They were a reptile kind of hybrid, with body lines suggesting sometimes the crocodile, sometimes the seal, but more often nothing of which I can even accurately describe.  In size they approximated a small humanoid, and their fore-legs bore delicate and evident feet curiously like hands and fingers, but webbed.  Strangest of all were their heads, which presented a contour violating all known biological principles.  To nothing can such things be well-compared -with the cat, the bulldog, the mythic Satyr, or the human being.  Only the I'lldulbians of Tau Ceti III have so colossal and prominent a forehead, yet the horns and the noselessness and the alligator-like jaw place these things outside all established categories.  I find myself wondering if the mystic moons of this world are responsible for these creatures transition.  There are known legends of moonlight turning normally wholesome beings into insane creatures which live to drive others mad...do these moons of Z'ha'dum really possess such power, or is it all just...lunacy?

-Excerpt, Ensign Tuvoks personal log

 U.S.S. Excelsior.

  Captain Sulu wiped his brow with the sleeve of his uniform tunic leaving a dark line of soot smeared across is already Blackened face.

  The landing had been a rough one, much rougher than even he had anticipated. 

  Sections of hull were scattered about the landscape as he surveyed the area about the ship from a few hundred meters away.  Similar parties were scouting the land with tricorders as the ship's main sensors were inaccessible...the entire bridge section was imbedded into an outcropping of bedrock.  Sulu's 'baby' was a complete wreck...She would never fly again.

  Luckily transporter chief O'Mally somehow managed to route all remaining power through the pattern buffers and beamed all personnel onto the surface just prior to the ship's crash landing...What was left of Excelsior's Skeleton Crew would be commemorated if they ever got off this planet, or whatever this strange celestial body passed for. 

  The dry heat of the environment was almost unbearable, and the sun was already down.  Sulu ripped the sleeves off completely from his tattered shirt.  He couldn't imagine how hot it must get during midday.  Night was falling fast, and with the roaring and howling of unknown beasts in the distance, and by the looks of a maimed, rotting carcass lying nearby, shelter would be their most immediate priority. 

  Three iridescent, wicked looking full moons hung low on the horizon betwixt belching volcanoes which shook the ground as they erupted and spewed forth a never-ending flow of lava and ash.  He had a strange, insufferable, dismal feeling he couldn't quite place, like something out of a bad dream, and the inescapable impression of impending doom assaulted his olfactory senses with subliminal thoughts he couldn’t wholly comprehend. 

  * * *

His team was going back to the ship...hopefully some power could be restored and some areas of the ship still habitable.  As he made his way toward the main hull section through the forest wildland, his feet became tangled in some underbrush, and he fell face first into an outgrowth of ferns.  Their uniqueness intrigued him, and he suddenly felt a sense of deja vu...and to top off his confusion, Sulu realized upon closer inspection, he was standing waist deep in the midst of a monstrous footprint.  Its width was just over 10 feet across.  Whatever great beast made these tracks, it clearly had the ability to move through the thick tree trunks of the jungle like he did over plain grass.  They would no doubt be ill adept at evading creatures such as these should they return.

  ...before long his party had finally made it to the largest section of the ship which looked cracked open like an egg.  Black billowing smoke continued to pour out of the bulkheads...bubbling and melting areas of the ship's outer skin were still glowing red hot from its descent through the atmosphere.  Large areas of timber in the vicinity burned and smoldered as flames and super heated gases vented from severed warp conduits which lit up an orange-blue Hue like a beacon through the evening darkness.

  It would be awhile before they could enter this fragment of the ship.

  Suddenly, almost expectantly, from somewhere deep within the forest surrounding them, sounded a piercing cry like that of some nocturnal carnivore.  The shriek rose until it matched the shrill pitch of the wind, hanging momentarily like some newfound intelligence, and then fading away into a lost echo..............

