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There was nothing.

Just...nothing.

Well, that's a bit inaccurate. The nothingness was a bluish and seemingly endless void. It was something akin to outer space. There was nothing to stand on and unless one had the precautions or knew how to get around, they would fall for all of eternity. Thankfully, the atmosphere was breathable somehow and there could be gravity if an object such as a surface could exist in this bizarre dimension. The blues fluctuated to lighter and darker shades at random, as if the world itself was a living and breathing creature.

Inside of the void, there were these streams of the brightest of whites. They were straight, sometimes wavy, spread everywhere, and connecting to other similar lengths just like it. They created giant and seemingly infinite branches like a massive spiderweb. Because the void reached into eternity, there was an equally boundless amount of these webs.

There was an unusual singular object, or objects, that stood out against this seemingly natural and _unnatural _place within existence. Its appearance was what the creatures known as humans created to one sail the great oceans of Earth, although this one was wildly different.

It was massive. It had five sets of massive sails, each with a whitish sheen and adorned with hexagons. There were three main sets of sails in the very middle, slightly in the front, and slightly in the back. The three had three vertical sails each, with the biggest at the bottom and the smallest at the top. Each of these where shaped like semi-circles, the barely visible hexagons adorning them.

There was a set of three triangular sails in the very front above the bowsprit, the smallest in front and the largest in the back in front of the foremast, the closest of the middle sails to the front, also with the polygon patterns on it and in the same hue.

At the very back above the quarterdeck was two large sails in the shape of half triangles. One was on the left side and the other on the right, both straightened to mimic the behind of the ship. Both had the familiar hexagon shapes and whitish colors on it.

Underneath the light brownish ship's bowsprit was a dragon with both front paws out like it was trying to hold its chest with its maw wide open. Sapphires of the brightest blues were the eyes of this yellowish drake, its lower half absorbed into the ship itself.

One the sides were several silvery cannons on four smooth wheels on both the battle stations inside and on the deck. These weren't normal cannons; these were one of plasma. Using condensed energy, they can shoot large, flashing blue bolts of destruction and can not only kill anyone instantly, but can reduce most traditional ships in seconds.

At the very back of the ship behind the captain's quarters was the booster engines. The sails, as signified by their hexagon pattern could not only harness the wind, but also the Sun. Solar sails, he called them. Using the massive pool from the internal power source conceived from the future or light from the Sun, the four booster engines, in combination with the installed hyper drive, could blast the vessel at unbelievable speeds unimaginable by the original model's time period. There were two boosters on the left and right sides stacked on each other, and in the middle was the tail. In case the ship had to move the old-fashioned way, the tail would have to do instead of the engines. As of now, its purpose was to direct the ship where the wheel above on the quarter deck dictated it to. There were also two boosters on each side under the ship just below the captain's quarters, with their purpose being to allow the ship to gain altitude. An anchor with an accompanying lever in the lower barge was on the upper front right side of the ship for those adventures where the seas would be better or more necessary than the sky, space, or this dimension.

The wheel on the quarter deck controlled the ship, along with the flat panel to the side of it. Like a podium on the front right side of the wheel before the stairs to the main deck, was the control deck with several buttons, which the captain would be able to electronically perform actions on the vessel, such as the anchor. On the left and right sides were a column of buttons to the plasma cannons, and ones that correlated to controlling the sails and boosters among other things. It was only there if there was less than the ideal number on the ship to make the crew, as a big group of people manning the various parts of the ship was more effective and faster, along with giving more control.

The inside had it all. Bedrooms, a brig, meal hall, the whole deal. There was much more within her than one would expect.

She was a beauty.

This ship, this vessel of the future and the past was known as the S.S. Harmonus.

The S.S. Harmonus would have been able to hold about a few dozen people, about fifty. However, the grand ship had not fifty, but currently only two occupants.

