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-[size=6]1.01 Stumbling in the dark[/size] 
-[size=4]In which rocks move, ships crash and buildings are timeless[/​size] 
-[quote]Wandering the abandoned streets of an 18th century London with fixtures and odd buildings of more modern appearance, Jim investigates a noise to discover a 21st century Pennsylvanian on whom it appears a church had fallen. 
-Gathering their wits and wills, they set forth to investigate London and come across a scrap of newspaper and a crashed space ship.[/​quote] 
-The streets of the city are quiet. It's night and the sky lacks stars or any moon. The whole place would be pitch black but for the occasional flickering gas street lamp and the fires in the distance. Thick columns of smoke appear to continue forever up into the night sky, underlit by the fires that started them. 
-There are no nearby signs of life that Jim can detect, except possibly for the sound of movement over thereGǪ 
-Walking past a church of somekind GÇô stone, with columns and a spire, he hears rubble settle. Obviously this is the place he heard the collapse of earlier, even from here with the bad lighting, he can make out that part of the roof has collapsed. 
-There is a heavy thunk of rock and yes, some scrabbling GÇô someone possibly moving in the debris. There is a faint cough heard inside. 
-Jim pauses, considering what to do. He is alone, in a city he does not know well at all, that is supposed to be bustling with life but appears deserted. Whoever or whatever is making the noise could be dangerous, and yetGǪ 
-Unsure if he can even get back to those he came with, Jim decides that the best course of action might be to investigate. Moving as silently as he can he enters the ruined building. 
-Silently, Jim slips passed the entrance doors GÇô previously slightly ajar from subsidance of the roof collapse. 
-Inside the church, through the minuscule light that filters in from the outside he can make out a bent over shape, covered in dust, amongst the rubble near the seats. The shape seems to move slightly, like some kind of living thing. It may be humanoid but he can't tell in this lighting. It doesn'​t appear to be aware of him. 
-A faint groan can be heard coming from it. 
-Jim moves a little closer, until he judges that he is close enough and then, ready to run at the first sign of danger, clears his throat. 
-Are you alright? Do you need help? 
-David, surprised at the sudden voice, quickly looks up to see who it is. And then groans a bit and bends back down as his headache just worsened with the quick movement. Not terribly in the best mood from this headache, he tries to respond to whoever this is now. 
-Hey. Got a headache, not really sure what just happened. One minute I'm in my car leaving for work, and then I'm here. Who's this? 
-Feeling better for having company Jim sidles a little closer. Squinting he looks at David through the settling dust. Jim is non-descript in every way. Average height, average weight, brown hair, bland features, and soft, not overly expressive voice, although it seems to carry with out any problems. 
-A car? One eyebrow raises in question for a moment before he shakes his head. "​Sorry,​ I am known as Jim SmithGǪCan I help you get out of this building? I am not sure it is safe, and there is something strange going on out there?"​ 
-[i]Well this guy seems nice enough. Ok so maybe he hadn't been kidnapped then. Still doesn'​t exactly explain how he got here, but one thing at a time.[/i] 
-I'm David Jennings, nice to meet you. And thanks, just give me something to hold onto. Light is probably not going to agree with this headache for now. You wouldn'​t happen to have any asprin on you would you? 
-Wait, what do you mean strange stuff outside, what exactly has been going on? 
-Jim offers a hand to help this stranger up. There is no one about GÇô the city seems empty. AndGǪ there are huge firesGǪ Everything seemed to fold into itself as wellGǪ I had become lost, and as I was trying to find my way, everything folded and I faintedGǪ I have only just come too." 
-Taking Jim's hand, David slowly gets up to make sure he doesn'​t get himself dizzy. ​ 
-Well that's not exactly helpful. Maybe everyone had to evacuate for something, like an earthquake? Might explain, you know, the rocks everywhere. Not that that makes any sense, since when did Pennsylvania get earthquakes?​ 
-Pennsylvania?​ Jim pauses as he thinks, his frown deepening. He brushes dust off his jeans, and straightens the denim jacket he is wearing. He shakes his head. "This is London. And I don't believe an earthquake caused this. It looks likeGǪ some kind of attack."​ 
-David comes to a complete stop when he hears what Jim just said. 
-Wait wait, go back. Where did you say we were again? I think my headache must be making me hear things, I thought you said we were in London for a moment. 
-Jim nods. I did say we're in London. At least thats where I wasGǪ and it still looked like London when I cam in here." 
-London. As in England, London? As in on the other side of the freaking ocean, London? 
-Jim looks a little startled and takes a step back. He nods. London, England GÇô yes." Ignoring the comment about the ocean, Jim goes back to something else David said. "Also it is night outside, although the stars and moon seem to be missingGǪ"​ Jim shuffles a little further away. "There is something else, but maybe I should show you rather than explain. Follow me." 
-Jim starts heading towards the door, pausing after a few steps to see if David is following. 
-Only half listening to Jim right now, David is paniking a bit in his head. How in blazes did he black out one minute and then suddenly wind up THOUSANDS of miles away, under some rocks in the middle of London, in the middle of a not-really-an-earthquake earthquake? 
-Oh this is just going to be a wonderful"​ day. In the meantime, David notices Jim waiting for him near the door, and follows. He did say something about wanting to show something, and he seems trustworthy enough at least. Might as well see what he's interested in." 
-Jim leads the way outside, and indicates the vista with one arm. 
-The streets of the city are quiet. It's night and the sky lacks stars or any moon. The whole place would be pitch black but for the occasional flickering gas street lamp and the fires in the distance. Thick columns of smoke appear to continue forever up into the night sky, underlit by the fires that started them. 
-I think it is about the 18th Century, he says quietly staring out at the city." 
-What, the building we were just in? Certainly looked like it was an older church like that, I wouldn'​t be surprised. 
-At least it's dark out for now. No stars out tonight, but the smoke and gas lamps are probably helping with that a little bit. Does seem a bit dark though, usually can still see something by now. Jim was just saying something about that, what was it. An attack he said? What sort of attack? Maybe wherever we were going would clear some of that up. 
-Jim looks from the city to the building and back to the city again. It might be best not to upset David further. Being in London seems to have shocked him. 
-Instead Jim points out at the huge columns of smoke. I do not like the look of that." 
-Yeah, that one looks like it might still be burning. Think we should go and see if there'​s anyone over there? 
