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TIMESTREAM: SDF-3

  The Commander of the SuperDimensional Fortress lost his balance for the 8th time as the inertial dampers fought to compensate the relentless turbolaser barrage from the Imperial Super Star Destroyer Vindicator.  At last he rounded the corridor and entered Professor Email Lang's laboratory. 

  “Ahh Admiral Hunter, glad you are here..."

  "What is this all about Professor, I should be on the bridge!" Rick spat.

  "I knew you would be interested in this...We have just finished the preliminary tests of a new drive system.  The prototype has been mounted aboard the Ground Mobil Unit and uses a new type of propulsion - Anti-protomatter.  We are calling it the SB428 Trans-Warp-Hyperdrive: Signature B5DS9 with over and under electro-magnetic plasma conduits effectively equipping it with stealth capability."

  "We have also derived the source of that 8% power drain we encountered at Far Points back in the time loop...a place I call the plateau of Lang, also known as the Cold Waste of unknown Kadath - Part of a Lost World in the space/time continuum; where the correlation between art and science come together...on the Other Side...outside our universe, and beyond.  A area of chaotic space where the known laws of physics and nature of things are not as we conceive them to be.  A universe which might possibly parallel our own but one in which matter and energy laws do not conform to the natural order we are accustomed too.

  I am One who Deeply believes there is something horribly wrong in the multi-dimensional timestreams of the universe Admiral.  It is not just our own that is being affected.  If we take the GMU with what we have left of Robotech and Battletech mecha to this abominable place, we may find the cause and possibly the solution to righting the entire timestream phase-shift."

  "Make it so," ordered Rick as the thought of his friend Jean-Luc Picard - Perhaps there was a way out of this madness and he might see the Captain yet again.

  And with the professor started calculations for a trans-dimentional jump............

  TIMESTREAM:          INDIANA JONES AND THE TOMB OF NEPHRIN KA

  As Indy fell unto the darkness...he thought of his last connection and look of the outside world...the brazen sun gleaming off the monstrous sphinx...what huge and loathsome abnormality was the Sphinx originally carven to represent...Then Indy thought he was seeing IT...something truly horrible in the blackness of the Tomb...The Terror from Beyond Space/Time...he hoped this was all just a hallucination or a dream.

  TIMESTREAM:  FRODO AND THE NINE

            The horsemen are drawing nearer

On winged steeds they ride

They come to take your life  

On through the dead of night

With the nine Nazgul ride

Or choose your fate and die

  The Nazgul about their winged steeds laughed hysterically and Frodo felt the chill of the wind bite into him...and he could hear their voices in his head.

  And then there was a brilliant flash and the little hobbits were safe inside a dimensional anomaly.  Legolas came running up swiftly and put his hand on Frodo's shoulder. 

  "How are you my little friend?"

  But before Frodo could answer Sam was at his side..."See Master Frodo, I just knew we'd see elves again!!"

  "Yes Yes Sam....We are well Legolas, but tell me how did we get here? What happened to the Nazgul...have you scene Strider...what of Gandalf?"

  "Some of those questions we have indeed been asking ourselves my hobbit friends."  Gimli took a step forward and rested himself  upon the hilt of the large upturned battleaxe..."I'm just glad we didn't come too late."

  Legolas held the amulet in his hand - An emblem of a star, and within the points was a flaming pillar. 

  "Gandalf, who we have been unable to contact as of late, gave us these Amulets.  They allow...." The Elf was cutoff by the furry creature they brought back from Z'ha'dum...

  "Ahhhh...aha... The One... You are the One." Zathros pointed and shook his fingers and coming closer to the little hobbit...

  "Zathros has message for you Frodo ye son of Drogo...on Ye Booke of Ye Arab -Al Azif."

  Frodo had a bad feeling.........

  Zathros began speaking almost gibberish and would not stop at anything but continued on rigorously until completely out of breath...

