As they slow down it becomes apparent to the duo that the light in the sky is closing in on them. Marshall tries to remember why this seems so familiar but it all seems as a dream.

"Milord, that light surely seems to be getting closer. Maybe you might twist that handle again and turn us away a little more so we can stay away from it?" There is worry in his voice and Marshall does turn away from the oncoming light and opens the big bike up as much as the dirt road will allow him to.

"I ain't so sure we are going to be able to outrun that thing. You got any more tricks you ain't told me about, Marlin?" Marshal leans forward on the bike trying to gain more speed by being more aerodynamic.

Marlin screams the scream of a very frightened old man as the light covers them.

There is no noise from the light but there seems to be weight to it.

Marshall draws the old Colt and points it directly at the blinding light; he fires a single shot.

All fades to black.

Ever notice how time has no meaning when you are asleep? Days pass as minutes or minutes pass as days depending on how or what your sub-conscious mind is working on at that particular moment. For Marshall it was battle. But for Marlin it was knowledge.

Marlin wakes; he is alone in a dimly lit room. Everything is shiny as a new penny or covered in clean white cloth. He slowly sits up, looking around, wondering where he is and how he has gotten here. He begins to notice things, the soft soothing hum coming from some unknown place, the whiteness of the material covering what could be other beds. He sits with his feet dangling off the side of the bed. Then he notices he too is covered in white clothing, and his skin is amazingly clean. The bed he rests on is more of a table of sorts and he has to hop off it to reach the floor. Something else strange; the force that holds one to the ground is not as strong here. He lightly touches down and for a moment feels as if he were going to bounce right back up.

Marlin walks bare-footed across the room and looks into a mirror. He has never before seen this clear a reflection of himself, except for the little mirrors of Marshal's bike. He is almost frightened as he looks at this reflection. Is this actually him he is looking at? He runs his fingers through his clean and freshly cut hair. Then he turns a bit to the side and places his hand on his well-shaved face as if to contemplate some great thought. But the only thought he can come up with is 'Where am I and how did I get here?'

There is a sound like the squeak of a wagon wheel. But,not really like that sound, yet that is how Marlin associates the noise he hears. He turns towards this sound and notices a small rectangular door or window open in the wall on the other side of the room. A tray piled high with food slides through the opening and the opening disappears again. Marlin carefully pads across the room, looking in every direction almost like a mouse would cross a room full of sleeping cats. He reaches the area where the food is sitting and grabs the plate with one hand stuffing food into his mouth with the other, looking around like someone may enter and take it from him.

On the ceiling in a small black globe. The security camera follows his every movement.

The female aliens watch Marlin stuff food into his face and then switch back to Marshall's room where he gently stirs in his sleep as Irt and Sqirs begin silently undressing and readying themselves to pleasure Marshall as they had just days before. Trying not to giggle, they remove his clothing while he sleeps and both slide into his bed. Marshall stirs softly then sits straight up.

"What the fuck? Where Am I now? Son of a bitch, I am back on this stupid space ship. Where are my … would you PLEASE STOP that and GIVE me back my clothes... Oh my! Not that! ohhhhhhhh!"

Forty-five minutes later, Marshall walks out of the now brightly lit room. His arm around the alien girl on either side of him and a smile on his face. They enter the camera control room. And watch as Marlin gobbles down his food with a wanton sort of lust.

"Ok, ladies, why am I here this time?"

"We seem to have made a small mistake in the time continuum and sent you back too far in time." booms a voice Marshal remembers as Ungl, one of the elders of the ship.

"Yea, I know you did, Asshole! YOU SENT ME TO THE FUCKING MIDDLE AGES...stupid fuck. I was almost fuckin' killed!" The Girls snuggle closer to Marshall, fawning pouty, sad, little faces with lips stuck slightly out.

"Now, calm your self, Marshal, after all, we did come back for you." The voice is stern but caring.

Marshall sits in the well-cushioned chair and the girls follow by sitting on his lap, kissing his face and neck.

"When are you going to take me to my time? And why is Marlin here with me this time?"

"We need you for the moment. And Marlin too. We seem to have misplaced something around your time in earth's history. And we need you to retrieve it. We thought you and Marlin made a good team, so...,we are sending you both."

"Ok, if it's close to my time in history then, cool, send me. kissing one of the girls and fondling the other's breast while she nibbles on his ear. "Although, maybe I don’t want to go this time. Maybe I want to stay here and play in the gene pool." switching girls and breasts.

"You must go, you have no choice." the voice from the speaker booms. "That, or we drop you here and now and we don’t think you will like pre-human earth. But for now, go have some fun and relax with the girls."(Loud laughing)

Marshall retreats to the room where he woke and in no time, he and the girls are deeply engaged.

Marlin, on the other hand, has also met one of the females on board and is actually sharing his food with her. He is chattering a mile a minute about all he and Marshall have been through for the last 48 hours or so.

The young attractive alien woman sits quietly for a moment, then stands and walks over to him and throws him to the floor in a lustful and sexual way. Marlin puts up a fight for a little while, but soon, he too is engaged.

Marshall wakes and finds himself alone in his room again. He stretches and dresses. And soon he tries the door. It is locked, so he busies himself by looking over his garments for holes and taking out the cockleburs.

The door opens, a tall slender half-human woman with pale skin and blue cat-like eyes and long deep purple hair enters the room.

Marshall moves to the edge of the bed and begins to undress staring at her. He is noticing how tall and slender she is for an alien, and how tight the clothing fits. As he is beginning to remove his pants, she begins.

"Oh please, do you really think that is what I want? You have to be kidding me. I am here to tell you Marlin is not returning to the surface with you this time. I am, this mission is much too important for the two of you bumbling idiots to screw with. NOW, get dressed you are to be told what your part in all this is and when we are leaving." she turns and walks to the door, pauses there for a moment, then looks over her shoulder in a very alluring way "Quit looking at my ass!!!"

Marshall shakes his head not knowing what to say. Re-doing his pants and belt, he also exits the room. Following the purple-haired woman as she walks down the hallway, his mind wanders to a fantasy of what she would be like to have relations with. She disappears from his sight as he daydreams. Soon, he too, is at the door and enters behind her.

They walk to the table in the middle of the room. There are two plain metal chairs close to one an other at one end of the table. A thin beam of light comes from the table's center and reaches up about two feet. As they sit, a soothing female voice begins to speak but Marshall has no idea what it is saying since it’s speaking in the alien language. The beam of light wavers for a few seconds then the language changes so Marshall can understand it too. A small, scantily dressed woman appears in the light beam. She is the one who is speaking to Marshall and the purple-haired woman.

"I am the Oracle. And this is what we need of you..."

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