Department of Temporal Investigations: Shield of the Gods
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The stalwart agents of the Department of Temporal Investigations have tracked down many dangerous artifacts, but now they face a greater, more personal challenge: retrieving a time-travel device stolen from their own vault by a rogue agent of the Aegis, a powerful, secretive group that uses its mastery of time to prevent young civilizations from destroying themselves. Blaming the Aegis itself for a tragedy yet to come, this renegade plans to use the stolen artifact to sabotage its efforts in the past, no matter what the cost to the timeline. Now the DTI’s agents must convince the enigmatic Aegis to work alongside them in order to protect history—but they must also wrestle with the potential consequences of their actions, for preserving the past could doom countless lives in the future!
Christopher L. Bennett
Christopher L. Bennett is a lifelong resident of Cincinnati, Ohio, with bachelor’s degrees in physics and history from the University of Cincinnati. He has written such critically acclaimed Star Trek novels as Ex Machina, The Buried Age, the Titan novels Orion’s Hounds and Over a Torrent Sea, the two Department of Temporal Investigations novels Watching the Clock and Forgotten History, and the Enterprise novels Rise of the Federation: A Choice of Futures, Tower of Babel, Uncertain Logic, and Live By the Code, as well as shorter works including stories in the anniversary anthologies Constellations, The Sky’s the Limit, Prophecy and Change, and Distant Shores. Beyond Star Trek, he has penned the novels X Men: Watchers on the Walls and Spider Man: Drowned in Thunder. His original work includes the hard science fiction superhero novel Only Superhuman, as well as several novelettes in Analog and other science fiction magazines.
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Department of Temporal Investigations - Christopher L. Bennett
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Stardate 62250.5
April 2, 2385 (A Tuesday)
Qhembembem Outpost
Agent Teresa Garcia liked to think she’d become fairly seasoned. She may have only been a field agent of the Federation Department of Temporal Investigations for a little under four years—not quite long enough that she could effortlessly call up the exact time interval like many of the veteran agents—but she’d seen enough extraordinary things that she felt little could shock her anymore.
Still, the traders’ bazaar on the Qhembembem Outpost was enough to make her dark eyes widen and her mouth fall open in disbelief as she looked around. It wasn’t just the visual and aural cacophony of the place, the stalls of various exotic designs where traders from numerous species hawked gadgets, jewelry, artworks, and assorted indescribabilia of even more diverse origins than themselves. That by itself would have been stimulating, the sort of rich sensory experience that she delighted in sharing with her partner. Meyo Ranjea’s Deltan sense of wonder toward stimulating experiences of all kinds was infectious, and it made it easier for Garcia to enjoy what was frequently a plodding and thankless profession.
No, what stunned Garcia was the nature of the goods that were being hawked openly before them. Look at all this stuff,
she said to Ranjea. Phasing cloaks. Thought makers. Multiphasic isotopes. Consciousness-transfer devices. Isolytic subspace charges. Practically all of the most dangerous, advanced, illegal technologies I’ve ever heard of.
A perfect place for the aspiring time traveler seeking a constructive path integrator,
Ranjea reminded her. The rest of it is for other authorities to deal with—eventually. For ourselves, we should be grateful to find a supplier so close to home.
Yeah . . . grateful,
Garcia muttered with bitter irony.
The Qhembembem Outpost, occupying a borderline-habitable planet around a pair of red dwarfs barely bright enough to be called stars, had once been a hub of slave trading, drug dealing, and other criminal activities of the sort that thrived in lawless space. It had been shut down more than two centuries ago, once the rise of the Federation had brought peace and order to the sector. But the Qhembembem system happened to fall within the vast dead zone left by the cataclysmic Borg Invasion of 2381, and the small outpost that remained had been obscure enough to be overlooked even by a Borg armada determined to assimilate or eradicate everything in its path. Afterward, with the Federation and its neighbors focused on rebuilding the surviving worlds on the fringes of the dead zone, there had been few resources to spare for policing the great void, and criminals had been quick to take advantage. But the new generation of criminals had brought a more modern twist to Qhembembem, making it a hotbed of trade in dangerous, outlawed technologies on the cutting edge of innovation. Why sell abducted slaves when you could sell machines that would let you enslave any mind you desired or create a subservient clone of anyone you wished? Why sell consciousness-altering drugs when you could sell people the means to alter the physical reality around them? Garcia had never been surrounded by so many dangerous creations at once—except in the Eridian Vault, where the DTI stored the most hazardous temporal artifacts it had confiscated over the decades.
