Prologue, Part 3: Time Omnians / Gamers.
Clara... had a good run. And ran she did. She outran fate itself. Through thousands of carefully crafted Paradoxes, she prevented her 384th face, from becoming the Valeyard. Reminding him just what the name "Doctor" was supposed to mean...
Clara sighed, having finally merged with her aging magician incarnation... only for the universe to implode... did it always have to be him, errr "her", saving the universe.
The massive paradox, that the Doctor created for their single act of selfishness, let an interdimensional threat enter their Universe. Daleks, formerly trapped in the void... invaded and teamed up with this dimensions Daleks. Like they did across all of the Omni-verse.
This was the Doctor's last face... what would the universe do when she was gone? Didn't she deserve to rest?
"Pran-Father..."
Clara smiled, as the boy stepped in her TARDIS. Sitting by her death bed... well it was more of a chair, in her console room. Be a bit dramatic to drag a bed in here. She had parked herself on Trenzalore... sensing her last moments. With how long it took Time Lords to die, she still had a bit of life in her... but knew... her body was as good as dead.
"Theta," Smiled the Clara Doctor. Looking at the first face of her son... The original... likely chosen to pull at the Doctor's Heartstrings. "While I hope this is a social call... I have a feeling Rassillion sent you."
The young man flinched, then grew sad. "Why... why won't you help?"
The Doctor sighed, "I've helped enough... too much. The universe needs to learn how to get on without me."
"Then River's fears have finally come true," The boy sighed.
Clara raised a curious eyebrow. "You know River?"
Theta gave a weak shrug. Clearly trying to keep things light, though couldn't help but be grave. "She's been helping with the War Effort... she often visits me, when she isn't discussing strategy with Rassillion."
The Doctor smirked, "Things must truly be desperate, if Rassillion is turning to humans for help."
"... they are..."
Clara groaned, "What do you want from me? I'm dying. Can't an old woman die in peace?"
"You don't have to die!" the boy snapped.
The Doctor sighed, "My whole life has been moving from one fight to the next... and I've lost... so many as a result... a life as long as mine, is one war after another... it never stops..."
"It will stop forever, if the Daleks have their way," The boy tried.
The Doctor gave another sigh, "I stopped them before... and they only came back even more dangerous... they have grown strong... in fear of me... The entire Omni-verse is in danger... because of me. I'll just make things even worse..."
The boy didn't say anything, sitting on his Mother's chair bed, watching her old wrinkled face... her last face... breathing her last breaths.
"You help," The boy insisted. "That's what you've always done... and I got to agree with River. The stars might just go out, if you ever stop... if you ever accept defeat... I'm sorry Father, I know you want to rest... but the universe still needs you... besides, it be pretty ironic if I got resurrected, only for you to die."
The Doctor smiled, "I do love irony."
"Normally, so do I... but maybe not in this case," Now Theta sighed. "I need you, father, bloody well damn the universe, I'm not ready to lose you. Please... accept the procedure."
"I have lived for millions of years... I don't dare think how miserable I'd be for true eternity..."
The boy hung his head, defeated.
The Doctor laid a gentle hand on the boy's own, "But maybe... with my family by my side... it might actually be an eternity worth living..."
The boy smiled, "I promise, I won't leave you, not this time."
Timeline: The Doctor.
The Doctor's mother, was viewed as a deviant by Gallifreyians. For having a fairly mundane sex life... and a habit of sleeping with aliens. It went beyond tolerable levels, when she became pregnant... and refused to abort the child.
Even more shamefully, the child's father was a member of a lower species of Humanoid. Beings so primitive, they actually called themselves "Human," without realizing that was an animal Kingdom, and not a proper name for a singular species.
Birthing the child, resulted in the mother being kicked out of her clan, and being forced into a life of poverty.
The boy had a hard life, because of this, due to the sheer scandal of his conception. While none of what she did was illegal, it was still viewed as shameful.
The Mother died in her efforts to support herself, without a clan.
The poor child, was left alone at the age of 7. Knowing his very existence, the shame his Clutch felt, for his mother choosing to keep a half breed... that her love for her child, is what killed her. Yes, the boy had scars.
During his Right of Passage Ceremony, a year later, The boy proudly announced himself as "The Doctor". The title was his promise "To never be Cruel or Cowardly. To Never Give up, never give in." as the word "Doctor" means in Gallifreyian.
The next day, as is tradition, he began his higher studies, as an Academy student. There had been... some behavioral issues, such as constantly correcting his teachers, and frequently arguing with them over the purpose of even the most basic assignments. All of which he completed with ease.
These habits were attributed to the flaws of his human blood. Forcing him to question the state of things, instead of just accepting his place within the system. They claimed it was Human ambition at its worse... if they only knew...
The Doctor studied his heart out, accelerating through the program at an alarming rate. Graduating decades early. Even his teachers were forced to acknowledge, the ambition of humanity was a terrifying thing, when added to the superior intellect of a Gallifreyian.
However, it was during his Academy days, where The Doctor met his best friend, the Master. A child just as brilliant as himself.
Although, unlike the Master, the Doctor struggled in his Medicine and piloting lessons. While the Doctor did qualify as a field medic, he failed his piloting classes.
When the Doctor was 12, he graduated the Academy, and began apprenticing as a priest. Not having a clan of his own, being a natural birth, the Doctor was assigned, where the high command thought him best suited.
While priest play a large role in politics, and even the Sciences, the Doctor resented the stuffy and "overly formal" lifestyle. Applying for the Time Lord institute, the second he was of age.
It was then, during his admittance exam, that a discovery was made.
The Doctor's human father, held a dormant fae gene... the Time Lord's desperately wanted that under their control. Using the Looms to birth an entire fae clan.
Elevating the Doctor as a "Pran-Father", and giving him additional privileges. Even promising to unchain his regeneration limits, when he graduated the Time Lord institute.
History of Rassillion .
Rassillon, alongside his mate Omega, were once simple engineers... well... perhaps "Simple" wasn't the right word to describe them. They had never been simple, nor ordinary, but they hadn't been born kings.
They were once mere Gallifreyians. Though, like all of their species, they already had two hearts and other such redundant organs. This all but guaranteed them a life expectancy of 10 thousand years, which could be extended further with proper medical care. Still this was long before the discovery of the regeneration process.
She, as Rassillion had started life as a she, was initially regarded as a superior engineer and architect. Known as a solar engineer, one of a small number of the elite Gallifreyian Scientists. Her mate, the Omega, had a similar title.
