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Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 6

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date September 22, 2025
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The Thanakian ship arrived outside the ruined capital. It simply faded in without fanfare, unlike a TARDIS. “You’re making the right decision, Madame President,” purred Miss Tarae, always eager to get a word in. “We’ll put their secrets to good use.” She was lightly caressing one of Romana’s shoulders. Romana decided to show Miss Tarae that such an act was a no-no by grabbing Miss Tarae’s fingers and squeezing tightly.

“I make the decisions on what to do with another race’s secrets, Miss Tarae,” she reminded, “not you.” The Thanakian ambassador then appeared in the doorway. “Greetings, Ambassador,” said Romana. “We welcome you to Gallifrey, such as it is.”

“We appreciate what hospitality you can give us, Lord President,” replied the ambassador. “We just hope the Rutan Host cannot penetrate your barriers.”

“No worries,” assured Rassilon. “The Transduction Barriers are still in operation.”

“We pray they will hold. We heard the Daleks tried to-.”

“The barriers have been strengthened,” assured Romana. “No one can get in without our knowledge.”

“We shall stay here to plan our campaign,” said the ambassador. “We ARE grateful for the hospitality you can provide.” The ambassador retreated back into their ship and the door shut.

“…Something just isn’t adding up!” muttered the Doctor.

Inside the Thanakian ship, the ambassador smirked. “Fools,” they remarked.

“Sir, how much longer?!” complained another Thanakian. “My fingers ache to pull the trigger-!”

“Calm yourself, Trooper,” replied the ambassador. “This is a necessary part of the plan. Once the Time Lords figure out what’s going on, THEN we drop the act. Until then, the disguise is to be maintained. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” replied the Thanakian.

The Time Lords returned to the citadel and rejoined with Amy and Lurra Rus. “…Rassilon,” said Amy.

“Hm? Yes, Amy?” asked Rassilon.

“You said something about making a new Eye of Harmony?”

“Ah, the contradiction in my earlier statements,” Rassilon sat down.

“The Doctor twigged to that earlier than I did,” explained Amy.

“Did she send you to gather information?” asked Rassilon.

“She doesn’t know I’m asking,” replied Amy.

“Everyone has their secrets, I suppose. Perhaps I had best spill mine. The original Eye was found, yes. But it had suffered damage. Recall how we said the Eye was made?”

“Yeah, using the potential time energy of a star trying to collapse into a black hole, only it can’t,” replied Amy.

“Well, the energies keeping that time field alive are starting to transform into something else,” explained Rassilon. “Something that can’t maintain the field around the singularity.”

“…And the collapse into a black hole will happen,” realized Amy.

“Omega left copious notes on the creation of the Eye of Harmony, but I need to find them within the Matrix,” continued Rassilon, “but every use of the Eye accelerates the moment it collapses!”

“How much of a strain was it in using the time scoop?” asked Amy.

“Not as much as the transduction barriers,” replied Rassilon. “And there’s a lot the current Eye is running. The barriers, communications, security, all of it, even when I’ve set it to reduced power.”

“Then we’re on a time crunch.”

“Romana has spent a few lives being an archivist,” explained Rassilon. “That’s why I need her newfound research skills.”

“To find Omega’s notes faster,” realized Amy. “And hopefully before the Eye collapses in on itself and takes Gallifrey and the people on it with it.”

“Precisely.”

“…Well, Lurra Rus is a mechanical engineer. I’m just the muscle.”

“Come now, the Doctor sees something beyond that,” soothed Rassilon.

“She’s right, Amy,” agreed the Doctor’s voice. Amy and Rassilon yelped as they turned to see the Doctor approaching a nearby console.

“Must you do that?!” protested Rassilon.

“Amy, you’re an empathetic woman,” said the Doctor as she started working the console. “A big hint of that is you making the offer to find a home for Lurra Rus and reignite her hope.”

“…She’s not wrong,” agreed Rassilon. Her curiosity then took over. “Doctor, what ARE you doing?”

“Let’s just say the math isn’t mathing here,” muttered the Doctor. She keyed up visual footage of the ships over Gallifrey.

“…Those ARE what Rutan ships look like,” remarked Rassilon. Then she blinked. “Hang on a minute, those ships belong to the Rutans at an earlier time. Before they started fighting the Sontarans. But that Thanakian ship is from…”

“From a later point in the Sontaran/Rutan war, far later,” finished the Doctor.

“A time loop?” guessed Rassilon.

“And from what you told Amy about the strain on the Eye, I daren’t run a full temporal scan.”

“We’ll have to risk a small one,” replied Rassilon. “If that IS a time loop, then there’s an illusion being played on us. And whoever is making that hypothetical illusion-.”

“Probably has nasty designs on Gallifrey,” finished Amy. “But Miss Tarae probably has nasty designs of her own.”

“Yes, so who would backstab who first?” mused the Doctor. “As you say, we’ll have to risk a cursory scan. Monitor the strain on the Eye, Rassilon.”

“Naturally,” replied Rassilon as the Doctor began her scans. The Doctor’s brow furrowed.

“There IS a form of temporal energy,” she remarked. “And it’s looping. It’s a recursive time loop of events that happened BEFORE anyone arrived on Gallifrey. Months before I dropped you off here.”

“But that would take an impressive amount of power,” replied Rassilon. “Power that we currently don’t have what with the Eye decaying.”

“I think there’s something else with our Thanakian friends,” mused the Doctor.

“…If they ARE Thanakians,” muttered Amy.

“Yes, I was rather hoping you DIDN’T reach the same conclusion I did.”

“Doctor, you can’t seriously believe they’re camouflaged?” asked Rassilon. “The only ones who are capable of that are…are the Daleks!”

“Not entirely true,” replied the Doctor. “There ARE a few races that developed time machines like ours, but their versions of the Chameleon Circuit are more short-term disguises instead of long-term ones like the ones installed in a TARDIS. …Then again, there are two that developed Chameleon Circuits that function like ours.”

“Doctor, do you think the Daleks-?!” yelped Rassilon.

“Well, they DO have that DARDIS,” remarked Amy. “But would they use the Thanakians as their disguise or use the Rutans as part of their time loop?”

“…No, they wouldn’t!” realized the Doctor.

“Doctor?” asked Rassilon.

“The Daleks view the Rutans as the least deadly threat to their supremacy, unlike the humans!” explained the Doctor. “But there’s one race in particular that WOULD use them as part of a disguise!”

“…No!” realized Rassilon. “They wouldn’t dare! Not again!”

“Why not?!” asked the Doctor. “They’ve already developed methods of time travel, like the Osmotic Projector!”

“And it was on those grounds that both us and the Daleks forbade them from fighting in the Time War,” recalled Rassilon.

“Doctor, Rassilon, who are you-?” asked Amy.

“Doctor,” called Romana’s voice as she, Lurra Rus, and Susan entered the room, “have you seen Miss Tarae?”

“She was right behind me a minute ago,” replied the Doctor.

“Sir!” called the Thanakian Trooper. “They’ve detected the Time Loop of the Rutan Fleet!”

“Excellent!” praised the ambassador. “And knowing their intelligence, they’ll figure out it was an illusion!” The ambassador keyed in a command on a nearby communications console. “Scout Party 1 to Temporal Mothership, confirm that Gallifrey has detected the time loop!”

“Gallifreyan time loop detection: confirmed,” replied a gruff, male voice.

“Then deactivate it! It’s time to put all our power into weapons! We go to a war footing!”

“Sir,” called another Thanakian trooper, “our Time Lord dupe is approaching our ship.”

“Get me my flag and meson rifle!” ordered the ambassador.

Inside the citadel, the console beeped. Susan checked it. “Grandfather, the time loop’s dissipating,” she said.

“What?” asked the Doctor. She checked the console and goggled in horror. “Oh god, they duped Miss Tarae!” she said. “Everyone, outside now!” Everyone ran to the citadel’s exit.

Outside the Thanakian ship, Miss Tarae approached it. “Come on, my dear little Thanakians,” she purred. “Time to serve your master.”

“MISS TARAE, GET AWAY FROM THAT SHIP!” called the Doctor as she and her friends approached.

“Not this time, Doctor!” cackled Miss Tarae. “With the Thanakians as my slaves-!”

“Those aren’t Thanakians!” argued Amy. “They’re Son-!” She was interrupted by someone inside the ship opening the door and shooting Miss Tarae in the back. The ambassador stepped out with a smoking gun and a flag.

“Oh, drop the illusion!” scoffed the Doctor. “We know you’re not Thanakians, Corporal!”

“That’s GENERAL to you, Doctor,” replied the ambassador as it tore off something from its collar. As Miss Tarae started glowing, the ambassador’s illusion dispersed and in its place was a Sontaran General waving his flag! “In the Martial Year 76,042,” he laughed, “I, Trev the Temporal Terror, General of the 14^th Sontaran Time Fleet, hereby claim Gallifrey, its moons, and satellites for the greater glory of the Sontaran Empire!” He then planted his flag, unfurling it to reveal the symbol of the Sontaran Empire as the ship he was using shimmered until it assumed the familiar spherical shape. Sontaran soldiers then stomped out of the ship, more than what the external dimensions would allow.

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Doctor Who: Crossings The Specials

Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 5

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date August 21, 2025
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As Rassilon and Romana went to greet the Thanakians, Miss Tarae saw the Doctor talking with Amy, Lurra Rus, and Susan. “Grandfather,” said Susan, unaware of Miss Tarae’s presence, “I still don’t understand why she’d do that!”

“Well, she justified it as the Lie Gallifrey was Built on,” replied the Doctor. “As humans of the 21^st century are wont to say ‘cool motive, still murder’.”

“Telling your granddaughter about what happened to our home?” asked Miss Tarae, startling everyone.

“…Well, she deserves to know the truth,” remarked the Doctor.

“What is the truth but a mere interpretation of the facts?”

“That may be,” remarked Susan, “but the truth is an interpretation worth upholding.”

“Oh? So you know about what the Doctor did? What sparked the Time War?”

“I still hold that it was that mission during the last days of the Thousand Year War on Skaro that sparked the Time War,” remarked the Doctor.

“Oh, come now,” chuckled Miss Tarae. “Giving your own granddaughter an incorrect interpretation of the facts? We both know it was Skaro’s destruction.”

“Destruction?” asked Amy. “But we were ON Skaro.”

“A rebuilt Skaro, yes,” replied the Doctor. “The Daleks managed to restore it thanks to their time travel capabilities. But I DID turn Skaro’s sun into a supernova.”

“What?! How?!” asked Susan.

“Through the Hand of Omega,” explained the Doctor. “I knew a wicked race of time travelers would try to use it, so I had the Hand turn the sun of the offending race into a supernova.”

“And that race of wicked time travelers turned out to be the Daleks,” guessed Susan. “But where does Miss Tarae fit into all that?”

“Further along into Skaro’s past,” replied Miss Tarae. “What if I were to tell you that the High Council used me as a sacrificial lamb?”

“What?”

“Not entirely a correct interpretation,” remarked the Doctor. “But the High Council DID make a metaphorical deal with the Devil.”

“I’d hardly call it metaphorical, considering the Daleks ARE the Devil,” scoffed Miss Tarae. The Doctor drew in a breath before continuing.

“When she was the Master,” she said, “Miss Tarae had used up all 13 of her regenerations. She wasn’t technically a Time Lord. She possessed the last Keeper of Traken. To top that off, she was dying, infected with a cheetah virus that was slowly turning her into an animal. Romana and the High Council saw this as an opportunity. She called it the Act of Master Restitution; a bid to try and stop a war between us and the Daleks.”

“I was at the end of my tether,” interjected Miss Tarae, “and the High Council saw me as the ideal man for that suicide mission!”

“No!” argued the Doctor.

“Yes,” countered Miss Tarae.

“It wasn’t as clear-cut as that! I know Romana-!” insisted the Doctor.

“DON’T LIE TO ME, DOCTOR!” Miss Tarae grabbed the Doctor by the collar of her coat and pulled her close. “I was expendable! Some sugar-coated promise of a new regeneration cycle for ‘helping the cause’! But all they really wanted was to kill two birds with one stone! Romana told you every single detail of the plan! You knew I wasn’t going to be walking away from Skaro alive, didn’t you?!”

“…Yes,” admitted the Doctor.

