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« Thread Started on Jun 10, 2009, 8:31pm » | |
Continuation of Off to Shada and Any Other Place But This
In the corner of her cell, there was a small bed that Rose usually sat on during her long hours when she wasn't being examined and tested. She was there now, seated calmly with her back against the wall and her legs crossed. Her eyes were closed softly and each breath she took was slow and easy. Over the past two months, Rose had changed. She had been treated well, fed well, and kept in generally good health.. Her appearance was well-kept although her hair had grown long, and her pale cream uniform was clean and washed often. She was grateful that her captors were treating her this well, but she knew it was simply because they needed to keep her in good health. In the beginning, things hadn't been quite so good. They had tested her durability, her mortality, and everything they could so that they could establish perimeters within which the heart of the TARDIS functioned. Good old Crazy eyes had been at his worst in those days, but it became quickly apparent to Rose that if she kept her mouth shut then he was quickly discouraged. These men were nothing like the Time Lords she had met in her travels. They were studious, cowardly... But at least they were only cruel on occasion. Her mind often went back to her experience on Ohw and remembered just how different it was to be held captive by Daleks.
How long she had been a prisoner on Shada was a complete mystery to Rose, but she knew it had been a long time. In the beginning she ha been completely frantic and difficult, fighting the Time Lords tooth and nail on every aspect, doing whatever she could to try to make their lives a little bit harder. She had wept a lot at first, because her mind had been trapped in the mentality of the victim. She had once again been pushed into the corner - forced into that damsel in distress mode. She had lingered there for a while until the shock of being kidnapped subsided from her mind. She was better than this, she had told herself. Better than being a victim, better than being someone who just at around crying over the fact that she had been once again separated from the man that she loved. Hell, she had seen worse than this. She had been kidnapped by the Daleks several times, she had been face to face with Satan, she had escaped an Army of insane Ood, she had faced down an Evil Time Lady, destroyed the Emperor of the Daleks. There was no way she was about to be defeated by some stupid, geeky Time Lords that had nothing better to do than to trap her here.
She had of course overheard snippets of conversation during her imprisonment. She knew why she was there, but she didn't exactly understand why. Why would the Time Lords be so fascinated with her? They spoke as if they were on the verge of death, as if they needed a solution immediately. That's why they had constructed the machine to transport the Doctor's TARDIS here... So that they could open it, dissect it, and see what it did to Rose when she was exposed to it. With her there, the ship probably wouldn't have even opened for them in the first place. Rose often wondered where the Doctor was, and what he had been doing since her disappearance... Was he afraid? Was he looking for her? She knew in her heart that he was, but until then all she could do was bide her time and hope that the Time Lords would have no reasons for getting rid of her anytime soon.
The sound of footsteps in the long hallway notified Rose that someone was approaching. That was unusual. She had only just been with her scientists a few moments ago, what more could they want? She opened her eyes to watch a young man type in the code to open her cell. When it opened, he stepped through, gesturing with his hand for her to follow him. She sighed for a moment, pulling her long hair back so that it was behind her shoulders. She stretched out her legs, touching her her thin shoes to the ground as she asked, "What is it this time? I was just over there." The man hesitated for a moment, "Your TARDIS" Rose's eyes flickered for a moment. The Doctor.. Her breath caught in her throat and she nodded, knowing that the machine that had been built to drag the ship here must have been a success. "Alright then." She got to her feet, following the man down the corridor. In the early days of her imprisonment she had been cuffed to prevent escape, but she was quick to realize that there was no escape from Shada. She would be trapped here - and sometimes during the night when she felt weak, she would cry to herself over her indefinite imprisonment. She would let her fears overwhelm her and she'd know in her heart that she'd never see the Doctor again. During those moments, she would fight to find her inner calm. If she fell to pieces she would never escape. Even though she knew it was impossible, her eyes and mind were constantly working, looking for any weakness and thinking of every possibility so that she might escape.
