Fourth and last part the first chapter done. Chapter two is in progress, but it may be a while before I have some time to write. As mentioned before, these are not intended as standalone stories so I suggest any new readers, (yeah, I'm a optimist) read the previous parts first.

1.1 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3527431
1.2 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3592138
1.3 http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3659458

1.4


Earth. USA. Florence, Colorado.
Corporate SuperMax Prison Facility, the main generator room.
Tiffany Adrian. 11:14 AM. Friday 21-06-2058 AD.

Tiffany calmly sat down near one of the largest fuel leakages while she watched how the sturdy steel door finally began to give way. She found she could only smile as she listened to the howls and crude threats from the mob of blood crazed convicts trying to force their way inside. So much effort to rape and kill... Amateurs.
At least it shouldn't take them much longer now, probably a few more minutes... What the hell did ordinary people do in situations like this? Panic? Grovel before the Creator? Have a few flashbacks from their sad, meaningless little lives? Pointless, out of the question and thankfully impossible. That damned EM pulse had hurt in ways a non-augmented could not even begin to understand but at least it had also managed to disable the components responsible for all those goddamned flashbacks.
Temporarily of course, but if those useless bastards outside would just hurry up a bit... ''What the hell is taking you guys so long anyway!? Come and get me, you worthless faggots!''
Damn, no wonder these third rate losers turned to crime, it's not like they're of any damn use when it comes to anything akin to actual work... If only I'd just stayed in bed this morning... And that crazy hacker bitch had known... Or known something at any rate... Damn bitch... Analyzing.

The first minutes of the blackout were just a blur as nearly all of her attention had been focused on her doomed attempts to gather some emergency power and reboot the mainframe. Nothing had worked and even the communication with the Net had been disrupted. Everything would have been quiet if it had not been for those bizarre, archaic signals coming from somewhere just outside the prison.
So strange... Why would anyone go through all the trouble to mimic primitive cell phone signals? And a clearly fake Net signal kept insisting it was currently the eleventh of September... And 2001...... Ridiculous.
She'd just been about reach out and investigate when enough of the EM disturbance cleared away to allow some of the lights to come back on and more importantly; to check whether this had been a single, isolated act of sabotage or a full scale riot. For almost a full second she wished she hadn't checked.
The prison's communication grid had broken down into utter chaos, but two things were painfully clear; whoever placed the EM charges had also managed to unite many of the rival prison factions despite all of the bitter grudges that should have kept them divided... And her fellow guards were loosing.
As far as she could tell only the main gates still remained securely in the hands of the guards, but it would be next to impossible to reach them safely all the way from the medical wing, and the nearby guard barracks, the central control center and even the armory had already been overrun during the blackout... Goddamn it! There just has to be something I can...
A faint barely audible noise from somewhere down the hall made the fur stand up all over her body and without wasting another moment she hid herself in a nearby storage locker, less then a second before a horde of armed convicts stormed into the infirmary.
She barely held back a instinctive hiss as her augmented hearing identified the sounds of over a dozen different inmates mere inches from her hiding place. Drawing upon what little power remained, she reached out to the crippled security network and was able to watch through one of the cameras as the cons began to search the room for medicine, drugs... And easy victims if the screams coming from the injured convicts lying in the next room were any sort of indication.
She'd silently cursed the tiny, eight-round magazine as she reached for her sidearm, and was still considering what to do with her final bullet if it came to that when the convicts found Rachel.

