Disclaimer: This story is written for fanfiction enjoyment only. The characters of Bionic Six are owned by Shima.... The characters of Mummies Alive are property of DIC. Trynia Merin and Mennehotep, Tharankenat, Mennerana, and Sehnenrath are all the property of me, Trynia Merin Aka Theresa Meyers. Use them only with permission from me first... the character of Shadowdancer, Jazmin, Joshua, Samuel, Meg Bennett are property of Jade JJ, which I use with her permission. I am thankful to write such interesting stuff for the enjoyment of Bionic 6 and Mummies Alive fans as well!
Time quake part 1
A bionic 6 crossover with Trynia Merin and Mummies Alive...
By Trynia Merin
It was a typical day, the sun shone high above in full radiant glory. Its rays illuminated a large flat golden panel erected over a rooftop. Two blonde children carefully positioned the sides of the solar panel, directed by a young African American in thick glasses.
"To the left... that's it... Meg... To the right... Eric..."
"Make up your mind," grunted the girl, shaking her head. The boy in the baseball cap opposite wiped sweat from his brow.
"Maybe you should give me a solar panel for my bionics," he joked. "Enough the old fashioned way! Bionics on!"
Instantly in a blaze of light both twins were transformed into Sport 1 and Rock 1. Effortlessly they
positioned the solar panel IQ had long labored upon.
"Now you can pay for those long Internet chats from your friends," Sport 1 said to his sis. She stuck her tongue out at him as she leapt down from the roof.
"I don=t spend as much time as you do on the ESPN page!" she shot back as he joined her.
"Enough you guys," said IQ, shaking his head. "That's as bad as the argument about Transistor Sister you had a few months back..."
"Don=t remind me," sighed Sport 1, rolling his eyes.
"Hey, they are still the bomb," said Rock 1, fingering her earpiece micro player.
As they headed back into the house, they ran across Bungee as he was meditating. Eric was very tempted to drop a water balloon on his adopted brother=s head at that moment. Just to see what would happen.
But he knew better since the last time he tried that prank. Bungee seemed aware of their presence, for his black eyes snapped open. "So, getting a tan?" he asked.
"We wish," said Meg, with a sigh. "Where's Mom and Dad?"
"Dad's in the lab. Says he's working on a new project... by the way, he wants your help IQ..."
"So what else is new?" Eric said to his other brother.
Jack Bennet hunched over a large complex computer terminal. The member known as IQ entered the lab first, followed by his inquisitive sister and brothers. "you rang?"he said.
"Yes. I wondered if you could help me. The satellite I helped build to track the earth=s magnetic field is going crazy. Can you help to classify these readings?"
Everyone clustered around the screen as the electromagnetic pictures flashed up.
"That's not the same energy reading that happened when we first got our bionics, is it?" asked Meg, a bit nervous.
"No," said her father, taking her shoulder. "Fortunately not. This is much different. It's like a tear in the earth's magnetic field."
"Like the earth has a wound or something," said Meg back to her father. He nodded.
"But what would cause that to happen, a tear like that?" asked Eric, spotting the serious look on his father's face.
"I was on the phone with some of the local meteorological experts," Jack said. "And they cannot account for it either."
"Sunspots?" Eric asked. Why not, they were blamed for all the freak weather they'd been having lately.
"No," said their father quickly. "Sunspots do have some effect upon the electromagnetic field of the earth, but it would never cause a phenomenon such as this..."
IQ moved past them to look more carefully at the computer screen. Tapping keys he rung up more satellite images of the South Pole, the North pole, and Hubble telescope. "Checking out the ozone hole?" Meg asked him.
"Fortunately those are not any more affected than usual," said IQ, glancing at the computer enhanced images. Together he and Jack continued to read through the database to determine what could account for the phenomenon.
"Let's go leave the experts to their fun," Eric said, nudging his sister. They walked out of the computer lab into the main family living area. The ultramodern house was a series of interconnected rooms that merged into one fluid space. All conveniences of a modern house awaited them there. Eric tuned into ESPN to get the latest scores of the football game. Meg plugged into her digital headphones and stuck in a Transistor Sister CD to listen to. Soon both teens were in their isolated worlds of sound.
Helen had just gotten home from the latest PTA meeting, and Jack was starting to make dinner. The smell of garlic hung thickly in the kitchen, enticing the twins out of there imposed isolation. Meg threw off her headphones and Eric switched the volume down on the digital television. Eagerly they rushed to greet her.
Helen hugged both her children vigorously. "So, have you been behaving yourselves lately?" she
laughingly teased them.
"Aw mom," Eric laughed, as they drew out of their group hugs. "What's that wonderful smell?"
"All right!" Meg smiled. "Spaghetti ala Dad!"
"Don=t forget the bread sticks," said Eric.
"Hold on you two... I just got back," said their mother, straightening out her brown hair. AHow was school today?"
"Fine if you include messing around with a solar panel as phys ed," Meg complained.
