The Carer. Her promised name, she felt the need to care for those cared for, especially after all the suffering she saw that dreaded day in the Timelord academy. She held the promise to help as many as she can, and had been doing since she was able to leave the academy. She felt good being able to place hope in the minds of the hopeless, and that feeling had always spurred her on.
Perhaps, things would have gone better for her, if she knew how to pilot her TARDIS. With a thunderous howl did it connect with the ground, quite violently at that. Thankfully the TARDIS didn't want to crash on this day, so it took it upon itself to engage the stabilisers. Smoothly now did it settle itself amongst the ground. The Carer looked around her TARDIS; a homely (to her at least) theme of stone and pillars surrounded her, a medieval castle feeling with the cold draft included. She picked up her sonic screwdriver from the floor, having dropped it when they hit the floor instead of landing on it. With a quick brush of her clothes she headed to the door, almost confident.
As she opened the doors, a look of surpise crossde her face. She wasn't expecting this. An entire city. An entire, decimated city. But that wasn't all. Six people, quite clearly soldiers were advancing on her.
"Identify yourself!" The leader shouted once they stopped running, a few meters away. They were all clad in some sort of flak armour with a grey, urban camo topped with a green beret. Their rifles were bullpup and looked more advanced than a standard ballistic firearm, that's for sure.
"I'm The Carer." She grinned raisng her hands. "Well, I'm Elizabeth really. I've got I.D in my left pocket, if you'll let me?" She asked with a cute smile. The leader, a tall and muscley man with a different looking rank patch stared at her a second before nodding, his rifle still trained on the Time Lady. Slowly she pulled out her psychic paper, before passing it to the presumably, Sergeant who looked at it for a couple of moments before nodding and giving back the paper.
"Sorry, Ms Canest, didn't realise we were expecting any outside help." He nodded with a weird smile. "What can we do for ya?"
"Well, perhaps you could tell me what's been going on? And your name? Names are good." Elizabeth replied taking back the paper as she lowered her arms. She also noticed the other soldiers lowering their weapons and moving around, creating a perimiter.
"Ahhh, it's a long story. About five years ago, we lost contact with numerous colonies, coming ever so closer to our system. We learnt that whoever was takin' them out, used a planet wide comms jammer. Anyway, as the months went by, our system was finally hit, no communications, no chance to surrender or negotiate, nothing. Luckily by then we had our warfleet ready and bolstered by multiple civilian vessels we requisitioned. Naval held their own . . .But eventually they got slaughtered and had to fall back. We didn't do as good as the Navy. The first three of our six planets were wiped, since these guys were so different with combat. Didn't matter what tactics we used . . . Tridents, airdrops, valleys . . None of it mattered." The man took a breath and looked down, his voice showing that he must've been in the thick of it. "Now," He contiued "This is our last haven. The city of Libertas. Renamed because of this war. We've been holding it since then."
The Carer listened quietly, focusing on the details. After he had finished, she looked at him. "So, who are you fighting?" She asked the soldiers.
"I thought you knew? We're against the Daleks." He replied, looking genuinely surpised. More so when he saw the look on her face.