-Besides, it might be a good way to sightsee a bit while we're here. If he's going to be magically in london anyways, might as well take a look around in the meantime. 
-I suppose GÇô though it feels wrong out here. If we're going that way then we need to be careful. You know, try and stay out of plain site, that kind of thing. 
-How come? It's not like we've run across anyone else lately. What makes you worried now? 
-Actually, now that I think about it, how'd you get around here anyways? Apparently I got knocked out or something, but what about you? 
-I don't know how I got here exactly. I too was unconscious and when I wokeGǪ Jim gestures around. "As for being careful, well, it seems strange here. The smoke looks like an attack to me, and things seem odd. The interior of the church is modern but out here there are gas lamps. There'​s no stars or moon. It's stangeGǪ I just think we need to be careful until we know what's going on." 
-We could just be in the historic district of town. Famous city like this, there'​s bound to be one around somewhere right? Dunno why they'd keep the church modern though, unless that's still used every week. But yeah, I guess if we're going to run into a fire, we might as well be careful while we're at it. Goodness knows we got enough weird stuff going on as it is. Like apparent teleportation for example. 
-In the gutter of the cobble stoned street, near a lamp can be seen a scrap of paper. 
-Well hey, I think I see some newspaper or something over there. Maybe it has something about what's going on here. 
-David walks over to the lamp, and picks up the nearby paper to see what's on it. Let's seeGǪ anything interestingGǪ"​ 
-[quote]See Attachement[/​quote] 
-UmGǪ. Hey Jim? You might want to take a look at this. Especially the date. 
-Jim takes the paper and stares at it, trying to puzzle out the words. It takes him a moment, then he shakes his head. 
-The date can't be right can it? And look at this down here it talks about an invasion. You don't suppose.. He looks up pointedly at the smoke columns."​ 
-So, somehow I came over across the ocean to london, and now we've gone from 2010 toGǪ 17.. is that a 3 or a 5? 1732 or 1752. Oh shoot, america hasn't even been founded yet. That's going to be hard to explain to people. Not to mention I'm pretty sure there was no invasion in england in this time period, at least that I remember from class. 
-So you think the paper is real then? Jim points at a word on the paper."​Then,​ what is a homunculus? It seems they are the ones that the writer thought might invade."​ 
-More like I'm convinced I got into a car accident, went into a coma, and am just imagining all this. We had people over from England the day before all this, and I was watching a lot of science fiction on tv last night, so I'm probably just having some weird combination of the two as a dream. Would explain why I don't remember anything after getting in my car. 
-As for these '​homuculi',​ doesn'​t sound familiar from any sort of sci fi tv. If they are responsible for this, they certainly did make a mess of the place. This paper looks a little old though, I get the feeling this isn't from today'​s newspaper. Which just leaves the question of what day is today really I guess. 
-But I am real. I am not from your imagination. No, whatever is going on here is real. And it seems that various places in time from the same city have been smashed togetherGǪ though that isn't possible of course. 
-Jim glowers around at the dark city as though it has insulted him. 
-So, do you still want to investigate those fires? 
-Sure. I mean, what else are we going to do around here, admire the smoke? Although if we do have theseGǪ. dang it what did that paper call them again? 
-David breaks out the newspaper clipping to find the name again of the aliens. 
-..Homuculi to worry about, we might want to stay out of what little light there is for now. 
-Jim nods his agreement. Right, then. Let's see if we can't find out what's going on." 
-Jim starts to carefully pick his way through the dark streets, heading towards the smoke plumes. 
-In the flickering gas and fire light, what at first appears to be a somewhat modern building broken in two, spewing forth smoke seems to take on a more sinister aspect. 
-The brick frontage of only two walls of the building, surrounded by debris, cover an empty space behind GÇô in which there appears to be a large, lumpy, leaden metal tower at an angle. Its bulbous body has a rent in the side as though it were cut open. Most of the smoke appears to be coming from the hole. 
-Jim pauses in the deeper shadows of a still standing wall as he stares at the '​tower'​. Now that's unexpected."​ 
-Geez louise, what on earth is that? 
-Above the sound of settling debris, all that can be made out is the soft rhythmic sound of cooling metal. 
-You want to try to get in closer, see if we can get a better look at whatever this thing is? Hard to tell what it is really from back here. 
-Jim takes a surreptitious look around checking that they are not being watched, he doesn'​t expect to see anyone GÇô they haven'​t so far. He takes a couple of steps forward. 
-It looks kind of like a crashed craft of some sort, or a large missileGǪ Do we take a look or leave it be? It might tell us a bit more about what's happening here, though it could also be dangerous. 
-Again Jim takes a another step forward, then turns back. Let's take a closer look." 
-With a grin he turns back and slowly, carefully, approached the '​tower'​. 
-We haven'​t seen anyone around here on the way, I'd think if there was going to be anyone around, they'd be patrolling out here as well. I don't see any patrols about. Unless you do, I say it couldn'​t hurt to get a little closer at least. 
-It's bigger than it first appeared GÇô what was at first a cylinder at an angle, now as Jim and David approach closer, appears to be part of a large sphere. Hidden in the smoke and the shadows, ill-lit and covered with what appear to be a grid of squares. 
-It's the size of several houses, and seems to have taken out the surrounding buildings behind the brick fa+ºade that was first seen. As different angles are seen, it can also be made out that some of the smoke comes from what appear to be glowing engines at the back GÇô although they appear to be going out now, the smoke lessening. 
-There don't appear to be any easy ways to reach the rent, and no obvious entrance door GÇô unless it's buried under the rubble. 
-As the ship, for that is plainly what it is, comes into view Jim stops dead in his tracks. Maybe getting closer isn't such a good idea. It doesn'​t look safe, and by the looks of it the inside is likely to be a write off anyway. Maybe we should just get clear of here." 
-He looks around, staring into the darkness about the ship trying to see if there is anyone of thing hidden near by.  
-Half buried in the rubble to one side of the metal wall, there is something that looks like an arm. 
-Jim's gaze catches on the arm. He grabs David'​s arm and gives it a gentle tug. Come on, we should go. Now." 
-David turns to Jim and sees him in a bit of a panic as Jim pulls at his arm. 
-What's wrong, did you see something? David looks around to try to figure out what it is." 
