There is a little-known rule in this -or any universe, that transcends the boundaries of why or what-for, and that is any
undefined event that occurs that will have a deviating effect on anything larger than a cosmos, the duration of the event
is thirty-seven seconds.
From the Vithian species perspective, the nearest reason they got to for why this is -is that whatever the incident is,
it profoundly changes an accepted perception of what a species' reality is.
Take -for instance, the first detonation of the first atomic bomb at Alamogordo, New Mexico back in 1945.
Or even the deliberate alteration of Pluto's orbit by the US Space Force near the Christmas of 2027.
I would even suggest the harnessing of fire a couple of million years ago, that changed the course of human destiny
even more than than Neil Armstrong's first step on Earth's moon -which fully took thirty-seven seconds too.
Tibbs is still trying to work that one out.
Time-dimesional travel is -apparently, a criterion-changing function to anyone discovering the ability and so, falls within
the rule of the 'just-over-half-a-minute' period. It's unbreakable and believe me, many have tried. That's why Keplar IV has
a hole through it.
This evokes another query regarding time-travel, the future is someone's past and the past -to the observer has been
someone's future. And the thirty-seven-second rule works both ways.
Hence, thirty-seven seconds after leaving the plains of the Gydan peninsula, the spiny-ball holding Tibbs, Mucklebones
and Boy In A Dress finally arrived at the location all the sensors and Muckles' rune-stones agreed on.
It was way-out in the boonies of the Tetula system and somebody was blowing things up. This -alongside multiple deaths,
is always a good indication that Ninurta was around nearby.
The percussion from one of these explosions rocked the time-machine as it aligned itself with the time-zone and appeared
adjacent to what be comparable on Earth to a T-28 Trojan military training aircraft. This compact-little plane merely wobbled
as the air-waves arrived at it's position.
Realising that a conflict was in progress, Tibbs kept the ship hovering until it had steadied itself, and then took it up to fifty
feet in hope of a better viewing platform. Boy In A Dress vaguely connecting aircraft and air as a good sign, opened the door
and peered out at the scene below him.
Muckles' wispy-haired head joined the perusal.
"Aye, it's him..." the Witch said loudly back into the cockpit, "...running around with his bombs and bollocks hangin' out n'
killing people" she proclaimed with sarcastic pride. The speherical ball began to shorten the distance between its location
and where the stoic-faced man dressed as a scarecrow was busy arming himself to the teeth.
The sepia-hued screen that Tibbs was using to direct his thorny-bucket of weirdos, offered enough of a display to assist
in his driving. The time-machine wasn't built to be an air-borne vehicle and the steering was difficult, but getting Ninurta out
of this situation far out-weighed straining his home-made craft.
After all, there was a larger, more important mission ahead.
"See if you can can grab him" the Vithian shouted and banked the time-machine to the left, BIAD nearly fell out if it hadn't
been for Mucklebones' quick-thinking. The Man-Girl lurched forward and as his thighs passed Tibbs' wife's face, she grabbed
at his ankles and hung on.
"We divna' need you all the way down there, Mr. Devil..." the Witch shouted towards the sudden exposure of BIAD's under-
carriage. "Yon murderous bastard enjoying himself is enough" she rasped and straightening her own legs to take the weight,
she noticed that they were closing in on their target by the way the wake of devastation was nearing.
So there Boy In A Dress dangled, his upper-female assets trying to wriggle free from their captivity with the use of gravity
(another important element when discussing forces of the universe) and air that carried man-made craft into the skies blowing
gently on his bare -but fuzz-free rump.
Heroes all.
undefined event that occurs that will have a deviating effect on anything larger than a cosmos, the duration of the event
is thirty-seven seconds.
From the Vithian species perspective, the nearest reason they got to for why this is -is that whatever the incident is,
it profoundly changes an accepted perception of what a species' reality is.
Take -for instance, the first detonation of the first atomic bomb at Alamogordo, New Mexico back in 1945.
Or even the deliberate alteration of Pluto's orbit by the US Space Force near the Christmas of 2027.
I would even suggest the harnessing of fire a couple of million years ago, that changed the course of human destiny
even more than than Neil Armstrong's first step on Earth's moon -which fully took thirty-seven seconds too.
Tibbs is still trying to work that one out.
Time-dimesional travel is -apparently, a criterion-changing function to anyone discovering the ability and so, falls within
the rule of the 'just-over-half-a-minute' period. It's unbreakable and believe me, many have tried. That's why Keplar IV has
a hole through it.
This evokes another query regarding time-travel, the future is someone's past and the past -to the observer has been
someone's future. And the thirty-seven-second rule works both ways.
Hence, thirty-seven seconds after leaving the plains of the Gydan peninsula, the spiny-ball holding Tibbs, Mucklebones
and Boy In A Dress finally arrived at the location all the sensors and Muckles' rune-stones agreed on.
It was way-out in the boonies of the Tetula system and somebody was blowing things up. This -alongside multiple deaths,
is always a good indication that Ninurta was around nearby.
The percussion from one of these explosions rocked the time-machine as it aligned itself with the time-zone and appeared
adjacent to what be comparable on Earth to a T-28 Trojan military training aircraft. This compact-little plane merely wobbled
as the air-waves arrived at it's position.
Realising that a conflict was in progress, Tibbs kept the ship hovering until it had steadied itself, and then took it up to fifty
feet in hope of a better viewing platform. Boy In A Dress vaguely connecting aircraft and air as a good sign, opened the door
and peered out at the scene below him.
Muckles' wispy-haired head joined the perusal.
"Aye, it's him..." the Witch said loudly back into the cockpit, "...running around with his bombs and bollocks hangin' out n'
killing people" she proclaimed with sarcastic pride. The speherical ball began to shorten the distance between its location
and where the stoic-faced man dressed as a scarecrow was busy arming himself to the teeth.
The sepia-hued screen that Tibbs was using to direct his thorny-bucket of weirdos, offered enough of a display to assist
in his driving. The time-machine wasn't built to be an air-borne vehicle and the steering was difficult, but getting Ninurta out
of this situation far out-weighed straining his home-made craft.
After all, there was a larger, more important mission ahead.
"See if you can can grab him" the Vithian shouted and banked the time-machine to the left, BIAD nearly fell out if it hadn't
been for Mucklebones' quick-thinking. The Man-Girl lurched forward and as his thighs passed Tibbs' wife's face, she grabbed
at his ankles and hung on.
"We divna' need you all the way down there, Mr. Devil..." the Witch shouted towards the sudden exposure of BIAD's under-
carriage. "Yon murderous bastard enjoying himself is enough" she rasped and straightening her own legs to take the weight,
she noticed that they were closing in on their target by the way the wake of devastation was nearing.
So there Boy In A Dress dangled, his upper-female assets trying to wriggle free from their captivity with the use of gravity
(another important element when discussing forces of the universe) and air that carried man-made craft into the skies blowing
gently on his bare -but fuzz-free rump.
Heroes all.
Edith Head Gives Good Wardrobe.