A Good Man goes to War [Open]

[The First Doctor]

"Alec..." the Meddler echoed, drumming his fingers on the console. "Alec..."

Recognition dawned. "The same Alec that was involved in helping Adiago and I put the Earth back? Yeah, I remember you. You're on Demons Run?"

The view in the monitor focused on Alec's face. "Do you have a sonic screwdriver?" he asked.

The Meddler's expression became slightly confused. "Yeah, of course. In the tool box somewhere, probably next to the logic probes or the Mandelbrot sockets." He waved a hand. "Surely, if you're on Demons Run, you've got more things to worry about than my tool box? Did you tell the monks to sit, yet?"

[The Second Doctor]

The Meddler chanted his name, trying to remember him.

"The same Alec that was involved in helping Adiago and I put the Earth back? Yeah, I remember you. You're on Demons Run?"

"What? Oh no, this is Alec from the Galifreyan IRS, your message cube got here by accident."

He waited for a response.
"Yes, the same Alec. How is Adagio anyways?" he asked.

The Dark Lord rattled off his question.
"Yeah, of course. In the tool box somewhere, probably next to the logic probes or the Mandelbrot sockets." He waved a hand. "Surely, if you're on Demons Run, you've got more things to worry about than my tool box? Did you tell the monks to sit, yet?"

"Mandelbrots? You should move it, the radiation messes with the tip. A lot." he said.

He thought for a second.
"The heck? I'm going to need you to explain um, why."

[The First Doctor]

"What? Oh no, this is Alec from the Galifreyan IRS, your message cube got here by accident."

"Ah," replied the Meddler. "Well, then. I seem to be experiencing some static, here. Could you repeat that?"

He cut the signal, waited 30 relative seconds, then reconnected and grinned at monitor. "Yes, the same Alec. How is Adagio anyways?"

"A little shaken up. Understandable, really. The first existemporal crisis is always the worst, and that particular one was a fairly spectacular example. I figure I'll stop by again in a week or so, her time, and see how she's doing."

The Meddler asked about the sonic screwdriver and the monks, and waited for his answer. "Mandelbrots? You should move it, the radiation messes with the tip. A lot," was Alec's response. Then he stopped to think. "The heck? I'm going to need you to explain um, why."

He slapped his hand over his face and shut his eyes. "Alec," he said through gritted teeth, "I went to a lot of work to set that up. I spent a year helping code the software for the monks - made them a little more efficient in processing and reaction time, I'm afraid, but I put a back door in them as well. If you tell them to sit" - and he said that lone word in Gallifreyan - "it shuts them down. And it triggers a shutdown signal to any other monk within network range."

He slid his hand away from his face and opened his eyes. "It was supposed to be dramatic," he lamented. "Someone gets the cube, says sit, and they all shut down. Honestly. Doesn't anyone else have a flair for showmanship?"

[The 11th Doctor]

The Doctor whirled around, sonicking this and that, hoping to destroy something useful. Once or twice, a Cleric with too many cybernetic implants crumpled to the ground, or a gun to shut down. But most of them were sonic proof, and had reinforced metal. The sound of thumping boots alerted the Doctor to a new batch of Clerics coming at him. He sonicked the door, causing it to slide shut.

Even so, there were still twenty, thirty Clerics in the hall he and his allies were defending. But they couldn't give up. He had to give Rory time to find Amy. And there was the matter of their all-powerful Time-and-Space travel machines, fueled by the raw energy of the universe itself. The Doctor twisted, avoiding a Cleric who was blasting at him with a large Sontaran rifle.

"That is..rather large." The Cleric fired, a blue beam shooting from it's tip. The Doctor ducked, narrowly escaping the beam. It nearly dismembered the Doctor's head. It vaporized his fez, turning it into a pile of smoldering ashes. The wielder of the rifle, a thin, weedy human man in his early thirties, grinned. "Let's see your little screwdriver fix that, Doctor."

The Doctor frowned. "Hey, I liked that fez. And for the last time, it's a sonic screwdriver. And nobody disses the sonic." The Doctor raised the Sonic, and without further ado, sonicked the ground beneath their feet.

"Humans. You use bolts and screws on everything. Like, say...the central sewage pipes for Demon's Run station? Hmm. A sonic screwdriver could undo those nicely."

The Clerics eyes widened as they got his meaning. Some gagged. Others, realizing too late, made a run for it. The Doctor stepped backwards, sonicking the door between them, closing it. As the sound of flowing liquid came from behind the door, the Doctor grabbed an intercom radio on the wall.

"Hello. This is the Doctor speaking. Amy, if you can hear this, sit tight, I'm coming to get you. And to all Clerics...there's a sewage problem on level 3. A nasty one. Don't ever diss the sonic."

