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Post by The Master on Dec 1, 2011 22:43:51 GMT -5
"Now, my friend, there is one thing I want to know, before this silly game of charades is over."
"Where. Is. Your. Gallifrey?"
The Master gave him a long, level stare. And then he laughed in the One's face. "You are quite correct, Onrifallayraio. This silly game of charades is over." He lifted the back of his hand to his lips, and spoke into the disk affixed there. "Take it."
A grinding, roaring sound was heard and a million-faceted sphere materialized around the Black Dalek.
"Your pet - what did you call it? A dah-lech? Whatever it was, it is now in a room held in a state of temporal grace within a Type 99 TARDIS. It will remain there until we are at lesure to dispose of it in a convenient singularity."
He smiled. "As for the quiessance field? You were inside your TARDIS when I disabled it."
A half dozen stazer rifles were now pointed at the One.
"And where is my Gallifrey?" Another smile. "My dear Onrifallayraio, I have been asking for nothing more than to take you there for the better part of an hour." He snapped his fingers. "Bind him."
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Dec 2, 2011 16:44:17 GMT -5
The One barely resisted as his hands were bound.
"You fool. You sad fool. Don't you understand? Your universe's Onri must be a fool, or dead. I am The One. Don't you know what I can do? I knew the quiescence field was down. Which effectively enabled me to go...how do you put it...all out. My TARDIS should have one more little surprise ready."
The TARDIS hummed and glowed, then fired a small yellow bolt at the One. It smashed into him back, and he crumpled forward, already regenerating.
"I..."the One grunted. "I hope you remembered what happens when a Time Lord regenerates outside of his TARDIS.
And yellow energy exploded from the One.
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Post by The Master on Dec 5, 2011 10:33:13 GMT -5
"I..."the One grunted. "I hope you remembered what happens when a Time Lord regenerates outside of his TARDIS.
"He lapses into a regenerative coma and his body reassembles itself into a form that should be capable of surviving whatever killed it before?" the Master answered, faintly confused. "And I fail to see how that will..."
And yellow energy exploded from the One.
"Rod and Eye!" the Master gasped, falling back from the One. One arm covered his face, protectively as he scrambled back, feeling the surge of artron and huon energies erupting from the One like a Roman candle.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Dec 8, 2011 21:39:56 GMT -5
The wave of energy smashed the frail, lush ballroom to pieces. Cheres were incinerated, Tables were pushed back, and the room was utterly destroyed. The wave wasn't strong enough to cause harm enough to any of the Time Lords in the room, but several of the Chancellery Guard* were knocked backwards by the harsh barricade of yellow energy. "Rod and Eye!" the Master gasped, falling back from the One. One arm covered his face, protectively as he scrambled back, feeling the surge of artron and huon energies erupting from the One like a Roman candle.
Finally, after what must have been a minute or so, The One's regenerative process began to wind to a close. The Time Lords face sculpted and molded into another for, the two hearts in his chest again began beating that familiar rhythm, the one all Time Lords know. The sound of two hearts thumping. A dark haired main rose from the rubble and smoke. He had clear pale green eyes, and a faint layer of stubble. A cocky, sardonic smirk covered his face. His posture was that of a man who held himself to be a god. and his eyes glittered with a malice darker than the stars. Evil incarnate. Stooping low, he picked up a Chancellery guard's staser from the ground. "Hello, Kos. Now, if you would be so kind as to give me back my Dalek...?" _________________________ What he looks like. (The pic in my siggy is the One's tenth incarnation, the Incarnation i'll use the most, unless the thread calls for it. This is just one of the latest in a long line of One's. But it comes to a stop here. I'm not going to regenerate for a while, as the max Time Lord regen. limit is 13.) *(May I OC RP them?)
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 13, 2011 22:58:57 GMT -5
Flynn grabbed Ramachulainn's arm, seeing all the Chaos as the perfect distraction
"Let's go, while all this madness is happening!" He lead him down the haul, at breakneck speed, they entered his TARDIS, weapons covering the walls.