  Damn it...isn't anything going to go right?  Sulu whispered to himself.  As a leader he would not let his crew know the doubt and distress he felt about their circumstances.  He found himself wondering why the 'Shadow' ships orbiting the planet they narrowly escaped from hadn't finished them off.  How will we ever get back home? And home to what? I don't even know where we are now? We're trapped in time, surrounded by evil, and imprisoned within this unforgiving jungle.  Drowning in a sea of despair, his will finally broke and he dropped to the ground on his knees bringing the crew following behind to an unexpected halt.  The entire calamity was becoming ever graver since the ship's arrival into uncharted space, and this unearthly place known as Z'ha'dum, and he had the sick, inept feeling of terrible dread that something infinitely worse was yet to come....

Orbiting Z'ha'dum, multiple jumpgates and space/time folds opened alluding to a mass of vessels and fleets from all across the macrocosm of space.  The Shadows of Z'ha'dum tormented the inferior ships with their glowing death beams, as the semblance of good tried to fathom the situation's chaos and madness.  Brilliant explosions lit up the blackness of space as ships whirled and corkscrewed in attempts to evade the punishing enemy fire, for they knew one blast resolved their eminent destruction.

  "Ivanova, do sensors show Excelsior anywhere out there in that bloodbath?" Sheridan asked from the command bridge while desperately trying to coordinate the offensive.  His eyes darted back and forth between a three-dimensional laser-generated image of the task force icons before him and a series of smaller flat-screen monitors showing various 'waterfall' displays of current tactical data flowing in from other areas of the fleet.

  "Negative sir, no signs," his 'number one' answered while she herself hastily scanned a secondary set of instrument panels which ran about the circumference of the bridge deck.

  "Scan for her transponder signature...let's hope not, but it's possible She's already been destroyed."  Sheridan finished his sentence and managed a hasty glance out a porthole, and immediately couldn't help but turn his attention back toward the holographic representation of the coalition's battle plan before him...Another Star Destroyer had just blossomed into a massive fireball as the Shadow energy beams ignited its power reactor and fuel reservoirs.

  "Helm! Bring'er hard about...roll our broadsides...All guns, fire at will!"  Sheridan barked.  The effect was deadly; in an attempt to bring a larger number of batteries into service, the action equally made the warship more vulnerable herself.  Seconds later the Agamemnon shook and contorted like a gaffed fish as Shadows poured volley after volley of super-intense energy into her hull.

  A tongue of flame riding a probable ammunition explosion burst forth through the main access corridor and onto the bridge.  The shockwave from the liftshaft blew Sheridan backwards across the holotank as the entire deck pitched.  His body was hurled against a steel railing and he heard a dull, painful crunch while hanging suspended for instant before sliding mercifully to the floor as the gravity generators kicked back in.  Dimly aware of the seriousness of his injuries, and still in a daze from the stun of his impact he looked for Ivanova among the hanging and sparking power conduits to shout more useless orders.

  The Shadow ships seemed to be almost playing with them.  What evil Force controlled their movements Sheridan and the others yearned to know, and to learn the answer to the mysterious and Forgotten Realm of Z'ha'dum; the focal point, and the gate of the universe to the Outside.  

  The communicator chirped.

  "Tuvok to Captain Sulu."

  Sulu flipped his communicator open, it was about time for the scouting parties to check in.

  "Go ahead Ensign."

  "A winged creature of some sort has just flown over us...something very much like the Sphinx of your Earth...but with a semi-canine face.  We followed it for some time sir, and we've been lead to a very interesting artifact.  A small stone dwelling which has multi-dimensional properties.  It is shaped like a pyramid, only much smaller.  From the outside the structure looks as if it will fit several humanoids however we have found an entrance, and its insides are quite vast.  We are attempting to explore its contents, but the interior seems to change with time sir.  It is laid out much like a labyrinth, a maze of stone corridors.  Two crewmen have already been lost.  We are unable to make contact with them.  Strange, utterly rancid creatures seem to appear, and disappear throughout the passages.”

  “The airborne creature is now attempting to hound and corral us...The lifeform is not registering on our tricorder, although we are reading high levels of chronoton particles.  What are your orders?" 

  "Pylons..." the thought came to Sulu as he said it aloud over the open comm-link.

  "Sir?"

  "Stand by, Ensign.  I have seen what you are describing before.  Send me your coordinates...I'm on my way.  Sulu out."

