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ten_fwd2014-07-13 09:02 pm
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A New Place, A New Time (Introductions)
Another wasted opportunity.
Once again, The Doctors attempt to finds a means save his best friend and his great grandson from their horrid fates met with abject failure. He had been trying to find a loophole a side law, means to circumvent the damage done by that idiot known as The Monk. And yet it was another dead end. Modifying the TARDIS to allow a quick in and out jump to ensure Lucie was caught before the bomb exploded. Something that could have been done differently.
The Doctor was left stew in his mind when he felt as if he was pulled. It was a heavy tug, as if someone had lasso'd him from the Vortex itself. In what was both an eternity and an instant, the Time Lord found himself pulled hard and then deposited. How far away he couldn't ascertain, but The Doctor knew immediately that he was far away from where he had been, drudging through old Gallifreyan archives and through the old codes of the earliest writings of Rassilon. He wasn't on Gallifrey anymore, and more importantly he was no longer near his TARDIS, the thing he had called his home for years on end. he was now what looked like the hallway of a starship whose design he didn't recognize.
"Hello? I don't know who you are, but I rather don't appreciate you pulling me away from my home! Reveal yourself!" The Doctor yelled at the mostly quiet hallway. He could hear the hum of power and the vibration of the engines. Judging by the pitch and the smoothness, most likely a matter/antimatter drive with some sort of crystalline stabilization structure. But where and when wasn't possible at the moment.
Once again, The Doctors attempt to finds a means save his best friend and his great grandson from their horrid fates met with abject failure. He had been trying to find a loophole a side law, means to circumvent the damage done by that idiot known as The Monk. And yet it was another dead end. Modifying the TARDIS to allow a quick in and out jump to ensure Lucie was caught before the bomb exploded. Something that could have been done differently.
The Doctor was left stew in his mind when he felt as if he was pulled. It was a heavy tug, as if someone had lasso'd him from the Vortex itself. In what was both an eternity and an instant, the Time Lord found himself pulled hard and then deposited. How far away he couldn't ascertain, but The Doctor knew immediately that he was far away from where he had been, drudging through old Gallifreyan archives and through the old codes of the earliest writings of Rassilon. He wasn't on Gallifrey anymore, and more importantly he was no longer near his TARDIS, the thing he had called his home for years on end. he was now what looked like the hallway of a starship whose design he didn't recognize.
"Hello? I don't know who you are, but I rather don't appreciate you pulling me away from my home! Reveal yourself!" The Doctor yelled at the mostly quiet hallway. He could hear the hum of power and the vibration of the engines. Judging by the pitch and the smoothness, most likely a matter/antimatter drive with some sort of crystalline stabilization structure. But where and when wasn't possible at the moment.
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"B-" And before Andrew can say Bernie's name the dog is off! In the direction of Ten Forward thankfully but boy is Andrew going to face palm.
"He's going to beg for food now. You used the magic words."