AN: So, another year has come and gone. Been very busy with life but slowly getting in a holding pattern. Lost access to my old account on here and reposting all the fics I had on said account plus new stuff when I get the chance.
Øyvind Marius strained to keep the section of the sky trench from falling. Defending Arcadia was difficult as the Dalek forces continued to pour in. These young Lords of the 21st Raiders, 1st Platoon, affectionately known as "Hell's Raiders" continue to hold the line.
He rushes into the trench and scoops up another child away from the death beams of the Daleks. He grips his FN–900 plasma rifle tight as he fires back into the oncoming Dalek force.
Evacuation was at first their main concern. When had mission parameters ever changed before?
He listens to the wind, and he hears a TARDIS arrive and wonders who would come to Arcadia now in a TARDIS no less. A man emerges from the box and looks lost and scared. Øyvind runs and grabs him quickly and orders him to get the bloody ell' down. The man stares at Øyvind 's-tired face as he as strain against the gunfire and explosions rocking the ground. The Raider stands up and orders another fall back when he gets hit square in the chest with shrapnel and debris from a falling building. The blood is the first thing he sees and his yelling for his men to fall back into the next trench because we have lost trench ECHO. Hopefully the lads at trench BAKER are hopefully still alive.
He yells at Odi Delta to keep the civvies in line and get them out of this war zone. Odi looks back at him and the order is understood, Odi is in command now. Øyvind hates this as he crawls down and with a scowl, he counts down his fate. They dare attack Arcadia, they dare to attack Gallifrey as young Timelords die, so the Council can have another day of stalling with politics of the Higher Order.
As an acting sergeant, he didn't know much of the inner politics, but he did know how to keep a regiment up but, that is all gone. The man he grabbed is still with him and he offers him a last resort cigarette he declines as polite as a man can be.
"How have you been sir? The situation is dire." He said, taking the cigarette and slowly exhaled.
"It's been a while son. You have quite the battle here but you are needed elsewhwere." He said, sadly.
He can hear the old memories of his younger self and Ma and running down to the pond. She would hold me in her lap and teach him about the different types of fish including the one on Earth where she was from.
It was a gift for them to share memories like this.
Her favourite fish was the koi because, like Timelords, they lived for hundreds of years and were revered as wise beings.
He grins at the many memories that him and his Ma had made here in Arcadia. Øyvind asks his dad to hug him before he sends him away from the fight. The Doctor gives him a tight hug as he programs his son's Battle Tardis to take to a more peaceful time and he smiles, he will send her to some who needed a hero most, Ada Gillyflower needed a Raider right about now.
Øyvind feels disoriented as he tries to right himself after making such a big leap in time. His battle armor quickly shifts into a tweed suit and his skin begins to scab over. The air felt different, and the sun was not even close to the bright glow of Arcadia's dual suns.
He fell into the street and reeled at the loss of his planet, nothing would ever make this right, nothing. His father meant well but he should have left him in that sky trench. The hiss of pressurized air signaled that he must be on Earth sometime in the 19th century. He did not look up and heard yelling that he did not understand as a carriage.
"You drunkard, you dare slow the progress that Mr. Sweet tries to make on this Earth?" the woman yelled at him as he covered his ears. She continued to screech when another man hopped out of the carriage and calmed the woman down, helping her back into the carriage and continued their way.
Øyvind got up out of the gutter and walked along the cobbled streets, his whole species, gone. He knew that some like The Master and his Father would always come back around, they were survivors. There was another downside, he knew no one in this period and his Battle Tardis could only do so much. The translator was wonky so it would take a while for him to understand English and there was always Jack Harknesses running around and he despised those who just flaunted their immortality.