Yes, but grandma Gemma isn't ready to let the go...

The next morning at breakfast while Julien and James planned out what they could Gemma brought out another a set of journals. James was immediately intrigued, the avid reader in him loved words.

"What're those Grandma?"

"Wilhelm isn't the only one that kept journals. This is mine...this is his...ah...family history." She answered.

"What's in them."

"Mine is of course personal feelings. The other...is...delicate. The Caruthers were important three hundred years ago...in Veertor. One was a High Admiral. Another a Land Marshall. But High Admiral Lars Caruthers had a...a falling out with the Crown when the King ordered changes to Military doctrine. The Veer as it is now is not what it was. This here explains the change, at least from Lars' point of view."

"How far does the history go back?"

"A long way. To Earth. How accurate I don't know. I do know that Ark Control was a Caruthers ancestor."

"The one who ordered the landers to trust faulty equipment?" Julien asked.

"No, wrong shift. That was someone else. And the equipment itself worked, as I know Wilhelm told you. If we had been landing on a perfect copy of Earth nothing would have gone wrong."

"It was the calculations that were wrong." James replied, still eyeing the family history.

"You are leaving in two days yes?"

"Yes..."

"Read through this..and know that the past is the past, and prominent or not...you are my only family..."

James blushed. "Well...ah..."

"What?"

"Marna is...ummm...well...see on her nineteenth birthday we went for a walk..and well...we made love...and...ah...she's pregnant." James said blushing.

Gemma's eyes shot up, "Then you have more reason to not risk things too much. Read these...and be safe."