The Guardian stood before the Time Lord court, a grim expression fixed on his face. He has been falsely accused of murdering the last member of a now extinct species, known as the Sensorites. But The Guardian was innocent. The murder had actually been set up by a foe The Guardian and his friend, The Doctor, had been chasing after for over a thousand years. That foe was a dangerously insane Time Lord, who chose to be called 'The Master'. The Time Lords had gotten word of the crime too late, and The Master had escaped in his TARDIS…
Flashback; the year 200,000, the Sense Sphere
The Guardian was kneeling over a collapsed body, scanning it with his Sonic Screwdriver.
"I'm sorry." He murmured, looking at the results of the scan, and saw that the body, along with the brain it housed, was dead and in the starting phase of rotting. The Guardian suddenly became aware of a shadow creeping up behind him. He turned, and saw someone his dreaded more than anything in the entire universe. The Master.
"Oh my dear Guardian you have been naïve." The Master taunted.
"It was YOU!" The Guardian realized, bounding to his feet. "You murdered the Sensorite!" The Master laughed.
"Not just one Sensorite, you fool!" he taunted with a sneer. "All of them!"
"You foul, sick miscreant!" The Guardian shouted, angry at this news. "I'll kill you!" But as The Guardian lunged at The Master, the evil Time Lord slipped into a nearby filling cabinet, and it dematerialized with a VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! "ARRRRGH!" The Guardian screamed with rage. "That was his TARDIS!" Fuming, The Guardian went back to his own TARDIS, a green Police Public Call Box, and dematerialized, intending to follow The Master.
Back to the present
It was a few minutes after The Guardian started to chase The Master that the TARDIS was recalled back to Gallifrey, and The Guardian was forced on trial. Borsha, the leader of the High Council, had just told The Guardian he had the option of a simple exile on Earth, at a place called Camp Green Lake. "Will I have to give up the TARDIS?" he asked Borsha.
"Not entirely." Borsha replied. "You will be allowed to keep your TARDIS, but the Dematerialization Circuit will be taken away."
"Oh. Well, a trapped TARDIS is better than no TARDIS." The Guardian replied. "I assume you chose Camp Green Lake because it doesn't have the resources to build a replacement Dematerialization Circuit?"
"Yes." Borsha confirmed.
"I'll go to Camp Green Lake then." The Guardian decided. "Borsha?" he added. "Will the TARDIS be-?" he shook his head. "Never mind." The Guardian walked out of the room, and saw that the TARDIS was waiting for him. "Let's go then." The Guardian stepped inside the TARDIS, and as he closed the door, the Time Rotor pumped up and down. "Time Lords must be remotely controlling her." The Guardian mused. With a VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! VWORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! the TARDIS set off for Camp Green Lake
TO BE CONTINUED
