[Kveykvakonungr]

Sons of Gallifrey

Chapter 1: selection

Gallifrey, the oldest of old planets, the shining world of the seven systems; in the constellation of Kasterborous it dwelt; galactic coordinates ten-zero-eleven-zero-zero by zero-two from galactic zero centre, if you want to know, not that it’ll do you any good, it’s gone now. Burned, by the time war, only accessible via time travel, even that will probably bring the consequences of paradox down upon you, unless you had a stone set reason for visiting. Time lords kept a quantum barrier up, nobody in, nobody out, unless it was some form of time/inter-dimensional travel. All this allowed the time lords to maintain absolute neutrality, any time lord that breached this was exiled; it wasn’t that the time lords ignored those around them, they only interfered if something loomed that must never come to pass, even then working indirectly, discreetly, gallifreyans made their living and the time lords would come out of their citadel and choose novices, these were taken to the academy and made to look into the un-tempered schism, a gap in reality through which one could see all of time and space… some were inspired… some ran away… and… some went mad.

Taken to the academy at the age of eight, I looked at the schism, it burned through me and I ran, ran and ran and ran. After some time I was calmed, and put with the others who had been chosen, we were given books, filled with the cultures of all the worlds; these we read, we were then made to pick our selves names, new names based upon what we had read, some took prodigious titles, like “the lord” and “the sentinel” and “the master” others, those who had ran, and had been humbled by what we had seen chose lesser titles, or perhaps names from various cultures, my brother who was three years elder than myself and who had been taken three years previously and excelled had created his own name, Hannidrial. I myself chose an existing name, simplistic and humble, I chose Jack… A common earth name, frowned upon though I was by my elders, I kept it. They disliked my appearance too, young with sandy hair.

My brother and I became friends with some outside gallifreyans, Perry and Tokku. They weren’t time lords, but they were friends none the less… They encouraged me when the day came, after many years, when I was one hundred; I had known them a total of five years. I graduated, I was crewed up on a TARDIS and immediately we were given a mission, to pursue a renegade time lord that had taken up guise as a monk, messing with time as he saw fit. Our TARDIS materialized on a beach, currently the man was living in a shack near here. I was given the task of scouting the area out and trying to coax him out. I was given a small staster pistol, I was to stun him, and I tucked it in a tunic I was wearing to blend in and started up the rocks. A frail door hung on the hinges; I knocked gingerly for fear of damaging the property. The door opened but before I could get a look inside a brown cloaked figure blocked the view. He was an elderly man with a friar’s haircut, he looked at me for a moment, then his eyes widened, and he pushed past me running down the hill. I spun on my feet, whipped out the staser and fired; the stun bolt hit him in the shoulder. The monk spun and fell on his back, sprawled across the flat surface of rock, I dashed over too him and pointed the staser at his chest. ‘You are here by under arrest by the Gallifreyan authorities; I am to take you back to the citadel for trial.’ The monk groaned, ‘don’t know what you’re talking about…’ how stupid was this one? I thought, I could sense his time lord nature, there was no use hiding it. Keeping my staser aimed at him, I sent a telepathic signal to the TARDIS, what have you to report? Came the reply from my captain, a time lord named Tallus, an odd thing I thought was that Tallus was the only black skinned time lord in our squad, I dismissed this, as it made no difference. I have the renegade under control, he tried to retreat I replied, unfortunately telepathic communication lessened external senses and the captive time lord jerked my hand to the side and ran back up the hill, negative on that last one sir, the renegade is escaping, I am giving chase. With that, I broke off communication turned, fired thrice, the three bolts just missed, so I ran after him. I was gaining on him when he got inside his shack, the door slammed in my face; I tried to pull it open, but it didn’t budge. I stepped back from the shack as I heard the sound of ancient grinding engines.
‘sh*t!’ I muttered, opening telepathic waves again I said, the renegade’s shack is a TARDIS. Are you sure? Tallus replied, by now the shack/TARDIS had nearly completely disappeared, yeah…just about…I replied.

