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Chapter 5

"Why?" asked The Soldier and looked up.

The Creator regarded her for a while. They were both thinner than expected and even for a Timelord, who hardly changed or aged, they looked worse than ever. They had probably even lost count how often they had regenerated, how often they had been shot or killed in another way, how often they had endured torture and immense pain. Even a such enhanced being like them drove this crazy. Didn't this proof how much they were actually like him?

"You'll be brought to court tomorrow morning at the ninth hour. There they will review all your charges and decide about your punishment."

"It was you who created us and it was the government who gave us the orders. We did nothing more than kill our enemies. That is why we were built," The Warrior answered. They had started as identical twins, both tall, pale-skinned, long black hair and the perfect face and body.

Now, they had different appearances due to the regenerations. The Soldier's skin was white as snow, her cheekbones so pronounced that the skin seemed to be stretched over her bones and her long blond hair reminded him of an angel, although they were definitely the opposite to it. The Warrior had light brown skin, short black hair and was smaller than her sister.

"You will probably found guilty on the charges of murder, genocide, treason, espionage and other war crimes," The Creator said and looked at the beasts that he had brought into being.

"We have helped you to destroy millions of our race's enemies!"

"You have not cared for whom to kill, you started to kill your own people."

"We are not like you. There is no one like us. We could have ended the war," The Soldier said angrily.

"The war will end soon."

"And Gallifrey will fall," The Warrior prophesied.

"Not for long."

"The Doctor will kill all of us in order to destroy the Daleks," The Soldier shouted while their father already turned to leave.

"Never estimate the empire of the Timelords," he muttered and closed the door behind him. What has he done? Was he responsible for all the murders that his creations had committed? How much blood was on his own hands? Whatever you did during war time, you always did wrong. Even as a scientist whose goal was to bring peace and salvation.

These soldiers had killed the enemy, not caring if timelords suffered under it as well. They needed to be stopped but were they guilty enough to be executed? After all, he was more than just The Creator of them, he was their father...they shared the same DNA, but what else connected them?

"You have been found guilty for commitment of murder, espionage, genocide, torture, abuse of power and ability, treason and war crimes of the cruellest ways," the judge said and looked down at the two women kneeing in front of the judge. In the whole room were assembled the most important people of government, military and the science department, all watching how the formerly loyal soldiers of Gallifrey were finally judged.

"Your punishment will not – as wished by most of the representative of the government's Inner Circle – conclude in an execution. You will experience greater pain and suffering than you can ever imagine," the judge continued. "Your powers and your entire memory will be taken from you. You will take along the physical and psychological appearance of a human and will be splintered through different stages of Earth history which will make you end up in different time and spaces in several points of the Solar System's development.

"Without the knowledge of who you are, you will live the short life of a human and when you die, you will be reborn without any memories. Like that, your suffering will be guaranteed and you deserve the right judgement for what you have done. Do you have anything to day to that?"

The Warrior and The Soldier looked at each other, before the blonde one stood up to say, "as now all important departments of our proud race and planet are attending this Judgement Day, we would like to stress that we regard ourselves as innocent. We have been created for the purpose of a dirty war. We have been taught and trained to kill, to murder and to take all the advantages we could get.

"As an order from you're government, we went out to the front line of the battle field where we encounter nothing more than bloody executions covered under the name of 'war to defend ourselves against the enemy'. We have done what was expected us to do and what we were demanded to do: We killed and defeated the enemy, over and over again.

"It was in our nature to do whatever it takes: The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. If we could continue the way we did, the war would be over soon. Loss is present on both sides and that will never change as long as war dominates this universe." She didn't not look around, but nodded at the judge and then kneed down again next to her sister.

The judge took her hammer and knocked four times. "This meeting is closed. The removal of all memories and the changing of all physical appearance will take place at the scientific research laboratory this evening. Everyone is welcomed to watch until we bring The Warrior and The Soldier to Earth, splintered into different and independent beings, suffering until the universe itself ends and even further. Their lives will be integrated fully into the dirty planet's history and from time to time, they shall appear as beings who know nothing about themselves." She placed the hammer on the wood and left the room without turning back.

The Warrior and The Soldier were put in handcuffs again and brought out of the room. They looked at their father, who had a silent tear running down his cheek. A weakness that we shall never share, The Soldier thought. Most of the emotions have been removed from them, but they could still feel.

Perhaps because he hadn't wanted to make them like Daleks, she thought, when they were brought back into the prison cell where they waited for their execution – or punishment, however you would paraphrase it.

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