3x13 - A Brief History of Time
Four thousand years from my destination and abroad the time.
I've scarcely completed the vessel which shall deliver me to my own era.
Gharun-set, activate the traps ... quickly!
My greatest creation ...
so useful to me, but too dangerous to roam free.
If only I had time to destroy him, as I should.
But I have a more pressing death I must prevent.
My own.
â™Ş So make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way â™Ş â™Ş we're gonna have fun tonight â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş So make way â™Ş
â™Ş So make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş make way to start the revolution â™Ş
â™Ş so make way â™Ş
Kind of defeating the whole stealth element of a stealth suit, Bobo.
Hey, how was I supposed to know that Ghanoush went bad?
Maybe because you found it in a garbage can.
Top of a garbage can.
Holiday to Rex. Are you at the site?
There is no site, remember?
Black Knight blew the place to kingdom come.
Yet it's still guarded.
And thanks to the data you stole from Providence, we know why.
Van Kleiss back in time? I still find it hard to believe.
You were sent six months into the future, Rex.
It stands to reason that the reverse is possible.
Well, if you expect to find him here, maybe we should
check the mummy museum.
We're sensing nanites ... definitely V.K.'s.
They've been dead a long time.
Over 4,000 years. I'm also detecting tachyons ...
quantum particles that travel in time.
I think it's clear what he was making.
A latrine?
A time machine.
No way he pulled it off!
If mr. Ego made it back to here and now, we'd know about it.
Some of these nanites are considerably younger.
Just tell me ... where is he now?
The more accurate question is, when is he?
The ordeal is... draining.
But now, back in my own time, I can replenish my nanite reserves and ...
Quis es tu?
I recognize the language, of course ...
classical latin.
Qui ... q-qui annus est?
What year is it?
You dare question a captain of the imperial guard?
Aegyptus is a Roman province!
Answer! Who are you?
Don't bother ... he's clearly sun-mad.
The dialect, the dress ... this is the 2nd century A.D.
A mere 2,000 years has passed. I'm only halfway home!
Another escaped slave. Finish him and be done with it.
It was all the fight I could muster.
I had no way to replace the nanites I'd spent in the journey...
...and my gauntlet had yet to recharge those that remained.
This one shows spirit. He'll bring a good price in the arena.
Oomph!
Save your strength.
Where you're going, you'll need it.
I intend to.
Of the mysterious force, there is no sign.
Yet I sense it is close ...
pursuing me even across the centuries.
I am convinced it is a manifestation of time itself.
My presence is a violation of physics ... an imbalance which
the time stream seeks to correct... by wiping me from existence.
But of this, I am certain ...
if I do not return to my own time, it will surely destroy me.
You are fortunate, slave. To die in the arena is a great honor.
An honor I look forward to bestowing.
You see? Spirit!
Put on a good show, little man,
and I promise to make your end a painless one.
Indeed?
I, on the other hand, make no such promise.
One against so many? Hardly seems fair.
For them.
Ordinarily, I'd say "take me to your leader,"
but I believe he's already here.
Great warrior... never have I seen such a battle.
I am...
Septimius Severus, 21st emperor of Rome,
founder of the Severan dynasty. And, as I recall, you poisoned
your own commanding officer to get his position...
and wear only boots to conceal a prodigious clubfoot.
Are you a man... or a God?
I find both labels rather limiting.
Now, then, you are going to give me whatever I require, starting
with a quiet place to work. I, in return, shall ensure the
growth and security of your reign as emperor.
You may call me Van Kleiss.
Whatever you desire, great Vanklios.
Actually, it's... got a rather nice ring.
What's with this guy?
Gets a portrait done in every time period?
Mm.
Truly a nutjob for the ages. Mm.
Speaking of nuts... want some?
You've been dumpster-diving again?
I prefer "foraging."
Yeah. Nice sleuthing there, Doc.
Nanites decay at a measurable half-life.
I set our sat-net to do a global scan for the same frequency ...
ergo, Rome.
Great. You scan for the next stop, we'll grab a pizza.
Pass. I'm experiencing inexplicable gastric distress.
Rex, it would
take months to scan the entire spectrum.
You need to find the next decay frequency.
Kind of like nanite connect-the-dots!
Can I do it with someone else?
Hey, quiet, you! Rah!
This goose chase just got a little wilder.
My brother's here.
Caesar to Black. We've detected paleo-nanites.
Tachyon readings negative. We're moving to the next hot spot.
Tachyons ...
they want Van Kleiss' time machine. Follow them.