  "Twas done then as it had been promis'd aforetime, that He was tak'n by Those Whom He Defy'd, and thrust into ye Neeh'rmost Deeps and'r ye Sea, and placed within ye barnacl'd Tower that is said to rise amidst ye great ruin that is ye Sunken Lost City known as R'lyeh, and seal'd within by ye Elder Sign, and rag'g at Those who had imprison'd Him, He furth'r incurr'd Their anger, and They descend'g upon him for ye second time, did impose upon Him ye semblance of Death, but left Him dream'g in that place under ye great waters, and return'd to that place from whence they had come, Namely, Glyu-Vho, which is among ye stars, and looketh upon Earth from ye time when ye Dagon will come ashore.  And there shall He lie dream'g forever, in His House at R'lyeh, toward which at once all His minions swam and strove against all manner of obstacles, and arrang'd themselves to wait for His awaken'g powerles to touch ye Elder Sign and fearful of its great pow'r known'g that ye Cycle returneth, and He shall be freed to embrace ye Earth again and make of it His Kingdom and defy ye Elder Gods anew.  And to His brothers it happen'd likewise, that They were tak'n by Those Whom They Defy'd and hurl'd into banishment, him Who Is Not to Be Nam'd be'g sent into Outermost space, beyond ye Stars and with ye others likewise, until ye Earth was free of Them, and Those Who Came in ye shape of Towers of Fire, return'd whence They had come, and were seen no more, and on all Earth then peace came was unbrok'n while Their minions gather'd and sought means and ways with which to free ye Old Ones, and waited while man came to pry into secret, forbidd'n places and open ye gate.'

  "Ye Old Ones, 'tis writ, they wait ev'r at ye Gate and ye Gate is all places at all times, for They know noth'g of time or place but are in all time and in all place togeth'r without appear'g to be, and there are those amongst Them which can assume divers Shapes and Featurs and any Giv'n Spae and any giv'n Face and ye Gates are open for Them ev'rywhere, but ye 1st was that which I cau'd to be op'd, Namely, in ye Tomb, and ye Weather-Top, but wher'r men sett up ye Stones and sayeth trice ye forbidd'n Words, they shall cause there a Gate to be establish'd and shall wait upon Them Who Come through ye gate, ev'n as Dhols, and ye Abomin.  Mi-Go, and ye peopl cryin Tekeli-li Tekeli-li, and ye Deep Ones and ye Gugs and ye Gaunts of ye Night and ye Shoggoths and ye Voormis and ye Shantaks which guard Kadath in ye Cold Waste and Ye Isle.  All are alike ye Children of the Elders, but ye Great Race of Yith and ye Great Olnes fail'g to agree, one with another, and boath separat'd leav'g ye Great Old Ones in possesion of ye Earth, while ye Great Race return'g from Yith took up Theire Adobe forward in Time in Earth-Land not yet known to those who travel Earth today, and their wait till there shall come again ye winds and ye Voices which drove Them forth before and That which travel with ye Winds over ye Earth and in ye spaces that are among ye Stars for'r."

  Massive amounts of drool endlessly continued to pour from the alien’s mouth but he continued on...His words becoming less and less clear as he foamed up a slobbering lather across his fur and he continued to Babel On.

  "Then shal They return and on this great Return'g shal ye Great Cthulhu be fre'd from R'lyeh beneath ye Sea and Him Who is Not To Be Nam'd shal come from his Lost City which is near ye paths of he Dead, and Shub-Niggurath shal come forth and multiply his Hideousnes and Nyarlathotep shal carry ye word to all the G'ret Old Ones and their Minions, and Cthugha shal Seek and Destroy all that oppose Him and ye blind idiot, ye noxious Azathoth shal arise from ye middle of ye World where all is Chaos and Destruction where He hath bubbl'd and blasphem'd at Ye centre which is of All Things, which is to say Infinity, and Yog-Sothoth who is ye All-in-One, and One-in-All, shal bring his glowing globes and shal walk again, and from ye black-litt'n cavern's within ye Z'ha'dum shal come Darknes and togeth'r shal take possesion of ye universe and all things, and shal prepare to do battle with ye Elder gods when ye lord of ye Great Abyss is apprised of their return'g and shal come with His Brothers to disperse ye Evil..."

  At great length the alien finally subsided after the broad shouldered Gimli took a few steps toward him.

  "Do you know what he's talking about Frodo?  We picked him up at a place called Z'ha'dum."

  "That I don't have even a clue..." answered the hobbit.

