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On a burnt out hill of the war torn planet of Gallifrey, a large blaster slung over his shoulder, overlooking the wreckage of the most recent battle stands the man who once called himself the Doctor. Dark sad eyes filled with loss stare at the wreckage with regret but also determination. Why? Why had so many had to die? Strewn across the field is the wreckage of fallen Daleks and the bodies of Time Lords killed mid regeneration, or perhaps they had been on their final regeneration, one would never know. Bitterly the thought crosses the Renegades mind that few would even remember those poor souls. A single tear slides down his dirty soot stained cheek living a jagged trail leading into his scruffy unshaven beard. “Farewell my kin, your deaths will not be in vain.” He turns and walks into a tall blue box that looks out of place but oddly that looks like it belongs. He pushes the door open and enters his TARDIS. He leans over his console and presses a few buttons on it to contact the Council.
“Report Renegade, what is the outcome of your efforts.” The President of Gallifrey says as soon as the connection is made.
“The battle was a success, there were multiple casualties. We lost fifty Time Lords but managed to drive the Daleks back.” His voice remains flat and controlled during his entire report. Within his mind is whirling as he tries to control his conflicting emotions. “What are my next coordinates? Also the bodies of the fallen what is to become of them?”
“We are sending the destination and coordinates to your TARDIS now.” This time it was one of the councilmembers who speaks, the Renegade never bothers with names anymore. There is a sharp ding and he quickly sets the coordinates. "The bodies will be dealt with by someone else. You are to focus on your task."
“Understood." He clicks a button on his console and reads his next mission. "Destination and coordinates received. I will be there in a moment.” He adjusts his gun into a more comfortable position on his back.
“Good work Renegade. We will await your next report.” He sighs as he hangs up and hits the activation button sending his TARDIS to the next battle, his next battle, they seem so never-ending. He must do something, there had to be a way to end this war. He feels a thing in his hearts stir, a desire to end it all. He would find a way to end the war. “TARDIS, old girl, research weapons that might help us end this war.” There was a faint comforting ding as a weapon appears on the screen and below it is its name: The Moment.
He stares at the readout on the Moment and looks at the location. "This is the only way isn't it girl?" He listens to his TARDIS humming to him. "You're right we can't be hasty about this." He reads through his next battle. The Towers of Canonicity and Likelihood "Well this could be very interesting." He sighs and hits a few buttons sending the TARDIS to the Tower of Likelihood. As soon as he lands he finds himself suddenly very tired. He was so tired and ready to end it all but knows he must go on. He opens the doors fully dressed for battle and listens to the never ending sounds of war. "Let's get this over with."
Timelords, in Oracles opinion were mostly observers, people who’d rather sit back and watch, even if what they were watching was their own war.
Oracle was one of the few non Timelords on the field, and she was sure to make sure you could tell she wasn’t one of them, she was one of the last Varisneal left and since she’d learned that Oracle wore it with pride. She was just helping out in their war because when it came to Daleks, Oracle and the Timelords had a common enemy. She’d painted most of her body in a blueish purple dye and with it embellished the scars that littered the upper part of her body and her up and down her arms from a hard life of being a lab rat for scientists growing up and an even harder life on the streets as a teenager.
With a fierce battle cry Oracle took off like a rocket across the battle field, trailing electricity behind her as a scare tactic. Oracle lead the band of fighters she was with towards the towers in front of them. They were to clear out any Dalek humanoids left that occupied the woods at the foot of the two towers.
She was faster than the rest in her group so she quickly out ran the band of fighters and entered the pine thicket or whatever the Gallifreyans called it, it had looked like one to her so that’s what she referred to it as, before she slowed and took a defensive stance.
They moved fast, but not faster than her. She saw them out of the corner of her eye coming at her fast, sidestepping she held out a foot catching their own foot with her own and quickly moving her own up to catch them at the knee. There was a satisfying crack that caused Oracle to smile, she had managed to not kill anyone yet but she certainly had to have the highest count on nonlethal captures.
Reaching back she took her palm and rammed it into were the hidden eye piece would have been knocking the Dalek to the ground out cold. Crouching down next to the unconscious body Oracle looked the body over trying to judge how many were in the woods and if possible where they were. She looked over her shoulder when she heard twigs snapping as others made their way into the thicket “First one?” Oracle nodded “Dead?” she stood up brushing her hands off on her pants “No, you know me I don’t kill..” she pulled out a gun and fired at the back of the Dalek, aiming for through the heart as it started to get back up. “Unless they don’t learn to stay down.”
