus Device?"

"That old time machine, not a chance, it's been shelved for years. Gage, we're suspended, we don't have too many options."

"Forget the suspension, Will, that wave will rewrite history if we don't stop it." Will looked away from Gage's piercing glance like he was pondering something. Gage immediately realized, "You're hiding something from me. Damn it, Will! Tell me how to go back while there's still time!"

"There's one… very dangerous possibility. Follow me." Will led Gage into his workshop where a metal tube was at the center. "I'm not supposed to show this to anyone, not even to you, but under the circumstances, here it is." Will pressed a button on a remote and the tube parted. "The Chameleon Jumpsuit." The Jumpsuit that was revealed was vastly different from the original Jumpsuits. It didn't have the bulky spacesuit feel, but rather it was slim, more like armor. It was, as the name suggested, a greenish color. The helmet had no visor, just a small camera lens on the side of the helmet.

"How long have you been keeping this a secret from me?" Gage asked.

"I began working on the prototype about a year ago." That meant that he was working on it even before Michelle framed him. "It utilizes holographic technology allowing the wearer to assume any virtual disguise in its database. It was intended for your Deep Time Research Unit."

"Has someone performed a stream dive with it?"

"You'll be the first, but I suppose that's nothing new. Gage, if you go through with this, Commissioner Baldwin may never grant you another command again or worse…"

"I've got to do this, Will. It's my duty to preserve history, to hell with orders. If Baldwin doesn't like it, then I guess I'll be cell mates with Agent 3 when I get back."

Will was still unconvinced. Was Gage really doing this to preserve history, or was it to get revenge on Agent 3 for capturing him? Or was it something else all together?

Gage sensed Will's doubt. "When I became a TSA Agent, I made a vow to preserve the sanctity and flow of history. I may be disobeying Baldwin's orders, but if it protects history, then so be it." He gave his friend a lop-sided smile. "Besides, it's not like it'll be the first time."

Will sighed. "All right, here it goes." Will pressed another button on his remote and the Chameleon Jumpsuit disappeared and reappeared with Gage in it. The monitor clicked on and Gage could see Will. "Gage, can you hear me?"

"Yeah, audio and visuals are working fine."

"Good, unfortunately there's no time to perform a full diagnostic on the Chameleon System, but you should have the coordinates stored in your Jumpsuit's memory bank. Most of the commands are voice-activated and temporal jump is initiated by the coordinates and the activation code 'time jump.'"

"Hopefully, I won't need to use the Chameleon System just yet."

William let out a sigh for the umpteenth time. "That's all I can do for you, Gage, the rest is up to you. Good luck, buddy."

"Thanks, Will. Computer, set coordinates for the Mediterranean Sea, 1262 B.C., Time Jump." Gage disappeared in a flash of blue light, different from the purple distortion waves of the old Jumpsuits.


Date: October 6, 1262 B.C.
Place: Island in the Mediterranean Sea

Gage materialized on a piece of driftwood near shore. Taking a look around, Gage saw that the sky seemed light and ark at the same time. There were no signs of life. A damaged windmill lurked in the distance. Gage saw an overturned boat in the middle of the water.

What happened here, Gage wondered. Gage stepped onto the shore and up a short hill. As he crossed a path in front of the windmill, he bumped into something.

Something that wasn't there.

"What the…" A Jumpsuit decloaked in front of him. The number on the helmet was '3'.

"Agent 3, you're under arrest for eluding arrest, historical sabotage, and framing," Gage said. Nothing answered back. Gage lifted the arm of the suit but couldn't feel anything inside. He pressed the button on the glove and opened the visor.

There was nobody inside. "It's empty," Gage realized.

A new voice startled Gage, "Gage, remember the smooth sultry voice?"

"What was that?"

"It's me, Arthur!"

"Huh?"

"The Robin to your Batman, the Jekyll to your… Heckle the… thing… to your… thing." Gage reflexively took a step back. "Why the long face, you remember me, right, dimples!" Gage was speechless. "Hmmm… from your blank stare, I can see that you don't, oh well, I'm not hurt. But if you don't mind, I think I'll transfer into your suit and make myself at home. Oh, by the way, I have a message from your girlfriend."

"Huh, who?"

"You know, Miss Joy."

"Agent 3?"

"Bingo, boyo, she left it for whoever found the suit." Gage watched as the Translator Biochip in the lower-right corner of his view became a little head, which then disappeared to form the image of a woman with cropped blonde hair and blue eyes. No doubt about it, it was definitely Michelle Visard, Agent 3.

