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A Valkyrie's Return
Chapter 1: The Beginning
"Thoughts"
"Speech"
(A/N)
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-Valkyrie-
My name is Dallath and I am one of the last Gallifreyans in this universe. You might not know who I am, yet, but you probably know who my brother is. After all, he is the Oncoming Storm, the Destroyer of Worlds, the Great Destruction of the Universe, and the Valeyard if you're his enemy. Or if you're his friend, you probably just call him the Doctor. I just call my big bro "Theta", his university nickname. I mean, someone has to keep his ego in check, Goddess knows what would happen if I didn't. He'd probably play God- well, more than normal, that is. Well, Theta told me that I should put my thoughts and experiences down in a written form, says it might help me. Please, what would they know about this kind of thing? Theta's the most oblivious person I've ever met when it comes to emotions, even worse than Koschei, who was insecure enough with himself to insist he get called the Master! I mean, yes, my title is Valkyrie, which is akin to being called a warrior goddess, but I earned that title by becoming a General when I wasn't even a century old, which is somewhat like being a young teen in my people's age. At least when Koschei regenerated into a woman he went by Missy. That's at least somewhat normal! Anyways, getting back on track, my story begins at the end of the Time War, the final battle I was in before Theta used the Moment to end it all.
-Valkyrie-
"Dallath! The Daleks are increasing their assault!" The General, one of my fellow leaders of the Gallifreyan Army and kind of a stand-offish and stuck-up prick, shouts. He ducks down as a bolt of energy goes right where his head was before he move, his armor shifting loudly as he drops down. This seems to be a bit commonplace nowadays, as this almost exact scene has played out in front of me at least twenty times even with the group of leaders having moved to the highest point in the Capitol, well over 1425 meters above the ground. Quite frankly, it's getting boring despite being a complete madhouse. "Goddess, never thought a war could be boring. Then again, sixty-three years ago, I didn't think I would be in a war period, but now look at me, a General of the Army."
"I know, Kenossium! I can still see and hear properly," I growl out, my Scottish accent thickening from my annoyance, rather angry that the usually smart man is stating the blatantly obvious. I mean, if the Daleks weren't upping their [insert numerous Gallifreyan curse words the TARDIS refuses to translate] assault, then why in the name of everything unholy is their laser fire at the most intense it has ever been in this war?! The left wall of our command tower explodes from the assault, circular Gallifreyan script and battlefield diagrams shattering in a shower of shrapnel, the metal and stone breaking to pieces and racing at us from the force of the detonation. "Well, there goes the frontal assault's battle plans. I hope Kenossium can remember them." I think as I dive to get Kenossium out of the way. I go hurtling out of the freshly broken window from the momentum of my dive as I knock him out of the fragments' path. Looking over the war-torn surface of my world, I start to fall.
The red fields around the Citadel are a darker and crueler shade of red because of the blood of the people slaughtered by the Daleks and the shining silver trees have tarnished, no longer gleaming in the light like they used to, instead, they look like trees made of the metal we make our weapons from. The great mountains that used to be one of the few places I could be alone while I was younger have been blown to pieces by both my own people and the Daleks to prevent ambushes. The skies have gained a thick layer of smog that blocks out the twin suns, which is primarily from the weapons production and usage by the Time Lords, along with the destruction that has run rampant across the planet. Everyone has had to move to the Citadel of Arcadia in order to have even the barest modicum of safety, which even then, is not all that safe, as attacks still happen rather frequently, "As evidenced by the hundreds of thousands of dead bodies, the flaming buildings aaaaand the fact that I'm falling out of the sky because of an explosion. I probably should do something about the falling part," I think as the wind whips through my long, raven black hair, the maroon battle cape and armor not helping in the slightest, actually, they're making it worse with how heavy they are. "I knew I should have pushed them to let me keep my leather jacket and jeans."
I smirk ruefully as I flick my wrist, launching my Sonic into my right hand from the wrist holder I had it stored in. The suns shine on silver body of my sonic and the pitch-black crystal on the end glows a dark grey as the light goes through it. The device is short, but functional as can be, thanks to the TARDIS making it specially for me before this blasted war. "And she included this lovely special feature just for me." I press a small secondary button on the back and a black hard-light holographic broadsword blade springs from the tip. I shove it into the wall, dramatically slowing my descent, but not enough to be safe and get down without permanently dying, no regeneration from this height. I shove my sonic into the secondary holster on my off-hand to keep the blade in the wall, but still have both hands free. "Goddess, I hope this works," I think. As I keep cutting a path down the wall, I pull up with my left arm so that my right hand can reach the black leather bracelet that my Vortex Manipulator is a part of. I unlatch the cover with a quick tug and slam the activation button, not caring where it lands me, just so long as it gets me to safety. And by safety, I mean away from this fall and away from the Dalek that just flew around the wall towards me.With a harsh pulling sensation on my wrist, I'm yanked into the Vortex.
Goddess, it's absolutely beautiful in here, I never get to see this with the Old Girl, what I prefer to call Theta's TARDIS, and my brother. Then again, I didn't see much of anything with him, the overprotective dork. The purplish shining lattice-work of space-time itself burns itself into my mind as I hurtle through it, a grin on my face. "I'm so lucky to be able to see this." I'm flying through openings in the patterns created by the fabric of reality for a good twenty Earth minutes at least. Before I realize how long I've been flying through the Vortex, I see that I'm headed straight towards a glowing white gap, which prompts me to grab my sonic screwdriver from my left wrist holster with my right hand and draw my sonic blaster from my hip with the other hand, ready for whatever is on the other side. The sonic blaster's light grey barrel shines dully in the light of the Vortex, the matte black pistol grip form-fitted to my hand and lines on the barrel glow a bright blue as I thumb off the safety. Obviously, I do not share my brother's hatred of guns, I can't afford to if I want to keep my life on the battlefield. "Goddess, I hope I can survive this, it would suck if I ended up on Midnight. I mean, the instant tan would be nice, but not if it disintegrated me at the same time," I think as I exit the Vortex to whatever waits beyond.
