*****Europe, Middle Ages*****

     Priss sword slid out of it's sleath. She backflipped away from the
spear. 
     With a yell, the man charged at her with the spear. She sliced it in
two. Four people emerged from the castle. Knights. Probably the same ones
that she had heard in the room above. 
     The first swug. Priss easily dodged out of the way. She struck the
sword out of the knights hand. She didn't want to hurt any of these guys.
For all she knew she could be changing alternate histories here. 
     The second and third charged, she had a hard time fighting, since
her sword was in a stationary place, she couldn't do any of the
complicated sword moves these guys were doing. 
     She tripped another knight. Someone grabbed her from behind in a
bear hug. She struggled for a while, but decided she had better try and
pretend like she was from this time. 
     Of course, that ruled out her flying systems, along with cloaking
and shields... 
     "Stop!" All the knights did as they were orders. They all bowed.
Three knights forced Priss to her knees. 
     The man walked up to her. Dressed royaly. It looked as if she had
just met the king's adviser. 
     "I am Arthur Pendragon, my fair lady and you are?" 
     "King Arthur..." Priss gasped. 
     The king seemed to smile. "You are a woman, yet you fight with the
strength of many men." He turned to the other knights, "Bring her
inside." 
     Once they were safely away from everyone else, the king turned to
Priss. They were in a small round room. With a round table in the center
and a dozen knights seated around it. 
     "I do not know who you are, nor do I want to know. I Simply wish
that you join me. Become one of my Knights of the Round Table." 
     Priss froze. A legendary king asking her to be a knight. Priss
couldn't believe it herself, and she was living it. She finally opened
her mouth to speak, trying to find the right words. 
     "I would be honored, your majesty, to be one of you knights."
Simple, straightforward. Couldn't go wrong, right? Priss didn't know what
else to say. 
     "Good. We shall tell you everything you need to know in due time.
All I can tell you now is that these people seated around this table,
along with a few others, are your allies. To one and all you shall be
known as the Knights of the Round Table, but secretly you shall know one
another by this name. Do not divulge it to anybody. Do you understand?" 
     "Yes sir." Priss tried to sound as confident as possible, but it was
hard. King Arthur seemed the exact same type of person as Sylia. Someone
who commanded respect, only he had Sylia's leadership qualities increased
tenfold. 
     "Kneel, and be knighted." Priss did as she was told. "Arise as a
member of the secret order known only amongst ourselves as...The Knight
Sabers." 
     Was so shocked by the name she almost cut her ear on Arthur's sword
as she jumped up. 

*****Megatokyo, December 11, 2034*****

     Mackie watched silently as his sister leapt from hiding place to
hiding place. She was being pursued by three 34-C's. Normally no problem,
except it seemed her weapons were offline. Along with cloak and
everything. 
     "Sylia, behind you." Priss' voice beeped over the channel as Sylia
narrowly dodged a laser blast from one of the boomers. She turned and ran
straight at it. 
     She jumped, vaulted off it's head, and landed on the other side. 
     She wasn't watching and another boomer hit her from the left. She
went crashing into the wall of the Cest LaVie. She paused their for a
second, Mackie couldn't tell why. A blast seemed to bring her back to
real life. 
     She dove out of the way of another blast. A roar came down the
street as a man and a woman on a motorcycle came by. 
     "Sorry." Sylia said as she grabbed the bike in one hand and the
humans in the other. She jumped on the bike and sped away. 
     Mackie smiled, he couldn't remember the last time Sylia had been on
a bike. She hated them. He launched himself into the air, cloaked and
followed her. 
     While the chase went on below Mackie scanned his sister's suit. Main
thrusters, shields, cloaking, weapons, emergency power. All of it was
gone. What had happened to her that had got her into such a bad position? 
     "Sylia! Watch-" Linna was too late. Three boomers emerged from an
alleyway directly in front of her. Sylia had no chance of stopping and
slammed into them at full speed. She was thrown from the bike and turned
just in time to see six boomers standing over her. More were coming. 
     The first boomer raised it's arm. 
     "Sylia!" Nene shouted. 
     "NO!" Priss screamed. 
     "Sylia!" Linna's voice overlapped with Priss and Nene's. 
     The blast caught Sylia full in the chest. "Sylia? Sylia!" Nene's
voice came over the channel. 
     Mackie himself couldn't believe it. If the Knight Sabers were
destined to come back, Sylia was doomed to die. His older...no....younger
sister. He couldn't believe it. Maybe there was a way... 

*****Megatokyo, 2033*****

     Sylvie sat in an alleyway. She had been here three days now. She had
had sex with a passer by for 100 dollars yesterday. All she had need to
buy was a pen and paper. 
     She sat behind a dumpster. Cramped accomidations, but it kept her
from the cold. Maybe it would be better to be a newer class... 
     She wrote out a letter, fixed her own envelope, and walked a block
to the post office. When she returned she sat down again, absentmindedly.
She didn't know what else to do. As long as the people did their job,
there would be no problem. 
     She turned her thoughts to her own debate on weather to crush her
armband and send her back to her own universe and time, or wheather to
just wait a while longer to see if she was contacted. 