   "We best try to find Gandalf and see if he can make a thing or two of this." Legolass addressed the group while holding the amulet in his hands again.

  "Yes... Gandalf will know what to do!" Cried Merry and Pippin together.

  "The note Gandalf sent me clearly stated to meet Aragorn at Amon-Sul.  We need to wait for him," Frodo disagreed with the group.

  "With all them things running around out there...we can't go back!" the dwarf was on Legolas' side.

  "Where Frodo goes, we go," the hobbits huddled together standing their ground.

  "Very well then, to Amon Sul we shall go...Prepare your weapons and yourselves, for the Shadow grows ever darker upon Middle Earth...we leave shortly." And with that, Legolas raised his amulet and the hobbits took to a short song to help raise their spirits...

            In western lands beneath the Sun

the flowers may rise in Spring,

the trees may bud, the waters run,

the merry finches sing.

Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night

and swaying beeches bear

the Elven-stars as jewels white

amid their branching hair.

Though here at Amon-Sul I lie

in darkness buried deep,

beyond all towers strong and high,

beyond all  mountains steep,

above all Shadows rides the Sun

and Stars for ever dwell:

I will not say the Day is done,

nor bid the Stars farewell.

  TIMESTREAM:  VOYAGER

  "Clear the briefing room," Janeway addressed her top officers.  "Mr. Tuvok, I want a word with you privately please."

  She moved closer to the Vulcan whispered even though they were alone in the room.

  "Tuvok, in the past I've learned to put my full faith and trust to your logical reasoning, and whether you believe in it or not as a Vulcan - I value our friendship.  We've been thought a lot and come along way together and built an invaluable team as leaders of Voyager's crew.  We've seen some bewildering things out here alone in the delta quadrant - but nothing like our current predicament or that Entity we lost via the wormhole.  Something is not right here Tuvok and if you know something, please tell me!"

  "...what bothers me most Captain...is even with all the information that I now am recalling in my dreams...and I am still unable to ascertain..  anything definite about them.  Of all this I cannot be certain, however, I am strangely compelled to travel to a faraway world known as Z'ha'dum.  In time however, I may recall even more.  My thoughts are becoming clearer with every meditation sequence.  Beware, that even if I do recall where the planet lies in the universe, it may very well likely be such a distance that Voyager's crew could not undertake such a mission." 

  "Well, when your insight reveals something more, Tuvok, please let me in on it.  In the meantime, I think we need to learn all we can about these Borg individuals we've encountered.  There is something peculiar about them I haven't been able to figure it out yet."

  As Janeway and Tuvok left the briefing room they were confronted by young Lt. Paris leaning against the bulkhead in the corridor outside the briefing room.

  "Permission to speak candidly sir!" he quickly stood to attention.

  "This must be important Lieutenant - You've never asked for permission to speak in the past."

  "'Sir?"

  "What's on your mind, Tom?"

  "We've been wondering out here in the Delta quadrant for years now and let's face it, Voyager's barely making any progress towards home.  We've had a host of close calls out here all on our own, and after narrowly escaping that last whatever it was...well I have been talking with many of the other members of the crew and with the technological help of these Borg to enhance our own, we may have a way of finally returning home to the Alpha quadrant."

  "B'elanna and I along with a neurolink with 7 of 9 to their collective have completed a new containment field for the warp core.  It can infinitely boost our warp field by instantaneously folding and defolding space.  We have a model of engineering with the modifications down in the holodeck, and it works!"

  Janeway looked to Tuvok - who cocked an eyebrow.  And Janeway swore she almost saw the Vulcan smile. 

  "Most intriguing... May I have a look at it."

  The communicator on Janeway's uniform whistled interrupting them. 

  "Astrometrics to Captain Janeway." 

  It was Seven of Nine.

  "Go ahead Seven."

  "Long range sensors are picking up a temporal variance, possibly the worm hole we passed through into this region.  I have tied Voyager's sensor array into the ship surrounding us to boost our signal.  The anomaly is approximately 800,000 KM in circumference at this time, but what is even more intriguing is the area of space we are now in.  It is not registering or conforming to known geometric laws.  It is chaotic to describe it in one word.  Always changing.  I request your presence to further analyze this phenomenon...I believe there is a connection between it and these Borg hybrids.

