PROLOGUE
As the newly regenerated Doctor makes his way back to the TARDIS his body feels so different. His teeth felt differently placed. His arms felt shorter, and then he felt his left arm was shorter than his right. So mamy different emotions that he had buried for so long had rushed to him. Specifically, rage. Rage over the universe burning at the hands of not only the Daleks...but his own kind. All these different feeling had just came to him and he quickly adjusted. But He knew why he had changed; the Sisterhood's elixir had forced him to regenerate. He was no longer just The Doctor, he was a warrior whose mission was to end this war by whatever means End The Bloodshed that would look to soak the infinite universes. The Warrior makes his way through the wreckage looking for his TARDIS. In his mind he hopes there is still a TARDIS to be found.
"Yes, it shouldn't be very much farther, old chap." A voice rings out.
The warrior freezes, confused. He knows that voice, but there was no way it could be him. He stops and spins around.
"Is there anyone there? Hello? Hello out there?" He hails the destruction around him. The only reply is wind and dust flowing hears some debris fall to the ground. He once more calls out to the dead and dying, but to no avail. He then turns back to his work and pulls off another piece of sheet metal to see his TARDIS, just fine, sitting there. Yes, she had a few scratches but she is just fine. He pushes the door open and walks to the console. The TARDIS desktop theme seems to have changed while he was away.
"Interesting selection old girl, never herard of a coral moodswing though... eh..." He chuckles then flips a switch on the console. The TARDIS central column begins to move as it takes off through space and time.
"Yes, it is a very interesting theme isn't it?"
That same mysterious voice rings out through the TARDIS once more and this time the Warrior spins around quickly for a big surprise. His jaw almost falls to the floor. A funny little man, dressed in plaid pants with a hole in the knee, loafers, with a suit jacket way to big for him, white shirt ,bow tie, and an atrocious bowl cut, stands before him. For a moment the figure is alien to him. Almost like looking in a mirror, and somebody has cut your hair and changed your clothes while you were sleeping. However in a few short moments ,that felt like eons, the memories come flooding back into his mind.
"Well don't look so funny, you know who I am." Huffs the Second Doctor.
"How in the blazes are you here? Why are you here?" The Warrior runs his hand through his new gray hair in confusion.
"Yes, well, I'm not actually here, I'm more of a hallucination, per se." He smiles as he fiddles with his hands in his pockets.
"A hallucination? Why am I hallucinating?" The Warrior asks.
"Well you're just a bucket of questions..., I don't know!" Shouts the Second Doctor looking a bit irritated with the Warrior's inquiry.
"No need to shout."
Both Doctors stare at each other for a moment as the silences echoes throughout the TARDIS. Before the original interstellar hobo breaks the silence.
"Look we all voted, you know down there,-"The Second Doctor pats his own chest,Referring to his own soul, and his younger faces. "And they sent me here to speak with you."
"About the current events,I would conclude eh?" The Warrior chimes.
"Hmm, yes, quite right. We know the debacle you've been put in and we wanted you to know that we're behind you." The Second Doctor pumps his fist in optimism.
The Warrior smiles, "Well, that's very much appreciated, but I do not consider myself a Doctor anymore, not with the things I'm going to have to do."He turns around back to the console to plot coordinates.
"No, no, no, no, no my boy, it's okay, you do as you must. I can't say I would be brave enough my self to stand up and take charge the way you're going to have to." The Second Doctor's voice raises trying to emphasize his point.
"No, no you're doing it all wrong, my boy!" Another voice rings out inside the TARDIS and following behind it is another incarnation of the Doctor, conjuring from thin air. The Warrior turns back to see A tall, lanky man appear, in some sort of velvet red suit with frill on the chest, and hair as white as snow.
"Oh my giddy aunt, the desktop is hideous." A startled Third Doctor looks around the room and then at his second self. "Your supposed to be making him feel better about all of this!" He scolds his younger self.
"Well don't yell at me I'm trying, Fancy Pants!" The Second Doctor yells back.
The Third Doctor turns his attention back to the Warrior."Yes, now, you mustn't be too hard on yourself. We've all done some things we didn't want to do, or even like to do, but I promise you it will be okay." The Third Doctor attempts to comfort the distraught Warrior and lays his hand on the Warrior's shoulder.
"Yes, yes, well WE'VE never been to war like this, never had to help eradicate another race. I fear that will be the only answer to this. So, no, this time I'm not the Doctor, BUT I am the Warrior and I will hold the torch for the good men to follow. I've saved man after man, child after child, woman after woman from the same deeds I am about to commit. I'm going to fight the Daleks in a way I never have before. I'm no Doctor, I can never be you, or you, or any of you again. My life has turned into a war. A war that must be fought by me, not the Doctor, but me!" He turns away from the past incarnations with tears in his eyes, trying to hide them.
The Second Doctor opens his mouth to say something more but the Third Doctor stops him and shakes his head. The Second looks down at his shoes in defeat and disappears. The Third Doctor looks on at his older self for just a moment and walks over to him, patting him on the back before he as well disappears.
The Warrior stands straight up and looks where his past selves once stood. Then back at the console as the TARDIS finally lands. He checks the readings for where he is exactly; he aimed for Galifrey but thought it should have taken longer.