A Good Man goes to War [Open]

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord's Tardis materialized on Demon's Run, in the form of white, sleek, space-age wardrobe. Stepping out, he saw he was in a building, and from the way the gravity held him, he was either on a large asteroid or a small moon.

Instead of calling out, he retrieved a bullhorn from his Tardis and sonic'd it, connecting it to all the building's speakers.
"What's going on?" he said into it.

[The 11th Doctor]

The Doctor's TARDIS landed on Demon's Run. He ran around the TARDIS, pulling levers and pressing buttons. He came to a sudden stop. "Well, time to see what my army's up to."
The Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, adjusting his bow-tie. He froze as he witnessed the scene before him. Three or four Headless Monks were marching towards a group of people, one of who was unconscious. He knew them. The Wanderer. The Professor. The Dark Lord. Flynn. The Alchemist. K-9. And there were others. many, many others.

The Doctor felt something deep within him. It was joy, mixed with a faint sadness. These were his friends. Some were not his friends. But they had all come running to help him The Doctor. and he was leading them into a warzone. He shook of the faint feeling of regret, and pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver. "Geronimo!"

[The 11th Doctor]

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[The First Doctor]

A hundred years and 4500 light years from the events taking place on Demon's Run. The planet Pistus Sophia, the Sophia Cluster.

Theresa Anastasia Mahira stared in awe at the gigantic cathedral of Saint Sophia the Deliverer, towering nearly a kilometer overhead. The twin suns, one swollen and red, the other small and fiercely blue-white, burned in a clear black sky, striking a rainbow of colors from the mica-flecked marble of the walls.

In that moment, at the tender age of six, she determined that she would become a priest when she was old enough.

Her father caught her hand. "Come along, dear," he said. "Don't get lost now."

The three of them, Theresa and her two fathers, made their way through the thick crowds filling the polished marble stairs. Each step was nearly ten meters across, engraved with one of the holy deeds of the saint. Penitents knelt at each carving, banging their heads twice on the hard stone before praying for intercession for a sin related to one of the deeds. It was moving, deeply moving, but also made climbing the stairs even harder.

Ahead, a monk in the grey robes of a mendicant Cistercian tripped and struck the steps. Hard. The crowds passed around him, but continually jostled him, knocking him back to the ground over and over as he struggled to rise.

Theresa struggled from her father's grip, and pushed through the crowd to the monk's side. "Are you all right?" she asked, then gasped at the sight of blood streaming down his face and matting his auburn hair. "You're hurt! I'll help you! My daddy's a doctor!"

"Thank you," the monk said weakly. She tugged at his shoulder, trying to help him rise. "Daddy! Dad! Help him!" she begged as her parents drew close.

Together, the three of them got the monk to his feet and to the side of the stairs. "It's just a scalp abrasion," Theresa's daddy reported. He sprayed something on the injury, causing the monk to hiss and flinch. "That should take care of it."

"Thank you," the monk said again. He smiled. "That's quite a little girl you've got there. She rushed to help me when nobody else would have."

Her parents smiled, and shook their heads. "Don't mention it," one of them said. Then he turned to his daughter. "But you should have been more careful. You could have gotten hurt."

"But," she said, lip quivering, "but, he could have been really hurt. And nobody was helping him. And he needed someone."

"It's what Saint Sophia would have done, had she been here now," the Monk said.

The three fell silent and crossed themselves at his words. "You're... that's right," her father said.

"Of course I am," said the monk, a twinkle in his brown eyes. "Now, since you've helped me, let me do something to help you. What's your name, little girl?"

"Theresa Anastasia Mahira," she said.

"A fine name. A very fine name," the monk said. He reached into the neck of his robe, and withdrew a pendant of glass and gold, hanging from a fine gold chain. "This if for you," he said, hanging it around her neck. "It holds a relic, a tiny piece of the fingerbone of Saint Rowan of Canterbury. Keep it with you, and it will keep you safe."

Theresa gasped and looked at her fathers, who were speechless. Before they could recover themselves, the monk held up his hand. "No, no, I won't hear of it. I gave it to young Theresa, and I won't have it back. I'll hurl it from the stairs if you try."

"Well," her daddy gasped, "if you insist... but... we have nothing we can..."

The monk smiled. "If you feel you must, there are two things you can do for me."

"What?"

"First," he said, dropping to one knee in front of Theresa, "remember me. Maybe I'll come and visit you one day, when you're the Pope."

She giggled.

"Second, light a candle for my friend."

"Who is he?"

"He's a Doctor, and he's been called to go to war. Pray that he finds his way safely through."

With that, the monk rose. Within a matter of minutes, he was lost in the crowd.

"Pope Theresa, eh?" her daddy said, lifting her into his arms.

"Daddy!" she squealed happily, "You're silly!"

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord spotted a blue police box.
"Finally Doctor, what took you so long?"
He grabbed a sword and charged a monk.

[Flynn Delta]

Flynn saw the monks and ran back into his TARDIS and grabbed his trusty hunting rifle, then runs back out and starts shooting monks.