Five minutes after leaving her cell, Rose stepped out of the lift and into her usual medical room. Two examinations in one day. Her eyes flickered over to Dr. Crazy Eyes and he greeted her, though he seemed a little deflated. He had been hoping to lure the Doctor here but.. his colleagues had continued working on a more practical method of bringing the TARDIS here. Rose wondered where the police box was - if it was in a loading bay or a different examination room... She bit her lip anxiously before a voice startled her. "Empty!" Dr. Crazy Eyes snapped, "This was precisely why I said it was best to lure the Time Lord here, so that we would be able to hold him responsible for his actions!" Rose's eyebrows shot up. Empty!? She wasn't sure whether she should be relieved or distressed. Empty.. The Time Lords wouldn't findn the Doctor... But then he also wouldn't be able to save her. He was stranded somewhere, without his ship. What hope was there for him now? "His actions," one of the other doctors replied, "might very well have saved all of Gallifrey. We must tread delicately."
"Delicately!" Crazy Eyes sneered, sulking for a moment as Rose climbed onto the examination table to lay down. He approached her once she was strapped in, bending over her with his long hooked nose and his boney arms across his chest. "We have a visitor for you. You might recognize him. He's looking at your TARDIS now, but he'll be in here in a moment. Maybe with your ship here I'll finally be able to dissect that brain of yours... You probably wouldn't even die." Rose did her bet to ignore his voice, knowing that the only thing stopping him from such an act were the other two scientists in the room. Luckily for her, her mind was too concerned with the appearance of this person that might know her to worry about what the doctors around her were doing.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 11, 2009, 9:42am » | |
Carved out of a broken asteroid, the prison of Shada housed some of the most nefarious criminals in the universe—those that would have taken it over, given half the chance. The Time Lords, however, had ensured that these criminals would never escape, cryogenically freezing most of them with only a few kept in private cells. The planetoid’s surface was regularly patrolled by guards, and the space around Shada was restricted—the only way to get to Shada was to have ‘the key’ to Shada.
On board the Valinara, the Lord President’s War Class TARDIS, Lord Windlaxifaladrian turned the pages of the book called ‘The Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey’—he had no need to read it, of course, for the language was not key to the action. The Vortex swirled around them as they moved through time and space.
Tormakoff ascended to the bridge, twisting his finger in his ear. “Hello, sorry it took me so long to get here—I had to cross a river. I think there’s some mud I tracked in going across your desert…”
Lord Wind frowned at the other Time Lord. “We are coming in for a landing, Tormakoff. Do you have anything to say to me about your ‘escapades’ out there in the universe?”
“No, not really—I had fun, if that’s what you want me to say.” Torm sighed. “If you’re not going to imprison me, what do you need me for?”
“Advice—an experienced eye…” Lord Wind glared at him. “And someone who can be trusted not to get carried away.”
“Well, you should have ‘hailed’ me before I changed.” Tormakoff smiled.
As Valinara materialized and docked alongside the planetoid, a moving walkway extended out to connect with the TARDIS battle-cruiser. The Gallifreyan guards stationed along the perimeter halted in their tracks to salute as the Lord President and his guest reached the surface of the planet. They walked along the rocky road where tubular towers of cryogenically frozen prisoners were kept just outside the main facility.
Inside, the Lord President handed off his purple cloak to an attendant, dressed simpler now in a black robe without any of the paraphernalia of his office. Torm kept his own black cloak covering his heliotrope robes.
They went in to a large chamber, where several Time Lords were gathered round a sheet-covered edifice. They bowed to Lord Wind as Tormakoff stared at the sheet-covered TARDIS, which was what it had to be since he could feel the presence of its beating Heart. There was machinery all around it, as if they had been trying to test it and examine it themselves--but he could not imagine why they would want to get in, unless it had to be something very important.
And he could feel its Heart, which had to be in great pain, as he realized that he had felt it before…
“Presenting, my Lord Windlaxifaladrian, the Doctor’s TARDIS!” The sheet was pulled off, and Torm stared at the familiar blue edifice of the police call box that had haunted him for so many years now.