  In a distorted, tangled mess of images flooding Sulu's mind, he somehow recalled an arcane memory from his debriefings after the Grey war...a description of the dreaded Nazgul...Was the creature Tuvok described a Black rider? And how and why was it leading them to a pylon?  Could there really be Nazgul here at Z'ha'dum, or was this winged specter some other abomination of unspeakable evil?

  Chewie took the Falcon into a spin and dove for cover behind one of Z'ha'dum's moons.  The beam sizzled off the top mounted sensor equipment. 

  The wookie gave off a roar and continued the maneuver.

  "Too close!" agreed Han as he punched more flashing lights on the nav-panel. 

  Shadow ships didn't misfire too often...but either way, in the wake of the Falcon's evasive maneuvers a Mon Calmari battleship was too slow to escape the beam.  The bulbous ship was severed precisely down its center, spewing atmosphere and lighting up space with secondary explosions.

Kirk stumbled and fell...As he looked up, his mind was not seeing clearly.  He gazed about unbelievably at the cyclopean stone blocks surrounding the area and at the dizzying height of the stupefying monolith before him.  The vast angles and surfaces were too great to belong to any thing right and proper for his universe.  The horrible images and hieroglyphs were abnormal, non-Euclidean, and suggested some terrible reality apart from Earth's dimension. 

Kirk struggled to his feet and clambered over slippery titan, oozy blocks which were carven from no mere mortals hand.  At first glance the crazy elusive rock angles showed concavity when after second showed convexity.  He saw Chekov go down again.  The geometry of the place was all-wrong.  A slopping sound drew his attention towards the hybrids which rhythmically continued their baying and prancing and all at once Kirk could not be sure the ground was even horizontal anymore.  The drum sounds continued to increase madly as large femur bones were driven home over and over.  Many of his crew were being carried off now…bodies mostly stripped of their skin.  Like wild animals they were strung upside down by their arms and legs, and bound to large branches with tribal savages tending each end.

His vision blurred...he blinked, and the haze worsened.  From a far he thought he could make out a redheaded female who was securely lashed to a cluster of larger rock formations.  Her supernatural beauty called out to his psyche as she struggled free herself.  Hearing her cries, he began moving towards the voice's direction...Her tone increased wildly as a great leviathan emerged from its deep abode.  The feast began as the thing indulged the sacrifice of the young maiden and made itself known.

A tremendous shadow masked his own as the living Mountain of Madness burst forth from its eon-long imprisonment.  If not for his starry eyes complete insanity would have taken him as the prismatic distortion moved in such a way that all the rules of matter and perspective were utterly upset, and Kirk wasn't even sure what was real anymore.  The aperture was black with a darkness almost material, and the odor emanating from the newly opened depths was intolerable as it assaulted the captain from flapping membranous wings.

The monstrosity that was Cthulhu lumbered slobberingly into sight and squeezed its gelatinous green immensity though the cave entrance...The living members of his captured crew began to perish of pure fright as the Thing cannot wholly be described--for there is no language explaining such abysms of shrieking terror, or such contradictions of all matter, force and cosmic order.  Great Cthulhu was loose again, and began his prophesied Descent flopping down over gigantic stone slabs, and releasing massive geological upheavals with his continuous disproportionate movement.

Then there was a bright flash and Kirk thought he recognized the familiar guise of his fair weathered wizard friend - the figure took its place before the distorted image of the Great Old One. 

“You cannot pass!!  I am a servant of the secret fire, return from whence thou came unholy creature.  You cannot pass!!"

The tiny figure raised its arms and staff high into the air and for a second seemed to be swallowed up by the surrounding masonry as the acute angles to which the megalithic stone blocks were inhumanly carved behaved as though they were obtuse.

The miniature figure turned its head...“Kirk!  This may seem like a dream but there are different states of being, dreaming and waking, real and unreal…complete your mission…and Fly!  The enemy is upon us!”

Stunned, Kirk was unable to fully comprehend the inconceivable scene unfolding around him.  The star-spawn creature's flabby claws reached towards the wizard like Death's apprentice, and the indescribable babblings of the sleestack chants threatened to overwhelm what remained of his traumatized mind...He closed both eyes, and decided to let fate reveal his Lost Destiny...

