Prologue: The Old man and the Box
An elderly man stood at the very edge of a blue British Police box.
It drifted in the cold and now empty void of space.
His face was wrinkled with both age and battle as it stared into space wearily.
He stroked his grey and grown beard.
"It's done." The gravelly old voice spoke.
"The War no more. Daleks of Skaaro burned. Time Lords of Gallifrey fallen. They are all gone...that city, that grass even that sky. No... No point in grieving, what I did had to be done, in the name of peace and sanity."
A small voice retorted in the back of his mind. "But not in the name of the Doctor."
"The war would have destroyed the whole universe if I didn't put a stop to it. The world did not need a Doctor, it needed a warrior." He said to himself as he recalled the horrors of the Last Great Time War.
Billions dying and being brought back to life over and over to be used as cannon fodder.
Timelines being erased and rewritten so much so; the very fabric of reality was ripped apart.
People disappearing from time itself.
The Hordes of Travesties.
The Would-have-been Kings, and his armies of Meanwhiles and Neverwheres.
The Nightmare Child of Davros: The Ultimate Dalek. The Time Lords cloned Earth thousands
of times over and shot at it like bullets. He remembered how the planets crashed and were
destroyed on their skin, like water droplets on a flame.
The weapons of the war were as monstrous as the enemies faced:
Cannons that could erase people from existence.
Ships that could turn planets into black holes.
Bombs that could age anything to death.
That is why he had to end it.
"Is that why you killed them all, is that why even your own planet burned at your hands?"
Upon hearing this he looked back inside and said,
"What I did, I did without choice. There was no other way, they were both going to destroy
the universe. I had to make sure they didn't, no matter the cost."
"And this is your punishment...you live."
He grimaced as he turned around, closed the double doors behind him, and walked inside.
"It's bigger on the inside." Well, that is what they used to say. The old man reminisced then shook his head.
He took off his war-worn leather coat and hung it up on a rather large brown coral-like support beam.
He sighed as he walked towards the center of the chamber, where he looked upon a round
messy console table with a white translucent pillar coming from the middle that connects it
to the dome- like roof of the Interior.
He walked around the console as he grabbed a monitor connected by a mechanical arm.
He gazed at his reflection proclaiming, "Wearing a bit thi-"
All at once, sirens began to blare out all around the room as it began to wobble and shake.
The lights then began to flicker in unison as the old man grabbed hold of the console for
dear life as the trembling continued.
He grumbled as he pressed a button on the control panel to activate the monitor, which then lit up and stated:
-Time Vortex rift detected
"Damn, that can't be. The war is over. The rifts should not open up this quickly-"
The room shook once more with greater force as one of the coral support beams broke away and fell on the control panel.
Sparks fly everywhere as it lands, puffs of the smoke plume around as the monitor then reads:
-Now manually entering Time Vortex rift
"Oh, for god's sake." The elderly man said as he then frantically ran around the console, which caught on fire.
In response, he pulled up multiple levers, pressed various buttons as several devices as they
all began to bleep and vibrate.
"No more. Voice interface, activate this instant!" He yelled out in frustration.
Suddenly a light feminine voice replied. "Voice interface activated."
"Reroute all power to the console and shields, close off the rooms and services." He said as he heaved on a lever pulling it up.
"Rerouting all power, Warning; Anomaly detected, dimensional rifts opening in the armory.
Now entering the Time Vortex." She said serenely as the surroundings begin to crumble and tumble.
Within the void of space, a white crack began to form right beside the strange blue box.
It slowly formed into a tear as the box entered within it violently as if forcing a square to
enter a circular hole.
Within the console room, several of the wires caught on fire.
They sparked violently as the ensuing destruction ravages the room, slowly destroying what remains.
"Rifts in the Ta- "
Suddenly the entire room violently lurched to its side as it sent the old man to a wall as several more of the coral support beams crashed on him.
He lay there motionless, buried under the debris.
The monitor now cracked started to blink for the last time as it listed:
-Several Objects now missing from Archive General/Weapons.
-Sword of Never/missing
-Dalek Temporal cannon/Missing
-Validium/?
-Pieces of the Sword of Forever/Missing
The screen flickers before turning off, with its last message being,
Emergency Protocol activated:
Searching for possible landing
-Now landing in:
Earth level 5 planet.
Continent: Asia.
Country: Japan.
Tengu City.