Lord Wind stepped forward, and placed his hand on the TARDIS. “So you have been able to get in? What about the Doctor, why wasn’t he in there?”
“We had no idea that he would be gone--” one of the scientist Time Lords told him. “We were just lucky to get a trace on his TARDIS, thanks to the woman. We just got in there, because of her presence, and have been looking through the interior. Some of the rooms are sealed off, but we believe that we have an idea of its workings. It’s an ancient Type 40, yet not of our making—you can see subtle differences if you go through the nuts and bolts of the features. It supports the theory that this TARDIS--”
“—is not of our universe.” Lord Wind turned to Tormakoff. “So what do you have to say? Would you like to take a look at it now, or would you prefer to admit that you have seen it before?”
Torm stared at Lord Wind. “I would like to take a look at it. I have not seen it before, but I would to take a look at it.”
He went inside, trying not to give away too much of his feelings as he was led room by room through most of the interior. But the console room was the one he was most familiar with—he could still see the Doctor, standing there in his winter clothes, with Felicity dressed in that red pantsuit from Traken. They were gone, though, and the Doctor was stranded somewhere without his TARDIS…a nightmare for any Time Lord to contemplate.
Tormakoff was led out, and then he asked, “What about that woman? The one you mentioned having the ability to open up the TARDIS?”
“You will be taken to her.” The other scientist Time Lord said. “She’s just being examined right now.”
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« Reply #2 on Jun 12, 2009, 7:12pm » | |
Behind her, the three scientists stood, mumbling to each other in front of a computer console. "So, if the essence of the TARDIS is extracted, she'll die. I suppose if we just.. Think of the TARDIS as a battery, that's one way to describe what is going on within her body - and if we continue to think of it as a giant power-cell then there's no reason to assume that we cannot extract the power from her body..." He paused for a moment before adding, "The only question that bodes is if it is whether or not it is extractable... We need to finish testing every method of extraction possible so that we can be prepared in case others try to extract it from us further along." Rose listened intently with her eyes closed, catching what words she could from the hushed conversation behind her. "Yes, yes, but we cannot risk actually extracting it until we finish testing whether or not it can be repeated! If we cannot replicate the results then there is no point in finding out whether or not it can be reversed!" A third cut in, "But for the sake of science there is all the reason in the world to test each aspect until we can reach a conclusion - even if it cannot be replicated!"
"I still think we shouldn't try extracting it until we have exhausted all methods of replication! What if we've missed something, and we end up losing the key to our survival?" The three scientists were hushed by this comment, and Rose had to silently agree. She couldn't help but be a little amused at their dilemma. Time Lords were supposed to be practically immortal - they died again and again, with only a change of the race. It took a very thorough slaying for a Time Lord to not come back, unless they opted not to regenerate. Now, they could die from anything.. A stray bullet. A collision...Rose couldn't help but be a little amused. This must be so terrifying for them. Over the course of two months Rose had managed to overhear snippets of conversation that informed her a little bit about what she was doing there. Originally Rose had been very confrontational, making cheeky observations and comments, but this had done nothing to provoke them into discussion with her. They had given up no information regarding what she was doing there, or what was wrong with them, but over time she had come to realize that something had happened to make them vulnerable... And maybe that's why Rose was being so cooperative with them. During her years in this alternative dimension, she had met and befriended a handful of Time Lords and Ladies that were now most likely just as vulnerable as the ones working behind her. If the tests done here could help save them, then what was the harm in staying where she was..?
The sound of the door opening brought Rose out of her thoughts. She lifted her head to peer at whoever was entering the room, and her eyes were greeted by a very tall, long-haired old man and a younger blonde man, followed by a guard. Rose's heart began to beat nervously as the scientist turned around. "Lord Windlaxifaladrian!" The lead scientist greeted, "Forgive us, we were expecting you a little bit later - none of our scans are up," He snapped his fingers at good old Crazy Eyes to display what information they had gathered. Rose couldn't help but stare at the new additions to the room. She didn't recognize any of them... She could only lay there, staring with confusion written all across her face. "As you can see, the TARDIS and the subject have a similar particle signature, meaning that they are clearly from the same dimension. Unfortunately this doesn't necessarily demonstrate precisely why the TARDIS energy has not let her system. Once we complete our next series of tests we will be able to reintroduce the subject to the ship to try to recreate the circumstances in which she looked into the TARDIS. Her exposure to the energy again might help to establish how it got into her in the first place, and why it is still in there." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Unfortunately, be it that they are both from a different dimension, we may be unable to replicate the results for ourselves."
