It was all connected: the Slomon K'Hara, Eris, Sirius, War, Sol, enlightment. This was the task at hand, the puzzle that they both had set themselves to put together. This was the reason Dr. Mojo and Gypsie had isolated themselves in a hermitage built at the very heart of the Persephone's Holy Motor. There was meditation, there was training, but more importantly, there was the experiment.
As it is well known in Baffin and among Discordians, Dr. Mojo claimed having been at Sol, and having retrieved various trinkets and relics from the wrecked system. One of this relics was what he called The Original Snub. Twice the normal size of a natural one, the golden apple was supposed to be the very one that Eris herself let roll into a godly wedding in the days of Earth Old. Forgetful about everything, Dr. Mojo hadn't paid attention in the last years to the holy item, but he was reminded of it by the arrival of the Persephone to Baffin. As soon as he lay his hands on the Holy Motor, an old theory returned to his thoughts. What if The Original Snub was a godlike energy source? It certainly didn't behave just as an old piece of solid gold. What if the Gods of Earth Old weren't too different from what in Sirius cabbages call "Nomads"? The doctor had seen nomad power cells, those derelict artifacts that stored so much; he even tried to use some to close a jumphole once, against the advise of the oracles. He knew what they were capable of, his own ship, the Fifth of Discord, was powered by five of them.
The task at hand was simple: the Persephone's Holy Singularity Motor was not complete. It lacked a proper power cell, one at it's full capacity...
So they sunk The Original Snub into the heart of the Holy Motor, and it all started.
The alien engine roared in a woman's voice, golden beams of electricity embraced the motor making it glow in a radiant white light that blinded both Gypsie and Dr. Mojo as they were knocked down by the sheer force of the miracle. Like windows into the future, the light offered them flashing images of a twisted time to be. Before their eyes they saw Malaclypse Freeport destroyed, Doc Holiday stepping down, Ravenhurst dismantled, the Exiles advancing through Rousillion, Sprague and thuosands of refugees, a navigational twist of Libety's fleet towards the west, and an overwhelming power rampaging through the Taus deep into Bretonia: The Gallic Royal Navy.
Doctor! Doctor! Are you ok? Gyp had to give a good slap to the doctor so he could wake up. Where are we Skripto? Wait, I know where we are... but, when are we?! Quickly! Check the Holy Motor's monitor system, divide the number of revolutions shown in the screen by 0.32 after substracting 235, that's how we'll know what day it is. The doctor talked with difficulty, still shocked by the impact. The engine was still glowing and humming in a tantric fashion. The resulting number is twelve, master. Have we been laying here twelve days?! Dr. Mojo leaned his head forward and smiled to Gypsie. We've been here a few minutes only young Pope! The reporter looked relieved for a moment, then the doctor continued. The hot stuff has happened out there Gyp, we've travelled twelve months into the future!
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The shuttle flew the short distance between Shasta and the Persephone while chaos and paranoia broke loose inside the dome. A small docking bay opened and the shuttle landed on it's designated pad. Dr. mojo and Gypsie came out and immediately headed to the engine decks. The Templars that guarded the Doctor's quarters were surprised to see both Popes armed and so anxious. With a quick wave of his hand though, the old man ordered them to hold the corridor and the Templars obeyed hastly.
Mojo rushed into the Holy Motor room and taking some weird tools from a workbench started extracting The Original Snub from the Singularity Drive. As soon as he detached the central transmission axis the yellowish glow that burst from the golden apple started to fade. When he was finished, the light in the room and also outside of the ship had returned to normal. He then put The Original Snub in a goat skin bag and returned to the corridor, where Gyp and the Templars were waiting.
Doctor, it seems that The Order hasn't got enough ships in the system for a full assault on the Persephone, and there has been no boarding operations of Order Commandos either. It seems we still have time to bring the relic to the Fifth of Discord. Said Gypsie.
Excellent, Eris is smiling on us Gyppo. We'll have to change our plans though. I'll board the Fifth of Discord with both Templars, but I need you to go to the bridge here and ask Pope Bretonias to be ready to move the ship. Tell him that we're moving to Omega 52 to save the relic but we should also try secure the Persephone. Bannon and Professor Carlisle must already arrived here too, tell them to contact the Colonial Republic for secure passage through Coronado, and then meet me on board the Fifth of Discord or follow the convoy with their own vessels.
Dr. Mojo then looked out a window for a moment.
The TAZ are on the move. For Eris! For Mal! For Discord!
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