Prologue

The war had been raging for millennia. Some still lived to tell of the beginning, while many others fell shortly after it started. One thing was certain, though… The Prime Minister of Gallifrey was determined to change the tides of the war. He was done seeing his people slaughtered with no clear winner. He would have to do the unthinkable. He would have to absorb the time vortex itself and take the power of time to create an army. Only then would the Time Lords be victorious.

The Prime Minister planned his move carefully and discreetly. Trusting only a few chosen Time Lords and Ladies with the knowledge so they may help. Finally, the time came. The Prime Minister opened the heart of his own Tardis and allowed the Vortex to consume him. He felt the power of Time seep into his being, altering his mind and soul. He felt the fire that filled his veins and the regeneration energy war with the Time energy. His body wouldn't last a thousand years. He had to act fast.

The trusted few were sent out to the best-known humanoid planets, ordered to bring back specimens they deem strong enough for the next stage. All but four Time Lords returned with test subjects. The others were eliminated by the now vengeful Prime Minister. The test subjects were subdued and restrained. The three subjects were as different as night and day. One was obviously only borderline humanoid. He had spiked horns on the bridge of his nose, traveling across the browbone and ending before his ears. His hands were hooved, and his hair was made of scales. The other two were more obviously human. The male was a skinny specimen with long, red hair. He was tan with freckles making him look even darker. He had a stuttering heartbeat, but he seemed strong. The other was a small thing. She was average height by human standards, with shoulder length brown hair. Her eyes held intelligence, but a wariness in them made her seem small. It would be a miracle if she survived.

The Prime Minister gestured for the others to leave the room. He didn't want to risk harming his own people unnecessarily. Or gifting them something only he deserved.

With a deep breath, he visualized what he wanted from the three bound figures before him. He imagined the perfect soldier—ones who could be killed, but never die, the immortal weapon. Eternal health and survival. The key to winning the war. With an exhale, he spread his powers through the room. The blinding gold light filled the space and even he had to close his eyes. There was silence as the light seeped from him to the three test subjects. Each had a different reaction. The first male arched his back and cried out in a screech, falling silent as the power of Time was too much. He had failed the experiment. The second male also cried out, but he fell silent with heaving breaths. It would seem he passed the test. No… his breathing stopped.

The female was silent, laying still and quiet as the excess light made her skin glow and her veins light up. Yet she was still breathing, her heartbeat erratic. Soon, the light was gone she stopped glowing. The only sign was a strip of bright, golden hair sprouting from the side of her head. She breathed deeply, as if she had just finished a marathon at a dead sprint. Her forehead was damp from sweat and her eyes screwed up in pain. Slowly, she calmed down and her body relaxed. The Prime Minister waited for her to either open her eyes, or fall prey to the Time like the others.

An hour passed, then another. Finally, when the Time Lord was ready to eliminate the failed body, the female gasped and shot up as far as her bindings let her, her eyes open, a brief flash of gold before she passed out. Breathing normally and sleeping peacefully.

The Prime Minister of Gallifrey grinned as he looked down at his new prize. A weapon for the ages. A weapon to turn the war.

And they would be victorious.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tori was aimlessly walking down by the peer. A normal pastime these days… years… centuries. She found herself rather bored of the day to day, but the walks by the water always seemed to calm her down and remind her of the beauty in life. Over the years, she had dabbled in all her normal hobbies. She spent a few decades acting in a small theater, a decade or so teaching… even helped in some of the wars as a nurse. But nothing was satisfying anymore. Not after the trauma that brought her here. Not after her very life had been taken from her.

Just as she was rounding a corner, she rammed right into a figure, though the figure seemed to deliberately step in her way. Tori fell back from the impact, a slight huff escaping her lips as she landed on the ground.

"Oops, sorry there, ma'am." Tori saw a hand reach down to help her up. She glanced up at the man attached to the arm and saw the smirk of a rather slimy looking Irishman, based on the accent. Tori accepted the hand.

"…thanks. I think." She muttered as he helped her stand.

"Not at all!" He was far too loud and cheerful for her. "Say, what's a pretty lady like you doing out here on her own at this time of night?"

Alarms blared in her head as she examined the man's face for a threat. He continued to smirk, but there was something in his eyes that said he knew something he wasn't saying.

"Taking a stroll. It's not illegal and it's only just sundown. Not that it's any business of yours." She stated coolly.

"No offense meant, miss. I just hate to see a beautiful person on their own." He grinned.

Tori's internal alarms blazed back to life and panic seized her as she thought of the horrible scenarios of this kind of confrontation. He continued to smirk at her and stood his ground, making it obvious he wasn't going anywhere.

"Er… right. If you'll excuse me…" She tried being polite.

"You're not leaving so soon, are you?" He asked, tightening his grip on her hand.

Tori stuttered and tried to step back, but his grip didn't let up and she could feel body heat behind her. She glanced back and saw two large men standing close to her. She swallowed loudly. The man holding her hand chuckled and released her, knowing she couldn't get far even if she tried.

"Let's try this again, shall we? I'd like to personally invite you to come with us peacefully. No need to alert the public." The Irishman drawled.

"I-I really should be heading home. I have work in the morning." Tori stuttered.

The man chuckled. "Really, miss Daniels? You think I didn't do my homework? You've been around for a long time… Plenty of time for Torchwood to know of your whereabouts. Now, I'll ask you again. Won't you please come with us?"

Tori felt her face drain of color as she realized what he said. Torchwood… She'd been around shortly after the first order was created. She'd been on the run ever since she escaped them then. She started shaking her head and prepared herself to run. "I'm sorry, you must have me confused." She tried to say with more bravery than she felt.

The man sighed. "Very well. I did say please." He snapped and the two men behind her grabbed her shoulders. As she was about to cry out, a crack was heard and her world when black as pain filled her brain.

The last words she heard were, "Alert the others. We've finally got her."