Time Paradox (Time Travel)

By Brian K. Larson

Majors Rachael Henderson and Tom Prescott join together to investigate the mystery. They quickly discover the ship was commissioned in the year 2515. However, carbon dating indicated the ship has been deep beneath the ice for over seven hundred years. Their only chance to unravel the mystery is to awaken the crew that is in a cryogenic sleep state.

Join Jonas Arnell, Tipper Montgomery, and the rest of the crew for this mind bending, paradoxical, time travel adventure.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Brian K. Larson
• Release date: Feb 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370690374

Brian K. Larson

Brian was born and raised in Seattle in 1959. He grew up in the town of Mount Lake Terrace, a small suburb north of the city. Brian, being the youngest, had two siblings, his eldest brother, Mike and sister, Pam. School was challenging, as Brian suffers with Dyslexia, a learning disability that affects 1 in 15 Americans. That didn’t stop Brian. He was named "bookworm" in school because he always had his nose in a book.Brian received his MBA in 2010 in Business, now writes for fun, living his lifelong dream of writing science fiction books. He enjoys his off time, with his seventh grade sweetheart, Diana Rose now for going on sixteen years. She has been by his side and continues to supports his writing. Brian says that without her encouragement, his dream would never have become a reality. They now live in Marysville, Washington, and enjoy three wonderful kids and eight grandchildren. They range from newborn to thirteen, and he says they are so special and great to have around.It is Brian’s hope that through his writing he will fill hearts with joy to readers all over the world, sparking their imaginations.

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T I M E

Paradox

(Vol. 3)

By Brian K. Larson

Time Paradox

Brian K. Larson

Published by Slipstream Publishing

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Copyright © 2017 Brian K. Larson

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any way by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the author except as provided by USA copyright law.

This is a work of fiction, all the characters and events in this novel that appear similar to persons living or dead are unintentional and are completely coincidental.

Dedication

~ To faithful fans ~

Without you, I would not be sparking imaginations.

That is all...

Author, Brian K. Larson

Contents

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

Fifteen

Sixteen

Seventeen

Eighteen

Nineteen

Twenty

Twenty-One

Epilogue

More Works

One

The only way we know time exists, is from our own perceptions. Time is our greatest treasure, and we only have so much allotted. Time has become our ruler over our lives; a foe we cannot combat or fight. Yet, we continue to wage battles at defeating time and its effects. These skirmishes with time are to no avail, as time will always win its battle.

If you could travel back in time, where would you go? When would you visit? What would you change? Think carefully, for even the smallest changes will cause unknown ripples in how things become.

Author,

Brian K. Larson

Earth

Present Day

Antarctica

The Bell helicopter batted at the wind with its four blades. Carrying two high ranking Government officials from the United States, they flew low to the ice-covered ground.

How much further to the site? General Patterson asked.

We’re ten minutes out, Sir, the pilot, Captain Randal Price, reported. The wiry man guided the chopper across the ice and snow laden backdrop with precision and ease.

You say this is the place where Lieutenant Colonel Worsley bought it? Major Rachel Henderson asked.

General Patterson turned to the young Major, who wore her jet-black hair back in a ponytail, answered, No, not the place he died, but that’s the place he rested. On day seventy and seventy-one of his attempt at crossing the Antarctica solo, he suffered from exhaustion and severe dehydration. Eventually he radioed for help and was airlifted to Punta Arenas, Chile. He was diagnosed with bacterial peritonitis. On January twenty-fourth of this year, he died of organ failure in a Chilean hospital.

He was attempting the first ever crossing, you say?

Yeah, the General answered, Worsley's intention was to follow in the spirit of his hero, Shackleton.

Shackleton, Sir?

"Yes, Major, you better brush up on your history. Sir Ernest Henry Shackleton was an explorer who in 1901 joined an expedition to the Antarctic. Devoted to creating a legacy, he led the Trans-Antarctic Expedition. Disaster struck when his ship, the Endurance, was crushed by ice. Worsley wanted to follow in Shackleton’s footsteps."

Too bad he didn’t make it, Sir.