[K-9]

The monks came and K-9 retracted his laser nose and took aim. These were the enemy, the enemy of his master the Doctor. This was what he K-9 assumed that he had been summoned for; to help take down a powerful enemy for a greater cause.

With his nose aimed, charged, and ready he sent a double blast of blazingly bright shot of red laser-light directly at the chest of one of the headless monks. It hit with no problems but it seemed two monks took its place. Marching forth from the various corridors that the area provided.

[The Second Doctor]

Alec, blocking and striking attacks from a monk, noticed a silver blur in the corner of his eye. It blasted a monk, who promptly went down. Ah, someone had his back. Making an arc with his sword, he downed one monk and took on another. Fluid motion after fluid motion downed another.

A scrath on his arm drew a little blood, but he didn't care.

[The First Doctor]

Demon's Run, 87 years previously.

Construction on the fortress was on schedule and slightly under budget, and the Papacy was ecstatic over both bits of news. The gross construction - the hull, power plants, conduit and life support and transit lines, and so forth - were already complete. Now it was just a matter of finishing the fine details.

Another two years would see it complete. Then the Ordos Templar and Hospitalar - commonly known as the "Anglican Marines" - could begin training to find and to kill the single most dangerous being in the universe.

The Lonely God.

The Bringer of Darkness.

The Evergreen Man.

The Doctor.

All of them, names to terrify children. Names hiding the multitudes of forms worn by an entity that destroyed empires, that left chaos and death in his wake.

Everyone aboard the partially-completed star fortress knew this. All of them were committed to ensuring the safety of their loved ones, should the Old One turn his eyes upon them.

Observe them at their work. One man, an auburn haired man with a scabbed-over wound on his forehead, pushes through the twisting gravity fields of the incomplete corridors. At six specific locations he pauses to wire a small device into the hull. The device is identical each time - a small grey hexagon with a luminous white center - and the care he takes denotes the importance of his task. He does not rest, even though he must cross and recross the station to install each one.

His work done, he approaches his locker. He pauses, then removes a small, crystalline cube from his pocket and tucks it away in the insulation behind the wall panels. Then, looking to see he is alone, he steps into the locker.

He does not emerge again.

[The Phantom]

((Hope it's ok if I join in.))

The Phantom was trying to get her monitor to start working again. It seemed to her that everytime she managed to fix something in her TARDIS a completely different thing would break. Just as she was about to turn on the monitor, her ship jerked. As it hooked onto a transmission, leading her to Demon's Run. Just as soon as the TARDIS started shaking, it stopped. More like it had landed and stabalized.

"Now where did you take me?" she asked quietly before noticing that the monitor still wasn't working. She sighed in slight defeat before turning towards the door and walking over to it. She opened the door to her TARDIS and peeked her head outside. Noticing the other TARDIS's around she looked towards their owners. "Can one of you please tell me what's going on? My monitor is going bonkers again..."

[The Second Doctor]

Alec stuck his sword in the chest of a monk.
"Can you keep that for me?" he said, turning.

He ran towards yet another Tardis, where, low and behold, a kid came out.
"Who the heck are you? Last time I checked the Doctor doesn't invite children to fight in wars."

[The Phantom]

She sighed and gave the man a look of annoyance for the 'kid' comment. She stepped out from behind her TARDIS's doors and locked it, pocketed the key in her jean pocket. Walking towards him, she looked up at his face.

"For your information... I am 197 years old, I am not a child, yes I know I'm short," She informed him in a defiant manner. "And I am known as the Phantom. Also the reason I'm here is cause my TARDIS took me here... Is that good enough for you?"

The Phantom looked him in the eyes as she talked. Her eyes flickered to behind him, noticing something swinging towards him.

Grabbing his arm she pulled him down with her so he would avoid the attack, as she exclaimed. "Duck!"

[The Second Doctor]

"For your information... I am 197 years old, I am not a child, yes I know I'm short,"

Alec raised an eyebrow. He had a few questions, but now was not the time.
"Oh, well that's different," he said sarcastically, "Is that rehearsed?" he asked.

"And I am known as the Phantom. Also the reason I'm here is cause-"

He took the liberty of stopping her. Both of the Timelords stared at each other, Alec's golden eyes locked like a jammed lift.
"You do know I don't actually care, right? If it was up to me-" he heard a strange swooshing sound as she pulled him down.

"Um, thanks?" he said quickly.
He spun on his heel and ran back to where his sword was, lifting it up and fighting again.

[The Phantom]

"Your welcome, now could someone please tell me what's going on?" She asked as she looked at the situation around them.

[The 11th Doctor]

"Hello there. I'll explain that for you." The doctor smiled. "I'm The doctor. I'm a Time Lord. From Gallifrey. And from your TARDIS, you probably are too. This is Demon's Run. The Battle of Demon's Run, to be precise. I've raised an army to help free my friend. The clerics abducted her. and-"

The Doctor paused, sonicked a beam above their heads, which promptly fell on an approaching Monk.

"-we get do that."