The Doctor fought against the crushing strength of Omega's hands about his neck. His two echo selves each wrestled with one of the brawny arms of Omega. The Doctor knew that Omega's resurrected body was nearly complete. He would kill the only Time Lord that could stop him and then leave the Matrix to bring his genocidal plans to completion
But the Doctor had one more trick up his sleeve. All he need was just an ounce more of concentration. Slowly, he and his past selves released the iron grip of Omega just a fraction. It was just enough for the old Warrior to say, "Omega, I'm not the only incarnation to forsake the name of the Doctor, and he fought here in the Matrix as well."
From the shadows of the jungle about them stepped forth a man in black Time Lord robes and skullcap. The lightening illuminated a long, scowling face. He casually stepped behind Omega, grasped the legend's head with both hands, and forced twisted it about. With a sickening snap, Omega's head fell limp on his shoulders, and his body crumbled beneath him. Omega, the jungle, and all of the Doctor's incarnations besides the old Warrior disappeared. He stood in an infinite darkness illumined only by the light from the stained glass door of the Matrix. The Doctor's shoulders sagged, he let out a sad sigh, and left the Matrix.
Hours later, he was still detained in the high council chambers. Rassilon was quite unlike himself, praising the Doctor's actions before the assembled Time Lord cardinals there. The Doctor had no qualm with being rude and just leaving, but Rassilon had ordered the Doctor's TARDIS to be recovered from the gantry debris and brought to the chambers. At last the TARDIS was brought in, a little more battered Iooking than usual.
"Well, I must be going. There's a war to fight, Rassilon," said the Doctor as he headed for the TARDIS doors.
"He is to be addressed as 'Lord President'," said one of Rassilon's sycophants, Karlax.
Before the Doctor reached the TARDIS, the guards marched in Commander Maxil. The Doctor returned to the council table, plopped down in a chair next to Rassilon's, and asked, "What are you going to do to him?"
"The penalty for treason is death," sneered Rassilon as he leveled his gauntleted hand towards the soldier who shared a face with the Doctor's sandy haired incarnation .
"Doesn't he get a trial?" asked the Doctor.
"If you wish," said the sly Lord President, "Given your past together, you may be his judge."
"I accept," said the Doctor hastily. "I find Security Commander Maxil guilty of treason."
"Oh, that's much more fare," said Maxil, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
As Rassilon raised his gauntlet again, the Doctor boldly pushed his arm down, and said, "As judge, I reserve the right to pass sentence."
"Need I remind you that the sentence for treason is death?"
"Need I remind you that a judge is free to pass which ever sentence he chooses?"
With that, the Doctor arose, and said, "Maxil, I sentence you to exile from Gallifrey for the rest of your natural lives. Maxil is to be given a somewhat faulty, older model TARDIS and escorted off world. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some Daleks to fight."
"Do you expect me to thank you?" asked Maxil as the Doctor passed him on the way to his TARDIS.
"Also, Maxil is to be forcible regenerated into a new incarnation. It's always best to start an exile with a fresh, new face. I'll send some facial suggestions from my TARDIS data base. Ta, ta."
The Doctor entered the TARDIS and it dematerialized with its customary wheezing and groaning. The entire high council sat dumbfounded as the absurd, old warrior left, except for Maxil who simply asked, "Where's this TARDIS I've been promised?"
The End.