"You know you promised to help him with his projects,@ Helen reminded her children. ABesides, who helped you with that winning science fair project, Meg. And Eric, who helped you survive Algebra?"
Both sighed and remembered. In the Bennet family, no favor went unpaid without a good deed in return.
Just then Bengi wandered in. A look of confusion was clear on his oriental face. "I just don't get why those two can't speak English sometimes," he quipped.
"Hiya Bengi, what's new from the lab?" Eric asked him.
Bengi gave his mom a big hug hello, and then turned to his siblings. AOur bro. He=s been going on about time travel now.@
"Last week it was the ozone hole," said Meg. "Is this his obsession of the week?"
"More like it's contagious. He's got Dad hooked," Bengi laughed, as he sat at the dinner table. Eric, by the fridge grabbed a soda. Expertly he tossed one to Meg, and his brother.
"Did you say time travel," said Helen. A look of fear climbed over her face. Suddenly her eyes went blank.
Her whole body became rigid. Accustomed to their mom=s psychic spells, they weren=t worried. At last her eyes popped open once more as she regarded them.
"What's up mom?" asked Meg.
"I had a premonition. Someone's messing around with the structure of time," said she, worry on her face.
"My whole precog sense is scattered... and I cannot focus it..."
"I don't believe it," said IQ, under his breath, as he walked into the dining room. Already Jack was helping to serve out the supper.
"What don't you believe," said Jack to his son.
"It's the same pattern as something I've been working on in the lab," he explained.
"That science project you started last week?" Jack asked. "The one about time travel? How does this relate to the strange energy readings I spotted?"
"That's just it... We've ruled out everything else. And my time machine is the only thing that causes
electromagnetic disruptions that come close to this specific type..."
"We'd better tell the rest of the family," Jack said gravely. Already Eric had helped his mom set the table, while Bengi was taking the breadsticks out of the oven for her.
"We have a problem, honey," Jack said to his wife. Their eyes met from across the room, and the shared fear was evident to the children.
"Not another solar panel," Bengi joked. Meg shot him a warning look. From IQ serious expression, now wasn=t the time for his jokes.
"What's wrong, Jack?" Helen asked him. "You're scaring the children with that look on your face..."
"I discovered a tear... in the earth's magnetic field this morning," he said, as they all sat down at the table.
Helen dolloped spaghetti on each plate as it was passed around.
"And it wasn't caused by sunspots, or television, or any other phenomenon," said Jack.
"What gives then?" asked Meg. "Maybe someone was activating a new radio station..."
"That's not it either," said Jack. "I sure wish it was."
"It gets worse," said their brother.
"I don't like it already," said Eric.
"Explain..."
"I had been assisting several of the researchers in the field of Time travel... for they had invented that one working time machine. They naturally expected my help when I said I=d done a scientific paper on Lightspeed mechanics...."
"When was this?" asked Eric.
"That last meeting of the American Physics student society," said IQ. AI had presented my latest project there... about faster than light travel."
"What is this, Star Trek?" laughed Bengi.
"Faster than light travel is possible if you add a time vector..."
"Enough Mr. Data," sighed Meg. "Make with the English for us normal people..."
"Those energy readings you're showing me are identical to those put out by my experiments..."
"You haven't been doing them in the house I hope," said Jack.
"No. I used the facilities at State University... where I'm doing my college degree," he protested.
Everyone didn't have to be reminded of the fact he was sixteen and already halfway through college.
"Whoa, time out!" cried Eric. "You mean they're building a time machine there?"
"Of course," said IQ. "OR at least a light accelerator that can accelerate particles faster that light...
And progress was being made on a model that could send physical matter. It uses magnetic energy to make a hole in the space time continuum..."
Meg and Eric shrugged as they looked at each other.
"Dad said he saw a really screwed up pix of the earth=s magnetic field," said Eric. "And our sci whiz bro said it had to do with a temporal spatial... hole or something..."
The video com came on. All eyes fixed on the image of Dr. Sharp as it came on. They could see his lab in view. "Bad news," he said to the assembled family.
"We have a mission..." said Jack to him. "Doing with time?"
"Yes." said Sharp.
"My precog just flared up... but I didn't get a clear image of what was wrong..." Helen sighed. Jack put his arms around her and gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
"That's one of the side effects of a time disturbance," Jack said softly. "Don't worry. It=s not your fault. Your ability to see the future is being affected... because time itself is being perturbed. It=s like someone throwing a stone into a lake, and the ripples spreading out."
"Wait, someone's playing with time," Meg said, scratching her head. "Who and how?"
"It's not my machine, or the one at the university," said IQ, very worried.
"Dr. Scarab?" asked Bengi.
"Possibly," said Jack. "And that's why we are involved. WE must investigate the source of this time disturbance... at once. Prepare to move out, Bionic 6!"
All members rushed to the vehicle garage, worried looks across their respective faces. On the way out, they ran into an old friend, who was just coming home from the library...
"I just got the news," said she, almost bumping into them as they rushed past.
