OF SPACE AND TIME

Capital City -- Main Gates

As you pass under the war torn archway into Cybertrons
former capital, you notice a huge barbed 
portcullis swinging high above the road, dislodged on
damaged casters and silhouetted like teeth against the
fractured skyline within. To the north the humbled 
form of the Celestial Temple presides over
this demolished domain, resolute and unyielding to the tolls
of both time and war.

Although these streets no longer resonate with the sounds
known of yesteryear, and the straits lie desolate and 
wasted, a sizable Empty community reside
within the limited protection of these city walls, and along
the Apex Parade several of the unfortunate refugees 
interact and barter amongst themselves for
the fuel and maintenance equipment they all so desperately
need.

Contents:
Galactix [Robot] [A]

Galactix says, "Greetings, Silverbolt"

Silverbolt turns from the small group he had been talking
with concerning the secuity of the city upon exiting 
the gates. He looks up -
way up -  towards the titan when
his name is called, somewhat suprised at Galactix's
presence. "Greetings to you as
well." He makes a point of stepping away from the
disperssing group. "I trust all is well."
Galactix says, "All is well. I still hold sadness of the
past two days events, though what was done was what was to be."

Silverbolt nods in response, tho some confusion remains
within his optics. "I admit...everything went a bit too," 
he pauses to search for the right word.
Finding none he rephrases, "The subject of time travel itsel
as well as how it can be misused and abused still baffles me."

Galactix says, "The power of history is stronger than
anything mortal beings can do. As Veron of the 
Lemurians once told me, "What was done will be redone.
Such is the way of the universe."

Silverbolt perks an optic ridge. Feeling the ache in his
neck looking up at the titan he decides to kick in his 
jets an hover to the top of a nearby structure.
He sets himself gently. At least now he doesn't have to
strain to see who's he's speaking to. "as in...it truley in unalterable?"

Galactix nods. "The force which guides time is strong. So
strong, that even if you push a 'vessel' of time, like 
Vos, off course, it will push it back on
course to follow the path that it was destined to follow.
The people of Vos...were destined to die in that explosion. And that...is
what happened again."

Silverbolt blinks and shakes his head. "To be honest I'm
still a bit unclear as to what *exactly* happened."

Galactix says, "Megatron had discovered how to open a rift
in time, taking him to Vos of 7 million years ago. The time 
right before his attempted invasion of
Vos, and his subsequent vaporization of it."

Silverbolt thinks to himself. "I was there at rift and had
been briefed by Fireflight regarding how Megaton and 
one or two others were followed by Optimus
Prime, Prowl, Magnus, and Jumbler. But not much else."

Galactix says, "He then attempted to lure the militia of Vos
out of the city, so it would be undefended during the 
attack his past self was to launch. He did
this by destroying the council hall, and as he thought, the
council as well. He then declared a memorium and gave the 
Militia a day off to mourn. Luckily the
remaining council member revived, and thwarted Megatron's
plans to empty Vos by revealing the plans. History 
then followed the path it was destined to follow.
What was done will be redone."

Silverbolt nods mutely, trying to fight the implications of
what *might* have happened. "It would seem so." He pauses. 
"I'm afraid I'm not too much endowed
with the knowledge of Cybertronian history."

Galactix says, "What I have was given to me mostly by my
creator. It's original purpose was to entertain the 
intellectual society of Cybertron, so they could
study and muse as they travelled."

Silverbolt folds his arms over his chest, considering
something. "Is this simular of what happened within the orginal
account?"

Galactix pauses as if he is reading his memory banks..
Galactix says, "I...can not tell. The history I have is what
transpired over the past two days. Though...considering that
there is no residue or evidence
that such data did exist, it is probably that the events
that transpired and the events that I recorded...match perfectly."

Silverbolt considers the answer, "Or maybe the events
transcribed in the future were already altered 
from the past...however slight that alteration may have
been." He stops for a moment. "So...you're saying all this,
time I mean, is somehow 'preset' so to speak?"