"I am Michelle Visard, also known as Agent 3. If you are receiving this message, it means that the TSA has spotted the distortion wave and have sent you back to stop it. My Jumpsuit's the cause of the distortion wave. Once Arthur sends it to the TSA, the crisis will be over. I know everyone thinks I'm a traitor, and I know I can't change that, but I have discovered something so incredible that I'm willing to turn myself in. But I can't risk being imprisoned before my discovery is investigated. So, you will follow my trail and see what I've seen. I have hidden three pieces of a time code that will lead you right to me. The first code piece is hidden in this environment, not far from here. Arthur has the coordinates for the other two. You'll soon realize why I placed them where I did. In two of the environments you will need to go to the highest vantage point, but in the other go to the lowest. I implore you, keep your eyes and your mind open, and remember that your first duty is to history." Gage almost recoiled; to be lectured about duty by a rogue was probably the worse type of insult an agent could get.

"Gage, I've got good news and I've got bad news," Arthur said. "The good news is I know why you don't know me, the bad news is you were mind wiped." As Arthur explained, the Jumpsuit's visor closed and the Jumpsuit disappeared, heading back to the TSA. "Two months ago, you jumped back nine years to get your past self to help save your neck in the future. You discovered me on an abandoned space station and saved me by letting me download a copy of myself onto a blank Biochip. Together, we traveled through four time zones to stop Agent 3's plot to frame you. When she captured us, I turned myself into a virus and infected her Jumpsuit sending us both into the time stream. We pretty much been hopping around the space time continuum ever since. Once your name was clear, the TSA sent the past you back to your own time with no memory of the adventure so you don't remember me. But we're back now and together we'll find Agent 3 and bring her back alive! This'll be more exciting than a pair of pants full of geckos!"

"What?"

"Never mind, let's get to it! By the way, I took the liberty of moving into the Translator Biochip so I'll be your universal translator now. The new coordinates are already in your jump menu. Lead on, Gage."

"Okay, Arthur, what can you tell me about this island?"

"Not much, I'm afraid. According to history, this uncharted island never existed. However, we are relatively close to Thera, an island that erupted in a huge volcanic eruption a few hundred years ago. The crater that was left became the island of San Terrine."

"Elaborate," Gage requested.

"The destruction of Thera had far-reaching consequences. From about 1950 to 1450 B.C., volcanic ash from 70 miles away covered Crete while tidal waves flooded the island cities wiping out the great Minoan nation. It was later proposed by archaeologists that the lost continent of Atlantis could've shared the same fate."

"Arthur, you don't think this is Atlantis, do you?"

"I doubt it, we're nearly a century from when history recorded Atlantis' end, but then again, nobody has ever really been able to locate Atlantis so that's up in the air." Gage walked past the windmill and down a flight of steps. From there, he jumped across a set of stones and up to a black concrete platform.

"Looks like we won't be able to get anywhere here," Gage commented.

"Gage, eleven o'clock!" Gage looked slightly to his left and saw a little boat heading away from the island.

"That derelict boat seems to be in a hurry to leave the island," Gage commented.

"Derelict my eye, there's someone on that boat," Arthur pointed out.

"Incredible! Computer, activate telescanners!" The telescanners zoomed in on a man in the boat. He looked familiar; the man had short dark hair that showed signs of balding, blue eyes, and a moustache. The man turned and stared back at the island with a depressed look.

"He looks familiar. Call me time-space happy, but I swear that's Dr. Elliott Sinclair, the scientist who invented time travel, the guy you put away for ten to twenty at Vega Thalon. He could be Sinclair's distant cousin, and you know what that means, baldness is hereditary."

"Computer, record image of the man on the boat and compare it with most recent picture of Elliott Sinclair with match probability."

The probability came out to 97 with a 3 margin of error.

"Perhaps Sinclair came here as part of some early time traveling experiments," Gage said but didn't really believe it. He exited the telescanners and looked around on the ground. He noticed a rope ladder laying on his left. He picked it up. "If we're going to get to the highest vantage point, we're going to need something to get us to the top." He placed the rope ladder in his Jumpsuit's temporal pocket. He then retraced his steps to the windmill. "Arthur, take a look at this," Gage said. "This building wasn't dilapidated from natural erosion."

"Yeah, I would say that it looks freshly smashed."

"But who would have it in for a windmill?"

"Don Quixote?"

"Very funny." Gage entered the windmill. The central shaft was the only thing that still looked intact. The steps have broken to the point where even jumping seemed out of the question. "If we could get to the roof, we could have a decent view of this entire island. But I don't see any way to get up other than those broken stairs."