  "On my way...Tuvok, please have a look at Mr. Paris's holodeck invention.  It sure would be great to adapt their device to our technology - assuming they eventually 'grow up' and let their mother leave... I'll catch up with you all later."

  And with that she hurried off like Delin down the Corridor.

  TIMESTREAM:  INDY/KIRK

  In the distance, the waning moon continued to cast ominous and unholy Shadows in the autumn twilight....

  As the spectral beams reflected off Indiana, Kirk noticed the Grey in his hair for the first time.

  "Can you hear it?" asked Kirk.

  "Hear what, Bug-Shashh?" Indy listened to the hush of the trees and to the occasional songs of the whippoorwills.

  "All I hear is the wind brushing the branches and leaves.  We are alone now Kirk."

  "No.  They are out there...They'll bleed your mind!  I can hear them calling...the frayed ends of sanity...can't you hear them calling me...  From the outside..."

  Black helicopters suddenly loomed into view and hovered about the small clearing in the woods making almost no rotor noise, and intense beams were directed down at the two men on the forest ground.  Several ropes descended, and camouflaged troopers speedily repelled out of the aircraft.  As the men approached, Indy noted the Delta Green patch and emblem on the sleeve.  You want to come with us Dr. Jones.  A couple of FBI agents need to speak with you.

  "I know," replied Indy and Kirk gave him another dumfounded look as he was completely unaware of the mental Force projections he was receiving from Scully.  "But first I need to retrieve an important book from my home."

  The chopper crew made a short stop in the front lawn of Indy's pad, arriving and departing without a sound, and soon Kirk found himself airborne again in the cramped crew compartment of the helicopter.  Indiana had brought along his cat, and Kirk found nothing humorous watching it hiss and arch its back at him.  Abruptly, the animal launched itself at the special book of Indy's he was holding, and began clawing and pawing at it ferociously for no apparent reason. 

  Startled, and without warning gusty winds from the unenclosed sides of the chopper blew the thin pages of the papyrus it was written on open...The ancient manuscript was yellowed in color, and the unusual texture of the print suggested something entirely alien...glancing at the hieroglyphs and other strange writing around the borders, the age and origins of the parchment could not be guessed...what dark secrets were possibly held within Kirk did not wish to know, but as the rush of pictograms and unfamiliar symbols flashed across his vision, Kirk began loosing his sense of time, or even who he was.  Indeed he felt on the very verge of dementia or borderline schizophrenia...it was as if his mind was being pulled from multiple directions...

  A rush of memories, past, present, and future availed his thoughts, and his mind tried to comprehend some............

  A great battle.............immense ships and fighters...dueling in Mortal Combat around Twycross...all of it reminding Kirk of another place, another time when an unknown entity had invaded the Enterprise NCC1701.  A Force fueled itself on the hatred and violence it stirred and created.  The pandemonium which filled the Enterprise and corrupted the crewmen with endless fighting, great mockery and feelings of malice, spite, and animosity of humans against Klingons.  The larger picture of race against race.............................Perhaps this alien they encountered was one in the same as someone or something seemed fixed on continuing to escalate the conflict in the Inner Sphere...bright lights were all around him now....evil enveloped his thoughts and poured through his memories...

  He could hear Them again...voices in his head, "If you go to Z'ha'dum, you will die...Drums...Do you hear the Drums?  Drums in the deep...."

  Things just weren't making sense.........his consciousness was failing...  was this dream or reality?

  STORYLINE: ACKBAR

  Admiral Ackbar stepped up to the podium to speak to the newly formed alliance of good and evil.  As he walked his webbed feet making wet slopping sounds upon the deck. 

  X-wing, and Tie fighter pilots stood side by side in the crowded assembly hall listening intently for there was something at stake here greater than the sum of all the mutual hatred each side felt towards each other.  Commander Antilles with Rogue Squadron set aside their differences as they mingled with the Imperials' Aces.  The force seemed to cast an aura about the Admiral and he threw his voice so that all could hear. The room became quiet as the Mon Calmari started to speak.

