Chapter 10
Even after time spent sleeping and more in the 'garden room' within Marie's interior Harry felt there was something lacking from his rest.
The affects of the alcohol he had easily flushed from his body, his mastery of his Time Lord biology ensured that.
But he still felt he was lacking something.
He directed Marie travel to the Eye of Orion, he felt there he could muse on his mission for the CIA, as well as practice his psychic abilities away from the confines of her dimensions.
Floating several rocks around in front of him he leaned against the ruins he had located. Said ruins were far from where Marie had materialised, although there was evidence of other TARDISes having materialised in this location.
From the temporal disturbances he could sense, when he reached out his senses he could feel that none had been here for some time. However there was still a sense that some TARDISes had been present here.
Directing more of his concentration he floated another rock up and set it slowly rotating around the others he was rotating. The rocks were a rough approximation of Gallifrey's home system. The concentration required was significant, though not distracting.
He knew Innocet practiced similar exercises like this, being the only other Cousin of the House of Lungbarrow who showed significant psychic abilities.
He had, having recovered from the alcoholic beverages the Androgums had given him completed a report for the CIA of everything he and Marie had observed in the Third Zone. The affects of Kartz and Reimer's experiments he continued to feel, their affects still lingered like the cloying street food the Shabogans consumed that his brother sometimes pressed him to try. Perhaps, he'd reasoned that was simply down to his compromised biology from the alcohol combined with the temporal radiation he had been exposed to.
But here, now, where he could relax and focus on a different task he felt that his concentration and control was returning to a state that he was more familiar with.
Harry was not sure he had accomplished enough for the CIA in their exploration of the Third Zone. Even though Narvin's request had been very open ended he still felt he should have discovered more.
Because Kartz and Reimer experiments were of a temporal nature their future wasn't temporally locked, so travelling into his and their relative future would not yield useful results to discover what might come of them. The timelines in this situation were quite fluid, and disturbed according to Marie's sensors. According to Marie's data there were few fixed points to use as a basis for anchoring travel forwards into their future. Harry had postulated that the Matrix may be able to extrapolate out an answer of where Kartz and Reimer's experiments may lead to, but physical time travel was not the answer to this conundrum of their discoveries.
Letting the rocks drop Harry changed his focus, thinking back to his encounter with the individuals on Earth. They had projected energy matrixes with devices held in their hands.
But he was sure the projection was related to psychic potential.
In the heat of the moment with the energies flowing around him had had managed to construct a force shield to deflect the energies directed at him.
But that was within and environment rich with those energies, there and then he was able to feel his way through the situation, it had felt, almost instinctual to react to it.
These were not things he had considered until now, since he'd been within the Third Zone and amongst the Androgums with their each unique culture playing off one another it had made him consider the reactionary nature of cultural and society constructions in a new way.
Harry breathed in the warming morning air and focused on a small plant, something that seemed to be encroaching on the other plants that were in the area.
Focusing on this plant he felt he could crush it with his abilities, by projecting energy towards it...feeling a fizzing in the air for the briefest moment of a microspan.
He sighed. Generating directed psychic energy was not something he could simply recreate from one experience, one brief experience filled with adrenalin that would cloud some of his senses.
Standing Harry decided more research was needed, more discovery of psychic potential and manipulation in other races.
He felt like he should return to Sol 3, to Earth, where he had encountered those psychic energy projections. But it was one incident there, there were plenty of civilisations in countless galaxies that had psychic potential, Earth was but one planet. Plus he had some reticence, ambivalent in returning to a planet where he had so wilfully used Time Lord weaponry in front of the local population, albeit those with directed energy psychic abilities.
Breathing in slowly he focused on the location where Marie had materialised and pictured it in his mind, focusing his psychic energy as he did so and then he felt the rush of displaced air.
Harry laughed in both surprise and elation. He was stood a short distance from Marie, who was watching with some surprise at his appearance.
"Your evolution progresses," she observed as he walked into her dimensions.
"Focused." Harry mused, feeling the energy loss from the psychic transference even that short distance from the ruins, he walked over to the food machine selecting a high energy food item. "Dematerialise Marie," he said as he unwrapped the item and began to consume it as he walked through Marie's corridors to her library. Whilst on Gallifrey he had instructed her to fill her library from the Capitol data-net via the House of Lungbarrow. The House would have both shielded her and granted her access.
He wished to find a source of information, which covered the topics of psychic abilities. It was not a simple task, even on Gallifrey, those with abilities were few. Few in the sense of strong enough ability.
However there were stories throughout Gallifrey's history of those with powers, back before Rassilon, in the Dark Times, the Time of Chaos when all manner of creature roamed the universe.
