JUMPERS

Kepic

Your friendly neighbourhood Alien Abductor
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-- T I M E - J U M P E R S --

The year: 2172 AD. A terrible genetic virus decimates the male population of Earth and the few established habitat stations in orbit. By 2230 AD, no man is left alive. Although a cure was eventually found, it was too late.

But mankind, or at least, womankind, will continue. While genetic cloning technology proved unreliable, advances in temporal physics have made time travel now viable. In 2242 AD, The Temporal Jump Project is begun - select women will travel back in time, to find suitable mates, returning to the future again to have their children, allowing procreation to endure. These Temporal Agents, more commonly known as 'Jumpers', are the best hope for the survival of the human race.

An explosion caused by temporal terrorists (or tee-tee's) some time in the past has caused a temporal distortion wave to begin to alter the timeline. An attempt to prevent the explosion cannot be made - the time gate the terrorist's used was sabotaged afterwards and with it the precise spatial co-ordinates necessary to send a team back to stop them.

But there may yet be a way to salvage something from the damage.

A few Jumper's are sent back to extract male's whose existence in the timeline will be completely wiped out by the temporal wave - select men who would not be missed from the new timeline, according to the calculations on the descendants of those the tee-tee's had killed in the explosion. Males who could advance the Procreation Program by decades.

But what surprises will the new timeline hold when the Jumper's return with their prizes?

* * *

"Good luck" said Doctor Helena Venbright, shaking the hand of the next Jumper about to go through the Timegate. That was the third. How many would they be able to send back before the temporal wave hit 'her' present? She looked at her watch, the digital display glowing beneath the skin of her left hand. They had calculated when it would overtake them in this present to the last second. Eight minutes, thirty-two seconds left. Two, maybe three more Jumpers would be able to pass through.

Then everything would change... and she herself would be gone. It was one of her ancestor's the terrorists had targetted, but he wasn't the only one who had died in that explosion. Dr Venbright shivered. If it wasn't for the agent that was placed in the tee-tee's organisation... the Temporal Jump Project Agency wouldn't have even been able to try and salvage anything from this catastrophe.

Another Jumper passed through the gate, with her blessings.

She had done so much good work, and now it was as if for nothing. She remembered how she had turned many bright young women to the cause of the Temporal Jump Project with her speeches throughout her years. Now the tee-tee's were changing the fabric of history again, and this time they could not prevent it, merely hope to stem some of the damage done with these temporal extractions.
While out of the timeline, travelling between two points in time, a Jumper would be uneffected by the temporal wave that was sweeping forwards in history. So too would those targets the Jumper's had been sent back to collect.

The idea was that they would extract the selected males, before the temporal wave hit the point in the timeline where they were being taken from, and then return to the future, the wave overtaking them on the way. At least, that was the theory. A temporal wave of this proportion was unrecorded - and its effects had not been as precisely predicted as the wave's progress through history. The Jumpers that were being sent back knew the world they would return to would not be the same. They might even have duplicates in the new timeline who followed a completely different life. Or they might have never existed at all...

"Helena?"

Dr Venbright turned to face the next Jumper. She sighed, and shook her hand.

"Good luck Kristia" she said. Kristia had been a long-time friend.

"I'm not going, Helena. You are" she replied.

"I don't have the training, Helena..."

"But you have the knowledge. There isn't a single temporal physicist with your talents" Kristia replied, thrusting a package into Helena's hands, "your loss to the Temporal Jump Project will be too damaging..."

Dr Venbright looked at the package. A standard Temporal Agent's field kit, containing a number of high-tech devices. Many of which she had helped design, or even provided the concept for.

"But..."

"No but's, Helena. This has already been cleared with the Director. She signed the Temporal Jump permit herself..."

Dr Venbright looked round to the control room. Kristia was already walking away again. She saw the Director give a nod, and the technicians at the control consoles working fervently. The temporal gate crackled with energy as it opened once again, casting its ruddy green glow across the chamber.