  "Never is it to be thought that man is either oldest or last of the Masters of Universe; nay, nor that the great'r part of life and substance travel alone.  The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be.  Not in the spaces known to us, but between them, They travel calm and primal, of no dimensions, and to us unseen.  Yog-Sothoth knows the gate, for Yog-Sothoth is the gate.  Yog-Sothoth is the key and the guardian of the gate.  Past, present, future-what has been, what is, what will be, are all one in Yog-Sothoth.  He knows where the Old Ones broke through of old, and where They shall break through in time to come until the Cycle is complete.  He knows why no one can behold Them as They travel.  Sometimes men can know Them by Their smell, which is strange, and like unto a creature of great age, but of Their semblance no man can know, save seldom in features of those They have begotten on mankind, which are awful to behold, and trice awful are Those who sired them, yet of those Offspring there are divers kinds, in likeness greatly differing from man's truest image and fairest of that shape without sight or substance which is Them.  They travel unseen, they travel foul in lonely places where the Words have been spoken and the Rites howled through at Their Seasons, which are in the blood and differ from the seasons of man.  The winds gibber with Their voices, the eons of time mutters with Their consciousness.  They bend space.  They move through time.  They crush all before them, behold the hand that smites.  Kadath in the cold waste knows for but Kadath is but one key.  The ice desert of the South and the sunken isles of Ocean hold stones whereon Their seal is engraven, but who has seen the deep frozen city of the sealed tower long garlanded with seaweed and barnacles?  Great Cthulhu is Their cousin, yet can he spy Them only dimly.  As foulness shall They be known to the race of man.  Their hands are at the throats of men forever, from beginning of known time to end of time known, yet none sees Them; and Their habitation is even one with the guarded threshold."

  "Yog-Sothoth is the key to the gate whereby the spheres meet.  Man rules now where once They ruled; soon They shall rule again where man rules now.  After summer is winter, and after winter summer.  They wait patient and potent, fore here shall They reign again, and at Their coming again none shall dispute Them and all shall be subject to Them.  Those who know of the gates shall be impelled to open the way for Them and shall serve Them as They desire, but those who open the way unwitting shall know but a brief while thereafter."

  Every man and alien in the room was glued to the sound of Ackbar's every word for the apprehension of evil, terror, dismay, and fear of the unknown hovered in the room like the mist about a bog...

  "With the vital information contained in this R2 unit...."  his voice trailed off as R2D2 rolled down a narrow isle beeping and chipping a series of tones never before heard.

  As he reached the stage a hologram projector from the droid came online.  Appearing first was a multicolored spectrum of waves and flickering... finally an image could be scene.  A man in an oversized brown cloak or robe...with the cowl drawn up around the head effectively shadowing the face in mystery.

  From the audience Luke noticed the weapon hanging from about the holovids waist - an ancient Jedi weapon...and now for the first time he knew at once who the hooded figure before him was.  The first time he had seen the holo' on the Enterprise D he hadn't caught sight of it.  Indeed, most of the message hadn't made sense then.  Now however, after their anomalous presence in the Inner Sphere, and Ackbar's talk, things were becoming frighteningly clear.  As the glossy figure continued speaking, Luke also took in the disarray on the outlines of the image...Much of the stained glass windows behind the man were broken out, and in the distance a city looked like it had been through a holocaust.  Buildings continued to burn, and smoke headers protruded and plumed up, creating a dirty cloud which hung about the city loathing blasphemously, behaving like a sentient presence of unfathomable evil and dread.

  The figure was mixing his speech between Common and Elvish at best Luke could make out, and began prophesying of a place in space and time hidden amidst Shadows so vile and terrible that its very existence named unnamable.  Worlds and lives which would be lost and destroyed to bring together the Great Army...And of the world which was the gate to the Outside.  The Jedi thought of the Battle at Twycross and the original face-off against Thrawn and the Vindicator.  Then there was talk of a place where all things would eventually come together, and of an ancient art conjured by a black magician....Ackbar narrated part of the hologram which seemed now to be muted...

  "We have been able to determine that the playing of the following part of this holo transmission causes a gate to be opened and a dimensional anomaly to be formed...(See Message #204)...this abnormality in space also causes ripples in the time continuum.  Listen to this excerpt..." The voicing to the holo was again Engaged.  

