Time Lords
Daleks
Professor Paradox
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The Chrono Shimmer
Log date 001:
I never thought I'd see the day where time war would affect my home. My kind were a peaceful neutral party caught within the middle of a war between Daleks and Time Lords, but in the end, we were dragged down with them. Attacked, we went to war to defend our planet. Those that pushed us, we pushed back. Those who shot us down, we shot back. And Those who killed us, we gave hell. It became apparent that I would have to protect our world no matter the cost...
Log date 013:
Our attempts at survival are growing to be futile. Either faction in this war have to sophisticated weaponry and are far more prepared for war. Evermore worse, the entire war is now held within a time lock, meaning no one leaves nor enters if they were not present during the beginning or survive to the end. This also brings up a new front of disadvantages we face, time traveling. This is a skill both predatory races in this war have, some more than others; however, time traveling is time traveling, that is an advantage I wish I could give our people. Until next time...
Log date 030:
I can't believe what I just saw... someone broke through the time lock and not only traveled to my world from the past but from another planet! The man is of flesh, like a Time Lord, but can travel through time without a vessel or any technology, similar to a Dalek's temporal shift. When we spoke, he told me that he was told by me to talk to myself when I thought I was going to lose all hope. These were very specific instructions, but he'd come at that time. My home was thinking of surrendering to the Time Lords to make our world a base for their cause, but now, with what he's telling me is possible, we stand a fighting chance. It's time to build our salvation. It's time to work on the Chrono Shield...
Log date 052:
With the help of my subjects, we've gathered the materials for a design that I've apparently already come up with that would act as a generator for an atmosphere like shielding around our planet. My blacksmiths are nearly finished working on the general shell of the generator and my scientists are working on a way to power such a devise, but they can't seem to figure it out. Still, I remain optimistic and hope that I can look forward to the future...
Log date 82:
That man keeps disappearing and reappearing on random days at random times, but the last time he was here he didn't seem happy with me and even left without speaking to me. He only left a note saying: A glimpse at what is to come is not the cleanest key. I didn't know what he meant, and quite frankly still don't. I just hope that my mysterious visitor from beyond the time lock doesn't abandon me.
Log date 90:
I finally understand what he meant... but he's gotta be wrong. It's the only conceivable way to make the machine work with the technology we have. Well, technology and people...
Log date 91:
I did it...
Log date 108:
It took a lot of work, but the generator works... we are protected from any and all threats! No one can harm us...
Log date 108:
Hello, I'm not the usual writer in this journal, but she'll never have seen this. Only those with the ability to see beyond the walls of reality and into that which is not real. She must be stopped, I've attempted on multiple occasions to stop her, but now she's gone too far. She's killed hundreds to power her generator, well sort of... they aren't really alive, but they aren't really dead for that matter. Regardless, she needs to realize that she's making a mistake. I have one way to stop her, but it'll require your help. Speak her name, and she will hear you! Enough people may be enough to change the future. Her name is...
Log date 200:
I can't seem to write on the previous pages, something seems to be stopping me, but I'm far to busy to worry. I know that my entries are growing longer in gaps of time, but that's the problem when you're locked within a bubble of time within a time lock. You lose track of time. I wouldn't have written today, but something has happened and I needed to vent and write. The generators power supply has... stopped working. I know that I need to come up with a new plan before the residual effects of it start to end, but what could I do...
Log date 218:
That man, he's the key! He's able to ignore the time locked time war and travel to places that Time Lords and Daleks can't. I know what I must do now, I must do research...
Log date 249:
I'm not sure if I like what I found out. The reason his time traveling works isn't just due to his control over multiversal travel and interdenominational mastery. It's all of that and having one-hundred percent free will. The ability to make your own choices and have emotions, of some sort. Dalek have hatred and are wired to their technology. A TARDIS can travel due to its emotional circuitry within it, some even have an interface in which the Time Lord driving can talk and commune with it. So I need to not invent a machine that works with time manipulation; rather, give it to a being full of life.
Log date 268:
It appears as though I'll need to amend my previous statement, the being needs to be full of life and also of flesh... but I don't know how to find someone of flesh to give this gift to. So now I must search for a being not already gifted with time travel. I've sent some of my exploration teams out as far as we can send them. So here's waiting until there is news...
Log date 302:
My exploration crew has returned with a small sample of beings made of flesh. I'll be using it to replicate and build a flesh body in which I can instill time travel to protect my world; however, I've come to learn something. Something that has given me some form of distaste for the man I first met...
Log date 356:
Dammit. Dammit! DAMMIT! My experiment worked and from the flesh, a child was born. One capable of traveling through time... and space... and can become an interdenominational master. I wish I could say I was surprised it worked, but I'm not... the child is the younger version of that man from before... One problem with this child, he does not feel anything. I refuse to give him anything that may help him. Even if that does create an infinite loop through time and space...
Log date 368:
The child is deteriorating and feels nothing, and I can't let this continue. I don't know if there will be more entries, or if I'll be able to truly protect my world with this child's help. But I will try...
Log date 400:
The child has gained access to emotions. He can feel pain, love, hatred, and everything else. I, in return, have given up my emotional state, and personal love for anything. This is now me. White. Blank. Devoid of anything. Yet I am strong. Beautiful. A jewel to behold. I am no longer hidden within the rough.
...
"Paradox?" Gwen asked, waving in front of his face, "Are you okay?"
Paradox looked up from the book he was reading, "Yes, Gwendolyn, I'm fantastic!" He seemed upset.
Gwen placed a hand on his shoulder, "You were crying," she looked at the book in his hand, "What are you reading?"
Paradox wiped his eyes and placed the book in his pocket, "Just a small remnant of my mother," he rubbed the cover of the strange white translucent book made of some jewel, "it was her diary."
Gwen gave a gentle smile, "I understand," she looked a bit more intensely at his pocket, "Could I see it?"
Paradox pulled the book back out and looked at the cover intensely, "Unfortunately Gwen, I can not allow you to see the writing, but I can let you see the book a bit better," Paradox smiled, chuckling a tad.
Gwen rolled her eyes, laughing along with Paradox, "Even seeing it would be nice, Paradox," she winced at the cover of the translucent book, but all she saw was a design that she recognized, but couldn't place. She smiled, "It's a lovely book Paradox." As inconspicuously as possible, she quietly walked over to Rad and Rook, "Can either of you run a search on a symbol?"
Rad said nothing and simply quacked in anger, but Rook was more compliant, "Gwendolyn, if you could just draw it here," he was referencing a small tablet, "Then I believe we could find out what it pertains to by using the Plumber database as well as the extranet."
Gwen smiled and drew the design on the tablet.
"These searches typically take a few minutes, but I will try to expedi-" Rook was cut off by a beep from the tablet, "Oh dear."
Gwen looked at the tablet, "Rook can you explain?"
Rad looked over and his feathers ruffled, "You're telling me you saw that symbol on my ship?"
Gwen, while hesitant, nodded.
"Then we have a new problem, Red Spots plus one," Rad slowly drew his pistol, "Someone of the gem homeworld is on my ship, and worse," he cocked the gun, "They're in league with the White Diamond.