Two versions of Amun create an anomaly
As they approached, Taharqo saw Asia lit by the sun. He figured it would be dark in the West, and safe for them to land. Amun entered the coordinates. Passing over the East Coast of the United States, they saw a lighted city beneath them. Street lights formed lines radiating from a central point, the signature of Washington DC. Continuing westwards, Ptah asked, “What should we do if the version of you who is already there, comes to investigate?”
Amun looked up wearily from the display, “I was thinking about that,” he shook his head. “I will need you both to cover for me. There is a large boulder I can move behind, so I won’t be seen.” Ptah looked at him, then, turned towards the window to his right. There, large, beautiful and silver, was Luna, Terra’s moon.
The ship began to descend. They watched the surface grow closer as the ship lowered through the Wyoming night. The brilliant stars they saw earlier as the vehicle bolted towards Terra, were dimmed, blurred by the atmosphere. Looking at the landscape, Taharqo saw conifer trees, boulders, and stretches of sand. A clearing beneath them was silvered from diffused moonlight. The ship set down softly. Amun looked through the windows to orient himself. The cavern was a short distance away. They would set up equipment there.
They headed west on foot, stepping over rocks and fallen branches. Amun led the way. Taharqo noted the smell of pine. Here in the northern U.S., summer had just begun. Days were brilliant and warm, but nights still cool. Hiking towards the cavern, their feet crunched on pine needles. In the distance, they heard the echoing bugle of an elk.
“There,” Amun pointed to a ravine. At one end, stones along with thickly growing brush were scattered haphazardly. “There’s the entrance,” Amun gestured towards a darkness among debris of rock and fallen branches. They made their way down the incline, stepping over small boulders and exposed roots. As they walked closer, the recessed crevasse grew impenetrably black. Amun tapped an instrument at his solar-plexus. A jeweled-device cast a bright beam of light ahead of them.
Two birds flew up in front. Startled, Amun stepped back, then grinned. Shaking his head, he continued forward. As they reached the mouth of the opening, they could smell earthy dampness. The air within was crisp and cold. Looking at the right wall, where Amun’s light beam shone, they saw rocks of different sizes, of brown, sandy hues. Small roots thrust out from thin spaces between stones, the floor was strewn with gravel and sand. To Amun’s left, was a large boulder almost reaching to the roof of the cave, behind it, a larger, open space.
“This is where we’ll set up,” Amun said, throwing the pack off his back. He took it with both hands and set it on the sand. He withdrew a cluster of silver rods. Taharqo watched as Amun plunged the rods into the sand, outlining an area about five meters’ square. The exposed ends of the rods illuminated, casting a yellow light onto surfaces around them. Ptah and Taharqo unpacked their equipment. An owl hooted in the distance.
In a half hour, the equipment was configured. Three instruments sat on the sand. One piece of equipment perched on a tripod, looked like a short telescope. But rather than being pointed at the sky, it was pointed down towards the earth. The back of the cylinder pointed towards the sandy earth in the distance behind them.
“Let’s begin,” Amun ordered. “Activate,” he commanded, as small lighted shapes appeared on equipment. Orange beams of light shot out both ends of the instrument on the tripod.
“Now, we wait,” Amun asserted. Ptah sat down on a rock outside the perimeter.
“How long?” Taharqo asked.
Amun looked at the beam as it steadied and became more solid. “I don’t know.” He glanced back at Ptah, and added, “Keep taking measurements. The instruments will tell us when optimum density is reached.”
Taharqo began walking back towards his pack at the front of the cavern. They heard a low hum coming from the surface. Instinctively, all three looked towards the mouth of the cave. Amun walked quickly. He turned, and took several large leaps towards the back, slipping behind the boulder. They were all listening. They could hear someone walking through brush at the top of the incline. After a few minutes, they saw the earlier version of Amun, wearing century clothing, descending the incline in front of them. Following close behind, was a woman, wearing long pants and hiking gear.
Their familiar guest approached them, shining a common flashlight in their faces, temporarily blinding Taharqo. Soon, the June version of Amun and his female companion were standing at the mouth of the cavern, looking towards them. “What are you doing here?” he asked.
Taharqo and Ptah turned their palms upwards. They still wore environmental suits. Ptah responded, “We have come from October, three months from now,” he said, focusing on the young woman, wondering whether she was human.
Taharqo opened his mouth to continue speaking, when the later Amun, hidden behind the boulder moaned with pain. They both looked back towards the sound, when the woman gasped. Tthey looked forward quickly. Both versions of Amun had collapsed, holding their heads in their hands. Both were moaning, then, as suddenly as he collapsed, the Amun in front, straightened. “What was that?” he shouted. Amun in the environmental suit, walked from behind the boulder. They groaned with pain. Amun behind them collapsed, while the Amun in front of them fell forward, holding his head.
“Stop!” the woman shouted. All four men looked at her. “It’s an anomaly,” she yelled. “Don’t use telepathy, it will…” then she looked up at the roof of the cavern sharply.
All five heard an unfamiliar voice in their heads, strangely, they understood it. They turned, looking out the front of the cavern. The sounds were hisses and clicks, but they understood its meaning. An enemy Tlaloc ship hovered above them. They felt intense emotions, fear and aggressiveness. The woman looked at the men, she knew this was an effect of the anomaly, triggered by the two versions of Amun. Their telepathic abilities were contorted, heightened, and twisted into an ability to understand the Tlalocs.
They felt another communication, this one in the old Tayamni language. It was strong, and telepathic, but a command. It was so forceful that Taharqo and both versions of Amun began moving towards the mouth of the cave. The woman turned and ran out of the cavern, looking up into the sky. No sooner had she reached a clearing, then a white beam of light struck her forehead from above them. She collapsed onto the pine needles and rocks. The men hesitated, attempting to regain control. They felt her energy abating. Ptah took a few more steps ahead when Taharqo sent a sharp command to stop, and deflect. The Tlalocs above, sent forceful commands, ordering them to come into the clearing.
Ptah struggled. He saw both Amuns had collapsed. He could feel the young woman was dead. Taharqo and Ptah looked at each other. Looking down, Taharqo saw his pack and realized he had a laser weapon. Reaching down, he withdrew the weapon and activated shields. Ptah, watched him and did the same. Both men ran into the clearing, and began firing at the Tlaloc ship twenty meters above.
Taharqo’s first shot burned through the center of the ship. They felt fear from them, a panicked series of commands, helplessness. Ptah felt the Tlaloc commander’s decision to raise shields and flee, now that their greatest advantage, the element of surprise, was gone. Taharqo’s laser shot had pierced through the body of a Tlaloc crew member. They both heard another word, the name of the commander, Tecpatl. They continued firing at the ship. They could see electronic shielding activatie around the vessel as it shot away to the north.