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord listened to the Meddler closely as the Doctor took care of the clerics in another room.

"Good job Doctor, but there's about a hundred more. Plus the monks. Oh, that reminds me."

He stuck his head out the door.
"Sit!" he yelled.

The Headless fell to the ground, now all physically unstable. He jumped back to the screen.
"Nice one Robyn," he said, remembering his fake identity.

[The First Doctor]

"Thanks," the Meddler answered. "Hang on a minute. I've gotta get ready." With that, he cut the communications channel.

---

Demons Run primary control hub.
The present.

The command and control staff were in a frenzy, desperately trying to lock down the station and prevent the attackers from advancing any further into the station. They'd been prepared - they thought - for the Bringer of Darkness. They were confident they knew his strategies. They knew, from ancient records of Old Earth and elsewhere, that he might not be alone. That he might have companions, a select few from other times and spaces, aides and slaves.

They hadn't expected an army.

They hadn't expected the Headless Monks to be taken out with a word, either.

"Get them back on line!" the Officer of the Day shouted. "Get them back on line, now!"

Technical specialists worked their consoles, trying to determine what had happened.

And then they heard it. A faint whirring, grinding sound. A sound all of them had been trained to recognize. The sound of the Evergreen Man's cabinet. Shaking, half of the technicians drew sidearms and looked around.

Nothing. No blue box.

Mist began to flood the room, accompanied by a sound like a slow, mechanical breathing. Blue light strobed around, striking each member of the crew. They all stopped dead in their tracks, unmoving. Unblinking. Unbreathing.

Locked in time, unaware of its passage.

A figure emerged from one of the chairs, dressed all in black. Black leather jumpsut. Black leather boots. Black leather gloves. A black helmet, with a black faceplate. It looked slowly around the room, then crossed to one of the consoles.

"I've always wanted to do this," it said.

---

All over Demons Run, there was a burst of static from the audio and video displays. It resolved into a head and shoulders image of the figure in black. It touched something, something not visible on screen, and a techno beat began to fill the air.

"Greetings, Anglicans," the figure said in a voice like the love child of Darth Vader and a Dalek. "All your base are belong to us, now."

It paused, allowing the music to play. Another flip of a switch offscreen, and actinic beams of coherent light lanced out from the six axes of the starbase, connecting in the main hanger beneath the primary control hub.

"Those beams, if you're wondering," the figure announced, "are the anchoring beams of gravatic tractors. With the flick of a switch, I can reduce this base and everyone in it to a naked singularity."

It paused.

"I am now accepting surrender, from those that wish to do so."

The music changed as the figure waited.

[Amy's understudy! Not Amy now.]

"Hello. This is the Doctor speaking. Amy, if you can hear this, sit tight, I'm coming to get you. And to all Clerics...there's a sewage problem on level 3. A nasty one. Don't ever diss the sonic." Came the Doctor's brazen voice over the intercom.

She let out a wild shriek, leaping to her feet and throwing a fist in the air.

"Hello Doctor!" She called out to the empty room, her faith in her Doctor proven right. Again. As for Rory, she needed no faith. Rory was a proven fact. Rory simply was and ever shall be, though some part of her did not know how to face him without their baby in her arms. Melody had gone missing on her watch.

Amy started to pace, stopped, tore off the stupid paper shoes, and paced some more, listening to the sounds of battle all around her.

[The Second Doctor]

Alec heard the Meddler doing his part.
"Aww, man, I'm going to need to borrow your iTunes." he said in response.

His hand subconciously dropped to his pocket, which held an iPhone somwhere around fifty-seven. Though easily distracted, he was pulled back to Demon's Run as the Meddler kept talking.

"I am now accepting surrender, from those that wish to do so."

"Okay, I'll take half, and incinerate most of them, through a few into space, and force the rest to watch re-runs from my now-dead younger sister's favorite shows. You can do what you like with the other half." he proposed.

He cracked his neck, turning it to the side.
"What? I haven't had the priviledge of genocide since... a few hundred years."

His foot tapped (seemingly impatient but in reality to the music,) waiting for the Meddler to answer him.

[The 11th Doctor]

The Doctor dashed to his TARDIS. A minute or so later, he darted back out, a new, squeaky-clean fez. Suddenly, a voice came over the intercom.

"Greetings, Anglicans, All your base are belong to us, now. Those beams, if you're wondering, are the anchoring beams of gravatic tractors. With the flick of a switch, I can reduce this base and everyone in it to a naked singularity."


The Doctor stood there for a second, then grabbed the intercom.