"To bring up Yogge-Sothothe thou shalt wait upon the sun in the eighth house, with Saturn in trine; then shault thou draw the pentagram of fire, saying the 42'd verse thrice repeating which causeth the Thing to breed in the Outside Spaces beyond the gate, of which Yogge-Sothothe is the Guardian...

He hath all knowlege; he knoweth where the Old Ones came through in the aeons past, and he knoweth where they will break through again.  Past, present, future -all are one in him  Ah, ah!- The smell, the smell!! Ai! Ai! Nyarlathotep.....

Whenever thou wouldst call forth Those from Outside, thou must mark well the seasons and times in which the spheres do intersect and the influences that flow from the void...

Thou must observe the cycle of the Moon, the movements of the planets, the Sun's course through the Zodiac and the rising of the constellations....

In his house at R'lyeh - in his great house and R'lyeh - He lies not dead, but sleeping..........Supplicate Great Cthulhu only at Hallowmas Eve when the Sun abides within the House of the Scorpion and Orion riseth.  When All Hallows falls within the cycle of the new Moon the power shall be the strongest........

The droid continued playing the holo projection giving general precautions, instructions, ways and means with which to defy the extradimentional beings of space/time and dark powers Ackbar spoke of.

  "And to conclude," the admiral picked up as the message audio faded out again..."These Gates are scattered across the multiverse.....many of them tapping energies and beings more powerful than a billion suns combined........Spanning through this infinite cOntinuum fate will undoubtedly attempt to play its hand..........the signs for altering the future will soon present themselves.....we must be ready......................."

  TIMESTREAM:  BABYLON 5

The War Council was still in session. G'Kar was still pleading to the representatives of the alliance and to the races in the league of non-aligned worlds.

  "There is a correlation between the Shadows and mysterious appearance of the Excelsior in our space.  He took out a small bas-relief about eight inches tall, all black depicting an octopoid monster with a cephalopod head adorned with multiple tentacles.  The reaction from the crowd told G'kar he definitely had their attention now, he obviously wasn't the only one having the visions.  The figure was a depiction of nightmare........complete with a great pair of wings and massive claws protruding from its talons......

  "There is a focal point to all of our dreams...the Elders, the First Ones, and that area of time/space is known as Z'ha'dum.  Our friends aboard Excelsior have gone there on a mission.  I feel something dreadful will come upon them."

  Delin stood and took G'kars side.  "We have had a warning from our Lady of the Wood.  Things are not always as they seem.  We must warn Excelsior.  She took the scroll given to her by Lord Aragorn and read aloud.  

"The key to the great mystery before lies at a place of doom, hidden deep in Shadow, a place known a Z'ha'dum.  It is frightfully clear that something truly horrible is lurking there...something which seems to have tangible existence - a vastly secret primal knowledge of sinister proportions - having patterns traced eons into the past, and threatening now to impede ages into the future, a malign evil sentience which even now is alive in Shadows, biding time to strike forth and overwhelm the universe..."

  ...time passes...

  The members of the council filed out, and Captain Sheridan was left in the room with Ivanana.

  "Get the fleet together...of every ship, whatever there creed, aliens or humans, mundanes or telepaths...we're going out there....................."

  Silhouetting Babylon 5 the Membari war cruisers filled the view ports with their massive bulk.  The White Star fleet was also taking up positions...The Narn were also there with what was left of their fleet as well as the Centauri Republic.  Earth of this dimension was represented by the Agamemnon with Captain Sheridan at the helm.

  "All Ships," Sheridan announced over the comm-link.  "Prepare to enter the jump gate on my mark..........mark."

  With that command, the diverse array of ships jumped along a strand of time and space, hurdling themselves toward one all encompassing cosmic event...........

  TIMESTREAM: LOST WORLD

  The temporal aftershocks from Gandalf the Grey's travels created upheavals in a multitude of timestreams...Captain Kirk's timeline was to be altered yet again...his consciousness was floating freely between alternate timelines.

  The speaker crackled in the room above his bed.  The restraints were still cutting off the circulation to his legs and hands.  Nearby a nurse whistled sweetly in the hallway.  It was all however disquieting familiar.