"Quickly now, before they notice we're gone!" Flynn hung his suit jacket on the coat hanger by the door, then dashed to the console and began to flip buttons, turn nobs and pull levers.
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Post by The Master on Dec 14, 2011 10:42:34 GMT -5
Stooping low, he picked up a Chancellery guard's staser from the ground.
"Hello, Kos. Now, if you would be so kind as to give me back my Dalek...?"
The Master's look was filled with contempt. "A dah-leck, you called it?" Casually, he began to walk towards the One. "No. I don't believe I will."
The trigger clicked uselessly, as the stazer failed to discharge. Sneering, the Master plucked it from the One's hand and then backhanded him across the face. "Biometric grips, fool. Useless to anyone not programmed into the weapon."
He kicked the One in the knee as he staggered backwards, knocking him to the ground. Before the Renegade could stand, the Master's boot was on his chest and the stazer was pointed at his face. "I assure you, though, that I am authorized to use this weapon."
"Bind him," he ordered without taking his eyes from the One. "And bind that other fool as well."
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Post by The Meddler on Dec 14, 2011 10:46:14 GMT -5
Ramachulainn followed Flynn into the TARDIS.
"Quickly now, before they notice we're gone!"
"A good start to the plan, my Lord," he said. "What destination do you have in mind?"
As he spoke, the Time Rotor began to roar and grind. And then, the TARDIS proximity alarms began to sound. The displays showed a TARDIS of unknown type, small and overpowered, approaching through the Vortex at high speed.
"Attention, unidentified TARDIS," a stern voice said over the communications array. "Power down your Time Rotor and defensive screens, and prepare to be boarded. By order of the Lord President and the High Council, you are duly charged to submit to Law."
Ramachulainn loosened his broadsword in its sheath. "I find that I have no interest in surrendering, as I still have Duty to discharge to my Lady the Specialist. How may I assist, my Lord?"
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Post by Flynn Delta on Dec 18, 2011 20:52:23 GMT -5
"We need to hide! And I know just the place! Hold on!" He quickly double locked and deadlocked his TARDIS doors. He quickly began to initiate take off procedure, then lowers communication barrier and makes contact with the other TARDIS.
"Hello! I have something for you." He stops and clenches his face, he farts at least times.. "That is all! See ya suckers!"
He raises the barrier, not knowing they have placed a tracking link while he farted at them.
He runs around the console, piloting it towards his destination, a place he only been once before, a place he where thought they would never find him, Never Land.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Dec 27, 2011 20:25:39 GMT -5
Rage flashed across the One's face, distorting his newfound features as the guards began to bind him..
"Maybe you're less of a fool in your reality, Master , than I anticipated. Even so, I never imagined it wound come to this."
Th One's free hand darted to his bound one, and he pulled up the sleeve of his suit, revealing a Vortex Manipulator. The faded brown contraption looked rather steampunk, and parts of it appeared to be held together with tape and glue. But the faint tingle of Vortex Energy radiated from it. But before the One could press it, a guard bound his other hand, wrenching it into place.
"No...no..."
Th One shook his head in disbelief.
"No. NO!"
He made a frantic leap at the Master, pulling at his binds. The guards began to pull him backwards, even as his feet scrambled to find something, anything to stop him from being pulled away.
"Wait..NO! This YOUR fault, Kos, you deluded madman...."
He glared at the Master as he was dragged away.
"CURSE YOU!!! BLOODY CURSE YOU!!!! Curse you to the Time War, and it's living HELL!" he screamed furiously, his voice echoing across the ballroom.
"RASSILON CURSE YOUUUUU!!!!"
Tears of rage streamed down the One's face. His clothes ripped as he tried to pull himself forward. Horrible, piercing screams of rage spilled from his lips. But the most startling thing of all was his eyes.
His blood red eyes.
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