"Go..." said Kristia, "we're almost out of time... there's a holopad in there too with the targets data... good luck Helena!"

Dr Venbright glanced at her left hand again. Twelve seconds... eleven... ten...

She gave Kristia a wave, and jumped through the gate... knowing if they ever met again, Kristia would be a stranger.
 
ooc: this is really clever Kepic, too clever for me to follow even! Laugh, but true. I don't think I can join another thread now but I will watch this ok? Reminds me of an old movie I liked called Millenium? plane crashes and time travel. Good luck sir.
 
OOC: Why thank you Kathy. Well, this doesn't seem to have attracted much attention, at present. Oh well, plenty of other threads going on that I'm involved with already anyway... I don't need another just yet, I suppose. By the way, if you're still interested in the Mirror thread, then you can join in now. Your character and Hope have just entered a bar. 'I'm' still in spirit form, following the two of you.
 
Kepic, honey, this is a wonderful story. But I wonder if this story might get more response on the ORP board--you'd have to keep it pretty PG13-ish, but I've a feeling they'd eat it up...
 
Hey Kepic for the good of the human race I think I as a full blooded male have to protect the future so count me in haha. Yeah right screw mankind get me laid lol
 
Roger Banks (Target Number 5)

I sighed, pulling the car up to the kerb. That had been the last straw. Jamie could stick that job up his ass. No way was I going to take that kind of stick any more.

So, guess I was going to have to sign on tommorrow, and start job searching again.

As I climbed out of the car, and closed the door, a womans voice asked me-

"Are you Roger Banks?"

I turned to see an attractive young woman, looking at me.

"Could be... who wants to know?" I replied.

* * *

OOC: OK, each 'Jumper' gets about an hour in the timeline they arrived in before the Temporal Wave hits that point in time, and they have to extract their targets. Each target comes from a different period in history - from about 1700 onwards - so be creative with characters guys. Each Jumper has in her equipment a polymorphic suit, which can transform itself into desired clothing, suitable for the timeframe they are in. Equipment case contains list of targets probable locations (places of work, family addresses etc.), a holographic representation of them, for aiding identification, and other useful items for the task the Jumpers have been assigned (a powerful aphrodisiac spray/attractant, a small pistol-like weapon designed to induce a temporary state of paralysis, and a Temporal Jump belt, for returning to the future (or at least to the new future).
 
Roger Banks

"Huh? HG Wells?" I replied, "what are you talking about? What's my work gotta do with that author?"

He was the guy who wrote the Time Machine or something, wasn't he? I thought. Never read the book, saw the film a couple of times on television. Whats time travel got to do with working in a strip joint?

I looked at her, and shrugged. Weird. Was she some tart Jamie had sent after me to try and rope me back into the job? With an introduction like that, she certainly didn't seem to be.

"Well, if you're paying for the dinner..." I added, "then yeah, all right, I'll listen to what you've got to say..."
 
Roger (T#5)

We sat down at a table in the steak house nearby, a waiter took our order, and she started talking. My mind wasn't paying her much attention, as it was mostly focused on other matters. When the food arrived, I managed a few bites before I my mind caught up with my stomach. Working a bachelorette party?

Barely avoiding gulping the last piece down the wrong way, I looked up at her. "You serious?" I said, picking up a napkin and wiping my mouth.

"Very" she replied, with a smile.

I regarded her for a few moments, thinking things through. I was used to tending bar, not gyrating my hips for an audience, and even when some women had made rather pointed remarks along those veins on Ladies Night's, I'd put it down to the atmosphere and more than the odd drop of alcohol. But, I was out of work now, and this might at least give my credit rating a decent boost to help tide me over to my next job.

"Well..." I said, and she leant forward, like she was hanging on my every word, her eyes bright. I gave a half-smile, half-shrug, and nodded.

"OK, Neha... depending on when, and how much" I added, picking up my fork again.
 
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