"Wedge, several Shadow vessels have broken formation and are heading towards the planet." Announced General Calrissian over the comm-link.  "We need Rogue squadron to take them out."

"Aiee... Commander... we're on it," Wedge replied in between the heavy breaths through his newly adapted neuro-helmet.

Rogue squadron was already committed to another engagement and was taking heavy fire. Disengaging now was almost impossible without suffering casualties...but then again that's why they were Rogue Squadron - called upon when most hopes had faltered...to do the impossible.

Rarely was Wedge this on edge...even throughout all his daring and quite successful assignments...but this time he had reason to be.  The Mission broadcast from R2D2 was incomplete at best, but then again, if Luke had really gone into the past to try and warn them in the future....The paradox was overwhelming his senses and his reflexes were slowing. 

If R2 was right though...they were here to change the future, R2's chronologs had been dated, and were shown to be decades older than the droids original creation date.  He wasn't sure what to believe anymore...  This...  was...insane...it WAS  madness...

"Rogues 3-8, form up on my wing.... several Shadow vessels have broken off of the main group and are converging on the planet below...follow me in."

"Roger Rogue leader..."  "R4 Copies..."  "Rogue 8 disengaging, on my way..."

Rogue One dove for the planet's surface after the multi-tendraled sinister black ship before him.  "Loosen up!  Stay Sharp!  Watch for enemy fighters on our six..."

"Divert all power to your engines.  Shields are useless against those energy weapons.  Rogue 6, cut across their axis and try and draw their fire!"

"Wedge, with all the power channeled will we be able to transfer energy to weapons in time?"

"If we don't take out those Shadows before they reach the planet we're all doooo-ooo-omeed..." Wedge's last word seemed to rattle out as his ship rocked from the planet's gravitation.

  "We're paaassssing throooougghhh theee maaaaggneeetic fieeeld..."

  "Sulu to Tuvok, please come in!" Sulu tried to sound calm, although desperately out of breath as he and his team made their way toward Tuvok's last known position. 

  Night had befallen the land, and the unsettling moons were full in the sky, their brightness casting blasphemous shadows upon the darkened forestlands.  Deafening roars could be felt as the earth shook around them, and they began to hear human cries for help and phaser fire up ahead.  Headway was slow through the extreme foliage, but at least they were getting closer. 

  In the darkness, one of his crewman suddenly stumbled across a Starfleet issue boot, abhorridly with a human foot still encased in its protective shell.  No one said a word, as the noises of the jungle became alive with the realization that the rest of the leg and body were assuredly torn by some great force with cruel and malicious intent.  The chloroform smell of the land was replaced by something pungent, decaying and all together foul to the nostrils.  Nearby the upper torso section of the man was located, and unfortunately the identity of the body remained unknown as the head had been caved in like a rotten pumpkin.

  "Captain Sulu."

  Finally... it was Tuvok.

  "We are pinned down approximately 100 meters of our last position.  I am sending the new coordinates now.  Several of the winged creatures have returned, as well as other rather large beas..."

  Tuvok was unable to complete his sentence as yet another foul creature out of the elusive night ripped the communicator from his hands, and thus began a prehistoric game of deadly conflict; survival of the fittest...with the serenity of the timber wildland quickly upset, all of his team were now forced to contest their very existence whilst being engulfed in the primitive Bloodsport that was the hunt.

  Sulu's crew found themselves in death's grip...An uncountable number of the colossal beasts had closed on their position.  As the crewmen next to him was picked up in the jaws of some creature, Sulu instantly recognized its massive hulk.  A Dinosaur - a Tyrannosaurus... deja vu.  This had happen before.  That time pylon had to be the key.

  Sulu drew his phaser that was only functioning mysteriously at half its intended power level, and pinpointed a laser beam into the big beasts eye.

  It dissolved into a gooey mess, but did nothing to slow the thing down, and instead only served to enrage it more.

  The Jurassic monster clamped down on the screaming, helpless crewmen.  The beast shook its giant maw ripping the man apart,  and continued to chew and chomp on the body, rupturing organs, tearing them open, spewing guts and wrapping intestines around already blood splattered teeth from a previous kill.  The gore was endless as its tail swung about, and with sharp whips and smacks it disgustingly mangled all nearby crewman, bisecting several of their weak frames completely in two.

