A Good Man goes to War [Open]

[The Phantom]

"Hello Doctor, I'm the Phantom, though I prefer Maria." She smiled at him. "Just tell me what I should be doing. Besides dropping beams on the headless monks... Or point me towards a megaphone. Anyway the point is I'll do my best."

She took a small pen out of her pocket, holding it firmly in her hand, as she got an idea working in her mind. She ran off to find the Darklord, also known as Alec. After all, everyone needs someone watching their back.

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord struggled to keep a hold of his blade. It wasn't like he was any kind of master swordsman. He generally kept away from blades at this point. Mostly due to his fourth regeneration having to do with being stabbed through both hearts. He finally was able to puncture the Monk's chest, running back.

He nearly ran into the Phantom, who had apparently been looking for him.
"Oh, hello there. Have you ever had Grajamarsahyketrusamitarubagrackaphobia? I'm having it right now." he rambled.

He tossed her his sword.
"Is there something wrong with your Tardis?" he asked.

[The Phantom]

Well she found the Dark Lord, or rather he found her. Either way it worked out, even if they did nearly run into eachother.
"Oh, hello there. Have you ever had Grajamarsahyketrusamitarubagrackaphobia? I'm having it right now."

"No. I don't think I have, though if I knew what that-" She paused so she could catch his sword that he tossed to her. "then I might be able to tell you if I actually had or not."

"Is there something wrong with your Tardis?"[/i][/b] He asked, well it was bound to come up she supposed. After all she did mention her moniter was messing up again.

"Actually yes. It's the monitor, honestly it seems when I manage to fix something without something sparking or exploding..." She explained, as she followed along side him. "Then another thing goes wrong and all screwy... Truth be told if I didn't lose the dang manual..." She muttered the next part. "Or let a crazy alien bug in by accident.... Then I probally wouldn't have had to try and fix it on my own."

[The First Doctor]

One hundred seventeen years and 8700 light years from the events occurring on Demon's Run. The Abbey of Saint Ole-Johan the Instantiator on the planet New Citeaux, in the Chhodan Rift.

"Enter," the Abbot called. He was a man of average height and powerful build. His eyes were blue and sparkled like diamonds, and the plain grey of his habit set off his ebony skin.

The door opened, and one of the brothers - a tall, lean man with auburn hair and brown eyes, dressed in the same plain grey robes - entered. He bowed.

"Please," said the Abbot, "no need to stand on formality here. We are all brothers in the eyes of God, are we not?"

"Thank you, father," the monk said.

The Abbot took a seat, and gestured for the brother to do likewise. "I've been reviewing the work you've been doing on the STERNOPHTHALMOI Project. It's quite remarkable."

The brother colored. "I had a good team to work with."

"Pride goeth before a fall," said the Abbot, chidingly, "but false modesty is an equally great sin. The team you were assigned to was good, but they did not achieve an 8% increase in operational speed until you joined the programming cell seven months ago."

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A ripple in the Vortex expanded outwards from the planet, bringing subtle changes in its path. For the most part, nobody noticed.

On Demon's Run, one hundred and seventeen years in the future of the origin point of the timequake, the Headless Monks began to move and react faster.

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"But, unless my assessment of you is quite incorrect," the Abbot continued, "you didn't request an audience with me to have me sing your praises. How may I be of service."

The monk shifted uncomfortably, and looked embarrassed. "It's... well... I wanted to ask if I might have a few months leave of absence."

The Abbot lifted an eyebrow. "That is most irregular, Brother Coyote."

"I know," the monk answered. "But, well, my sister is with child, and the baby - a girl - is due soon. We have no other family, and the traditions of my homeworld require that a member of the family stand vigil during the birth. Pre-Return animistic superstitions, I'm certain, but it's..."

"Say no more," the Abbot interrupted with a smile. "It is most irregular, but I think I can find it in my heart to allow it. On one condition."

"Name it, father," the monk said, his voice colored with relief.

"Go to the chapel, and light thirteen candles for your niece, and say a Hail Mary after each candle is lit."

The monk gave him a peculiar, puzzled look. "Thirteen candles...?"

The Abbot smiled. "An ancient tradition of my homeworld."

