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A/N House doesn't exist in this story.
Fate of the Corsair.
" I know, I know!" The Corsair shouted as his TARDIS groaned as the control console sparked, hitting the controls to try and regain some degree of control over the bucking time machine. The Corsair wrestled with the controls in the same way and with the same strength as a killer whale threw a seal into the air, but the Time Lord knew it was useless.
The TARDIS was falling through time, badly damaged when Gallifrey had blown up. No, the Corsair thought. He wasn't going to dwell on that, and the fact he may be the last of the Time Lords, not something he'd dreamt of becoming when he'd been a small boy. In the Time Vortex, the Corsair's TARDIS bucked, swerved and rode on the power of its powerful warp engines, although it did no good. The TARDIS's warp engines tried to stabilise, but they weren't effective to stop the ship from being hurled through the vortex as the shockwave from the Eye of Harmony reverberated throughout the Time Vortex. The Corsair gritted his teeth as he tried to hold onto the console of his ship, ignoring the way his collection from across the universe was only just being held in their gravity cases. No good, he lost the fight with the turbulence, and was hurled across the room where his shoulder met the wall of the console room. The Corsair groaned, but he staggered up, his big brawny frame shrugging off the impact. The TARDIS jolted again, this time sending the aggravated and irritated Time Lord to the ground. The Corsair growled in suppressed frustration. He was on the verge of giving up. Realising he couldn't get to the console, the Corsair crawled slowly towards the couch that was, fortunately, fixed to the ground. When he'd hauled himself into it, the Corsair gritted his teeth as the TARDIS bucked him. It was rare for Time Lords to feel sick in the vortex, mastering the many mental and physical disciplines as they did. But the Corsair didn't meditate, he knew that he wouldn't be able to concentrate, not when his beloved ship was like this.
It felt like hours before the TARDIS landed with a thump that literally catapulted the still sitting Time Lord out of his chair. When he landed back in his seat, the Corsair took deep but shaky breaths. He wasn't leaving this chair yet, his body felt like it was rubber. But he needed to know where he was. Still shaking from the journey he got up and walked over to the console. He checked the readouts and he frowned.
" No wonder you went crazy," he patted the console when he read that the shockwave that had come from Gallifrey had reverberated throughout the universe. The TARDIS had simply been caught up in it. The Corsair checked himself over, patting himself down. " Ah, I'm still in one piece. Good, I thought I might've displaced my liver or my lungs."
The Corsair activated the scanner, and hoped that the thing was still working. To his relief it was, it showed him a forest outside the TARDIS. For a long moment the Corsair studied the image before nodding. He opened the doors and he walked over to the cupboard near the door. When he opened it he looked over the weapons inside. Unlike his friend the Doctor, the Corsair was more paranoid, and he usually carried a small blaster to protect himself. Selecting an alpha meson blaster, a compact laser pistol, a vibro blade and a sonic disruptor, the Corsair felt he was prepared for anything. Before he walked out of his ship he went to the console and put it into fault location mode to find out what circuits and other components had been damaged or worn out by the destruction of Gallifrey.
When his task was finished, the Corsair left the ship.
The first thing the Corsair felt was that time seemed slower here. As a Time Lord the Corsair had a remarkable feel for time, and time here felt..slower. He was disappointed that he couldn't hear any other member of his race, and he certainly wasn't sure if he himself could be heard. The Corsair pulled himself away, and looked around. The forest wasn't that dense luckily, but he could hear the sounds of animals. Praying he hadn't landed on a planet in it's prehistory; the last thing the Corsair needed on top of an almost certainly damaged TARDIS and the possibility of being the last Time Lord in the universe was to be dinner to a vicious dinosaur. The Corsair looked up, and gasped when he saw the sky for the first time.
It was a blue sky, typical for a planet, but the Corsair had never seen on his travels a sun with what was certainly a temporal rift running through it. Could It be, Corsair thought, that I've landed on a planet near a sun with a crack through it?
Corsair had heard of such temporal phenomenon, but he'd never heard of one. Right now he needed to focus on his TARDIS and getting away from here, but he needed to know the lay of the planet.
Deciding that his best chance of survival wasn't near the crashed TARDIS, the Corsair locked the time ship and proceeded into the forest.
There was life here, a large form of snake of various species, even one with more than three heads, reminding the Time Lord of the Greek Hydra. The Corsair had always had an un Time Lord loathing for snakes, keeping his eyes on his pocket scanner to record everything he was seeing and keeping an eye open for plants of nutritional value, and walking through the forest meant he had to use all his Time Lord self control to stop him losing his cool, but luckily his scanner kept his attention fixed. Once or twice he was tempted to shoot them, but that would waste energy and he might need his weapons. The Corsair walked gingerly along, ignoring the snakes and hoping there weren't many more to meet.
