Important: I DO NOT own Doctor Who or any affiliated character or show. That privilege belongs to the BBC and Mr Steven Moffat. This series of 13 2 chapter stories is written by me, and feature the War Doctor's travels during the Time War. I have selected key happenings seen on screen and mentioned to see what happens in the Time War, in my opinion one of the most intriguing bits of Doctor Who Lore. This is in no way an accurate description of the events nor even my favourite interpretation just something that I thought would be fun to do in the wait for Doctor Who Series 8. If you don't like this feel free to give CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISCM instead of hating. Thanks. This particular tale takes place just after The Night of the Doctor.
Tales of the Time War 1: Warrior Born
Part 1
The Doctor stepped out of the Sisterhood's temple. The dark sky of Karn stood before him. He looked back. The Sisterhood had retreated further back just out of sight. The Doctor walked on to the wreckage. And there it was. The most out of place object in the wreckage. A police telephone box from 1963. His TARDIS. His home. The state of it though. Covered in scratches and dust. He unlocked the door and stepped in. Cass. The young girl he had tried to save. She had brought him to terms with his role. His purpose in the war. No more. No more running, No more childishness. No More. Susan. Memories of his granddaughter flittered across the Doctor's mind. Was she alive? Was she safe? The war hadn't been going for very long but its carnage had spread far and wide. But she was on Earth. Untouched. And the Doctor hoped that she would one day forgive for what he would have to do to end it. The crimes he would commit.
The War itself had started because of the Doctor. His interference at Skaro. His interference in Davros' plans. The creation of the Daleks. It was time for responsibility. But Davros was dead now. He had tried to save him from the Nightmare Child, but failed. But where was the wreckage. Presumably still at Elysium with the Child itself. But soon the other horrors would converge. The Could've Been King with his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres, the Skaro Degradations and the Horde of Travesties. The war if left would become hell. But not all races feared the war. Some relished war and wished to join but could not. And that race was the Sontarans.
General Skall of the Sontarans sat at the head of his fleet. The pilot entered the room. "General Skall we have found the Rutan outpost, word has it they have captured a Time Lord." "Then that means they have a TARDIS," said Skall "Well it would give us a great advantage if we could get one for ourselves. Then the war will be won and we can finally concentrate on joining the greater war." The pilot looked troubled. "Are you referring to the war between the Time Lords and the Da… Daleks," At this Skall frowned. "You're not afraid of the Daleks are you. It is an honour to die in battle. You should not fear, you should relish the opportunity." Skall smirked. "And also, they put up much more fight than the Rutans do. Set a course for the Rutans, but make it a long one. I have some planning to do." "Yes sir." The pilot was extremely worried. He had met and clashed with a Time Lord before. They were the dangerous ones. Sure the Daleks were merciless, but the Time Lords were cunning. But the Pilot knew the laws of time. He knew this war was not to be seen as light hearted. It was a war the Sontarans could not win. And although it was treachery. Although it would be met with his execution. He had to help the Time Lord. For that would ensure the survival of the Sontaran race. He sat down in the pilot's chair and nodded to his co-pilot. Well nodded as much as a Sontaran could. He would follow along with Skall's games. For Now.
Sontarans were a strange race. While they were clones there was always differences. Typically they were short with a rounded "dumpling" like head. They where usually covered head to toe in armour with a domed helmet to finish off the ensemble. Typically it was seen as more honourable to fight without the helmet though. As a result of being a clone race they had a probic vent on the back of neck. A sharp object here could kill the Sontaran. This ensured they would never turn their backs in battle. War was everything to a Sontaran and they had a certain sense of honour. They hated taking orders from anyone but a Sontaran. Some believed in unplanned war fair while others where obsessed with tactics. The later applied to Skall. He sat in meeting with his three commanders. The Highest ranking of them was Stia, a tough war veteran who believed these strategies where a waste of time. Then there was Silit a strange Sontaran who seemed determined to become General. And then there was the newest of them young Staal. Although he had not seen many battles, Skall though Staal was capable of great things. He was cold, calculating and good with a Sontaran rifle. "The matter of the day'" shouted Skall, he always shouted things as it mad the others listen, "is the Rutans possible time travel technology." "Then we should attack them head on," screamed Stia. "No if they do have Time Lord Technology they will spot us and destroy us. No a small team must go in, take out any Rutans and capture the time ship. I would prefer if the Time Lord was alive but if you have to kill him so be it. There are plenty of Time Lords in the universe. Staal you shall lead 3 2 others." "Yes si-" "STAAL?!" exclaimed Silit. "No that is your last mistake sir. I shall be Gener-" Just as Silit raised his gun he was shot by Skall. "No treachery. Send the group".
The Doctor awoke. He was outside the TARDIS chained to a chair, his Sonic Screwdriver had rolled away from him. Then a green tentacle picked it up. It glided towards the TARDIS and attempted to use the screwdriver to open it. "Well that's never going to work," laughed the Doctor. It glided in front of the Doctor. It was like a glowing green jellyfish with tentacles as long as the Doctor's arm. It was unmistakably a Rutan. "So Time Lord are you ready to see the next stage in our war for survival." The Rutan's voice was tinny and very harsh on the Doctor's ears. "With your Time Lord technology, we will create a weapon. A weapon to destroy the Sontaran threat. It will be magnificent. Now open the ship." The Doctor scowled. "You say this is survival. But you Rutans you're just as bad as the Sontarans, it seems as though you're enjoying this war too much." The Rutan in anger whipped the Doctor. "Don't compare us to that rabble," screamed the Rutan. The Doctor laughed. "But your worse. You're willing to commit genocide. There are other ways to end a war like peace, and treaties. That's what I'd do." The Rutan laughed again. "Really Time Lord. But if you didn't enjoy war in some way, why does the Time War keep raging on. I'm sure you know as well as I do that like the Sontarans you would have to kill every single Dalek to end that war."
The Rutan turned from the Doctor. It began to speak, "Now we don't have long, so please cooperate. I would hate to kill you." The Doctor squirmed. "Kill me and you'll never get it open. The Rutan sniggered. "We'll pluck another Time Lord from the sky. It's easy as of late, you all seem to avoid the Time Vortex." The Rutan began to fiddle with the TARDIS door. "The Sontarans are on their way. Small taskforce or whole fleet, we don't know. But we know they're coming." The Doctor squirmed again trying to loosen the chains. "And you say where worse for considering Genocide, when the Sontarans were considering it to." The Doctor was confused. "But Sontarans they love warfare they would never resort to- Where did you get this information." And then he heard a distinctly Sontaran voice. "They heard from me." And he stepped into view, a Sontaran. The Rutans greatest enemy.
I hope you enjoyed this. Part 2 is on it's way.
