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Chapter 1

Beginnings (Date Line 22/06/1989 approx. 8-50am)

It wasn’t his usual time to go out for a jog; that was just
after lunch, but in the hope that he’d burn off the extra calories
he needed to keep his Doctor and Health Guru happy, he’d set
out for a morning jog. He was one Arthur Styles-Cunningham.
He was currently resident in the Wiltshire village of Ludgershall;
or rather outside the village at the quaintly named New
Cottages. He was currently heading down one of the farm roads
called Crawlboys Lane in the direction of the Village centre.
Open Fields lined this particular stretch. It was warm and sunny
and the music in his earphones had a nice steady beat that he was keeping pace with. For some
reason that eluded him, his girlfriend Helen had insisted he carry a Crystal Ball with him whenever he
went out jogging. He stopped and took it out of his Hoodie pocket. He held it up at arm’s length
above his head and looked through it. It showed an inverted image of the white fluffy clouds that
were lazily floating along in the bright early morning sky. He put it back and continued his jogging.
He had managed to get about halfway along the lane when he saw a local girl; Jenny Masterton
stood with her Red Setter, Rufus, staring across at something in the air above the fields. The dog was
whimpering and cowering back behind her. She had her left hand up shielding her eyes from the
sun’s glare. “Settle Rufus!” she shouted at the dog; who was now getting frantic. He pulled hard and
she lost her grip on his leash and he sped off toward the Village. Arthur stopped beside her and
peered over the field at the sight that had transfixed her.

“What you seen pretty Lady?” he said in an imitation of the local accent. She scowled at him
and answered curtly
“Well aint it obvious. It’s one of them dang Flying thingumajigs… A flyin’ Saucer Look!” And she
pointed at the object. In the distance Arthur could make out a silvery grey shape hovering above a
stand of trees that lined one of the fields. At this distance; to his eyes, it looked to be slowly moving
along the line of the trees. It stopped abruptly then made a beeline for them both. There was only a
faint whispering shush of a sound as the object drew closer. For some strange reason neither of
them seemed capable of moving and running away. He was able to look in her direction. The poor
teenager had a look of abject terror on her face. He tried to speak but found he couldn’t. As the
craft drew overhead there was a blinding flash of light…

Reviewing history
In the Achenazi Hall of Records Lance Firewater was reading up on Old Earth’s history before
the Economy Wars. He’d become fascinated with the stories of people mysteriously disappearing,
sometimes to return with tall tales of being taken aboard Alien ships and experimented upon. The

legends of the Kryst and Voodon and the stories about the
mysterious beings they called The Curators had sparked an
idea. He wondered if the “Abductions” that periodically
punctuated the historical timeline could have something
to do with the Curators. He was aware that many cultures
from many races had similar stories and legends. Even the
Krall had believed in the Keepers/Curators and had passed
into a Parallel Dimension to seek them out. But; in light of
recent discoveries, it seemed more likely that some of this
ancient race had remained here in this dimension in the
Third Galaxy. The Kryst and the Voodon believed so at