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Gallifrey
Paul Driscoll
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Kara Dennison
ALTRIX BOOKS
Seasons of War – Gallifrey.
First Published in Great Britain and the USA 2018 by Altrix Books.
Disclaimer: This book is a strictly limited, unofficial, not for profit novel inspired by the
BBC TV series Doctor Who with all proceeds going to the children’s charity Caudwell
Children. No a empt has been made to supersede the copyrights held by the BBC or any
other persons or organisa ons.
Acknowledgements.
Paul would like to thank: Declan May for commissioning, inspiring and overseeing this
work. Jon Arnold, Simon Bre , Nathan Mullins, Sco Claringbold, Christopher Stone,
Stuart Douglas, Elton Townend-Jones, JR Southall and Ross Hamilton for their support and
encouragement in this and other wri ng projects. Jenny, Oliver, Hannah, Sophie, Luke,
James and Thomas for allowing me the me to work on this book and for pu ng up with
all the emo onal baggage that wri ng brings. Nicholas Hollands for stepping in to offer
much needed copyedi ng assistance. And above all my co-writer Kara Dennison for always
asking the right ques ons and for teaching me so much along the way.
Kara would like to thank: Declan for pairing up amazing teams for this project, and for
crea ng a range it’s a joy to be a part of. Ginger for the stunning art and graphics, and for
the constant support and cheerleading. Emily, CJ, Mai-Anh, PJ, and Fiona for being the
best, and for allowing their game characters to cameo in the regenera on lab. Mom,
Charlie, Emile, and Diane for always being suppor ve of my flights of fancy. Stuart
Douglas, Ma hew Graham, John Peel, Paul Magrs, George Mann, and Rob Shearman for
being my writer guardian angels. And of course to Paul Driscoll, for the amazing
imagina on and drive that brought our heroes to life.
Contents
Foreword by Declan May
Kendo’s War
Savalia’s War
Mordicai’s War
Hero No More
that the anthology was the start and the end of it. But then I
became convinced that there were many further stories to be
spire.
universe.
This is more than just another Doctor Who spin-off novel (in
fact, I hesitate to call it as such as I feel that does injustice to
its own aside and apart from the Doctor Who universe(s).
stories about the world created and the characters within it.
It’s a novel about love, loss, fear, adventure, discovery and life
during wartime.
It is beautifully written, almost as if Dennison and Driscoll
hell.
believe, the worlds of Doctor Who have never had a story like
Declan May
June 2018.
PART I
on its own. And with the world around him flat and silent, he
almost thought it might.
A few yards away, just enough out of earshot to drive home
how out here ‘out here’ was, the tiny village of Dotheia went
about the feeling of it; closed, yet open. Walled in, yet
in.
He didn’t care to. Well, not a few yards away, at any rate.
unpack. Like him – feet off Gallifrey and head in the stars, off
to the next thing whenever this thing didn’t quite work
anymore.
the usual racist dismissals. That was where the effort would
go.
Once you can see everything else besides yourself, and there’s
something important.”
“I don’t know.” Mordicai strolled over to the rock. He tried to
“Oh?”
universe somehow.”
Mordicai could see the other person more clearly now. She
was around his age, at his best guess, with a build that either
The smile was a smirk now. “Don’t worry, they’ll tell you.”
“Joke’s on you, I got kicked out for laughing.”
“My sympathies.”
line, come to that, he’d lost sight of Tor Fasa. Not that there
was anything to worry about; it was a small village, and the
she stood just a hair shorter than him, barely needing to tilt
her head up to look him in the eye. “Savalia.”
“Mordicai.”
Savalia brushed some stray hair out of her eyes. “So that’s
all you’re doing out here? Staring up at the stars until your
“Not recently.”
“Well… you’re out learning about the area. And my mother’s
the best cook in Dotheia. You could have dinner with us. As
long as you don’t mind eating off the same plate as all the
Percusians we’ve honoured as guests over the years.”
tone hiding nothing. Even the brief aside just now had been
shrugged off with far more calm than he’d expected. But…
“You don’t even know me and you’re inviting me to your
house?”
Savalia shrugged. “No offense, but I’ve hunted and roasted
“Come on.”
“I don’t know…”
leaning past him, giving Savalia his social smile. “I hope he’s
not been giving you too much trouble, my dear.”
“No more than I’m used to.” She returned the smile easily. “I
just invited the two of you to dinner at mine, and he’s tried to
turn me down.”
“Well, I accept. For both of us.”
couldn’t tell in the dark. But she eventually caught his eye
again.