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« Reply #3 on Jun 13, 2009, 3:42pm » | |
Tormakoff--with Lord Windlaxifaladrian at his side--was led down a corridor, and then brought to a medical laboratory where the Doctor’s companion was laid stretched out on an operating table. As he was brought in, he sensed a strange disturbance…a singing in the mind, very faint, of which he usually associated with TARDISes—and in particular, one unique TARDIS from another dimension.
"Lord Windlaxifaladrian!" The lead scientist greeted. "Forgive us, we were expecting you a little bit later - none of our scans are up." He snapped his fingers at another fellow.
“Yes, I had to come a bit early--and avoid being roped into another discussion of this debacle.” Lord Wind shook his head. “The High Council is waiting, and I do not want to keep them impatient for too long. What news have you, what sort of results have you come up with?”
Torm remained silent, staring back at Rose—who seemed quite nervous, as she sat up and peered across at them. Wearing nothing but a cream uniform, she was paler than before, and her long, blond hair had grown down past her shoulders--but otherwise she seemed fine. How long had she been kept here in Shada? It must have been months, with the way she had changed, and yet the Doctor had not acted completely upset when she wasn’t in his company…a little quieter, a little more disturbed than usual, but not completely grieving.
The lead scientist was talking, "As you can see, the TARDIS and the subject have a similar particle signature, meaning that they are clearly from the same dimension. Unfortunately this doesn't necessarily demonstrate precisely why the TARDIS energy has not let her system. Once we complete our next series of tests we will be able to reintroduce the subject to the ship to try to recreate the circumstances in which she looked into the TARDIS. Her exposure to the energy again might help to establish how it got into her in the first place, and why it is still in there."
Tormakoff blinked. “Whoa—you mean, she actually looked into the Heart of the TARDIS…and lived?” He gasped. “That’s pretty impressive. How long ago did that happen?”
“Umm, awhile ago, judging by the traces.” said the lead scientist. “There were some initial changes to her human body after being introduced to the TARDIS’s energy, but we can’t research the full extent to which her body adapted to the foreign host until we do the procedure.”
“So…if you all do it again…” Torm frowned. “Wouldn’t that hurt her? Or would she be able to cope with it?”
Lord Wind glared at the other Time Lord.
“Ideally, she would be able to cope with it again—as it was and still remains a part of her—but we’re not sure just how powerful this exposure might be. It could overwhelm her system, but that’s just a risk we’re going to have to take.” The scientist hesitated for a moment before adding, "Unfortunately, be it that they are both from a different dimension, we may be unable to replicate the results for ourselves."
“So…this might be all for nothing?” Tormakoff said. “This whole...f-ing ‘charade’ of a science experiment gone horribly wrong--with a girl taken and used for nefarious tests--might just wind up costing her her life, and then benefiting no one as a result?”
In a low whisper, not loud enough to be heard by Rose, Lord Wind hissed, “Tormakoff…”
“We’re f-ing animals!” Torm cried. “This is not a solution!"
The scientists looked at each other, and then at him in stunned silence.
"Are we so f-ing desperate that we might lose all hope, and stoop to such low means of producing any kind of a result--without considering that we’re dealing with another living being who—”
Suddenly Lord Wind grabbed ahold of the collar on Tormakoff’s cloak, and jerked him out of the medical laboratory. "What are you doing?" Lord Wind hissed.
"I'm just...reacting in righteous anger--as any sane Time Lord would do if they were in this situation." Tormakoff looked back towards the doorway of the laboratory.
"Do you know her?" Lord Wind asked.