Last Edit: Jan 6, 2014 0:17:36 GMT -5 by Ace McShane
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
The Renegade stepped onto the platform overlooking the battle. His hearts wrenched at the sight below him, the bodies falling before the flashes of green and the cries of pain and loss quickly following. He felt his heart reach out to the beings falling to save the planet that must never fall. He hefts his gun and moves onto the battlefield. He begins to shoot Daleks and Dalek humanoids without care or mercy. He didn't shoot to stun he shot to kill. He watched in sad satisfaction as each being fell. As much as he hated to kill, he knew he had too. Every Dalek that fell was one less Gallifreyan or Gallifreyan ally that died. Suddenly he heard a war cry and turned towards the noise. He saw a woman take out a Dalek humanoid and walked towards her. "Nice shot, do you need any assistance?" He kept on alert in case she tried to attack him.
"Nice shot, do you need any assistance?" Oracle held her gun at the man “No, but you do I think.” quickly she pulled the trigger shooting a humanoid Dalek slowly moving up behind the guy.
She nodded to the others she was with to go on ahead she’d catch up to them before lowering her weapon and returning her attention to the older guy for a second, “They hide everywhere and their sneaky as ‘ell.” She wasn’t trying to lecture the guy; she could tell he’d seen battle, and by the looks of him more of it then she could or would ever know but he did just about get keelhauled by the Dalek sneaking up behind him.
Holstering her weapon Oracle went over to a tree and quickly scrabbled up a couple of feet to see if she could get a better vantage point.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
The Renegade didn't even flinch when the woman shot the Dalek humanoid behind him. "Thank you for that." He watched her command what had to be her army, well a section of it possibly, and then look him over. He didn't even attempt to stand tall and proud, he was neither of those and he was not a liar. He had seen enough to know that war was nothing to be proud of. "Yes I do know they are sneaky." He watched her climb a tree and look out over the battlefield. He shot a Dalek hovering towards them and then made sure the humanoid was indeed dead. "I'm the Renegade." He looked at the corpse and shook his head. He regretted the death of every one of these creatures, they didn't deserve this. He shook his head and hardened his heart, he had to stay strong.
Oracle placed her palms on the branch under her and swung down to the lower one, grabbing onto the one below and flipping over it. Before she hit the ground she pulled her gun back out of her pocket and crouched when she hit the ground slowly scanning her surroundings again, as if out of habit "I'm the Renegade." she holstered the gun again “I’m Oracle.”
Moving a little closer Oracle studied the guy a little more “I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and guess…high council intelligence? I stay that only because most higher ups like to pull rank the second their boots hit the dirt.” she eyed the gun “Then again, most intelligence people don’t carry guns like that either. Timelord, or Dalek, friend or foe?” sometimes she wondered if being in the thick of the battle was getting to her, she was starting to suspect everyone.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Renegade looks at the woman named Oracle and dips his head in formal greeting. He continues to scan the battlefield watching for Daleks, he only half listens to the woman as she tries to place his rank. "I work for the high council but not intelligence. I am their hired soldier traveling from battlefield to battlefield winning losing battles. I am a Time Lord and an ally as long as you are against the Daleks." He turns away, thinking if the woman wanted to kill him one of them would be dead by now, he fires at a Dalek humanoid moving towards him.
He turns to her briefly before continuing the look out. "Why do you leave the humanoids alive? They are lost to this life." He begins to move away from the area. "I think this area is clear for now." He destroys a full Dalek before turning back to her. "You may stick with me for now, I don't want you going around alone." He looks up to his TARDIS making sure it's okay then he turns back to her listening for danger.
"I work for the high council but not intelligence. I am their hired soldier traveling from battlefield to battlefield winning losing battles. I am a Time Lord and an ally as long as you are against the Daleks." Oracle nodded a little deciding that she could believe him she’d been burned before for thinking that but something about this guy said that wasn’t the case this time “Yeah ok, fair enough.”
"Why do you leave the humanoids alive? They are lost to this life." she knew that, Oracle had found that even as much as she thrived in combat there was still something, she couldn’t bring herself to outright kill someone without giving them a chance to back down first. Frowning she looked at the ground for a second before looking back at the humanoid Dalek she’d killed “Because, it feels less like murder.” because war or not it was still murder no matter how you justified it.
Oracle watched as he destroyed a full Dalek and turned back to her "You may stick with me for now, I don't want you going around alone." “I can take care of myself.” she looked in the direction the group she was with went, they’d be fine without her “But, under the circumstances two heads are better than one.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
The Valeyard staggered backwards as the doors to his TARDIS slammed closed. The Device he carried pressed into his chest as he tumbled into a panel of the octagonal command console. Spread flat on his back, his gruff Yorkshire accent rang out over the hum of TARDIS.