Well, if it wasn’t for Worsley’s attempted expedition, we wouldn’t have found what we did out here.

Right, Sir, Major Henderson nodded, How long do we think it’s been here, Sir?

Colonel Dorsey estimates it’s been down there for hundreds of years.

So, it was Worsley’s illness that caused us to discover it. Do they think it had anything to do with his body shutting down?

That’s purely speculation at this point, the General answered, No one else has contracted any sickness. The doctors think it was genuine exhaustion and his body just couldn’t take the stresses of the weather.

Excuse me, Sir, Captain Price said over their headsets, I think you said it was bacterial peritonitis.

The General raised his eyebrows, Yes, that’s what they say, but it could have been something from what’s down there.

...and that’s why we’re being called out here, Sir? Major Henderson asked.

Yes, besides the fact, this is likely the most important archeological find in history.

We’re coming up on the landing pad in one minute. Buckle down, gentlemen, Captain Price warned, These landings can be pretty rough in this wind!

General Patterson synched his straps tight and gave the pilot an okay, Take us down, Captain!

The chopper rode the wind as the pilot turned and then finally hovered over the landing platform. Several men outside the perimeter were ready with tie downs. The chopper lowered and set down on the center of the pad. Captain Price shut his engines down and turned off the helicopter’s electronics.

General Patterson patted the Captain on the shoulder and then unbuckled his harness, You made that look easy.

Thank you, Sir. Lots of practice.

Bundle up it’s cold out there, Major Henderson nodded, pulling her parka hood over her head.

What is the current temperature out there right now? General Patterson asked.

It’s minus sixty today, Sir, Captain Price smiled.

Ah, a bit balmy today, eh’?

Yes, Sir, a regular heat wave. Come on, Sirs, It’s about a hundred yards to the shack. These men will secure our chopper. More bad weather is expected tonight.

General Patterson popped the door open, the wind catching him off guard, pulled the door from his hand.

Sorry about that, Price. I’ll buy you a new door when we get back.

The men hopped out of the chopper and set their feet firm on the ice-covered landing pad.

Blocking the wind with their arms, the men made their way to the site’s upper building.

Entering the make-shift shack, the men struggled to pull the door closed. Finally, the wind relented and the men closed the door with a clunk.

There! Major Henderson smiled, taking her parka hood from her head.

It’s a lot nicer inside, Captain Price added.

Major Henderson walked over to a hatch and rotated the wheel on the top. She tugged on the lid, pulling it open exposed a ladder descending down into darkness.

A click of a light switch revealed the ladder descended more than a hundred feet.

No elevator? Major Henderson protested.

Nope, sorry, Major, General Patterson answered. We climb.

Colonel Dorsey and Major Prescott are waiting below at the site.

Major Henderson began her decent, followed by Captain Price and finally, the General, who reached for the lid and pulled it shut on his way down.

Reaching the bottom of the ladder, Major Henderson stepped aside, allowing her two companions to exit the cylinder they descended.

The dimly lit room echoed the hollow sound of the lower door being opened. The flood of light caused the three to squint as a man stood at the doorway.

Colonel Dorsey, I presume, the General surmised.

Colonel Dorsey stepped aside allowing the three to enter the lower station. Bringing his hand to a salute, General Patterson.

The two shook hands after the General returned his salute, Yes. Colonel, this is Major Rachel Henderson; special extraterrestrial intelligence, and Captain Randal Price, our pilot.

Major Henderson and Captain Price saluted the Colonel.

At ease, Colonel Dorsey said, with his chiseled chin shining in the bright lights.

I’m sorry, Captain Price, but this will be as far as you can go.

Captain Price held his hands out, I understand, Sir; no clearance to see what it is down here.

Glad you understand, Colonel Dorsey nodded, It’s better we find out what it is we’re really dealing with here.

So, we’re really not clear about it, then, Major Henderson inquired. Is it extraterrestrial or...

Colonel Dorsey shot Henderson a glare, quickly interrupting her, That’s enough, Major. Captain Price’s clearance.