“And the deal was struck!” hissed Miss Tarae. “Go on, Doctor. Tell them all! Tell them the details of that failed deal!” She flung the Doctor to the ground. Lurra Rus helped her up. The Doctor adjusted her coat and continued.

“Miss Tarae was sent back to a period before Skaro’s destruction to broker some form of peace treaty with the Daleks, to try and avert any of the future events from happening and starting a war.”

“But that’s breaking the cardinal rule of time travel!” protested Susan. “The High Council would never allow something like that! They’re not Earth politicians!”

“My dear Susan, whether from Earth or Gallifrey,” said the Doctor, “politicians are a stuffy bunch who will stop at nothing if it means not getting their hands dirty, even if it meant breaking a rule or two. After I destroyed Skaro, the Time Lords knew that any surviving Daleks would see it as an obvious act of aggression and would come here to destroy us.”

“Why didn’t they send you?” asked Amy. “You’re the one that knows the most about the Daleks.”

“They would have killed her on the spot, and the High Council knew it,” replied Miss Tarae. “No, I was considered expendable, and I already had dealings with the Daleks. President Romana felt that would play in Gallifrey’s favor. Doctor, do you know what happened on Skaro?”

“You were executed and somehow transferred your consciousness into a Deathworm Morphant,” answered the Doctor.

“Oh, how naïve,” remarked Miss Tarae. “Although, I suppose I should be grateful for their lack of morality. If only they just killed me. No, the Daleks wanted to know how we work.”

“How we work?” asked Susan.

“Regeneration, my dear,” explained Miss Tarae. “And our sensitivity to time! They must have learned a lot from me.”

“Experimentation!” shuddered the Doctor.

“They did things to me that even YOUR nightmares could not conceive, Doctor! Thank goodness I plucked a jarful of Deathworm Morphants from the swamps of Skaro. They spliced my DNA with other creatures and subjected it to different forms of radiation while I experimented on the Morphants. Only one impossibly strong Morphant could house my consciousness! …On the subject of Dalek experiments, even I learned some things I didn’t think were possible. For instance, did you know that gamma radiation accelerates the regeneration process?”

“But Grandfather just said,” interjected Susan, “that you were possessing a non-Gallifreyan.”

“Yes, and that’s what prompted my execution,” remarked Miss Tarae. “For the crime of stymying their scientific efforts, I was sentenced to vaporization. But the last surviving Deathworm Morphant managed to hold onto my consciousness. After a stint with the Doctor after he freshly regenerated into his eighth incarnation, I was brought back to life.”

“And after several plots,” remarked the Doctor, “she was drafted into the Time War like I was.”

“But that whole incident burned in my mind!” hissed Miss Tarae. “The High Council called it the Act of Master Restitution! And it failed! The Daleks still went to war against us! All because of the Doctor selfishly destroying their homeworld!”

“No, Miss Tarae, the war started when I was sent back in time to avert their creation!” insisted the Doctor.

“Avert their creation?” asked Susan.

“So that’s when you first met Davros?” asked Amy.

“Exactly, Amy,” replied the Doctor. “And to answer your question, Susan, the Time Lords foresaw a time stream where the Daleks would destroy all other forms of life in the universe. So they sent me into Skaro’s past, during the nuclear war we heard about. I had learned that the Daleks’ humanoid ancestors were actually called Kaleds and they produced a madman called Davros. In a bid to win the war with the Thals, Davros accelerated the mutations of his people and slapped them into a metal war machine, the means of locomotion based on his old chair.”

“You mean this Davros character was a halfway point between the Kaleds and the Daleks?” quizzed Susan.

“Exactly.”

“Hold on, I saw him with legs,” said Lurra Rus.

“He didn’t used to have legs, or hair, or a left arm,” replied the Doctor. “A Thal shell packed with radioactive isotopes ruined his body, but he was alive. His chair acted as life-support, but his hatred kept him alive up until he stole some of my regeneration energy.”

“So he’s got two legs these days?” asked Miss Tarae. She then realized something. “Wait a minute-!” she snarled at the Doctor.

“Miss Tarae,” interrupted the Doctor, “unlike you, I don’t force others to fix my insanity, even if they started it in the first place. Rassilon and Romana have weightier concerns, callous though I may sound. Weightier concerns, I might add, that YOU plopped on our doorstep! We’ve all confessed our sins to you numerous times and offered constructive solutions. YOU are the one that refuted them in favor of conquering the universe. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to puzzle out a new tangle Rassilon left us.”

“Something about this Eye of Harmony?” asked Lurra Rus. She and Amy then realized something.

“Didn’t Rassilon say she used the Eye to power the time scoop and bring Romana and Susan here?” asked Amy.

“She did,” confirmed the Doctor.

“So why make a new one?” asked Susan. “…Unless…” She trailed off in thought.

“Susan?” asked Amy.

“Grandfather, perhaps we should assist our presidents in greeting the Thanakians,” suggested Susan. The Doctor caught onto her granddaughter’s plan.

“I do believe you’re right, Susan. Let’s go, everyone.” The Doctor led the way with Miss Tarae snarling.

“Distract everyone by going off on a tangent, Doctor!” she hissed to herself. “How gutless! And the universe WILL pay for my madness one way or another!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings The Specials

Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 4

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date August 17, 2025
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“You don’t understand, Miss Rose!” hissed Miss Tarae.

“Understand what?” asked Amy.

“I spent 90 years alone with my thoughts after our last encounter, thanks to Ganondorf’s magics! Many more years after that, after my prison was destroyed throughout Hyrule’s many temporal resets as I drifted in space-!”

“And now that you’ve had a little think about it, you’ve decided to mend your ways.”

“A little think?! …Ninety years! Do you have ANY idea?! You must think death impossible for a Time Lord! You most likely believe 90 years must be nothing to us! Believe me, when you’re a Time Lord stuck in a crystal prison without the ability to time travel, it is a lifetime unable to move! I was in complete sensory deprivation! I wasn’t breathing! I couldn’t even feel my hearts beating! I stood utterly alone…I thought I would go insane!!”

“No comment,” remarked Amy.

“…I wondered if I really HAD died after all. How would I know? …I started hearing voices!” By now, Miss Tarae was looking fearful at what she was forcing herself to recall. “I started imagining things out there in the darkness! Terrifying things! Larger than me! All around me! It was like I had been cast adrift on a raft in the middle of the ocean! I heard all my former allies there! The Cybermen! The Autons! The Daleks! Every one of them calling out my names in unison! All the names I had, even my birth name! …They sounded so faint.”

“It feels like you’re demanding an apology for what YOU used them for,” said Amy.

“Then I saw the face of the Timeless Child! Tormenting! Sneering! Cruel! Cowardly! Just as it is now! Just as it had always been! Their true face! Not the one they happen to be wearing today as the current Doctor! …Then there was nothing. …A near…century…of nothing. …I turned inward. My mind, consumed by memories, forced me to live and relive every single experience from the moment I was born! Maybe even before that! I was LOCKED in my past! Unable to change my mistakes! Condemned to relive them over and over and over! Every death, every failure, every lie, every betrayal! Even those I thought I had completely erased from my memory, like-!”

“…Like?” ventured Amy.

“…Every one of the foul deeds I thought I had buried…rose up…taunting me! …I felt so ashamed…so naked. The process stripped me of everything. It showed me how small I was! How insignificant my achievements had been! I was NOTHING! The mere dreams of a Time Lord who should have died millennia before! I passed through eternity! Imagining every possible theory! Every possible book! Every possible idea! And then, as I had exhausted every combination in that moment…I felt myself transcending! I felt myself starting to lift away from my body to join with something greater than me! Greater than ALL things! …And then…I felt my hearts beat. …That had just been the first second of my imprisonment. …And I was back at the beginning! Utterly trapped! Cursing those who had imprisoned me! A mere deformed, unfinished mind! Before the next hearts beat, the process was repeated in every detail! The third second was the same! As was the next! AS WAS THE NEXT!”

“As I only have a watch synced to Mobius and the TARDIS,” said Amy, “and I don’t have the life-span of a Time Lord, maybe you should skip to the end.”

“…The end?” asked Miss Tarae. “…Very well. I came to realize that I could count myself the queen of an infinite universe were it not for my bad dreams! That there was more in heaven and on Gallifrey than was ever dreamt of in YOUR philosophy, Amy Rose!” By then, the Doctor announced her presence by laughing in the doorway, causing Miss Tarae and Amy to yelp in surprise.

“Eternity?!” asked the Doctor between giggles. “And the best you could manage is to misquote Shakespeare?! Any non-Mobian monkey with a typewriter could do that! At least THEY would have managed to write something down!”

“My point precisely, Doctor!” hissed Miss Tarae.

“Good night, Sweet Prince,” countered the Doctor. “I need to check on something. The bio-data induction channel is very fragile. Amy, I trust-.”

“She didn’t lay a finger on it,” assured Amy.

“Good to know. Now, let’s see-.” The Doctor was interrupted by someone approaching. That person was Romana.

“Doctor, we need to give the Thanakians sanctuary,” said Romana.

“What?” asked the Doctor. “But with so many inconsistencies-!”

“A Rutan fleet was discovered making their way to Gallifrey!” replied Romana. “They’re in attack formation!”

“…The Rutans aren’t so ham-fisted!” argued the Doctor.

“I’d say the Rutans are desperate for a win,” remarked Miss Tarae.

“I have discussed this with Rassilon,” said Romana, “and it’s agreed that the Thanakian flagship may land, but that ship only.”

“What about the other-?!”

“The Thanakians have ship-to-ship teleportation, Doctor. They’ve already beamed over those that haven’t stayed behind. However, they are to stay in their time ship until proper accommodations can be made.”

“I don’t like this,” muttered the Doctor. “Everything is happening so fast!”

“Doctor, we’re still in a position to dictate terms,” said Miss Tarae. “Perhaps I should explain my deal with the Thanakians fully.”

“Yes, perhaps you should!” hissed Romana.

“As you know, the Thanakians have considerably primitive time-travel capabilities. Their power source is a more wasteful one compared to the Eye of Harmony.”

“What IS the Eye of Harmony?” asked Amy.

“Rassilon and Omega created a star,” explained the Doctor, “then suspended time around it as it exploded in the act of becoming a black hole, harnessing the potential energy of a collapse that would never occur. That energy was then imprisoned in a crystal that was connected up to all of Gallifrey and all the TARDIS’ ever made, including my own. It was lost during the Time War.”

“Then how-?” asked Amy.

“Rifts in space-time can refuel a TARDIS,” explained Miss Tarae. “The Doctor’s favorite rift is in Cardiff, Wales on Earth!”

“Let me guess,” muttered the Doctor, “you think a new Eye of Harmony can be created.”

“I know it will,” replied Miss Tarae. “And the Thanakians can observe how it’s done.”

“That’s entirely dependent on if Rassilon can pull up how she and Omega did it in the first place,” remarked the Doctor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” asked Miss Tarae.

“Come on, how long has it been since she and Omega made the Eye?”

“Rassilon can’t just forget something like that!”

“Well, she probably did and maybe the notes are in the deepest recesses of the Matrix,” remarked Romana. “I haven’t seen those notes when I was trapped in that dimension.”

“Oh, for the love of-! Are you REALLY going to make me look like a liar in front of Thanakians?!” complained Miss Tarae.

“What, did you give them a timetable?” asked the Doctor. “Come on, you can see the state of Gallifrey, the Matrix is probably at dial-up speeds right now.”

“And I’ll need to tell them that you, Miss Tarae,” said Romana, “jumped the gun as you forgot that the Eye is a proprietary secret.”

“But-!”

“But nothing! My decision is final!” said Romana. As Romana left, Miss Tarae snarled.

“Who does she think she is?!” she hissed.

“The current president of the High Council of Time Lords,” remarked the Doctor. “Currently consisting of you, me, Susan, her, and Rassilon. …Coincidentally, we make up the current population of Gallifrey.”

“And you have to admit, you DID promise them something that doesn’t exist right now,” remarked Amy.

“Gallifrey to Thanakian ship,” Romana said over the call she was setting up. “Thanakians, come in please.” The Thanakian ambassador appeared.

“Lord President,” said the ambassador fearfully, “the Rutans are moving in for the kill!”