Before these two were even born, the Gallifreyians had been exploring space for millenniums... though they had grown stagnant. Purely due to the lack of things to explore.
Most of what they found, outside their own binary solar system, was still developing space dust. Maybe the occasional star, with planets beginning to form around it... but no other true worlds, and certainly not life.
Gallifrey, was the first world to manifest. And the only known world to support life.
So it was of particular shock, when Rassillion stumbled on a lost child... an alien, that had fallen from a crack in the universe... a child from another dimension... With no way to return the child, Rassillion decided to adopt it... The unexpected parents, spent years in happy ignorance... until the child had an accident... and died... only to get right back up, with a brand new body.
Through the child, Rassillion discovered the nature of regeneration energy. And graphed it to herself.
Later the child, with the aid of Rassillion and Omega, led their planet into a golden age. Uniting the warring countries, through the promise of regeneration. Limiting the extra lives to just 12, while giving the ruling class an infinite supply. That way their planet wouldn't suffer from a truly immortal race, while still maintaining the same ruling council of honorable individuals.
There was additional genetic engineering done to each citizen. Such as preventing those with infinite regeneration energy, from passing it down to their children, or it reemerging in their descendants. It was a hard choice, but besides the global leaders, their planet couldn't support immortals.
Children of Gallifrey.
It eventually became a moot point, with the invention of Looms. Which created genetically engineered babies, a thousand at a time.
These babies were designed, to never develop a sex drive, not even when they reached their prime. Along with being made sterile, as a double precaution.
This was done, to completely control breeding, as a near immortal race would require, to prevent dangerous levels of over-population.
These children were born in "Clutches," within each "Clan." Instead of individual parents, the whole clan looked after their children, through a communal home. Training them for the task the clan was assigned.
Around the time the child turns 42, the human equivalent of 12 (due to their slower aging.) they are taken under the wing of a "Sensei", to better learn their Clan's trade. While this "Sensei" is often the closest thing to a "Parent" on Gallifrey.
When the child turns 100 years old, the human equivalent of 16, they may enroll in the Time Lord Institute. Where they work towards earning a title of nobility. As Nobility must be earned, on Gallifrey, not inherited.
Any can enroll, but few actually graduate the Institute.
Temporal Senses.
The Gallifreyians had always had a special connection with time. Due to a temporal rift on their planet. They could perceive the 4th dimension of time, greater then any race of psychics that would ever develop.
Though their perception merely allowed them a compression of history, as if out of a children's text book. They saw everything that had happened, was happening, could happen... and must never happen. However, they knew only the key events, as the finer details were a mystery to them.
The Gallifreyians, instinctually wanted to explore time, to learn these finer details.
Creating the Time Vortex, to automatically sustain most paradoxes. Along with Time Capsules, to travel history.
Unfortunately, the forging of the Time Vortex, resulted in the death of Omega.
Dimensional Engineering.
Still not satisfied, the Gallifreyians of the Main Universe, made to explore other realities.
First creating "Bigger on the inside" houses, by crafting a pocket dimension at the edge of "Subspace" and linking it to a physical anchor, in their dimension. Later developing ships that could do the same... and later still, allowing these ships to travel the void of space.
Through the Multiverse, Time Lords discovered incomprehensible dangers. One of which claimed the Other's life.
With the loss of his entire immediate Family, Rassillion grew cold and distant... and eventually, became an outright Tyrant.
Thetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada.
"Sensei!" Theta cheered, covered in mud. Holding up a large frog, the size of a beagle. "Look what I found."
The Master could only sigh. Although she smiled warmly at her young apprentice
This child was one of the thousand born, using the Doctor's DNA, through a loom. Since the first generation had yet to grow up, Time Lords from all clans had taken them on.
The Doctor, as Pran-Father, progenitor over a clan, held rights over them all... so it was almost like raising a son together.
Her little boy, covered in mud, eagerly begging to keep the frog as a pet. How could she refuse?
"No," huh... that was easy.
Civil War.
• 7000 Years Later:
War had erupted on Gallifrey, not the Time War or anything so flashy, but the Doctor's first taste of a real war. Fought with weapons a good deal more advanced then swords and spears, like he was used to.
A civil war for the soul of their planet... one that it was looking less and less likely the good guys could win.
"But I want to help!" A young Ginger woman glared at her elder.
The Doctor huffed, "Are you so eager to go back onto the front lines? You already snuck out there once, against my orders, might I add. How did that work out for you, young Lady?"
The woman glared, "DON'T CALL ME THAT!"
The Doctor shrugged, "Have you looked in a mirror? You're a woman now!"
"DOESN'T MEAN I WANT TO BE ADDRESSED AS ONE!" She snapped.
"You're lucky they didn't stop both your hearts." The Master glared as she stepped into the room, "Honestly, stop being so selfish."
"SELFISH! For wanting to help!" The woman screamed.
"Thetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada!" The Master snapped out the woman's full name, "You're too young to fight!"
"This is my 4th face!" the woman sneered.
"Only cuz you keep dying!" The Master raged. "You barely have the years to be out of nappies! Be thankful I let you attend your own apprentice."
"Our planet has erupted into civil war! A civil war that is not only your doing but you're LEADING!" She glared at her progenitor and Sensei... in all rights her parents. "If I don't do something, Susan will grow up in a world of oppression and poverty! I will not stand by and do NOTHING! You raised me to stand up for what is right!'
The Doctor rested a hand on her shoulder, "Please. Don't go out there again. If you want to help, help here. We need officers to discuss strategies."
"YOU LEAD FROM THE FRONT LINES!"
"Yes well, I'm stupid," the Doctor smirked.
The Master shrugged, "You know I don't approve of lying to children."
"I'M NOT A CHILD!" Theta roared. "I haven't been a child for 5 thousand years!" Marked by when he first regenerated. "You need to stop treating me like one, and realize I have something to offer!"
The Doctor glared, "Enough of this, I'm putting my foot down. You will not leave the safety of this compound again."
Theta "gah-ed" and stormed out of the room. Acting very much a child. Of course they did. They never had a chance to mature... By Gallifreyian standards... they were still old enough to be a child... and already on their 4th lifetime.
The Doctor sighed, putting a hand to his head.
"It's not like you to be so short with her," The Master observed.
"He reminds me too much of myself, to not be clear on the matter." The Doctor sighed.