On the left deck with their elbows on the railings on the side of the vessel was a very young man of about twenty-six. He had very long hair that was the color of liquid gold and piercing bright blue eyes that had an endless ocean of emotion, power, determination, and solace. He had a bright blue tunic over a white under shirt that covered his whole upper body over his arms. His hands had brown leather gauntlets on with his finger tips out. Cover for protection but openness for feeling objects and weaponry in his hands. Underneath his tunic was incredibly durable and life-saving chain mail, each chain in the shape of a hexagon gracefully weaving in and out of others just like it. Created from metals of the future, it provided astonishingly high protection with little impact on agility and speed. The tunic ended on a metallic belt with a shiny belt buckle in the middle. The article had two bizarre objects on the sides of it.

The first one was on his right side. Within a strong leather holster, held a weapon created in the distant future. It was a strong appearance, its dark body a squarish shape with a line of blackened metal on the four corners of this rectangular prism body. There was a spike on the end of the top side with intention. There was a glass hole close to the back end of the prism on the left and right side of it. Underneath it on the back end as well was an extension in the shape of a thinned cylinder angled one-hundred-twenty degrees from the prism. A thin loop within that angle existed with a "C" part coming from withing the main body, the loop appearing like a person skilled in geometry created it within the angle. Above the loop on the body was a circular switch which had easy access. In the very front of the prism was a hollowed, wide, and short tube coming out of the body.

This weapon was his plasma pistol.

Incredibly powerful and unknown to those of the past, the weapon in the hand of a great marksman is a tool of destruction. With a single shot, it could blow up any creature its bolts it and can destroy most armors in a matter of seconds. Its only flaw was that it could overheat after continuous use. Since its power source inside gave it an unlimited number of shots, it had to be used sparingly.

The second object on his left side was magnetically held. It was a black-colored gripped tube with what appeared to have three-dimensional pentagon on its end and another rectangular shape that was much thinner than the other weapon. On the handle was a switch to activate its true use.

This was his plasma sword.

Unlike metal ones, the blade of this weapon could theoretically cut through any thing like a knife through butter. The blade, yellow when activated, could reduce any other tool to utter shame, its ability to cut and kill being unmatched except by his other weapons.

On the belt above his rear on his right side was several spherical objects that looked like two halves of a ball stuck together. On the upper "half" was three switches.

These were his grenades.

The top switch was to set to an explosive, the one under it to turn it into an incendiary, and the third and bottom most button was to set to a flash. An all purpose throwable with lethal and nonlethal options. These could turn any creature or object into past-tense, splattering cauterized remains, burning them alive, or blinding them for a strike or a tactically retreat.

On the front of the belt on his right side was a circular object with a blue light in the middle.

This detachable object had two functions which were invaluable. They generated an invisible shield that activates automatically, protecting him, and could make him invisible when tapped on, cloaking him in any situation.

Under the belt was a white under garment that acted as his pants that led all the way to his dark blue boots. Inside the boots was the softest of wools that protected and warmed his covered feet and on the bottom of the boots themselves were bent parts for his joints and two shallow circular holes that were the boosters that could propel him and make his go at great speeds if utilized properly.

Attached on his shoulders via metal pieces was a cyan cape matching his tunic made of the softest of fabrics and could be easily detached in cases where combat is unavoidable.

And finally, there were three necklaces around his neck.

One of a gold-encrusted sapphire cross within a thin piece of leather.

One of a silver dragon with diamond for eyes and a sapphire in its breast, attaching itself on a metal chain with its wings.

And finally, a golden chain holding a shiny golden pocket watch with a runed symbol carved into its back. It told the time with the greatest accuracy, regardless of the time space, except here, were its hands stood still.

This man was named Brian, or more specifically, the one known as the Traveler, the only version of himself to conceive time travel.

When the war between Dragonkind was raging on, slowly destroying Earth as it refused to cease, he discovered an almost improbable truth.

While living with humanity since his known existence, he secretly found that he somehow had powers beyond even his comprehension. He didn't know why or how he got them.

