![]() ![]() “The drug was originally created by the Tirolians to counter the occasionally very deleterious effects of the first generations of space fold drives. At the surprised look Daniel shot him he explained. Taking a long flight like this after so long is therefore a bit taxing even with an anti-jetlag drug in my system.” “While your people use it for that that is not that particular drug’s primary purpose,” Exedore answered with a smile. “Until I left Santiago, I hadn’t been on a plane for over a decade. “Not these days, Exedore,” Daniel replied with a smile of his own as he fastened his seatbelt for landing. “Not used to flying for long periods are you Doctor Jackson,” Exedore asked with a smile. He had made sure to take some before they had left New Macross. Thankfully the phenomenon known as jetlag was a thing of the past as drugs existed now – and had done since two thousand four, along with numerous other things they had been developed from technology and knowledge found on a fallen alien starship that had been both a Rosetta Stone and a Pandora’s Box in equal measure – that compensated for physiological upsets that caused the condition. Please prepare for landing.” “Finally,” Daniel muttered, it had been a very long time since he had taken a flight anywhere, let alone one like this that crossed hemispheres and multiple time zones. “We have entered the approach pattern for Fort Minotaur and will be landing within the next ten minutes. “May I have your attention please,” the voice of Captain Hunter said from the public address system gaining all their attention. They had both been very good conversationalists, he’d especially enjoyed talking with Exedore as the anthropologist in him had been fascinated to learn more about the Zentraedi as a people and how they were learning to, slowly but surely, embrace a way of life that didn’t involve being at war all the time. At least I have good travelling companions, he thought glancing across at where Major Grant – or Claudia as she kept telling him to call her - and Exedore were sitting. ![]() Then after a hearty breakfast they had boarded this plane and begun a long trek across first the Atlantic Ocean then the Mediterranean Sea towards Crete. ![]() First there had been a flight from Santiago to New Macross City where he had spent the night put up in one of the nicest hotels in the city. Since then, everything had been something of a whirlwind, the vast majority of his time being taken up by travelling. Both the speed of their offer, and the immense generosity of it, had communicated to him quite clearly that whatever this was, whatever the UEDF had found beneath the remains of the Giza Plateau it was big, possibly as big as the arrival of the SDF-1 had been nearly fourteen years ago. He had later found out from friends among the staff that not only was the university getting a hell of a lot of money – enough to run it for nearly five years – from the UEG but they were getting a whole lot of state-of-the-art equipment out of it along with a full refurbishment of the campus. Within no more than two hours he had received a phone call from the dean of the university informing him that they had agreed to loan his services as a translator to the UEDF, though they hadn’t said at the time what they had been given or offered in exchange. As soon as she had had his agreement Major Grant had set things in motion with a call, from a portable fold comm device, straight to Admiral Gloval himself. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around how quickly events had moved from the moment he had agreed to assist with the translation of the hieroglyphics. Which was apparently Fort Minotaur a UEDF military base on Crete – a base that was serving as the centre of UEG political and UEDF military operations in the European sector – a few miles to the south-west of the capital city of Heraklion. ~~~///~~~ Chapter Two UEG Private Flight LT14 Two Days Later Daniel’s mind was still somewhat awhirl as he sat in an incredibly comfortable seat as an official government plane conveyed him towards his destination. As a result, please keep the legal attack dogs – also known as lawyers – firmly muzzled and on a leash as I have no money to give to anyone. Chapter Two Robotech: The Stargate Saga Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and universes that I am about to mangle around and mash together for my own demented author amusement – sadly all Robotech and Stargate characters and concepts remain the property of Harmony Gold and MGM respectively – I am merely borrowing them and make absolutely no profit from their use. ![]()
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