“If you start missing the stars too much, we can always eat
tell a parent about their favorite toy. “All my life. I’m trying to
write a bit of my own, but it’s harder than it looks.”
“I’ve tried to get this one to take his nose of the sciences and
isn’t it? Matching the words and the circles, making sure they
intersect properly…”
Mordicai?”
“Ah… mm.”
***
“It’s a bit like geometry.” Savalia had taken a piece of paper
and a pen and was drawing interlocking circles around it.
“You write each verse in a circle like this. Then when you add
poem, I suppose. Like ‘land’ and ‘missing’ from the one before.
It’s a poem about always wanting what you don’t have, no
“Oh…”
Mordicai glanced over at Fasa. His mentor had taken to
oblivious to it.
projects.”
“Projects?”
Mordicai weighed answering, but before he could, the door
taken aback.
“Sorry I’m late. Good job I’ve brought you a triple dose, these
trips are getting more and more difficult. I’m going to have to
cut them down. There’s a jam – an actual traffic jam – out
there.” The breathless woman was smaller and stockier than
Savalia, but something around the face suggested at least a
passing relation. “How can you have that? There’s only, what,
way to let you know. But I promise, they’re nice. And they’re
Time Lords – well, a Time Lord and a trainee – so technically
settled over her face. “All right. Well…” She raised the fingers
of one hand a bit in a low, shy wave to Mordicai. “Hi.”
Fasa turned his head toward Kendo. She was eyeing her
shoes.
“Oh?” He was far more interested in the newcomer now.
silent glance; the former nodded and rose from her seat,
escorting her mother to the next room. Mordicai tried to
watch her go, but Fasa had taken Savalia's seat and was
the people.”
around from the terrified woman who'd come in the door not
long ago.
Fasa smiled; Mordicai knew the smile. He was on the
put it bluntly, yes. You and Mordicai, you're not all that
talking about?”
Mordicai wasn’t entirely sure, but any opportunity to say so
was cut short when Savalia returned to the table with... a new
***
wishing we could live in the big globe on the horizon like all
the proper people.”
“You don’t?”
family gossip ever was. Data. Why people were how they were.
Why he was how he was.
“At any rate, I don’t remember much about being there. It
was just to visit Kendo and her father, anyway. No one even
knew there was a terrible smelly Shobogan amongst ’em.”
Mordicai watched Savalia’s face in the dim light of the
nearby houses. Her tone had been bright; her expression was
melancholy. He couldn’t quite parse it. But he wanted to fix it.
“I don’t think you smell.”
Savalia stopped walking and sputtered out a laugh. Mordicai
was taken aback. “What? I don’t?”
that made him feel secure. That made him want to stay right
where he was. He wanted to know more. He wanted to study
and discover every day until there was nothing left to know,
***
“Regeneration sickness?”
Fasa and Mordicai had left not long after dinner. It was a
happen, Fasa?”
Tor Fasa sighed. “Vanity.”
“Vanity?”
Typical. Just when he thought he’d been getting warm, one
word from his mentor was all it took to remind Mordicai that
there was so much he couldn’t even begin to understand.
The two were aboard Fasa’s TARDIS again, on the way back
to the Citadel. The long way ‘round, apparently. It had been a
good amount of time since they left, and despite the age of
“There are many things I’m not telling you, all for very good
reason. Now sit down.”
Mordicai looked down at Fasa’s hands, stretched out in
take?”
“Nothing that wasn’t already agreed upon far in advance.”
He put a surprisingly gentle hand on Mordicai’s shoulder.
***
“Go home, get some sleep. I’ll give you a shout again soon.”
The conversation was brief and blurry, and Mordicai was
back home in his studio flat on the 51st floor of Omega
Towers and sitting up in his own bed with little memory of the
walk there. It was like a strange hangover. Like a story that
skips bits. He was aware there had been a day.
compass.
Then he held it a bit away from him – and he could see the
imperfection. It wasn’t a perfect circle at all. It joined properly,
***
speak with her, in or out of the Senate, and it didn’t take long
for Fasa to track down her regular corner café simply based
on where she said people could meet her for discussions. A
Fasa waited.
“Ugh…” Kendo put the papers down and skittered over to
close her window. “Honestly.”
She would take work. The question was, would she take
more work than he had the energy for?
The tea was in front of him presently. It smelled of at least
four herbs made for knocking out problem patients when
served in larger quantities. Kendo sipped hers like a well-
earned drink after a long day of work, sighing with quiet
relief.