At first, when I look around, I think that I haven't left, I'm still in a warzone. But then I look closer and see that the surrounding atmosphere is not, in fact, Gallifrey. A single man is surrounded by dozens of Ice Warriors, his overcoat showing multiple blaster burns and quite a few gashes throughout the coat and beneath it, dark red blood stains the grey coat. I don't know how long he'll survive against the overwhelming numbers, so I step in. I bring my blaster to bear on some of the Warriors and I fire, two of them instantly disappearing, while one loses a chunk of its arm. "So glad I set it to area-of-effect mode instead of piercer mode, otherwise this would be much more difficult." That brings some attention my way, drawing some of them away from the man, who looks at me in surprise. "Who the Hell are you?", he calls out, a distinctly American accent prominent in his shocked voice. "I'm here for the booze! What do you think, idiot?!", I shout back before lopping off an arm off of one Warrior with the hard-light sword blade coming from my Sonic before shooting the same Warrior, destroying it and a large chunk of the ground beneath it. A blaster bolt tears through my Vortex Manipulator and I see red, fighting until a large explosion rocks the ground beneath me and I feel something large and heavy slam into my head as something sharp cuts my side open, hot blood soaking my clothes and armor. My last thought as I black out, falling down the slight hill the fight was happening on, is "Well, this fucking sucks."
-Valkyrie-
Five years, seven months, and twenty-one days later: I wake up, my head throbbing like the morning after the last time I got drunk during a party "Goddess, must have been at least sixty-five years ago." I try to get up, but two hands gently push me back down. "Woah, lady, calm down. You took a nasty hit when you saved my rear after coming out of the Vortex and you've been in a coma for the past five and a half years. What's your name?", a kind voice with an American accent asks. "Dallath of Gallifrey, or am I General? I was called that by lots of people before. Who are you and where am I? What's the date?", I ask, my eyes closed as I try to order my extremely jumbled thoughts and remember exactly what happened. "Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. We're in London, and it's April 16, 1936. So, what had you hurtling out of the Vortex and fighting like a bat out of Hell?", the American "Jack Harkness" asks.
"I…I don't actually remember. I was trying to protect a friend, at least I think he was a friend, and then I was suddenly in this bed," I say, trying to stay calm, but "why is my memory foggy? That shouldn't happen," there's a bit of panic in my tone, even I can't say it isn't there, much as I would like to. "Maybe this body has memory issues? That would be my luck, regenerated for the second time ever two days ago and I have short term memory loss. Theta would have a field-day with that." I absent-mindedly chew on my dark black hair, trying to quell my nerves. "Wait, what did he say?" "Hold on, did you say five and a half years?!", my eyes fly open and I stare at the man in shock.
He sighs, "Yeah, one of the Ice Warriors managed to hit you in the head pretty hard and it sent you tumbling. Combine that and the fact that your side was torn open by the explosion, I'd say you got pretty beat up. I was barely able to get you on the ship afterward without you bleeding out and the ships been taking care of you since, trying to make you get better." He walks away, his hands in his coat pockets, and he calls over his shoulder, "I'll get you some food. Make yourself at home, I'll see if I can find you a place somewhere soon."
I shakily stand up and I slowly walk out of the room, and I realize I'm in a dark red night-gown, not my old Gallifreyan armor, which I'm sure I was wearing before whatever it was that happened did. "Jack, did you put me in this gown?", I call, a bit worried that he had. I do not want a man I don't know to have seen me naked during a five-year period of time I can't remember and was comatose during. His voice drifts out from another room, "No, the ship's nanotech did that. The clothes you were wearing were shredded, burned and soaked with blood, so I had the ship get you into some fresh clothes. I hope that wasn't too forward, Dallath," he says as he walks back with a plate of food, which he hands to me.
I take the plate from his hands and smile slightly, "Not at all, I was just thinking that if you want to see me naked, you should at least have taken me to dinner first." His jaw drops as he takes in my comment before bursting out laughing. "Huh, guess this regeneration is flirty. Cool," I say as I smile brightly at the laughing captain, "Thanks for the food, Jack," and I start eating slowly, still smiling. "You know, you're a really nice gal. I'd actually like that," Jack says, a lady-killer smile on his face.
I blush lightly at the smile, I always was a sucker for good-looking men with a pretty smile. If they were nice, that was a bonus, and I mentally joke, "So glad Theta isn't here, he'd scare Jack off." I take another bite of food to try and distract myself from my wandering thoughts, "Maybe we should have dinner at my flat when I eventually get one." "Sounds great, but that might take a few weeks," he says as he takes a drink, "This economy is not good for real estate. Actually, it isn't good for much of anything." I look at him quizzically, "What do you mean?" "This is the Great Depression, Dallath, the economy is an absolute mess," he replies. "Ah, alright. Goddess, I should have paid more attention to Earth history," I say, nodding. "Well, like I said, I can probably find you a place, it'll just take a while," Jack says with a slight smile and a shrug, sort of saying 'Eh, what can you do?'.
I smile and spread my arms, "I have all the time in the world. No rush on my end." Little did I know, my extended stay on Earth was just beginning, and it wasn't going to be all fun and games.
-END CHAPTER-
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