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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 15, 2011 17:22:20 GMT -5
Earth, London,1896
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The Doctor's TARDIS came to a hard stop. He grinned, and adjuster his bow-tie, fixed his fez. The TARDIS trembled slightly, and the Doctor frowned.
"We'd better hurry. Whatever the Daleks did, it'll probably affect Earth in 1896 too. The fact that it still even exists is a stretch."
The Doctor stepped outside of his TARDIS. sniffed the air, and grinned. but slowly, his smile faded. Instead of a peaceful 1896 morning, with one or two Londoners walking the streets quietly, a horrible sight awaited him.
A Dalek warship hovered in Earth's atmosphere, it's deadly presence filling the sky.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 19, 2011 12:53:15 GMT -5
Like everyone else Jenny had been thrown about. She felt sore after being thrown over the railing of the TARDIS’s main control area. Unlike the other Time Lords, she didn’t heal as quickly as them. She felt that it was a shame really.
Jenny had decided long ago that Alec was short on brain cells and it wasn’t worth the time to respond to him so she didn’t or the rest of the time she had the misfortune to be in his company. She had felt relieved when he had gone and even more relieved when his voice was gone as well. His endless prattling of useless and tasteless insults, more than half of which really made no sense, had gotten old pretty quickly. He also seemed to be completely clueless when she had stopped playing his pointless game. There were more important things to worry about and do.
When the Doctor said Geronimo Jenny grabbed a hold of the first thing she could to keep from flying or falling about. Jenny was quickly becoming convinced that her father desperately needed flying lessons.
Jenny followed her father out of the TARDIS and closed the door behind her and her eyes widened as they caught sight of the warship above them. Almost immediately Jenny started to take mental stock of what weapons and what items she had. Items that could be used as a weapon and could help protect them and defeat any Daleks encountered.
She had her smaller sidearm and a knife, ‘Useless,’ she thought; she had the strange wrist-held energy weapon that she had found with Tess, ‘potentially useful,’ and it suddenly occurred to her what those rings were and exactly how to use them thanks to her dad’s memories, ‘but also useless,’ she thought, the very memories that she was trying to shove brutally behind a mental brick wall because frankly she didn’t want to know every sorted detail of his entire life. “So how are we going to take them out?”
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 20, 2011 1:18:31 GMT -5
Amy was surprised when Jenny didn't brace herself quite well enough and got tossed about. the girl was going to have some impressive bruises, if Galifreyans did that. Hadn't she traveled in a TARDIS before? It was a lot like windsurfing in a storm. She gave a quick glance to see if Jenny was getting to her feet well enough. She looked a little wobbly, but on the move, probably having taken her fall pretty well, being the graceful little bit that she was. Amy ran out after the Doctor, anxious to see what the gloom an doom may be outside.
She stood beside him, staring at the sky. There was a giant hunk of spaceship hanging up there absolute contrast to the nearly medieval London that painted the rest of the world around her. Eyes wide, she took a step closer to the Doctor, a slight grimace of worry on her face. It was so big, she couldn't quite guess the size of it, and it just oozed malevolence.
“So how are we going to take them out?” Asked the mini blond as she came up beside them, sounding neither mini nor blond. She was glad Jenny was traveling with she and the Doctor. It looked like this could get a bit sticky. Not only was the Doctor's daughter fun to hang with, she was also good to have at your back.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 20, 2011 14:31:33 GMT -5
The Doctor gazed at the ship, his face a mix of expressions. Hate. Fear. Rage. Amy and Jenny were on one side of him. He barely paid attention to them until Jenny asked "So how are we going to take them out?"
His gaze moved from the Dalek ship to Jenny.
"Take them out? No, no. I'm the thing they want. If we go barging onto a Dalek warship, we're dead the second we step out of the TARDIS. If we even want to stop them, we're going to die. But when I sneak aboard a Dalek warship and destroy the progenitor, you will be safe inside the TARDIS."
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Post by Jenny on Jul 21, 2011 23:21:15 GMT -5
Jenny continued to look up at the hulking space craft. She didn’t like the looks of it one bit but she liked what her father was saying even less.
“Wait? What?” Jenny was not about to let her father go sneaking aboard and alien space craft without her and she certainly wasn’t going to sit by and hideaway in her father’s TARDIS like a scared little kid. She was also not about to let her own personal progenitor out of her sight if she could help it.
“What do you mean by you? You don’t think I’m gonna let you go up there by yourself do you?” She said sternly. Glancing at Amy, “Is he always like this?” She asked curiously.