“Why me?” she asked at last.
“Sorry?”
“You came looking for me after meeting me one time. I may
be young, but I’m not exactly newsworthy. There have been
senators far younger than me in the past, far smarter.”
A stony silence.
Fasa watched Kendo carefully. The tea seemed to have
settled her nerves, but it wasn’t just that. She was thrown off
by the unpredictable, he’d noticed. Yet here she was, hearing
him talk of secret information, and she was placid as could
be. That meant that little, if anything, of what he said
surprised her.
“What is the Way of Life?” Kendo stared at Fasa over her
cup. “What is it really?”
“The Way of Life is truth. Not a metaphorical truth, not a
philosophical truth. It’s books. Writings. History. Change,
Kendo. The Way of Life is change. And it’s change I’m fairly
sure you and your aunt and your cousin have been looking
for.”
Kendo would be either heaven-sent or disastrous; Fasa
already knew that. Steered correctly, she could be the new,
powerful voice on the inside leading things in the right
pieces.
Never mind. Something would happen. Something always
did.
The conversation collapsed into pleasantries not long after,
and neither of them was enjoying it. He took his leave. But
they would meet again. He promised that.
***
“It’s…”
“Yes?”
“No… there’s a few people. Really. It’s… it’s a slow burn sort
of thing.”
Savalia joined him on the stage. “Are we talking ‘next
handful of years’ slow burn, or ‘heat death of the universe’
slow burn?”
“I…”
“You don’t know.” She lay back on the stage, her hair
splayed out across the worn mural. “So nothing particularly
new.”
“Well, the Doctor was part of this group of his.”
“Oh, well, that makes all the difference.”
Mordicai bristled. “You… don’t know about the Doctor?”
“Isn’t that what you wastelanders are doing every time you
entertain a Percusian?”
“I… that’s not the same. That’s hospitality. Not giving away
energy and resources.”
“That’s literally the definition of hospitality.”
Savalia blew out a breath – the ‘I’m not having this
“Why not?”
“In your Omega Junior Engineer’s Badge?”
Mordicai glared. “It’s my Time Lord insignia.”
“My mother’s a Time Lady, and she never had an insignia.”
“Sounds like her problem.”
Savalia fell back onto the stage laughing; for now, the
problem was forgotten. But he’d seen the look on her face just
before. She felt alone. Unthought of. Used. Then again, she
was; they all were. The Time Lords’ talk of the wastelanders’
poor way of life was true only insofar as they created the
difficulties. They couldn’t force the Shobogans to be brainless
cave people, but they could at least force the hardship.
stared up at the sky. And he fell back onto the stage with her.
No words. Just staring up. For the moment, he was thankful
he couldn’t hear her thoughts.
“Come on,” said Savalia, denying him the chance to waste
the first kiss with entirely the wrong moment. She stood up
***
“And he’s in. All the way. No regrets, no concerns. Not that
he’s told me, anyway.”
The Doctor raised an eyebrow. “Last I heard, he wasn’t
interested in anything but TARDIS repair. What changed his
mind?”
Fasa took a bite of the biscuit the Doctor had brought him.
Gingerbread, he said – it was sweet and spicy. It wasn’t
terrible, but it dried his mouth out. “Would you believe it was
a woman?”
“Ah. Really.” The Doctor laughed. It was agony to watch this
entry.
It was Fasa’s pride and joy… and what would eventually
make all the different in Gallifreyan society. An information
repository based on truth, not fairy tales. Ever evolving, ever
growing, ever changing, just like people. Always learning and
the stories grew, the eyes of the important turned further and
further from him. Which was just where he needed them.
What he had told Kendo was true. The Way of Life was
truth. And, with just the right push, the Way of Life could
rock Gallifrey at its very foundations – pull down the
ludicrous notions of Time Lord superiority, and restore
***
a hand. “But Fasa’s right nearby. We can take his. All right?
He’ll be glad to help.”
It took some pushing, some dragging, and a whole lot of
movement with very little explanation. But Mordicai didn’t
care. All he knew was he had to get to Savalia. He promised
he would help her, no matter what. He’d be there for them –
all of them.
It was early, but Fasa was awake at his desk, reading
quietly. Kendo and Mordicai’s noisy entrance didn’t seem to
faze him in the slightest.
“We need your TARDIS. We’ll be right back.”
“It’s finicky. You’ll need me with you.” Fasa placidly closed
his book and waved the two after him, to the corner where his
aged machine was stowed. No questions, no concerns, not
even a lifted eyebrow. He simply let them in and closed the
doors behind them.