"Bionicise up and tag along," Sport one told her, by the name of Shadow dancer. In a blaze of energy she powered up, and followed. In her gut she felt something was seriously wrong with reality.
Far under the ocean, another group of beings with varied powers were holding their own conference. The Bionic 6 had no idea of the deviousness of Dr. Scarab's latest plot. All they had seen was the first hiccups! From his large chair, Dr. Scarab regarded his minions.
"I've just been testing my new time machine," he said, rubbing both his hands together with glee. "And already things are looking ripe for my plan..."
"But boss," said Glove, glancing at his master. "Those mag fields are showing up everywhere like crazy! It's all over the news..."
"All the better," Dr. Scarab laughed. "I predicted the machine would louse up television and radio signals everywhere..."
"You might as well put up a neon sign saying... Dr. Scarab 's evil plot this way," Glove said, shaking his head.
"That's why I'm the genius, and you're the layman," Dr. Scarab responded mildly. "Only my brilliant mind could come up with a device that solved more than one problem at a time..."
"Ah darling you are indeed the best," said Madame O, as she rested her hands on her master's sizable arm. She leaned against him, eyes filled with nothing but admiration.
The others thought it best to nod their heads. Only Glove had a further objection. "But what about the Bionic Six?" he asked. "I bet they're on their way here right now!"
"But that's precisely what I want to happen, you idiot," said Dr. Scarab. "I want them to come. And witness their destruction!"
"Dahrling... don't call me dim... but how will your brilliant machine destroy them?" Madame O asked, backing away for a moment as she anticipated an outburst from her master.
"Ah my dear, I will be more than happy to tell you," Dr. Scarab said, clearly in a good mood that day. "You see, time was not on my side with the Bionic Six. But now it is. For what is a menace that has never come to be?"
At his words everyone scratched their heads. "Uh...grmmmlsdfksd," mumbled Klunk.
"That goes for me too," Glove grumbled.
Dr. Scarab laughed. "Let me put it in simple terms, you dunderheads. The bionic Six is the only obstacle to world domination right?"
"Right..." said the others.
"So what if I got rid of the bionic six?"
"Isn't that what you've been trying to do for the past..."
"Now I can forget they have even existed," Dr. Scarab laughed. "For if I use my machine to go back in time and destroy the Bionic Six before they got their bionics... I will come back and be Ruler of the world!"
"But isn't there some kinda paradox or something if you do that?" asked Glove.
"My dear Glove, you are actually thinking..." Dr. Scarab said, amused. "The simpletons of this scientific age would say so. But I have prepared for that! For we will simply go into a parallel universe where I am ruler..."
'But won't you meet yourself?" asked Madame O, having seen Back to the Future about a million times.
"Maybe, but it is most likely my brilliant counterpart in that other parallel universe will have already left, leaving space for me..."
Everyone seemed hopelessly lost, and Dr. Scarab slapped his hands to his forehead, "Why do I even bother! Just do as I say... and don't screw up this time! Let me know the instant you get the Bionic brats on scanner... and we'll go from there!"
Meanwhile, in the City of San Francisco, a figure looked up from a strange contraption of wires and bronze. Fear poured over her metal cheeked face. "Oh no," she gasped. For Dr. Scarab was not the only one building a time machine in the twentieth century. This cyborg, Trynia Merin, had labored intensively for the past six months to perfect her invention, in the hopes she could return to her home planet of Mantissa. Yet so far her machine had met with limited success, and failed to send her any farther than a pitiful few seconds forward in time. The perfected version would send her much farther ahead, to the twenty fifth century, and many light years distant. All she could do now to travel was to rely upon the limited vehicles of 20th century Earth.
A figure in bandages looked up from her lab bench, and crossed over to the first woman. Her long white dress and ornate Egyptian collar suggested her origin. While the presence of the uadjet serpent crown on her head confirmed that she was once a Queen of ancient Egypt. "What's the matter Trynia," she asked.
"Oh, your Majesty," Trynia said to Mennehotep, her Egyptian friend. "It's awful. I was testing my time machine... and I felt a huge power surge! Something is ripping at the fabric of space time!"
"It's not your doing?" Mennehotep said, laying a hand on her shoulders.
"No. A device that is far cruder and more primitive, but far more powerful than I could build," said Trynia. "Being manipulated by someone who has little knowledge of how to properly manipulate time..."
"What will we do?"
"It is my duty as a time traveler to stop them..." said Trynia. "I must beg your leave to go..."
"I will come with you," said Mennehotep. "To assist you in your quest..."
"It may be dangerous..."
"All the more reason. If it is a threat to you, I will come," said Mennehotep. "You have guarded me well all these centuries. It is time for me to return the favor!"
"What about Tuthmosis?"
"I will leave him a note... He's at the Sphinx with JaKal and the others. From the look on your face you intended to leave this minute!"
