Time Compressed

[Elario Luminus]

Acheron took the cable and found that it plugged nicely into the slot where an AI would normally slot into. He waited for the jump to take place, wondering what it would feel like. Slipspace, perhaps? He pushed the thought out of his head and got ready. He felt a pounding sensation around him as well as seeing rings appear around him and, he assumed, the Albatross. The pounding slowly dissipated, and their was a flash so bright even the light filters in his faceplate had trouble dimming the blaze.

When the light disappeared, Acheron felt disorientated and light-headed, marking the feeling down due to not being used to travelling through time. As the feeling went away, he found that his weapons had fallen from his back. Bending down to pick them, he looked around and assessed his surroundings while he checked his armaments. Initial air readings said the air was breathable, even if it was contaminated by fuel and petrol of various sources. It seemed they were in a city of some kind, and a quick location check told him that they were in San Diego. Acheron looked around at the civilians around, noticing that they wore varying costumes and outfits of colour and style.
"This is San Diego. It's different than how it is in my time. Here it's clustered. And these people wear the weirdest clothes."

[Sparkles]

Sammy007: I wish I had your busy schedule
K33l3r: Girl, you crazy. You have my life, you go crazy
Sammy007: So I'm crazy either way
K33l3r: Somethin' like that
Sammy007: Hmm... what time is it where you are?
K33l3r: morning time. How bout you?
Sammy007: lunchtime
K33l3r: what's on the menu?
Sammy007: -.- ... gasoline
K33l3r: O.o Right. Well i'm gonna have to shoot, Sam. I've got a grab a shower, clothes and a coffee or two before work. Keep safe babycakes, okay?
Sammy007: I'll make sure I remember to brush my teeth and rinse as well. Will that make you happy?
K33l3r: very happy. And get some decent food into you girl! Everytime I think of you I feel hungry.
Sammy007: kk, ttys.

Her head resting on the desk, Sam rolled her eyes. For all K33l3r knew, she was 200 pounds and chowing down on a deep fried marsbar as they talked. Of course, what he didn't know was that she weighed in at 314 pounds and hadn't eaten food for the last decade. And to all above, how she craved.. well.. everything. Food was one of the things she dearly missed about her childhood. Sure, the pain sucked; and big time. But she missed the food. Neither of her parents had been gormet chefs, but they both knew the number for pizza delivery.

[Lykaios]

After the jump, Shifter looked around. Having honestly not expected to appear in San Diego, Shifter was unprepared for what might happen to a giant spaceship suddenly appearing, no less than what would happen when they began to travel around searching for whatever they were searching for in this time-frame. At this exact moment, Shifter wasn't sure; though there was without a doubt, a reason for being there.

"Land your ship somewhere...that isn't so obvious..." Shifter requested. A large ship flying around was not something they needed to try and explain in the twenty-first century.

"I'm not sure what we're looking for, though I imagine we'll know it when we find it..." Shifter said. Shifter was very much concerned by the location change...

[Elario Luminus]

Acheron looked around again after Shifter's request and noticed they were getting odd and wondrous looks from the civilians. He weighed the odds and decided on moving the Albatross would be best. "I'll move it, but I'm not entirely sure how to do that. If we're doing our best to stay inconspicuous, then getting the bird in the air would be a bad idea. My technology, and by extension your technology, weren't available in this time."
He paused as he watched an incredibly accurate recreation of a Troop Transport Warthog fly past down the street, filled with what looked like UNSC Marines.
"On the other hand, it seems that we might fit right in. Is there a way you can just hide the dropship? If it can be cloaked, I'll move it onto a rooftop and we'll see where these people are headed."
He stepped into the Albatross and stowed his rifles into the armoury, then headed towards the cockpit to get the dropship started.

[Sparkles]

After a night of non-stop talk over msn, facebook, a bunch of other networking sites and online gaming with wireless communication (at least on her end), along with her neighbor's stereo blasting out obsene music until an hour or so ago, one would think that Samara would be tired and need to sleep. But this had been nothing more than a reguar night and as sleep wasn't truely a requirement and she had a job to get to, there wouldn't be any sleeping on the ajenda for a while.

It was now11.30am, but it would be 8.30am in Los Angeles; where she needed to be by 10am. Time to get a wriggle on. And considering it took aproximately 5 hours and 45 minutes to get from JFK airpot (the closest one to her home) to Los Angeles, it was a good thing that the company that was hiring her had enough money to book her a jet. If you didn't call that traveling with style then nothing ever would be.

It took little time to get to JFK from her home as she was literally within walking distance. It's what made her home so affordable; noone in their right mind wanted to live this close, making her rent nice and cheap - almost affordable.
Once at JFK, getting to her designated jet was another story. It was a good thing security knew of her or it would have taken that 5 hours and 45 minutes regardless of the speed she'd be traveling at.

It took a good half an hour but finally, Sam was allowed to cross the tarmac and enter the jet. Not wanting to meet the pilot and have to answer unwanted questions, Sam did what she was hired to do; act as if she was a highly advanced robot and not interact with anyone or do anything until they arrived at Comic Con. It was only moments after the doors of the jet were sealed that she began to feel the rumble of the engine and the swell in her chest; she hated heights - aka, she hated planes.

[Lykaios]

Shifter considered for a moment what the Spartan was suggesting. And while the Shifter did not possess cloaking technology, they could still rewind and freeze time. The plan was in mind the same time the power for this size loop set into motion. Starting by rewinding, Shifter watched as the scale working model of a Warthog zoomed in reverse back past them. And kept using the Albatross' own power source to rewind far enough back for them to have not yet arrived, and then froze time.

"I'm using the Albatross to power this extensive time distortion. So while it's stopped, I suggest flying far away from here. Try that roof over there." Shifter said, pointing to a building that had a sign saying Comic-Con. It had a few science fiction looking craft on the roof already, so Shifter assumed that their Albatross would be able to go unnoticed.

Shifter kept the stop active till the Spartan had flown to the destination, and then realised that they hadn't introduced themselves as yet.

"Call me Shifter, Spartan. And what should I call you?"