“So then,” Jenny said redirecting her questions at the Doctor, “Any plans as to how we are going to get up there to destroy their progenitor?” She would have suggested her time rings but she was afraid of landing them on top of the ship instead of in it. Her accuracy and the use of the things had a lot to be desired. She hand ended up in all sorts of weird, odd, and unusual places; closets, bathrooms, and walk-in freezer, and even a sewer.
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Post by The First Doctor on Jul 23, 2011 11:58:06 GMT -5
Earth, London, 1896.
The Doctor strolled along the banks of the Thames, enjoying the brisk feel of the unseasonably warm January winds. In the course of his travels, he had developed an (unseemly, from the hide-bound perspective of the Time Lords) affection for this earth, this realm, this England.
That affection was nothing he could explain, certainly. Particularly at this point in their development they were dirty, savage, stupid creatures. But they seemed to have such potential, such a spark of greatness, that it was hard not to love them. Flaws and all.
He wasn't so sure Susan agreed. But she was young, and willing to humor the only family she had left. And it wasn't as if he could steer the TARDIS well enough to inflict this world on her on a regular basis, and so she seemed to tolerate his quirks and idiosyncrasies with affection and with good humor.
He was a little frustrated, but making the best of it. If he just waited a year and a half, he would be able to observe Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee Of course, he had intended to arrive in 1866, to take part in the founding of The Aeronautical Society of Great Britain. To witness first hand the enthusiasms of a species dreaming of and working towards a goal that their finest scientists told them was impossible.
Maybe that was why he loved them so much. Their reach far exceeded their grasp, and their inevitable failures just drove them to strive harder. To reach heaven, or at least to make one of their own.
He turned to remark upon that very thing to his granddaughter, and found she had wandered off. "Foolish slip of a girl," he muttered, not unkindly. He knew she was capable of taking care of herself, but he worried so about her. She was all that was left to him of his own daughter, all that was left to him of his entire family if the truth were to be told, that caused him to shelter her more than he should.
He stopped walking, and cast about for her. No sign of the girl, anywhere. He was about to retrace his steps, when he noticed what everyone else was doing.
They were staring up, muttering and talking, fearfully and excitedly. Shading his eyes, he joined them.
Hanging in the sky was an enormous saucer, nearly a mile in diameter, if he were any judge. And he was, of course.
"Well," he remarked to nobody in particular. "That shouldn't be here. I wonder whose it is?"
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 23, 2011 12:19:48 GMT -5
It was gratifying on many levels watching Jenny dig in to the Doctor. The girl's short tirade was even more pointed than her own would have been, and it was interesting to watch father and daughter clash. It almost would have been worth a chuckle if she didn't suspect the Doctor thought they were all going to die. Amy had noted the pattern, when things were at their very worst, the Doctor made his plans as a solo operator. She frowned with worry at him.
“Is he always like this?” Jenny asked her.
"No. The Doctor is only like this when he's got time to see it coming."
There was a look on the Doctor's face she'd only seen a few times. An impure rage. Rage twisted by hate. The Doctor rarely hated, and it did not suit the clean lines of his dear face. It was like standing beside a storm, only the winds were made with pain. She took a step until their elbows touched to brace herself against that emotional storm and against the angry shape that took up have the sky, threatening to sweep away everyone's world, most immediately her own.
Here above were the ones who wanted to take the Doctor away from her, and she hated them shamelessly.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 23, 2011 16:00:21 GMT -5
The Daleks.
They're like a curse. A blight on Time and Space itself. Time and time again you try and get rid of them. Time and time again they survive, fleeing, weakened, into time and space. Then they spawn, like cockroaches. No matter how hard you try, they just won't die.
The Daleks.
Love. Compassion. Happiness. even Fury. They feel none of these. All they know is hate. No pity.
“What do you mean by you? You don’t think I’m gonna let you go up there by yourself do you?”
He heard Jenny's voice in the background, echoing though his thoughts.
The Doctor clenched his teeth. He knew what he had to do. Memories from all of his previous incarnations passed through his mind, blurring together in a fantastic, wondrous, and also terrifying montage of the Doctor's life. He could feel it. Time and space wavering on the edge. A turning point. He could live or die here. And the Daleks would win.
The Daleks would win
He could never allow that to happen. but he couldn't allow his daughter and his friend to get hurt.
Never. But the Daleks...
He glanced at Amy, then at Jenny.
