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"We'll send Jenala," she mumbled to herself, "it's her data, it'll be great." Jenala made her way back up to the habitat module, muttering "sure, send the shy woman, that'll solve our problem."

Jenala was just about to climb up the ladder when a loud explosion blasted her across the hall. She floated limp in place for a few moments before regaining consciousness. When she opened her eyes, shook her head, and the ringing died down, she saw that floating in front of her was a perfectly smooth cube, glowing red hot and getting dimmer, floating perfectly still in place. Jenala grabbed onto the ladder with one arm and hugged it, staring at the red box. Just as she was about to go to the sickbay for treatment, the front face of the cube vanished, revealing a space-suited... thing. It stood just over 1.9 meters tall in the suit, most of it was a grotesquely large body with a grotesquely tiny helmet on top. Jenala started breathing heavily. The alien monster pushed its way out of the cube, and with an electronic beep acompanying it, took off its helmet.

Jenala felt paralyzed as she saw the alien's face. Its tiny eyes showed somehow far too much emotion--that of concern--and there were strange lobes hanging off of its face. Its beard was not well kept, but followed the expected proportion of a Kerbal's beard.

"Jenala!" The alien said.

Jenala pulled herself up the ladder as fast as she could, but the alien grabbed her leg before she could make it through the hatch.

"Wait, you have to come back with me," the alien said again.

Jenala found that she could barely speak. If she could, she might've called for help, or demanded to be let go, or any number of other things. All she could muster was "w... where?"

"Back to the future!" The alien said. Jenala didn't recognize the language but somehow instinctually understood it. It was a twisted, backwards language that would have been very difficult for her to pronounce, so she only responded in her own tongue.

"f... f... future?" She stuttered. "Time... machine?" Jenala's interest was piqued enough that she did not protest being dragged back into the box, which vanished with another loud BANG.

Jenala couldn't interpret the inside of the box. It was, somehow, blocked off from her mind, through a mechanism which she could only speculate about. But when she arrived back outside of the box, she collapsed to the ground of a desert, lit by orange lighting in two directions. She stood up, legs aching, after so long in freefall. "Where are we."

"Lowel," said the alien, "a planet around Gememma, or as you know it, Kaywell B"

Jenala looked into the sky at the two suns. Both were about the same size and color, and hurt to look at, but one of them was much rounder and the other much lumpier. "Gilly sun," muttered Jenala. Jenala's astronomical training was pulling her out of her panic, and she went into analytical mode, trying to figure why there were two suns. She was brought to the future, but how far future? Could that be Kaywell A?

"Is that..."

"That one over there," said the alien, pointing at the lumpy sun, "is Kaywell A. The other one is Kaywell B"

At this point, the alienness of it all really set in. With wide eyes, Jenala looked at the alien. "We're in the future?"

"Yes, and here's the problem. My people can't time travel back into the past on an industrial scale, there's only a handful of us with that power. There's some very valuable artifacts in orbit of Mesbin, or Kaywell A d if you prefer, and we can't take them all back, and we can't take scores of paleontologists and archaeologists back in time to study them in any detail. Trouble is, by the time of the time machines, Mesbin had long since been swallowed up by Kaywell, which was by then a white dwarf."

"So what do I have to do with all of this?"

"In the not too distant future, Kerbalkind is going to invent a machine that revolutionizes stellar astrophysics throughout the galaxy. It's expensive and only used on the most important stars, and it can effectively increase the lifetime of a star by a factor of 10 million."

"Ten million? What do you just manually convect the interiors of the stars or something?"

"More or less. Such a device would save Mesbin and its precious artifacts. But it's never going to happen if the system fails to be colonized. What's going to happen is this: Manifest Destiny crashes. Most of the passengers survive, and they crew eventually decide to try and salvage the spacecrafts and get to Kerbmun. This campaign is a success, except there was never enough technology to jump start civilization, and after three generations, Kerbalkind goes extinct on Kerbmun."

"Oh great, so your whole