The Tale of the Tyche

[Leo]

A day ago, if you would have told me that I would've been standing in front of one of the legendary creators of the Harvesters and Nomads, I would have told you to get a life...hell, I'd have probably shot you. But now, the docking clams to the side of the ship were unhinging and as the door swung open, I did indeed stand in front of one of the creators.

The suit wasn't as big as I would have thought from the images, they were a little larger than a human, but not by much. They were bulkier, more defined, and their faces were masked by a tinted glass that covered their entire faces. Each suit was grey with red lines defining, from what Julia could tell, was their history.

"We meet again, Miss Gabriel." the one at the front said turning its head to the side and smiling. "I trust your ship docked adequately to the side of our own vessel?"

"Unusually so...I don't believe we've met, though." Julia replied, obviously flustered. The creator laughed.

"Indeed, we have Julianne Gabriel, while we have already met you, you have yet to meet us. As I said before, time travel is a confusing business, something that we don't normally deal with...until you came back to our time almost a thousand years ago when I was but a young captain. You taught us your language with the help of your, AI, was it? We learned to communicate with you, and in time became, good friends. However, the war with who we call the Menace shattered that completely. You were helping us fend off one of the first attacks and the ship you were piloting was forced to activated it's jump drives into a sun...we believe you spanned across time when you did...we knew you would come back, as you told us that you would, and here you are."

"I'm from a time from before I met you...in a time where you met me for the first time." Julia said confused.

"Yes, remember. Time travel--"

"Is a confusing business, yes I understand...So what now? How do we get home and out of this time period?"

The creator laughed heartily.

"You can't leave here...not yet. Your subspace drive was completely fried from the jump to this time. It is the result of jumping out of the system you call "Omicron-74" during a major celestial event in the entirety of what you call the "Sirius Sector". You see, the system you jumped out of hit the galactic center and the sun experienced a major solar flare just as you jumped, rupturing sub-space and flinging you into the past."

"So, we can't go home."

"Not yet, Julianne Gabriel. You have to help us to help you."

"What could we possibly help you with? You're the legendary creators of the Harvesters and--" Julia stopped herself mid sentence. "You can do anything!"

The creator looked down at the floor; Julia could only assume he was smiling kindly, knowing more information than he let on.

"The 'Nomads' as your kind later comes to know them by are in stasis around Sirius. They will not awaken until your kind arrives in Sirius as history intends. No Julianne Gabriel, you are right, we can do almost anything, but not everything.

"What we need from you is to help us escape 'Sirius' and the 'Milky Way' all together. Just as your kind did with Sol."

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.

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