Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

Oh God, it was all falling apart! Her main screen shorted out - Better than looking into the swirling light of infinity-! - which meant that Officer Sinclaire was blind, as her cruiser tumbled through the Rift! The wail of sirens filled her ears, as sparks flew - the buzz of static almost but not quite blotting out the klaxons, the ship's warnings echoing within the hollow confines. Propulsion - Maneuvering - Communications...Her hands flew across the controls, shutting everything down - the inertia dampeners doing absolutely no good at all, as she was rattled like a die in a cup. Her eyes went so very, very wide, a taut gasp teased from deep within...She could feel her cruiser fighting to rip itself apart at the seams, arcs of lightless energy jagging and flashing, a deep groan of tortured metal so very, very loud as the hull began to buckle- Hold together, she muttered, more a prayer than a command - She'd been on training flights before, but never anything like this! Her stomach lurched, even as she navigated blind, doing all she could to keep her cruiser from flipping end-over-end, from being torn to pieces as waves of chronal energy rippled across the walls. The suspensor fields must have been working, or chronal disassociation would've already taken her to pieces, wiped her from existence... There were a thousand ways to die when time-travel went wrong. None of them good. Sweat glistened on her creamy skin, those luscious tits heaving as she wrenched open the panels beneath the dashboard, throwing the rocker switches one-by-one...Anything to keep the surge of power from frying her systems entirely! A jolt stung her hand, and she snatched it back with a yelp - the wind howling mournfully through the rents that flawed across her cruiser's hell- Wait. Wind. Air. She'd emerged - She'd arrived, wherever this was supposed to be! It was... Her gaze darted down to the flickering monitor, and her stomach did a belly-flop. Oh God, it was almost a thousand years ago...Now only everything could go wrong-! Full power to emergency thrusters! Alexis called, her fists clenching on the control yoke - Hauling it back with everything she had...! And then her ship ploughed into the ground, the thunderous noise of impact flinging the world end-over-end, her belt snatching brutally at her body as her ship buried itself nose-first into unyielding earth. Branches scraped against the hull, the boles of trees splintering as the cruiser smashed through them like a rogue meteor... Something about the crash utterly scrambled Alexis's sense of time. There was a ringing in her ears, as she hung in her harness...Dazed, battered, her limbs moving gingerly - An Ooooffff-!!! wrenched from her lips, as the emergency release kicked in-! The hatch opened with a dull clang as she crawled out, sprawled against the soft earth...Trying to remember how to breathe. It was the ship's computer that stirred her from her reverie - That made her eyes snap open, in distinct alarm. Two years ? she echoed, her lips shaping an 'O' of surprise...A chill racing up her spine. The Chameleon had been here for two years-? Shakily, she swayed to her feet. Her head rang, as if someone had been using it for drum practice...Alexis squeezed her eyes shut, but the guidelines still burned before her-! Ship- she husked, reaching down, dizzy but determined. She couldn't let anyone find the ship. She couldn't afford to change history...No matter what. A deep breath, to clear away the clouds in her mind. Ship - Command code Kappa-Echo-Echo-November-Omega. Initiate temporal maintenance protocol - all discretionary power to cloaking systems, and maintain secrecy until manual override. Voice confirmation Office Alexis Sinclaire, serial number 415792. There. That should keep the locals from discovering it - Though they'd have to think up their own reasons for the trail of destruction. Wincing, she swayed to her feet, her lissome legs carrying her forward...Marveling at how primitive the world around her was. They hadn't even discovered fission technology, yet - That wasn't for a century. She had to wonder how they even lived , at a time like this... -Well, the lovely Officer was going to find out firsthand. Her gaze was drawn to the union suit, as she emerged from the woods...A little hiss of relief thrumming from deep within. Her synthleather apparel would've definitely drawn attention - She was loathe to abandon it, but you had to abide by the guidelines. Otherwise...Where would you be-? She'd draw closer, closer, towards the clotheslines...Looking to get her hands on it. After all...It was better to ask for forgiveness than for permission. A slim eyebrow arched, as her gaze was drawn first to the town, and then to the flickering storm. That didn't look good...At all. The Chameleon - Unless he'd died in the crash! - had definitely gotten here before her...She just had to hope he didn't know she was coming! The taut zipper of Alexis's costume hissed, as she drew it down, down, all the way to her navel...Clothes first, she thought. The rest could come later!