He was young for his people, only a hundred or so. His face was clean shavend, his blue eyes shown with the energy of youth, his reaven black hair was shaggy, he wore the red and orange robes most gallifrayen youths wore. They were torn and dirty and as he ran across the battlefeild new rips began to form.
The futuristic gun clutched in his clammy hands was his only defense. The bodies of both his eniemies and his friends litterd the ground around him. His destination in sight the young man relaxed slightly/ A large ship stood just over a small ditch. It was black so it could blend with the unforgiving enviroment.
Rushing up the ramp he glanced behind him at the harsh land scape. The sky was black with smoke from the fires dotting the land. Remnants of ships from both sides were strewn about, some still spraying sparks into the air. Formily proud structures had crumbled to the redend soil. Shaking his head in dismay the young man continued into the ship.
The entricate coils of wiring and tubing that wound around the inside of the ship ran along the walls, and into the white flooring. Walking further into the ship he heard the chatter of voice's from beyound the control room door. Just as he was about to open the door it slid open.
A young woman came to a halt in front of him, the anger on her face all but disappearing as she grabed him in a tight hug. Relief was flooding from her in waves. "Susan?" The young man ask's breathlessly.
"Your alive!" She exclaimed happily before pulling back and punching him on the shoulder, "You idiot! I thought you were dead!"
They walked into the buzzing control room, the young man rubbing his shoulder with a sour look. Four people were manning the controls, an old man stepped into the young man's line of sight staring at him until he felt his skin crawl.
"We were worried about you Maxiouscal. Your recklessness nearly got you and everyone around you killed. Plus your sister nearly had my ear off! Now," The elder said putting his hands on Maxiouscal's shoulders, "Shall we be off before the Daleks catch us?"
"Yes sir!" Private first class Maxiouscal twisted his hands in the normal gallifrayen salute. Though he never liked his rather long name his Captain, known only as the Doctor, had taken it upon himself to call the young man Cal. He would never admit that he liked the nickname and forced a scowl everytime he was addressed as such.
Little did Maxiouscal know that the war he and his comrade's had been fighting in was about to get alot worse. The Daleks were no match for the Time lords in power, but what they lacked in strength they more then made up for in numbers. Several of the higher species had been wiped out already, they actually had to ban the war loving Sontarans from participating!
When he had heard of the war it was the night of his 'graduation' from the acdemy. The elders had barely contained their whispers of the bloody affair. They spoke with disdain about the Daleks who had just been a rumor until then. Cal felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of war, though his were a peace loving people they could be dead boring. It gave him purpose once more.
And as he gazed into the untampered schism his heart's lept into his throat, butterflies invading the empty space left behind. From then on he had horrible nightmares.
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