Synopsis

Hunter is a survivor from a world gone mad, a world where death, oppression and depravity have replaced honor and chivalry. Earth is not how Artorias remembered it and Medraut's evil has spread to the worlds beyond. Fleeing from the Doomwatch, Hunter stumbles upon the Time Weaver Flagship. Everything changes and Hunter discovers that there is more to him than he ever thought possible.

The Timeweavers is a classic tale of good versus evil, of the Knights of Arthur and a battle waged across the stars.

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Chapter One
Masters of Time

The sound of gunfire reverberated through the rocks that amassed on all sides of the cavern. Hunter paused to catch his breath as he darted behind a huge outcrop of ancient stone. His heart was pounding and adrenalin rushed through his system. He usually kept a cool head though and this time was no exception. Immediately in front of him were his companions in various defensive positions. The only female among them was leading their descent into the deep caves extending from the back of the cavern in which they had taken refuge. Hunter was between them and the pursuing Doomwatch task force. He leaned cautiously around the rocks at the entrance and caught a glimpse of the patrol still behind them. Their ship was a wreck on the open ground outside and the pursuers were racing across between the wreck and the cave mouth. At that moment, their ship exploded in a blinding flash. It lit up the darkening sky and threw some of the pursuers up in the air with the force of the explosion.

“Damn them all," yelled Elman as they took off running again.

“That's the most expensive way of landing Hunter. I think I'll shoot Culver myself.”

“It wasn't his fault!" Hunter called after him. “We were sold out, you know that. Chernak probably had something to do with it."

Chernak had a reputation as being one of the biggest villains in the galaxy, largely exaggerated by his own cunning, but it wouldn’t be the first time he’d used the Doomwatch to dispose of the opposition. Hunter turned his head when the huge Krylos yelled at him, waving his gun.

“Where the hell are we anyway?"

“How should I know?" Hunter coolly got off another round in the direction of the pursuit. “Ask Rigg! He's the navigator!"

“Sol 3 ...I think!" came from Rigg. “The place they call Earth.”

“You think!" Elman was scornful. “You do better, with half your instruments blown out and a shattered communications mechanoid!"

“It hardly seems to matter where we are at the moment." Hunter fired behind him yet again. "It may have escaped your notice, but we are being pursued. The pressing thing right now is saving our backsides, not who turned us in."

“Well I'm not going back in one of their prison hulks for you or anybody else!" declared Krylos. “They can finish me here.”

They followed after Relda and the rest of the crew into the descending caves and passages. It was much larger and more complex than it had seemed. They kept going, emerging from a tunnel to pile into a huge cavern of tremendous depth, the only way across being a narrow rock causeway with a steep drop either side.

“Get going," Hunter ordered.

“Over that?" yelled Elman. "Can you see any other way to go?"

“I hope you know what you're doing boss!" Elman muttered. “We haven’t a clue where we are going.”

“Away from that lot,” Hunter gestured in the direction of their pursuers. "Just get on with it.”

Shaking his head, Elman raced across the causeway, followed by most of Hunter’s crew, leaving only Krylos and Relda with Hunter. He turned his head to Relda, his hand outstretched. Without a word she passed him a couple of flat metal discs.

“Now get after them!" Hunter said quietly, watching as Relda took to the causeway. “You too Krylos," Hunter said, turning the center of the discs.

“When you go, I go!" came the definite reply.

Their pursuers were in sight again now, light reflecting from their helmets. Powerful beams swept the caverns, seeking their quarry with relentless thoroughness.

“Get to the middle of the causeway then and cover me."

Krylos moved swiftly for such a large man, obediently stopping to fire back at the pursuers. Hunter followed him, hurling a disc back as he went. The second one he left on the first half of the causeway. There was a blinding flash as they raced for the other end. Once there, they looked back at the gaping hole visible in the dust and debris revealed in the dim light. The beginning of the causeway was gone, the gap so wide further pursuit was impossible.

“I hope to God this does lead somewhere,” he muttered.