Sorry, Sir, but he already knows what division I’m from. I’m sure it’s not much of a stretch for the Captain to figure out what it is we’re here for.

Just the same, Major, I would appreciate your discretion.

Yes, Sir.

Major Prescott will take us to the excavation. It’s not far from here, Colonel Dorsey motioned with his hand.

No time like the present, Major Henderson smiled.

Glad to see your enthusiasm, Major.

Thank you, Colonel, this is a chance in a lifetime in my field.

Quite possibly, you will make it into the history books, Colonel Dorsey added.

The door at the end of the corridor opened, revealing several workers busy with their tasks, and another man standing at the door.

General Patterson, the man saluted, Good to see you again, Sir.

The General returned a lazy salute and extended his hand to shake, Major Prescott. Let’s get to it, shall we?

Right this way, Major Prescott motioned.

The group entered the snow and ice covered excavation to a metallic curved wall that appeared to be a hatch to a space ship.

Here she is, General... Major...

The two looked at the site. Major Henderson grew a wide smile, Wow, this is so amazing. Can I touch it?

Yes, Major, of course, Major Prescott answered.

You say this has been down here, under the ice for several hundred years?

That’s right, Major, Prescott answered. And I am very excited to have you here on our team when we crack it open.

You mean to tell me, you’ve not even been inside yet?

We wanted to save it for the expert in the field.

Rachel blushed, Gosh, Major Prescott, I have to say I’m honored.

Major Prescott smiled as he watched Rachel run her hand across the smooth metal surface, It’s got such a strange feel to it. It’s like metal I’ve never seen before... fascinating!

You think it’s origins are extraterrestrial, Major? General Patterson asked.

I don’t think so, General. Pointing to a panel, Have you tried to dig the ice off of this? It appears to be an inscription written here.

We have only finished excavation around the hatch. Be my guest, Major.

She reached into her pocket for a knife and opened it. Scraping the blade on the ice, she chipped at the ice-covered writing.

Rubbing the ice dust with her hand she gasped, I don’t believe this!

What is it, Major? Prescott asked.

"It reads...A-e-v-u-s... Aevus..."

"That means time in Latin, doesn’t it," Major Prescott asked.

Yes, that’s what it means alright, Major Henderson answered.

Two

FTL Year:

2518/10/12 - 13:42:16

Gliese 667

The Aevus

Three... two... one... Target in range!

Bo shrugged as Jonas gave the fire order. Pressing the firing sequence three missiles rocketed from the hull of their ship.

Hold on, changing course, now! Jonas turned the ship from their present heading and flew into a low orbit and away from the impending detonation.

The missiles impacted on the second Aevus, sending a massive debris field out in all directions.

"Tip, track that other Aevus and tell me when they fire breaking thrusters."

I’m on it, Skipper, but so far, they haven’t fired any reverse thrusters... nothing at all!

They’re not going to either, Bo added.

What do you mean, they’re not going to either? Jonas asked. What did you do, Bo?

Who me?

Yes, you!

I kind of created an insurance policy.

Ah, Bo! You didn’t!

I did. But it worked, they’re not slowing down. I went over and reset our cryo-chambers, loaded the return NAV course and came back. If I’m right, as soon as they slingshot around Gliese, we should vanish.

You did what? Pippen protested.

Sorry, my lil’ Pipsqueak. I had to do this.

Well, it’s too late to change what he did now, Jonas shrugged.

We own a time machine, Jonas, Tipper reminded, We can fix this!

Hali broke into the conversation, I am sorry; however, Bo is correct in what he is telling you. There will not be enough time to fix this. I am already receiving time telemetry changes in our database. The news is not good in that I will soon not have the programming changes to interact with you, nor will I remember you ever being here.

How’s that possible? I thought the time chamber knew of all the timeline changes.

Bo has created a time paradox. You were here to go back in time, but you never found the time chamber to go back in time. One timeline will rule over the other and you will soon cease to exist.

Jonas shot a glance over to Bo, What have you done!

"It was the only way, Skipper. I’m sorry, but Hali did agree that it was the