  He saw Rand crawling towards him, reaching out with flailing arms only to be feverishly picked apart by four score smaller dinosaurs of no more than knee high size.  Her screams were masked only by the delightful squeals and screeching of the bird like reptiles, and he watched in shock as they tore chunks of flesh from her body and ate her alive.

  Other meat eaters took down the men around him as they were bogged down in the thickness of the steamy jungle.  Sickle sharp talons cut through them as they attempted to flee, and the greenery of the land was appallingly bathed in a sea of red as his crew's heads were sliced in half like ripe melons.  Several two story high creatures fought and snapped at each others great maws as the mutilated bodies were tossed like rag dolls through the air only to be shredded further by the smaller scavengers scampering lower to the ground.

  Sulu felt powerless, it was as if some horrible amusement park ride had come alive...out of the corner of his vision he could make out another massive form whirling atop a security officer, raking downward with claws sharp as swords, and he could hear the moans, and the man's body being torn wide open like the vintage sound of a watermelon being sliced.  The beasts were on the prowl, ruthlessly killing everyone without a phaser...another crewman was pulled into thick forest by a group of pack hunters, where his belly was made into a filet.  They came at Sulu now wanting more prey for it was the ontological nature of the beast...

  He managed a hasty glance at his weapon's power cell...it was completely drained!

  This is it.  He thought to himself.  This is where it ends.............

  Then, out of the darkness of night, the area was illuminated as if it was daylight!  Massive mechanical devices 30 feet tall loomed up against the silhouette of the dinosaurs and opened fire.  Particle Projection cannons and forked bolts of sizzling amplified light energy met the roar of the tyrant lizards and other malformed, scaly creatures.  Short range missile packs came to life, and bore into the warty creatures’ tough hides.  In the brightness produced by the fire flashes, jagged killing bolts, and artificial searchlights, other nameless reptilian hybrids ran along the ground in a frenzy obviously disrupted by the contrast in conditions.

  The Ground Mobile Unit hovered in the background deploying more mecha and assisting in cover fire.  Innersphere mechwarriors and valiant robotech pilots had come to the rescue!  In the distance bright red-orange streaks were blazing against the night sky like some widespread meteor shower, but the fire trails were not eroding chunks of nickel-iron, but multiple-ton ceramic steel war machines.  Dispersed in between various sized dropships, X-wing fighters could be seen zooming ahead of their counterpart trajectory points laying cover fire and keeping the Shadows at bay.

  Wallart moved his Atlas to the open gangplank and dropped to the ground, effectively crushing several of the hybrid creatures beneath its hundred ton feet.  A horrid creature with tentacles was quickly moving towards his mech.  He brought the crosshairs up, aiming at the multiple eyed 'thing' in front of his autocannon barrel, and fired, immediately following through with a second burst from the proprietary gauss rifle.  The projectile homed in on its mark as the echoing round whistled though the air following the depleted uranium slugs like a supersonic musket ball.  The bestial thing literally popped and exploded sending ichor and ooze slopping across the jungle landscape.

  The computer's tactical displays were a flurry of activity as they displayed the surrounding terrain.  Even against the soft tissue of whatever it was he just blasted, Wallet was grateful for the Dragoons' applied modular technology for they would need their equipment in top shape to continue an extended fight like this.  They were no match in strength, but the sheer numbers of this new enemy demanded maximum firepower.  While waiting for his weapons to recharge and reload, he trigger-locked the large caliber machine guns, and swiftly began torso twisting left and right, and the guns which were originally designed to penetrate armored vehicles began to blow chunks of meat off the defenseless dinosaurs like some ritualistic slaughter house.

  Max caught a glimpse of more charging dinosaurs, and at the unprotected men on the ground.  He quickly blasted them with a couple bursts from the GU-11 Gun pod.  The dinosaurs literally didn't even know what was hitting them as they were dead before their nervous systems felt the projectiles impact, or even recognized the original threat.