“I sympathize with your plight and I wish we could save every Thanakian,” replied Romana, “but we can’t have every ship in your fleet landing on Gallifrey. Have your people evacuate to your flagship. We will lower the Transduction Barriers for that ship only. And until accommodations can be made on Gallifrey, I must ask that you stay aboard the flagship. Only then can we help you formulate a plan of campaign against the Rutans.”

“We are grateful for what you can realistically offer,” thanked the ambassador. “These terms are acceptable.”

“I’m sending you coordinates,” said Romana as she keyed in the coordinates for a landing site outside the capital. “There will be a beacon there to guide you to the landing site.”

“Thank you, Gallifrey!” replied the ambassador. The call ended. At that moment, Miss Tarae entered the room.

“What is this supposed to be?” asked Miss Tarae. “Your act of undoing the Master Restitution?”

“Keep silent about that, Monster!” hissed Romana as she stormed away to collect Rassilon and greet the Thanakians. Miss Tarae smirked.

“You can’t anyways,” she chuckled to herself. “Soon, I shall be in control of Gallifrey. I already wounded Rassilon, but never had the pleasure of wounding YOU, Lord President Romana!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings The Specials

Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 3

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date August 13, 2025
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“I don’t like this,” muttered Amy at one point.

“Do any of us?” asked the Doctor.

“Should we really trust the same person that gave Eggman the means to split the universe apart?” asked Amy.

“Okay, to be fair to Miss Tarae,” conceded the Doctor, “we BOTH told him how bone-headed it was to roboticize a TARDIS.”

“Gallifrey calling Thanakian Ship,” Romana said to a screen. “Thanakian Ambassador, come in please.” A horrifying monster appeared on the screen. “Ah, there you are. This is Romanadvoratrelundar, Romana for short, Lord President of the High Council of Time Lords and duly elected spokesperson for Gallifrey. It is my understanding that Miss Tarae told you that we can accept refugees.”

“That was the impression,” replied the monster, the Thanakian Ambassador, “but, forgive me for saying this, all we see is rubble and ruin. Under better circumstances, we would help you rebuild your world.”

“Yes, well, that’s thanks to one of our number learning the truth about our past and throwing a tantrum. I understand the Rutans are after you lot?”

“They have ravaged our planet! We cannot hold against them! If the Rutans are not shown that the universe will stand together, they will commit worse atrocities than the Daleks just to destroy the Sontarans!”

“That doesn’t sound like what we saw of their timeline,” said Romana, “but, then again, we haven’t been able to see ANY timeline as of late. …I sympathize with your plight, but, as you see, we’re not in a place to accept refugees.”

“Gallifrey, we beg you! All we ask is a place for our chief executive so that we may coordinate a plan of campaign!”

“…I’ll see what can be done if anything CAN be done,” sighed Romana.

“We are grateful,” replied the Thanakian Ambassador. Romana switched the call off and went off to find Rassilon. Much as she hated the former Lord President Eternal right now, Romana needed the advice of a previous ruler.

As the call went on, Miss Tarae and Amy were in a room alone. The Doctor and Lurra Rus had just gone for a cup of tea. “…What ARE you doing here, Miss Rose?” asked Miss Tarae once the silence was uncomfortable for her.

“Helping Rassilon restore Gallifrey, like the Doctor promised,” replied Amy. “Gotta admit, the work’s coming along nicely…although, I’m not an engineer, more of a muscle-.”

“You want to see me destroyed,” observed Miss Tarae.

“…I don’t want you to pull a Toymaker,” corrected Amy, “and turn the universe into your playground. There IS a distinction. And, given what few interactions we’ve had, well…not the best first impression, gotta say.”

“…Even if Gallifrey were restored, I’d still be alone,” muttered Miss Tarae. “An outcast from my people.”

“Only because they probably know your nature, probably not as well as the Doctor, granted.”

“…Indeed. …Miss Rose, do you know who is the nearest non-Time Lord that I have to a friend?”

“Nope.”

“…You.”

“Me?!” Amy was taken aback at that! “But-!”

“We have been through a lot in our few interactions, have we not?” asked Miss Tarae. “We are both women forging our own destinies. You said so yourself, you’re not an engineer, but your intellect lies not in that! It lies in bringing peace and prosperity to everyone! We have that much in common!”

“We’re not friends, Miss Tarae,” reminded Amy.

“No, we’re not,” conceded Miss Tarae. “…But I often think that, in some strange branch of history, we might have been. Fate has made us allies, Miss Rose! Imagine what we could achieve together!”

“You’re dangerous.”

“All beings of destiny are!”

“Beings of what?” laughed Amy. “Destiny? Before I met the Doctor, I was a heroine that lived her life in a linear pattern. Maybe I have a different perspective on fate and destiny.”

“You do, yes,” replied Miss Tarae. “But you are one of the Elite of Mobius! It was YOU that organized a successful resistance against Dr. Eggman when he was playing with the Phantom Ruby! The same resistance that freed Sonic from prison and led to the final victory in that campaign! The Doctor doesn’t pick her friends from the Rabble! I think Rassilon and Romana are like us! We CAN achieve great things!”

“You can’t have four supreme beings, Miss Tarae, by definition.”

“I always thought it was a question of destruction! …But I see now that the constant fighting just cancels out any gains. If we can work together-!”

“To what end?” asked Amy. “Like I said, I don’t know you as well as the Doctor, but I know you well enough! I know your nature!”

“…Your people had abandoned the death penalty long before your birth, yes?” quizzed Miss Tarae.

“…Yes,” replied Amy, not sure where Miss Tarae was going with this.

“…Why?”

“…Well, because, deep down, we all hold life to be sacred. We believe that even the worst criminal could be rehabilitated.”

“Precisely!” Amy blinked as she realized what Miss Tarae was driving at.

“You…think you’re a reformed character?” she asked.

“Not yet, Miss Rose,” replied Miss Tarae. “But I HAVE been given a new chance and I intend to take it!”

“The Doctor introduced me to a saying the humans have; a Dalek can’t change its bumps.”

“I am not a Dalek!” snarled Miss Tarae. “Unlike those monsters, I have always been in control of my destiny!” Her face softened and she looked away, holding her forearm. “I have…misused that power. …Done terrible things.”

“…But now you’re going straight?” asked Amy.

“…I understand your skepticism,” replied Miss Tarae. “All I ask is that you judge me by my actions.”

“Don’t worry, we all will,” snarked Amy.

As Amy and Miss Tarae talked, Susan approached the Doctor. “Ah, Susan!” greeted the Doctor. “Excellent! I’ll need some with-.”

“Grandfather, I just learned why Miss Tarae did what she did,” interrupted Susan.

“…She did a great many things, Susan,” replied the Doctor. “You’ll have to-.”

“I’m talking about the Timeless Child, Grandfather! About you!” The Doctor paused her labors. Susan wasn’t going to let this go. “…They didn’t change your original bio-data, did they? Rassilon and her former friends?”

“…No, they didn’t,” sighed the Doctor.

“Then there’s a very real chance that…”

“…Yes, Susan, barring any fatal damage between regenerations, you very well could have endless lives like me.”

“…Does this mean that, even if and when we restore Gallifrey, we’ll live beyond its final end?” The Doctor didn’t want to hear that question, but it was one that played in her mind. She already hated the fact that she would outlast her companions, but this…this was far more horrible. An immortal among immortals. And with Susan having the potential to regenerate endlessly like her grandfather…

“…Susan…I don’t know,” the Doctor finally sighed. “…But this time, we’ll be there for each other if and when that time comes.” The Doctor finally gave Susan the long-overdue hug she needed.

“They’re still waiting,” Rassilon said to Romana.

“Well, Rassilon? Your advice?” asked Romana icily. Lurra Rus sighed.

“Perhaps,” interjected the Twi’lek, “you two could fill me in on what’s going on between you two? This feels like unresolved trauma and the engineer in me wants to get that out of the way before it turns into something that ends badly like it did between me and my parents.”

“…To begin,” said Romana, “the Time Lords were at war with a race called the Daleks. It was known as the Last Great Time War at its conclusion.”

“You fought those monsters across time and space?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Exactly,” replied Rassilon. “And I went mad with power, deeming myself a god as the Emperor Dalek did.”

“And it was because of her madness that I crafted an assassination plot,” continued Romana. “It failed and I was exiled into that pocket dimension with all of Gallifrey’s archives to be an archivist. So, why DID you bring me back, Rassilon? Needed to set yourself up as a god again and needed a historian?”

“…Atonement, somehow,” replied Rassilon.

“Atonement?!” scoffed Romana. “What, do you regret being a madman?!”

“Well, after travelling with the Doctor on a quest for the Key to Time, wouldn’t you?!” snapped Rassilon.

“You’re lying!” accused Romana.

“Ask the Doctor or Amy! Look it up in the TARDIS! You’ll see I’m telling the truth!”

“She is, Romana,” called the Doctor’s voice. Everyone turned to see the Doctor and Susan approaching. “Before Miss Tarae did all this to Gallifrey, I exiled Rassilon. She managed to make it time travel capable, but bumped into the Black Guardian, ordering her to retrieve the Key to Time.”

“The Guardian said that order was overrunning the universe, making it stagnate and eventually fall into chaos,” continued Rassilon.

“Something you’d think the Guardian of Chaos and Destruction would want,” said the Doctor, “but, apparently, the Guardian needs to dictate how that’s supposed to go down.”

“And if I didn’t get the Key within six incarnations, I’d be her plaything forever,” Rassilon went on. “I wasted five incarnations to make my bowship time travel capable, then I found the Doctor.”

“After that, we went on a hunt for the segments, found them all…and Rassilon grew along the way,” finished the Doctor.

“…I learned that just because the rest of the universe is not temporally sensitive,” said Rassilon, “it doesn’t mean its suffering is less real. …But it’s a struggle every day. I still don’t know if I’ve fully changed.”

“So how did you get out of that situation?” asked Romana.

“Well, remember the end of our quest for the Key to Time?” quizzed the Doctor. “Where the Black Guardian posed as the White before we figured it out and stopped him?”

“Yes, that’s why we had a randomizer installed in the TARDIS,” replied Romana.

“Well, the White Guardian was doing the same,” explained the Doctor.

“Turns out it was the WHITE Guardian that sent me on that quest to teach me a lesson,” explained Rassilon. “At least, according to her, I passed her test, but…”

“But you’re not sure if you fully believe that,” said Romana.

“No,” admitted Rassilon lamely. “I suppose that’s why I’m doing what I’m doing, to restore Gallifrey.”

“You could just start over elsewhere,” remarked Romana.

“I don’t have a choice!” retorted Rassilon.

“…You do, actually. But you chose an option that served Gallifrey over you.” Romana drew herself up to her full height. “Understand that I have not forgiven you for your past sins, but I can see you’re attempting to repent as best you can.”

“…Whose idea was it to clear the air now?” asked the Doctor.

“Lurra Rus,” replied Rassilon. “She correctly figured that not addressing it would be bad for Gallifrey in the long run.”

“Good work, Lurra,” praised the Doctor.

“Well, I didn’t want the mistakes of my past to be repeated,” replied Lurra Rus.

“…Speaking of resolving things for the good of Gallifrey, we’d better make sure Amy and Miss Tarae don’t kill each other,” said the Doctor as she headed off.

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Doctor Who: Crossings The Specials

Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 2

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date August 7, 2025
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“…Miss Tarae, will you kindly release Amy?” hissed the Doctor.

“Oh, please yourself,” sighed Miss Tarae. “Her death will actually complicate things.” She put her TCE away and Amy rushed to the group. Miss Tarae then saw Susan and smiled. “Well, if it isn’t Susan! Come give your great-aunt a big hug!”

“That’s the Master,” the Doctor explained to Susan.

“Oh,” muttered Susan.

“State your business and begone, Miss Tarae!” demanded Rassilon.

“And I was hoping for something more cordial, especially from the Founder of Time Lord Society,” remarked Miss Tarae.

“Founder of-? That woman can’t be Rassilon!” laughed Susan.

“No, no, it is,” replied the Doctor.

“…WHAT?!” protested Susan. “Grandfather, what is going on here?!”

“It’s a long story,” said Amy. “Doctor, mind if Lurra Rus and I fill her in?”

“Yes, you do that,” replied the Doctor. As Amy and Lurra Rus led Susan away, introducing themselves in the process, the Doctor and Rassilon turned to Rassilon.

