Doctor Who: Cybercide

by Metamorph Jack

The Great Time War has spread to the planet Mondas. There the Dalek Empire are testing their latest invention. But their experiment has had a disastrous effect on time itself. The warrior formerly known as The Doctor is dispatched to repair the damage before it is to late. But to reach his objective, he must fight his way through an army of Cybermen.

2. Chapter 1

Author's Note: Chapter is not yet finished. But it's been almost a year and I really wanted to post an update (even though it's small).

Faint glimmers of morning light pierced the veil of dusk shrouding the Capitol, Gallifrey's first city. Elevated atop the rocky terrain of the outlaying drylands, the metropolis was a vast circular grid of rounded gleaming structures sealed within a glass dome. For billions of years, it had served as a monument to Time Lord achievement. An enormous hub of culture and knowledge accumulated over several eons. It was the crown jewel of Wild Endeavour, and by extension the planet as a whole. High above the immaculate cityscape, the Warrior stood in Cardinal Ollistra's office, facing a large ostentatious glass oculus. In it he saw his reflection staring back at him with a weary look. He had hooded brown eyes, a prominent nose, a square jawline, and a small chin. His chin length hair was dark brown, parted off-center and swept back. A layer of dust covered his creased attire. He wore a burgundy leather overcoat down to his knees, a beige undershirt, a brown vest with matching trousers, and dark brown leather shoes with a matching cravat. The outfit would have looked dapper were it not crumpled and dirty. The sight did not bother him. He did not care much for his appearance anymore. But as he noticed movement on the horizon, his somber expression faded.

He watched from inside the central tower as daybreak unfolded. The second sun rose in the south over the mountains of Solace and Solitude. It's rays permeated the frosty landscape with luminous warmth. Silver leaves on trees reflected the brightness intensity. The resulting incandescence gave the impression that the forest was on fire. He found himself in the rare position of feeling content. The war had spread so far, corroded and consumed so much, it was relieving to see that there were places the devastation could not reach. Even in those turbulent times, as the universe was coming undone, Gallifrey remained unscathed by the horrors that befell the rest of cosmos.