  Within minutes the area was Clear of Present Danger, and Max transformed his Veritech and landed among Sulu's crew who had now joined up with Tuvok's company. 

  "I don't know who you are Mr., but thanks, I owe you... we all owe you."

  Max yelled down from his opened cockpit.  "Are you Captain Hikaru Sulu?"

  Sulu nodded, trying to still catch his breath.

  Max keyed up his comm-link.  "Captain Sheridan, I've found them, repeat, I've found them...we've located Excelsior's crew and have successfully secured the area." 

  "This is Grand Admiral Thrawn, your message has been received.  The Agamemnon has been destroyed.  Proceed immediately with the objectives in accordance with the mission briefing.  We don't have much time before They arrive...we'll try to hold them as long as we can up here.  Thrawn out."

  Sulu had no clue as to what was going on.  Was it madness?  Silently he found himself wishing his old captain was here now.  Kirk would know what to do.

  "Captain Sulu...report!"

  Sulu managed a smile and turned in the direction of the heavy brush line...he knew he recognized that voice...out through the trees stepped the one and only timeless hero....James Tiberious Kirk!

  3 B-Wings, flanked by 5 Tie fighters and several White Stars flew an aggressive approach vector as they neared a large Shadow vessel.  Although there was no major visible exterior damage, the ship flew as if it was partly crippled.  It was already beginning to take Hits from a cluster of star furies as the Republic, Imperials, and White Stars with their Vorlon based technology closed in and opened up delivering blistering amounts of firepower.  The Alien ship's shielding finally gave way and the ship burst aflame, but only for a few short seconds as the cold vacuum of space sucked up its cascading explosions and complete disintegration.  Unfortunately it was only one vessel, and there were uncountable Shadows about this transcendental odium known as Za'ha'dum...

  Elsewhere, the space melee had turned unruly brutal, almost vindictive against the side of the alliance.  Several Minbari war cruisers had just been obliterated as the Shadow ships began working in unison and concentrating their firepower.  It seemed they perceived a conscious threat from the Minbari telepaths carried inside.  Shadow energy beams flashed across the black void of space like a flashlight cutting through a darkened room.  The annihilative rays seemed all powerful - destroying absolutely everything in their directed path. 

  The Shadows seemed unstoppable as the alliance fleet was decimated, nearly wiped out completely, and They hadn't even arrived...yet.

  Frodo and the hobbits looked to the stars of Middle Earth in wonder and anticipation.  They had made friends with the local elves and were busy being Merry and joyful around the campfire.  Aragorn stood watch over the company now that he had them all safe to Rivendell. 

  The hobbits seemed to be enjoying themselves singing songs under the moonlight.  How could they given the insecurity of their current circumstances?  There were too many unanswered questions.  Then again, they were hobbits...hearty little folk, with grand-size appetites.  All except Frodo, he was off in the icy night with Zathros jotting down something in his journal.  To him, the twinkling stars were but a single huge crystal, a lense which concentrated upon him all the chill of space.

  Aragorn sat upon a stump...he felt as if a dark shadow was bearing down on him as he tried to make sense of the land, of Gandalf, of Radagast...Orthanc and Saruman....

  There was a bright flash and everyone looked up startled.  It was Hyuj!  In his hand was a glowing amulet of green jade.  Legolas and Gimli greeted the man and the hobbits as well ran about his legs. 

  "Saruman is in this for himself...." Hyuj answered Aragorn's unasked question.

  "Hyuj, what is going on, Where's Gandalf?  Radagast told us to wait for him here, and not to use these amulets, what's so important about them?" Legolas held the flaming pillared emblem on a small chain in his hand.

  "An evil presence has emerged into our universe, and is causing catastrophic damage to our timestream in the form a spatial rift...  multiple timestreams...multiple realities are being affected...These amulets possess many special properties...." 

  "Just who are you?" a small young elf interrupted, running up to the large man. 

  "I am Hyuj.  Genetically engineered hybrid of the Timecouncil...A council which for eons has governed and watched over the space/timelines of our universe, fighting for freedom, security, And Justice For All.  The TimeCouncil has been disseminated...lost in an intergalactic rupture of time itself.  I am all that is left after the manipulations of time/space by the demented wizard, Saruman of many Colours.”