"Meet me at the vehicle hangar," Trynia said. Soon she reached the garage which contained the Osiris Fury, and the small hovercraft jet she'd made. Quickly she loaded the pieces of her machine into the cargo bay. Then she leapt into the pilot's seat of the craft, firing up the antigravity engines. The bandaged figure of Mennehotep rushed in and leapt into the seat behind the cybernetic woman. Trynia's left hand was sheathed in a bionic exoframe, which plugged into the main control panel. She didn't even have to manipulate controls.
"Hang on, here we go!" Trynia said to her mummified friend as they took off. Menne gasped as the craft rushed out the huge double doors into the city streets. Within seconds the trajectory shot perpendicular as the craft rose into the air.
Trynia attenuated her trackers for the special energy signature of the time waves. She winced in pain as another eruption seemed to lash out invisibly. Because she was a time traveler she could sense such distortions in time. And they caused her physical pain.
Meanwhile, Shadowdancer and Eric looked on as IQ and FLUFFY ran tracking scans on the energy readings. Bionic 1 piloted their sophisticated jet craft as it streaked across the skies. Bengi sat in full lotus position in his seat near Meg, who had her headphones turned up high. Mother 1 nudged her daughter's shoulder, "Dear, you'll burn your ears out if you don't turn that down..."
"What?" she said loudly. "I can't hear you..."
"That's the point dear," Mother one said, pulling the headphones off her daughter. Meg shot her a pouting look as she prepared herself for yet another Mom lecture about the dangers of loud headphones.
"Better let her listen to that while she still can," Shadowdancer teased. "After all... if the em fields act up again... it's bye radio!"
"You can laugh," Meg continued to pout. "But it would be a disaster..."
"What's one radio station?" asked Eric. "She'll just plug in her CD's...."
Mother One sighed, and handed the headphones back to Meg. She put them on again, quickly. Then tuned in once more. But then a wince came over her face as something seemed to shake the craft. Jack struggled to hold it steady. Shadowdancer almost crashed into Eric as they were hurled and buffeted.
"The readings are going off the scale!" cried IQ, as FLUFFY gave a shriek of alarm.
"No kidding Sherlock," Eric shouted. "What is this?"
"The tear in the magnetic field is creating lots of turbulence... and that's affecting weather for miles!" Bionic one shouted back to them. "Better hold on! We're in for a bumpy ride."
"I've got dead static!" Meg complained.
"Hang tight everyone!" Bionic One shouted again as the craft buffeted. Dark clouds obscured the ocean below as the em field swirled local weather into bizarre patterns.
Mother One felt a trance come on. In her mind's eye the haze settled over her remote viewing.
Shadowdancer felt Mother One's confusion in her own mind. As if Mother One was trying to sense one of her visions, but couldn't quite get it. Then Mother one gritted her teeth as she probed harder. "Jack! Look out! We're going to hit another craft and crash..."
"What other craft!" Bengi asked, snapping out of his trance.
"I just picked up another craft on a parallel course," IQ cried. "Pull up Dad, or we're gonna hit..."
"The em's fried the guidance systems. Switching to manual..." Bionic1 glanced ahead with his bionic eyes.
They filtered out the clouds, giving him an ultraviolet view of the spectrum. He could now discern the whirling microwaves and charged particles that drifted out of a huge hole in the sea below. As his eyes went down the spectrum he could see the minute puckers and passages of the magnetic field as it wrapped around solid objects. Indeed, there was a characteristic small disruption as the mag field rippled around a solid land mass far below. It had not been there before. And neither had the other strange object, soaring close to their craft. It appeared to be a hovercraft, powered by gravity repulsion, unlike the Bionic Six jet.
Sparks flew from the control panel as the em tear ripped through. Everyone squeezed shut their eyes as Bionic One tried to hold it steady. Now they were flying blind...
Trynia felt the electromagnetic disruption most painfully. Her own bionics were sensitive to such changes. For the circuitry in her cybernetic body was attenuated to detect the presence of time waves. And that meant that any major disruptions in the time stream were painfully apparent!
Menne saw her wince as the storm hit. Trynia's own eyes could see even better than Bionic One's, for she could discern the gaping hole ahead. Mennehotep could see nothing but the dark storm clouds as their craft soared into them.
But Menne spotted the island suddenly appearing below them. "Trynia look! That island wasn't there before...."
"It must be near the source of the time rip..." Trynia said. "We're almost on top of it... ugh..."
"You are in pain," Menne said, laying a hand on Trynia's shoulder. "What is it?"
"There is a tear in the earth's magnetic field... being created by that time machine. And I am sensitive to electromagnetic disruptions. This... tear is a million times more intense... and that's what is shorting out radio and television communication for miles..."
Suddenly she froze, and swerved. Something appeared before her eyes. Fortunately Trynia's craft
computer was proofed against most em disruptions, yet the readings weren't making much sense. She had spotted another aircraft, locked in a collision course with theirs!
"We have to land," Trynia said. "We're going to hit another craft..."
