Last of the Time Lords: London in Flames (OPEN)

[The 11th Doctor]

(OOC:This is the first of a small mini-plot thing I'm doing, going through some really big things in history, like WW2, Egypt, Rome, Greece, the wild West, The American Revolution, so on. featuring...everyone who posts on it.)

The Wanderer raced around his TARDIS, pulling gears and levers. "Yes...yes...divide that by the square root of six..SHOES!!!" He came to a halting stop, grinning madly. He walked to the doors of his TARDIS, a small smirk on his face. He pushed them open, to find one of the worst scenes in human history.


The London Blitz.

German bombers swooped through the air, letting loose their deadly load. Allied guns returned fire from behind mile-long barricades. The stench of death wafted through London. The Wanderer stared for a moment, gazing at the senseless destruction. The grin faded from his face. "Bloody machine, can't work right..." He tuned on his heel, headed for the TARDIS.

He stopped short. Twelve armed soldiers gazed at him, their guns aimed at him. He grinned weakly. "Is there any chance there's something behind me you're all aiming at?"

A soldier pushed his way through the others. He had jet black hair, stone cold eyes, and a look that meant death.

"I am General Colonel William Moore! And you, German filth, are under arrest by the allied Forces."

"Me? A German spy? Oh, no., no, no. I'm just an all-powerful Time Lord who's one of the last of his race, traveling around the universe in a time-traveling tollbooth, which is really a TARDIS, or Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, fighting crime, villainy, and searching for the last of my race, another Time lord called The Doctor, and I was just leaving in said time-traveling-tollbooth, and you...don't believe a word of this, do you?"

The soldiers grabbed him by the arms and started dragging him away. Suddenly, something moved in the shadows. The soldiers grabbed their guns and cocked them.

[The First Doctor]

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen, at ease!" called a voice from the shadows.

The soldiers most certainly did not assume at ease. Their Enfields never wavered as the Colonel called out "Step forward and be recognized."

A figure stepped cautiously into the light, hands half raised. He was a handsome man, with auburn hair and brown eyes, wearing a grey tweed suit and a grey silk tie. Next to him stood an ebony cane, point down and unsupported. He smiled. "Doctor Robin Goodfellow," he identified himself. "Do you need my identification?"

The Colonel nodded in recognition. "No, Doctor. That won't be necessary. What brings you out in the Blitz tonight?"

Goodfellow caught up his cane and seemed to examine the silver head thoughtfully. "No particular reason. I simply felt confined in the shelter, and thought I'd nip out for a breath of fresh air."

The Colonel sighed in exasperation. "Doctor Goodfellow, I simply must insist that you return to your shelter until the bombardment has passed. It is not safe out here -"

"Nonsense," retorted Goodfellow. "The Jerry bombardment is nearly a mile from our location."

"It is not safe out here," Colonel Moore repeated. "The Nazis have used the cover of the bombardment to infiltrate an agent, and he -"

"An agent, you say?" Goodfellow looked intrigued. "Where? Is he hiding behind this ragged figure you seem to have apprehended?"

With infinite patience, Colonel Moore stated "This 'ragged figure' is the enemy agent."

"Oh, yes, I can see that now," Goodfellow responded, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Yes, however could I have missed it? Clearly, he is one of the Waffen-SS."

He held up a hand to forestall the Colonel's words. "Tell me," he said, addressing himself to the Wanderer, "Who are you?"

(OOC: I don't know if it's been mentioned, but this board assumes that after the Time War the Time Lords have lost the ability to recognize other Time Lords automatically.)

[The 11th Doctor]

The Wanderer cocked his head slightly. "It seems I am in your debt. My name is the wanderer, and that is precisely what I do-wander." The Wanderer smirked. He glanced behind him at the soldiers who held his arms. "If you would be so kind..." They released their hold on his arms, and The Wanderer, who stretched his arms, tugged on his gloves and nodded, as if doing a check-up.

[The First Doctor]

"The Wanderer, eh...?" Doctor Goodfellow said, musingly. "You don't say." He looked the stranger up and down. "I heard tell of someone called the Wanderer, years back. Never met him, though."

"Doctor?" Colonel Moore interjected, "I must insist that you return to your shelter. And what do you want us to do with this... wanderer?"

"I suppose you're right, Colonel. I'll go back now. And bring him along. I'll take full responsibility."

The Colonel looked surprised. "You trust him, then?"

Goodfellow laughed. "Trust him? Oh, no. Oh my, no. But anyone wandering around the Blitz wearing polyester needs to have an eye kept on him."

Without bothering to explain that particular remark, Goodfellow turned on his heel and strode off down the street. "Coming?" he called over his shoulder.

[The Fifth Doctor]

All was quiet for the General and Eiytus.
"This is quite dull."
The suddenly sprang up from the plush red chair that he had sat in for the last...5 dae. 3 1/2 hours of Standard Earth Time.
He smiled, "Let's go to the action," and flicked a switch, sending them backwards through time.

The whole room tilted to the left for a few seconds, putting them on a 45 degree angle, the room quickly returned to normal.
Suddenly a red light appeared on the console.
Eiytus was now up from his red chair, and then said,
"I'm assuming the red light isn't good?"
"What red lig- oh, right, no, that's bad, we're going over the speed limit."
"A speed limit, in the Vortex?"
"Well, you know, it's the point where our individual particles start dissapearing, so we'd better get, OUT!" A bang rang out across the TARDIS, they'd hit something, which had propelled them out of the Vortex.
And then there was another.
He knew that sound.

It was the sound of a missile.

Suddenly, all lights went off.

"Going down!"

[The 11th Doctor]

Polyester? How..?

The Wanderer stared after Robing for a moment. He tugged on his gloves, then looked back at the soldiers and Moore.

"Hasta La Vista, Mr. Cold, Dark and Ugly." He saluted Moore, then fixed his gloves again and raced after Robin.

"Mr. Goodfellow. Wait up!"

Coming to a pace with Robin, he paused for a moment then spoke.

"You're a time Lord, aren't you?"

He paused for a moment, then spoke.

"If not, sorry for damaging your poor human psyche."

[The First Doctor]

"Mr. Goodfellow. Wait up!"

He slowed his pace just a trifle, allowing the self-proclaimed Wanderer to catch up.

"You're a time Lord, aren't you?"

He paused for a moment, then spoke.

"If not, sorry for damaging your poor human psyche."

That got a laugh. "I've been called a Time Lord before," he said with a grin. "And yes, you have named me a'right. I am that merry wanderer of the night."

He walked in silence for a moment. "And you? You've got the artron signature of a serious time traveler yourself, but you're not one of the five or so survivors I know by sight."