They just, showed up.

After realizing this, he secretly, slowly, and quietly left the world behind, secluding himself in an incredibly unfindable place in the name of isolation.

After many days of contemplation, he decided to test his abilities and put them to good use alone. He sought to find a way to end the war once and for all or at least silently remove his presence form it.

And so, the idea of traveling though the space of time was born.

He spent countless hours and days and months trying to create a stable spell that accounted for everything. There were many disasters along the way, as the testing part was never going to be perfect.

Many of his attempts caused makeshift explosions and many headaches of feverishly revising the runes on the papers to find where it went wrong, and others simply did nothing to an equally empty space.

And don't even get him started on attempt #7829.

This attempt, while promising was doomed from a start. Brian thought that he should try to create a wormhole to a different time period. Obviously, this led to many failed test and inaccurate calculations, with one of his efforts leading not to a worm hole or portal, but a small black hole.

It destroyed half of his testing and living space in his shelter and, if left unchecked, could have slowly swallowed the whole planet into a black void, and possibly the whole galaxy. Thankfully, quick thinking and his seemingly limitless powers, he managed to contain it and reverse engineer it into a previous stage, a supernova, and shoot it in a beam that could destroy creation itself into the sky, off to end some nameless planet or star. It was the closest Brian ever got to causing doom to the planet and himself before the war ever did. The failure left such a bad taste in his mouth, it caused him to leave the studies alone and let the dream rest for a few weeks.

However, inevitably, he had to return to the drawing table for the world's and his own sake.

After about a few years since he started and after so many errors that discouraged him, he finally did it.

After he found a working spell to create portals to anywhere and anytime, testing it anxiously, and adding several precautions so he doesn't end up in the sky, space, in a wall, and so on, he finally was ready to explore new frontiers beyond his time.

It was the best and worst thing to happen to him.

One locked in the past should never unlock the future, but Brian had no chose.

Through his first-time travel, he discovered a most sad and depressing truth.

His parents.

Because Brian couldn't interact due to fears of the space-time continuum possibly collapsing if he did, he had to watch his own two parent pass away to the next life. It was a horrible, miserable, and tear-filled experience.

However, it gave Brian another piece of information he wasn't looking for.

His powers came from being born of a dragon father and a human mother.

The power, potential, courage, determination, and ferocity of a dragon, and the ingenuity, intelligence, creativity, dexterity, and boundless imagination of a human.

With the powers granted by his father, his mother allowed him to manipulate that power to possibly do anything.

That is why he could time travel. It was because of the abilities his parents granted him.

However, he couldn't dwell on this. It was the past, and it unfortunately had to stay that way. His present was his reality.

Traveling to the near future, he found out about his world's fate.

Dragonkind destroys itself and ruins a good portion of the habitable earth.

Brian expected such a thing, but an entire species, just gone?

It was overkill and such an improbable thing to happen, but an entire, sapient, intelligent species was wiped off the planet. Brian had no hope for them even if a tiny handful existed. They would have been hunted down by humanity for making them suffer for laboring painfully in physical and mental torture in the endless and brutal cycle that is slavery. They never got as much as a thank you, not that they would expect that from such tyrannical beasts. Honestly, Brian thought they were justified in such retribution and hatred.

With Dragonkind gone, Humanity could finally live in peace and expand, letting loose their potential and creativity that they were gifted with.

Fast-forwarding to the future, Brian found that human civilization has become so technologically advanced, that it utterly shocked him. Humanity and Dragonkind existed for thousands of years, but in just about three millennia, humanity became the dominant species to live, creating such wonders, curiosities in this brave new world of possibilities.

Brian was hopeful when he came to the future year of 2016, hungry for information and all these little things about this new human society. So many things he failed to understand, and those that he barely did had so many layers to it he had to look at it all one at a time.

There was so much to choose from.

So many inventions to connect everything within the world, medicines and treatments to most diseases, many advancements in the arts, and...

And...

Weaponry.

