TRINITY VECTOR: BEFORE THE STORM
The Time Wars were in full swing, and those involved who had made the decision had time-locked the war. Time Lords, Time Ladies and even Gallifreyan Outsiders were in battle with the Daleks in a winner-takes-all war of a magnitude few in any universe could comprehend. Tria, who had recently regenerated and lost her first TARDIS, Medula, an Exploratory TARDIS of the lowest order, ran across her current battlefield to find shelter against the Dalek onslaught. Her young Asian form, a firm contradiction from her birth form of someone who on Earth would be an attractive young "proper" British woman, lookd to the others nearby. She rolled her eyes and sighed at the number of guns they held. Tria HATED guns, because they were weapons of destruction, never of peace and understanding. At the same time, Gallifreyans around her wondered why the young form did not clad itself in armor, running around in Earth's Japan schoolgirl clothing.
"EXTERMINATE!! EXTERMINATE!!" came the calls of the Dalek army, or rather a small battle unit compared to the full army spread across the battlefield of multiple worlds. Tria shivered every time she heard the metallic robotic speech of the Daleks. She held her Sonic-Remote up, using the communicator built in to contact others. "This is Private Tria, of the Gallifreyan Army," she spoke, using Earth military terms she had been using with her battle unit. "The Daleks have penetrated our sector! Fall back, fall back!!" As she spoke, in her asian accented voice, many of the armored humanoids began to run away, seeking safer ground and shelter. A few were killed, unable to regenerate, but the rest managed to retreat to safer ground for the time. Tria, however, stayed situated behind the ruins of what was once a temple in the areas she was born from. Tria, the orphan of lesser Gallifreyans, who was adopted and rose to become a Time Lady.... The area was as she remembered as a child, save for the damage. Tria closed her eyes for a moment and wished her dearest, oldest friend was with her instead of off wherever she may be, but then regained composure and sighed. She was ready to fight the Daleks head on.
Just as Tria rose to confront the Dalek army, she was dragged back down by a hand. As Tria looked, she noticed an old friend, her semi-mentor. "Why, Doctor," she said smart-assed, "How nice of you to drop in? Would you like some tea?" The Doctor half-grinned at Tria. "Good, lass," he said with a half-smile, "You're not as brain dead as they thought." He winked at Tria and placed a bumpy round object in her hand. "Pull the proverbial pin and throw it," said the short-haired and big-eared Doctor. Tria nodded, and placed her finger on the correct spot and threw the grenade, running with The Doctor as they tried to find safety from the blast. As the duo jumped over a ridge, Tria was knocked out and sent flying by the force of the explosion. Without hesitation, The Doctor picked the girl up and took off running faster than humans could run.
Several hours later, Tria woke up and smiled, her asian hand stroking the Doctor's face. "Thank you," she said softly, drained of energy. She looked around, noticing that she was in Trinity Vector, her current TARDIS. "You brought me home," she said, with a smile, "Thank you."
However, unknown to Tria, the Doctor had spent the last few hours re-programming her TARDIS on a one-way trip. She and Trinity Vector would travel through a dying star as it collapsed in this reality... and emerge safely in another reality.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor said, a tear rolling down his cheek, "I'm so, so sorry." As he said that, he held his Sonic-Screwdriver to Tria's stomach and let a blast of damaging sonic energy go by, essentially killing Tria. He held his hands over her wound and gave some of his own energy to the young Time Lady.
As he exited Tria's TARDIS, watching it fly off, and feeling the regeneration of the young Time Lady, the Doctor watched the pyramid-shaped TARDIS disappear into the night's sky. "Goodbye, Tria," he said, somewhat crying. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... But at least now our race will survive, even if it isn't here."
Tria's TARDIS passed through a dying sun in the dimension she was in, drawing off it's energy as programmed by The Doctor, and exiting from the same dying star in another reality and taking it's energy before drifting. Tria's body began to glow, and suddenly energy surrounded the unconcious form, and grew to a brightness like staring at a sun before fading, leaving what was once a young asian form as a tall, white blonde human form...