-Nothing appears to be moving, or different from what David has seen so far. 
-It just dangerous for you here. If anything survived the crashGǪ Jim leaves what might happen to David'​s imagination. "Also, something caused this ship to crash. What if that something is something that can investigate,​ and its on its way here now. We should go." 
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-[size=6]1.02 Out of the ship[/size] 
-[size=4]In which strangers carry things and voices are heard[/​size] 
-[quote]A strange and intimidating figure appeared out of the depths of the fallen ship carrying loot. Establishing his identity as Sylar, a fellow arrivee under mysterious circumstances"​ he provides the group so far with a battle report found near the corpse of a Sontarran.[/​quote]"​ 
-The thick metal of the hull of the ship muffles any sound from within. So it only in their peripheral vision while David and Jim stand away from the ship that they notice the smoke from the rent in the hull abruptly decrease. 
-Silhouetted against the hole and the ambient light reflecting of the leaden hull is a tall bulky figure with thin legs. It's mostly black and has a large spherical bulge to one side. There is a hiss of static from it and a deep commanding voice comes from it. It's querulous, in an alien language, and it sounds like it comes from a speaker, rather than a throat. 
-The figure moves and the voice changes - 
-..peat to all Sontaran warriors, regroup at location Sigma 7, Kine out 
-David, move. Now! Jim moves back to the ruined wall and turns to see if David is following. He doesn'​t want to leave David here, doesn'​t want to be alone in this strange place, but neither does her want to deal with the alien in the spaceship."​ 
-The figure waves towards David and Jim, and shouts Hello down there. Do not be alarmed. Can we meet to converse?"​ 
-Jim is tensed up ready to run. He doesn'​t like this situation and where it could leadGǪ he stays quiet, waiting to see how the situation unfolds. 
-Noticing the hesitation of the two in front of him, the humanoid slowly walks towards them, with his hands by his side, spread, to show that they are empty. A sack on his back. 
-The occupants of this vessel were attacked and have all perished. I have found evidence that their killers left the vessel before it crashed. 
-Finally getting a grip on himself after everything that's happened in the space of a couple minutes, David steps back a bit closer to Jim before attempting to talk to the person now in front of them. 
-Who are you exactly, and what is going on here? David cautiously asks the humanoid. "And what was that about a.. Sonotoran warrior, or whatever it was?" 
-My name is Sylar. I am not too sure what is going on, but various races are being attacked. The attack against the Sontaran ship is more of a physical attack than the ones that have been perpetuated against my masters. They may be linked however. 
-HmmGǪ. what have we here? Looks like another Sontaran severed limb. 
-Sylar bends down, pulling an arm out from its partial cover. 
-What do you mean, by your masters? Do you mean these Homunculi that this paper is talking about? What do you know about what's going on here? 
-I was in the middle of delivering a message for my masters when I lost consciousness. I awoke here, in a different time and place. As far as I can tell, this is 18th century London, but judging from the lack of stars, I am unsure of even that. I can see that one of you are not in their home-world either. 
-I know nothing of Homunculi, or much of anything else that is going on here. What of you? 
-Sylar is, at first glance, human. However, now that he has approached David and Jim close enough to make out his features, they can see that he is wearing some sort of mask. The mask is a close resemblence of a human head, as it covers his head entirely. However, Sylar'​s face does not move at all, even when he speaks (when he does, it is with an 18th century English accent). His eye sockets contain no eyeballs GÇô it is just dark, but there is a hint of something behind them. 
-Sylar wears basic, loose, but functional black clothing. He is carrying a sack over his shoulder. 
-The hand of the severed limb that Sylar pulled out from the ground appears to be holding a device of some sort, which he casually studies while awaiting David'​s answer. 
-I think we have all been shifted in time and space in one way or the other. And are all equally in the darkGǪ so to speak. Jim looks from Sylar to David. "We only know what is on this scrap of paper, though we don't understand what the Homunculi, or what the Eleven Day Empire is, or most of what is in the clipping if the truth is to be told. It is what we are in the process of doingGǪ finding out." 
-As he spoke, Jim's eyes were fixed on Sylar and his strange visage. Other than that Jim gives no indication that Sylar seems strange, in fact if anything Jim seems to have calmed a little since Sylar left the spaceship and came closer to him and David. 
-Wait, go back a bit. What was that about one of us not being from our homeworld? Well this is just getting better and better. David turns around to face Jim. "Got something to say about that one Jim? Just how crazy are things right now around here?" 
-Jim's eyes widen. You think he means me?" 
-The Sontaran database had no record of such an insectoid species as being native to this planet. I apologise if my information is incorrect. 
-Sylar pulls the device from the severed Sontaran hand's death-grip. Maybe this recording device will shed some light on our predicament. May I?", he says, holding his finger above the bulky button on the device."​ 
-Insectoid? Jim looks down as if checking his own body. He looks up at Sylas, frowning. "​Sorry,​I am a bit confused. Are you a robot, or are you just wearing some kind of armour? And before you push that button, what do you mean recording device? Do you mean that its got this aliens voice on it?" 
-Yes, I am indeed a robot. However, I might need to hide that fact from the local population. I am not sure how they might react. 
-My scanners indicate that this device is a simple recording and play-back device. My asumption is that it has a recording of some sort already stored in it, but there is only one way to be sure. 
-Sylar presses the button and everyone hears a [url=http://​www.curufea.com/​Wikka/​uploads/​FactionWebsite/​RecordedReport.wav]military voice recording[/​url] 
-Faction Paradox? hmmmGǪ This sounds all too coincidental. I'm sure they have a hand in the attacks against my masters too. 
-The Eleven Day Empire is mentioned in that newspaper clipping right? May I have a look? 
-Jim looks at David and shrugs, leaving it up to him if he hands the paper over or not. he turns back to Sylar. So are the Sontaran not your masters?"​ 
-No, my masters are the Komvos Banausic. I am a Gimclack mechanoid model. What race are you? 
-As David walks over to hand their new robotic friend and pulls the news clipping that they had found out of one of the several pockets of his cargo pants, he tries to work out what Sylar was just saying about Jim. 