Or had stored, in one particular case. And therein lay the problem that brought Garcia and Ranjea to this place.
Here’s our man,
the Deltan said, gesturing toward a stall positioned before a large, heavy-duty storage container. Garcia noted that the stall was occupied by a lean, aging Ferengi who was currently haggling with a Vendorian over what appeared to be a chroniton field coil. That in itself would have warranted an arrest if the Federation still held enforcement power here. But right now, it was a mere distraction.
Luckily, the agents’ drab gray suits and practiced professional blandness kept them from standing out amid the crowd—even though Deltans almost always attracted attention from nearly every humanoid around them. Perhaps the Ferengi was too distracted by the scent of latinum as he neared the close of his deal. He seemed suitably startled as Ranjea spoke his name. Lant. Still up to your old tricks, I see.
The saggy-featured Ferengi gave a sharp cringe at the sight of them and promptly whipped the field coil behind his back. Agent Ranjea! And the lovely Miss Garcia—even lovelier than before, if such a thing is possible.
She met his reflexive condescension with a hard, silent stare that made him fidget. Ah, yes, this—this isn’t what it looks like, I assure you.
The Vendorian darted away into the crowd, crossed its tentacles, and began to shimmer, though it was lost within the crush of passersby before Garcia could see who or what it had shapeshifted into.
Don’t worry, Lant,
Ranjea said. We’re not here for you this time.
Lant had been on the DTI’s sensors ever since 2376, when he had used an ancient temporal transporter to get rich in Ferenginar’s past. Starfleet had undone his meddling and the device had been destroyed, but Lant had been trying to get back in the time-travel game ever since. If he ever got close to success, something would have to be done about him, but for now he remained in the nuisance
category.
We’re actually here to request your cooperation,
the Deltan went on. We’re pursuing a criminal who’s stolen a dangerous piece of temporal technology. We have reason to believe she needs a constructive path integrator to make it functional. And rumor is that you recently came into possession of such an item.
Lant gave a nervous chuckle. You flatter me, Agent Ranjea. Path integrators are an extremely advanced technology, and exceedingly rare. They require benamite crystals to function, you know, and the supply of those has become even scarcer since the Federation began scooping them up for its slipstream drives. If I did have such a device in inventory, I would be entitled to charge quite a hefty sum.
We don’t want to buy it,
Garcia told him. But the woman we’re after does.
She pulled out her pocket padd and showed him an image of the thief, a gray-skinned humanoid female with long black-and-red hair. Her name is Daiyar. She’s a member of the Tomika, a civilization belonging to the Vomnin Colonial Consortium out in the Gum Nebula.
Ah, yes. Vomnin are quite the connoisseurs of advanced technologies, aren’t they? I imagine she’d be more likely to go to them than come here.
Except that we already have the cooperation of both the Consortium and the Vomnin Confederacy in watching out for Daiyar,
Ranjea said. After all, they’re the ones whose history is most likely to be affected if she should succeed in obtaining a path integrator. As you say, such devices are rare, and the whereabouts of most of them are known. And all the major governments with access to such technologies are aware of the risks should they fall into the hands of a rogue actor. They’ve all taken steps to safeguard against attempted thefts.
Which leaves places like this,
Garcia said, where there’s no one to keep an eye on such things. Easier to buy one than try to steal it.
Lant chuckled. Except she already stole from you, didn’t she?
The agents’ wordless reactions made him laugh harder. Oh, yes, I’ve heard the scuttlebutt. That secret vault of artifacts whose existence you don’t admit to was raided a while back. I’m guessing that ‘dangerous piece of technology’ you’re trying to recover is one you failed to keep safe before. Which means you’re, ah, highly incentivized to ensure my cooperation, aren’t you?
Garcia sighed, cutting to the chase. What do you want, Lant?
Oh, just a little breathing room. Call it benign neglect. You go your way, I go mine.
She stared. We’re trying to stop someone from changing history. You’re asking us to let you do the same?
You wound me, Miss—ah, Agent Garcia. I learned my lesson the last time. Rule of Acquisition Number 248: ‘The definition of insanity is trying the same failed scheme and expecting different results.’ Trying to change history just gets people like you and Starfleet on my tail trying to change it back. There are subtler ways to profit from movement through time.
Such as?
Ranjea asked.
Ah, that’s my trade secret. But it’s nothing you should have to worry about, providing you agree to my little proposal.
I don’t think you get it, Lant,
Garcia said, hardening her tone. "This woman is determined and ruthless, and she has advanced tech at