The monk nodded thoughtfully. "...All right. As you wish." He rose, knelt, and kissed the Abbot's ring before leaving.

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Addendum:

The one-man starship of Brother Coyote vanished on its third hyperspace jump. It was never seen again.

[The Master]

One hundred seventeen years and 8700 light years from the events occurring on Demon's Run. The Abbey of Saint Ole-Johan the Instantiator on the planet New Citeaux, in the Chhodan Rift.

Abbot Magnus Saxon watched as Brother Coyote closed the door behind him. He smiled, and this time there was no warmth in the expression.

"By all means, go," he said. "Finish meddling with events. Arrange them to your liking, to the benefit of the army gathered on Demon's Run. But never forget..."

The fingers of his right hand drummed on his desk top.

"You are not the master, here."

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[The 11th Doctor]

"No, no! Blast it all!!" The Wanderer shook his broken sonic at the Monks, who continued marching at him, chanting evilly. The Time Lord backed up fearfully, gazing at the Monks. He glanced at The doctor.

"Hey, hero, do something!!"

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The Alchemist moaned, clutching at the air. Suddenly, he saw three or four beings creeping up behind his friends. Through his fevered haze, he managed to shout.

"Clerics! Behind you...Clerics..Madame Kovarian..."

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The Doctor whirled around, alerted by The Alchemist's warning. He pointed the sonic at them, acting like it was a weapon. "This here is my Sonic Knife!"

A Cleric smirked. "That's not a knife. It's just a screwdriver"

The Clerics looked at The Doctor, then their Officer for a second, squinted, and charged, their guns blazing rapidly. One spoke into a small communication patch in his helmet. "Headquarters, it's the Doctor! I repeat-"

The Doctor sonicked his helmet, causing it to shut down.

"Wrong. It's not a screwdriver. It's a Sonic screwdriver. And screwdrivers are cool"

[Amy's understudy! Not Amy now.]

She had not moved since they had taken Melody away. It had taken every ounce of self control she had not to fight them, not to clutch her daughter to her. But her baby was so tiny. So very fragile and perfect. She could not, that moment, have been saved by force. The slightest collateral damage would have been the end of her.

Melody's scent still lingered on the sheets of her bed where they had lain together. Amy put her hand right over where her perfect little one had been, tears slowly soaking into her pillow.

It took a while for her to realize that something was stirring. There seemed to be an awful lot of boots clumping their way past her room. Her cell. There were other odd sounds as well. She sat up, listening hard, the fall of her hair like sullen embers against all the white around her, the only splash of color in the room.

[The First Doctor]

Demons Run. Today.

In locker room 17A, level 17, Thorax section, the lockers along one wall began to shake. A frantic thumping sound could be heard from the walls, pounding desperately, trying to escape.

BAM

A row of lockers shook.

BAM

Three doors flew open, spilling contents across the floor.

BAM

The row of lockers lept forward, away from the wall.

BAM

There was a crashing sound as something broke through the bulkhead. The lockers tumbled to the ground in a clatter of sheet metal and plastic, spewing clothing and personal effects, as a glowing white object shot out into the room.

It hung in space for a second, spinning and rotating, orienting itself. Then the message cube hurtled through the door and down the halls, a blinding white streak, seeking the nearest Time Lord.

"Urgent message," it pulsed in the lost language of dead Gallifrey. "Urgent message. Urgent message. Urgent message."

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord smiled mischievously.
"It's a sneezing problem." he said.

He was just about to continue fighting when he heard a far-off crash and a strangely familiar humming sound.
"Ok, love," he said to the Phantom, "I think my day just got better."

He heard the sound of an ancient language. A dead language. But it was more than that. It was his language. He flipped up his screwdriver and turned it until it beeped and flashed.
"Gotta go, Phantom." Alec chimed.

Running off, he hurled his sword at an unlucky Cleric, impaling them in the chest, blood spurting out. He vaguely saw the name...Lorna something or other. Oh well.

He burst into a corridor, seeing the message cube zooming towards him. He lifted and clicked his sonic, disabling it's flight capabilities. It fell into his hands.
"Okay, who are you and what did you do?" he said, utterly uselessly.

[The First Doctor]

The psychic identifier tag of the cube was useless, apparently - a chaotic, jumbled mass of fragments of thought, each overlaid on the other until they created the mental equivalent of static. It provided no information whatsoever.