  Dr. Blair...Dr. Blair...Dr J Hamilton.  Dr. J Hamilton.

  The footsteps were getting louder and the heels click-clocked on the tiled floor.

  The door to his padded room was unlocked, and he could smell her strongly scented perfume as she neared.

  Wishing to he could see her, his vision yearned, but it was gone, for They had taken it from him aboard Their spacecraft...Their infamous lab experiments...They were responsible for this...this madness...

  Kirk started yelling out again, hoping, yearning, begging someone would believe his story...

   "I'm the farthest man from home!  Nyarlathotep is coming!

  "Its 10 minutes past curfew, why are you still up?"

  Kirk disregarded her routine questions and began shouting, yelling, screaming and crying...

  "I've had enough, and I want out!!  Find Skywalker!  Find Jones!  They'll know what to do!  Ia!!  Ia!!  Sub-Niggurath!  The Black Goat of the Woods is come!  Cthulhu Ftagn!  I'm not insane!  You must listen to me."

  "Hello...eeellooo...perhaps you need another shot..."

...that should do it."

  "Sweet dreams...you bastard."

  His head started to swirl and he heard Their voices in his head...

  "Kill Her"

  "Kill Scully?"

  "She's a risk..........And get the Bishop as well.................."

  "............I remember now.

I remember how it started

I can't remember yesterday

I only remember doing.

What they told me

Told me

Told me..."

  The vision hit Kirk like a punch...somewhat of a dream, a kind of alternate reality...Bewitched words seemed to summon enchanted images...

               Welcome to where time stands still

               No one leaves and no one will

               Moon is full, never seems to change

               Just labeled mentally deranged

               Dream the same things every night

               Seeing freedom in my sight

               No locked doors, no windows barred

               No things make my brain seemed scarred

               Sleep my friend and you will see

               That dream is my reality

               They keep me locked up in this cage

               Can't they see it's why my brain says rage

               In this Sanitarium...

               Leave me be!!!

               Just leave me alone...........

               Build my fear of what's out there.

               Cannot breathe the open air

               Whisper things in to my brain

               Assuring me that I'm insane.

               They think our heads are in their hands

               But violent use brings violent plans

               Keep him tied it makes him well

               He's getting better can't you tell

               No more can they keep us in

               Listen dammit we will win

               They see it right

               They see it well

               But They think this saves us from our hell...

  Kirk was flying... it was unbelievable...overwhelming...astonishing...  high in the air the sun caste his Shadow upon the ground as he flew over the familiar terrain below...The view below was absolutely baffling....  He was in the Lost World again...great beasts roamed the area...to his left he saw herds of sauropods brilliantly coloured like butterflies, and other duckbilled reptiles grazing upon a knoll...to his right huge brachiosaurs were using their long necks to pull off leaves and branches high up into trees while bathing themselves in a swampy area.  Far off he could make out a creature resembling a tiger with great fangs viciously clawing at the edge of a tar pit as it sunk lower and lower the harder it struggled.

  Then through the forest area in front of them charged one dinosaur which was unmistakable...a Tyrannosaurus...it was chasing a smaller animal...deja vu struck again.  In fact this time he was sure it was real....  Multicolored humanoids were silhouetted against the lush green forest vegetation.  Hiding behind a group of ferns and boulders Kirk could see his crew...from the past, the future, a memory, a dream?  Spock in his blue science officer tunic... Scotty in bright red... even Sulu and HIMSELF in gold...concealment in the foliage?  They stuck out like crazy... what the heck were they trying to do hiding there from the monstrous dinosaur?

  As his mind/body consciousness past over the area he tried to get their attention...yelling out to them and flapping his arms wildly in an attempt to lower himself to the ground... whatever purpose this dreamworld held or whatever reality it was, however, clearly was not going to let him interfere with scene unfolding below...

  Kirk traveled down a maelstrom of unknowns...his vision blurring, clearing and sometimes blacking out completely leaving him in darkness... For a split instant, Kirk thought he felt himself running into a triangular shaped structure -A pylon, and confronting one of the manlizards...but no, his perceptions swirled again conjuring up creatures seemingly lurking on the edge of the dreamscape and all at once he glimpsed one of the dreaded moon beasts....

