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"Let's just call it a stalemate and drop the power levels." ZAVAZggg says as he withdraws Fenris.

Also....

Here's that Time Jumper story I'm working on after some edits.

TIME JUMPER

Written by Elijah Thompson.

Chapter One: Silus

Silus stood and cheered with the other fans in the bleachers as the Vanderbilt Commadores scored the fifth touchdown of the night. His attention was not focused on the game however, but on those watching it. More specifically an older man sitting ten feet to his left.

Silus looked at the man as he sat down. The man wasn't watching the game. Instead he was searching through the crowds of fans. "Presumably for other agents from the Protectorate." Silus thought to himself as he sat down. Fortunately the man didn't seem to notice him (most likely due to his disguise which consisted of a Vanderbilt Commadores jersey, blue jeans, socks, and sneakers). Silus looked over at the man again, taking note of his features. He looked similar to the criminal he was hunting....but he wasn't certain.

Silus had to be sure this was his target. He closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and activated his Memetic Interface Implant.

It took a few minutes for his mind to adjust to the internal holographic displays. He ran the Interfaces facial recognition program and compared the mugshot he was given with the mans face.

It was a perfect match.

The man sitting next to him was the notorious fugitive Elias King who had, among other things, stolen a class IV timeship from the Omega Protectorate in an attempt to escape their reach.

Unfortunately for him no one escapes the Protectorate, regardless of how far into the future or past they travel.

Silus got up and began walking towards the restroom, but in a way that allowed him to show the fugitive his Protectorate badge-a golden hourglass emblem hanging on a chain from his belt loop-as he passed by. Normally revealing himself as a Protectorate agent to a wanted criminal would be a stupid thing to do, but Silus didn't have a choice. He couldn't capture Elias out here in the open, there were too many witnesses, too many things that could go wrong....

And Silus knew that mistakes in this line of work were costly. Very costly. The last time agents from the Protectorate had gone after Elias, Albert Einstein had almost been killed. Silus wasn't eager to have a repeat of an event like that. The Protectorate could fix the timeline before a paradox occurred, but that took time. And every moment they spent cleaning up Elias's messes, was time not spent hunting down the man himself.

Silus refocused his attention on the world around him and looked back over his shoulder. He saw Elias leave his seat and walk towards the exit. It was at this point that Silus began following him in a casual way, staying just close enough to keep his target in sight yet far away enough to avoid attracting unnecessary attention.

Silus carefully avoided nearby security personnel as he followed Eilas past the ticket counter, out of the football field, and into the dimly lit parking lot beyond.

Chapter Two: Elias

Elias glanced back over his shoulder at the younger man following him.

"Great." He thought with a scowl. He wasn't sure how many agents the Protectorate had sent after him over the years, but it was getting old.

Really old.

Elias looked at the agent tailing him and then at the darkness ahead of him. If he could just make it a little further he might be able to turn the tables on the agent and escape...

Unfortunately it seemed like the agent had other ideas. Elias let out a curse as he felt a thin metallic wire wrap around his ankles. He bent over and attempted to remove the wire, but his feet were pulled out from under him before he had the chance and he fell, face first, onto the cool asphalt below.

Elias attempted to push himself up off of the ground but was forced back down violently. "Son of a bitch!" He growled as he felt his arms being tied with more of the same wire that was wrapped around his ankles.

"Shut up." The man said as he pulled Elias to his feet. Elias struggled to break free from his captors grasp until he felt a slight pain in his neck. He knew what it was immediately. An injector containing X-33, a chemical toxin designed to induce paralysis and drowsiness in a victim in under ten minutes.

Elias stopped struggling, even if he managed to disrupt the Nanoweave Thread he was currently bound with, he wouldn't be able to fight off the effects of the toxin. Elias felt his eyelids grow heavy as the toxin spread through his system....

Soon the world was submerged in darkness.

Chapter Three: Captured

Darkness. Pure, black, nothingness.

Then a violent shaking.

Then nothing once again.

Then....

Light.

Elias winced as he was momentarily blinded by a bright light shining in his face. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust but when they did Elias realized that he was lying on the smooth featureless floor of a metallic cell.

And he was completely alone.

Carefully shifting into a sitting position, Elias examined the plain metal cell he was trapped in. It had no noticeable doors, windows, or bars of any kind. As a matter of fact, the whole room seemed to be one continuous peice of reflective metal. The only irregularities in the room were small metallic vents (judging from the low hissing sound they made, the vents were most likely responsible for pumping oxygen into the otherwise air tight room) and the light fixture embedded in the ceiling above him.

Other than that, the room was empty.

Elias to find a way out. He slowly got to his feet, fighting off a wave of debilitating nausea as he did so, and walked over to one of the cell walls. He leaned his head against it and began to listen.

Nothing.

He listened harder.

Still nothing.

Sighing in frustration, Elias started to walk away from the wall when, all of a sudden, he heard the faint rhythmic tap of footsteps on metal. He rushed back to the wall and pressed his ear against it. The footsteps grew louder as they came closer to the room he was in.

It was probably the agent that had captured him earlier. Most likely coming back to make sure that his quary was still sedated. Elias also recalled the shaking he'd felt earlier and determined that the agent he had been captured by, was using a Timeship to take him back to the 84th Century.

Back into the Protectorates clutches.

He wasn't about to let that happen.

Thinking fast, Elias returned to his original spot in the cell, sprawled out on the floor, and pretended to be unconscious. His plan was simple. The moment his captor walked in he would rush him and escape.

He heard a hiss and a thud as, what he assumed to be the door to his cell slid into one of the walls. A few seconds later, Elias heard him walk in.

It was now or never.

Elias sprang up and rammed his shoulder into his captors stomach, knocking the wind out of him, before grabbing his head and slamming it into a nearby wall, knocking him out. Elias searched the unconscious agent and took his sidearm and the holochip to the cell he was in before leaving.

Elias stepped out of his cell and found himself standing in a long, well lit, corridor that stretched off to his right and left. Elias used the holochip he was carrying to close and lock the door to his cell before heading towards the command center of the ship.

Elias passed several rooms on his way to the command center, one of which appeared to be a bedroom or living quarter of some kind. He paused a moment at the entryway as curiosity slowly got the better of him and stepped inside. The inside of the room, unlike the rest of the ship, was decorated with what Elias assumed were the personal affects and items of his captor along with a small one person bed, overhead light, small bathroom area, and a polished wooden desk with an inactive holo terminal sitting on top.

He walked over to the terminal and pressed a button on one of the metal legs.