Unless you'd met the owner of the cube, that is. And then it was the unmistakable psychic stamp of the Meddler.

"If you're hearing this," his recorded voice announced, still in the language of dead Gallifrey, "then you should be one of the Time Lords assisting the Doctor with his little war on Demons Run. So here's a present for you: tell the Ordo Sternophthalmoi to sit."

There was a pause.

"That's the headless monks, if you don't recognize the formal name."

[The Second Doctor]

Alec made a harder effort to remember what the random and jumbled physic thoughts meant. He recognized it finally, drawing on his memory. He was reminded of a trip to London, meeting two other Timelords... The Doctor and the... Meddler. Ah, yes.

He ran into the main auditorium, where the battle which had commenced kept on. He pulled his gun out and fired a few shots randomly in the enemy's general direction. Running into his Tardis, he lifted up the cube.
"Emergency protocol 15, position of sender, please." he demanded.

"I want to know," he said, "Where the Meddler is."

The Dark Lord was counting on the possibility that the Meddler had recorded where he was, which was slim. But if he could find him...

[The First Doctor]

The Vortex. Destination: Demons Run. ETA: 3 hours, 47 minutes, 18 seconds, relative time.

Whistling a jaunty tune, the Meddler was hunting through his wardrobe when the initial contact chime sounded. He looked up from a shelf of boots, a puzzled expression on his face.

"Now, who could that be?" he asked out loud.

The TARDIS, as was her wont, didn't answer. Instead, the contact chime sounded again. Intrigued - and, to be perfectly honest, a little concerned - he half jogged, half slid down the stairs and headed for the door.

The contact chime sounded again as he emerged into the long, hexagonal stone hallway. "Hold your horses!" he called irritably, "I'm coming!"

There were three more chimes by the time he entered the control room, and he snarled and muttered under his breath with each one. "A century," he grumbled. "I spent a century making you unfindable, and now I'm rushing to answer the bloody phone..."

Standing in front of the communications panel, he didn't respond right away. "Let's see," he mumbled, carefully calibrating dials, "where is this coming from...? Ah!"

That made sense. It was being heterodyned along the control beam of the communications cube he'd left on Demons Run. So it probably meant that one of the surviving Time Lords had it.

Probably. But that didn't necessarily mean anything pleasant. He'd heard rumors that both the Master and the Mentalist had survived the War, after all.

He allowed the communications beam to pass through a narrow slit in the TARDIS' defensive screens, an aperture she would be able to slam shut in femtoseconds. "Hello," he said. "Did you get my present?"

[The Fifth Doctor]

The Time Vortex
Why is getting to this place so much trouble?
The General looked around his TARDIS, slammed his fist against the console, starting the TARDIS up again.
Mental Note: NEVER change the desktop theme again.
By a chance of 1:1000000, the button that the General had slammed had swung around the TARDIS, which was now heading towards

Demon's Run

Rory Williams slumped against the steely grey wall, looking at the canary yellow writing opposite him.

Level 06

Level 06.
The level below Amy Pond.
His wife.
The level below his child.

He had to keep going, or his heart would probably snap in two.

In fact, there was no probably's about it.

[Amy's understudy! Not Amy now.]

The chaos grew, distant but persistent. Something was going down, and she didn't have a clue what it was. Any upset, though, might bring chances to her. She had to be ready. She thrust herself from the cot and went to the little sink to splash water on her face again and again. Then she braced her extended arms on the rim, chin up, face dripping. Get a hold of yourself, Pond. You are a superhero. You are a mother, she thought to herself.

Unable to do anything about what was going on outside her cell, she rustled around within it, trying to get herself ready for anything.

If the one eyed woman didn't have Melody somewhere safe right now, she was going to rip off her eye patch, reach in with a finger to hook some brains, and yank them right out of that empty eye socket. She would do it no matter what she found behind that eye patch.

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord's voice broke through clear as day.
"Meddler, this is Alec Harrison. Please tell me we've met in your timeline." he answered.

He dug his hands into his coat pockets. A smirk came to to his face, and he opened up his camera so that his face was visible.
"Do you have a sonic screwdriver?" he asked.