"What the hell?" Dan said outloud exactly what everyone else was thinking. "We've landed in the middle of a ******* warzone,"

"Anyone else ever flown in conditions of war?" asked J.D. " 'Coz I never have."

"You can manage J.D.," said Trixi reassuringly. "You're the best pilot we have on board,"

"Yes Ma'am," he replied. "But still,"

"I said you can do it,"

"Yes Ma'am," said J.D., as another trio of missiles exploded, this time just off the starboard side. The Reaper rocked again, and once more the electrics did their flickering dance. "Pete, I need a way out,"

"Working on it man, working on it," said Pete from his station. "I'll have you one, just as soon as I work out where we are."

"I know where we are," shouted J.D. "We're back where we should be. Look," he nodded at the scanner. "That's Prima,"

"**** you're right," replied Pete. "What the hell have we come back to? What year are we?"

"Twenty-three twenty," said Trixi, after checking the Half-Light display.

"Anyone else remember there being a war last year?" asked Dan.

"Not this far out into the system," replied J.D. "All fighting was confined to the Inner Ring,"

"I don't want to freak you all out," Lemmy spoke, startling everyone as usual.

"Why does anyone say that line?" Pete tried to take the edge off the atmosphere, as yet another missile exploded, much closer this time.

"I think we changed history," This time, no one responded to Lemmy. They were all extremely freaked out, none of them really relishing in the thought that they may have changed everything. "When we dematerialised the second time when we all thought we were above the north Atlantic, well we weren't."

"What do you mean Lemmy?" asked Dan, confused. "And how do you know?"

"I just thought I'd check back for reports around the time we almost impacted," Lemmy went on. "There's talk of a meteor crashing into the sea just off the coast of Iceland on January fourteenth, two thousand. Two weeks later a group of Icelandic scientists discovered what they called Space Debris washed up at Reykjavik. From this debris they were able to build technology significantly better than the rest of the world. Much of it turned out to be flawed. The most significant technology though was a space craft way ahead of it's time. They developed an early version of the Terraform project and the Icelandic people claimed the Moon as their own in two-thousand fourteen. From what I gather..." Lemmy paused as J.D. pulled a semi-loop to avoid another missile attack, and then she carried on. "From what I gather, this caused World War Three which was won by Iceland, although four years later the CIA infiltrated the Icelandic Government and tore them down from the inside. America never invaded the United Kingdom, instead it was the other way around. Britain gained control over the United States, aside from Alaska which remained the last stand for the Free America Movement."

"So is that why these guys are such bastards?" J.D. shouted over as he avoided yet another missile attack. "They're British?"

"English actually," Lemmy carried on. "England won the British Civil War because they forced the American Army to fight for them."

"That does explain a few things," said Trixi. "Throughout history the English have never been at peace unless they were at war, hence this shit-storm we've arrived in." As she finished, an incoming message came up on screen. The vision was that of a female, probably around her late twenties.

"You have entered English airspace, identify yourself at once else the next missile will make contact." She spoke in perfect English, The Queen's English. The kind of English accent you only ever hear spoken by bad guys in films.

"This is The Reaper," Trixi replied. "I am the Captain of this vessel, and we have as much right to this space as you do."

"You do not," was the reply. "Surrender your vessel immeadiately."

"If we refuse?"

"Then we have no choice but to destroy you. You have two minutes." Trixi cut the transmission.

"K, what do we have in the way of firepower?" Trixi yelled into the Com.

"How many ships are we fighting?" replied K.

"I count seventeen," said Dan.

"Right, I have an EMP. It sends a pulse straight to the core of anything electrical within a five mile radius."

"That should do it," replied Trixi.

"We have to shut down all systems before we can use it,"

"Already on it," said J.D., as he flicked multiple switches. "Can you activate the EMP from there K?"

"Ready and waiting,"

"Good, just let the engine power down, on my mark," J.D. waited a few seconds. "Mark." K hit the EMP, and a ripple of energy ran in all directions away from The Reaper, knocking out every system on all it's aggressors. As soon as the EMP reached it's five mile limit and fizzled out, J.D. powered back up and The Reaper sped off, it's crew laughing and joking with each other.

"May I make a suggestion Ma'am?" Pete said to Trixi. "That suggestion being that we get our asses outta' here and get back to our own timeline?"

"Sounds good to me," replied Trixi. "But..." And suddenly she knew. The Black Hole Generator given to her by her father was exactly what the Half-Light was, only it was the other half. The Yin to the Half-Lights Yang. Without it's opposite number, either one would randomly pick a destination out of a hat, as it were. When both were connected, it gave the ability to pick and choose. "K get up here," she shouted into the Com. K arrived, and now the whole crew were assembled in the bridge. Trixi went on to tell the story about her father, her sisters and her mother, the truth about the Half-Light, and the ability she now had to remember things that were yet to happen.

"So what you're basically saying, family issues aside is that if I attach the Black Hole Generator to the Half-Light, creating a kind of hybrid Half-Light, then we can go home?" K asked.

"Pretty much yeah,"

"Then what the hell am I waiting for?" K shouted, running down to the engine room. Dan smiled at Trixi.

"You OK Ma'am?" He asked.

"I will be," she replied. "Let's go home."