"What? Do I know her?" Tormakoff gasped. "No--of course I don't know her. It's just...well, she is a living, breathing being. I mean, she is a human, but that doesn't mean we should just treat her like she's nothing."
Lord Wind frowned. "Come back with me to the ship. We have much to discuss."
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« Reply #4 on Jun 24, 2009, 10:31am » | |
The scientific chatter of the doctors carried on, barely reaching Rose's ears as she examined the two new arrivals to the examination room. Lord Windlaxifaladrian... She knew that name - or at least she thought she did. She had first come across it nearly two years ago when she had first entered this alternate universe. Ajax had had a habit of going on and on about Lord Windybags, and Rose had been more than happy to laugh at the expense of the Time Lord President, but now that she was in his presence all of those jokes didn't seem nearly as amusing. This was a man who could crush her if he wanted to. One wrong look or one cheeky human comment and he could make her stay on Shada miserable. A few months ago she might have tried to insult him or distract him through jabbing comments, but things were different now. She had learned that silence was often the best route to avoid pain. Most of her time in her cell she had been stuck alone, thinking, with her eyes closed with nothing to keep her busy but herself. She would sit there and wait for the next examination or the next treatment or the next scan. Sometimes it felt like she was losing her mind - like she had lost herself somewhere along the way. Needless to say, Rose was a very different girl now that she had been kidnapped, and no one was more aware of it than herself. She felt like cattle - subdued into silence... Acting dumb and mute, while her mind was at work - crazily thinking through every contingency. Four years ago she had been the normal human Rose. Three years ago she had been the companion. Last year she had been the seeker.. And now what was she? She supposed that now she had completely accepted her role as a prisoner. She was compliant, submissive, and without hope that she would be found and rescued. After all, what sort of Time Lord could rescue her from Time Lords? The Doctor didn't even know where she was, and even if by some miracle she found him again, would he even still look at her the same way? These thoughts filled her with fear, because she knew that if she were back home on his TARDIS she would probably slowly return to her old carefree and adventurous self, but she couldn't help but worry if these changes within her due to her imprisonment were... permanent.
Rose was so lost in her thoughts that she wasn't really paying close attention to what the scientists were saying. She already knew that there was a possibility that she might not survive their tests - they had revealed it a few weeks ago in quiet mumbles back and forth to each other. Rose had initially swelled with fear and had nearly tried to break free from her constraints, but she knew it was useless. If she broke free, where would she go? She didn't know this building aside from her cell and the lab she was currently in. There was no way to get off the prison planet, and more importantly there were plenty of trigger-happy guards waiting to stop her. Besides... What if she was able to survive and their tests DID end up saving the Time Lords? All of the wonderful people she had met in the past two years would be saved... They would be out of whatever danger they had been placed in, adn they would continue going about their lives. Rose didn't want to imagine a universe where Ajax and Torm and Thalia weren't running around.
The other Time Lord, however, seemed to have a problem with their methods.
“So…this might be all for nothing?” Tormakoff said. “This whole...f-ing ‘charade’ of a science experiment gone horribly wrong--with a girl taken and used for nefarious tests--might just wind up costing her her life, and then benefiting no one as a result?” Rose's eyes shifted from Windy over to him in surprise. He seemed... angry. This was the first time someone had seemed angry on her behalf - or even insulted. Her dark eyes drifted over his features, not recognizing him in the least. He didn't look like a fellow scientist, or even a guard or warrior.. Was he an advisor? An analyst? The tests had been going on for at least a month, and if he was just now learning about it then he wasn't part of the scientific crew that was working on finding a curse within Rose... So who was he and why was he here? She supposed that he might have been one of the Time Agents she had heard so much about from Ajax, but if that were the case, why would he care about whether or not the tests would work? He should care about saving his race, not some human who could be the answer to their prayers.
“We’re f-ing animals!” Torm cried. “This is not a solution!"
The scientists looked at each other, and then at him in stunned silence.
