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Post by Alec Harrison on Sept 17, 2011 22:36:48 GMT -5
Flynn landed his Tardis on the rock planet of Grabashuganisha. Most knew it as Grabush.
The Tardis was a blue box, but on the inside it was lined with weaponry beyond that which most humans had the capacity to think up.
The Tactician closed his eyes and breathed in the stale air, and searched his mind for why he was here.
Then he remembered.
Another Tardis had been spotted by his scanners. It felt oddly familiar, like he'd seen it before, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
He was going to find who this was, and shoot it if necessary.
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Post by Flynn Delta on Sept 24, 2011 14:36:26 GMT -5
((I kinda want First before I do, if that's ok.))
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Post by The Master on Sept 25, 2011 21:35:17 GMT -5
Grabashuganisha.
An armpit of a world, really. Dry and dusty, with hostile insectoid life of a certain primitive pseudo-sentience. It really had very little to recommend itself.
The Dark Lord examined the scanners closely. Little, that is, unless you were from an advanced time-active civilization. Then, if you knew what your were looking at, you would realize that the planet was dusted with traces of highest entropy matter - HEM - leftovers from the Last Great Time War.
The Dark Lord, of course, knew what he was looking at. And he had the resources of a Type 91 War TARDIS to recover it with. And he had the time and interest to, if necessary, grind the crust from this mudspeck to harvest every last trace of HEM.
The Time Agency wanted to tame him, did they? By the time he was finished, they and their home world wouldn't even be a memory. Nobody would mourn them. Nobody would miss them. Nobody would even remember them.
And then he frowned. There was... "Impossible!" he snarled. "There are no other TARDISes! Gallifrey is gone."
But the blue box sat there, defiant.
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Post by The Seventh Doctor on Sept 30, 2011 18:51:16 GMT -5
A short distance away, a TARDIS, in it's natural state, landed, or rather was placed. A few minutes pass, a figure in a black outfit steps out, it is the figure of The (Anthony Ainley) Master. He looks around, quickly realizing where his exile is to take place.
"Grabashuganisha" The loathing in his voice was audible in his voice.
He had had another exile placed upon him by his people, The Time-Lords, only this time they had placed him on this worthless rock. Sadly he was unaware of the large deposits of HEM.
'It had to be Grabush, didn't it?' He thinks to himself 'a rock, barely worthy of being called a planet. Still who know maybe he could scavange something that could help him get his TARDIS working once more.'
His head turns suddenly, he could feel the presence of at least one other Time-Lord nearby. He quickly retrieves his Tissue Compression Eliminator, and begins to walk toward the presence of the other Time-Lord.
After about 5 minutes of walking he sees a blue police box. his eyes widen at the sight.
"No.... It can't be...?" He walks closer towards it. as he gets closer the TARDIS infront of him, it becomes clear to him that said TARDIS is not, The Doctor's.
"No.... It's not....then who....?"
He shakes his head and walks up to it, he knocks on the door, the Eliminator at the ready, incase this person who likes to copy The Doctor was hostile.
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