“I don’t recall sending the Call to YOU, Miss Tarae,” remarked Rassilon.

“You didn’t, but you DO lack a bit of technology,” replied Miss Tarae. “Engineering dimensions is hardly a one-person effort, even you must admit that.”

“…You found help on that front?” scoffed Rassilon. “I admire your cheek at that blatant lie.”

“It is no lie. I requested the aid of the Thanakians.”

“The Thanakians?!” laughed the Doctor. “I like them well enough, but their most advanced time travel technologies barely reached our most primitive!”

“They DID outpace us in dimensional engineering, Doctor,” replied Rassilon. “But why should I believe that? Let’s just say, Miss Tarae, your arrival and willingness to help is a little…convenient.”

“Oh, come now, Rassilon!” cackled Miss Tarae. “We’re all Prydonians here! We need to make Gallifrey-!”

“Don’t!” snapped the Doctor. “…Just don’t.”

“…Well, now you force a confession from me,” grumbled Miss Tarae. “The truth is that I offered them sanctuary as this world was allegedly still dead.”

“On what grounds?!” protested Rassilon.

“The Thanakians are losing a war,” replied Miss Tarae. “A war against the Rutan Host.”

“The Rutans?!” asked the Doctor. “But they’re still engaged in that interminable war with the Sontarans!”

“War has defined their culture much like it has the Sontarans,” remarked Rassilon.

Susan had to sit down when she got the story. It was a lot to take in. “…Grandfather…” she muttered.

“I know it’s a lot,” soothed Amy. “I still haven’t figured her out.”

“…I have to admit, I didn’t expect the Doctor to be some sort of chosen one,” remarked Lurra Rus.

“Grandfather always poo-poo’s the idea,” said Susan.

“That hasn’t changed,” replied Amy. Susan breathed a sigh of relief.

“Well, so, that’s us all caught up to Gallifrey’s present,” declared Susan, “let’s go see what they’re up to.” The three headed up to the Doctor and her group.

“I sympathize with the Thanakians’ plight,” said Rassilon, “and you DID invite them, so that DOES satisfy my recent edict, but we’re not in a state to accept refugees!”

“If I heard what Amy said correctly,” interjected Susan, “the current state of Gallifrey was a mess YOU, Miss Tarae, had caused!”

“You heard her correctly, my dear,” replied the Doctor.

“Did she tell you about what the Doctor is, Miss Foreman?” asked Miss Tarae.

“She has, but finishing what the Daleks started wasn’t the way to go!” hissed Susan.

“In any event,” said Rassilon, “like I used to be, you’re just a tyrant, Miss Tarae. We need a proper politician, a President of the High Council of Time Lords and while the Doctor HAS shown me what proper morals are, she’s a terrible politician. Her running away from being the Lord President is proof enough.”

“…While true, you didn’t need to go THAT hard!” grumbled the Doctor.

“So who are you retrieving, if not electing any of us?” asked Miss Tarae.

“I presume you’re familiar with Lord President Romanadvoratrelundar?” quizzed Rassilon.

“That weak-willed imbecile?!” snarled Miss Tarae. “She’s the one that sent me to Skaro to stand trial in the first place! She’s the one who signed my death warrant!”

“A death warrant YOU circumvented,” reminded the Doctor. “But I do have to agree, Romana is one of the High Council’s better Presidents. She’ll be able to look at this objectively.”

“Will you need my help, Grandfather?” asked Susan.

“I could use your mathematics skills to check our work, if you don’t mind,” replied the Doctor.

“Well, what about me?!” asked Miss Tarae.

“YOU,” declared the Doctor as she shoved Miss Tarae out of the room, “can wait outside!” She then shut the door. “Amy, could you stand guard?”

“Will do!” chuckled Amy as she summoned her hammer.

“…How is she-?” Susan asked Rassilon.

“Not even your grandfather has figured it out,” replied Rassilon. “And she’s known Miss Rose longer than I have.”

“If Miss Rose can teach Grandfather how to maintain long-term relationships!” muttered Susan.

“OI!” protested the Doctor.

“All right, let’s not get bogged down by who’s terrible with what kind of relationship,” said Rassilon. “Let’s just focus on getting Romana and all that knowledge with her out of that pocket dimension. Let me just make sure I recall how to access it correctly.” She keyed in some figures. “…Aha! That’s it! Doctor, prepare the flux feedback generators. Make sure they stabilize at 4.7.”

“Give me the hard job of stabilizing flux, huh?” chuckled the Doctor.

“Grandfather, that’s supposed to be division,” corrected Susan.

“Oh! So it is!” said the Doctor.

“Miss Rus, how fares the loop engine?” asked Rassilon.

“Climbing to 8.0,” replied Lurra Rus.

“Tell me when it reaches 14.0,” directed Rassilon.

“Still climbing,” reported Lurra Rus. “9.0. 10.0. 11.0. …11.7?”

“That’s a normal variance,” assured Rassilon.

“12.4,” continued Lurra Rus. “…13.7. …Maintaining 13.7. …14.0! NOW!” Rassilon then switched on the Time Scoop and everyone awaited the results. The triangular shape appeared again, then dissipated into a woman with African features. Outside the Time Scoop, piles of books appeared.

“Retrieval complete!” cheered Rassilon. “Madame President, are you all right?”

“Romana? A new bit of cosmetics?” asked the Doctor.

“…May I ask which of you is the Lord President Eternal?” asked the woman, Romana. Rassilon winced.

“Erm, that would be me, Lord President Romana,” she admitted. “Or, at least, that WAS my ti-!” Romana then punched Rassilon square in the nose. Rassilon fell to the floor, clutching her face and crying out in pain.

“Couldn’t you have waited until later?!” protested the Doctor.

“Trust me, she has another one coming,” replied Romana. “…You sound familiar.”

“Romana, it’s me! You know, Princess Astra? You regenerated into her? France? E-Space?”

“Doctor?!” yelped Romana as a smile crossed her face. “Oh, thank goodness!” She then hugged the Doctor. “Still got that quaint Type 40 working?”

“Kind of says something about that class of TARDIS,” interjected Susan, “when it managed to survive all sorts of things, even the loss of Gallifrey.”

“…Oh, that’s right! You’re the Doctor’s granddaughter!” recalled Romana. “She talked about you when I traveled with her, or rather HIM.”

“I’d love to reminisce,” said the Doctor, “but we DO have a matter of some delicacy. Amy, you can let her in now.”

“Right!” replied Amy. She opened the door. “Your presence is required!” she said to Miss Tarae in mock-politeness.

“How kind,” muttered Miss Tarae.

“All right, let me just warn you, Romana,” said the Doctor. “Miss Tarae right there is actually the Master.”

“Madame President,” greeted Miss Tarae.

“…Charmed,” replied Romana.

“Now, let’s all have a nice telepathic conference on our predicament, hm?” suggested the Doctor as she helped Rassilon up.

“All right,” said Romana. “Contact.”

“Contact,” replied Rassilon.

“Contact,” said Susan.

“Contact,” said the Doctor.

“Contact,” finished Miss Tarae. The five Time Lords shut their eyes and concentrated.

“A telepathic-?” asked Lurra Rus.

“It’s a quick way for Time Lords to fill one another in on what’s going on,” explained Amy. It took a while, considering the amount of Time Lords and details, but, eventually, the telepathic conference ended.

“As I said,” remarked Rassilon, “I sympathize with the Thanakians’ plight, but we’re not in a position to accept refugees.”

“Ordinarily, I’d agree with you,” replied Romana, “but consider the reputation we’d build if we accepted allies.”

“Romana, wait a minute,” protested the Doctor, “Miss Tarae here is the one that brought them here and most likely has an ulterior motive for that!”

“You wound me, Doctor,” said Miss Tarae.

“I’ve known you since the Academy.”

“Might I make a suggestion?” offered Susan. “Let’s hear out what the Thanakian Ambassador has to say.”

“Susan’s quite right,” agreed Romana. “Thanakian ships always have at least one ambassador on board.”

“Well, their diplomatic skills ARE the finest in the galaxy,” recalled the Doctor.

“Which galaxy?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Mutter’s Spiral,” replied Rassilon. “What the humans call the Milky Way.”

“…Okay, when this is over, I gotta learn how many names that galaxy has from all the species that live in it.”

“In any event, unless Miss Tarae fatally shrunk her-,” said the Doctor.

“Hang on, my TCE is NOT as overused as your Sonic Screwdriver!” protested Miss Tarae.

“It is,” replied Rassilon and Romana.

“Sonic Screwdriver?” asked Susan.

“And the Thanakian Ambassador insisted on staying on the flagship,” continued Miss Tarae.

“Rassilon, do we have communications?” asked Romana.

“We do. That’s how I got the Call through to the Doctor.”

“Then I’m calling the Thanakians,” declared Romana.

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Doctor Who: Crossings The Specials

Gallifrey’s Rebirth: Part 1

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date August 6, 2025
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Drifting far off in space and time was a planet. It looked to be volcanically active if seen from space, but going down to the surface would reveal it to be rust-brown with brown lakes and gray clouds against a permanent sunset orange sky. On the continent the locals called Wild Endeavor, in between the Mountains of Solace and Solitude, there stood a massive citadel with what looked like a broken snow globe suspended over a pit. This was the Citadel of the Time Lords, the capital of the planet of Gallifrey. Right now, a woman in a blue flamenco dress with a blue rose pinned to her long, wavy, brown hair was connecting wires together in the Panopticon, the main hexagonal chamber of the Capital that, ordinarily, would be green but rubble and ruin took it away. The woman mopped her brow, then heard what sounded like a wheezing, groaning noise that many would liken to “VWORP VWORP”. She made her way to the noise as quick as she could, given her dress. The noise then changed to a single thud and the woman turned a corner to see a 1960’s London Police Box. While the sign said to pull to open, the doors swung INTO the police box rather than to the outside. From the box came a woman in a blue coat and green skirt, a pink furred woman in a black dress, and a blue skinned woman with two headtails sprouting from the back of her scalp. “Doctor!” greeted the woman in the flamenco dress. “And Amy! And…a new companion, I see.”

“Hello again, Rassilon,” greeted the woman in the blue coat, the Time Lord known as the Doctor. She closed the police box, her TARDIS. “I presume,” she said as she locked the TARDIS, “you’re wondering about Lurra Rus here.”

“We JUST finished an adventure involving Project Necromancer and Davros,” explained Amy. “Suffice to say, he tried to make himself Force-sensitive, but failed, and now he flew away in a DARDIS.”

“I have to admit,” said Lurra Rus the Twi’lek, “I much prefer a TARDIS.”

“Told you!” chuckled Amy.

“…Then Dr. Davies has left?” asked Rassilon.

“He went back home after I dropped you off,” explained the Doctor. “But Lurra Rus is an engineer, although if I’m reading this right, she wants to be a model.”

“And find a new home away from my old galaxy,” said Lurra Rus.

“I see. Well, I do apologize for thrusting you into our problems, Lurra Rus,” replied Rassilon. “However, I do appreciate your promptness, Doctor.”

“And I think we’re due for an explanation, Rassilon,” remarked the Doctor.

“Yes, the reason for why I called you, Doctor. …I need your help in wiring the Time Scoop to the Eye of Harmony.”

“The Time Scoop?! What on Earth for?!”

“To rescue two Time Lords I believe you know, Doctor,” explained Rassilon. “Do the names Susan Foreman and Romanadvoratrelundar mean anything to you?”

“…Susan and Romana? What about them?” asked the Doctor.

“Doctor, I have a radical idea of using the Looms to restore Gallifrey’s people and I’m referring to ALL of her people, not just us Time Lords, but I need Romana’s experience as the President of the High Council and Susan’s learned humanity to help make the new Gallifrey better,” elaborated Rassilon.

“But isn’t Romana in some alternate dimension?” asked the Doctor.

“She is, but I know a way to get her and all the knowledge I initially put in there back onto Gallifrey, right here in the Capital,” replied Rassilon.

“And I presume that’s going to be done via the time scoop.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Right then.” The Doctor then turned to her confused companions. “Susan and Romana are both Time Lords. Romana was my companion and Susan…well, she’s my granddaughter.”

“YOUR GRANDDAUGHTER?!” yelped Amy.

“That can’t be! You’re nowhere near old enough!” protested Lurra Rus.