Galactix nods. "The theories of time that I have recorded
from vast numbers of cultures indicate that fact."

You say, "Which cultures?"

Galactix says, "There are too many to list, my friend. The
Lemurians had the most advanced theories of time that I have on record."

"And," Silverbolt asks, "what exactly were their theories?
I'd be interested in hearing some of them." He is, of 
course thinking of the time travel incident
he and his fellow Aerialbots had gone through about a decade
ago and finds the topic...facinating.

Galactix nods. "Time is like a river. Flowing straight,
never ending. It is a strong current...that will always 
push forward that which is destined to flow
down it's banks. In order to travel back through time, you
must find a way to 'get on the banks' and travel 
backwards along the river. Though, once you reach
that time, the currents take over again. What was done will
be redone, and you will flow through the currents of time."

You say, "But...how is time travel itself even possible?"

Galactix says, "Just as easily as you can climb out of a
river."

Silverbolt tilts his head. "That's a rather simplistic
explanation. I would think it would be more...complicated..."
he offers, befuddled.

Galactix says, "It takes great amounts of power, but you
must open a rift outside of this dimension of time, 
into the fifth dimension. There, you can
travel forward, or backward on the river banks of time. Once
you re-enter our dimension of time, you are once again 
subject to the current of time."

Silverbolt tries to "digest" some of this the best he can.
Science and physics never had been his field. "Can these 
'rifts' be opends just anywhere? Meaning,
if Megatron was able to open one or two, can he do so
radonmly again?"

Galactix says, "The banks of time are just as dangerous as
the banks of a real river. Some are safe and easily 
traversible. Some are too difficult to
traverse. The trick, is to find a 'soft spot' in time."

Silverbolt arches an optic ridge. "So...there are
differnces? What of the rift that was just opened? 
Was that one of the 'soft spots'?"

Galactix nods. "Given that Megatron was able to open it
without using his entire stockpile of energon, it was 
indeed a soft spot. Though, they are often
one time doors. Once you open a 'soft spot', you can never
follow that door again. It closes forever."
Galactix says, "Time's way of making certain that history
will follow its course."

Silverbolt looks down to the surface of the roof he's on for
a moment. "Somewhat like the Earth saying, 'Lightening never strikes
the same spot twice'?"

Galactix nods.

Silverbolt states aloud. "I'll readily admit the sciences
nor physics have ever been my feild. however...it all makes sense in a
way...Considering---" his voice brakes off as a thought occures to him. 
He brushes it aside, not knowing if such a thing is possible. 
Primus is of Cybertronian myth. And, as he knows,
he doesn't exist. but he can't help but wonder if there's
Somene else not even considered. He maintains silence on the matter however.

Galactix seems to wait expectantly for an answer.

Silverbolt looks towards the direction where the remains of
Vos now lie. "Time itself may be a thread. But...there must 
be a 'weaver' or somesuch to that thread. At least one that 
maintains order."

Galactix nods. "The Enforcer."

Silverbolt blinks. "Enforcer?"
Silverbolt asks in addition, "Who or what is the Enforcer?"

Galactix says, "The Enforcer is the one who began the flow
of time. He is the 'lake' that feeds the river. He is also 
that which makes sure that the river flows straight and true."

You say, "And...what type of being is this? From what
culture does he hail from?"

Galactix says, "There is no one definiation for him. In
fact...<thinks...>..I have over 400 million theories 
on who he is, and his origin."

Silverbolt hmmms rather softly. "Mostly from organics I
gather. What is Cybertronian theory on the subject?"

Galactix thinks..."It is believed that Primus is the one who
'wound the clock'so to speak. And that it is he who guides our 
destinies."
Galactix says, "Not so much as a director in a play, but
more of a coach, nudging us in the proper path."

Silverbolt states, "I thought as much. I must admit, I never
gave much thought to him or some of the mytholgies that I 
may have heard. Some may feel that is blasphemy in some way. 
But I see no evidence of this 'Primus'."

Galactix nods. "Nor have I. Faith, my friend, is a powerful
thing. Though it is a matter of choice..."