"She." The master smirked.
"Must you push his buttons like that?" The Doctor eyed.
"It's your mutt blood that confuses her." The Master insisted.
• Gallifrey, Drylands:
Thetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada ran behind a rock. Only to run into another rebel, who had already claimed this cover.
"Just what the hell do you think your doing here, Metagamer!" She snapped out his chosen name. "Little girls should be in school." The rebel, being a 'little girl' herself, was smirking playfully.
Still that was the type of jest Theta wasn't willing to tolerate. HE didn't think jokes that mocked him for turning into a girl were very funny. He sneered at her, "If I didn't need you for cannon fodder, I'd carve out your hearts myself." He quickly peeked over the rock and fired at the approaching soldiers, forcing them to take cover of their own. Missing them with every shot.
"The General is going to be pissed when he learns you snuck out again." the rebel sneered back. "You're a liability out here. You don't even know how to shoot."
Theta smirked, "I don't need to know how to shoot," he threw a grenade, bouncing it off a street sign. It hit the enemy from behind, rolling quietly between their feet and stopping over a fuel line. All without any of the huddled soldiers noticing, as they assumed the grenade missed them thanks to the lousy shooting. The explosion that followed evaporated them before they could scream, completely disintegrating them. None were even able to regenerate after that blast.
Theta peeked out of the rock and smirked, "Always been better with explosives anyhow." before walking out.
The rebel tried to stop him but was too slow... When Theta didn't immediately die, she cautiously began to stand.
Gasping in awe, at the destruction from one well place grenade. She watched as The general's daughter gave a smug smirk.
"Son." Theta glared, picking up the surface thought.
"Eh?" The rebel blinked.
"I'm the Doctor's son, not his daughter." Theta huffed. "Seeing as I just saved your life, you could at least address me properly!"
The rebel blinked, looking Metagamer up and down, "But... you're a woman?"
"I was born a man so that is how I like to be addressed." Theta flipped his long hair. Then scowled as his large breast bounced from the sudden movement.
The rebel continued to stare... then shrugged it off. With how eccentric the Doctor was, it seemed inevitable his child would be more so... but there was no denying it "He" was one skilled pyrotechnic.
"Why doesn't the General want you involved with the fighting?" The rebel asked.
Theta growled, "Because asking people like you to die in his name is all well and good, but Rassillion forbid he lose someone he actually cares about."
Then she (A quick glare from Metagamer) "He" started walking towards the sound of more fighting.
"This war is about more then one petty family's squabbles. In order to see a free Gallifrey, every man, woman, and child, needs to be willing to do their part. Pran-Father has all the older Academy students fighting this war for him. Yet he thinks I should stay out of it, for no other reason then he feels overprotective... I refuse to allow that."
• Hours Later:
Theta ran through the sandy fields of the Drylands. Dodging fire while throwing around grenades and firing his single handed rocket launcher. The bigger on the inside magazine allowed the gun to hold thousands of plasma based rockets.
Normally, the kick of such a small gun, with such large ammunition, would make it hard to use in any practical fire fight... but Theta had always been good with explosives.
From his place on the battlefield, he could see his mate in the distance. She was pinned, under heavy fire.
Everything in Theta demanded he get there. Yet there was an entire regiment between the boy and his beloved. Not wasting time thinking of the odds, Metagamer went in swinging. Firing shot after shot, while hurling grenades with his free hand. Theta jumped through the fire of his own bombs as he raced over... then froze... as a shot hit his wife head on.
Theta stood there... dumbfounded, not processing anything as he watched his wife fall... she wasn't even regenerating... in his grief... he didn't notice a soldier aim their rifle at both his hearts.
• Later That Day:
The Master was hugging their daughter's lifeless body as she laid on the metal slab. Her wife was nearby, on a nearby table. The Doctor walked into the morgue, knowing what was about to happen.
"You could have prevented this..." The Master accused. "You and those ridiculous ideals you poured into her hearts. She just wanted to be like you... that's all she wanted... I followed you... against my better judgment, I let you lead half the world into a war they couldn't win!... but why did you have to drag our daughter into it to?"
The Doctor said nothing. He couldn't find the words.
"I've called the High Council." The Master informed, "They should be on their way now..."
"... I know..."
"I'll give you a head start but know if I ever see you again... I'll kill you myself..."
"... I know..."
"You called the Council?" They both turned to see their 16 year old "granddaughter." Normally, a Sensei has nothing to do with their apprentice's own apprentice... but The Doctor's blood had triggered some bizarre instincts in his clan. They had adopted a more human family dynamic.
"Susan," The Master tried. Speaking the girl's chosen name... as the girl looked at her accusingly.
"After everything father did? After everything he believed in? Your last act of 'love' is to betray everything he stood for!" Susan yelled, "Father died to protect our dream of a free Gallifrey! You shame that!" Susan took the Doctor's hand and pulled him away, "Come Grandfather. We have to evacuate!"
The Doctor lingered a moment. It was clear by the Master's broken expression, that she blamed him for Susan's feelings as well. He sighed and left the room with his Granddaughter, sounding the alarm on their way out.
Life of a Renegade:
The Doctor continued saving planets, but was eventually captured during his second face. Rassillion was lenient, forcing the Doctor to regenerate into a child, and banishing the boy to Earth, during the 10th Century.
Earth was chosen, given the Doctor had been using it as a Refugee planet, for lifeforms that had their world destroyed by Daleks. The Refugees came to call the Doctor "Merlin", and idolized him for helping to bring forth a Golden age, with his apprentice, "King Arthur", and their 42 disciples (from wizarding families).
The 3rd Doctor spent near 2 thousand years on Earth. Protecting the planet from the shadows, later with the help of UNIT. An organization his old friend, the Brigadier, started, through the united nations.
Rassillion called it "Community Service", when in truth, it was just an excuse to allow the Doctor to live on a world he loved.
After the Doctor's sentence was up, in the 1970s, the Doctor went right back to travelling time and space. Rassillion used the good job The Doctor did with Earth, to convince the Council of Gallifrey, a union of thousands of Gallifreyian clans, that the Doctor could be used to help them keep order in the universe. Granting him a field commission of "Time Lord General".
However, the Doctor largely did his own thing, unless forced to complete a specific task for the Gallifreyians.
The Doctor ran into the Master, only to learn the, currently a man, swore vengeance for his apprentice. Blaming the Doctor for their child's death.