They had the true replacements to the swords, shields, and bows in this time. They had created tools known as "guns" that utilized a high-speed hammer to ignite small projectiles called "bullets" that were filled with gun powder. This launched them faster than the naked eye could see and could kill anything with only one shot. There were so many created for specific purposes. Some shot rapidly for various targets, some were meant to be used long distance, and some were utter worthless at mid-ranges, but could blast anything away in close-quarters.

While it caused Brian to become curious, it also terrified him.

After learning of the destructive killing potential of these weapons, he went to the nearest library he could to research not only of the origins of these weapons, but where they were used as well.

There, everything Brian thought highly of the human race went downhill.

Wars upon wars committed amongst themselves, destroying millions, and slowly poisoning the earth in the process.

No.

He had to see it for himself.

That was a horrible mistake.

Time travel was meant to help him, not harm him, but it ruined his perception of everything.

He saw it all.

The trenches.

The explosions.

The number of bodies left to rot for the crows, vultures, and maggots to feast on them.

That wasn't even close to the horror of the unspeakable atrocities they did.

Taking flying machines meant to be controlled by another and crashing them into......

Herding up people like animals, stripping them of everything like sheep, and forcing them into buildings, locking them in, and.....and......

A flying machine dropping an oval shaped piece of metal. It fell thousands of feet, then when it hit the ground, it....it.....

It became hell.

The monsters, the beasts, the maniacs.

Brian tearfully thought it was all a nightmare.

However, it wasn't.

Brian thought that Dragonkind was nearly unredeemable. They enslaved the only other sapient species other than themselves, killed each other due to their nature, and effortlessly and mindlessly destroyed the planet without a second thought. They became the literal definition of beasts.

However, they had one positive trait and only one, and that was their beauty. Regardless of what people made out of them, whether they considered Dragonkind as mindless beasts or gentle creatures with a conscience, people would still find beauty in them. The childlike wonder of flying, the fantasy of being invincible against the world, and the powers and courage they possessed made them the most beautiful creatures in the universe.

Humans did not have that.

Dragonkind destroyed itself quickly, but at least they did so through natural means and fast to avoid the prolonged suffering of billions. While humans were a bit better, that honestly wasn't saying much at all. They not only ruined the world in the most unnatural ways possible, they destroyed themselves slowly, with man-made problems overwhelming failing diplomacy even though they shared the planet.

History was repeating itself. The only difference was that there was only one species to eat itself out and it was done excruciatingly slow and through unnatural ways.

Humans were no better than the dragons and arguably worse. Humans were more intelligent, more creative, and more capable of solving issues and still became even more horrible.

Brian discovered this truth the hard way.

After witnessing the worst of both races, he had only one choice:

Leave them all.

Since that day, he has been traveling the endless expanse of time, searching for adventures and a purpose.

Brian found out very quickly about the concept of timelines, the endless possibilities the universe could go through. No two time spaces were ever the same.

With this knowledge, he found a timeline of a good future where Humanity mechanized everything. Nearly everything was technology based and all the sight and sounds were synthetic and sterilized. There, in exchange for riches and funds he found in the past and secret knowledge of Dragonkind, he obtained his weapons, his tools, his ship, and, most importantly.....

Brian heard the captain's cabin door under the quarterdeck and in between the stairs from both sides down from it creak open.

"Do you find the sights satisfactory?", a feminine and emotionless mechanical voice asked Brian of the view of the dimension of timelines.

Brian didn't turn his head, knowing who the voice belonged to. It was his companion and the only other inhabitant of the S.S. Harmonus, Silver.

