Log:Blast From the Past, Scene 3

Blast From the Past 2018/01/31 	 General Clifford Betsy Spirit

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Dorian gets a call from the General -- specifically General Clifford Betsy, from the Department of Defense. "Good afternoon, Spirit," he says. Clifford is a Causasian man in his fifties, with salt and pepper hair who wears glasses with heavy black rims. He's got a slender built, and physically not very imposing. "In your last message, you said that you had Meacham in custody? How is that possible?"

Dorian nods and looks at the screen, "Good afternoon, General Betsy. That's correct. He was apparently shunted forward through time, rather than...just across space, like the experiment intended. He appeared at the location where the experiment supposedly occurred fifty years ago."

"That's incredible," Betsy says. He seems open to the possibility that it truly is Meacham. "Look. The project notes are classified and buried... Frankly speaking, the whole affair was a black eye for the military and advanced research projects. If you were looking for information on Meacham's record, I might be able to help, but the project notes aren't on the table."

Dorian nods slowly. "Here's the problem with that. The man can now kick out a strong electro-magnetic field. He was kicking out hard radiation when he first arrived. Without more details and a plan to help diagnose what we're dealing with, it could be far worse than a black eye." He pauses and adds, "I'm not going to hold him here. My intention is to help him get back on his feet, and back out into the world."

Betsy nods. "So you want to know what you're dealing with..." He sighs. "He's radioactive now? Is his condition stable?"

Dorian shakes his head, "No rads are coming off of him now. But after we got him into isolation, he was emanating waves of radiation. Right now, he's more like...a power line. He generates a high EM field. And he was...pretty calm about the physiological transition, surprisingly. His body is metal. No longer human. I'm not sure if he just was dealing with it well, or if he's just someone who internalizes anger. So...that's why we need his personnel file as well."

Betsy sighs. "I can send you a copy of his personnel records, plus some background around the project. The short of it is, I'm not sure that Meacham is the sort of person you want back in the world, with possible special abilities." Betsy pauses a moment. "Is there anything left of the pod?"

Dorian raises a brow, "We have the remains of that as well, and have scientists studying it."

Betsy says, "We'd like to get the wreckage back. In whatever condition it's in, it's still property of the U.S.A.F."

Dorian smiles, "I'll keep that in mind. At the same time, it was...an extra-dimensional incursion, so we need to investigate. Once we're done, I'll be sure to turn the remains over to you."

Betsy smiles cynically. "I didn't realize that Starguard's charter extended to time travel. Where is that written down again?"

Dorian chuckles, "It goes hand in hand with protecting people from incursions from Undermoon, General. Time is another dimension. Just like when Tempus...or Time Pharaoh, as he is known at various times, appeared in Colonial Bay last year, that also fell into the same bucket." He shrugs, "Additionally, you already waited fifty years to get a hold of the remains. I'm sure you can wait a couple more weeks."

"Alright, Perrault," Betsy says. "I'll send over the records. I hope your people will be just as quick in completing their investigation, so the wreck can come back home as soon as possible."

Dorian nods, "I'll be sure to expedite things as much as I can. Thank you for your help."