“Well, that point, I’m not too terribly worried about,” remarked Amy. “Time Lords live longer than us anyways. But still, you were married and had kids and grandkids?!”

“My first marriage ended in a divorce,” replied the Doctor. “Didn’t do so well with Susan’s parents.”

“…Doctor, it sounds like you’re terrible with long-term relationships,” remarked Rassilon.

“OI! Get off your high horse, Miss Lord President Eternal!” snapped the Doctor.

“Okay, fair enough. In any event, Doctor, I need your help because, after I use the Time Scoop, I need it deconstructed.”

“Not going to risk someone using it to put people in the Death Zone? I can get behind that. You’ll need Susan’s coordinates.”

“What can we do to help?” asked Amy. Rassilon looked embarrassed.

“Well, unless one of you is an engineer…” she said.

“I am, as the Doctor pointed out,” answered Lurra Rus.

“That she did! I do beg your pardon!” replied Rassilon. “Amy?”

“Nope, that’s still not my forte,” sighed Amy. “Well, that DOES make me a-.” Her ear twitched as she heard a noise. “…Everyone.”

“I hear it too!” replied the Doctor. “That’s a Type 75!”

“Oh no!” complained Rassilon.

“Oh, not her!” realized Amy. “PLEASE tell me not her!”

“I did NOT call her!” Rassilon said to the Doctor.

“Erm, what’s-?” asked Lurra Rus.

“It’s Miss Tarae,” explained Amy. “She’s a Time Lord.”

“Oh, like Rassilon and the Doctor?”

“No, not like us!” replied the Doctor. “She’s a petty dictator.”

“…Doctor, I was a petty dictator,” reminded Rassilon. “Still working on it.”

“Yeah, but SHE’S not. So what is she up to? …Amy, I hate to ask, but-.”

“You want me to go greet her?” asked Amy.

“Use your hammer if you need to,” replied the Doctor. “You know, in case she gets a little racist.”

“Oh, yes please!” chuckled Amy as she summoned her hammer. She then followed the noise with a wicked grin on her face.

“…Where does that-?” asked Lurra Rus.

“No clue,” replied the Doctor and Rassilon.

“Now, Doctor, Miss Rus,” said Rassilon, “let me brief you on the idea.”

Amy entered a hangar. There were berths meant for something to rest in. Right now, only ONE berth was being used. In it was a silver cabinet. A tall compartment inside the cabinet then slid out and out stepped the familiar blonde, pink Lolita outfit wearing Miss Tarae, usually known as the Master. Miss Tarae blinked when she saw Amy. “Welcome home, Miss Tarae!” greeted Amy. While she had the façade of being cheerful, Amy’s voice was venomous.

“Miss Rose, what, pray tell,” hissed Miss Tarae, “are YOU doing here? Did the Doctor decide to take you on a field trip?”

“Well, believe it or not, this is my second visit,” replied Amy. “That’s thanks to Rassilon saying that alien friends of Time Lords are welcome after the Doctor lifted her exile. As for why I’m here now, well, Rassilon needs the Doctor’s help.”

“I’m smarter than the Doctor,” remarked Miss Tarae.

“You’re also more treacherous than her and Rassilon needed someone to trust.”

“Trust. BAH!” scoffed Miss Tarae.

“I’m surprised you’re not rotting in Ganondorf’s dungeon,” remarked Amy.

“No primitive cell can hold me,” replied Miss Tarae. “As for why I’m here, well, I need to speak with Rassilon immediately.”

“Well, she’d love to have a chat,” said Amy, acting like a secretary, “but she’s up to her eyeballs in paperwork. Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week?” She suddenly found herself staring at a heart-themed wand. “…Is that a magical girl wand or that Tissue Compression Eliminator I heard about?”

“It’s the latter, I assure you,” replied Miss Tarae. “Now, perhaps if you could see your way to getting me an audience with the Lord President Eternal?”

“…Well, if you’re begging me,” said Amy. “This way.” She led the wicked Time Lord away from her TARDIS.

“Induction channel steady,” reported Lurra Rus.

“Flux Comparative at proper flux,” said the Doctor.

“Feeding in the power from the Eye,” called Rassilon. “…Time Scoop activated. Coordinates confirmed. Retrieving now.”

“I certainly hope it’s after her partner’s death,” sighed the Doctor. Inside what looked like a closet, a strange, shimmering, triangular shape appeared. The shape then dissipated to reveal an old woman with short, wavy hair and a naturally bewildered expression.

“What in-?! Where am I?!” yelped the woman. “Who are you?!”

“Miss Foreman, easy,” soothed Rassilon. “It was a Time Scoop, but I needed your expertise on humanity to-.”

“A Time Scoop?!” said the woman. “You plucked me out of my home with a Time Scoop?! And is this Gallifrey?!”

“It is, Susan,” replied the Doctor. “Specifically, we’re in a room outside the Panopticon. We’re home, after all this time.”

“…Home?” asked Susan as familiarity crossed her features. She then gasped.

“Yes. It’s me,” said the Doctor. “That stupid old buffer that left you on Earth after the Dalek Occupation.”

“…Grandfather!” whispered Susan.

“Well, GrandMOTHER, if you-.” Susan interrupted the Doctor with a hug as tears rolled down her face.

“I thought you died!” she sobbed. “The messages stopped and I thought you died!”

“…I lived, Susan,” soothed the Doctor as she hugged her granddaughter. “But the rest of Gallifrey didn’t.”

“What do you mean?” asked Susan.

“Oh, yuck!” complained a voice. Everyone whirled to see Miss Tarae pointing her TCE at Amy.

“…Announcing the presence of Miss Tarae,” muttered Amy.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 2

Temporal Trifecta: Part 4

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date May 28, 2025
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Miss Tarae and Ganondorf were in the throne room, discussing plans. “…So…” said Miss Tarae. “…About the inherent power struggle over the Key…”

“I was wondering how to broach that topic,” replied Ganondorf. “We obviously have our own designs, but I have armies at my command. How could YOU wrest the Key from me?”

“Now, now,” chided Miss Tarae. “Let’s not go into spoilers. For now, let’s see how our guests are doing.” She fired up several monitors. “All right, Doctor, let’s see if you’re more coopera…Doctor?”

“…Why did you trail off?” asked Ganondorf suspiciously.

“Where are they?” quizzed Miss Tarae. She started checking more monitors. “Doctor, who took you out of your cell?” She then spotted the Doctor and her friends racing down the corridor with the last segment in their hands. “DOCTOOOORRR!” screamed Miss Tarae. Ganondorf turned to his forces.

“Which of you idiots let Link in?!” he demanded.

“B-But, he solved the gate puzzle!” whimpered the Bokoblin. “He HAS to be an ally to you!”

“FOOLS! THOSE PUZZLES ARE WHAT ALLOW LINK TO ADAPT ON THE BATTLEFIELD! AND HE’S A BLONDE WEARING A GREEN TUNIC! HIS APPEARANCE HASN’T CHANGED!”

“Stop them, you IDIOTS!” shouted Miss Tarae. “Do NOT let them reach the blue box!”

“WHO’S THE ASS WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM?!” yelped William as he dodged a Bokoblin’s flaming spear.

“Miss Tarae set up security cameras along the walls,” replied Rassilon as she overturned a table and shoved it into a Moblin. “See those green things on the walls?”

“At this stage in Hyrule’s development?!” protested the Doctor.

“Oh, lovely!” complained Link. “Ganondorf’s discovered that technology! Must have had help from a Yiga Clan spy in Purah’s workforce!”

“…You…know what-?” Amy’s question stopped when she saw something blue and familiar! “THE TARDIS! OVER THERE!”

“QUICKLY! INSIDE!” ordered the Doctor as she got the TARDIS key out of her pocket.

“We can’t all fit in that tiny-!” The Doctor opened the door and pulled Link inside. Link goggled when he saw the interior. “…Box?” he finished. “…Is this…? I mean, are we-?!”

“Time and Relative Dimensions in Space,” said the Doctor. “The TARDIS! Designed by Rassilon over there!”

“Well, I had help,” replied Rassilon.

“…It’s like a Zonai Shrine!” said Link.

“…Sorry?” asked the Doctor.

“Yeah! The Zonai made shrines that took you into another dimension!” explained Link. “Is this another-?!”

“You mean the Zonai engineered dimensions too?!” complained Rassilon. The TARDIS then shook.

“What’s going on?!” yelped Link. William checked the scanner.

“Hoo boy!” he said. “We’ve got uglies outside with Ganondorf firing purple fireballs!”

“Don’t panic, the TARDIS is virtually indestructible!” replied the Doctor.

“‘Virtually’ being the active word here!” said Rassilon. The Time Rotor then moved.

“And that would be the HADS kicking in,” sighed the Doctor.

“HADS?” asked Amy.

“Hostile Action Displacement System,” explained Rassilon. “If a TARDIS is facing enough force that can destroy it, it will simply move to a relatively safer location with all defenses switched on.” The Doctor checked the console.

“And the safer location,” she reported, “happens to be on the Inner Wall of Hyrule Castle. William, the segments we have, please?”

“Got it!” William went to a nearby room and retrieved the segments. Once William returned, Link pulled out the segment that was Zelda.

“All right, we need to assemble all six segments and stick the tracer into the completed Key,” instructed the Doctor.

“Leave that to me,” said Link.

“Seriously, do leave it to him, Doctor,” suggested Rassilon. “He’s good at puzzles.”

“…All right, Link. It’s your show.” Link nodded and quickly assembled the segments into a perfect crystal cube with the tracer sticking out of the top.

“Done and done!” he said.

“Good work, Link!” praised Amy.

“Excellent!” sighed Rassilon. “Time to get this to the Black Guardian?”

“…Why the Black Guardian?” asked the Doctor.

“…That’s who assigned me this quest, remember?” replied Rassilon.

“But we have the Key to Time,” remarked the Doctor. “We have the power to do anything we like. …Absolute power over every particle in the universe…everything that has ever existed or ever will exist.” Now her friends were getting worried.

“Doctor…” said William.

“As of this moment…are you listening to me?” continued the Doctor.

“Y-Yes,” said a terrified Amy. The Doctor then suddenly grabbed the hedgehog girl by the shoulders, a crazed look in her eyes!

“Of course, if you’re not listening, I can make you listen!” hissed the Doctor. “I can make anyone do anything!” Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head with the pleasure of power at her fingertips! “From this moment onwards, there’s no such thing as free will in the entire universe! There’s only MY will…because I possess the KEY TO TIME!” During the Doctor’s rant, Link reached for his sword as Rassilon opened a drawer in the console, reaching for a mallet.

“Doctor, you’re spouting the same nonsense Miss Tarae would speak if she got ahold of it!” warned Rassilon. “The same nonsense I spouted during the Time War!”

“Well, I had to,” replied the Doctor, her demeanor changing at the speed of light! “Imagine if I really WAS that power-hungry, or if you still were.” Everyone’s mood went from concern to annoyance. Rassilon smacked the Doctor upside the head with enough force to knock her hat off!

“Don’t scare us like that!” protested William. “Most of us have only one heart here! We can’t afford a heart attack like you and Rassilon can!”

“So, the real plan?” asked Link.

“We have to use this Key to restore the balance ourselves,” replied the Doctor. “Can you imagine what would happen if the Black Guardian got ahold of it?”

“Not really, but nothing good can come of that,” remarked William. Amy then saw something on the scanner.

“…Doctor, there’s a blonde lady in black Time Lord robes outside the TARDIS,” she said. Rassilon froze in fear!

“The Black Guardian!” she whispered. “She’s here!” The Doctor headed to the scanner and flicked a switch.

“Well, well, well!” she said. “It’s been a long time since we last met. When was it, when you had a bird on your head and tried to have Turlough kill me?”

“Enough with the pleasantries, Doctor!” hissed the Black Guardian. “I know you helped my slave gather the Key to Time for me! Lower the TARDIS’ defenses and give me the Key or I shall pick it out of the wreckage!”

“You really intend to restore balance, then?” asked the Doctor.

“Naturally! Entropy must accelerate according to MY whims! Not the whims of ants like those humans you seem to have an affinity for!”

“And the segments of the Key?”

“I will have no further use of the Key! It will be dispersed and scattered across time and space!”

“And the items and people?”

“Yes, yes, they shall be restored! Now surrender the Key!”