During his 4th incarnation, the Doctor was blessed by Rassillion, to have an additional 380 regenerations.
Later being cloned as a Bio-Android, with all his memories... and a slither of his soul, giving them a psychic connection.
Despite this Android being created to kill the Doctor, he disobeyed his programming, and helped the Doctor instead. Taking the name "Tom Baker."
The Bio-Android was given his own control room, in the TARDIS. Which, although connected to the Doctor's TARDIS, could travel to different places.
As the TARDIS is a separate dimension, multiple doorways could be opened to it.
Later in his career, the 9th Doctor (Christopher Eccleston), erased himself from existence. By sending his conciousness back in time, and forcing himself to regenerate into a Warrior. Creating the War Doctor, as the 9th Doctor. In order to prevent the Time War. By bringing the fight to the Daleks. He managed to rewrite history, by keeping Time Travel out of the Daleks tentacles.
The War Doctor met Rose Tyler, and took her on as a companion. Still fighting Daleks, but also taking her on more mundane adventures.
After Rose saved her father, the War Doctor abandoned her. In his grief, he forced himself to regenerate, essentially committed suicide. As he was an old Soldier that realized there was no place for him. Real survivor's guilt, that.
After he killed himself, he regenerated into his 10th face, and stuffed his consciousness in a fog watch. Even turned himself human for good measure.
That's how he met Jack Harkness, as an ordinary human. They found themselves in an openly gay relationship, during World War 2... one can imagine the gossip.
World War 2:
John Smith walked down the streets of Hilliard, finding the quiet little town... incredibly dull. He was used to city life.
He only moved out here because it was out of the way of the war. Call him a coward, but he wasn't one for violence. He'd probably pass out if he even held a gun.
He was a man of science, an educated man with Doctorates in physics, chemistry, engineering, and astronomy. In times of war the only place for educated men was making better bombs or teaching children. He chose the latter.
He was able to get a job working at an all boys boarding school, just outside of town. It came with some perks.
He got his own private chambers on campus. A nice little place with two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room. The second bedroom, he set up as his own personal workshop, he did love to tinker. The living room was covered in fully stocked bookshelves, mostly containing science fiction, embarrassingly enough.
Ever since he was a child, he dreamed about what was out there in the stars. He kept a dream journal, and wrote down the adventures his subconscious came up with, and later transformed them into comic books he would give his students.
They were fairly silly, but full of adventure, and even educational. As he made sure everything was based in science, or at the very least theoretically possible.
He wanted to get his students thinking, and the books did a good job of that. A few months back he actually got his comics accepted by a publishing company, although he wasn't making much money off them, despite them selling well.
The hero of the comic, and in his dreams, was a shapeshifter of sorts. So many different faces, different people from varying alien species, but at his core he was the same man.
An educated man... perhaps too smart for his own good at times. He was an adventurer and explorer, a researcher and inventor. He was always a Doctor. The Doctor in his magic blue box. It was embarrassing he still dreamed of such fancies.
The school hired him because he was a man of science. That and their former chemistry teacher quit the day before. Apparently she won the lottery... didn't even know they had a lottery.
John was getting a reputation in the student body as the 'fun' teacher, for his silly approach when it came to chemistry. John found students retain information better, when you not only make it relatable, but entertaining to learn. Of course Chemistry was one of the easier things to make fun, with a few demonstrations.
He also helped the kids with their physics homework after school, getting permission to set up a little tutoring session on any subjects the kids needed help with. It was technically John's free time, so the Headmaster saw no problem if he wanted to use that to help the students. He actually seemed a little impressed John was such a dedicated teacher.
As he walked down the street, John caught a few ladies staring at him, and blushed. Walking a bit faster and pretending he didn't notice. He was what people considered attractive, but he'd always been awkward around the fairer sex... or any sex really.
John was tall and skinny, with short brown hair, he liked to keep spiked up for some strange reason. He had all the classic pretty boy features, and dressed in expensive suits with a nice overcoat.
He had with him a silver pocket watch clipped to his jacket. He didn't really know why he carried the thing around, as it was broken. Bit like a security blanket really.
He also had an old key on a silver necklace. Didn't have a clue to what the key was for, but he knew it was important... he was a little bit odd, admittedly, tended to ramble. He had so many thoughts and ideas, he didn't know what to do with them.
John entered one of the town pubs, the same pub he entered every day. The owner rather liked him, because during an interview for his comic, he mentioned this being his favorite place in the entire town.
Now John didn't actually drink, as he found the taste of alcohol rather vile, but he did enjoy the atmosphere.
They had a nice selection of typical bar games and the people were friendly. The food they served was rather good, and they did sell drinks other then alcohol, which John enjoyed.
As normal for this early in the day, John took a seat near the window, and took a stack of papers that needed grading from his suitcase. Work before pleasure of course, but John felt it difficult to sit in his office, all alone, to grade papers.
He liked the noise of crowds, which strangely helped him focus on a task. When the world was quiet, and he was alone with nothing but his thoughts, he would swear he would go mad. This place wasn't too loud, but you could definitively tell people were enjoying themselves. Such a nice little place.
"Hi"
John blinked looking up from his papers, to see a soldier sitting across from him, at his table. The man was wearing the uniform of a United States Captain, and one of those large overcoats they wore... and he was... gorgeous!
This might very well be the most attractive man on the planet. He smelled just like Strawberries, and something told John the man was just as tasty.
John's eyes widened and he quickly shook the idea out of his head. That was NOT an appropriate thought for a teacher of all people to have about another man, "Can I help you with something?"
"Oh yeah. I was hoping we could talk about this," The man pulled out one of the comic books John had written, and put it on the table.
John blinked in confusion before looking at the man. "No offense, but aren't you a little old to be reading this? It is intended for boys 12 and under."
The man shrugged, "The U.S. ships us a number of comics every now and then, mostly Captain America and Superman, but occasionally some of us buy our own over here. It's cheap entertainment."
"True," John nodded. "But I'm afraid I'm a little busy at the moment, grading yesterday's homework."
"Maybe I could help with that."
John looked doubtful, no offense to the man but John worked at a luxurious private school, that taught small children things most people didn't learn until university. "How did you find me exactly?"
"You mentioned in your article you liked to hang out here," The man shrugged. "Figured I'd swing by during shore leave, and see if I could get a chance to meet you. I'm really interested in some of the ideas your comic proposed."