Silver had the appearance of young dragoness; except she was completely covered in shiny metal. Her height was a bit over half of Brian's when on four legs and just about his full height when she was on two for a few moments when necessary. Her claws on her shining and soft-bottomed paws were sharp pieces of metal with four fingers and a thumb to hold things when she needed to. Her joints looked like piece of steel that crumpled up like paper when bent. She had a slender, yet dignified build, no pun intended, with a flexible and equally shiny and metallic tail. On her back was two folded wings that, when unfurled, showcased synthetic and stretchy membranes and tiny boosters on the back end of them. Silver had five spikes on the back of her head, with them aiming themselves away from her head an oriented in a roundish, semi-circular fashion. The only characteristic that was similar to an actual dragon other than the shape of her frame was her deep blue eyes, looking like an actual dragon's pupils, irises, and such and such. Her mouth, which opened and closed like a person's, was lined with sharp dragon-like teeth that could rip and tear flesh easily. It also had a rubberish and flexible tongue whose purpose for exists baffles Brian, and the back of her throat had a grey and black gridline mech that covered the entrance to her gullet since, well, she didn't really need it.

Silver was a robotic being, or, as Brian calls an inoffensive term, a self-aware and intelligent automaton.

"Honestly, I don't know.", Brian replied in his mature masculine voice. The color-changing dimension was pretty to look at for sure, but it looked like that for the whole place and, even though time didn't exist here, one could easily get sick of it.

"You cannot compute? I cannot identify if this is considered what you call 'beauty'.", Silver responded to Brian's answer with words that made no sense to use from an actual organic person. Her metal paws created small clangs as she slowly walked across the alabaster deck towards him.

Silver...

In the future timeline, a good one to be specific, people had these creatures that resembled humans accompanying the humans. These were called "androids", although the actual definition was debated upon. These mechanical beings had no emotion or actual self-awareness at all whatsoever and were created for one purpose and one only: serve their creators.

As Brian wrapped his head around the concept, it seemed incredibly sad. Creatures not born or hatched, but created, and were the equivalent of slaves. At least Dragonkind had the curtesy of feeding and sheltering humans and the rare few treated them like actual living, breathing, and thinking creatures back in the day, but this, this was pretty horrible. However, to these humans, it was another part of everyday life, like the technology around them. They were born into this reality. The machine people had no say and were forcefully born, or, in this case, created. When they served their purpose, they were tossed aside to be scaped, a fate they were programmed to accept fully and completely.

They had no chances and choices to actually think.

When Brian went to that facility, one of the many in fact, he brought the precious old-world coins, gems, and knowledge to have one created specifically for him in the way he wanted.

The one that Brian envisioned was the one that would become Silver.

In terms of the name, even Brian admitted it was a rather lazy and dimwitted one. Ironically, despite his great intellect and creativity in his abilities and solving problems, he was terrible at names. He hoped that if there were other versions of himself, they would be better in that field than he ever was.

Brian distinctly remembering the confusion the manufacturer had when he asked for the automaton with Silver's future features, shape, looks, and overall design. They created human mechanized servants, not ones in the shapes of a dragon, a being considered a myth and told in bedtimes stories, or what tales left in this age about them. He also distinctly reminisced on how he scolded the nameless person at the desk and eventually the inner sanctums of the massive building. They created these androids according to customer demands, satisfaction guaranteed, not ask them why they wanted them a specific way. Brian remembered irritatingly asking the person who tried to talk to him against having Silver in his wishes.

"I am giving you money to create an automaton the way I want to. Would you rather have me ask your supervisor to make it for me instead?"

They obliged.

Built with an internal core that supplied energy and was solar powered, she was truly one of a kind. Unlike most of these machines, she was intentionally given no scales or artificial skin, a draconic mouth and pair of eyes, and an incredibly high amount of artificial intelligence. Brian wanted her to be her own person and far away from the heathens from the destroyed world he originated from.

Brian was glad he got Silver and saved her from a potentially unspeakable fate. This facility created androids meant for any purpose, even the worst ones.

Most of the artificial beings to leave this place became servants, but a few became horrific creations of Humanity.