  “Saruman has disguised his intricate affairs to the late TimeCouncil, and only now, after it may be too late are his exploits exposed.  For his own power gain he wished to attain the key and secrets to unlocking the spaces beyond our time.  Using the peoples of an alternate universe he infiltrated the cultures of another Earth’s’ history.  Using and treating humanity of that world like insignificant pawns in some meaningless game, he created much of the literature which has come to be known in that land as Mythology.” 

  Hyuj, in all his infinite wisdom began speaking to the hobbits on level of intellect they could hardly grasp or understand.  They did however discern one thing; a downcast change had come over Middle Earth.  Gandalf had warned of dark times ahead, and fearing the worst, the hobbits knew those times were now here.

  Hyuj continued on as the camp fire burned late into the night…

  “In his quest, the deranged wizard, Saruman, in concert with the Greys had no regard for well being of the unknowing test subjects.  Many of  Earth’s bounding and technologically advanced societies of the ancient times were wiped out, including the Aztec, the Inca, and most notably the complete disappearance of the Mayan civilization without a trace.  It is interesting to also note the relationships these civilizations had to each other including the construction of pyramids, the changing of seasons, astrology and the beliefs in the star entity Quetzalcoatl, the bearded deity known in many lands and identified by many names with immense symbolic importance; most notably, Kukulcan, Viracocha, Gucumatz and our Mithrandir."

  “Once again using Earth as a platform to stage his manipulations of space/time he intervened in Earth society, incidentally in a culture which by future references, would remain forever shrouded in mystery - Egypt. The Egyptian sun god Ra was often depicted as an old man wearing the curved beard of divinity and leaning upon an aged wooden staff.  Thus, this pantheon of similarities between gods of ancient cultures also manifests itself in the way of creation myths, universal cataclysms, enigmatic monuments, megalithic structures, and most astonishing is their relevance to astronomical calculations of the heavens."

  "Likewise, it was firmly believed that deceased pharaohs would transcend the fertile lands of the Nile and Euphrates to their eternal resting place among the stars beside the constellation of Orion, the mighty hunter.  Adhering to this mythology, one of the offspring of Ra, Anubis, god of the dead was often represented in hieroglyphs as the 'Guardian of Tombs,' having the body of a man and head of a jackal.  The Egyptians had elaborate funerary rituals. They believed that the vital life-force was composed of several psychic elements, including the ka, which was a duplicate of the body.  It accompanied the body throughout life and after death. The ka, however, could not exist without the body, and bodies were preserved by being embalmed and mummified, as well as protected in other ways."

  "All tombs were furnished with the Book of the Dead…Bound in human flesh and inked in human blood, the ancient text contained queer rites, strange incantations, singular passages, bizarre images, symbols, and cryptographs never meant to be read by the living.  An incarnation of pure evil, this book has been titled by some as the Necronomicon, and the dark rituals and practices it represented awoke something horrible and incomprehensible throughout all space/time from outside our universe..........."

  With the fire reduced to only glowing embers…and the hobbits fast asleep, Hyuj ended his tale only by the company of Aragorn who seemed to have a Sixth Sense about the Mythos being recounted… 

  "In summation, the twisted religious beliefs of ancient Egypt were influenced, and dominated by Saruman, the Greys and their wanton tampering…" 

  "Saruman, however realized the threat posed by the Elders and Great Old Ones and began to breed warriors with which to combat them.  Hence were born his Army of Darkness, the Kolton………"

  "I’m afraid that the sanctity of the universe rests in the hands of our hobbit friend here..." Hyuj looked to the curled ball who seemed to be shivering in his sleep even while lying close to the heat of the firepit...

  "An infinite number of parallel universe's are converging in on themselves creating temporal rifts in time which are further being corrupted by dark forces beyond even my comprehension.  The Babylon project, Middle Earth, The Federation, the Inner Sphere, and 'other worlds' all undeniably have roots into Terra's past.  Even amidst our current timestream it is impossible to extrapolate or interpret which unfeigned outlook is truly real!"

  "These mystical amulets along with Mr. Frodo Baggins, are the keys, and our last hope of saving the future..."

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