"Hmmm… maybe if I throw your legs over that bottom step and climb up your spine… God, I wish I had a body."

"I have a better idea," Gage said removing the rope ladder from his temporal pocket. He threw it over the step and climbed up onto the stair case. No sooner had he done that then the step the rope was lassoed around broke off and Gage's only way up fell to the ground.

"Oops, clean up, aisle two," Arthur cracked.

"Looks like there's no way to go but up," Gage said as he climbed the staircase that encircled what was left of the windmill. Half way up; he stopped and looked at a group of shafts at the center. "Arthur, what can you tell me about this?"

"The technology that drives this windmill is at least two centuries before its time. From what I can tell, power generated by the central shaft gets transferred to that diagonal shaft leading me to believe that this windmill is actually a wind pump designed to move water. Why, I don't know."

Gage climbed the stairs and came to a trap door above him. Gage opened it up and climbed through. Gears were strewn about all over the place. There were two holes, one looked like a doorway and the other was simply a gaping hole that stretched all the way down to ground level. This looks like it was some sort of control room for the windmill, Gage thought. "The time code isn't here, we must need to go higher." Gage looked up and saw another trap door. There was ladder on the ground. Gage picked it up and leaned it against a wooden panel on the wall. He climbed the ladder and through the second trap door onto the roof.

Emerging onto the roof, Gage saw the remains of a city.

"This island hasn't been deserted, it's been attacked," Arthur realized. "Something destroyed the city's sea walls and flooded it."

"This must be what Michelle wanted us to see," Gage figured. "But why did she want us to see it? Did she do this herself?"

"As much as I dislike Agent 3, Gage, I don't think she alone could do this much damage even with her Jumpsuit."

"Then what…" Gage looked down and saw three interlocking circles along with a set of numbers and letters written in dirt. The interlocking circles were the TSA logo. "That must be Michelle's time code. Computer, zoom-in and record the time code." The Chameleon Jumpsuit zoomed in on the dirt and copied it just as the wind swept away the dirt. "Well, that's it, one down and two to go."

"Hey, Gage, look, a solar eclipse." Gage looked up and saw that the sun and the moon were coming into perfect alignment. Suddenly a strange ship hovered across the sky. It was x-shaped with a circle at the center. Although it's a few thousand years early; Gage and Arthur immediately recognized it.

"A Cyrollan ship!" They both cried out. The Cyrollan ship hovered over a building at the center of the island. It fired an energy blast which destroyed it.

As the explosion rushed towards him, Gage called out, "Arthur, get us out of here!" Gage disappeared just as the explosion decimated what was left of the windmill.


Gage landed in a weird anomaly of energy.

"That Cyrollan ship completely leveled that building," Arthur said. "But the Cyrollans are supposed to be the good guys, the founders of the Symbiotry! Why would our allies attack?"

"I don't know, Arthur, but we can't worry about that now, we need to concentrate on finding Agent 3. Check out the time code."

"Right." For a minute, Arthur was silent then he said, "The time code you found is one-third of a temporal coordinate. With the other two pieces, I can triangulate Agent 3's location."

Just then Arthur's head disappeared and was replaced by Agent 3's. "Well, you found one of the codes; I assume I have your interest piqued. Go to the other two environments, there's still much more to see." Gage figured that the message was triggered by the time code.

Gage finally took a look at his surroundings. He was in some weird anomaly. "Arthur, where are we?"

"We're in a Null Time Pocket, Gage. If this place was a verb, it would be regurgitate. Agent 3 and I discovered it when we were first thrown into the time stream. Not a terribly exciting place to honeymoon, but I figured it was safer than where we just were."

"Good call," Gage congratulated. "Computer, pull up coordinates for the other two time zones." Two sets of coordinates appeared on Gage's screen. "Computer, set coordinates for Andes Mountains, 524 A.D. and time jump."

"Oh yeah," Arthur cheered. "Agent 3, here we come!" Gage vanished from the null time pocket.


Main Cast

Gage Blackwood, Agent 5: Jerry Rector

Michelle Visard, Agent 3: Michele Scarabelli

Arthur: Matt Weinhold

Elliott Sinclair: Graham Jarvis

William Daughton: David Fenner

Comm. Jack Baldwin: Daniel Mann

Mark Johnson: Ray Uhler

Chaplain: King Stuart

Cyrollan Commander: Victor Navone

Distress Message: Phil Saunders

Human Oracle Officer: Scott Benefiel.