This is the last chapter that I had partially blocked out when I last stopped working on this story. Further updates will follow at a slower pace

The Final Countdown
Chapter 3.
The skies over the school took on a strange, erire green glow as the students filed out for the 3 PM bell. It certainly looked like rain, in the distance flashes of lightning produced reverberations of thunder. The students hurried home, they had all been caught unprepared for the late afternoon change in weather which had not been predicted by the weather service.
As Astro exited the building, the wind was just starting to freshen and the first drops of rain were falling. Sitting on the steps of the school building crying, was one of the younger grade students. The small girl was frightened by the weather, among other things.
“Hey, what's the matter?” Astro asked.
“The bus left without me, and I can't get my mom on the phone” she cried, holding up her cell phone which kept buzzing with a busy signal.
“Where do you live?” Astro asked, “I'll take you home.”
The seven year old whispered her address into Astro's ear.
Astro bent down and told her “Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight!”
He gently took off and flew the short distance to her house. His new friend gave him a kiss on the cheek, and rang the doorbell on her house. Astro waited until the girl's mother opened the door and let her in before taking off again. The rain had picked up now, instead of a light drizzle there were sheets of rain pelting him. Astro gained altitude to try and get above the rain clouds, but the wind only picked up as he climbed. Flying IFR, he found himself in the middle of a lightning cloud with flashes of electricty all about him. The cloud was aglow with a bright green light, and he could feel the pins and needles of Saint Elmo's fire against his skin.
There was a sudden blast of blinding light as a bolt of lighting cut across Astro's path, briefly blinding him. Astro was bounced around in the clouds and suddenly found himself being sucked into the vortex of a horzontal funnel cloud. He fought the winds for a few minutes, but soon realized that they were more powerful than he was, so he stopped struggling and merely tried to keep in control. Suddenly he was spat out of the disturbence into calm air. The skies cleared and he was flying VFR once again. Astro could now see the ground, though he was confused at what he saw.
Atlas flew toward the school thinking he'd catch Astro leaving for home after the 3 PM bell. He figured that his rival had something to do with Mustacheo knowing about the effect of a police taser on him, and he intended on giving Astro a piece of his mind. As the red and blue robot neared the school the sky darkened and he felt the first raindrops in his face. Being more brazen than smart, Atlas decided to hover up near the clouds to hide from view until Astro walked out of the building.
The wind picked up and Atlas was caught in a horizontal gust that sucked him into a whirlpool of wind. Atlas tried to blast himself free, but he only bounced around even more. Bolts of lightning surrounded him inside of the green glow of the clouds. Suddenly, he was thrown free just as a bolt of lightning hit him squarely in the ass. He plummeted toward the ground and landed in the top of a tree.
Astro now found himself flying above a neighborhood that no longer resembled the one he had just been above. The layout of the streets were somewhat familiar, but few of the houses were the same. In the distance he saw what looked like a factory area that he'd once seen in some old photographs in his history class. That district had been totally destroyed during the American bombing raids over Tokyo during the second world war. Today (?) it should have been a housing district, the factories long gone and relocated to another part of the city where they now made electronics rather than munitions.
Astro tried to get a GPS fix on his location, but his internal satellite receivers could find no signal. He wondered if he had been damaged by any EMP from the lightning so he brought up his heads up display to run diagnostics on his internal systems. No errors were reported, and he also saw that his energy levels were nearly at full. He landed somewhere in the downtown area to get his bearings. The busy downtown area was just as crowded as usual this late in the afternoon, but everything there looked different from what it should be. Astro noticed that the people passing by him gave him strange stares. He passed a newsstand where the afternoon newspapers were stacked for sale. It was then when he got the worst shock of his lifetime. The date at the top of the paper read November 1, 1941!
Atlas fell out of the tree and slowly righted himself. He recognized where he was at once from memory, and the six armed palace guards surrounding him. He had no idea how he'd been blown off course to land in the courtyard of the Tokyo Imperial Palace.
“Why don't you guys just tell 悠仁親王 悠仁 (Hisahito) that I'm a friend of Astro and let me go?” Atlas said.
The guards only moved in closer to him.
“We know of no such person, what are you and why do you threaten 昭和天皇?”
Atlas looked up to catch a glimpse of the palace, and saw the balcony of the emperor's study where he had been several times visiting with Astro. A strange face appeared there, dressed in the official dress uniform of the emperor. He was a middle aged man, not the youthful teen that Astro had introduced him to.
“You will come with us!” The palace guards ordered, now backed up by an equal number of military guards bearing sub-machine guns. Atlas gave in and followed them, and was led to a small prison cell where he was locked in. A calendar hung on the wall above the guards station, and he could see the current date.