“…One second,” replied the Doctor. “I must test it.” The Doctor turned to the Key. “Key to Time, I command you…to stay where you are while I let her in!”

“WHAT?!” yelped everyone. Rassilon saw what the Doctor was doing.

“Doctor, you’re lowering the TARDIS’ defenses!” she protested.

“Are you really rolling out the carpet for someone that’s supposed to be evil incarnate?!” yelped Amy.

“Why, Miss Rose, Rassilon, you two are color-blind!” chuckled the Doctor. “Unable to tell the difference between black…and white!” The Doctor snapped her fingers and the TARDIS doors opened. A bright light then flooded the console room from outside.

“MY EYES!” cried Link.

“WHO REMADE THE FIZZGIG?!” shouted William. The woman then stepped into the TARDIS…and her robes went from jet-black to sheet white while her skin and hair’s melanin increased to give her African features.

“My congratulations for seeing through my little deception, Doctor,” said the woman kindly. “It turns out you’re still able to tell the difference between me and my black sister.”

“W-Wait a minute,” said William. “What’s going on?”

“The REAL Black Guardian wouldn’t care about Zelda’s life or getting rid of the Key when she was done with it,” explained the Doctor. “Nor would she care about the balance of the universe. She’d hold onto the Key and accelerate the stagnation of order to make way for perpetual chaos.”

“Then, it WASN’T the Black Guardian that put me on this quest?” asked Rassilon.

“No, Rassilon,” replied the White Guardian. “It was me disguised as my sister.”

“…Why me?” asked Rassilon.

“Because you have a long labor to perform,” explained the White Guardian. “But I needed to make sure you were humble enough to do it. That’s why I gave you a quest that required the Doctor’s help. You needed to learn from her how not to be a power-mad dictator like you were during the Time War.”

“A labor?” asked Rassilon. “What’s that?”

“With Tecteun gone, your planet can be restored.” The Doctor and Rassilon’s eyes widened.

“…Restored?” whispered the Doctor. “The Time Lords? …B-But they-!”

“Miss Tarae didn’t purge the Matrix of previous Time Lords,” realized Rassilon. “…Connect the Matrix to the Looms again…”

“…Gallifrey can be restored!” A happy tear rolled down the Doctor’s cheek. She looked at the White Guardian. “It’s your show right now, Ma’am,” she said.

“Key to Time,” said the White Guardian, “I command you to stop the universe for a bit, reset the balance between order and chaos, then disperse yourself to six new corners of time and space, restoring that which your segments once were.” The Key floated into the air, everything then stopped, then the Key exploded into its six segments, vanishing into time and space. Once that was done, Zelda faded into the console room. Link gasped.

“Z-Zelda!” he whispered.

“I told you I’d be back, Link,” replied Zelda. The two Hylians then kissed as the White Guardian faded away.

“…I won’t lose you again!” promised Link.

“…I think I’d better take some self-defense classes, then,” mused Zelda. “…Until then…perhaps that cute Gerudo outfit could grace my chambers?” Link grinned.

“As you wish, your Highness,” he replied.

“Oh, good grief!” complained the Doctor. “And I thought the Ponds got freaky in their bedroom.”

“Link, Zelda,” called Amy, “you sure you don’t want one trip?”

“Oi! My TARDIS!” protested the Doctor.

“…No thank you,” said Link.

“I think we’ll stick to present-day Hyrule,” said Zelda. “Goodbye, Doctor. And thank you.” The two Hylians left.

“…Well, Rassilon,” mused the Doctor, “going to take up your position as President of the Time Lords again?”

“…Not this time. Gallifrey will someone more free-thinking,” said Rassilon. “I’m going to retire from public life. Time for the Madness of Rassilon to be consigned to our planet’s history, as it should, with every act discussed in the Academy.”

“Then there’s one more stop on this trip,” declared the Doctor. “You don’t mind if I bring Amy and William along, do you?”

“Does this mean my exile is lifted, Doctor?”

“I think you’ve learned your lesson, Rassilon.”

“…Dr. William Davies, Miss Amy Rose, you two are cordially invited to come to Gallifrey, such as it is right now,” said Rassilon.

On a distant world, far off the edge of time and space where only time-travel capable people could access, the ruins of a citadel stood. The main citadel was suspended over a pit with a broken glass dome while buildings lined the edge of the pit. There was no noise except the wind. …Right up until the TARDIS announced its arrival in the usual manner. Once it fully materialized, everyone stepped out. Amy and William, still taking into account that this was after a massive war and Miss Tarae’s machinations, gasped in surprise and wonder. “So…this is…” whispered William.

“Gallifrey,” replied the Doctor. “Specifically, the Citadel of the Time Lords in between the mountains of solace and solitude on the continent of Wild Endeavor.”

“It was here that I founded Time Lord Society,” said Rassilon, “here that Gallifrey had its final battle with the Daleks, here that Miss Tarae destroyed what was initially rebuilt…and it is here I shall restore the Time Lords and pass on the lessons you taught me, Doctor. I swear, this won’t be the stuffy Gallifrey you and your granddaughter ran away from. It shall be as fluid as Earth.”

“…I’m going to hold you to that, Rassilon,” chuckled the Doctor.

“…I guess this was it, huh?” asked Amy. “The Doctor once said Gallifrey was off-limits to non-Time Lords.”

“…Tell you what, any non-Time Lords that are friends of Time Lords can come see it,” decided Rassilon. “You’ll see Gallifrey restored to a new glory, one that isn’t so stuffy!”

“You call if you need help, all right?” said the Doctor. “Video or telepathic makes no difference. …Goodbye, Rassilon. And good luck.”

“It was nice seeing you, Rassilon,” said Amy, “even with the rough start.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thanks for roping us into that quest,” chuckled William. The trio then reentered the TARDIS and it took off.

“…Goodbye, everyone,” said Rassilon. “…Right. Better get to work.”

The Doctor fiddled with the console controls as the Time Rotor moved up and down as usual. “So,” she said, “where to next? The Eye of Orion? The Moons of Kaska VII? Ooh! Raxacoricofallapatorius! You’d love that!”

“…I was thinking…Earth,” said William. “June. 2025. Outside Avengers’ Tower.” The Doctor’s hand stopped.

“…Why?” she asked, though she guessed the answer and so did Amy.

“William, are you…?” asked Amy.

“It’s time for me to leave,” explained William. “I need to help guide Earth to the future of the 30^th century, hell, to the point where we have a colony that produces YOU, Amy.”

“…I…I see,” muttered the Doctor.

“I won’t tell anyone about the future,” promised William, “but I can at least guide them to it, help Earth with the growing pains.” The Doctor stepped to William…then brought him into a hug.

“…It’s been great travelling with you, William,” she said. “I’m so glad you could join me, even after that mess with Dr. Doom and Loki.”

“…You’re not gonna forget us, are you?” asked Amy, her eyes welling with tears as she joined in the hug.

“Not in a million years,” promised William. “As long as you guys don’t forget me.”

“Never,” promised the Doctor.

Clint Barton and Natasha Romanov were in the Avengers’ training room, working on their usual skills. As they trained, a noise they heard five months ago filled the air. “Is that the-?” asked Natasha. The TARDIS then appeared just as an arrow flew through the air. The arrow embedded itself into the door!

“Computer, cut training!” called Clint. The room switched off as the TARDIS door opened, revealing a very annoyed Doctor and William.

“First Lady Peinforte, then Queen Elizabeth I’s guards, now YOU, Hawkeye?! Is there a bullseye on the door?!” snapped the Doctor.

“Looks like your coordinates slipped a little, Doctor,” remarked William.

“Is there trouble again?” asked Natasha.

“Nope, just coming home after a fun ride with the Doctor,” replied William. He turned back to the Doctor as she removed the arrow from her door. “See you later, Doctor! And do let me know if and when you regenerate, okay?”

“Will do, William!” replied the Doctor. “And make your life the best one!” She returned to the TARDIS and it took off again.

“…Still missed my chance,” muttered Hawkeye.

“Maybe later,” chuckled Natasha. “So, Dr. Davies, what sights did you see?”

“Hoo boy, do I have stories!” cackled William.

Inside the TARDIS, Amy sat in one of the chairs as the Doctor worked the console. “He’ll keep his promises of not revealing the future,” remarked the Doctor. “I might check on him from time to time.”

“…You’re sure?” asked Amy. “I couldn’t imagine keeping track of all my friends if I lived as long as you. I’m sure to forget.”

“…I can’t forget my companions, Amy. …I won’t.” The Doctor sat down next to her.

“Doctor, can you even remember your family? And I mean the one that made you into what you are, not Rassilon’s old friend.”

“Oh, I remember both when I want to. And that’s the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they sleep in my mind, and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You’ll find there’s so much else to think about. So, remember, our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing. There’s nobody in the universe that can do what we’re doing. …Now, come on. Where shall we go?”

“…How about…one of the worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea’s asleep, and the rivers dream; people made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there’s danger, somewhere there’s injustice.”

“And somewhere else the tea’s getting cold!” finished the Doctor as both she and Amy stood up, grinning.

“Come on, Doctor! We’ve got work to do!” declared Amy. The Doctor fiddled with the controls once again, letting Amy pull a few levers and press a few buttons. Deep in the heart of the TARDIS, the old time machine chuckled to itself, happy that its pilot was happy.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 2

Temporal Trifecta: Part 3

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date May 28, 2025
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Southwest of Central Hyrule, there was a plateau, the Great Plateau, the location of the Shrine of Resurrection where Link slept for a full century, losing a good portion of his memory in the process. The shrine travel gate was reactivated and three figures of blue light appeared. The blue light then faded into Link, Rassilon, and William. “…The Sheikah Tribe’s ancestors made teleporters?!” asked William.

“Technically, the Zonai did, but the Sheikah made better ones,” explained Link. He then looked at his right arm. “Sorry, Rauru.”

“So why are we here?” asked Rassilon. “We have to find a way into Ganondorf’s castle and rescue Zelda.”

“Rassilon, we have the tracer and…well…we ARE on a quest,” sighed William.

“And as to why you’re here,” said Link, “it’s because there’s a discovery we made that might give us a clue.” Link led everyone out of the old Shrine and brought them to the base of a small mountain, Mount Hylia. Rassilon and William goggled once they saw a familiar structure.

“…Rassilon, isn’t that-?!” asked William.

“A bowship! …MY bowship!” confirmed Rassilon.

“Is this from after you sent it away from the TARDIS?” Rassilon checked her key fob.

“…Temporal origin confirmed. That IS from directly after I sent it away and roped you all into my quest for the Key to Time.”

“That’s impossible,” said Link. “The Sheikah say it’s been buried for 12,000 years, longer than the Imprisoning War.”

“And we’ve been searching for the Key for only weeks,” replied William. “Perspective is relative when you’re time-traveling.”

“And it looks like it was forced open recently,” remarked Rassilon. “And there’s only three that could do that.”

“But only one of those three was here early enough to do it,” deduced William. “So, the question becomes what did Miss Tarae learn?”

“Let’s check the flight logs,” replied Rassilon. “They’ll be the first thing she’ll look for. They wouldn’t have stopped recording until the ship landed here without a pilot.” The three entered the bowship. “This is a new development,” chuckled Rassilon. “To my knowledge, you two are the first non-Gallifreyans to enter a bowship.” She headed to the main computer and keyed in a few commands. A screen switched on and an old man appeared. He was bald, wore red and gold Time Lord robes without the skull cap, held a staff with an elaborate design on top and a silver gauntlet on his left hand.

“This is the Bowship of Rassilon!” barked the old man. “Intruders, you shall be executed for this!”

“Security Override Gamma,” replied Rassilon as she looked into an apparatus for scanning eyes. “Passcode: Omega, Tecteun, V, One, One, Seven. Execute retina scan.” The apparatus scanned her eyes.

“…Security Override confirmed,” reported the old man. “So, Rassilon, you regenerated from that Victorian woman. What’s this, Spanish Dancer? You’re letting the Doctor’s favorite planet influence you.”

“Oh, shut up, Rassilon,” scoffed Rassilon.

“Hang on, did you just call him Rassilon?!” asked William. “That’s one of your previous incarnations?!”

“That’s the current human that’s travelling with the Doctor, isn’t it?” asked the old man. “The one with the pink and black hedgehog girl that listened in to the briefing about our circumstances?”

