PROLOGUE: Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Whimey
"There are moments of existence when time and space are more profound, and the awareness of existence is immensely heightened."
~Charles Baudelaire
"Well, hello there." His brown eyes peered with curiosity through his tortoise shell glasses at the circular patterns prancing about on the monitor.
"What is it?" The young blonde beside him asked, her eyes sliding across the same display but coming away with no comprehension of what omen it portended.
"Well, it's a bit of a... I don't know." He murmured, flipping a switch seemingly at random and spinning about, "Let's go see!"
The woman smiled at his sudden excitement, thoroughly caught up in the infectious sense of excited wonder he displayed.
Prancing about the circular console that dominated the center of the room, he joyfully toggled switches, mashed buttons and pulled on levers with relish.
"Allons y!" He shouted with a final thrust of a brightly colored pump, the vessel vibrating in response and a characteristic rasping noise accompanying the tremor.
"I love this part!" The blonde proclaimed, grabbing hold of the console to steady herself.
A wooden blue box spun sedately in space, the curtain of nebulas casting purple shadows across its frame as a tiny white light atop it began to pulse in rhythm to its rasp. It shudders and sped off into the inky black, spinning ever faster before it plunging into a vortex of swirling color.
It materialized again, another diamond in the tapestry of night with a curious lensing effect causing the stars to seemingly coalesce and swirl in an invisible bubble above it.
A door popped open and a pair of heads stuck out, heedless of the unwelcoming vacuum as the twosome gazed at the anomaly.
"It's beautiful, sort of."
"Yeah... but what is it doing here?"
The man popped back inside, running up the ramp from the door back to the console, fiddling with more dials and levers and peering intently at a display.
"Doctor?"
"Yes, yes, yes... no, I mean no, no, no, no. Not good."
"Ahem, Doctor?"
"Yeah." He answered distractedly.
"What are those?" She pointed out and down, indicating a brace of bulky hammerhead shapes, their look clearly defining them to even an untrained eye as warships.
He strolled back down and lay on the floor, propping his head in his hands as he looked down and out over the edge of the blue box to examine his companion's source of curiosity.
"Well... they don't look all that friendly do they? Maybe we should say hello?" His eyebrows lifting in jest as he smiled goofily at his companion.
On board the nearest warship, a blip alerted its crew to the blue boxes appearance.
"Sir. A small object has just appeared on sensors next to the anomalous readings we've been tracking." The uniformed crewman informed the Captain, the older man's severe countenance darkening even further.
"Full scan. Tell me what it is."
"Aye sir, Adjutant, commence detailed scan of the new object." The crewman replied, focusing on his terminal.
"Scanning..." the feminine AI responded, her computational power being bent to the task of dissecting the data being fed to her from the scanners.
Suddenly, the blip disappeared, as did the data coming in from the various instruments.
"Scan incomplete. Object has disappeared."
"What?!" the crewman gasped, nervously looking over his shoulder at the pacing and irate captain.
"Warning, energy readings from the anomaly are fluctuating."
"Sir! The object is gone but something is happening to the 'wormhole'.
The captain stomped over, displeased at the further distraction. His taskforce was laying in wait for Raynor's Raiders to appear, Dominion intelligence having provided them with the coordinates for their rallying point. Another taskforce was heading into Umojan space to track down and capture or kill Sara Kerrigan and it was believed that the wily James Raynor would likely escape and appear here. Emperor Mengsk wanted that man almost as much as he wanted Kerrigan and made it clear to his Captains that failure would not be tolerated.
The scopes showed some incredible data from the anomaly. It looked like the event horizon of a black hole, the outer edges flexing and rippling while whatever lay within remained impervious to visual or sensor scans.
With a burst of radiant color, the 'wormhole' spat another object out into realspace, the swirling miasma of ether clinging to the disk as it arrived.
"What in the hell."
"Look at this Rose, we got another visitor."
Rose, began to worry at the tone the Doctor used, his normal exuberance subdued ever since he activated the TARDIS' invisibility.
"Hello... that doesn't look like it belongs here." The Doctor mused.
"It looks like a Dalek ship."
"No, I mean well yeah, it looks like them but it isn't. Wrong time and place."
"Uh oh, it doesn't look like your people are going to be very welcoming."