Apparently the tall, slender insect had managed to squeeze herself behind one of the same lockers Tiffany herself had chosen as a hiding place, and had she waited just a little bit longer she might actually have lived through the day. Sadly for her she didn't have anything to match Tiffany's abilities to safely observe the room through the cameras or her cold, machinelike patience to just sit and wait rather then risk making a foolish run for the door.
What followed could only be called a atrocity even by Tiffany's standards, but heavily outnumbered and outgunned she could only watch with silent frustration as several of the most psychotic convicts used their brute force along with some of the readily available surgical tools to break and then slowly peel away Rachel's exoskeleton.
In a sense it was quit fascinating and had the circumstances been a little different Tiffany might very well have enjoyed the show, if not for a single crucial detail. Rachel was at least technically speaking an innocent... Or at the very least an unconvinced. The fact that she had hated Rachel for years and would have loved to kill the annoying insect herself was irrelevant. All that mattered was her personal vow to protect the world from convicts no matter the cost.
Her remaining memory files were corrupted, as her mind had literally thorn itself apart in it's attempt to make her to do something, to make her do anything other then just watching and waiting.
The cold, rational aspect of her mind had insisted survival was essential, that nothing and no one was worth risking her life, and that the best course of action would be to wait until the right moment to flee using the nearby air duct. Another smaller, but much louder and more persuasive aspect cared only about the burning desire to kill each and every inmate and screamed how ignoring Rachel's cries for help as she was torn apart by this filthy convicted scum not only shamed her brother's memory but also proved her to be the hypocrite it had always whispered she was.
In the end the convicts themselves helped to make the decision when most of them got bored with their slowly dying victim and left to look for some fresher prey, leaving her with just four enemies to deal with. Four true sadists who just couldn't bear to leave a breathing victim behind. Such dedication just had to be admired. Postmortem obviously.

The first three convicts never knew what hit them, seeing at most a indistinct black fur bursting out of one of the locker before three quick shots spread their brains across the nearby wall. The fourth one nearly made it to the door when a single shot through his knee made him crash to the ground. The convict, a vulture like avian struggled to get back up only crash back to the ground as three more precisely aimed shots ruined both his arms and his good leg.
Tiffany smiled as she regarded her work. The convict was helpless and already in pain. Perfect. Leaving behind such a nice, easy victim should be more then enough to keep his psychotic buddies busy and also guarantied the best possible revenge under the current circumstances. Efficiency was such a beautiful thing.
Speaking of circumstances... She couldn't help Rachel but she couldn't just leave her behind either, no matter how much she wanted to... She let out a deep sigh before reluctantly using her precious final bullet to put Rachel out of her misery. Looking over her shoulder, she grinned widely at the injured convict as she made her way over to the air duct. ''You're in a lot of trouble, but I guess you're one of those strong, stubborn types, and far to stupid to tell me who was behind all of this in exchange for a quick death aren't you?''
The vulture spat at her. ''Fuck you!''
''Your kind never learns do you? Fine. Give my regards to those psychotic fucks you call friends and don't forget to tell the devil what a sad, little cocksucker you are.''
In the end, just before one of his old friends tore out his eyes the vulture did have a change of mind, but by then Tiffany already well on her way towards the emergency generator. The last place left in the prison that offered her both a decent chance of survival and a good alternative if all else failed... And it had.
Now, with mere moments left to live she found it hard not to laugh at her own foolishness. She'd expected at least a few among the convicts to wonder why she had chosen to make her last stand at the generator, or at the very least notice the nearly overwhelming fuel stench from the heavily damaged generator, but their every thought was devoted to what they would like to do to her.
It would... It should have worked. A simple threat of mutual destruction. A classic. A perfect plan... Damn, it was hard being a genius when everyone else was so incredibly stupid.
The door finally gave way to the convicts onslaught and dozens upon dozens of inmates practically crushed themselves as they tried to force themselves inside. None of them heard Tiffany's final threat, let alone her soft, resigned curse just before her fuel soaked fur ignited. The subsequent explosion killed dozens of inmates and the fire that followed would kill hundreds more. Facts that might have comforted Tiffany just a little if she had still been truly alive.
As it was her shielded implants still retained a shred of her former consciousness even as the fire slowly consumed what little remained of her ruined physical form. Blind and suffering even long after the last of her cybernetic nerves endings had burned away, she found she could suddenly see once again. Even in near total agony she wondered about this sight that couldn't be sight until she saw a sinister, darkly robed figure moved unharmed through the flames. A dark form among the fire with brightly glowing eyes and carrying a scythe... The Reaper... The afterlife...
She screamed soundlessly as her implant burned out and then, in a final moment of despair just as her soul started to get loose the last, barely sentient remnants of her digital mind fled away from her burned out physical shell towards the first available point of orientation; the 2001 Net signal coming from beyond the tiny crack in time and space created between Dr. Eichmann's temporal probes.
Had she attempted to cross the threshold mere moments before her living mind would have suffered irreparable damage from the vast energies protecting the continual barrier, but now, at the very moment of death her naked and terrified soul broke through.