"But who is the other craft..." Menne asked, as she suddenly saw a shape in the dark clouds. "They are rocking as if they cannot steer..."
"If they are, they're headed for a swim... they are in danger... we have to help them...." Trynia muttered.
She swerved as she went to intercept them. For she guessed their guidance was perhaps gone, due to the em fluctuations.
Menne realized as she saw the craft suddenly drop in altitude. "Are they trying to land on the island?"
"I could tractor them and slow their descent with the grav coupler... but they would still be flying blind..."
"Someone needs to get their attention..." Menne said.
"The radio is out of the question," Trynia said. "And I can't..."
"Leave it to me," Said Menne, as she said, "By the Wisdom of Isis!" Scarlet wings spanned as she donned her ibis armor. Quickly she leapt out to fly on her own.
"Menne... it's too dangerous... the winds..."
"I will get their attention!" she shouted above the storm. "Grapple them with your hook thing! I will guide you both in!"
Everyone gasped as the engines seemed to cut out. Sparks flew into Mother One and Bionic One's faces as the guidance shorted out. With terror they realized every electronics system save manual was fried by the em storm. Out the forward viewport Bionic one saw the craft, but could barely see the island, even with his bionic vision. He struggled to bring the craft in manually, but the image swam before his eyes.
Suddenly something locked onto the plane, retarding his speed.
"We've been snared!" he cried.
"I'll get the weapons... to see if we can get them," Eric said, reaching for his seatbelt.
Mother one felt another vision come on. "They're someone else there... and they're trying to help!"
"What?" asked everyone.
"Look at that!" Bengi cried, pointing to a flare of light. It was as if the sky exploded in lightening. Sure enough a bright phosphorescent flare went up, lighting up the sky for miles. Below the sky refused to clear completely, allowing them no view of the island below. Bionic One's sight discerned a strange bird shape in the air... that had cut off from the other craft that now snared them.
"It looks like a bird," Shadowdancer said.
"Don't do anything," Mother One said. "I can sense it's trying to help! We have to follow it!"
"Dear, what are you talking about?" asked Bionic One. But then he realized it was better not to question his wife, if this was from one of her premonitions. "All right! Hang on, we're going down!"
Menne smiled to herself as the craft seemed to turn. Trynia's ray had stopped it's rapid descent. Someone on board shot a blaze of energy, as if to copy her flare. She turned her wings in the universal sign of "follow me..."
Bionic One turned the craft to answer her. Eyes on the bright scarlet and violet speck, he aimed the craft after her. Trynia's ray continued to bleed off the effects of the wind sheer as they coasted down. Eric and Shadowdancer gripped hands as the craft shot through the dark clouds. Soon they felt the bumpy shock of landing. Meg opened her eyes to see that the craft was safely down.
"Whoa, that was better than the roller coaster at Great Adventure!" Bengi joked, to a grim faced audience.
"I'm not gonna ride that thing again," Meg moaned. IQ shook his head, and set FLUFFY on its robotic feet again. Slowly Eric and Shadowdancer picked themselves up from their seats.
"Everyone in one piece?" Mother one asked them, glancing around the cabin. The smell of burning wire filled the air.
"Yeah, more or less," said Eric.
"Less than more," said Shadowdancer as she unclipped her seat belt. Slowly everyone did the same, climbing to their feet as they were amazed the craft was still intact around them.
"I think we'd better get out and thank our friends," said Bionic1 to his children. IQ ripped open the hatch, which had shorted out and locked in the em storm. The Bionic 6 and Shadowdancer stepped out onto a sandy beach and glanced around. Eric noted the ultramodern hovercraft that had landed a hundred meters away.
Someone got out, gold glinting off its face in the sunlight. As suddenly as it had arisen, the storm had vanished. Those dark clouds were only a dark splotch on the horizon now. Overhead the sun shone as brightly as it had before.
Another figure appeared, flashing its scarlet wings as it circled overhead. Eric narrowed his eyes as he discerned the shape of what looked like a metallic bird. Upon closer look, Bionic One realized it was a woman in strange armor. He glanced at Helen and the children, then went to meet the strange figure that came towards them.
"Hello?" he said to it. It was clad in black spandex with panels of blue here and there. Gold exoframes were present on the legs and on both hands. Long brown hair was tied into a french braid behind her head.
Light flashed off the gold wiring and panels on her left cheek.
"It's a cyborg," IQ said with amazement.
"It's bionic like us?" asked Meg with interest.
"Not like us," said Bionic 1. AI can tell her circuitry is far more advanced then even our own bionics..."
"She's a friend," Mother One said. "I can sense it."
"Greetings," said the cyborg woman as she extended a hand to Bionic one. Likewise he smiled and extended his own hand. Their hands touched and shook in a handshake. "It is good to see you are intact... and functional..."
"You could say that again," Bionic One smiled. "Whoever you are, thanks!"
"We could have ended up as driftwood," Bengi said.
"Yeah. What did you use to grab onto our ship with?" Shadowdancer asked her. "Some energy tractor beam?"