"My people? You mean humans?"
"Yeah, didn't I mention that? There are humans on those ships. They call themselves Terrans though. Haven't seen or heard from Earth in years. Don't really keep track of them too much, they aren't from our universe anyway."
"If they aren't from our universe, then how did they get here?"
"Oh we're not in our universe right now."
"I thought you said popping about parallel worlds was impossible."
"Nope, just really really hard. When the Timelords were around... when more Timelords were around, we'd put a stop to this sort of thing. But now... problem is... that this isn't a normal rift. I can't seem to get a grip on what though..."
"Yeah, weird how its all bubble like, all circular instead of wibbly line." Rose pointed out, chewing her lip in thought.
"Gah! I'm so thick!" He exclaimed, bopping himself in the head.
He leapt over the railing and scurried underneath, into the wires and guts while whipping out his ever present sonic screwdriver, it's warbling trill rising and falling as he worked. Rose peered down at him as he rushed from one spot to another, trying to decipher his muttering argument with himself.
With a shout that caused Rose to squeal in surprise, he jumped up and nearly braining himself on a low buttress. He ran back up to the console and jammed the screwdriver into it while twisting a dial.
"Rose Tyler, you are absolutely brilliant! Of course its not a bi-universal rift! Its a multi-universal bubble! It touching no less than... 37 different universes, probably a lot more. We need to shut this down before... oh no no no. Don't you do it!"
The silver craft resembled a convex disk with a raised blister on top and bottom, the very picture of a stereotypical 'flying saucer'. It had a dish like protrusion jutting from the bottom which re-oriented to face the investigating Terran warship.
The captain's omnipresent scowl was now directed out the viewport at the offending vessel. The attempt to communicate with them being met with a incomprehensible screed of alien speech which rose in intensity and volume. Even the adjutant could not make sense of the diatribe, but her next announcement left little to any of the bridge crew's imagination.
"Warning, energy spike detected. Alien vessel appears to be powering its weapon systems."
"All hands to battle stations! Brace for impact! All forward ATA batteries prepare to fire. Ready Yamato!" The captain barked, the crew scrambling into action to bring the vessel's mighty armament to bear.
A jagged green light speared from the dish beneath the silver saucer and splashed against the battlecruiser's thick armor, molten metal spraying out from the glowing scar it left along it's flank. A brief jet of atmosphere whistled out from the breach for a moment before the damage control teams could lock down the affected bulkheads. The hit was grievous but not crippling, the engines flaring to propel the vessel as it's laser cannon answered the assault with one its own. Waves of laser blasts bracketed the alien craft, striking a rippling conformal barrier of energy that noticeably faded under the fusillade.
The saucer attempted to evade the lasers while a crackling aura of green light around the weapon dish strengthened, indicating a second shot. It was then that the alien captain noticed the large aperture in the center of the human ship was glowing. He had time to puzzle over it for a handful of moments before a fiery blast of cataclysmic energy blasted from the opening and raced towards his ship. He turned and raised a 3 fingered hand in alarm just as his world erupted into white hot pain.
The Terran captain nodded in satisfaction as the Yamato cored the saucer and blasted it into tiny fragments, "Such is the fate of all who stand against the Terran Dominion." He didn't notice several of his crewmen rolling their eyes at the melodramatic pronouncement.
"No no! You didn't have to kill 'em!" The doctor shouted, "What is it with you humans and your guns?! Stupid apes!"
"Hey!" Rose responded, offended at the comparison, "To be fair, they did shoot first."
"Oh yeah, solve all the universe's problems by shooting holes in it. We've got to close this hole before more uninvited guests find themselves wandering where they don't belong."
"How do we do that?"
"I have no idea..."
A/N: I changed the foreward into a prologue, because I've been watching a lot of Dr. Who lately and am a big fan of both David Tennant and Billie Piper. I was wondering how the rift that was central to the cross over theme that brings the StarCraft and Fallout universe together might work. I'm no physicists, so I took a page from the Doctor's book to explain that the portal linking their two (and several other universes, though none but the Dr Who universe play a part) is a bubbly wubbly ball of time and space stuff. Chapter 19 is currently being written, more reviews, specifically critiques on my writing style would be appreciated!"