-I don't think you'll have to worry about hiding anything from the local population. There doesn'​t seem to be a local population to hide from. You're the only otherGǪ well not quite personGǪ ugh, this is confusing. You're the only other someone"​ we've met tonight."​ 
-Why do you think Jim is some insectoid alien? I just guessed it being Jim since as far as I know I'm from this planet, and when you said that he'd be the only other choice. Process of elimination. But he doesn'​t exactly look insectoid to me, where in the world are you getting that from? I'd think insectoid races would lookGǪ wellGǪ like insects. 
-And who are these Faction Paradox guys though? Or heck, any of the other aliens we've been finding out about tonight, you seem to be rather familiar with them. 
-Komvos Banausic? Gimclack? No, look we have more important things to worry about. Like where we are, when we are, what's going on, and how do we get back to where we are supposed to be? 
-Jim rubs his hands together as he speaks. This whole situation is getting a bit strained, and he seriously considers if he should just take his chances and run off into the night. But then he would be alone GÇô no shelter, no food, in a strange place with stranger things happening. No, he should stick with these two, at least until he knew what was happening. 
-I sense that you wish to avoid the subject of race. That is fine by me. Sylar says to Jim. "Let us discuss these matters under less stressful circumstances."​ 
-Sylar turns to David, This newspaper clipping is very interesting. There is mention of a time-war which, again, is probably linked to the attacks on the Kimvos Banausic. Also, according to the Sontaran database, September 1752 is the month Britian switched from the Julian calendar to the Gregorian calendar. The impact of this was that the day after 2nd September 1752 was 14th September 1752, meaning that 4th September 1752, the date on this newspaper clipping, technically did not exist. There were a total of eleven skipped daysGǪ"​ 
-As to how we get back to where we are supposed to be, my suggestion is that we do a little more exploration of the city. 
-So we either found a clipping from a stubborn newspaper, or we've been sent to a day that doesn'​t even exist. Normally the former would seem more likely, but after the kind of day we're having today, I'm just about ready for space rhinos or something to suddenly start showing up. 
-Barely following any of this, and just wanting to get some answers as to what's going on here, David agrees to exploring the city a bit more with the other two. 
-You guys think we should go back to that church where Jim found me earlier? Maybe there'​ll be some clues there. Or hey, where did you end up finding yourself Jim? Maybe something could be found there. Unless there'​s any other ideas? 
-I came to just down the street from the church. I heard you in there as I was passing. The street around the church seem to be a mixture of time periods GÇô the church modern, the gas lights, the other buildings. I'm not sure what that means though. Jim turns to address Sylar. "Did you regain consciousness on the Sontaran ship or have you been elsewhere in the city? Is it all a mixture of time zones?"​ 
-Wait, what other buildings are you talking about? I noticed the switch from electric to gas too when we came outside, but I didn't notice any other odd buildings. 
-I regained consciousness near the ship. It was the first place that I explored, so apart from the ship and the lack of stars I saw nothing that indicated that we are in something other than 18th century London. The church is definitely out of place, so how about we head back there to investigate?​ 
-I guess it was more a feeling than an actual observation. Nothing in the area seemed to match. Also although the building may appear old on the outside, they may not be on the insideGǪ like the church. Jim looks back over his shoulder into the dark streets. "We could go back there if you want, it's not that far, but I'm not sure we'll find anything that will tell us what's going on." 
-It's better than standing around here. If there is somewhere else you think would be more beneficial to try first, then I'll follow. 
-I'm fine with hitting the church first. Wouldn'​t mind seeing if there'​s anything to explain how I got there at least. 
-We were heading to investigate the columns of smoke, but they are likely more crashed ships. Come on then, let's head back to the church. Jim heads back out into the street and sets off back the way they came." 
-Sylar follows. Along the way he scans any technology (e.g. lamp posts) in the immediate vicinity, looking for anything out of place. ​ 
-You might find these useful too. 
-Sylar pulls out two Sontaran Mezon Guns from his sack and hands one each to Jim and David. 
-Jim looks at the offered gun then shakes his head. Thank you, but no. It's not that I am against weapons as such, it's just thatGǪ I do not tend to use them." 
-Proceeding down the lit cobblestone street in a roughly away from city centre"​ direction, which would in normal circumstances be called west, the group warily backtracks to the All Souls Church"​ 
-After Jim declines the robot'​s offer, David jumps into the conversation. 
-Well I'll hold onto one at least. No idea if I'll need it or not, but I'd rather have something in case things get bad. Thanks. 
-Putting it into one of his pockets, lettting it stick out a little so it's easier to reach if needed, he goes with the others on the way back to the church that he started this whole mess from wondering what they'd find there now. 
-Reaching the outside of the church, the group pauses. There is a faint sound of movement coming from within. Something that isn't like the settling of rubble or the continuing collapse of a building with dubious foundations. 
-Sylar appears especially alert to something only he seems to be aware of. 
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-[size=6]1.03 All SoulGÇÖs Church[/​size] 
-[size=4]In which aliens go to church[/​size] 
-[quote]Returning to the scene of DavidGÇÖs first appearance, the group discover it being investigated by a Sontaran. Behind the caved in roof he scans an anomaly on the wall 
-Tricking the Sontaran, Jim is able to glean some information on current politics.[/​quote] 
-All Souls Church appears to be slightly more collapsed than David and Jim remember. Although at the time, David was more pre-occupied with a crippling migraine. 
-There is some movement occurring inside GÇô it sounds like a very large (or very heavy) person in boots is wandering around, and is not being too cautious. Just on the edge of hearing is a high pitched whine of some kind of energy. Somewhat similar to the sound of an urban transformer station in a large city of the 21st century, Earth. 
-Do you guys hear that? It sounds like someone is in there, howGÇÖd they get there so fast? It was empty last time we were here. 
-David wonders what exactly could be going on in there since they last visited. Maybe he was kidnapped after all like he first thought and managed to get a lucky break in getting away? But so far, besides Jim, all theyGÇÖve found is a robot, and alien body parts, so who exactly is even around to be doing any kidnapping? 
-David decides it might be good to try to see whatGÇÖs going on in there. Let me see if I can get a peek quick, hang on." 
-David goes up and hugs the wall outside the opening before sticking his head inside, to see what he can find hoping to stay hidden from anything that is in there, before going back to hugging the wall. 
-Jim watches as David moves towards the church. He doesnGÇÖt like the sound of those stomping boots, and thinks he knows who or what the owner might be. 
-He takes a look at Sylar and then murmers GÇô I think hiding might be called for." 