As he went along, he focused his Time Lord gift for a step taken is always remembered, making breadcrumbs worthless. The scanner detected a clearing ahead and Dalekanium signature. The Corsair felt as if a drop of ice had dropped down the back of his jacket. Dalekanium. Please, no...Removing his alpa meson blaster and the sonic disruptor, the Corsair edged along, using the Rassilon imprimature to program the scanner to hide his biometric field, but if there were Daleks then it might be too late. The Corsair wondered if this signature was new or whether it had been here a while, but it made no difference. The Time Lord prepared to defend himself, he knew that regeneration was useless against the Daleks; he'd seen countless Time Lords shot down by the vermin and they never got up again. Moving forward slowly, the Corsair cocked his weapons, deftly pocketing his scanner, and moved on. He peered out of the clearing when he saw the wreck of a Dalek time saucer. It was certainly from the Time war, but it looked like it had been here a while. Keeping his guns ready, Corsair checked over what he could see of the hull. Resilient things, Dalek ships. It barely looked damaged, but the Corsair could see the gash in the hull and what looked like burns on the skin of the ship. The hull breach was quite wide, there was enough room for the Time Lord to walk through easily. The moment the Corsair got inside the saucer he could see at once that animals had gotten inside, he could see dried dung, bits of snakeskin and patches of fur and bones from animal feeds. If the Corsair needed any proof that the Daleks from this ship were dead this was it, Daleks didn't let any animal eat and crap in their ships, but the Time Lord wasn't one for taking chances.
Putting his sonic disruptor away, the Corsair brought out his pocket scanner and scanned the ship. There were lifesigns, but the scanner was programmed to detect Dalek mutant life signs, and there weren't any.
As he walked through the ship, checking everything, the Corsair noted that the ship was in good condition with one or two exceptions. When he got to the bridge he started checking the computer core, which with his criminal know how didn't take long. The problem was getting one working. The Corsair used his pocket scanner for the power source, and controlled the flow; if there were any Daleks around then he would be in trouble, but by limiting the amount of power from the scanner, the Corsair should be able to stop them being revived. But the Corsair knew better than to underestimate the Daleks, they were paranoid and unbelievably cautious.
Keeping an eye on the computer's power level, Corsair took the time to read the text translated on his scanner. It was as he thought, the saucer had been damaged during the War when it got into a fight against 3 war TARDISes. It made an inadvisable escape through time; Corsair winced as he read how carelessly the Daleks had made the jump. The forces of the jump and the nearby temporal rift killed the rest of the crew, the survivors left over from the attack. Dalek ships had a molecular core which rebuilt and repaired levels of damage which would have destroyed lesser ships. All this was, dated from the Daleks computer, 2 years ago. The Corsair thought about what he'd just read, and he thought. Dalek technology was close in many ways from Time Lord technology, and if his TARDIS was as damaged as he felt, then he might've found the spare parts he needed. He'd once read of a Time lord in the CIA files who'd been stranded with a Dalek shuttle, and the Time Lord discovered the components from the shuttle were 78% compatible. The Corsair disconnected the scanner and turned off the grid, and went to check the vortex engine. The Dalek vortex engine room was the heart of the ship, and Corsair shook his head at the device. It wasn't that big, but it easily took up a quarter of the room. It was a cylinder that lay in a horizontal position and held in place with massive structural braces. Without any unnecessary movements, Corsair checked it over with his scanner. It was in excellent condition.
By the time the Time Lord had returned to his TARDIS, it was sunset and the Corsair was delighted he'd made it. He was still concerned about the local wildlife, and he couldn't help but think of how bad a way to go being a meal to a carnivorous animal. The Corsair made a mental note to check out the wildlife, if he was going to live here for a while and he needed pieces of Dalek technology and he carried it around with him at night then he wanted to be Corsair breathed a long sigh in relief at being back inside his TARDIS, and moved to the console, dreading what he was going to see when he read how much repair work was needed. When he checked it, he sighed irritably but happily. It wasn't as bad as he'd thought, but he'd still like to give his TARDIS an overhaul; he hadn't liked the way the TARDIS had landed on the planet, and didn't know or want to know what would happen if the TARDIS crashed from now on and on other worlds. It shouldn't be too difficult to take the saucer apart to get what he wanted.
