There's an ancient legend in the universe which has surpassed everything, lived on from generation by generation. The legend of the Doctor, which has influenced the Galaxy. From the ancient Krogans of Tuchanka to the founding of the Citadel Council.
The Doctor has always been there, but he has been forgotten. Like most things, trace of him vanished and people's faith in his existence waned. The legend became a myth, nothing more than tall stories remained.
However, for those who know where the look. The so-called myth and legend. Is quite real. In the year of 2186, Doctor Liara T'soni will stumble upon a discovery while searching the Prothean Archives.
With the imminent reaper invasion, the need has never been so dire. Earth, Humanity, all sentient life in the galaxy now needs the Doctor. For without him, the probability of a victory against the Reapers is slim at best.
The Reapers were coming, they had laid waste to the Batarian Hegemony and was now underway towards the Star Systems Alliance territory. For Earth.
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Liara T'soni bite her lower lip as her eyes examined the data from the Prothean Archives on Mars. Fingers pressing buttons as she tried to make sense of it all. She's been neglecting her talents in Xeno Archaelogy for too long.
It felt a bit odd to be the only asari there but she paid no heed to it. She was 103 and could very well manage on her own. There were resemblance between humans an asari which ended with the blue pigmented skin and the apparant tendrils shaped like backslicked hair.
However, she was distracted while at the back of her head, she thought of Shepard. He had six months earlier been forced to send an asteroid to destroy the Alpha relay to delay the Reapers, the nightmare which she wished wasn't really. The whole colony in the Aratoht system was decimated along with the population of 315 000 batarians.
Shepard's decision couldn't have been easy, to sacrifice so many just for more time. It was abominational but considering what was coming. Is it worth it? Liara would like to think so as it gave her time to investigate the archives.
She suddenly halted as her eyebrows raised, the data she was now examined was a song. Why would a song be in a prothean archive? It was easy to translate, like if it translated itself.
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I cross the void beyond the mind
The empty space that circles time.
I see where others stumble blind
To seek a truth they never find.
Eternal wisdom is my guide.
I am the Doctor.
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Through cosmic waste the TARDIS flies
To taste the secret source of life.
A presence science can't deny
Exists within, outside, behind
The latitude of the human minds.
I am the Doctor.
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My voyage dissects the course of time
"Who knows?" you say
But are you right?
Who searches deep to find the light
That glows so darkly in the night
Toward that point I guide my flight.
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As fingers move to end mankind
Metallic teeth begin their grind.
With sword of truth I turn to fight
The satanic powers of the night.
Is your faith before your mind?
Know me. Am I, the Doctor?
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Liara mused like confused, now fidgeting as a question came to her mind. Unknown to her, it was the first question, the oldest question in the universe.
Doctor Who?
Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the beginning of a grand adventure. All content featured in this story is respectively owned by their writers, publishers and composers.
That includes the song, "Who is the Doctor" which was originally sung word by word; by no other than John Pertwee to the classic doctor who theme in 1972.