Crocodile -2000- Apr 2026

Year: 2000 BC. Location: The lush, unnamed delta of a river that will one day be called the Nile.

Two thousand pounds of muscle exploded from the mud. The man from the disc had time to whisper, “But you’re just a—“

K’tharr understood one thing. This thing was in his river. And it was trying to make the world go quiet. crocodile -2000-

The fog reached K’tharr’s tail. A cold, wrong feeling shot up his spine. It wasn't pain. It was erasure. He felt his memories—the taste of a wildebeest calf, the heat of a sun from a thousand summers—flicker and die.

The answer lay in the Nile, sleeping in the sun, with a taste of chrome on his tongue and all the time in the world. Year: 2000 BC

He was not a guardian of history. He was not a hero. He was just a crocodile, doing what crocodiles do.

But somewhere, in a timeline that would never exist, a team of scientists stared at a blank screen and whispered: “What happened to Unit 7?” The man from the disc had time to

He settled back onto his mudbank, the one he had guarded for two thousand years before this moment. He closed his bad eye.

The man saw K’tharr. His eyes went wide. “Alpha point located,” he said into a bead on his wrist. “Releasing temporal suppressant. Target: prehistoric Crocodylus niloticus . ETA to extinction: two thousand years.”

Then the disc went dark.