Time ceaselessly flows from event to event in an ongoing progression, one day to the next, never stopping or turning back. Time, a continuous flow of reality, slips ahead, pauses for no thing or no one, and never changes direction in its progression into the future. Yet, time is not as it seems…

“Bove,” the voice woke him from a deep sleep. He opened his eyes and blinked against the light, closed them, then eased them open to adjust to the brightness. The sun was streaming in through the window, warming his face. He pushed himself up and looked around, where am I, he wondered, then asked, “Who’s there?”

     “Bove,” Kabluff said, “we need your services.”

     Bove blinked and spotted Kabluff sitting across the room next to a small table. “What?” Bove’s thoughts spun around in his head. “My services?” 

     “Yes, the colonists on Kryth have sent a search party out to find a site to expand the colony.”

Kryth, where during his last mission as a member of the First Encounter Team he received visions of the destruction of the inhabitants, intended to keep the colony from being built, but despite the visions, Earth built it. Later Bove learned the visions were deceptions designed to make him vote against creating the colony. Now another vision for what? They want my help again? Bove ran a hand through his hair.

     “You must go to Kryth and convince the colonists to move. You must convince Earth to move them.” Kabluff’s voice rose emphasizing the need. He straightened up and gazed at Bove.

     “What? What are you talking about?” Bove rubbed his eyes and looked around. “Another vision!” he mumbled and pushed to his feet, glancing around the small room. A single bed sat against the wall and sunlight streamed through the window above it. Kabluff sat close to the single door, his face calm, feet flat on the floor, and a stern expression on his face. “Sit,” he commanded.

Bove hesitated, glanced around again, and verifying it contained one door beside Kabluff, he lowered himself back onto the edge of the bed.

      "Okay.” Kabluff studied him for a moment. “We can’t allow another site, so we need you to stop it. You have committed to do the right thing, and stopping this site is the right thing.”

     “You want me to stop it?” Bove locked eyes with Kabluff. “No, I want nothing to do with this. It’s your problem, you stop them.” He glanced away. “You can deal with it.” He stood up again, then sat back on the bed. “You remember how successful I did with your last demands?”

     “Oh, your information was quite informative. We now know the Kazons lack the capability to remove the colony, so you must do it.”

     “Why me?” Bove blinked. “I don’t have any authority to make decisions about the colony. The colonists won’t listen to me, and neither will the government. So, why me?” Bove stood again and looked out the window at a field of wheat that went on forever. “It’s pointless for me to even try.”

     “You have more influence than you know, Bove.” Kabluff said in a soft voice, he stood and stepped closer to Bove. “Your last mission proved the government will listen to you. You brought them valuable information concerning the situation on Kryth. Information that helped prevent a conflict. They will listen to you.”