In that same galaxy far, far away; time as we know and understand it: is rapidly being torn down and then percolated through a very fine-sieve. With (the Universe) on the whole, not being too happy about it either, especially when huge lumps of it just start to inextricably vanish up into the timeless backside voids, ..

But timely minds, immeasurably superior to ours, slowly and patiently drew up their plans against us, and also the impending cataclysmic catastrophe, .. that the same immeasurably superior self appointed timely-lordly-minds of the tCouncil, all considered as a mere inconvenience that they (probably) had to attend too before three o’clock Tiffin starts.

The timely Tiffin Wallahs discovered some time back, that the timed percolating cause; was in fact caused by technologically advanced Relics being placed in key points throughout time, resulting in the corrupted time-lines slowly washing back into an unstable future.

The terrorist act was done by persons unknown.

With their obviously noble cause also remaining unknown.

Which then resulted in the reasons for the many well crafted expeditions going into the deep past, all finding themselves being sidelined into unknown insignificance by the free thinking populace of the (Now!)

Even the {One God of all Sentient Creation}, didn’t actually know why, or secretly even know how it was done; because the fundamental act of going back into eSpace (expanded time-space), was described as an upper limit that was physically impossible on a quantum level to break through.

Which in itself, went some way to explain why the {One True God} couldn’t just go back and sort it out for herself.

** The glass-ceiling concept was something that the Great and Bountiful Orm couldn’t break through — no matter how hard she tried.

Even the wretched thing being there in the first and last place of everything, apparently annoyed the all powerful god somewhat: doubly so when she was eventually told about its capping abilities, and all the time — stifling her chances of promotion in a male dominated universe, proven by having the masculine Void CEO governing everything. The Great Nothings’ permeant placement in the heavenly pecking order, actually rankled the feminine god greatly, .. (Nothing Bothered Her.)

With the impossible impasse thusly being established as a undeniable physical fact above all of them, it then resulted in the frustrated knobbled god, eventually suggesting in the most strongest terms possible to the Lordly Tiffin lovers, .. that they really ought-to finish afternoon tea rather quickly, .. and then bloomin’ well do something about it.

{And verily so, did it eventually come to pass}, that the Holy Sacred-Plan of salvation was presented to the masses, a plan that the unwashed masses then colloquially coined the Acorn Project, and so did it accidentally happen, (as copulating accidents often do), that the unwanted child’s nickname was conceived, an unwanted pregnant plan that boldly went where no man has ever gone before, ..
Because no sensible woman ever would.

It was a stunningly cunning mission, that colloquially involved recruiting the recently deceased, and from a time period when (death meant death). A dead zone that was almost at point zero of a guttural spiraling time maelstrom, a place where all of the swirling chaos actually came from.

An extended link:-
Going straight to the planning outline of the Acorn Project, caution: spoilers ahead, and behind.

[ Official Blurb at the backend. ]

The Gathering is an otherworldly cunning plan, ..
Where all of the {Out of Place Technically Advanced Relics} that had very effectively corrupted the time-lines, were to be retrieved with the minimum of fuss by the locals, being as no one else could get down there without burning up in the fires of hell.

So’s not to make a smearing creeping bloody mess that would take time to mop up: some recently deceased local candidates were cordially gathered together, and then *culled* into action, whereby they were then given the very simple task of collecting all of the Relics by the resurrectionists, (body snatchers), but the dead recruits weren’t actually convinced that they had truly passed over.

** All they wanted to do was get back to their old lives, and their dark old ways at any cost, and would even kill to do it, but their old way of their old life was now gone and forgotten, with even the dark old-world of yesterday not remembering them anymore.

But some of the old world had long memories, and the Court of the Overlord did indeed remember the kiddy fiddlers, with less than fond memories; resulting in some wanting to welcome the closet corset lovers with open arms.

The wily lordly planners of everyone’s salvation in collecting up these red hot corrupted Relics, then promptly put a young girl in charge of the (colloquially named), Acorn Project. The new Navigator’s given name of God’s recovery mission was Romana, she was only 128 years old; with this being her first mission as a Peacekeeper outside of her own timeline, but she was (apparently), the most qualified person that the planning department could find in the short time that they’d been given.

What could possibly go wrong?

Link to Library Files.

Link to the Other Place.

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.