-Sylar finds a convenient position to hide, watching for DavidGÇÖs signal. He switches the Sontaran communicator on his belt off. 
-Creeping to the doorway, David peers inside. ItGÇÖs considerably better lit now, partially by the alienGÇÖs torch, but mostly from the energy being emitted by the scanning device it appears to be carrying. 
-Standing in the middle of the room amongst the wreckage of pews, some of which it must have caused itself moving them out the way, the alien scans the rubble and the back wall of the church, behind the altar. 
-The alien is short, heavily muscled, wearing a leaden spacesuit that is obviously armoured. Its head is encased in a solid metal dome helmet with no neck. 
-David flattens himself back to the wall after getting a glimpse of the alien doing something with the altar. 
-It didnGÇÖt look like the alien had noticed him at all, thankfully. Not wanting to be overly loud, David simply walks his way back to the others, keeping the wall between him and the alien the whole time. It would almost surely take longer for the alien to make his way to the other side of the church where they were then it would take him to get to the otherGÇÖs hiding spot anyways. 
-Once he gets back to them, David begins to recap them on what he saw. 
-IGÇÖm not sure what it was doing exactly. It seemed like it was looking for something around the altar. Used something that looked like a tricorder from star trek, maybe it was scanning for something. I couldnGÇÖt get much of a look at the alien itself though, it looks like itGÇÖs wearing a spacesuit armor of some kind. All I could really see was that itGÇÖs head was rather bald, and IGÇÖm not sure if it had a neck at all. 
-Jim looks past David over to the church. 
-It sounds vaguely like a Sontaran. Do we need to know what it is doing in there? 
-It might be a good idea to find out what theyGÇÖre looking for. Who knows, maybe it caused us getting stuck here. 
-Wait, how do you know what a Sontaran looks like? All weGÇÖve really seen of them so far is a severed arm. 
-For a moment Jim considers not telling the whole truth. But then, with the Sontaran in the church there was another source of sustenance if David decided he couldnGÇÖt cope with Jim. No, now maybe time for the truth, or part of it at least. 
-With a sigh, he turns to David. Look, Sylar is right. I am an alien. Most of what I told you happened to me is true. The part I missed out was that I hid on a Sontaran ship that brought me to Earth, and got out just before it was attacked. Shortly after that, everything folded andGǪ well, you know the rest. The point is we are still int his together, regardless of race, and I may be able to walk in there and just talk to it. Find out what itGÇÖs doing."​ 
-Naturally, Sylar is not fazed by JimGÇÖs admission. 
-I vote we should treat this Sontaran as friendly, unless proven otherwise, and approach him. He is probably in the same predicament as ourselves, and we may be able to share information. 
-Even though Sylar is willing to put some trust in the Sontaran, he thinks it prudent enough to hide the Sontaran technology that he has looted off the Sontaran corpses within the folds of his loose-fitting clothes. He sighs with a slight mechanical whir, I donGÇÖt know if hiding this technology will do any good. The Sontaran is using a scanner of some sort and may still be able to detect it"​."​ 
-Sontaran and friendly are terms that do not mesh well. Jim again pauses, but as Sylar can see his true form decides he will continue. "The thing is that the Sontaran will see me as one of his own kind. By myself, this may not cause a problem. With you two, IGÇÖm not so sure, unless we come up with a workable story that is." 
-If my scanners penetrate your camouflage, then maybe his will too. Still, it might be worth a shot, considering that you hid on a Sontaran ship without being detected. 
-How would he see you as another Sontaran though, do you have a camoflauge device or something on you that does that? That how you snuck onto one of their ships before? 
-David seems rather unfazed by JimGÇÖs revelation. Granted, itGÇÖs probably because theyGÇÖve already had teleportation,​ time travel, a crashed alien ship, robots, and and Sontarans that are busy fighting shadows. WhatGÇÖs one more going to hurt at this point. 
-Speaking of devices, what other tech do we have around here. Maybe itGÇÖs possible to use something to listen in on them from out here. 
-There was no point stopping now. I generate a local telepathic field that means individuals see me as an average member of their own race. As long as the Sontaran is no using some kind of technology to see with he should see another Sontaran."​ 
-He holds up his arms showing that he is not carrying anything. As for other technology, I have only what you can see now." 
-I have some spare translators,​ communicators and Mezon pistols, and a single multitool device. All of these are Sontaran technology. As for myself, I have some in-built technology that does not belong in this time period, including artifical intelligence,​ a strengthened micropolymer shell, and a teleportation unit. 
-What about you, David? I know nothing of the time you come from. Do you have anything that may be of use? Jim looks over at the church just to make sure the Sontaran does not come out as they talk." 
-David checks his pockets to see what heGÇÖs carrying on himself. 
-Well I gotGǪ a cell phoneGǪ my watchGǪ and a game system. Yeah, thatGÇÖs probably not going to help right now. 
-Jim, why donGÇÖt you approach the Sontaran and do your thing. IGÇÖll watch descreetly, and if things start getting ugly, I can teleport behind the Sontaran and try to contain the situation. 
-Ok, though I do not intend getting too close, and if things go wrong I will be runningGǪ I can move fast if need be. 
-Jim gives the others a nervous grin and then moves towards the entrance to the church. He has found that in situations like this, pretending you are where you are supposed to be often works the best. So, pausing only for a moment he enters the church making no effort to be '​sneakyGÇÖ. 
-He recalls what he heard earlier and decides speaking some truth might help. As soon as he is in the doorway he speaks out. Kine has ordered us to regroup at location Sigma 7. Why are you not moving there? What is it you are scanning for here?" 
-As much as it is possible for a helmetted Sontaran to look afronted, he does- 
-You dare to question me? What are you doing here if not as relief to guard this area?, shouts the Sontaran."​ 
-He is obviously not impressed with Jim, not regarding him as any kind of superior officer. 
-Jim immediately slips into the role the Sontaran expects of him. My apologies, my communicator has been damaged and all I know is that we have been called to regroup at Sigma 7. I have been separated from my squad and do not understand fully what has happened. When I heard you I thought that you may have updated orders GÇô that is why I questioned what you were doing."​ 
-General Kine has given orders to me to investigate this area. All other Sontarans that may have survived the destruction of their ships are to regroup. You must head towards landing zone. 