"Excellent. Interface: set coordinates for the Towers Of Canonicity and Likelihood. Prepare for battle."
The woman's voice who had spoken earlier retorted to this request through crackled Second World War speakers that were affixed around the walls of the console room.
"With respect sir, the weapon is not ready-"
Before she could finish, The Valeyard was on his feet and attaching the large metal container to leather straps and placing it on his back. The object in question was square and coated in plated steel. In it's centre was a panel of circular glass with what appeared to be swirling colours of red and blue and black residing in it. Upon the top of the box; valves, connectors and conduits linked to copper piping that was being affixed down The Valeyard's left shoulder and to his forearm. Wrapping black leather strapping around his tricep, The Valeyard affixed what looked to be a large black funnel to the leather bindings. It had a large valve on it's back which The Valeyard fixed the copper piping into.
"The Weapon is ready and fit for use..."
Walking around to the opposite side of the console to wear he stood, the heels of his black boots clanking against the grated steel flooring, he began to fiddle with dials and switches.
"It will serve it's purpose. Now, the Towers, make haste."
The cracking of the speakers and the voice disappeared. The Valeyard reached across to another panel on the console and pulled a brass lever. Four great Industrial brass pistons encased in circular glass that stood from the centre of the console and into a large steel octagon on the roof of the room began to creak and groan into life, compressing and depressing whilst the wheezing of the engines began to echo around the room. The Valeyard wandered quickly around the panels and tweaked dials, turned nobs. Taking up his rapier that rested on side table to the left of the console, he slotted it into his holder on his left hip.
The black TARDIS tore through the sky, spiralling around the towers and finally towards it's landing ground in a clearing in the dark forest. The speakers once again crackled into life.
The Valeyard again cut the voice off by barking sharp orders.
"We'll soon see to them. Activate the forcefields and re-enforce. Infuse the forcefields chamber with Foron radiation. Full power."
The Valeyard lunged towards two large levers affixed around two large semi-circular steel covers. Grasping the oak handles, the levers were thrust forwards and The Black TARDIS lurched gyroscopically towards the ground. As it hastened towards it's Earth based landing ground, The Valeyard cast a beady eye at the clearing.
"Disengage the Anit-Gravs!"
The Black TARDIS plummeted backwards towards the ground with a tremendous crash causing a shock wave of electric energy to ripple around the clearing. Daleks and Dalek Humanoids alike exploded in electrical flames. The Valeyard crashed against the railings as the doors flew open. Standing back up, he set at a sprint as fast as he could, drawing his rapier and leaping through the door frame.
Last Edit: Jan 13, 2014 20:48:12 GMT -5 by Deleted
The Renegade listens to the girl in front of him and sighs, he to once thought as she did now. Before the change, before the fateful change that stripped him of all he held dear, he to once thought more about not killing than strategy. However he no longer did and so he responded to her in a much different way. "An enemy dead now is one who can't shoot at you later. Murder is a fact of war." He looked at her. "In war it's you or them, I hope you chose you cause they aren't." He looked at the fallen Dalek. "Although now it looks like you better hope it isn't you."
He nods to her at her comment on coming with him and a soft barely noticeable smile flits over his lips at her comment on two heads. "Yes that is true. Been spending time on Earth have we?" He begins to fire on the Daleks again and then suddenly a loud crash to the far east of his location causes him to leap and point his gun ready for the Daleks to find and shoot at him and the girl with him. "Stay behind me." With that he moved toward the large crash and is shocked to see a TARDIS. "A Time Lord?" Despite the fact it is a TARDIS the Renegade did not relax at all and continued toward the fallen ship gun pointed.
"In war it's you or them, I hope you chose you cause they aren't." He looked at the fallen Dalek. "Although now it looks like you better hope it isn't you." Oracle squinted a little feeling as if she was being lectured “Please don’t lecture me”
Running a head a little Oracle dropped low and scrambled up a Dalek making sure to stay well away from its gun arm before kicking at it till it popped off, reaching around she found what she was looking for and popped off the top of the casing before pulling out her gun and firing into the container this time without showing mercy. Looking down satisfied it was dead she jumped off "Yes that is true. Been spending time on Earth have we?" Oracle paused for a minute “I was raised on Earth.” she kicked the Dalek over onto its side and rubbed one of her arms where she’d emphasized the scars with her blue paint.
Ducking a little when she heard the crash thinking that they were being fired on "Stay behind me." she nodded and followed The Renegade as they moved over to were the sound came from. If it was a Timelord were where they “I don’t like this.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Leaping from the door and digging his boot heels into the mud that had gathered at the side of the TARDIS, The Valeyard slid down towards the grass that lined the crater. Plunging his rapier into a nearby Dalek, he let out an almighty war cry.
