Time Trap: Blown Away

Tom and his…alliance…had managed to venture deep into the Vinto ship and had managed to find their way into the engine room. There they set to work on trying to destroy the ship’s systems from the inside out.

While Tom sat in front of the computer, hacking into the system trying to access the engine systems to force them to overload, Geoff and Emma held off the various security teams that the Vinto in command continued to send at them. And there was a lot of security.

            “How long?” Emma asked as she decapitated another guard, although she did not receive an answer. “Dad, how long?”

            “Ten minutes; fifteen max.” Tom replied as a disintegration bullet sped past his head and into the console, frying a small section of the computer. “Um…maybe a tad bit longer…”

            “Hurry up,” Emma moaned, looking at her watch to see the hour hand approaching five.

            “If we bypass the overall safety systems then we should be able to force the engines to go critical allowing me to initiated the meltdown and thus cutting the time down drastically.”

            “How long?” Geoff asked as he eradicated another guard from existence.

            “Two minutes,” Tom guessed.

            “Then do it,” Emma and Geoff agreed as more aliens entered into the room.

While in the process of imputing the necessary commands to force the engines to go critical, Tom periodically turned around in his seat and launched a barrage of temporal energy blobs at the aliens. However as the coding began flooding down the page, and his fingers began to ache he realised that the Vinto systems were far more advanced than he could keep up with.

Finally, he managed to find an extremely small and subtle gap in the enemy’s computerised defence that was simply overlooked because of how simple it was, through the gap he altered the course of the excess fuel that was cycled around and back in so that it all led to the reactor.

            “Got it!” he exclaimed as alarms began sounding throughout the ship before his fists came down on the console causing the alarm to abruptly stop. He picked up the microphone and said into it: “Sorry, false alarm. Go back to your everyday activities.”

            “Really?” Emma asked. “‘Everyday activities’?”

            “I worked fast,” Tom countered.

            “I’ll stay,” Geoff stated suddenly. “I will stay here and I’ll ensure they don’t cancel it.”
            “No you won’t,” Emma decided. “Its almost five O’clock. Exactly ten hours after this started. I was ten years old before we altered our ages. Geoff, you have the longest amount of time. And before this ends we will need everything we have. Protect him. He breaks when he loses.”

            “I will,” Geoff agreed, finding it extremely strange that he was feeling sadness rather than relief that Emma was taking the fall.

            “Emma,” Tom croaked.

            “Go,” she replied. “My time is up anyway. Let me bring these bastards down with me.”

Tom nodded and opened a portal for Geoff and himself to escape through. “Goodbye,” Tom sighed before entering the swirling white vortex.

            “Good luck,” she replied in a whisper as the portal shut off, all while her body began going heavy and she began to drop out of existence. “Let’s go,” she snarled before running into the Vinto security, her swords swiping away at her opponents.