"Are we so f-ing desperate that we might lose all hope, and stoop to such low means of producing any kind of a result--without considering that we’re dealing with another living being who—”
Rose's eyebrows raised as she watched the Time Lord go off on the scientists before Lord Wind grabbed him roughly and dragged him from the room. As they swept out, it felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the laboratory - and even the scientists remained silent. All eyes were on the door that the two had just exited, including Rose's. It seemed as though the scientists were realizing for the first time that this was a real life they were dealing with. Sure she may have been an insignificant creature compared to them, but what gave them the right to perform tests on her like this? Normally such things were outlawed in Gallifreyan laugh because the council firmly believed that mingling with other, primitive races would cause interference in the development of the planet, but.. They had all been justifying their actions in this circumstance because they had all been caught up in fear. They had let their paranoia and desperation drive them to look at her like she was an animal instead of a sentient being. All of the scientists except Dr. Crazy Eyes felt a hint of remorse for their inconsideration, but they knew that they couldn't stop now. Even though she was an intelligent young woman, they had to continue their tests in search of a solution for their newfound mortality.
Rose couldn't help but feel a bit touched at the outraged reaction of the Time Lord that had just left. It was the first time she had been treated like a decent human being since she had arrived on this planet, and it filled her with both gratitude and sorrow. She felt suddenly overwhelmed by emotions that she had managed to bury beneath calm thoughts. Being treated with compassion reminded her of her humanity, and her fragility. It reminded her of all of the things she had missed so much since being kidnapped... She missed calling up Aoife and running around with her - a girl who had turned into the little sister she had always wanted. She missed their random shopping sprees, their girl talk, their short adventures... She missed hearing about Ajax, even though she couldn't work up the courage to see him again after they had all been stuck on that planet together... And she missed the Doctor. She missed having him always there - she missed being able to wrap her arms around him and pull him into a tight hug as though she would never let go. She even missed waking up from her nightmares and having him nearby. She missed him, and she missed what they had become. For a brief month they had been blissfully happy. They had become what they always should have been, and then it had all ended. She knew that he was tormented without her there - she worried that he would turn back into Theta... Fears and worries that she had been able to silence swarmed within her mind like a cloud of locusts. Would the Doctor snap at her disappearance? At her being gone so long? He had survived so long without her, but Rose knew more than anyone just how fragile the Doctor was. The pair had come to rely on each other so much, not just because they were companions or in love, but because they were two of a kind. They were the only ones in this universe who were the same.. They were the only two that didn't belong here - and because of that their closeness was magnified. They were a pair of marauders, dancing across the universe together through space and time - trespassing through the Time Vortex with little regard for the consequences of being where they didn't belong.
Rose's throat tightened as her body filled with pent up emotions. She did her best to remain placid, but the scientists looked up in surprise to see her heart rate accelerating on their computer screens. "What's wrong with her?" They muttered, suddenly being broken from the trance that Torm had left them in by his outburst. They moved into a flurry of motion, milling about the room, pressing buttons, grabbing hand-held scanners to wave over Rose's tense body. After a few moments, Dr. Crazy simply grabbed a sedative and injected it into her arm, slowing her heart and slurring her thoughts. Her worries and fears moved slowly through her mind, and the emotions that would have accompanied them were now rendered dull instead of intense and magnified. The lead scientist chastised Crazy Eyes for a moment for just using a drug to fix the problem instead of finding the cause of it before he announced, "Perhaps this has just been too much excitement for one day... The appearance of Lord Windlaxifaldrian and the... well it was probably too much. Perhaps we should return her to her cell for a relaxation period now that they have both left." The others nodded in agreement and the guard in the room unstrapped Rose.
She moved sluggishly and was unable to function without the guard guiding her movements. They helped her off of the table and slowly led her back to her cell. They moved in complete silence - the guard because he was still busy contemplating Torm's outburst, and Rose because she was unable to think properly. Had she not been sedated, her newfound emotions would have caused her to attempt a break for it, even though she knew it would be a fruitless endeavor. Instead, all she could do was let the guard slowly walk her back to her cell and deposit her on her bed where she folded lifelessly, unable to tense her muscles enough to keep herself upright. The guard shifted uncomfortably at the state of her body and her empty eyes before he quickly left her cell, closing the door behind him and stationing himself outside of it in his usual stance.