-He draws in his breath and Jim hears the sound of him licking his wide lips inside the confines of the helmet. Upon the helmet, is some kind of rank insignia. This Sontaran is not an average trooper. 
-You are to proceed towards the clock tower and not to initiate violence with the Faction. While we may now be allied with them, they are not to be trusted GÇô and you are not to tell any human or humanoid you encounter as to what you have seen here. 
-He waves one arm at you in a dismissive gesture. 
-Understood. Jim snaps of his best impression of a Sontaran salute, spins on his heal and leaves the church. He makes his way over to the others and once he is sure he canGÇÖt be seen casually from the church he reports."​ 
-The Sontaran in there is not a normal soldier, he has rank insignia on his helmet. Though he wouldnGÇÖt tell me what he was doing, he did say that the SontaranGÇÖs were regrouping somewhere over by the clock tower. That the SontaranGÇÖs are allied with the Faction though it sounds as if there is no trust there, and gave me strict orders not to tell any human or humanoid of what I had seen.  
-Jim realises what was odd about the rubble inside the church. It appears to have fallen around the silhouette of a human. Not only that, but there is a huge chunk of masonry (several tons worth) in the position where its head would be. He hadnGÇÖt noticed in the bad lighting earlier, when heGÇÖd first met David here GÇô but now it seems clear that the entire roof was deliberately collapsed, just on him alone. 
-Oh, and one other thing, added Jim. "About the building itself. At the far end under an arch shape on the wall, is a picture of a man with a glow around his head. Superimposed over this image, and on the wall around it, but under the arch so that it looks like some kind of door or portal, is a geometric circular pattern. This wasnGÇÖt there the last time we were in there. Does it mean anything to either of you?" 
-Also He looks at David. "It seems obvious now that I look at it that the roof of the church was collapsed on purpose, and only where you were lying. There is also a huge block of stone over where your head shouldGÇÖve been. How did you survive that?" 
-I would guess that the image is that of the religious icon, Jesus. I do not believe I know what the geomatric circular pattern is, unless maybe you could sketch it. 
-Jim crouches down and draws a rough diagram of the pattern in what dust there is where they stand. It repeats like that but never goes outside the boundary as prescribed by the arch above it." 
-Jim draws the arch and two lines down from it to illustrate what he means. 
-Yeah, thatGÇÖs almost definitely a Jesus portrait. Tend to see a few around here in bigger churches, either as paintings or as stained glass windows, thatGÇÖs nothing new. David says to the description of the painting, realizing almost immediately what heGÇÖs refering to. His own church back home didnGÇÖt do much of that sort of thing, but heGÇÖd seen enough churches before to recognize what Jim probably saw in there."​ 
-When Jim speaks of the roof collapsing specifically on him, DavidGÇÖs not really sure what to think about it. IGÇÖm not sure really. I canGÇÖt imagine how it could have been aimed for me, the last thing I remember was getting ready to leave for work in my car. Never mind that IGÇÖm in another country entierly right now that is seperated by an ocean, the closest church of that size back home is a 15 minute drive away from where I was beforeGǪ whatever happened to bring me here. No wonder I had such a headache when I woke up though if that thing landed right on my head." 
-I canGÇÖt imagine why there would be circles there. ThereGÇÖs nothing about christianity that would explain all those circles on itGÇÖs own if thatGÇÖs what youGÇÖre asking. You think thatGÇÖs what he was using that scanner to look at? 
-I do not know what that diagram represents. Sylar says, shaking his head with a slight mechanical whirring sound."​ 
-I have a few thoughs about our optionsGǪ We can wait around here until the Sontaran has gone so that I can use my own scanners against the area that he is interested in. Or I could do a quick teleport in, scan, and teleport out. IGÇÖll just have to time it for when he isnGÇÖt focused on that area and hope to avoid detection. A third option is that we ignore the church and go check out the clock tower. 
-It is possible that what ever the Sontaran has done, has caused the pattern to appear. It definitely was not there the last time we were in the building. Jim shifts slightly, his face showing a frown of thought. "There is also the point concerning the alliance between the Sontarans and the Faction, whoever they are. Who are they allying against? Who ever it is are powerful enough to bring down Sontaran warships. And there shouldnGÇÖt be anyone or thing like that here." 
-As far as I can tell, the Faction are the ones attacking the Komvos Banausic. That makes them, and any allied Sontaran forces, my enemies. 
-Sylar pauses for a few seconds before saying, with a slight mechanical chill, Does anybody know whether Sontaran armour will stop a Mezon rifle blast?"​ 
-But that doesnGÇÖt make any sense. The recording we found earlier was of these guys complaining about fighting the faction, and the ghost stories coming from it. If theyGÇÖre allies, whatGÇÖs the deal with the recording? 
-The Sontaran seemed to infer that they did not trust this Faction. It could be that they are allied only to face a foe neither can stand against by themselves. It is possible that the Sontarans have never even heard of the Komvos Banausic GÇô I know that I havenGÇÖt 
-Jim keeps his eyes on the church, just in case the Sontaran leaves or more arrive. 
-Listen to the recording again when you get a chance, I distinctly remember it talking about Sontarans getting cut in half by someone from the Faction before they even had a chance to open fire. That sounds less like just not trusting each other and more like they were in combat. 
-What I meant to say is that they couldGÇÖve been in combat until a third party turned up and this has caused them to form a temporary alliance. Of course, there could be more than one FactionGǪ 
-Depends on how old that recording is I guess. Was there any sort of date on it that we could figure out how old the recording is? 
-I donGÇÖt think so. Not as far as I remember, at least. Jim scratches at the side of his face as he thinks. "We could wait until the Sontaran is finished in the church and then see what we can find in there, though I suspect we will not get much more information from in there. Or we can get close to the clock tower and see if we can over hear what the SontaranGÇÖs are doing."​ 
-From the direction of the church, Jim hears the sounds of of boots approaching. 
-The Sontaran is coming, Jim whispers urgently. "​Quick,​ hide." 
-Jim then does his best to do just that. 
-David heeds JimGÇÖs warning and finds some cover behind some rubble before they approach. 