Harry stopped, he had not reached Marie's library, but knew where it was, instead he stepped sideways, taking a door in a side wall back to the control room.
Walking up to the console he began to key in the coordinates. The planet Hyspero was ancient.
Not as ancient as Gallifrey or the oldest planet known to the Shabogans as 'Planet One', Harry paused for a moment as he keyed in the location coordinates. His brother had often talked of visiting both the oldest and newest planets in the universe, both had some meaning, even for Time Lords, but for time travellers as they both were now, the definition was much less defined. Supposedly Planet One was littered with art work from the multitude of adventurers, wanders, discoverers, who left messages for those that would follow their footsteps, seeking out the first inhabited planet without a sentient species in the universe. That was what he always challenged his brother on.
The so called 'Planet One' was only notable because it only contained plant life with nothing that could be considered sentient on it. That was what it made an appealing destination, especially for his brother, barely older than a Time Tot and ready to run away from Gallifrey.
"Determine the temporal coordinates yourself Marie," Harry said he finished inputting the coordinates. "Early enough that we may revisit. Old enough for them to have been visited."
"Hyspero's timeline is ancient Harry," said Marie, suggesting perhaps that it did not matter when they materialised.
Harry just nodded as he went to change for Hyspero's variable, though predominantly desert climate.
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Harry laughed with the group as the finished another circle-telling of collective stories. That was Hyspero's strength, it had so many tales, stories, songs of the past, its history wasn't just in pages but in the people and the buildings.
It was why it became in subsequent hundreds of years relative to when he was a destination for universities to hold conferences, meetings and delegations here. It further fostered the discussion and development of ideas. But now, at this point in its history those who travelled here did so without a spaceport, without any sort of designated landing zone. Those who visited sought out Hyspero.
He had considered, when Marie had materialised that perhaps this was too early in Hyspero's history as a development for him to seek out knowledge concerning psychic abilities.
But he had been proved incorrect, there were still a great many buildings containing books, libraries and archives. But a much more richer source were those who travelled between the citifies, the other cities of Hyspero, this knowledge was still fresh.
It seemed, hearing some of their tales they knew of time sensitives, those who could feel the ebb a flow of the time stream and those who could transverse the time lines.
Some tales amazed and chilled him, beings who could walk with the time winds, unaffected by their drifting temporal winds and could navigate through their own abilities. This he had heard of a few races, but few had such control or ability with the timelines.
Just as his companions were pouring him another cup of something which tasted similarly to the Earth-based tea he felt a presence behind him.
Craning around he found Marie.
"What is it Marie?" he asked getting up from where he was sat cross legged.
"A message was received from Gallifrey," she reported as he bade his farewells to the group he had been sitting with.
Once within Marie Harry found a hypercube sitting on the console.
Picking it up he held it on his palm mentally unlocking it.
It was from Narvin acknowledging his information concerning Kartz and Reimer. But also informing him his brother had returned to Gallifrey.
Summoned by the High Council of Time Lords, the small council.
Narvin did not provide any further information than this.
Likely allowing Harry to draw his own conclusions from the given information.
For his brother to return, or likely be forcibly recalled to Gallifrey meant that his brother would likely have encountered something which required the abilities of multiple Time Lords, and the High Council would likely have assisted, but also pursued his brother's status as a renegade.
From the tales his travelling associates had told him of his brother's travels with them, he would likely have been charged with interfering with different timelines; different histories of different cultures and planet's timelines.
But if it was the small council, it would have meant his brother had been stood before not the full High Council, but only three, maybe four senior Time Lords, and allowed to speak his case without an Inquisitor to moderate.
Harry thought to himself as he walked back over to the console and set Marie's drift compensators and adjusted her temporal coordinates; dematerialising. He had found some good tales speaking with the wanderers of Hyspero, but their stories, the accuracy of them had been lost to the entropy of performance.
Carefully watching Marie's coordinates he rematerialised her, she had travelled back some 500 cycles around Hyspero's main star.
Checking the outside environment he changed, while Hyspero had been a desert environment for much of its history, but like Gallifrey which many thought was timeless, it had seasons, changes in time and the environment. Outside now was between seasons, making the moisture content quite high.
Harry paused on the threshold of the real world interface; at the doors to the outside world of Hyspero, momentarily considering if, with his new status with the Celestial Intervention Agency if he might be able to affect any change to his brother's situation.
"No," Harry said to himself.
He knew the charges his brother would have had levelled at him very well. All Time Lords knew it, and his status as a renegade meant there would be few options left available to him. It was right that Narvin had contacted him, it was more than most Time Lords would consider to do.
