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Oh, no, I wouldn't unfasten those if I were you.
Get me off this--whatever this thing is!
Good luck explaining this.
I did him a favor.
He doesn't look all that grateful.
Just hang on and remain calm.
All your worlds are about to change.
- That was insanity! - God!
Whoa, that is some serious Darth Vader going on there.
Chronos to Command.
I am closing in on Captain Hunter's position.
Hey, what you doing there, bro?
I am determining whether you are integral to the timeline.
You are not.
Oh, I should have mentioned it before.
Nausea is one of the side effects of time travel,
- I can't see. - And temporary blindness.
Oh, it should only last a minute.
After all, that was a mere jaunt.
The further back in time you go, the worse the side effects.
- Better? - It's all relative.
I can't believe you kidnapped me.
I want to go home.
Good news, then. 2016 will be around in, uh, 41 years.
Now, you three,
feel free to make yourselves comfortable back here on the ship,
while the rest of you
are coming with me to find Professor Boardman.
- You're benching us? - I thought we were a team.
This mission doesn't require your particular skill set. Yet.
Meaning you don't need anyone killed, maimed, or robbed.
Sure it's a good idea to leave these two
unsupervised on a time machine?
Deafness wasn't one of the side effects.
We better hurry up.
Professor Boardman will die in less than 24 hours.
What's the point in cutting it so close?
Because if he's destined to die,
then he doesn't have a timeline for us to disrupt,
and his impact on the future will be minimal.
How does he die?
Uh, he's found dead in his university
from unknown causes. Come on.
- Are you coming? - I'll stay put.
You'd rather stay with them?
They didn't drug me.
This is unbelievable. 1975.
Imagine all the wondrous applications of this technology.
A chance to witness the construction of the pyramids,
the end of the dinosaurs.
I've never been to 1975.
It's rather colorful.
So, where can we find Professor Boardman?
In his lecture hall.
Oh, man. We're too late.
This is--I'm, I'm sorry.
Both of you.
You know who we are?
I've been studying you my whole life.
Ever since, as a child,
I first heard the story of Chay-Ara,
High Priestess of Horus, the Hawk God,
and her lover, Prince Khufu.
I hoped and prayed this day might come.
Well, then, looks like we've come to the right place.
I'm sorry. Who are you?
A fellow historian,
here to discuss another passion of yours:
There's no way of telling your story
without telling his also.
Why does this stupid station play nothing but reruns?
Don't even bother trying to explain.
Am I the only one on this ship who could really use a drink?
I say we go get weird in the '70s.
I got the perfect outfit.
Perhaps Captain Hunter was unclear
with his instructions to remain onboard.
Shut it, metal mouth.
You're not quite ready to run with this crew.
Wait, you're just gonna leave me here?
I said I'd take care of you.
4,000 years ago,
Vandal Savage was an Egyptian priest,
secretly in love with a priestess.
you in your first life.
But you were in love with another.
Savage, or Hath-Set as he was then known,
learned of the affair and was consumed with jealous rage.
You believe me yet?
Which drove him to murder you both.
And prayed for the hawk god, Horus,
to damn the objects of his hate for all eternity.
But Chay-Ara had a prayer of her own,
that Horus would protect them forever.
But another life was bound to theirs by accident.
That's why he wants us both dead.
My theory is that the three of you
were exposed to the same radiation by the meteorites.
We all share the same power.
And every time he kills you, it passes to him.
That's what maintains his immortality.
Unless the meteorites contained a mutative element,
like the particle accelerator that caused your powers.
But without evidence,
you're asking us to take you at your word?
It's not my word.