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-[size=6]1.04 Out of the church[/​size] 
-[size=4]In which aliens come out of the church[/​size] 
-[quote]While discussing their next course of action outside the church, the Sontaran approaches. ​ The group hides but don't count on the scanner held by the Sontaran. ​ But then the Sontaran didn't count on the [url=http://​www.obsidianportal.com/​campaigns/​paradox-diaspora/​characters/​mr-konig-pv]old man[/url] with the wooden beam hitting him on the head. 
-The old man wants to go to Parliament, and on the way he explains things. ​ Well - what he regards as explanation.[/​quote] 
-The bulky figure of a Sontaran in full battle armour marches out of the front of the church, knocking aside the already broken door of the entranceway as if it were made of paper, completely incapable of slowing his movement. 
-Attached to his belt are various large square devices of simple design, in his hands he holds a large bulky rifle. 
-Marching onto the street, he barely notices anything around him GÇô certainly not the figures hiding nearby as he turns to face the entrance of the church. He fires, beams of orange light streaming forth from the rifle, distorting the air around them with heat. The noise of the gun a high pitched whine, the inrushing air to the plasma reduced path of the beam a steady rumble. The steady stream cuts a swathe through the supporting columns and wall of the building. The spire tilts forward slightly before collapsing straight down. Rubble spreads at the base of the church entrance in a pile around the now inaccessible entrance. 
-Satisfied, the Sontaran lowers his rifle and chooses another device from his belt. It appears to be a scanner of some sort. Checking the church he appears satisfied and almost lowers the scanner to leave, but then something appears on the display that interests him. 
-He turns towards Dave and Jim. 
-By the time he raises his rifle again, wielding it in one hand as though it weighed as a paper cup, scanner in his other, he's completely unaware of what occurs behind him. Which is fortunate for the old man and his makeshift timber club. 
-The no doubt historic half-timber support strut bounces off the back of the Sontaran with a resounding thud. 
-The Sontaran collapses to his knees, then falls forward onto his face. 
-The old man, possibly in his late 70s, drops the wood and pries the scanner from the Sontaran'​s hand. He looks at it disdainfully before tossing it aside. Wiping his hands of dust from the wood, he turnds towards Dave and Jim. His thinning hair and beard are completely grey. He's dressed in a three piece dark green pinstripe suit that has obviously seen better days, it is somewhat tattered and smoke damaged. 
-Jim had learnt over the span of is life that there were times when there was not point trying to remain hidden. This was one of those times. 
-Standing he looked from the old man to the Sontaran. GÇ£Thank you. That's an impressive result for someone wielding a piece of wood, MrGǪ? 
-Mr. Konig, if you please, he says holding out his hand, "​It'​s a pleasure to meet you" 
-Somewhat wary of the appearance of a new person who at least looked human (although who knows if that means anything anymore. 
-Well these hiding places were worthless weren'​t they? We didn't stay hidden at all. How did you know we were here? 
-Aware of the custom Jim takes the mans hand and shakes it in his own. 
-I am Jim Smith. Does seeing an alien like that, he indicates the downed Sontaran. "Not scare you." 
-Sylar watches the elderly human'​s movements from afar. 
-[i]Input 1[/i]: The elderly human attacked the Sontaran. 
-[i]Input 2[/i]: Companion Jim has initiated friendly contact with the human. 
-[i]Output[/​i]:​ Ratchet Assembly Zeta, Mainspring Alpha is loosely wound, indicating the elderly human is not an immediate threat. 
-Mr. Konig turns to David, Well, if I intended to hide at the first sign of trouble, I'd not spend time talking in the street beforehand. I was over there."​ 
-He points at the building across the street before shaking Jim's hand and giving it (and Jim) an odd look. 
-Sontarans?, he looks at Jim quizzically,​ "well, possibly GÇô if he had his scanner and attention on me, and not wonderfully distracted by you chaps."​ 
-He jumps slightly when Sylar appears. 
-Distractions?​ Well, I'm glad we could aid you in some way. Jim eyes Mr Konig. "​Forgive me, Mr Konig. But I take it like us you are not supposed to be here? That you are here, in this time and place, by accident?"​ 
-Hmm? Well, that's a rather silly question, isn't it?, Konig says raising an eyebrow."​ 
-However, I would recommend before we get to the GǪ interrogation part of this interview we perhaps locate ourselves elsewhere. The Sontaran is only knocked out you know, not dead. 
-He starts heading south at a casual pace. 
-This way if you want to know what's going on, he chuckles."​ 
-Jim looks at the others, looks at the Sontaran and shrugs before following on. 
-He continues speaking when he catches up with Mr Konig. Surely it is only a silly question if I already know the answer? You are either here by accident, or are supposed to be here and are therefore part of the forces fighting the Sontarans. If this is the case, then it is likely that you or your faction is reposonsible for us being here. Which means we should be very suspicious of your motives. So, it is not such a sill question to me." 
-David jumps into the conversation after watching Mr. Konig for a few minutes. Were you expecting us? You don't seem surprised to see us at all, and you don't seem curious as to who we are either."​ 
-Sylar stays in the background and follows the conversation. 
-Even though he has not deemed the strange human an immediate threat, he watches for any suspicious behaviour, specifically looking for any signs that he may be Faction (e.g. a mismatching shadow). 
-Addressing Jim, Mr. Konig looks somewhat nonplussed, Oh no, my being here was no accident. It was most certainly planned. In meticulous detail I would even hazard."​ 
-He turns to David, grabbing his shoulders, As to you, my dear boy, any new persons, no matter who they are, are new opportunities. And we need those right now, let me tell you." 
-His demeanour changes. Perhaps he appears more like a professor, or perhaps he just acquires an air of arrogance and superiority:​ 
-Let's be honest: it's the stupid questions in life that get the best answers. For example, here's some history for you. See what you make of it. 
-On September the fourteenth, 1752, the English lost eleven days out of their calendar. It had to happen, sooner or later. England'​s calendar was eleven days out from the rest of Europe, so the great thinkers of the dayGǪ that'​ll be the philosophers and the civil servants, you know the typeGǪ they decided to put the date forward by a week and a half. The people went to bed on September the second, and when they woke up it was the fourteenth. Simple. So, the obvious question GÇô the stupid question GÇô is: what happened to the missing eleven days? 
-Those great thinkers I mentioned probably wouldn'​t have had an answer to that, which is a shame, because the answer'​s this. The missing days were taken by Faction Paradox. 