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« Reply #5 on Jun 27, 2009, 8:41pm » | |
“This is an outrage!” Lord Windlaxifaladrian insisted--slamming his fork down. “I won’t have it; take it away.”
The server nodded. Grasping the plate, he picked it up from the Lord President’s placemat; he then went down the length of the long table, grabbing Tormakoff’s plate.
The other Time Lord tried to take another bite, fork dangling in the air, but the food was already gone and sailing off through the kitchen door. He sighed, and threw the fork away. “What good is eating ‘the best food in the universe’ if you declare that it is not ‘the best food in the universe’?”
Lord Wind sighed. “On to more pressing matters—Tormakoff, I do believe you are a disgrace to the Time Lord race.”
“What? For what I said back there?” Torm shook his head. “No, that was the real disgrace. I have never been so ashamed in all my life—”
“If you had an ounce of sense, you would have let us continue our experiments without complaint.” Lord Wind told him. “However, you are clearly no longer in possession of your faculties—I hate to say this, but you are no longer a Time Lord.”
“You just love to say that, don’t you?” Tormakoff smiled. “I know you—you just love to take away powers, declare that someone is ‘unfit’, and dump them on their ass in the middle of nowhere.” He frowned. “I know you because I used to fight right next to you. You’d give anything to ensure that all Time Lords are just as obedient as little lap dogs—barking at your command, prancing around until they got a little treat. I used to be like that.”
“Would you have me lock you up here?” Lord Windlaxifaladrian cried. “I don’t understand--you used to be as good as any soldier that ever fought in the Time War.” Lord Wind said. “Maybe that’s why I allowed you to go as far as you did in your disobedience. I trusted that you would return to our side once you had a taste for rebellion, and gotten over that bitterness.”
He stood up, and walked over to the window overlooking the barren rock of Shada. “ But I can see it has only gotten worse with your latest regeneration. I do not understand how you could give up every advantage you ever had.”
“I—had—nothing.” Tormakoff said. “Even when I had two hearts, I had nothing. Nothing but the truth that I was miserable--and going nowhere. So what did I do? I turned to rebelling.” He smiled. “Only on my off-hours, of course. I was still loyal while I was on duty.”
Lord Wind grimaced. “This is not a joke. I will have you arrested on the morrow.” He turned around. “ And perhaps then, you will tell me the truth about ‘the Doctor’.”
Tormakoff sighed and stood up--pushing back his chair as he left the table.
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That night, a guard patrolling the perimeter of Shada was knocked out; he was pulled into a crevice, and then someone emerged wearing the guard’s black uniform--the black-tinted visor pulled down on his helmet. He waved a security pass in front of the main gate and entered, obtaining a prison vehicle to drive down the long rocky road. He passed by row after row of cryogenically frozen prisoners--not even looking at them as he reached the main facility.
He entered by a side door with his security pass; going down several long corridors, he waved at some people, and turned here and there like he knew where he was going. After a few minutes of navigating the hallways, he reached a long block of cells. Only one other guard was present, standing in front of a door.
He went down the hallway, humming to himself. “Booooyyy, what a tough night.” He glanced over at the other guard. “Hey, friend, how’s it going?”
The other guard blinked. “Friend? Who are you, and why--”
He slammed a taser into the other guard, electrocuting him in an instant. The man fell onto the ground, fidgeting, as he went over and pounded on the keypad. “Come on, come on, don’t change on me—”
“Access granted” An electronic voice said, before the door to the cell opened.
He slipped inside, dressed in black from head to foot, though he moved delicately as he looked to the corner where Rose laid spread out on her cot. He went over there and bent down, removing his helmet.
“I’m Luke Skywalker. I’m here to rescue you, princess.” Tormakoff grinned. “Not really, but I’ve always wanted to say that. Can you walk? We need to step outside this cell—not too far, of course.”
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