“The rules The Law of Time as you know them, huh? There is a non-edited and a limited version?” Captain Traumatic insists.
“The time capsules could be used in a circular motion,” Captain Sunblast ventures, “it has been suggested before, but it is illegal because it breaks the Code of Convention on the ethics of time travelling established by the Geneva Roll-X Convention, Article XXVIIIIIIIII.1) e.o.n, era 55X, year 2020. You are in possession of the copies of the original time capsules and, aside of the shuttle’s instruments now being disabled and generating undetectable time particles of unknown substances and magnitude, these copies’ imprint may be lacking.”
“Lacking in what? And I told you: I don’t have them,” the Captain insists, looking at the King-Fool.
“I’ve nothing to do with breaking time,” the King-Fool admits, it fell at the wrong time. It was purely coincidental, a lack of synchronicity, that’s all. It was meant to be caught but fell of its own accord, out of my hands, out of reach, a fated mistiming instant in time.”
“You juggled time?” Captain Starcrusher asks, dismayed.
“You broke the law,” Captain Sunblast affirms.
“No one can ignore the law,” Captain Clusterflame continues, “not even I,” his eyes achieving a rounder shape, one close to allow popping out of their sockets as if to convince of his righteousness through a hypnosis technique only he knows of.
“Such law does not exist when one isn’t aware of it,” Captain Traumatic says.
“We came from the past,” the King-Fool says, “as you came from the future, looking for us. How could we know of a law that hadn’t yet been invented?”
“Linear. Time is linear. Knock this into your head!” Captain Starcrusher says.
To be continued…