"Are you now?"
"Yes, although I think you might have gotten it a little backwards, when one of the characters said he was going to 'stabilize' a micro-petrol engine."
The Doctor blinked before smiling softly. "That was supposed to be foreshadowing that the guy didn't really know what he was talking about. I gave my students extra credit if they caught that."
"Clever, but I think, outside your classroom, kids are unlikely to catch that. Since the Doctor never explained that was what made him suspect the guy was a fraud. Might end up with a whole generation of kids thinking micro-petrol engines need to be stabilized."
The Doctor frowned, putting the papers down. "I can correct that in the next issue," he assured. "are you talking as a concerned parent?"
"No, just thought it be something that needed pointing out," The man shrugged. "What does fascinate me is your books talking about 'nuclear power' so long before anyone has conceived of the idea."
"Just a theory I've been working on," John shrugged
"One of the kids in your comics was even playing an 'Xbox'."
John chuckled a bit, "Yes the 'Xbox' does seem a bit ridiculous, but I believe computers have the potential to advance a great deal."
"Let's cut to the chase," the man said a bit more aggressively. "Where'd you meet him?"
"Who?"
"The Doctor?"
John blinked, "I got the inspiration, for the character, based on an imaginary friend I had as a child."
The man blinked. "... An imaginary friend?... Seriously?"
John scratched the back of his neck, and laughed a bit. "Yes I'm afraid. I would play for hours pretending I was in his magic box or on some alien world.
"Sometimes my friends would play with me, and we'd battle our garbage cans pretending they were 'Daleks'. I guess I just never grew out of that imaginative mind of a child." he shrugged helplessly, picking up the comic book. "Still coming up with new adventures for the Doctor, and letting a new generation of children play in his magic box."
The man blinked looking at his watch, "Well thanks for the talk but I gotta run."
"I didn't catch your name."
"Jack, Captain Jack Harkness."
Captain Jack Harkness... was not his name. Although he had grown rather attached to it. It was the name of a soldier who died in a plane crash. It had just been convenient to take the man's identity.
The man didn't have any family, and all his friends died with him.
Jack found it a convenient mantle to wear. He was, after all, a con man. All Time Agents were to some extent, but he had gone rogue. He used his training to blend into his environment and kill those who got in his way, in this case Nazis.
Jack, as he did like that name, was by no means a common murderer. He just had been trained to eliminate threats, not only to the time stream. He knew how to prevent himself from becoming one. As long as he blended in, and didn't do anything to big for the history books, he'd be fine.
His current disguise made him more of a soldier then a spy. He was a commanding officer. He already knew how to follow orders, and how to give them.
His role as Captain Jack Harkness was chosen, because he knew how to play it, and he played it well... most of the time. There were a few cultural taboos, in this century, he hadn't gotten the hang of.
"W-we shouldn't" The young lieutenant blushed as Jack lightly kissed his neck.
Jack didn't really understand what the fuss was about, as he'd already fucked this boy's brains out on more then one occasion. People were such prudes in this century. Sex held no deeper meaning or immoral implications in his native time period.
People of the 51st century had returned to the idea of 'free love' with anyone and everyone regardless of race, creed, or species (so long as it was Sapient).
Sexual diseases had long since been destroyed, and daily over the counter vitamins prevented them from returning in any form, as well as the pills keeping up general health.
Jack rather liked human males of this century, with how bashful they could be. With the added bonus that they couldn't get pregnant.
Jack wasn't entirely playing fair with this boy, but he couldn't really help releasing his pheromones when he was aroused, and humans of this time had no defences against it. The boy was also too young and hormonal, himself, to put up much of a fight. Only being in his early 20s, after all.
Jack couldn't help thinking it was funny how the men, of this century, would protests, while they undressed each other.
Jack had just finished unbuttoning the boy's shirt, while the overeager, yet somehow shy, 20 something, managed to use his shakey hand to undo Jack's belt.
Just as the boy moaned as The Man kissed his chest, Jack heard the sound of a cough. Looking over, Jack saw General Hammer standing in the doorway. A mix of disturbed, impatient, and exacerbated.
Not that the General would do anything, not to him or the boy, as Jack was "too valuable an asset".
Jack had been 'discovered' by the American government, and believed to be one of the alien half breeds that lived on the planet. It was easier to just go along with that, then explain what was really going on. So he was moved into a secret black ops department, in the US military. Not the most subtle cover, a Time Agent should have, but sometimes you need to go with what is presented.
Jack did manage to keep some future tech, that was keyed to his biometrics, and passed it off as alien tech. Not like humans in this time period would know the difference.
His favorite piece was the Vortex Manipulator on his wrist. He had the advanced piece of technology wrapped in leather fitting to the time period. It was a small computer on a leather band, with a strap keeping it closed.
Most people paid it no mind, and those that did thought it was a watch. The Vortex Manipulator did as it's name implied. It manipulated Vortexes, the Time Vortex to be more specific. It acted as a teleportation device, instantaneously bringing him anywhere at any time in the universe.
It was also a little... less then legal. He was supposed to turn his in, when he left the Time Agency, but instead he ran with it. It was too useful to just hand over.
The Time Agents of his era wouldn't care, as the organization was just founded a few decades ago. It was still new and didn't really have the manpower to go after everyone who broke the rules on Time Travel... but then there were the Agents, from the Citadel Republic, who were... less tolerant of unregistered time travellers. They had strict rules, which bound their hands more then the cowboys of Jack's time.
The General growled, "You can go back to corrupting the youth, with your indecent lifestyle, AFTER we get to work!"
"Or you could join us?" Jack grinned, releasing a bit of pheromone into the room, to make the man sweat.
The man stammered for a moment before he regained himself, completely ignoring Jack's comment. "What can you tell me about the target?"
"Well," Jack took a seat on the chair. Pulling the half naked boy on his lap, and making him sit there. As he groped him in front of the general. The young man's face was bright red, as he tried desperately not to look anyone in the eye. "Unfortunately he's got no useful connection to the Doctor."
The General blinked. "How can that be? His description of the Doctor's tools, and weapons, were too accurate to be coincidence."
"I said 'no useful connection' not that one doesn't exist. He was apparently a child when the Doctor abducted him. It's not like the Doctor has never done that before, although usually they are teenagers, not a kid so young they believe the Doctor to be their imaginary friend."
The General eyed him. "You believe that?"
