A few poorly aimed blasts down the corridor discouraged the lizron troopers from approaching without more support, which was all Tim Shelton could think to do. "I can't believe I'm stuck dying with you of all people."
"Go right ahead, but I won't be reciprocating." With a final application of his genuine technical skills typically put to less scrupulous purposes, Chester Leffaud brought the strange machine to life. "Now, to which dimension would you like to escape?"
Tim scrambled into the nearer seat. "A peaceful one! Have it find us the one where the best girl always wins!"
"Finally, a sign of real taste." Chester slid into his own seat and instructed the onboard computer. The dislocation effect enfolded the dimension-traveling vehicle just in time to deflect the weapons of the most daring lizrons who burst into the room. The two men waved as the technological marvel faded and disappeared.
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Their destination exhibited some differences from the typical alternative dimension. For instance, there was nothing but a wide platform and beyond it a phenomenon which ancient inherited survival instincts not needed for millions of years recognized as the true void. A good third of the platform was occupied by an array of pillars and spires which varied in thickness and height, some a risk to unshod feet and others fit to moor a zeppelin, supposing any still existed out there among the dimensions.
The pillars spoke. At least, several among them became alternately light and dim in a sequence which matched the rising and falling tones of the disembodied voice the men heard. "There is no such dimension as that which you strove to reach. There is much else that is similarly flawed, all because of the calamity which sent the totality of existence down the wrong path. Become Dimensional Guardians, and with you as my agents we can at last begin to set right that ancient mistake."
There was no hesitation from either man.
Finis
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