"That's the layman's term for it," Trynia smiled, showing a set of white pearly teeth. "May I ask if I interrupted anything?"
"Well, you have," Said Bionic One. "We are on a secret mission... and your craft almost crashed with yours..."
"I am on such a mission myself. To stop the electromagnetic disturbances. I can assume your purpose is benevolent?"
"You bet it is," said Eric. "WE wanna stop it as much as you do..."
"Yeah, or there won't be any radio or TV anywhere," Meg added.
"I forgot my manners," said Jack Bennet. "We're the Bionic Six... and this is our friend Shadowdancer..."
"We know them through the Mummies..." Eric said.
"I am called Trynia Merin," said the cyborg woman, formally introducing herself to Jack. Slowly the winged figure landed near her, and everyone gasped in wonder as they saw lengths of bandages draped over her form. The armor was scarlet and violet, with an Egyptian Ibis design.
"Wait... she's one of those Mummies," Eric realized. IQ too went up to Mennehotep.
"You know of my sort?" Menne asked them. Trynia seemed a bit surprised.
"We just had a crazy adventure with some others just like you," Sport one said. (See the Great Scarab Mix Up at http://geocities.com/athens/styx/2853/index.html for details "How couldn't we know? We know JaKal and Prince Rapses..."
"Then you are our allies," Said Mennehotep. "I am Queen Mennehotep, wife of Tuthmosis III, and Trynia is my friend and guardian."
"Nice to meet you, er your majesty," said Bionic one, a bit taken aback. He scratched his head. More mummies was just what he didn't need now. But if she was an ally, he couldn't be rude. Anything might help in this latest development. After all, Mennehotep did guide them to land safely on the island when their guidance system shorted out.
The kids ringed Menne and Trynia. "Wow, your bionics are cool!" Meg laughed, glancing at Trynia's exoframes. Shadowdancer and Sport one talked to Mennehotep, asking her all about how the Mummies were doing. Menne tried her best to answer their many questions. Bionic One and Mother One gently reminded the children that they were on a mission, and they withdrew.
Trynia and Bionic One compared notes on the situation. "So here's the deal," said Bionic One. "Something's causing the em tears, and my son IQ thinks it's a time related cause."
"You are certainly correct," Trynia said to IQ and Bionic 1. "It is a time rip. And all of your world is in deadly danger..."
"You think Scarab is behind it?" asked Eric.
"This has his name all over it," said Bionic One grimly.
"Scarab doesn't have that sort of Power," Mennehotep began.
"No, not Scarab," said Shadowdancer, correcting her. "Doctor Scarab. He's a mad scientist, not a mad sorcerer from Ancient Egypt..."
"Oh," said Mennehotep, a bit confused. Why did villains have to share names?
Back in Dr. Scarab's headquarters, the man in question watched intently at the new developments. "What is this?" he grumbled. "A mummy? I thought I'd seen the last of those piles of rags! And what's this? Not another bionic... wait!"
"She looks different from the others..." said Mechanic. "Almost... alien..."
Klunk grunted his agreement, as did Glove. Neither had seen such a strange mechanism. Even despite the fact that Mechanic and Glove had invented many robotic cyphrons and other weaponry. Even Madame O was intrigued by the sight of Trynia Merin in her gleaming cybernetic systems.
"Ah! She's not simply bionic," Dr. Scarab realized. He ordered Mechanic to run a scan on her from one of his special cameras. Dimensional images pixilated over the screen. Multiple radar and infra scanners all took readings of her magnetic and energy signatures. Dr. Scarab had many such scanners to track the Bionic 6. Yet these readings were far different. A bionic six reading about ten times more intense.
"She's a real cyborg!" Mechanic said. "Unbelievable! Where did she pop up from?"
"I don't care. She can't interfere with my plan! We must capture her... or delay her! She stopped my plan to destroy the Bionic six... and she must pay," Dr. Scarab snarled. "And neither will her friend, that necrotic pile of rags!"
"How are you going to do that, darling?" Madam O asked him.
"Simple. I shall split them up, sending one group into the past, and one into the future," said Dr. Scarab. "Those brats won't be a threat to me in the future! And those in the past I can easily destroy!"
"Great idea, darling," Madame O purred.
Glove and Mechanic glanced at each other. They were both intrigued by Trynia Merin's cybernetics. If she was truly as powerful as they thought, they had to get their hands on her. Perhaps she could provide them with the power they needed to take over Dr. Scarab!
Back on the Beach, everyone was comparing notes about the time storm. IQ and Trynia both exchanged information quickly. IQ was highly impressed with Trynia's grasp of temporal mechanics. Likewise she was impressed with his own knowledge. Few humans she'd met truly understood time travel as this one did. Mother One and Mennehotep talked about their families.
"With your permission, I've got a plan," Bionic 1 said to his family. "Trynia, can you help IQ fix the plane?"
"Certainly," Trynia offered.