"I do. I know when people are lying, and this guy has no idea the Doctor is real. Must of only met him once as a very small child, and picked up a few things, from whatever the hell happened. However, given this guy turned 'adventures with the Doctor' into a favorite childhood game, it be impossible to pinpoint which adventure was real.
"For all we know, the Doctor just materialized that box of his in the boy's room, and told the kid his life story to calm him down, and put him back to sleep... you know that's actually the most likely thing, as the Doctor is a horrific pilot, and for as irresponsible as he is. I can't picture him abducting a six year old"
The General groaned, "So this was a wasted trip then."
"Not quite, The Doctor tends to keep an eye on people he directly interacts with. There's a chance he might resurface. Just put a tail on the guy, but don't expect anything to come of it."
"We can't exactly waste anyone right now," the General thought, before looking at Jack.
"Oh come on!" Jack growled knowing that look.
"Out of your division, your the best at infiltration with that... hormone thing you do. Get close to him and keep an eye out for the Doctor."
Then Rose found them, a few years later. The Time Agents recruited her, were getting tired of Jack. Rose didn't know John Smith was the Doctor, but she figured it out when She found the Watch.
She brought it to John and convinced him if he wanted to save his boyfriend, he needed to let the Doctor out... John died, the Doctor saved Jack. Whom begged him to give John back... but was refused. Then the Doctor took both Rose and Jack on space adventures...
He continued fighting Daleks with Rose, as the Time War still hadn't started yet, but the Daleks remained a threat to the universe. But they also went on a lot more relaxing and fun adventures... and fell in love.
Rose later "died" by looking into the heart of the TARDIS, and ascending into the Bad Wolf. To this day, Rose exist between life and death, as a god of Time and Space. She continues to look after the Doctor, and his companions... Although she keeps her distance.
Much later, after traveling with Martha. The 10th Doctor met Donna Noble.
"You have a GRANDDAUGHTER!" Donna screamed, as the Doctor covered his ears.
"Blimey, if you were even an octave louder my ears would implode," The Doctor yelped, rubbing said ears.
Donna just stared at him, mesmerized. Then back at the old black and white photo. It was being used as a bookmark for one of Anne Frank's novels, "If that girl is your granddaughter then who's the geezer? Your dad?"
"No..." The Doctor sighed, "That's me."
"What!? How much work have you had done!?"
"Time Lords are like Phoenixes," The Doctor tried to distract her. "Each time we die, hopefully as a result of old age, our body bursts into a fountain of energy and our body changes. We call it Regeneration."
Donna gaped, "You're making that up."
"Nnnnope," The Doctor clicked his tongue.
Donna continued to gape, then shook her head, "Guess that would explain how you're nine hundred and six years old."
"Weeeeeelll that's more a guess, and a lousy one at that. Each face can potentially live for thousands of years, and I've died of old age a few times, but most of my faces died tragically young... In reality I have no idea how old I am. I just set the TARDIS to pick a random number, and I have been counting up from there."
Donna stared then snapped, "You're blooming mad if you think I'm going to believe all that! Don't distract me, who the bloody hell is this girl!"
"My Granddaughter," the Doctor insisted.
"Well where is she!? How come I've never heard about you having a family!"
"Because they're dead," The Doctor informed and Donna went completely quiet, "... probably," the Doctor reluctantly admitted.
"PROBABLY!? What you blooming mean 'Probably'?"
The Doctor considered it, then decided he trusted Donna. Where other companions were friends... even occasionally lovers... Donna was family... it was like having a Sister.
On this realization, and before he changed his mind. The Doctor promptly, and unexpectedly, headbutted Donna.
Donna yelped, holding her head as her mind caught up with the Doctor's entire life... The Doctor even threw in his academy education... which amounted to several hundred human Doctorates.
Donna stumbled back, as her mind slowly synced itself. Looking at the Doctor. She realized an hour had passed of her just processing information.
The Doctor had sat her in a chair, as he tinkered with the TARDIS controls.
"That's too much, for even you too make up," Donna looked down at the picture... which she was still holding.
The Doctor smiled, "Not everything I say is a lie,"
Donna pushed, as she always does, "Why didn't you ever go see how she was doing?" The Doctor remained silent, but Donna wasn't dropping it. "Doctor?"
"Because I don't know what I will find..." The Doctor muttered.
"You left her behind, to give her a better life... don't you wanna see how it turned out?"
The Doctor gulped. There was something in his eyes. Some glimmer of an emotion he long forgot he could feel. It took him a moment to decipher what it was... hope.
"What if..." the Doctor couldn't voice his fear.
"Then you'll be heartbroken," Donna looked strangely serious, "You will mourn for years, then, like everyone else, you will move on. But imagine if I'm right, and you actually do have family out there?"
• Godric's Hallow, Earth. (The British Wizarding Nation).
Lily Evans, as she was calling herself then, had had many lives. Susan, Miss Frizzle, Lady Gaga, all of which were endless fun. 12 regenerations, all 13 lives, this was her last... and by far the one she was most proud of.
Her current husband fought valiantly, full of passion and courage. It was how anyone should like to live in their final moments... to truly rage against the dying of the light... and was how she lived hers.
She faced the dark lord and goaded him to attack her, and the moment he did his fate was sealed. The trap was set. Her own son would become champion to the universe. She knew he would... because she heard it, that sound she longed to hear for the last few hundred years. The Wheezing mechanical groan of the TARDIS.
Look after him Grandfather... Look after them all...
The Doctor's heart sank as he stepped out of his TARDIS. The house before them was burning, looking as though a bomb went off. Yet it appeared as though the fire had mostly died.
There were dozens of bodies on the street, most of them appeared to be the attackers judging by the blast pattern and body positions. He heard Donna gasp behind him and try to steer him away, but now that he was here he had to see... he had to.
They stepped into the house, looking at the smoldering ruins of a suburban home. Going up the creeky stairs, the Doctor followed his other worldly senses. Tracking the essence of a Time Lord.
When they got to the final room upstairs, the source of the explosion, the Doctor felt his heart stop... with... an unfamiliar emotion.
"It's okay Doctor," Donna tried to insist, "Everything will be alright,"
The Doctor realized he was crying, and that Donna misunderstood his tears. "No Donna. This... this is wonderful. Absolutely brilliant.
"She survived. This," He knelt by the body of the redheaded time lord, "This was her last face. Her very last face. Lucky number 13... This is the ultimate proof that she had a full life... still fighting the good fight after I'm gone..." He lightly touched her hair, "And took whoever she was fighting down with her. She couldn't make me more proud...
