The Last Great Time War was a savage place to live, if anyone managed to live in it at all, and thus the existence of such a building as the Time Lord War Cabinet was all the more surprising. It had no place amongst the death and destruction that surrounded it for countless light years. That any structure of such magnificence could exist when everyone around had barely their lives was unthinkable. It sat right in the middle of the snow-globe citadel as a pillar of opulence that housed the bureaucrats who allowed the Time War to roll onwards in its destructive path.
Nothing on Gallifrey could compare to it, quite possibly nothing in the universe, in fact there was barely any form of order on the entire planet. The two main cities of Gallifrey, The Citadel and Arcadia, were all that remained standing; the rest was wasteland. There had been refugees when the first invasion came, but the residents of the outlands had come to realise across the years that those in power couldnd be thrown out of power and Gallifrey would be thrown out of order.
Time Lords and Ladies lined the golden walls of the Cabinet Building, all watching intently as The Lord President prepared to announce the final action of the Time War. It may not have been, of course, but one can never quite know. She was in the middle of describing the current situation in the Malvolian cluster when it happened.
s only a matter of time before they discover the secret of stellar manipulator technology. If we can eradicate one side, we could form an alliance with the other, control their weapons development to maintain the fabric of space time and also gain a powerful friend against the daleks. Now to do so I propose we side with the Osirians through a pincer the artillery fire from both sides is far too strong! To send a battalion down there would be a suicide mission!t been seen for years. The Time Lords held their breath; right now they needed a war hero, and that was what they were going to get.
A scraggly rough-around-the-edges man emerged from the TARDIS, draped in a fire-scorched leather coat and combat boots. The War Doctor had arrived.
Suicide mission?