"Fine. You can come. BUT...when the TARDIS lands on the Dalek ship, you stay inside. That way, if the Daleks spot the TARDIS, you don't get vaporized. For that reason only."
The Doctor suddenly noticed someone familiar. Someone very, very familiar. The first Doctor.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 23, 2011 22:53:36 GMT -5
Not Happening…
It was what the look on Jenny’s face clearly stated.
It was the thought that was foremost in her mind. She was not going to let him go gallivanting around the enemy ship without her. “You don’t think that they still have the capability to render the TARDIS’s walls into just plain old wood like they did the last time they tried to steal this planet do you?” It seemed like a valid point that she should probably bring up before using the TARDIS to get up there; covering all possible possibilities and all that.
“Besides, if anyone should go sneaking about on an alien space craft trying to blow up and hurt somebody it should be me. I was born to that sort of thing if you’ll recall,” Jenny muttered, remembering that her so called birth and the way it happened had been a sore spot with the Doctor in the past.
Giving the hulking ship overhead another once over and wondering just how many Dalek’s the ship could be holding. It was a large ship, much larger than the one she had been on before with Torchwood. At the thought of Torchwood she couldn’t help but to wish that she had a hold of that marvelous gun she used last time she went aboard a Dalek enemy ship. It blew them apart nicely.
“… and I have a stake in you not dying in any of your incarnations, too. If you die, then I probably will cease to exist anyway. So if I die… again it probably won’t matter much, not that I plan on dying anytime soon.”
Jenny’s eyes went back to her father, but she then noticed that his attention was captivated by an older man not far from where the three of them stood. Taking a quick and rather unwanted dive into her father’s memories she came up with a name to that face and she couldn’t help but to stare. “If anyone should be hiding out in the TARDIS right now then it’s him,” Jenny said quietly and most urgently.
“If they can’t get to him then they can’t kill him and life goes on yeah?”
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 23, 2011 23:46:58 GMT -5
"The Doctor isn't much for hiding. Ne'er works anyway." She said with a shrug, then realized neither was listening to her. She followed there gaze to a rather dapper, upright old man.
"Who is that man?" She asked, staying close to the Doctor. She squinted at the old man, trying to decide if he were friend or foe. The other two looked so stunned, she could not tell.
As for who would be leaving or staying in the TARDIS, she figured Jenny was making the mistake of asking instead of just doing.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 26, 2011 19:25:14 GMT -5
The Doctor gazed at the First Doctor, his eyes taking in everything about him. "This is very, very bad.." He murmured. "And it's only gonna get worse from here on in."
The Doctor turned to Amy
Amy, I know it's hard to believe, but that man is me when I was...younger. I'll leave it at that."
He gazed at Amy for a few more seconds, his eyes gazing into hers.
"Amy Pond...the girl with the crack in her wall. Amy, I need you to trust me, now more than ever."
The Doctor gazed at Amy for a few more seconds, the broke into a wide grin.
"OK, let's get moving, things to do, places to save!
The Doctor swiveled around and walked back into the TARDIS. He spun around the TARDIS console, flipping switches and pressing buttons. He came to a sudden stop sliding into a chair near the console.
"Right then. we're going into the Dalek warship. Problem is, if I'm right, that's High Dalekanium. Mined at the freezing center of Skaro's north pole. It's really part of an asteroid that crashed on Skaro centuries ago.Problem is, the TARDIS can't teleport through it. It'd hurl her willy-nilly into the time vortex. Thing is, it's only dangerous if it's affected by gamma waves, and they have a gamma distributor on the bottom of the craft. Nope, the TARDIS is out. Or is it...?"
The Doctor swiveled in his chair.
"The TARDIS used o be equipped with some old generators capable of distorting the field, but...I lost them during a little skirmish with the Daleks. But I know someone...no, I can't..."
The Doctor sighed heavily.
"Ladies...we have an appointment with The Doctor. The First."
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 26, 2011 21:35:52 GMT -5
"Och, Doctor, you could have told me that before I kissed you." She said, looking at the old man. She knew the Doctor was old, very old, and she knew he was not human, but this particular moment, she really understood it. Amy resisted the urge to scrub at her lips with the back of her sleeve. "You've aged well though." She had about 7 questions about how exactly the Doctor could be the young looking man beside her and the old man across the way at the same time, but now was not the time to ask.
Then the Doctor caught her with his lovely deep set eyes. She could see him put his anger aside as he looked at her.
