Disclaimer - My thanks to TheDoctor1998, I once wanted to take this one, but now I am writing my own version. Enjoy.
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Hanna the Time Lady (Rewrite).
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"Ahhhh!" Romana cried as she struggled to hold onto the console while she guided the heavily damaged TARDIS through the vortex, but it was hard, as the shockwaves from…the final battle, she didn't know what happened to her people and planet. With her partly aged body, the limp caused by the Dalek blast, and the lacerations caused by the Dalek alpha meson grenade, she was not in the best of shape for this, and every inch of her body was in agony.
The TARDIS, an old Type 55, a reconditioned model brought back into service as the Time Lords needed all the TARDISes they could get their hands on to fight this never-ending Time War, was not like the one she and Narvin used to get away from Gallifrey after their botched attempt to murder Rassilon, and were forced away, was already in terrible condition.
Romana had managed to escape from her imprisonment after the Time Lords caught her again, with the help of another incarnation of the Doctor, the Corsair, and Drax, and she had been brought out to make a difference, and she had managed to snatch another TARDIS, and she had escaped Gallifrey, hoping to make a difference outside of Gallifrey.
But it was hopeless.
With the entire universe against the Time Lords, while the Daleks were seen as saviours against the tyranny of Rassilon and his band of yes men, and Rassilon's insane plans to destroy all of creation to save himself, and make himself more powerful, even Romana began wondering if the multiverse was better off without Gallifrey and the Time Lords.
But now it was all gone. The Time Lords' power was broken and it looked like the Daleks were gone as well.
Romana had escaped, but as she stared at the collapsing walls of the TARDIS which meant the interior dimension was breaking down because her new ship had lost so much power, but was only holding on because of her, she wondered if it was worth it. She hadn't been able to rescue any of the other Time Lords, and she hadn't collected any artefacts or knowledge, all she had was herself and the TARDIS. But it would have to be enough.
As she worked, she became aware of a tell-tale burning in her body.
Romana looked at her hands and groaned in horror. Oh no, it was worse. During the final battle of Gallifrey, her TARDIS suffered tremendous damage, and she was caught in a blast of temporal energy from a DARDIS (Dalek time machine) temporal acceleration beam coupled with a Time Destructor; while she survived, she was left badly weakened, and then she had been partly hit by an ordinary Dalek gun to the leg before she was hit by flying debris caused by a Dalek alpha meson grenade.
Her hands were glowing with regeneration energy. Romana sighed before she flinched. She had regenerated before, but only once. Still, she couldn't complain; her second life was easily the longest lifespan she'd ever had so far, but while she often felt wasted living on Gallifrey, despite doing her duty as Lady President for a few centuries, and then working with the CIA before the Time War, Romana could certainly say that her second incarnation had been the best so far.
Romana took a deep breath, her eyes flickering over the console readouts, seeing for herself that the TARDIS interior was about to collapse soon as the old-time ship would spend a while rebuilding herself. Closing her eyes, Romana struggled to find her balance as she pushed herself away from the console, throwing her hands and arms out and she let the regeneration take place.
"Goodbye, old girl," Romana tried to muster a last-minute smile with her remaining strength. "I'm sorry our relationship was cut short. See you later.. AAAAAAAAAHGHHHHHHH!" She screamed as her body regenerated…
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Berk, Barbaric Archipelago.
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Stoick the Vast Haddock and the other Vikings and even a few of the dragons raiding the village only to encounter the resistance from the Vikings looked up as one as if their battle had been temporarily silenced.
As they stared into the sky, the Vikings of the Hairy Hooligan tribe were stunned to see a small glowing shooting star falling through the skies, towards their island.
The glowing thing crashed with a force that shook the whole island, and Stoick's keen and experienced eye saw it was not far from the village.
The dragons roared, snapping the Vikings out of their stupor, and they took the opportunity to snatch yet more food from the village before they flew high into the air, but one or two Vikings brought down the dragons with bolas before they were set upon by warriors who stabbed them through the skulls.
Stoick turned to Spitelout. "Find out how much was taken this time," he ordered with a weary sigh, wondering when this would end.
Spitelout nodded, he was covered with the blood of several dragons. "Sure, Stoick," and he turned and ran off.
Stoick found Gobber ripping an axe out of the skull of a Nadder. The dragon was still alive, and it was still squealing with pain, but Gobber and Stoick felt nothing for the demonic thing.
Sensing his old friend approaching, Gobber had no trouble killing the dragon for real. "This was a fairly tame one, Stoick," the blacksmith commented as a greeting. "It was almost like they was giving up."
"You know they won't, Gobber," Stoick replied. "What was that thing, a shooting star?"
"Aye, looked it, too. Y'gonna try to find it?"
Stoick turned in the direction of the explosion, and he saw the fires in the sky. "I don't think that would be much of a problem, Gobber. How bad was the raid?" He turned the conversation around that would help him make plans to repair the damage.
Gobber shook his head. "I didn't see many dragons snatch up anything, but I was busy at the time. It looked like they were just testing the village's defences."
"I got that impression too, Gobber," Stoick replied.
"Are y'thinking of preparing an expedition to find the nest?"
Stoick gave the idea some thought, but he shook his head. "Naw, if we do that, then Berks' defences will be crippled. 'sides, this was the ninth attack in two weeks. I think you're right about the dragons testing the villages' defences."
"We're gonna have to check them all over, and work out new ones, Stoick."
"Do you think we'll have time?"
"Even if we had a few days, it would be better than nothing," Gobber replied.
Stoick wanted to keep his mind on the village, but no matter what, he was distracted by the fires in the woods.
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It took longer than Stoick would have wanted to investigate the fireball. Only a dozen people had died in the raid, and a small amount of food had been snatched, but the blow would take time to repair.
With Spitelout, Gothi, Gobber, and a small party of heavily armed warriors, Stoick crashed through the woods without any subtlety. And all the time, the fires from the fireball were still in the distance.
"I don't like this, Stoick, who knows what kind of omen this could mean?"
Stoick rolled his eyes, even as his own superstitious mind roared at him to turn and run away. "If it's a message from the Gods, we need to discover what it is."
The Hooligans came out, and they gasped and whispered among themselves as they came across a new clearing. The trees had been ripped out of the ground, and thrown all over the place, while a shallow crater had been blown into the ground.
"Beard of Thor," Gobber whispered, but Stoick stopped.
"Shut up," he hissed, holding his hand up. Everyone went still and quiet when they heard rustling in the bushes. Holding their torches aloft, they looked around, when-
"Gods!" Stoick gasped.
A woman had just appeared as if by magic, and as he stared at her, Stoick gasped as he took in her thin, lithe form. She was magnificent with her beautiful, regal face and bearing, her auburn-coloured hair.
"Gone," the woman was whispering, and he had to strain his ears to hear her. "All gone…"
Stoick studied her, enthralled.