There's an ancient legend in the universe which has surpassed everything, lived on from generation by generation. The legend of the Doctor, which has influenced the Galaxy. From the ancient Krogans of Tuchanka to the founding of the Citadel Council.
The Doctor has always been there, but he has been forgotten. Like most things, trace of him vanished and people's faith in his existence waned. The legend became a myth, nothing more than tall stories remained.
However, for those who know where the look. The so-called myth and legend. Is quite real. In the year of 2186, Doctor Liara T'soni will stumble upon a discovery while searching the Prothean Archives.
The Milky Way Galaxy was on the precipice of war. The Reapers were coming to continue with their cycle of destruction. The need has never been so dire. Earth, Humanity, all sentient life in the galaxy now needs the Doctor. For without him, the probability of a victory against the Reapers is slim at best.
The Reapers were coming, they had laid waste to the Batarian Hegemony and was now underway towards the Systems Alliance territory. For Earth.
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Liara T'soni skimmed through the data on the display with a direct feed from the Prothean Archives. Admiral Hackett had asked for her specifically, not only due to her degree in Xenoarchaelogy but also that she was a close friend and ally of Commander Shepard. She believed – no, she knew that the Reapers were coming. Six months ago, he had destroyed a mass relay and by consequence; all three hundred thousand batarian colonists in the Aratoht system had perished.
It appalled her, the very notion to sacrifice an entire system. Just to slow the Reapers down. Yet she knew that Shepard had no choice, that there hadn't been another way. She couldn't begin to fathom the guilt weighting Shepard down after having been forced to make a impossible decision. However, would it be worth it in the end? Liara didn't know but she wasn't about to roll over and waste time. The Archives still held troves of information. There had to be something here which could help.
She then paused as she noticed something odd in the datastream. Her brows were perked, the data she was now examined was a song. Why would a song be in a prothean archive? It was easy to translate, like if it translated itself.
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I cross the void beyond the mind
The empty space that circles time.
I see where others stumble blind
To seek a truth they never find.
Eternal wisdom is my guide.
I am the Doctor.
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Through cosmic waste the TARDIS flies
To taste the secret source of life.
A presence science can't deny
Exists within, outside, behind
The latitude of the human minds.
I am the Doctor.
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My voyage dissects the course of time
"Who knows?" you say
But are you right?
Who searches deep to find the light
That glows so darkly in the night
Toward that point I guide my flight.
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As fingers move to end mankind
Metallic teeth begin their grind.
With sword of truth I turn to fight
The satanic powers of the night.
Is your faith before your mind?
Know me. Am I, the Doctor?
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Liara was confused, now fidgeting as a question came to her mind. Unknown to her, it was the first question, the oldest question in the universe.
Doctor Who?
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Author's Note: Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the beginning of a grand adventure. All content featured in this story is respectively owned by their writers, publishers and composers.
That includes the song, "Who is the Doctor" which was originally sung word by word; by no other than John Pertwee to the classic doctor who theme in 1972.