Daedalus Drops In

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I'm gonna throw everything I think is cool into the mix, but at a slow pace. I know how I want to resolve the story but it's a LONG way away.

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Prologue: Color schemes.

"Knowledge is power." - Saying

It wasn't a place. Not really. It had been built with gnosis and gnosis alone. The five of them were some of the most powerful minds in existence.

Wanderers. Tourists and buisnessmen and good samaritans. Technology. Magic. Information. Time. Power. All simply tools they used to step between the book's pages. On this day they'd write their own book.

A clanging whir echoed through the white void. Vworrrp. Vworrp. The TARDIS materialized and the Doctor stepped out. He looked at the nothingness around him. "Space between spaces..." he murmured, twisting a few of the strands of reality he and his compatriots had so beautifully woven into a shape. Brown. Cloth... aand...

Eldred was third to arrive. He saw the Doctor and the Timeless one chat in the distance. Eldred was an old archmage. He'd almost been a godslayer.

But thanks to a friend's advice he'd chose to become a peacemaker in a land of warring gods instead. He had gathered a vast library of spells and could teleport anywhere in a given universe through will alone.

However, universe-to-universe travel, book to book as it were, required some help. Help from Zyzyx, his familiair, who just this once stayed home, tending to Toldor's silly requests. Still, Toldor'd earned it.

Eldred had some contact with the Timeless one in the past, back when he was still called Nameless. It was he who advised him not to kill the gods but instead band them together. He and Eldred shared roughly the same portfolio, with Eldred being the weaker pure mage of the two.

Having said that, with enough souls to shove into his constructs, Eldred could raise an army. No amount of thrown lightning could beat two dozen phoenixes, dragons and rhinoks covered by Toldor's protection field. Lord knows certain entities had tried.

Stepping out of the whirling void between the worlds, Doctor Manhattan frowned lightly. In front of him sat three men, one, (the Doctor) apparently human. With a cowboy hat on his head. One, a Jheran (Gray reptillian, in a billowing gem-encrusted white cloak). With a cowboy hat on his head.

And thirdly, the often-changing face of the Timeless one, who had taken the form of a Krogan (BIG reptillian, chitin plating, mouth like a frog) for today. With a cowboy hat on his head.

Resigning himself to the whims of the guy who called this interesting meeting, the blue god materialized a cowboy hat on his head.

Two members of the trio seemed to be engaged in what appeared to be a card game. Eldred's gruff voice spoke. "Poisoned" He materialized a black token and placed it on the Doctor's card. "One more to go, Time Lord." The Doctor, sitting cross-legged on the floor, winced at his poor luck (yeah right, luck...) and looked up at Manhattan. "Don't suppose you've played?"

The Timeless one had, at this point, had enough. He slapped his hand on the 'floor' of the void, insofar as there was one, shaking up the card game and decaying it to dust. "Gentlemen..."

He took off his cowboy hat. He had a reason to wear the face of a Krogan. They were big. Loud. Tough. "...this is not a vacation! You are, in fact, taking time away from a very hard-earned vacation of mine!" Eldred's eyebrow quirked. His old friend sounded angry, but also weary... Yup, Timeless. The Doctor put a hand on his shoulder in empathy.

From nothing, a door opened a few feet next to the TARDIS and out stepped a man. Pallid, almost green skin, walking like a meat puppet. One of the more grim multiversal entities.

The Doctor stood up. "G-man." His voice carried contempt. The power broker responded. "That designation will do. Play is over. I know you, Doctor, and you know me. To the rest of you..."

He looked over the other three participants. A Jheran. Two energy beings.

The G-man cleared his throat: "The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. The Doctor has asked me to find a... situation... for him to exploit. He wants to alter destiny and wants us to help guide the fallout."

His cold eyes glanced at the Doctor. "Normally, I set up civilizations to fight and butcher one-another. That is my preferred employ. I will not enjoy working with vagrants and tourists such as yourself. The only reason I am here is... debts." The G-man's eyes fell on the TimelLord who had reluctantly saved him and then upon each of the others. They seemed... displeased. This amused the G-man.

Eldred rose to his feet. "You've been invited by the Doctor, so you're needed. However like him, your physical body is rather frail, so try anything..." He looked toward Manhattan and the Timeless Krogan. The former nodded solemly while the latter added: "...try anything and we'll take you apart and place each molecule in a different dead universe."

The Doctor coughed. That threat reminded him a bit too much of himself. "While I like your... creativity, gentlemen, it's time we begin. Let us weave our own fate." He stretched out his arm, the others followed suit. A pentagonal, blue table materialized in front of them.

"The Blue Council is in session."

Somewhere across the multiverse, another Time Lord screamed as he fell through the void. The Doctor's meddlings had cut open a gap wide enough for him to pass through. From the time war... onto a desert planet recently colonized by the Tau.

...He could work with that.

-Preview- (Cue choppy trailer)

...The comms chirped into action: "Base, This is Wind."...

...BC-304...

...It had fallen out of the sky and it had swatted the dragon down like a fly and crushed it underfoot. The poor beast's soul was still screaming inside its bones. Irleth walked up to the colossal hunk of steel that had burrowed itself into the Pelagius Farm's soil...

...Meanwhile, a man walked toward the Shrine of Azura. Snow was blowing down onto his cheeks. He kneeled at the statue and prayed. "Hello, I'm the Doctor."...

..."OPEN FIRE!" Stormcloak catapults threw barrels of burning oil over the walls of Whiterun...