This post has been edited by Kveykvakonungr: 09 August 2009 - 01:01 PM

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Chapter 2: life and death

Upon returning from the failed mission, nothing happened for a week. That was how it went, for twenty years I served; going on missions when my crew were given them, going from planet to planet, time period to time period. One day after these twenty years we were given a mission to serve as negotiators, a group of 51st century humans had recently developed basic time travel they had gone back four hundred years and had decided to destroy a planet the species of which they were at war with in their time; the problem with this was that it would cause a paradox. We landed our TARDIS, I wore a dark blue long-sleeved top, grey trousers and a silver cloak over it, the others either wore garments similar to this or time lord robes. Everybody had staser pistols holstered at their hips. We stepped out on to the bridge of a dreadnaught class battle ship, in orbit around the targeted planet. The moment we stepped out guards aimed proton pistols at us, “hello.” I said, “Who are you?” said a man who, judging by his insignia was the captain of the ship we were on, I looked around, a functional grey area with various computer terminals dotted around, with the front wall of the bridge was a huge window; it annoyed me how much 51st century humans liked to show off, not realizing how much of a danger that gigantic window was. “We are envoys of the planet Gallifrey, we are time lords.” Murmurs swept through the room, “why are you here?” The captain asked, I observed him, a middle aged man with a bristly moustache. Captain Tallus looked at him and said, “We know what you plan to do and you must stop, destroying this planet would cause a paradox, it exists very pointedly in your time there for it must remain!” I rolled my eyes, of course these humans wouldn’t back down, they were humans, I raised my hand to scratch my neck, doing so caused my cloak to shift, exposing my pistol. “They’re armed! Positions!” Men flanked us, surrounding us and blocking off the TARDIS, which had taken the shape of a teleportation pod which would have been connected to others around the ship had it been real. “Look,” I said, stepping forward a bit faster than I should have done; the movement startled one of the younger guards who fired, a pale green bolt of proton energy ripped through my shirt; I fell back, stopping myself just in time. I stood up, I could feel a strange new energy welling up inside of me, and I could here Tallus telling everyone to step back. The energy became too much; it erupted out, blossoming into visibility along my hands and head, bright, sky blue light, then there was nothing. I fell forward on to my knees panting, “woah! That was my first time regenerating!” I gasped, my accent sounded… Scottish… my clothes felt slightly more restrictive, I was taller.

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Chapter 3: skirmish

My fellow crew members whipped out staser pistols, shaking off how tired I felt from regenerating, I did the same. Our crew's scientist, The Rani, stepped forward and said, "you have made a deadly mistake, you shall die for this!" With that, she fired her Staser, a bolt of ruthless blue energy sending the guard cadet who had shot me flying back, he fell to the ground and didn't get up again. Of course he didn't, at their strongest setting, stasers even killed time lords. The ship's captain was diving, rolling and otherwise dodging staser blasts, his moustache in disarray.

After using a stun blast to dispatch a flight navigator who had grabbed the weapon of a fallen guard, I flicked my weapon up and aimed at the captain, who tackled me in the legs, we fell in a tangle and three of my crew members simultaniously shot him in the back with stunners. Time lords were made of tougher stuff than humans and this was reflected in the weapons that were also meant for policing Gallifrey, so three stunners was a bit much for the old man, and captain Talus had to go inside his mind to get the human to wake up. When he did, we all walked off towards our TARDIS, before leaving, I said: "we expect you to go back to your own time, and stay there." The captain snarled, "you Time lords are evil bastards! you're monsters, picking on weaker beings!" I glanced back at him and said, quite evenly, "we were putting a stop to you, we killed nobody unless they attempted to take our lives, so we are hardly evil. And as for picking on weaker races, take a look at what you're doing. Then really think if you should be accusing others of that".