-Well, that's not really a big surprise, is it? Out of all the Great HousesGǪ the Great Houses being the ones who've made it their business to look after space-time in general, the ones who've insisted on running history behind the scenes since before any poor human sods crawled up out of the oceansGǪ out of all the Great Houses, Faction Paradox was the only one that really knew how to step over the line. I mean, while the others were all busy with their time machines and their nice shiny bits of technology, the Faction was busy calling on the spirits of eternal darkness and sacrificing raw virgins, just for a laugh. So when the Faction'​s people got themselves thrown out of polite society and kicked off the old homeworld, they needed somewhere else to set up shop. Which is why they took those eleven days out of English history, and locked them in a little bubble of time outside of the rest of the universe, where almost nobody else could get at it. 
-And of course, that is where we all are. In the Eleven-Day Empire. In a little ghost-city that GÇô back in the real world GÇô would have been called London. In a timezone all to ourselves, where the buildings are made out of shadows and the sky is the colour of blood twenty-four hours a day. Cut off from the other Houses, and cut off from the rest of history, at least until the elders needed to pop out and recruit some new family members from the universe outside. 
-Except, it's not like that now. The sky isn't red GÇô it's black. And we need to do something about it. 
-David just sort of stares at Mr. Konig for a moment. Just sort of taking it in and letting it sink in. 
-Nobody else says something right away, and eventually David finally says something. 
-Well, this day just gets even better as we go along. Or I guess I should say lack of a day, considering we didn't just go back in time somehow, we somehow all decided to go 'eh who needs time anyways'​ and managed to skip history altogether. And what's so bad about the sky being black anyways? No wait, let me guess. It's night meaning we have to progress to the next day, but to nobody'​s great surprise since the universe seems to hate us right now, we came here on the 11th day, and trying to progress to the 12th will cause something to implode or just blink out of existance. 
-Great. That's just awesome. Really. Anyone have a friggin clue how that happened? 
-I don't understand your part in all this though. Are you one of those you call Faction Paradox, and if not why is what is happening here important to you? I mean personally, if what David says is right, i'd be more interested in getting back to my own time before this place imploded. Jim marches along with the rest. Things had not been going well since he hitched a lift with the Sontaran."​ 
-Leaving this place is my first priority too, says Mr. Konig, "​however,​ I'm very keen on helping everyone else leave as well. And for that, we should proceed to Parliament."​ 
-And who exactly are we meeting up with once we get there? Just how many other people got stuck here? 
-The inhabitants. There'​s a few thousand., he replies offhandedly."​ 
-A few THOUSAND? Then how come all the streets have been nearly deserted around here? 
-Well if I know the Faction, no doubt they'​re all arguing heatedly, and pointlessly,​ at Parliament. Although no doubt the bored are wandering around and the lower ranks are engaged in menial tasks 
-Jim frowns. So, the only inhabitants here are the Faction? How do the Sontaran fit in GÇô we have evidence that they are both fighting and are allied to the Faction?"​ 
-Wait a minute, we're going off to go visit the Faction? I thought you were saying we were meeting up with others who got thrown here somehow, didn't realize you meant them. How do we know they aren't going to try to kill us when they see us though? Especially when we can barely figure out what their standing is right now with the Sontarans? 
-Hmmm, allies now you say. That's news to me. Understandable perhaps considering that ground forces would have also been trapped. I'd not worry overly GÇô not many Sontarans will have survived the invasion, Jim. 
-Mr. Konig smiles. 
-The Faction, my goodGǪ human? You are human aren't you?, he enquires of David."​ 
-Please excuse my rudeness, but I'm afraid we haven'​t been introduced. Anyhow, as I was saying, the Faction don't go about killing people without reason. And certainly not those in a position to help them. 
-Sylar hastens his pace to walk along side of Konig. It is my turn to apologise. My name is Sylar, of the Komvos Banausic."​ 
-Perhaps you can clear up a couple things for us. I was under the impression that the Faction Paradox were our enemy. The reason I came to this conclusion is that someone has been maliciously altering the Banausic timeline. When I was approaching the Great Houses of Gallifrey, acting as emmissary for the Banausic, I was transported here, to the Eleven-Day Empire. It was through the crashed Sontaran ship that I learned of the Faction attack. Maybe I am mistaken, but I thought the two attacks linked. 
-The Faction has enemies, sadly their convoluted and overly complicated plots often involve them dealing with their enemies before their enemies actually even realise they should waddle out of the primordial slime and start using legs. 
-Be that as it may, Konig smiles,"​it never hurts to do a good deed. Sometimes enlightened self-interest can be used as a good deed. And not only that, it will cover a MULTITUDE of sins." 
-GǪ Well that sounded rather ominous. Multitude of sins? 
-Not really believing in sin Jim shrugs this off. 
-I'm beginning to think,Mr Konig, He says. "That you do not like answering questions directly. The thing is though, I do not understand your part in all this. And if we are going to help you, I think then you need to tell where you stand in this. Are you Faction Paradox, someone like us just caught up in this, or something else entirely?"​ 
-Sylar keeps pace with the others, observing the surrounding cityscape. 
-By all means, question my motives. Personally I'd certainly never trust anyone I'd found suddenly encountered in a pocket universe inside a pocket universe. You don't know where they'​ve been., although amused (as it appears his normal state to be) there are traces of irritation creeping into Mr. Konig'​s voice."​ 
-I don't know why the Komvos Banausic were being attacked, although I have my suspicions on how you and the human ended up here. I am off to Parliament to perhaps fix some of the problems expediency has caused, arrogance has compounded and distraction has plunged me in. 
-You may of course, freely come or go as you please. All I require is for the human to answer me a simple question: How old are you? 
-How old I am? Sure, just turned 22 in august. 
-Well let me rephrase that. Just turned 22 in august of 2010. Goodness knows what time means around here anymore. Why do you ask? 
-Interesting,​ very interesting. We haven'​t been properly introduced yet. Call me Craig, and you are? 
-Mr. Konig actually halts his fast walk in order to shake hands with David, sizing him up with a practiced eye. 
-David realizes he's never introduced himself the whole time. Name's David. Sorry about that, today'​s been slightly crazy so far." 
-[i]Rudeness or not though, it's weird that he's suddenly taking an interest in David. Maybe he should take another look at things, he has to be missing something here. Wouldn'​t be the 12th time, that's for sure.[/i] 
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