Collaborative Fan Fiction: From The Precinct to The Parthenon Chapter 1

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Timebender ID: 10897 - Bartman ⁵ᵗʰ ID: 10948 - Dr. Silver Strange Surfer⁵ᵗʰ ID: 10874 - TheCloser⁵ᵗʰ ID: 10910 - Fleagle {5¹st State} ID: 10934


The leftover pizza is stale and cold just the way Bartman likes it.

A mixture of Italian sausage, perspiration and Old Spice permeates the Precinct's command center. It's quiet. Too quiet!

That's when Dr. Silver Strange Surfer bursts in the door bumping Dr. Dre's remix of The Beach Boys Surfing USA on an old Skool Boom box that has three six inch woofers and two sweet sounding tweeters "Let's get this Precinct jumpin." He says as he gyrates.

The Closer uses his nanite network to access contemporary dance moves, and selects something called "The Floss"

Bartman, while Immediately startled... quickly sizes up the disturbance... and reluctantly begins to bust a move of his own, ala Elaine Benes.

Timely by no surprise, Timebender arrives at the base, a thoughtful frown on his face and a Tablet Computer in his hand. Ignoring the festivities He says, "Guys, look at this."

Picking up on the seriousness of his tone, The Closer reaches for the nearest computer interface, "What you got there TB?" he asks, as he unlocks remote access to the rooms 3D displays.

Timebender brings up a file, "It is an article from an archaeology magazine. One of the discoveries from Thebes, Greece, is very interesting."

"Looks a little like pizza to me; Chicago deep-dish," chimed in Bartman.

Timebender comments, "I do admit, there is some resemblance in the current state, but given the scale it would be a bite-size pizza. However, if we look at a recreation of what it looked like some 3500 years ago, before the conquest by Alexander the Great..."

Bartman seems distracted "Pizza rolls, nom nom nom."

The Closer is beginning to understand his concern, "Wait a minute, lets see if we can make this any clearer." The Closer spins in his chair absent mindedly. "E.A.R.P. lets try to clean up this image, assuming natural corrosion." A hollow mechanical voice responds, "Working. Full reconstruction will take 12.47 minutes. However, with 22% of surface area analyzed, I believe I can show you a recreation with near certainty of accuracy." Pulling up to the converging display The Closer mildly confused, asks,"Like a hunch? I was hoping for better than nearly certain..."

The Precinct A.I. explains "Full reconstruction wasn't necessary, we have seen many items like this before."

While the computer is working, Timebender thinks things over. He knows, of course, that the biggest problem with time travel tends to be figuring out exactly where in the past to go. When he has someplace in the past he needs to return to, he creates tachyonic bookmarks to let himself return to the exact point in time. He starts looking through the timestream for one of his bookmarks in that era...it seems highly likely we will need to go there and at that range, a miss could wind up with us being years off course.

The 3D image clears into a perfect recreation of a 5th Precinct badge! And as it spins, a name becomes visible...

"Whraat's it sraay?" Bartman manages to mumble with a mouthful of pizza.

As the badge spins around again, to everyone's surprise, it clearly says, Fleagle!

Timebender was lost in thought, and takes a moment to get his head back to the present, "Fleagle? I thought that was one of our badges, but either way, What is his badge doing in the distant past?"

The Closer confirms "It's definitely my design. and Fleagle is an ally, I've even tried to recruit him before." He taps his chair arm with bionic fingers. He's apparently been to the past, wearing this, and honestly, we can't risk the timeline by not involving him again. So, unless you have any other thoughts, I'm going to contact him immediately."

Timebender replies, "You do that, I am going to see if I can find out exactly when this came from by a Tachyon trace."

Soon after, at a secret government installation, a doggish individual examining a rather ancient pyramid shaped artifact, is startled by a voice...

"Hello Fleagle! This is The Closer. I believe I found a broadcasting frequency high enough that regular humans won't hear it." "We'll fill you in completely later, but long story short, we're researching some possible morphon activity in the ancient world, and time travel has come up a couple of times." "Contact me, or get to the Precinct as soon as you can." "I think at the very least, it's going to be interesting."

Unfortunately his attempt at communication is less than enjoyable for our furry hero, "grrrrrowl, Baroo! the pain", make it stop" Fleagle growls. but as he focuses on the voice once again, its his old friend The Closer? bearing the pain he listens, and that was definitely from the 5th precinct.

As he worries for his friends, the pyramid powers up. like it was somehow alive, and starts to spin yet Fleagle remains still? "how is this possible" he growls. his co- workers seem frozen yet he moves. a blinding flash of light hits him and he stumbles forward. "what the ...." how did i get here?"

At that very moment back at the Precinct, Timebender finds himself suddenly "blinded" by a flare of energy, containing tachyons, Morphons, and Livermorium. He declares, "Something is happening in Nevada, we need to get there soonest!"

The Closer ignores his choice of adverbs, existing outside the timestream can have worse side affects than confusing language. He hits his communicator, "Who is available in the Precinct right now? We're taking a field trip to Area 51!"

Tune in next time as our heroes discover what's inside a super secret facility that everyone knows about. Will they save the world, or break the timestream!