"Sport 1, you and Shadowdancer stay with them, and keep a lookout on the ocean. The rest of us will do a reconnaissance of the island. Split into teams of two. Princess Mennehotep, can I assume you will help us, being the only one of us who can fly?"
"Count on my help," she said to him. "I consider myself under your command, Bionic 1."
"Thanks. Rock 1, and Karate 1, you take the atv's and do a run of the island's interior. I will take the powerboat with Mother 1, and scan the bay. Princess, can you do an aerial reconnaissance of the island?"
"Yes," said she.
"Here's a wrist com," Mother 1 said, passing Mennehotep a bracelet identical to what the Bionic 6 wore.
"It's a radio. It will let you be in constant touch with us..."
"Thank you, Mother 1," smiled Mennehotep. Being parents they seemed to get along quite well.
"I don't know about this," Shadowdancer said to Sport 1, once they split up. "How can we trust them?"
"How can you think such a thing," Sport 1 asked her.
"We don't know Trynia or this Princess..."
"But they know JaKal and the other Mummies. And those are our friends..." said Sport 1 to her. "So give Trynia a chance. If she wasn't above board, Mother 1 would have sensed it..."
"I guess," Shadowdancer sighed. "I will try. But it will take awhile..."
Mennehotep spread her wings, taking off. In her shadow the powerboat with Bionic 1 and Mother 1 set out to ring the island once. Rock 1 and Karate 1 set off into the interior of the island. Leaving the others alone with the jet plane. IQ and Trynia made rapid progress working together. Soon the plane was just about repaired.
"I must admit, you're pretty hot with those electronics," said Sport 1 to Trynia. Nervously Shadowdancer looked over the bay, as if feeling a sense of evil.
"Thank you," said Trynia. "But I fear it might not do us much good if what's happening what I think is..."
"And what do you think's happening?" IQ asked her.
Trynia put a hand to her head. As if in pain her eyes shut, and she doubled over. "Uh..."
"Are you okay?" Sport 1 and IQ asked her, going to her side.
"There... is another time disturbance," she gasped, wincing as IQ supported her. "As if the structure of time is being shredded and put back together..."
"Something's wrong," Shadowdancer gasped, turning to Sport 1. "We gotta warn the others..."
Suddenly it was as if the sky split in two. A huge vortex seemed to open up as a wind picked up. Trynia pushed IQ behind her. "Get into the plane!" she shouted.
"What good will that do?" Shadowdancer yelled.
"It's a time quake!" she screamed. "Hurry!"
"She's right!" IQ said, grabbing Sport 1 and Shadowdancer by the arms. They all barely managed to get into the plane as the waves of massive temporal energy hit. Trynia leapt behind the plane's controls as the wind tore into the craft.
Meanwhile Bionic 1 and Mother one saw a strange blue vortex open up in the water before them. Menne spotted it first, and her voice crackled warning over the intercom. "We must go no further..." she said.
"My magic senses great danger!"
"We must investigate," said Bionic 1.
"No. She's right. If we go into the vortex we could be lost forever..."
Suddenly IQ's voice cut in over their intercoms, "Mayday! Mayday! We're caught in a time storm!"
"IQ!" cried Mother 1. She put hands to her head, gasping in pain. The future seemed to blur around them.
"Hang on, we're coming!" Bionic 1 cried.
"Look out, the storm's coming!" Mennehotep shouted over her com. To her fear the boat was swallowed up, figures and all by the storm. Realizing they may need her help, Menne flew headlong after them.
Trynia opened her eyes. The plane had landed with a mighty crash. She glanced at her friends, who all lay unconscious. Their bionics were still active, but Sport 1 was hurt in the crash. Slowly she moved Shadowdancer off of him and onto a separate chair. She checked Sport 1 over, linking her own cybernetics to his. Yet his power was dangerously low.
She linked him to the medical power supply. Had to keep his bionics active to keep his heart and lungs activated. Quickly she made sure IQ and Shadowdancer were okay. "Wake up," she urged them both, softly tapping their cheeks. IQ came round first, moaning. "What hit me!"
"You'll be okay," Trynia said. "But Sport 1 is badly damaged. I must see if I can..."
"Oh no," he gasped, running to his brother's side. Quickly he checked him over. "It's not so bad... if we had the proper replacement parts.... but he'll be out for awhile. If only we were back home the damage could be repaired more easily."
"Permit me to assist," said Trynia. "Perhaps if I link my own system to his, I can effect repairs..."
"How can you... wait... you have nanoprobes?"
"Yes. They can repair cybernetic tissues. If I can download a few into his body, I might be able to speed up the recovery..."
"But your system is different. How can you..."
"That's why I must link my program to his. To find out his specifications..."
"I don't see what we have to loose," said IQ. "I'll get a reading on where we are..."
Just then Shadowdancer came to her senses. Seeing Sport 1 linked to the life support, with Trynia leaning over him, she panicked. "What did you do to him!" she cried.
"Easy," IQ said, grabbing her. "It was an accident. Trynia's helping him..."