“No fraggin way! It's not possible, is it?” he thought to himself. “That must have been one weird storm I went though!” The calendar read November 1, 1941.
Atlas thought to himself, “There's no way these guys would comprehend robots, they must really be freaked out to see me. If I'm going to get out of here, I'm either going to have to bust out and cause myself more issues than I want to deal with, or try and fit in and fool them. So maybe I'd better morph back to my other self, much as I detest the idea.”
Atlas waited for the guard to lose interest in him and turn away to gaze elsewhere. He sat down on the small bed in the cell and opened his access panel to throw a switch. His body started to morph from the armored Atlas form into his former Daichi persona. The next time the guard looked at his cell, the red and blue battle robot was gone, and the teenage boy biker was sitting in there.
Astro was glad that he was wearing his school uniform despite how it looked out of place in the current time frame. He'd have looked even more our of place if he'd been caught in that storm in only his painted on 'birthday suit' and red boots. He also had some yen coins in his pocket, with any luck the store keepers wouldn't notice the date on them. He found a clothing store and quickly selected a set of appropriate attire, paid for them, and then ducked into an alley to change. Astro adjusted the beret cap he'd gotten so it hid his sharp cowlicks properly. The cap, and the light colored sunglasses he'd found made him look human enough to fit in.
Astro didn't know what he was going to do, but he hoped that the same freak electrical storm that had seemed to transport him back in time would eventually reoccur and he'd be able to catch a ride back the other way. Yet The importance of the date hit him squarely in the face. Mustachio had expressed his wish to go back in time and try to prevent Japan's starting the war in the Pacific. Maybe he had been sent back to do that? Perhaps it was his destiny to try. The first thing he decided to do, was to try and talk to the Emperor and change his mind. Astro was familiar with the layout of the Imperial Palace, he'd been the guest of Prince Hisahito Akishino many times The prince had told him all sorts of stories about Emperor Hirohito. Maybe he could leverage his knowledge and pull it off. He decided he'd have to try.
Astro calmly walked up to the palace gates from the street entrance. The palace itself was in the middle of an artificial island in the middle of the city. There was a large area with many trees off to one side of the complex, and garden areas to the other side. Smaller buildings held military barracks for the guards, and a small detention area with a few holding cells.
Now dressed more appropriately for the occasion, Astro was able to approach the guard at the street entrance and try to negotiate his way in.
“I'm a friend of the royal family,” he sweetly told the guard, dropping a few names that Hisahito had given him, including that of Prince Akihito.
The guard asked Astro a few questions that he was able to fake the answers to, then had a second thought.
“I was on duty on the grounds when we stopped some kid a little taller than you in some kind of weird red samurai costume.”
Astro maintained a poker face, but he had a good guess who the guard was talking about. “Damn, that idiot Atlas must have got caught in the tail end of the same storm that got me.”, he thought.
“Don't have a clue who you could be talking about.” Astro replied.
To his surprise, the guard motioned to Astro to enter the grounds. The crown prince was in the garden, accompanied by a few guardians. Astro bowed a greeting to him, and he returned the gesture. The boy was a year younger than Astro's apparent human age, and he was pleased to have a new companion to talk to. The guardians didn't see Astro as a threat and noticed that the prince accepted him as a playmate, so they didn't question it. It appeared that Astro's gambit was working.
“Can you stay for the evening meal?” The prince asked.
“Yes, I'd be honored to.” Astro replied politely.
This was exactly what Astro was hoping for, a chance to get the ear of the emperor. He still hadn't figured out how he was going to approach the matter, but he needed to let the ruler know of the future disaster that would grip the nation, if he tried to spread his conquest into the Pacific and involve American in the war.
Naval General Isoroku Yamamoto finished laying out his battle strategy to the Naval General Staff. The assembled commanders returned a combined stare of disbelief at him.
“I cannot see the wisdom in this!” Admiral Osami Nagano blurted out. “Surly the accepted doctrine of America's own Captain Mahan is the wiser course of action.”
“Whittling down the American fleet as they advance across the Pacific has been proven not to work effectively in our own war games!” Yamamoto replied. “If we are to achieve our intentions of victory against the British and Dutch in the Far East we must keep the Americans from interfering. Only a massive blow against them followed by a decisive offensive battle will bring the United States to the negotiation table willing to end the conflicts on our terms.”
Nagano kept his arms crossed and looked away from Yamamoto. The rest of the staff nodded in agreement.
“In that case,” Yamamoto sighed “I will have to tender my resignation!” He started to remove the Admiral's insignia on his uniform as a sign of his seriousness.
“That will not be necessary!” Nagano replied. “While I still do not agree with your views, I will go along with the attack on the American forces at Pearl. However I must impose one strict condition, our government must issue an official declaration of war with the United States before any such attack.”
“Of course.” Yamamoto agreed.