“Yes, Rassilon, it is. And yes, William, that computer program’s avatar IS based off of one of my previous incarnations,” confirmed Rassilon.

“Incarnations?” asked Link.

“Time Lords stave off death by changing their bodies completely,” explained William. “A side effect includes a different personality. So, Rassilon, you Time Lords can change your sex?”

“Of course,” replied Rassilon. “If I may boast, we Gallifreyans were the most advanced civilization in the universe. Social constructs like gender were beneath us.”

“…Yet you were the founder of Time LORD society.”

“…Yeah, shut up,” grumbled Rassilon.

“A bit disrespectful, isn’t he?” remarked Old Man Rassilon.

“He’s earned that right,” replied Present Day Rassilon. “Now, did you get any intruders here before us?”

“The Master in a new female body, yes,” confirmed Old Man Rassilon. “She discovered our begging the Doctor for help and tracked the TARDIS’ flight path, sending a message about the Key to Time to various threats in those time zones.”

“So that’s how people like the Autons and the Weeping Angels knew!” realized William. “And she’s probably told Ganondorf!”

“All readings taken passively,” explained Old Man Rassilon, “indicated that the current monarch of this time, Zelda, is the last segment. Subsequent research of local history and legends confirm it.”

“Told you,” said Link. Present Day Rassilon sighed.

“That’s really all we needed to know,” she said. “Rassilon, get this bowship out of here. Hyrule’s had enough cultural contamination. Await this signal.” She keyed in the frequency. “That will let you know that my mission is complete and that I am ready to be picked up.”

“Understood, Madame President Eternal,” replied Old Man Rassilon. The ship then powered up.

“Come on, everyone, we need to leave,” called Present Day Rassilon. Everyone left, then the bowship rose into the air and left the atmosphere of the planet.

“…We could have used that to get to Ganondorf’s castle,” remarked William.

“That would have resulted in cultural contamination,” replied Rassilon.

“Oh, we don’t need that anyways,” said Link. “I’ve got a better flying machine in mind!”

“…You guys are making-?” muttered William. “You know what, later. Right now, we’re in a bit of a conundrum, what with Zelda being the last segment!”

“If the White Guardian gave me this mission, I wouldn’t be so worried,” said Rassilon. “Once finished, the Key would disperse, the items or people the segments once were would be restored, and the segments would find new forms. …But it was the Black Guardian instead.”

“You think the Black Guardian would try and keep the Key?” asked William.

“I know they will. …We need to get to Ganondorf’s castle to figure out what to do with the Doctor and Amy involved as well as Zelda.”

“And if Ganondorf or Miss Tarae get the tracer?”

“Well, we’d better hope the Doctor can fix it on the fly. Link, you said you had a means of making us a way to get there?”

“Watch this!” replied Link. He thrust his right hand out and several devices and panels appeared, creating a crude flying machine. “The Hyrule Sky King!” said Link proudly. “Hop on!”

“…There is no way this thing is aerodynamic enough!” replied William as he and Rassilon hopped on. Link then grabbed a control bar and the machine took off! He made it bob up and down, cackling all the while. Rassilon looked a little green in the gills. “Hey, quit waving bye-bye!” complained William. “I’m getting sea-sick here!”

“Oh, you’re as bad as Zelda! This is fun!” laughed Link as he continued flying the contraption.

The Doctor and Amy were brought to Zelda in her cell. The poor princess looked pensive. “Your Highness?” asked the Doctor.

“…I take it Miss Tarae and Ganondorf told you who or what I was?” sighed Zelda.

“Yeah, they did,” replied Amy. “…It’s…it’s put us in a pickle.”

“I really don’t want to do that with one of Amy’s friends, but I also don’t want the Black Guardian’s wrath. …What would be the wise thing to do?”

“…You’ll have to turn me into the last segment,” said Zelda. “I know my duty.”

“But if the Black Guardian uses the entire key-!”

“The balance will be restored.”

“But we’ll lose you! LINK will lose you!”

“…It’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, Doctor.”

“If there’s no choice involved, then it isn’t really a sacrifice! Zelda, you’re not facing a choice! You’re facing an ultimatum! I can’t-!”

“Doctor!” snapped Zelda, shutting the Doctor up. “…My mind is made up. …Just…find some way to keep the Key to Time out of Miss Tarae and Ganondorf’s hands.”

“…As you wish,” sighed the Doctor.

Link’s flying machine attracted the attention of the guards outside Ganondorf’s castle. “…I thought he gave up that arm,” remarked a Bokoblin.

“Never mind that!” snapped a Lizalfos. “Fire!” The monsters fired arrows of various kinds at them. Link dodged them all and brought his passengers to a part of Ganondorf’s castle that wasn’t that great at security. “All right, let’s be careful,” warned Link as he drew his sword and shield. “I’d rather NOT have everyone here aware of our presence.”

“Link, you stick out like a sore thumb, what with that tunic and gear!” hissed William.

“Hold it!” called a Bokoblin’s voice. “Only Ganondorf’s allies can enter here! You look too stupid to be one of them!” The Bokoblin leveled a club at them.

“…How do we prove we’re smart enough to be your master’s allies?” asked Link, changing tack. The Bokoblin tossed Link a nine-by-nine-by-nine cube with various symbols on each side.

“Match all the glyphs with the glyphs in the center of each side,” instructed the Bokoblin. William and Rassilon realized what it was.

“Isn’t that a puzzle toy from Earth?” Rassilon asked William.

“A Rubik’s Cube, yes,” replied William. Link grinned and rotated each face of the cube until all the glyphs were the same on each side.

“Boom,” he said.

“…Huh, you ARE smart enough,” remarked the Bokoblin. “Sorry about that. Gotta watch out for that Hero of Hyrule, you know.” He opened the gate.

“Oh, we completely understand,” soothed Link as he led his team inside. The group then made their way to the dungeon and found the Doctor and her cellmates.

“Doctor!” hissed William.

“William! Get out of here!” replied the Doctor. “And take Rassilon with you! Zelda’s-!”

“She hasn’t accepted her fate, has she?!” whispered Rassilon.

“…You know?”

“I told them,” replied Link. “Zelda, is that true? You’re REALLY letting yourself be turned into the last segment?!”

“Link, please understand-!”

“What kind of plan involves giving Ganondorf what he wants?!” Zelda gestured for Link to come closer. Link obeyed and Zelda whispered something in his ear. Link goggled, then sighed. “…We’ll keep you out of Ganondorf’s hands,” promised Link. “You and the other segments.”

“Thank you,” said Zelda. “Now, my friends, your…tracer, please?” Rassilon sighed as she reluctantly pointed the tracer at Zelda. It crackled, then Zelda was surrounded by a bright light before becoming the last segment of the Key to Time.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 2

Temporal Trifecta: Part 2

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date May 24, 2025
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The heroes rushed to the main courtyard as Ganondorf and his forces engaged the Hylian soldiers and the delegates. Ganondorf was showing no mercy. “This is the best you can do, Zelda?!” he laughed. “I suppose, when you have Link, you’re lax in training your men!”

“Says the guy that uses weak uglies!” called Link as he pulled out what looked like a tablet.

“…This isn’t the time for Candy Crush!” protested the Doctor.

“I’m thinking…Magnet Pile,” replied Link. A holographic magnet then appeared and projected magnetic waves onto the broken metal door the enemy forces were standing on. He then raised the tablet and the door carried the Bokoblins up into the air. Link then maneuvered the door over Ganondorf, then twisted it so that the Bokoblins fell onto Ganondorf.

“ARGH! GET OFF ME!” roared the dark sorcerer as he used his power to create a shockwave that flung the Bokoblins off him. He then flew at Link in a rage! Link leapt out of the way, drawing his sword and shield and (at least for him) slowed down time long enough to score multiple sword strikes on Ganondorf. The ability then died down and Ganondorf blocked the next sword swing!

“Are we really doing this song and dance again?” taunted Link. “You know, for all your supposed mastery of the Triforce of Power, you never really win!”

“Mock me all you want, boy!” snarled Ganondorf. “Throughout every timeline, I always return! You cannot defeat me that easily!”

“Every timeline?” muttered the Doctor. Amy then came to her rescue by slamming her hammer into a Moblin’s skull! Rassilon then punched a Bokoblin’s throat.

“Doctor, this is not the time to be distracted!” snapped Rassilon.

“We’ve got it! We’ve got it!” called another Bokoblin. The ‘It’ he was referring to was the TARDIS as he commanded a red-maned Lynel to haul the TARDIS.

“OI! THAT’S MINE!” called the Doctor as she leapt onto the Lynel.

“HELP!” called Zelda as a silver-maned Lynel carried her away. As Link was about to pursue, a blue-maned Lynel carrying Miss Tarae and Amy knocked him out.

Link groaned as he woke up. He saw a stone ceiling. “…Not the Shrine of Resurrection, then,” he mumbled. “…Memories are still there. Good. Now-!”

“Lay back down there!” snapped William as he gently pushed Link onto the bed. “You’re lucky you Hylians are similar to humans. That Lynel hit you good!”

“But Zelda!” protested Link. “And your friends-!

“Sidon is gathering the remaining Sages…whatever they are. They’re gathering armies for an assault on Ganondorf’s castle. We’ll get everyone back.”

“Link, perhaps you can explain something to me,” said Rassilon as she stepped into the room. “Your arm, for a start.”

“I was about to ask, that’s not a normal Hylian arm, is it?” asked William as he pointed at Link’s right arm. It seemed to be covered in dark gray fur and had bronze arm attachments on it.

“…It’s King Rauru’s arm,” explained Link.

“Rauru? The Zonai Leader?” asked Rassilon.

“And Zelda’s first ancestor,” replied Link. “In this timeline, he was the one that sealed Ganondorf away, but Ganondorf released an avatar called Calamity Ganon. I beat that avatar and Ganondorf when he was fully resurrected, but his defeat opened my mind to the previous iterations of Hyrule.”

“So that’s why there’s so much temporal disturbance here,” remarked Rassilon. “This world sits upon a rift that opens into the Time Vortex.”

“So far, there were five main timelines,” explained Link.

“…You’re in the sixth one, aren’t you?” asked Rassilon. “That’s why the TARDIS was directed here.”

“Hm?”

“…We’re looking for a segment of a powerful artefact called the Key to Time,” explained Rassilon. Link’s eyes went wide.

“…I think I know exactly who you’re looking for,” he said.

“…Who?” asked William, confused by Link’s word choice.

In Ganondorf’s castle, the Doctor groaned as she rubbed her head. “Oof. Felt like I wrestled a Sontaran.”

“Doctor!” called Amy’s voice. She ran up to the bed the Doctor was lying on.

“Amy! You’re all right!” said the Doctor as she sat up.

“Yeah, but Zelda’s been taken!” replied Amy.

“Taken? To where?” asked the Doctor.

“That’s not your concern, Time Lord,” cackled Ganondorf’s voice. Amy rolled her eyes.

“I should have known you’d still go after Zelda!” she hissed.

“Still?” asked the Doctor. “Ganondorf, are you still obsessed with Zelda’s power? That’s so old! Clichéd, even!”

“This is not a play, Doctor,” purred Ganondorf, “but you could say it’s the final curtain for you!” The Doctor then collapsed, clutching her sides.

“DOCTOR!” yelped Amy. She ran over and turned the Doctor over…then the Doctor’s laughter echoed throughout the dungeon.

“CURTAIN! AHAHAHAHAHA!” she cackled.

“STOP LAUGHING!” shouted a very slighted Ganondorf. “Don’t you realize your life and Amy’s are in my hands?!”

“HANDS! AHAHAHAHA!” the Doctor continued laughing.

“Erm, Doctor, Ganondorf’s not someone to take lightly!” warned Amy.

“But of all the villains…I had to face…” wheezed the Doctor, “it had to be someone that uses such tired lines!”

“Well, it was either him or Miss Tarae over there,” remarked Amy as she pointed at a very free Miss Tarae. The Doctor stopped laughing long enough to piece together what was going on.

“Really?” she asked the wicked Time Lord. “You didn’t learn from Eggman?”

“Well, I didn’t open with trying to hypnotize Ganondorf,” replied Miss Tarae.

“Yeah, sure, THAT’S the important lesson,” scoffed Amy.