Some became the deadliest warriors and assassins to exist, trading sapience and emotion in exchange for unflinching brutality. And even worse some became voiceless and thoughtless husks meant to only pleasure their creators. How the humans were able to place such things inside the machines, he would never find out and would never want to. Brian even considered placing such amenities inside Silver, as traveling throughout time would inevitably leave him lonely and without one to convene with in that way. However, even Brian knew he couldn't be that selfish.

He was glad he saved her from a potentially terrible fate, as anything else was to him worse than actually living and dying.

She was created with Brian's explicit instructions to have no primary directive programmed, but he did have one that was secondary, which is to protect him. While Brian could easily fend for himself, if he was in mortal danger and she was in his presence, they would fight for survival with one another. While Silver wasn't intended to be a combat-oriented machine, she could still and would draw blood and strangle if it was necessary.

Brian also assigned himself and her as her programmed end users, the ones that "owned" her. Brian did this so she would stick with him and learn with him, in which when he finds the time is right, he will relieve her of her duties to him when says so or until he dies. Having herself as an end user was intended to give her significant freedom in her decisions and allow her to consciously make logical decisions impossible otherwise.

Silver was created to be Brian's companion to go through time with.

When she was finished and activated, Brian took her away from the facility, never to be seen by her creators ever again.

As for the S.S. Harmonus, it was more so by a convenience from the future.

In the future, the massive ships were obsolete due to technology advancement, so they were all decommissioned. They either were placed as museum items to be viewed by millions as artifacts from a time long past or were isolated due to being unusable, being damaged beyond repair.

Afterall, why use such an old thing when a faster, more efficient alternative existed?

Brian got one of the latter and, with the treasures he possessed, he not only repaired one, but had it modified so heavily it was able to fly and swiftly sail through the sky at such high velocities while making it into a war machine if needed. It was such a feat of engineering and a sight for the ages. Once it was started and Brian went through to the future of this timeline to get to the point where it was done. Brian renamed it the S.S. Harmonus, named for a being a vessel intended to create peace and harmony in the name of justice and his conviction. She was so magnificent and such a technical marvel, many of the wealthiest business and military men and women offered countless amounts of their currency to take it from him.

However, Brian from the start was one of honesty and free of corruption.

Denying all potential buyers, he left as quickly as he came.

That brought him to the present, or his present as he stood up from the railing, his cape shifting accordingly.

"Beauty is up to preference. As for me, this reminds me of eating the same meal over and over."

"I cannot compute the idea of a preference either. How does this cause you to remember of consuming food that provide sustenance?", Silver answered and questioned Brian.

Ah, Silver.

Even though she had a wildly intelligent and calculative mechanical mind, even more so than himself, her personality and affinity with mannerisms and emotions was unbearably dull.

She could understand emotions when others had them based on the definitions of them, but feel them, let alone fully understand them, at least for now. This was obviously a side effect of herself being an automaton, as she would have to learn these conscience ideas taken for granted by Humanity and Dragonkind. Brian had to bear with her not understanding human or dragon logic.

While Silver had the base intellect of a genius, she had the emotional and logical core of an unborn child. No, Scratch that, the core of that of a literal block of wood.

Brian knew it wasn't going to be perfect. It was never meant to be. It would take time like riding a bike or learning in a profession.

"Do you know what a preference is Silver?", Brian tested Silver, expecting the one answer she would inevitably say.

"A preference is a favor towards one thing over others."

Exactly.

"Correct.", Brian replied, expecting the dictionary meaning of the word to be regurgitated to him and turning his body the left to meet her blue oculars.

Silver was about to move her metal jaw to respond until Brian cut her off.

"As for why I compared it to eating foodstuffs over and over, well, doing that would make me sick of it after having lots of it in one sitting or over a few days. It gets repetitive."

"I am not capable of computing how repeatedly consuming food makes you more susceptible to illness.", Silver innocently stated.

Brian sighed.

Never mind, I guess.

"We'll talk about it later.", Brian finished the conversation at just that. He didn't want a headache of explaining this to her now.

"Acknowledged."