"Get away from him!" she shouted, rushing to Trynia. Yet Trynia held her back with a restraining hand.
"I will only say this once," she said calmly. "You have got to trust me. I know it's hard. But if I wanted to kill him I'd just leave him here... now back off and let me work! I know you care deeply for him! Let me help him if you return this feeling!"
"Easy," IQ said, holding her back. "It's the only way!"
"All right," she gritted. "But if he gets worse, you'll have me to deal with!"
Soon Bionic 1 and his wife were through the interface. A wind whipped mightily at their faces, and they held their hands up to block it. Mennehotep flew behind them, feeling fate itself as it swirled and spilled around them.
Mother 1 continued to put hands to her head. "My power's going crazy," she gasped. "I can see so many images rushing through..."
Around them reality blurred. The boat continued to sail on water. Yet they saw strange craft around them.
Huge Spanish galleons roared past ocean liners, and Indian canoes. Futuristic craft almost collided into them.
"These are the ghosts of past and future," Mennehotep gasped. "No substance... just shadows..."
"She's right," Bionic 1 muttered. With his bionic sight he saw no physical substance to the images. Yet they were not holographic.
"Reality... is folding in," Mother One said. "And we are caught up in the flux..."
"We must get out of here," Bionic one said. "Mennehotep, can you see the exit?"
"There is one there," said she, pointing to a shimmering light ahead. "But we cannot be sure..."
Mother one gasped in pain. "The images... so fast... too much... I cannot handle them!"
"We must get out, for her sake! What have we to loose?"
"We could emerge in any time... any place," Mother one gasped, holding her hands to her head. It was swollen with so many images it felt as if it would burst.
"Mother 1," Menne said, landing in the boat. "Can you use your power to home in on one direction? Follow an image that's familiar... and I will guide you all..."
"Yes. The other ways... are danger... but that way... might be safe. But I don't know what century it will be in..."
Menne stared to where she pointed. Sand seemed to rise in dunes if she stared past. Instantly she spread wings and took off in that direction. Her wings carried her over strange dunes that looked familiar.
"This way!" she called.
Mother one felt herself blacking out. "I am sorry dear, I cannot..."
Bionic one kept his eyes on Mennehotep's shape. He guided the craft after her. Soon the images stopped blurring around them as they found themselves on a river.
Yet the boats on the river made him look twice. For no modern craft sailed there. He heard an emotional gasp over his wrist com. "I cannot believe it..."
"Where are we," he muttered. "We must have gone back in time!"
Instantly he took in the scenes. Mother one blinked and sighed with relief. "Thank goodness you're okay," her husband said to her.
"The pain is gone. But where on Earth are we?"
"Do you feel up to projecting an image," asked he. "To hide the boat? At least to stop the people from staring..."
She did so, and the boat vanished from sight of the confused fishermen. Mennehotep's voice came over the com again. "I know where we are," said she.
"Where? It looks like..."
"Ancient Egypt," said she. "We are in Thebes. On the Nile river... in sight of the Royal Palace..."
Mother One and Bionic One exchanged glances. Now more than ever they had to trust Mennehotep. For she was from ancient Egypt, and might be their only chance of surviving..
Trynia's nanoprobes spread into Sport 1's body. Quickly they began the slow repairs. Shadowdancer stood next to him, worried out of her mind.
"I'm scanning outside, and I'm reading massive temporal disturbances," said IQ. Rising from Sport 1, Trynia came to speak to him.
"What about Eric... I mean Sport 1..." said Shadowdancer.
"He should be okay now. But it will take time for the nanoprobes to finish their work," Trynia said.
"I'll stay with him," said the teenager as Trynia spoke with IQ. She patted Shadowdancer's shoulder to comfort her. Shadowdancer did not pull away, but looked up as Trynia walked away.
She looked as he showed her the scans. "Mm. True. We are in the midst of the time quake's epicenter."
"Why is the plane not torn apart," he asked her.
"Because, I took the liberty of programing a safe course through it," said Trynia. "It will avoid the worst temporal spots..."
"But where are we?" asked Shadowdancer.
"You might ask when are we," said IQ. "This time quake is the place where many times are converging..."
"But the wind..."
"Is just atmospheric distortion," Trynia explained, linking her hand to the computer. "We can still move in space as well. But moving a distance of only a few feet could land us up in any century. I must pilot us through with the utmost care..."
"Ah," laughed Dr. Scarab. "This is better than I planned! Two parties are trapped... one in Ancient Egypt, and one in the future!"
"What now, boss?" asked Glove and Mechanic.
"Round up those two bionic brats!"
"But what if they manage to get back?" Glove asked Dr. Scarab. "The ones in the future, I mean..."
"I will have changed history by then!" he laughed. "No bionic six will exist for them to come back to!"
At his master's order, Mechanic switched off the time machine. The time quakes sealed off, shutting the breaches instantly. "Now they can't get back the way they came," he laughed.
End of Part 1
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