“Don’t be critical, Miss Rose,” chuckled Miss Tarae. “I have to say, it’s a good thing you’re already wearing black. You won’t need to change into funeral clothes when our plan unfolds.”

“What plan?” asked the Doctor.

“Temporal coherence,” said Ganondorf. “Our world sits near a temporal rift that resets the timeline frequently with multiple incarnations of myself, Zelda, and Link in each one.”

“How is Hyrule still here?” asked the Doctor.

“What do you know of Hylia?” quizzed Miss Tarae.

“…Isn’t she one of the Toymaker’s kids that rebelled against him?” recalled the Doctor.

“Indeed. She didn’t like her father’s games, so she worked with the Golden Goddesses and was entrusted with an artefact called the Triforce. The Triforce then split into three fragments of wisdom, power, and courage. Link and Zelda each got the respective Triforces of Courage and Wisdom while Ganondorf here obtained the Triforce of Power.”

“But Hylia interfered in a deeper way,” said Ganondorf. “She reincarnated as the first Zelda with no memories of her time as a goddess and with severely limited power. She manages to keep watch as every iteration of Zelda, still unable to recall her first life.”

“Choosing to be a mortal,” remarked the Doctor. “There’s a gift I wish I had.”

“Gift, my left-hand heart!” scoffed Miss Tarae. “In any event, as this is the sixth timeline of her devising, that left a bit of a clue. After my escape from Eggman’s lair, I crashed at the base of Death Mountain, northeast of Hyrule Castle, and found a bowship! Being interested in why an old Gallifreyan vessel would be here, I took a look and discovered it was Rassilon’s bowship! The same one she used when you exiled her…rather, HIM. I found records of when she stumbled across the Black Guardian and tasked her with finding the segments of the Key to Time and followed the journey right up until she intercepted your TARDIS in the Time Vortex. I then used my own TARDIS to follow your journey and requested Ganondorf’s help in researching what the last segment could be.”

“Or rather…who, as our research indicated,” chuckled Ganondorf darkly. “And we found the answer.”

“You did? …Who?” asked the Doctor, worried now.

“The current mortal incarnation of Hylia in this timeline, the SIXTH timeline!” cackled Miss Tarae.

“…Zelda?!” whispered Amy fearfully.

“Once we learned what Zelda’s true form is,” continued Miss Tarae, “Ganondorf built up his forces to assault Hyrule Castle while I sent a message to various people to slow you down along your stops. …But you just HAD to defeat them, didn’t you, Doctor? Well, defeat those that actually received my message. Maleficent couldn’t work technology without the MCP and Beerus was trapped by Frieza, the Autons were stuck in a time paradox of Tsukasa’s design, the Weeping Angels only saw me as a food source, the only TRULY reliable allies were the Cybermen once I contacted their local CyberMaster.”

“…You put those obstacles in place!” realized the Doctor. “YOU are the reason why so many people knew about the Key to Time!”

“They played their parts well enough to slow you down long enough for Ganondorf and I to prepare for your arrival, so I faked being chased by Ganondorf.”

“And took advantage of Zelda’s compassion!” hissed Amy. “All so you can get her to become the last segment and take ours!”

“Exactly. Now…the tracer, Doctor.” The Doctor then grinned.

“What tracer?” she asked. “Do you see any tracer on me?”

“…Doctor, I’m no longer in the mood for flippancy,” hissed Miss Tarae. “Where’s the tracer?”

“…Contact,” chuckled the Doctor.

“…Very well. Contact,” replied Miss Tarae. They then had a telepathic conference, then Miss Tarae ended it by sticking her hand through the cell’s bars in an attempt to throttle the Doctor.

“What’s wrong?” asked Ganondorf.

“Rassilon has the tracer and she’s still at Hyrule Castle!” snapped Miss Tarae.

“WHAT?!” bellowed Ganondorf.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 2

Temporal Trifecta: Part 1

Post author By Samuel Vinton
Post date May 16, 2025
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A small, diminutive, monstrous humanoid with a huge head and ears and a hunched back entered a dark castle. The creature, known on this world as a Bokoblin, made his way to the castle’s throne room. He was allowed into the throne room and went down the blood-red carpet. The torches offered dim light, but he could see his master in all his dark splendor sitting on the throne and resting his head on his hand. “My Lord Ganondorf,” spoke the Bokoblin in a gravelly voice, “our spies have reported that our agent is now in the care of the Hylians. As we speak, she is being escorted into the castle.”

“…You think I am unaware of that?” asked the figure on the throne in a bass voice.

“My Lord?” asked the Bokoblin.

“If I needed you to report of the plan’s success, we would all grow old at the rate news reaches us. Leave me.” The Bokoblin felt offended, but he knew better than to make his master angry. He bowed and departed the throne room.

In a much brighter castle, the princess dwelling there was talking to the delegates of all the races of Hyrule. The princess was called Zelda and she was a Hylian, a race that looked human aside from the pointy ears, but elves they were not. The delegates were a red-scaled humanoid with fins on his forearms and a fish tail sprouting from his head (Sidon, Prince of the Zora), a tanned woman with deep-red hair and a revealing outfit, (Chief Riju of the Amazonian Gerudo), an orange-skinned giant with a massive beard and an eyepatch (Patriarch Bludo of the Goron), and an old owl man with five feathers on his wings acting as fingers (Chief Kaneli of the Rito). They were all in a conference with Zelda, discussing recent events. “Unfortunately,” said Sidon, “the East Reservoir Lake is near to flooding again. We can’t exactly blame Vah Ruta again.”

“The Gorons can help with fortifying the lake’s walls,” assured Bludo. “Perhaps we can create a spillway that doesn’t enter into Zora’s Domain.”

“We have Purah checking that idea out,” said Sidon. “She’s also trying to get us power that doesn’t generate electricity.”

“Odd, considering her job,” remarked Zelda. “But she’s a genius, so I’m sure she…” She trailed off when she heard a noise. The delegates stopped talking and listened.

“…So I’m not the only one hearing that, right?” asked Kaneli.

“I hear it too,” replied Riju.

“I think I see it!” called Sidon. A blue box faded into existence with a lamp flashing on top until the noise finished with a thud!

“…Is that a new invention of Purah’s?” asked Riju.

“Doesn’t look like Sheikah tech,” remarked Bludo. The box’s door opened and out stepped four people! Three women, one man, and one of the women looked recognizable to Zelda.

“…Miss Rose?!” she asked.

“…Princess Zelda?!” asked Amy. Zelda grinned.

“Amy Rose! Welcome!” She picked up the hedgehog girl and hugged her. “It’s so great to see you! I…You’re wearing…?”

“Oh, the new dress!” realized Amy. “No, none of my friends on Mobius are dead. I’m just trying something new.”

“Ah, that ‘Goth’ fashion I heard about. Who are your new friends?”

“Princess Zelda, meet Dr. William Davies…”

“Hello, your Highness,” greeted William as he bowed.

“And the Doctor and Rassilon of Gallifrey,” finished Amy.

“Gallifrey?” asked Zelda, worried. “Then you’re both Time Lords and that box is your TARDIS?”

“I’m a little amazed to hear you say that,” remarked the Doctor. “Did the Time Lords visit your world?”

“One has,” admitted Zelda. “She’s in her room right now.”

“You…have a Time Lord in your custody?” asked Rassilon.

“She said she was escaping Ganondorf,” explained Zelda. “Link’s guarding her room right now. There’s…something about her. I can’t explain what, but I feel a sort of…malice behind her kind face.”

“What’s the Time Lord’s name?” asked William.

“She said she’s called Miss Tarae.” The instant that name escaped Zelda’s mouth, the Doctor, William, and Amy goggled at each other.

“What’s that woman doing here?!” demanded Amy.

“Where is she?!” asked William.

“I’ve got a better question,” interjected Rassilon. “WHO is she?”

“The Master in a new female incarnation!” replied the Doctor.

“…That devil is here?!” asked Rassilon. Fury filled her eyes as she recalled the CyberMasters.

Outside a room, a blonde Hylian man in a green tunic and hat was playing on a blue ocarina. The song was called Zelda’s lullaby. The woman inside, however, wasn’t soothed. “Must you make that incessant noise?!” she hissed.

“What’s wrong with a little ocarina music?” asked the man.

“Link!” called Zelda’s voice.

“Zelda!” replied Link as the princess and her new guests arrived. The two Hylians hugged.

“I know how boring this kind of guard duty is,” said Zelda, “but it’s paying off, I promise. Oh, I almost forgot! We have guests. Presenting the Doctor and Rassilon of Gallifrey, Dr. William Davies…and I believe the hedgehog needs no introduction.”

“Amy?” asked Link. “How did you-?”

“Her doing,” said Amy as she pointed at the Doctor. “We need to speak to Miss Tarae. She’s…I gotta put this bluntly. She attacked my world and is an old enemy of the Doctor and Rassilon.”

“Sorry, did I just hear Miss Rose and did she say ‘Rassilon’?” asked Miss Tarae from inside the room.

“Link, let us pass,” directed Zelda. Link nodded and opened the door. The room was a tasteful guest room with a bed, a vanity, and a wardrobe. But the Doctor and her team were more interested in Miss Tarae, now wearing a dress worthy of a Hylian noblewoman.

“Now that’s what I call luxury!” chuckled the Doctor.

“Doctor!” hissed Miss Tarae!

“In the flesh and making new friends,” said the Doctor.

“What are you doing here?! And why did you and William bring Miss Rose?! And is that flamenco girl really Rassilon?!”

“In reverse order,” answered the Doctor, “Yes, that’s really the same Rassilon that drove you insane to enact her plan of breaking the Time Lock surrounding the Last Great Time War, I brought Amy with me and William because her future self arrived and told her it was an opportunity worth taking-.”

“And I was right,” said Amy. “She even convinced me to try my current goth look.”

“And, well, let’s just say we’re all on a quest,” finished the Doctor. “But enough about us, let’s talk about you! Dropping the Lolita look? Blending in, are we? Doesn’t seem like your usual nature. Don’t you have some sort of speech about how it’s your fate to be the one ruler of time and space?”

“Fate and nature had little to do with my arrival here!” hissed Miss Tarae. “In fact, it had little to do with my entire journey since we first clashed on Earth! I point the finger of blame at YOU, Doctor!”

“Me?! What have I done?! I wasn’t the one that made a deal with the Autons during my exile! I wasn’t responsible for you decaying at the end of your first regeneration cycle, and, well, the actual woman to blame for your madness IS wearing a flamenco dress, as you said.”

“Thank you SO much for reminding me of my sins,” remarked Rassilon, not even bothering to hid her contempt for that.

“The point is that YOU, Miss Tarae, didn’t do anything to change your mad state,” continued the Doctor. “You’re simply unwilling to accept responsibility for your own horrific degeneration, which, conveniently, leads us to the here and now. Your TARDIS still has some residual faults from when Eggman tried to roboticize it, I take it?”

“Your efforts to purge the majority of Eggman’s lunacy are commendable, there is no question about it,” replied Miss Tarae, “but the process managed to damage my navigation systems. I was forced to land here to effect repairs. A real shame I couldn’t land during a time when the Sheikah were the technological masters of the world instead of an isolated village in a valley!”

“That was 10,000 years ago,” remarked Zelda, “as I’ve been reminding you.”

“And taking great pleasure in my annoyance at your repeated reminders!” hissed Miss Tarae. “And need I remind you that Ganondorf’s forces were chasing me?”

“Ganondorf?” asked the Doctor.

“An evil sorcerer that’s after me,” explained Zelda. “Not for any romantic attachments. No, his lust is all dedicated to power.”

“Not a bad form of lust, all things considered,” remarked Miss Tarae.

“You shut up,” said Rassilon. “I thought that way once and now look where I am. Exiled from a dead planet. A dead planet, by the way, YOU created. Finishing what the Daleks started?”

“Now see here-!” hissed Miss Tarae.

“Anyone hear that?” asked William. Everyone stopped talking for a bit and listened.

“…That’s a Bokoblin spear clashing against a Hylian Shield!” revealed Link. “…And that’s a Bokoblin club hitting someone in the head!”

“How do you-?” asked Amy.

“I’ll explain later,” replied Link. A guard then rushed into the room.

“My lady!” he said to Zelda. “Ganondorf is attacking the castle! He’s leading his armies personally!”

“What?!” asked Zelda. “He’s never been this bold before!”

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