*****Megatokyo, 2030 (Alternate)*****

     Leon followed Priss easily. As fast as she was going she was still
no match for a hardsuit from 17 years in the future. 
     Priss drew a pistol from the back of her bike. She aimed. Both the
car she was following and her motorcycle squealed a little as the came to
a rough turn. 
     Priss dropped her aim to keep her bike steady. They pulled onto a
straight stretch of track. Leon remembered this somehow... 
     The car passed two billboards. A flood of police cars and
motorcycles flew out to block the oncoming bike. Priss skidded to a halt,
ending not five feet in front of a squad car. 
     AD Police had been called in on this one two. Leon himself had been
there... 
     That's why. The reason she must have been that way with him. He was
part of the thing that stopped her from taking her revenge. As Leon
watched, a Mercedes Benz pulled up to the blockade. 
     Priss had been allowed to go free, and the AD Police promised to
look into the case so long as Priss didn't try anymore personal vengance.
That was right before upstairs had told them to dismiss the case. 
     Sylia emerged from the car. She paused, then walked quickly up to
Priss. Some words were exchanged, and Priss suddenly whipped out a switch
on Sylia. 
     The switchblade sprang out and Priss lunged at Sylia. In one fluid
motion, Sylia sidestepped Priss, grabbed her right arm, tripped her, and
brought her arm behind her back. Priss lay with her head on the hood of
the warm car, unable to move, as police came back to the scene. Sylia
simply said she wasn't pressing charges, but asked them to hold on to
Priss' knife for her... 

*****USS Stingray-11:28AM, August 29, 2394*****

     "Nearing the anomily, captain." 
     "Where's the boomer ship?" 
     "Inside, though I don't know how." 
     "Can we get in?" 
     "No, we'd be torn apart by the forces." 
     "After how long?" 
     "With full power to shields? I'd say we got no more than a minute in
there." 
     "Take us in." 
     "What?!?!" The entire bridge crew stood amazed. 
     "Captain, with all due respect, that would be suicide." 
     "You gave me control of this ship, Jeffries. Either take it back or
carry out my orders." Jeffries physically cringed at this. 
     "I am waiting for your tactical orders captain." With Jeffries
behind her, the rest of the crew quickly submitted to Sylia's request. 
     "Shields to full." Jeffries said. 
     "Ahead 1/4 impulse. Bearing 301 mark 0." Conn said. 
     "Sensors to minimal." Sensors called. 
     "All power to shields." Engineering called. 
     "Ship to power down mode. Going to red alert." Operations said. 
     The ship shook. The rumbling began to resemble something like the
Kano Earthquake about twenty seconds into the ride. 
     "Captain, we've been in here for 25 seconds, we can be here for
about 41 more." 
     The ship continued to shake as they went deeper into the rift in
space. 
     "Captain, we can get out of here if we turn around before 32
seconds. Last chance." 
     "No way in hell." Sylia whispered. 
     Seconds, which seemed like hours, passed as the ship shook. 
     "Ten seconds to hull breach. Nine, Eight, Seven," 
     "Captain, there's still nothing out there." The man at sensors was
struggling to keep his footing. 
     "Four. Three! Two!!" 
     "Captain, we've-" 

****Megatokyo-Sometime in the short past, Unknown Universe****

     Nene took off her helmet. She wouldn't have another chance at this.
She knocked on the door. 
     The woman on the other end opened the door and froze. At this point
in time, exoskeletons were just being thought of, and boomers were still
the newest thing. 
     "Mom..." Nene whispered. 
     "Who...are you?" Mrs. Romanova was still frozen in place. 
     "Mom, it's Nene, from the future..." 
     "What?" Her mother couldn't believe what was happening, not that
Nene could blame her. Still, she had quite a bit to prove she was from
the future... 
     Nene convinced her mother to let her in. She knew well enough to
keep quiet, as she had cried herself to sleep in the next room. Nene
talked with her mother, happy for this short reunion she had been given. 
     "So what happens in the future, Nene?" Her mother, now completely
convinced Nene was her real daughter from the future, smiled. 
     She was not in her universe, so there was no reason she couldn't
tell her mother. For all she knew someone else had come into her universe
and done the same thing. She told her the entire story of how she ran
away, only to become a member of the Knight Sabers. From the hyperboomer
incident to the boomer revolution to the events leading up to her
returning to this alternate past. 
     After explaning everything, Nene sat silently. Her mother finally
broke the silence. 
     "Why are you telling me this? What happens here can't effect you." 
     "I guess...I guess I want, your approval." 
     "My approval?" Mrs. Romanova was appalled. "You've run away from
home, become some sort of...techno-guerilla mercenary unit and you want
me to say it's okay?" 
     "The Knight Sabers are nothing like that, Mom. They're my family.
They've always been there for me when I needed them. That's why I had to
keep them together..." Nene paused. "They took care of me and worried
about me. More than I can say for you." 
     Mrs. Romanova let it all settle in before she said anything. "So
this is all my fault? I drove you away?" She was genuienly confused. 
     "No, not all your fault. It was mine too. Mom, I think I'm better
off this way, with the Knight Sabers, than I would be if I stayed with
you." 
     "After all these years of running away, you still believe that,
Nene?" 
     "Yes..." She whispered. 
     "Then if you are happy, I guess I have no reason to stand in your
way. Just promise me one thing." 
     "Anything." 
     "You'll talk to your real mother. The other me. Like you did to me." 
     Nene smiled. "Yes ma'am." She glanced at the clock. "Dad will be
getting home soon. I better go." 
     "Goodbye, my little redhead." Mrs. Romanova tustled Nene's hair the
exact same way she had when she was younger. 
     Nene stepped out of the room. She walked over to the elevator. No
point in staying here to figure out what to do. 
     Nene pressed the down button, but just as the elevator reached her
level, she felt the phaser take hold again.