"Maybe I'll run into a younger regeneration of hers now that I know what I'm looking for," He stood tall.
"Doctor," Donna spoke strangely gently as her own mind tried to reject where they were, "We're in a nursery," looking at the colorful wallpaper, covered in burn marks... and the crib in the corner...
The Doctor quickly pounced at the crib and picked up its occupant. A small baby, a little over a year old... it wasn't moving... On closer inspection Donna was relieved to find it was breathing, but the child appeared to be unconscious. The Doctor quickly waved his sonic screwdriver over the child. Sighing with relief at the scans the wand-like device recorded.
"Just a bit of exhaustion," He held the baby close and looked around at all the destruction, "The little guy did this."
"Did what?" Donna asked.
"He blew up the house."
"It did what!?" Donna gaped, "How can a baby blow up a house!" she didn't really ask. More like trying to get him to see the ridiculousness of that statement.
Still the Doctor answered, "It's more than just him. The sheer energy pulsing in this tiny body," He frowned and looked at his granddaughter. "Oh Susan... what did you do...?"
"Doctor! You're doing that thing again," Donna groaned losing her patience. She was trying, she really was. The Doctor just lost his granddaughter and effectively became responsible for her child, but the Doctor did this all the time.
"What thing?" The Doctor blinked.
"That thing where you spout gibberish and expect other people to know what you're saying," Donna rubbed her temple and tried to keep her voice calm.
She was trying to be understanding but from what she pieced together this place actually gave the Doctor comfort. Of course it would.
He was always surrounded by death. Knowing how his granddaughter died wouldn't trouble him. He probably came here intentionally to see if she had a good life before she went. The fact this was the woman's last life did nothing but comfort the non human...
Half human... he was half human so maybe for all his strangeness this was getting to him. He just wasn't showing it.
The Doctor frowned, "Sorry... see some species can naturally Channel their internal energies to... basically alter physics. They have an extra circulatory system that spirals around the veins. Instead of pumping blood, this pumps energy many of the more civilized (well I say "civilized") worlds call Chakra.
"It is pure concentrated energy that, when combined with their limited psychic powers, allows for some devastating and near reality warping displays."
"Doctor..." Donna rubbed her temple, "Make sense."
"The baby is a witch," While Donna gaped, he explained. "Well the male word would be 'wizard' but point is he's got what primitive civilizations call magic... a lot of it actually... far more then he should...
"A Time Lord, a 4th dimensional being, breeding with a descendant of the Eternals... would create quite the battery but it's more than even that... Susan used this to give him her own lifeforce ontop of that."
His eyes lingered at another body in the corner that Donna hadn't noticed, "Susan tricked her attacker to use his energy to transfer her own to Harry,"
"Harry?" Donna blinked.
The Doctor pointed at a burnt picture frame on the floor. It looked like it got knocked off the table in the blast. The words "Harry James Potter," etched on it.
Donna put the pieces together. She was getting used to deciphering everything the Doctor said, "Okay so the kid's got Time Lord magic, Witch Magic, and his mother's magic."
The Doctor looked at her, "I have enough raw energy in me to destroy a Solar System. But this kid... He could very well become as powerful as an Olympian if trained properly... He's a Galaxy buster... we can't leave him here. Who knows what The Witches will do when they realize what he is capable of."
"I already assumed we would be taking him with us," Donna scuffed.
The Doctor... smiled.
The Doctor gathered a few of his other orphaned descendants. Finding them all good homes, and checking on them regularly.
The reality bomb didn't happen in this universe but the Meta Crisis still manifest. Thanks to the Doctor's hand getting cut off, and Donna accidentally triggering it to regenerate, as the Doctor grew a new hand for himself.
Unfortunately, some of the Doctor's Biology got into Donna. And her body couldn't handle the mind of a Time Lord, however, she refused to let the Doctor wipe her mind. Instead, choosing to die as she is, as opposed to living as she was.
The Doctor then created a second anchor, in his TARDIS, to give the Meta Crisis his own control room. So the infinite dimension of the TARDIS, was connected to two multiple places.
The Doctor regenerates into the 11th Doctor, who is truly the 11th face the Doctor has had. Meeting Amy Pond, and still fighting the Daleks.
Later, after Amy is trapped in the 1930s, the Doctor meets Clara... who seems truly impossible. As he remembers meeting a girl, with her name and face, at least once for each of his lives... and she always died. Yet she appears completely human.
The 11th Doctor later learns, this is because the girl jumped into his exposed Timeline, at his future grave, and thereby scattered herself across his history, as echoes of herself... but that wasn't the whole story, and the fact she survived this should have clued him in.
After this discovery, Clara abruptly leaves the Doctor's side... with no explanation.
In the distant future, the Doctor regenerates into his canon 12th face (Peter Capaldi), but is actually his 384th face.
He meets Clara again. Having run into several thousand of her Echoes. And finds she's resurrected all her echoes. Then united them in a new Time Agency.
It turned out, Clara was the last face of the Doctor, who sent an echo of herself back in time, to stop the Doctor from becoming the Valeyard. Much as how the 5th Doctor sent an Echo of himself, to help the 4th Doctor, before merging with him.
Although Clara wasn't aware of her role, until she jumped into the Doctor's Timeline.
Later, After the Doctor rejected Missy's gift of a Cybermen Army, Clara merges with the 12th Doctor, and regenerates into herself.
In this universe, all this happened before the Time War.
The Daleks regained time travel, while the Doctor was distracted in their "Clara" face. They begin attacking all timelines, simultaneously.
The Time Lords needed more soldiers, so they used modified Looms to separate all licensed Time Lords, into all 13 of their faces. Each losing their regeneration energy, but able to "Respawn", which means they keep the same face... indefinitely.
The Doctor caves, after learning the Time Lords resurrected the Master's Apprentice, Susan, and then Master themselves, and gave them the procedure... and are having them all fight in the Time War.
The Doctor lets them seperate their body, into all 385 of their faces.
My OCs, and a list of their incarnations.
[ Relationship to the Doctor: adopted granddaughter (Susan). ]
• Pre Gamer Procedure: Susan's original 13 regenerations.