"Amy Pond...the girl with the crack in her wall. Amy, I need you to trust me, now more than ever." He said to her. For one moment, he looked just a little bit uncertain that he would have her full trust. Of course he did. Always.
"It would be more convincing without the bow tie, but alright, Doctor. 'I trust you more than ever.' " She affirmed with a deep truth, her face turning slowly serious, but those hazel green eyes of hers never lost their spark.
"OK, let's get moving, things to do, places to save!" Announced the Doctor, turning on his heel.
"Progenitors to destroy, and wisecracks to make!" She agreed, following his stride back into the TARDIS, and sparing a glance at Jenny, wondering what she thought of all this. As he worked his way around the column, Amy dashed about in counterpoint across from the Doctor, studying his face and his voice as he worked out this puzzle. It was like watching Van Gogh paint. The Doctor was that mad and beautiful.
She was jittery with fear of the Daleks, but better to be here in the middle of it than clueless back at the Moors. Here she could help.
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Post by Jenny on Jul 27, 2011 23:23:18 GMT -5
Looking at the older or in a weird way the younger Doctor since it was after all his first incarnation was a surreal experience. Another face to the man she called dad. It made her wonder not for the first time since seeing him again after all this time and since he downloaded his memories into her head why it was that she still had the same face. She didn’t change… at all. It was something that she was definitely going to have to look into.
She still had so many questions but in truth she wasn’t sure anymore that her father could answer them. Sure he was brilliant and despite his protests acted like a proper general, coming up with strategies to succeed. But she had a sinking feeling that this one may be beyond even him.
She followed Amy and the Doctor back into the TARDIS once again hiding those memories into a deep dark hole in her mind. If she could have locked them away and have thrown away the key she would have. She didn’t want images of Amy or any of the women kissing her dad. It seemed to happen a lot in fact and she couldn’t help but to wonder if Amy knew just how many.
She looked at her father and wondered about the bow tie and wondered briefly what had happened to that wonderful coat he used to wear.
Jenny remembered the Dalek’s well. But she was sure her father wouldn’t appreciate that she had snuck aboard one of their ships with Torchwood to take them out. A matter a fact she was pretty sure that the Doctor would not appreciate her hanging around Torchwood at all. But in a strange way she understood them. The members of their team made sense to her and she could fully understand why they did what they did and how they went about doing it, guns blazing and all.
Amy’s voice brought her out of her thoughts and musings.
"Progenitors to destroy, and wisecracks to make!"
“… and an awful lot of running to do,” Jenny responded.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Jul 28, 2011 18:46:03 GMT -5
"Progenitors to destroy, and wisecracks to make!"
“… and an awful lot of running to do,”
The Doctor's face clouded slightly. Running. Yes. Always running.
Suddenly, The Doctor burst from his chair.
"OK! Listen up. There's a decision to be made. come in contact with my original self, resulting in...well, a hole in the fabric of the universe, unless I turn the TARDIS into a Paradox Machine, or somehow make myself forget it. So that's out. ..."
The Doctor started musing, blurting his ideas into thin air, all the while flipping switches and pulling levers on the TARDIS console.
"Time's rewriting itself, no way to stop it, bar destroying the Daleks. All the unstable time energy is making the TARDIS all wobbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. If I don't keep sexy-I mean her stable, she'll blow, and I don't fancy flying into the heart of the end of the universe again. "
"And I don't have a Fez. Fezzes are cool. I can't save the universe without a Fez. Well I can, but it's not cool."
The Doctor came to a stop.
" There is a way...Torchwood. They're an alien-hunting..society-thingamajig. They've had some..run-ins with me before. Anyways, they might have alien technology that I could fit to the TARDIS. Could get us past the High Dalekanium. But the team would have to split up, since I'm the only one who has intricate knowledge of the TARDIS, so I'd have to get the materials, but it needs to be protected from the Daleks. Wait..."
The Doctor stared at Jenny. A slight smile spread across his face.
"Intricate knowledge of the TARDIS...?"
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Post by Amy's understudy! Not Amy now. on Jul 28, 2011 23:13:45 GMT -5
It almost hurt to watch the two of them go back and fourth so brilliantly. For just one moment, she wanted to be Gallifreyan just so she could be part of the club. It must be fun to be so wicked brilliant.
The she wasn't so bad herself. The perfect thing would be for her to go to the Doctor's elder/younger self and do what was needed, including giving the Doctor as little to remember as possible. For the moment though, she'd listen to the pair of them sort out the saving of the Universe.
$%@^!!. She did not want to leave her friend.
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