Earth. USA. Chicago, Illinois.
WinstoneGoldmann Corporate HQ, the central observation lounge.
Jill Rain. 02:53 PM. Monday 14-09-2093 AD.

Jill had sworn she'd never talk to the treacherous old raptor ever again, but the longer she looked at the sinister gateway, or ''nexus portal'' as some of his assistants seemed to call it, the more she began to doubt the wisdom of that particular course of action. Among scientists knowledge really was power... And she still didn't even have a clue what that horrid old fossil actually wanted from her. He'd mentioned she was one of his contingency plans...
''Excuse me Dr. Eichmann, but being one myself I cannot help but feel that some of your other contingency plans appear to be a bit... Excessive.''
Dr. Eichmann briefly looked up from his holodisplay before once again focusing on what appeared to be some type of last-minute diagnostic scan.
''Increase the power to the third coil by 7.8% and make sure you keep it stable this time. As for you Ms Rain, I really don't have time for this right now. Furthermore, I assure you all of my contingency plans are quite subtle so I'm afraid I don't quite follow.''
''Indeed? Then how would you describe those squads of mechanized infantry taking up positions near the gateway?''
''Ah, those. Just a few simple precautions taken by Dr Williams. He still seems to be under the impression they'll make any sort of difference in case we fail to maintain the portal's integrity.''
''I see... So where will this portal really lead to then?''
Dr. Eichmann looked up with renewed interest and a all to familiar look of faint amusement that would have seemed charming less then a hour ago. ''Where?''
''Yes, where. God only knows what you have built here, but that... Thing is not a time machine.''
This time Dr. Eichmann looked like he seriously considered to dissect her. ''Now what on Earth gave you that idea?''
''Apart from the fact that Dr Williams security measures are utterly ridiculous when compared to any of the threats you could realistically expect to encounter on the dates and locations you mentioned? Well, I guess I could point out that I can actually smell the fear from some of the members of your own staff but I suppose you would just claim those are merely a bunch of nervous cowards and unworthy of being called true scientists, eh?''
The raptor gave her a foul stare but at this point she figured trying to stay on his good side wouldn't do her much good anyway, but perhaps if she kept pushing him...
''So what did you do Doctor? Apart from spending several billions on something that would have given old Einstein a laughing fit that is?''
The Raptor was just about to answer when a cold, artificial voice interrupted. ''Four minutes to go until activation. All lower and middle grade personnel is to check with their immediate superiors for last minute instructions. There are now three minutes and fifty seconds to go until activation.''
Dr. Eichmann smiled. ''I do believe that includes you Ms Rain. Please report to Lieutenant Taylor. Don't worry dear, all will become clear after the activation.''
After that he turned back to his display and Jill was left with little choice other then hoping Lt. Taylor would prove to be a bit more helpful.

