Hi guys. This is my story about my OC, an echoe of Clara Oswald. Hope you like it! (Heads up, unfortunately I haven't watched the classic series, but I am planning too, so my facts won't be completely accurate. :( )
Enjoy;
I don't know where I am.
I don't know where I'm going or where I've been.
All I know is that I'm running.
Running to save the Doctor.
-Clara Oswald Name of the Doctor.
A very long time ago- The time war.
Memories, they are all I can think about right now. I am in a crashing space ship, in the middle of the time war, and all I can think about are another person's memories.
No... they are my memories, from another life. Well, one of them anyway.
"Commander Oswald, what do we do?" Asked a panicked voice from behind the busted door.
The mummy, the train; the ice warrior, the submarine; the moon that was really an egg; and the shape shifters, the two Osgoods. These random memories run through my brain, of the life that she lived, the original version of me.
"What do we do?" Repeats the voice.
I shake myself. That was her life, I may only be a copy of her, but this is my life. I have to continue living it for as long as I have got, which doesn't appear to be very long actually.
"Send a distress signal to the war council, tell them this ship has been blasted by a Dalek fleet and that it is crashing." I say this in a matter of fact voice, while closing my eyes to block her memories out. "Tell them that there is no hope for Arcadia, and that it is falling. Then, I want you and the other soldiers to get out of here use the teleport system in the back up control room, the one hear is smashed!"
The soldier sounds uncertain as he says "But Mam, what about you?"
"Oh don't bother about me, there's nothing you can do. I'm trapped, the door to this control room is jammed. Go without me." I say urgently.
"But, Commander, you'll die!" He says in a shocked voice "When the ship crashes, you won't have time to regenerate!"
I almost laugh, "I know that soldier, but look, you have no time to dawdle around. I reckon you have about three minutes before this thing crashes."
"But Mam..." He says but I interrupt him.
"GO!" I shout.
There is a short silence, then he whispers "Thank you Oswald." I smile as he calls me by my name.
I hear his running footsteps, his frantic sounding voice as he sends the distress signal.
Then a few seconds later the beam of the teleport working.
I close my eyes, trying not to let any tears trickle out.
Those soldiers need to live, it's better that I die. I have had a very, very long life.
I turn to the control panel. I know the last thing I need to do is to direct the falling ship away from the centre of Arcadia, so that no fighting time lords or residents are squashed.
I frantically push the dials that are still working. After a few seconds, the ship starts to turn around, away from anyone that could be harmed.
The ship is now heading towards a large stretch of sand. I spend two minutes keeping it like that.
I am now nearing the ground, there is nothing I can do now, the engine is blasted so I won't be able to control how it will land. The ship will crash and I will die, in the fiery explosion.
I close my eyes and let go of the controls, silently I count the seconds I have left.
79, 78, 77...