However, Harry did hold the possibility that Narvin may have sent him the information to probe how Harry might react. Narvin was a member of the Patrex Chapter, perhaps not an artist, if he had pursued a role in the CIA, but there were several amongst the Patrexes that were notable for their analyses and discoveries of possible futures, its influences and alterations.
Harry wondered if that was what Narvin was doing, positioning him, providing him with knowledge to move him towards an outcome.
Harry exhaled. He found his mind too disorganised at the moment, too many analyses and possibilities playing on limited information.
He needed by one thing to consider, psychic energy projection, something the mages and other mystics of Hyspero had discovered, mastered and lost, over and over throughout its history.
Stepping out of Marie he wondered, looking to her as he thought of Gallifrey once more as Marie's chameleon circuit obscured her into the background if where he should be looking to is Gallifrey's history.
The Pythia had great powers, powers that rivalled the six founders of modern Gallifrey. He blinked and wondered if he should have considered that first, instead of seeking out Hyspero. But what Hyspero lacked with its connection to Gallifrey it instead had great wealth of history, of layers of psychic potential embraced and stories shared.
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Harry stood on one of the mountains of Hyspero. It was night and a cool breeze was whisking its way through the lower areas of the desert floor. It wasn't cold, not cold like a Gallifreyan winter was. But compared to the heat of the day he had discovered it felt good for night to arrive to carry away some of the day's heat.
Beside him was a hovering ball of fire.
A bag below it was from the fire carriers of Hyspero.
He had sought them out, over 10 cycles of the planet's orbit ago. Barely a few heart's beat to a Time Lord. They had been naturally suspicious of him, there were few adventurers to Hyspero at his point in their history.
But they had, once he'd demonstrated his abilities become more open.
Demonstrated when they started flinging balls of what appeared to be heated plasma at him.
He again had created, inspired by the environment a psychic shield as he had done on Earth.
Slowly he had learnt, not their methods, or even their language for their fire carrying, but the philosophy of their life's pursuit.
He had on many occasion recalled the Hermit who lived nearby to the House of Lungbarrow and the tales he told. Those tales that his brother loved, and visited the Hermit often. Harry had, as the cycles and the seasons of Hyspero passed had cause to reconsider the Hermit again.
One day during his studies in the Capitol he'd visited the House of Lungbarrow, and the Hermit had departed. From the House's records it had been after his brother had attended the Academy.
Holding out his hand Harry concentrated with his mind.
A similar ball of fire; plasma and energy formed above his hand.
It hadn't been formed from the hovering ball of flame, although a portion of his mind was holding it there against the planet Hyspero's gravity.
But the ball of energy he had manifested above his hand was inspired by it, conjured by him, by his psychic forces and from the environment around him.
To do so was about thinking, considering the energies in the right way, the processes were important. That was what he had been taught in the Academy, the processes, the methods of understanding and research were of most import. It was what some who were in the same year as he was failed to understand.
Harry refocused himself, he still found himself caught in his thoughts and pushed the ball of psychic energy out, away from him, willing it to explode when it was far enough away.
It burst like a huge firework on Othermas Eve illuminating the valley floor for several moments in brilliant colours.
Harry opened the fire carrier bag and allowed the ball of fire to sink back down into its own realm and fastened up the bag.
Picking it up he disappeared with a sound of displaced air and the rippling of sand.
-/
Marie was where he had left her, observing. There was some sand collected around her feet but nothing to indicate there had been any issues.
Entering he enquired "Has there been anything to report?" He said as he walked up to the console placing the bag at his feet. "Place that somewhere secure Marie," he ordered.
"Yes Harry," the bag disappeared, moved through Marie's internal dimensions.
Moving around the console Harry set coordinates for Gallifrey.
"There has been nothing to report," she reported.
"Marie, return to Gallifrey's system, close enough for us to access data feeds from Gallifrey," Harry paused. "I wish to know what happened at my brother's trial."
"Understood," Marie said.
"Your stealth abilities I think would be useful on this occasion," he said looking around the her interior.
"I understand," she sounded almost pleased.
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A/N:
Harry spends about 10 years on Hyspero. Well, he spends 10 Hypsero years on Hyspero.
Hyspero exists in the Doctor Who universe as a place where perhaps magic exists. Certainly things outside of the norm exist there.
Regarding Harry's age, as I'm asked often, he looks around his mid-teens, but has the air of someone older. In years lived he's probably around 100 - 150 years old. Still young for a Time Lord.
The trial Harry is informed of concerning the Doctor is what happens at the end of The War Games.
Also apologies for the delay on this chapter, due to various life events I've not been in a position / mindset to write, edit or post for a few months.