- Come on. - Can you give me a teeny sec?
I gotta find the little gladiators' room.
Advances in the last two millennia have allowed me
to complete my lab in weeks instead of months.
Restrict the flow!
Do you want to overload the power cells?
Meanwhile, my own nanite supply continues to dwindle.
Great Vanklios, protect me!
I've divulged metallurgy and tactics beyond your day.
No man may threaten your rule.
This is no man... but an apparition!
What apparition? Speak, parasite!
A spirit of doom! Numerous sightings ...
the insulare, the rostra, the forum.
Listen! It comes! It comes!
Fool. It only wants me.
I release you.
Go start a few legends.
Nooooo!
Begone! I beg of you! Aah!
Rex, those stress lines ... it's the same
pattern we saw in Egypt.
Report.
These aqueducts are truly marvels of Roman engineering.
Have you picked up the next decay frequency?
Oh ... that. Yes. Uplinking to our global net.
Odd. These tachyons seem unrelated to ...
We have the next target.
Scandinavia. Move out.
White Knight may have people on the trail.
I expect you to do whatever it takes to procure the objective.
Shh!
I've initiated the same steps as in Egypt! Come along.
Rex, we need that decay frequency.
Just one small problem, Doc.
This place... is toast.
Rex? Bobo? Respond!
We're okay, Doc. Not a mark on us.
Same can't be said for my stealth suit.
Whoa!
So many lives... it's become a blur.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Only that I must sail onward, ever onward down the river of time.
Never resting, always moving. Further draining my nanite
reserves beyond my ability to replenish.
At each re-emergence, I am pursued by the nameless force.
I now know it's personal.
I am a virus ... an infection of space-time.
Call it what you like. This is time's antibody.
Whether I am borne home or drowned in its currents,
this is my final journey.
Hurry! I'm not sure if we were followed.
I'm sure.
Don't shoot! It's me.
Holiday?
Shouldn't you be at the plant, connecting the dots?
No more dots to connect. The trail ends here.
And... I'm reading a humanoid form inside.
I'm confused. Is it a time machine or isn't it?
It's not a time machine.
Are those really necessary?
No way you're getting this time machine, bro!
I don't want it. And it's not a time machine.
Well, then, what is it? A meat locker for cold cuts?
Surprisingly close.
We use this technique to transfer unstable nanites.
It puts them into a state of dormancy.
Of course. It's a hibernation chamber.
Only his nanites were dormant.
There would still be neuron flow.
Mind telling me what that means, exactly?
He was... aware. The whole time, for hundreds of years.
He would have felt every minute pass.
No way! He's totally a mummy!
Run! It's coming! It's coming!!
Wah!
Easy. Easy, Van Kleiss.
You're back ... back in your own time.
No! No, it'll find me!
It always does!
You must protect me.
Tachyon readings off the chart!
Rex, you can't affect that thing. I don't know what can.
It's a field of pure tachyons. I've got to get a sample.
Oh, no, you don't!
I'm back! Back in my own time!
You shall not have me!! Oh!
Settle down, Van Winkle.
Oh, no. It couldn't be.
I need some way to contain it!
Tachyons can't be contained!
Yes, they can. Rex!
Rex, it's too risky!
But I know what this is. Correction ... I know who this is.
It's... Breach.
Breach. Breach! It's me ... Rex.
Rex? Are you real... or a dream?
Yeah, yeah, I'm ... I'm real.
I was everywhere ... everywhen.
But I was nothing ... an emptiness, needing to be filled.
The amp pack. Van Kleiss controlled it.
When his nanites were active, Breach was drawn into his timeframe.
The final joining would have destroyed them both.
Guess I should say thanks.
Hey, what are friends for?
Um, we are still friends... right?
You did well, little bro.
And you have your time machine that...
isn't a time machine. Everybody goes home happy.
That? A curiosity ... true.
But it was never our goal.
Van Kleiss?! All this for him?!
What, are you just gonna put him in jail?
It's Providence, Rex. That's their jurisdiction.
You don't need to worry, little brother.
He's going to be well supervised.
- Caesar, what is going on? - Justice.
I'm sorry. What else could we do?
Two words ...
CrĂ©me bruĂ©le.
Ooh. Right after I make a french connection.
Welcome back, Van Kleiss. You look terrible.
Ordinarily, I'd say get some rest, but you've had enough of that, I suppose.
Pull it together. We have work to do.
Do you know who I am?
Yes. I know who you are.
It's been a long time.
A very... very long time.