Noticing the two bodies stood observing him, he leapt across the Dalek and raised his rapier to point it's tip at Oracle's throat. Aiming the large black device at The War Doctor, he barked fiercely.
"Before you ask, Dalekanium Gallifreyium alloy blade powered by a Vortocks crystal. Dalekanium matches with the corresponding atoms and vibrates them, thus separating them. Gallifreyium Steel, one of the strongest metals know by all sentient life, plunges through the divided atoms and pierces the organism inside. Therefore, I will not need to inform you that it has no problem sheering through bone."
He viciously scans both The War Doctor and Oracle with his eyes
"Now; Name, Rank and Intention..."
He switches to Oracle.
"...And in your case, Species and Planet Of Origin. And make it quick, I'm a busy man..."
The Renegade liked to think himself a patient kind, if not highly violent, man. So having some uppity new Time Lord who appeared like he couldn't even fly a TARDIS point a blaster at him and threaten his friend while demanding information from him was not very pleasing to him. So he leveled a steely glare at the man and ground his teeth in anger. "All you need to know about me is I work for the council. Now kindly put that weapon away before I get truly angry and show you why Daleks fear me." Renegade had witnessed the man's apparent flourish with his odd sword, had heard his unneeded description of it, I mean any Gallifreyan would know the metal of the planet, so of course he a Time Lord would know it. Furthermore he didn't like his presence being questioned as it was quite obvious as to why he was here, he certainly wasn't here site seeing.
All in all Renegade was thoroughly unimpressed by the young Time Lord. His mind whirled through the possibilities, he could kill the young upstart and blame a Dalek not that anyone ever really checked bodies anymore, or he could leave the man for the Dalek's to deal with and if he got off planet at least he was out of Renegade's hair. Finally he could wait and see if the man was simply a trigger happy new recruit that needed a good back lash to sober up. "Also kindly lower your blade, we are obviously not foes or we would have shot you while you were exiting your fallen ship or even fighting that Dalek." He kept his eyes on the man's and his gaze never left it's steely glare.
Oracle barred her teeth a little, not meaning to look like a wild animal but she was sure she probably did, looking at the blade the man had pointed at her throat.
"Before you ask, Dalekanium Gallifreyium alloy blade powered by a Vortocks crystal. Dalekanium matches with the corresponding atoms and vibrates them, thus separating them. Gallifreyium Steel, one of the strongest metals know by all sentient life, plunges through the divided atoms and pierces the organism inside. Therefore, I will not need to inform you that it has no problem sheering through bone."
She had gotten used to people pointing weapons at her, it was war after all but that didn’t make her any less irritated to have someone show up on the field and start to demand her Name, Rank and intention and to her, her species and blah blah blah. There were options open to her, she knew Time lords were fast but not faster than her, she could always knock the blade from the guy or, even faster just shoot him.
Shifting her weight on her feet a little, getting ready to serpentine the guy and rush him, Oracle stopped when she heard The Renegade speak up.
"All you need to know about me is I work for the council. Now kindly put that weapon away before I get truly angry and show you why Daleks fear me."
Oracle slowly moved her hands down to where she had her gun holstered flicking her gaze between the new comer and The Renegade
"Also kindly lower your blade, we are obviously not foes or we would have shot you while you were exiting your fallen ship or even fighting that Dalek."
“Same war, different branches.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
That voice. He knew it instantly. The Renegade. The most respected warrior the Time Lords had produced in centuries. He heard takes if his great battles but had yet to meet him and finally the opportunity had arose. Yet he seemed to be steeped in an air of regret, The Valeyard thought. He had a way about him that reminded him of....well... The Doctor.
He glanced down and realised he was still pointing the blade and aiming the weapon and in recognition of his stupidity, lowered them both. He spoke first to the man he now assumed to be The Renegade.
"I recognise your voice. It is good to finally meet you in person, My Lord Renegade. I have heard many stories of your bravery"
He turned back to Oracle and explained his actions whilst sheathing his rapier.
"My apologies for my hostile behaviour. However, having been betrayed by one of our own, I find it necessary to approach all new acquaintances with a level of suspicion."
He spoke now to both The Renegade and Oracle.
"And in my haste, I had idly forgotten that this current incarnation may have not crossed paths with your good selves"
He held an outstretched hand to The Renegade.
"The Valeyard. Commander of The Forgotten Armies and fellow warrior on this god forsaken battlefield."
He turned back to Oracle.
"And rest assured my lady, it is with deep regret that I look upon my previous actions as any person that travels in tow of a fine example of a Time Lord as this..."
He gestures to The Renegade
"...is no enemy of mine."
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