Brian turning his visage to the open void that is this dimension, a bit of silence permeated the ship. Silver turned her gaze to the empty space as well, trying to internally process the conversation and what she was seeing.

"What is the purpose of us being here?", Silver asked, curious of why they were drifting in this space as well.

Brian pondered it for a second before providing an answer.

"We are trying to find the set of timelines around mine."

Brian was doing this for two reasons.

The first was to find the people he could trust the most and that he could fight if needed other than Silver:

Himself.

If a catastrophic event that could shake all of existence threatens the multiverse, he needed all the help he could get, so he was looking to find those candidates out of the countless amounts of forms he could become just in case such a horrific thing like that ever happened.

The second was due to the sheer curiosity to see some variation of himself as this person, doing this or that, fighting or just trying to live, among other things. It was one of the things Brian legitimately had a bit of excitement for.

The two kept on looking for what felt like both a few minutes and a few hours at the same time.

"I thought it would be here somewhere....", Brian admitted. He thought that with knowledge of what he saw when traveling in his earlier years that it would be where he thought they were.

Perhaps just a little bit more looking and....

"There!", Brian shouted as he lifted himself off of the railing and leaning to the outside of the vessel. It was just another white web of timelines entangled with one another, but Brian recognized it as the one he originated from.

Brian pushed himself off the railing and turned around, starting to run up the stairs to the quarter deck to stop the ship. Silver, not leaving her position, turned her head to look at Brian making sounds on the boards as he moved swiftly upon them.

Brian...

She still couldn't process all the little things characteristic of her companion and organic life in general. Why does he do this, do that, say all of this? While she failed to understand every detail, her mechanical brain circuits had a bit of curiosity sparking in them. Each of the things he did that made no logical sense to her was like a puzzle she was constantly trying to decipher until Brian spoke to her about it later. Was this what he said was one of the great emotions he keeps on referring to? Granted, to be fair, it was more of a mindset that an actual feeling, but it was a start to a great learning experience, and an artificially intelligent automaton was something that was always hungry for knowledge, or instead in a nonliving sense, always searching for it.

Brian went to the quarter deck. The steering wheel stayed still as he left it. He moved himself to the front of the wheel, and spotted a pedal coming out of the left side of the steering wheel on the floor.

The brakes.

He lifted is left boot and pushed down with a little strength. Suddenly, the ship slowed sown to a crawl until it silently halted. He felt the instantaneous pull backwards, but managed to keep himself standing. Silver appeared to do the same as well.

With that done, he slowly took the stairs to the right of the wheel down into the main deck to meet his friend waiting there. The wooden boards responded with characteristic sounds as Brian stepped on them. Silver faced him as he made his way toward her.

"Finally, we're here.", Brian said, glad that he was here after all this time. He was finally calm now that he stopped moving, although his heart from running and the anxiousness was still beating at a higher speed.

The web was like all the others, however, this one was familiar. He saw his own timelines. He noticed it was one of the many lengths coming out of the center, with many other timelines coming astonishingly close to his. It was due to his interaction with other time-spaces outside of his own for more than a few days. Brian made a mental note to not do this very much in his future.

"These appear to be greatly similar to the other "web of timelines" as you refer to them. How are you able to identify this?", Silver asked with curiosity and lack of understanding.

"It's 'How I'm able to see this', not 'identify this' for one, and secondly, my powers, remember?"

"It is clear that I can remember, I have data banks with no limits."

Brian smiled at that. Good, ol' Silver talking robotic gibberish. It was either amusing or annoying.

"Now, let's see...", Brian said in contemplation.

He saw one of the many strands coming from the center of the timeline he was from distant from his own.

"Let's take a look at our first candidate."

Brian took his fingers together and separated them into a shape, facing the specific strand. He created a rectangular frame with them using his two pointer fingers and thumbs. When he shifted them to create the shape, an image appeared, one of the many adventures and possibilities he could go through.

He would eventually dub this version of himself.

The Savior.