"Hello, Mr. Scary-voice. You sound like Darth Vader. Star Wars. Nice movie by the way. Based on a true story, by the way. So. Automatic surrender, naked singularity. Nice. Need to work on your monologue, though. Anyways, surrender. If you came here to help, nice for you. If not, well...I just drowned thirteen Clerics in their own sewage. Don't. Touch. the. Fez. Fezzes are cool. I'll be seeing you, Mr. Scary -voice. bring jammie dodgers. And a fez. Bye."

The doctor slid into one of the many inter-level teleporters that were dotted through the station. the teleporter hummed, beeped, and then came to a complete stop.

"Of course. They cut off all electricity. Oh, well looks like I'm hogging it, unless I want to be strangled by the raw vacuum of space."

The Doctor darted past his TARDIS, deadlocking it in case the Clerics did something stupid, like open the windows. Which, since they, humans being humans, had made the questionable decision of having windows on an asteroid, most certainly would.

[The Second Doctor]

The Dark Lord made a mental note to destroy the Doctor's fez in the most humiliating way he possibly could.
"Doctor, do us all a favor, and shut up."

He doubled back to his Tardis and ran to the console. He hit a button and the exterior of his war-type became it's true form: a cross between a large cannon and a jet. It was drastically larger than than wardrobe it had been, nearly filling up the room.

Hitting a few buttons, random clerics were fried.
"Meddler, I have a challenge for you. I bet I can kill more clerics than you." he said with an evil grin.

[The First Doctor]

Across Demons Run, the Anglican Marines began to drop their weapons.

The Bringer of Darkness had won this round.

---

Inside his helmet, the Meddler chuckled without humor. "Kill them? Alec, why would we do that? My hands are steeped in blood enough - I've no need to stain them further."

He sighed. "Their lives are short enough. Let them live."

[The Phantom]

"Gotta go Phantom." Alec chimed before he ran off towards the crash.

"I prefer Maria..." The Phantom muttered to no one in particular before running off, in search of a surveillance room.

---

Finally in the surveillance roon

"Alright, let's see intercom, intercom. Where the heck is the dang intercom!" The Phantom scanned the computer console for the intercom button. "Just my luck... I have no idea how to use this." She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and index finger.

Grabbing the wheely computer chair, she rolled it over and sat down in it. Looking over the several images on the screens she could figure out which camera covered which area. The Phantom grinned as she watched the Headless Monks fall straight to the floor. It seemed that the Doctor's army had won.

Accidently leaning on the console, she pressed a button that turned out the lights through out Demons Run. "Dangit!" The Phantom quickly tried to press that same button to turn the lights back on, managing to turn on the intercom in the process. When lights finally came back on, she sighed and pressed the palm of her hand to her forehead. "No more pressing buttons... Could've been worse."

"Now what to do?..." She asked herself, not realizing that the intercom was on.

[Amy's understudy! Not Amy now.]

The lights went out. The hue and cry of complaint was universal she enough that she could hear it even through the walls of her cell, that she bet all the lights were out. Her cell was pitch black. Well, there was a tiny little dot of light that indicated it was safe to go into the bathroom, but that was it.

Amy sat down, suddenly in a cold sweat. If it had just been herself, or even her, Rory, and the Doctor, she would not be afraid. But somewhere, out there, Melody was alone in the dark. For the first time since she'd met the Doctor, there was something more important than the Adventure, though thank the Gods Rory had never asked her to choose. Now, all she could think of was her daughter and grind her teeth with the pain of not knowing.

"You're mum is righ' here. You're mum is righ' here, my wee bunny." She lied softly to no one in the dark.

She whooped in triumph when the lights came back on moments later, and she laughed at what she heard. Marie! Amy knew that voice, and was charmed but not surprised to hear her sounding so lost. Well, she'd found her way to Amy's hell. The more the merrier.

[Flynn Delta]

After the battle with the Monks outside Flynn
had retreated to find something a little more "battle appropriate" let's say and something a bit more effective then A hunting rifle.

"These should do nicely" says with a smile as puts on his selected gear and loads his selected gun

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He runs out of the of his TARDIS to catch up with the others.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" runs back inside and grabs his Sonic Scalpel then proceeds inside

[The Fifth Doctor]

What had that man said, just press the button?
He did just that, surprised at the glowing, purpley blade which popped out.
It cut through quickly.
And he was relieved, and so very happy, to see the beautiful Amy Pond.
But not their daughter.
He was now in a state of nothing, the sadness cancelling out the happiness.
He didn't cry.
Or even pull an upside down smile.
He just wanted to get him or her back, and kill however did it.
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He clambered out of his state, he could never get the baby back like this.
But why?
Why would someone do this?