• Susan Forman (original incarnation) • [3 ordinary mundane lifetimes]. • Hagoromo. (The 1st Shinobi, from "Naruto.") • Gine. (Goku's Mom, from "Dragon Ball Z.") • Rosemary Prower (Tails mom, from Sonic the Hedgehog.) • Jaclyn Kira Bad. (The troubled runaway, from "Pitch Black" / "Chronicles of Riddick.") • an Equus Dragon (Spike's mother, from MLP.) • Beatrice Baudelaire. (The Baudelaire children's mother, from "a series of unfortunate events.") • Miss Frizzle. (The Teacher, from "Magic School Bus.") • Lady Gaga. (The Pop star Icon.) • Lily Evans. (Harry's mother, from "Harry Potter.")
Note: thought of as a deviant, as they often reincarnated themselves as the progenitor of a family line... far too often. Being Mother, or even ancestor, to champions.
• Chosen Name: Smartholomew Mouthitcus.
Primary Body: Mortal Fae. Hispanic skin, Norwegian bone structure, and large Anime eyes, with blue hair.
• Chosen Name: S'mouth Sol'pax.
Bestowed Name: "Snickersnack".
Reincarnated as the Champion: Future Trunks.
Primary Body: An orange Sangheili, with a blue blush to his skin.
other Incarnations: • a Ferengi. • a Frost Demon (Frieza's race, from Dragon Ball Z).
Animagus: Flying Fox (a Type of Australian Bat, that looks like a fox.)
Pony Form: Vulpony (AKA "Fox Pony.)
• Chosen Name: Smarticus Mouthitcus.
Bestowed Name: "Musky-Pup".
Primary Body: A short, kobold sized, floofy dragon. With blue fur, with an undersize of yellow scales.
He has fox ears, with a horn on both sides of both ears (4 in total.) With an additional, smaller, horn on his nose.
His head is shaped like a fox, with a shorter muzzle
He has a blue fox tail, with a yellow tip.
(other incarnations): • A red and green Husky-Taur. (Think centaur but a Husky dog.) • Fish Anthro. • Snail Anthro.
Animagus: • Poisonous frog. (red and green).
Equus Form: Dragon.
Note: A master of poisons and acid. Musky also dabbled in magical crafts. Specifically, enchantments to turn toy props into the real thing. He's also skilled in illusion and healing magick. With a real talent for sneaking.
• Chosen Name: Smartie McMouthy.
Bestowed Name: "ColtKit".
Reincarnated as the Champion: • Solar Spike (series "my little pony". from a different universe then The Equus Rift) • Miles "Tails" Prower. (From "Sonic the Hedgehog." Sonic's adoptive little brother.) • B-4 (Star Trek. Older brother to Data and Lore.) • Astro Boy.
Primary Body: • A Sec (AKA "Human Dalek.")
Animagus: an Eevee.
Pony Form: A Thestral (Bat pony).
Note: Trapped in the body and mind of a child. Dimension hops a lot reincarnating himself as Child Champions.
• Chosen Name: Sunny Dilbert
Primary Body: Harold Severus Potter.
(other incarnations): • a Sodaroo. (colored like a Sunny D. bottle.)
Animagus: a platypus.
Pony Form: A Draconequus.
Note: During the time war, he served on an expedition time with Sodaroo.
[ Relationship to the Doctor: biological son. ]
• Chosen Name: Ollivander Toma.
Reincarnated as the Champion: • Darth Revan. (From "Star Wars: Knights of the old Republic" Videogame.) • Naruto Hyuga nee Uzumaki (My own AU of the "Naruto" Anime. Where Naruto joined the Hyuga when he was engaged to Hinata, after the Chunin Exams. And Later became a good father and husband. Creating Shadow clones to complete the task of Hokage.) • Wesley Crusher (From "Star Trek: The Next Generation." • Gene Starwind (from "Outlaw Star.")
Primary Body: Mortal Fae. Hispanic skin, Norwegian bone structure, and large Anime eyes, with blue hair.
• Chosen Name: Metagamer.
Animagus: Gargoyle.
Pony Form: Asari Pony.
• Chosen Name: Haunted.
Bestowed Name: "Gastly-Mon".
Reincarnated as the Champion: "The Dark Magician".
Primary Body: A blue haired humanoid. Tall, with feminine features.
other Incarnations: (none).
Animagus: Gastly.
Pony Form: Skullie (Skeleton Pony).
Note: Haunted found himself in Ancient Egypt, on the world of "Pokken", within the main universe. Serving as the young Pharoah Atem's court wizard. Until he was sealed inside a stone tablet, and later a trading card. Which he later escaped, into the Digital world. Eventually gaining a "Gastly" shape, and learning how to digivolve
Gamer Powers.
• Allowing them to "pause" the world, while they move freely.
• Able to create Pocket Universes / Illusions, through jumping into media, and playing in that world.
When they merge with someone, their memories become clouded, although they do act based on a subconscious "mission".
Their memories awaken when they either die, or hit the biological age they first manifested as, from the Time Omnian procedure. This can be anything from an old man to a toddler. Where they then stop aging.
• They can "Do-Over" any event in their own history. Also called "Loading". Sending their conciousness back in time, and merging with their past self. With minimal risk of creating a pocket dimension.
Where all whom shared similar "Do-Over" abilities, realizing and remembering what once happened.
In order to do this, they must enter a meditative state, and attempt to make alterations and constantly reset events.
They are vulnerable while doing this, but no changes they make are cemented until they actively focus on "Saving" the new past. If their concentration is broken, the event is unaltered...
and the temporal scarring makes it so they can never attempt to change the event again.
• They have infinite potential, and can "Level Up" by absorbing "Experience" from individuals they defeat in combat, or outsmart.
• They can even temporarily increase their powers by accumulating energy for "Power Ups", through landing hits on an opponent. This lets them undergo a "Super Saiyan" like transformation, with further "Kaio Ken" like boost, after landing enough additional hits.
Within all corners of the Omni-verse, only 42 dimensions discovered this procedure... Out of these universes, there were only 13 where Smartholomew was born. All of whom under went the procedure. In an attempt, by the Time Lords, to gain control of the Doctors and Masters. As the kid wanted to help fight against the Daleks, while his parents joined the fight to insure their child didn't die again.
Then, as far as the Doctor knew, at the end of the Time War... the War Doctor destroyed all the Daleks across the multiverse... by destroying all Gallifreyians of the 42 dimensions. Burning their very souls, to fuel a weapon of ultimate power. The enemies atomized in a singular... Moment.