  Up, and up now, rising skyward...to unknown Kadath, the cold waste.  He ascended towards the summit, and a great city now came into view....  ...From the Ariel perspective...deserted, and abandoned long ago...the alignment of stones and huge boulders along its outskirts reminded Kirk of some sort of beacon...perhaps even the Nazca plane he studied in Ancient Earth Civilizations class at Starfleet Academy...The journey continued over the city...and a large mountain range began to form in the distance.  As his speed increased, so did height.  Funny...he thought...  temperature seemed to be the same as it did near ground level... hot, humid and very uncomfortable.    What!!  Are my eyes playing tricks? Is this    

really real? Now it began to snow!! The legendary snowmen were out there somewhere...he was sure of it, as the presence of those abominable mi-go could omnisciently be felt. 

  Rising and rising, the snow capped mountain tops could be seen...as he neared the pinnacle, he saw row upon row of cyclopean bas-reliefs of gargoyles watching as sentinels to the snowy slopes and virgin landscape...battlements and a castle unlike any other... monstrous crafts of high masonry undoubtedly not carved by any human hand...the dimensional properties of this concrete jungle of structures ate at his soul unjustly.

  With an abrupt change of direction, he was now descending again...spiraling down cascading, and spinning wildly...following along a smoke trail into a nameless depth of horror...Then he noticed a hideous circle of torches around a great pillar of flame, and as the distance closed, he began feeling the vibrations from rhythmic drumbeats in his chest.

  Ghoulish hybrids writhed and pranced in harmonic circular motions around burning monoliths which reached skyward toward the aura of the forbidden and ancient cold wastelands, stretching into the borealis and the infinity beyond....

  There was no discerning reasons for the movements or their frenzied teetering and gibberish moans emitting from their fish shapen mouths...

  Closer now...the chantings could be heard...  

"O friend and companion of night, thou who rejoicest in the baying of Ones and spilt blood, who wonderest in the midst of Shadows among tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror to mortals.  Through the blackness, and Darkside of triple moons, look favorable on our sacrifices!"

  He lost consciousness...as dark voids and madness overcame him in this lucid state of reality, yet the dream cycle began anew in this strangeland of no end...no beginning...His altered and chaotic mind beckoned for freedom in this realm of infinite dimensions where Shadows haunted memories with thoughts of sentient blackness...

  TIMESTREAM: FIRESTORM

  The ephemeral tempest of space/time opened and as expected the Bridge crew was in disarray.  On the Enterprise-B main view screen was Captain Kirk of the other Enterprise -NCC 1701-A.  They only had seconds to pull off this gambit before hell broke loose.

  A bearded old man clad in a sheer white cloak announced with staff held high in the air!

  "I am servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Nor.  You cannot pass.  The dark fire will not avail You, flame of Anor.  Go back to the Shadow!  Go back to Z'ha'dum.  You cannot pass!"

  The Wizard had arrived along with Frodo son of Drogo...Aragorn son of Arathorn, Grimly son of Gloin, Legolas of the Elves, and a host of others from Middle Earth...Hyuj, Q, were also present, and even Enick of the Sleestack! 

  "There can be only one true fate here..." Frodo announced calmly.

  In Frodo’s hand was a gleaming silver trapazhedron.

  Aragorn drew himself up and held the sword of Elendil high above his head.  A blade once broken, but now forged anew...the bridge doors opened and as the horrible and repulsive multi-tentacled creatures and pseudo hybrids squirmed, oozed, teetered, and scurried out...All weapons were drawn, and they prepared for a gruesome hand-to-hand conflict...for they were here to keep Kirk and his crew from becoming a lacerated heap of mindless bleeding flesh.

  Simultaneously, the sorcerer began speaking Elvish words no doubt conjuring up a spell... a wind seemed to pick up on the bridge from out of no where, for this Kind of Magic was inherently evil.  A massive red globe of cracking energy shimmered forth, the and the necromancer began casting fireballs across time and through the void of space and Cthulhu smoked and burned...

  (Don't ask me...I just started writing mindlessly and this is what came out...)