As it turned out Lieutenant Taylor, a middle aged and grossly overweight dinosaur/alligator hybrid, was quite unfamiliar with the concept of being helpful... And probably quite a few other concepts as well.
''So you're the new recruit are you?''
''I was transferred actually, and I was.. ''
''Yeah, yeah, do I look like I give a shit? Just tell me who you fucked to get a nice comfy job down in Dreamland.''
Jill let out a long, bitter sigh as she considered how much easier life could have been if she had actually done so. ''If you must know, I am here at the request of Dr. Eichmann, but I.. ''
Taylor let out a loud, thunderous laugh. ''You and the old egghead? And he lives?''
Jill bared her teeth and was still tying to think of something to say she wouldn't live to regret when the central computer saved her the effort. ''Two minutes to go until activation. All non-security personnel is now to return to their designated safety area. There is now one minute and fifty seconds to go until activation.''
Taylor briefly glanced at the now brightly glowing gateway before turning back to Jill. ''You see that? That thing's just like you. It's all pretty, and it won't do anyone any good.'' Taylor made a loud, guttural sound that apparently expressed his feelings about the gate. ''As for you, don't cause any trouble and stick with Martin over there,'' he said while pointing at a young skunk, ''And maybe I'll see about finding you a proper spot when all this eggheaded bullshit is over.''
Jill gave Taylor a questioning look. ''Thank you... Sir, but if I may ask, do I understand correctly that you do not expect this experiment will work?''
Taylor shrugged. ''How the fuck should I know? Them eggheads never tell me shit and I've never asked. That's how I'll still have a job here long after all them pretty boys and girls like you have been kicked out along with those who asked to many fucking questions.''
Jill quickly considered her few remaining options as Taylor walked of. Time was quickly running out and...
''You're dead meat, just like your boss and all the other breathers.'' Jill turned around to see Martin standing just behind her with a strange, seemingly annoyed look on his face as he stared at the gateway, never taking his eyes off it even as he continued talking. ''Taylor was right about one thing though, you should stick with me.''
Jill's mind was racing past all the new possibilities. Unless Martin was insane he knew something... Or perhaps he was insane and knew something, but in either case, he clearly believed she knew whatever he knew until she proved him otherwise... Alright. No problem. Keep him talking without asking something stupid... ''Is that so? And why on Earth would I need you?''
The skunk let out a brief chuckle and was just about to answer when the central computer interrupted for the final time. ''Ten seconds to go until activation. All personnel please stand by. There are now five seconds to go until activation.''
Martin smiled as some kind of strange nictitating membranes that had previously kept his true eyes hidden slid away, revealing a pair of sinister, pinprick pupils.
Jill took a instinctive step back just as the portal activated and tore a hole in the very fabric of reality.

Jill tried to move turn away, but found she couldn't draw her gaze from the gateway. A tiny... Crack had appeared in midair and through it she could clearly see early twenty first century New York and it's old skyline complete with the original World Trade Center towers. It was incredible, Dr. Eichmann had actually...
''Warning: Unknown energy signature detected.''
Jill blinked as the portal's formerly clear window into the past became distorted.
''Warning: System integrity breached. Warning: Emergency shutdown in five seconds.''
The New York view disappeared entirely to make way for a some kind of barren wasteland under a crimson sky.
''Warning: Unable to preform emergency shutdown due to unapproved influx of external power.''
The strange, alien landscape vanished even as the nexus portal itself glowed brighter and brighter.
''Warning: Portal integrity breached. Warning: Transdimentional perimeter is expanding exponentially due to increasing influx of external power. Warning: Designated safety areas compromised.''
The ground started to shake as the heavily overloaded portal tried to pull the entire temporal physics laboratory, the observation lounge and everything else within reach back to whoever was waiting on the other side. Jill looked around and found Martin was still standing by her side, and looking every bit as worried as everyone else.
''So much for time travel, eh?''
Martin gave a contemptuous snort. ''Eichmann may have been a fool to trust Kane, but this was not part of the plan. Just a small vanguard of Nams to help us eliminate our corporate rivals was all we needed. This... ''
Jill gave Martin a examining look. He still thought she knew... Perhaps... ''Perhaps Kane did not alter his plans? Perhaps another rival has intervened?''
Martin's gaze darkened. ''Fang wouldn't dare... Unless... Hmm, I guess that's why Eichmann brought you along.''
Jill tried to keep the excitement from her face, but she was seriously considering to beat the information out of Martin if he didn't tell her what she needed to know when the gateway imploded with a loud metallic crunch.
Martin sniffed the air... Or rather, the lack of air and smiled. ''Guess we've arrived babe. On behalf of the Seven and the Fallen allow me to be the first to welcome you to Hell.''