Theta Sigma sighed and stared out of his open TARDIS door. The High Counsel had predicted this as the last day of the Time War but still had no idea why. Fools. It was obvious to him and his family why this was the last day. It had to end. The useless killing of both the Daleks and the Time Lords had to stop. Oh, he had a lot to think about. Well, him and his partner, best friend and fellow soldier Epsilon Gamma that is. The poor fellow was panicking but who could blame him. It was the closet the Time Lords had ever been to the "End of the World." He sighed angrily and turned back to the Console where his partner was pacing back and forth running hands through his floppy dark brown hair. Epsilon was quite the contrast to himself. While Epsilon had shaggy hair and a pretty boy face, Theta himself had curly hair that framed his long face. While Epsilon was tall, thin and muscular, Theta was short and stalky. 'Just more ways to lower your self-esteem Thete,' he thought.
"We've lost all communications to Arcadia! We've fallen!" Epsilon said in his smooth Scouse accent. Yet another way Epsilon was more appealing that Theta. Epsilon stopped pacing and turned to stare at his silent companion. "Well what have you to say? Arcadia has fallen! What do we do, Doctor?!"
"Epsilon relax! Just because Arcadia has fallen does not mean we have failed! Just. Relax. Now can you reach any of the other TARDIS' around us or have the Daleks blocked communication?" He knew what it meant. That was the last capital city on Gallifrey. They were lost. No one to report to. Who would know if they both… no that's preposterous. Theta cleared his throat to speak but was interrupted by the raspy voice of Rassilon.
"Doctor? Professor? Do you read? If you do I need you to listen. The Daleks have taken Arcadia. We have no other choice. The coding for the Moment is being burnt into the wiring of your TARDIS. We have no other way. You must use it." Once the line went dead the TARDIS was filled with an eerie silence and two pale-faced Time Lord Warriors.