“To Savalia?” he asked, readying himself at the controls.
Mordicai nodded, then shook his head. “Yes. I mean… no,
us in front of a wall.”
“Not the time, Fasa.”
“Take a lesson from your hero – times like this are exactly
the time.”
Mordicai heard, but didn’t register. He strode through the
TARDIS doors and straight into Savalia’s house; Fasa had
“Nothing.”
Fasa’s voice was cold. Even Mordicai was taken aback.
Savalia’s shoulders shook a little. Kendo shot him a
poisonous look. “Why would you say that?”
“Because it’s true.” Fasa slipped past Mordicai, seating
himself near the two women, his gaze firm. “Savalia already
knows. Don’t you? It’s what everything you do is about.”
“No,” Kendo countered. “She helps her mother.”
“She helps her stay comfortable. The entire point of her
condition is that it is uncontrollable. If it were controllable, I’m
“Savalia.” Mordicai cut in, not sure what else he could do for
the time being. “Tell us what we should be doing. You know
best.”
Savalia took a breath, letting it out shakily. One tear
escaped, rolling down her cheek, but she managed to keep the
rest at bay. “We need to get her out of bed first. She’s been
Fasa to the next room. The two emerged a few minutes later
with Nairo: impossibly wizened, strangely small, like a carved
wooden doll. Her anatomy seemed almost impossible, with
her head stooped below her shoulders like a broken
marionette and one hand tapping almost imperceptibly on the
arm of the wheelchair.
work?”
But Mordicai didn’t bother to listen. “Savalia, what’s this I’m
hearing?” His voice was embarrassingly grand to his own
and, upon seeing the to-do in the kitchen, pitched in. The old
woman remained oddly stable the entire time.
Somewhere in the midst of all the business, things had
become lighthearted. The four were surrounded by friends –
well, strangers to all but Savalia – keeping Savalia’s mother
company and being directed to either do something or do
“Is she…”
“Something’s happening,” she said quietly. “It could just be
another shift or…”
Mordicai handed his food off to a bystander and
accompanied Savalia to her mother’s wheelchair. The old
woman smiled, seemingly satisfied with how things had
turned out.
“There, you see? You should listen to me more often.”
Savalia laughed. Then pressed her lips together. “I… don’t
understand. What’s special about today? Why all this? Why
bring everyone over and go to all this trouble?”
“Silly girl.” Savalia’s mother smiled at the group. “It’s my
going-away party, of course.”
“Mother–”
Mordicai squeezed Savalia’s hand. The old woman closed
her eyes.
Her features began to blur and shift.
Kendo was the first to break it. “This is why I keep saying
you and Auntie should move in with me.”
“This isn’t the time,” Savalia retorted. Her tone was quiet.
Civil. Exhausted. Then, “Thank you. All of you. I wasn’t
expecting anything of you at all. Truly.”
Tor Fasa scratched his scar thoughtfully. “We didn’t save
her. You know that. If it was her time–”
“Oh, shut up and let me thank you.” The tears were flowing
now, but Savalia was smiling. Kendo gave Mordicai a pointed
look – hold her hand, it was obviously saying. He did.
For a strange moment, there seemed to be nothing both
calm. Nothing outside those walls, nothing past Fasa’s old
TARDIS, but a cool evening and peace.
It woke Kendo.
across the length of her bed. Her left foot was crumpling a list
of talking points she intended to raise against the Shobogan
***
them shut down all those years ago. He’d already made a plan
to visit the people who’d made her condition… well, ‘possible’
preserve of the rich and powerful – was surely her best hope.
He saw the chandeliers vibrate to the rhythm of the cloister
***
It woke Mordicai.
The engineer had gone to bed without even washing the
day’s work off his hands. His nails were ringed with grease;
was the scroll with his and Savalia’s chain poem cascading
along the page. This one didn’t just go straight down. It had
begun moving left and right, doubling back on itself, dancing
along the paper. He’d left off half a link in, on the word
‘remember’.
The paper lay forgotten as he stared up at highest point of
sound that was the only thing the Time Lords were willing to
They had been relocated centuries ago. Tor Fasa called the
***
did.
***
best to keep her out of earshot. “So, what, we’re going to fight
back? It might have just been another warning from the
***
holds barred. Maybe even call the Doctor in, as she seemed to
be the only one who could keep him in line.
But the reports blew their easy process out of the water.
“What in Rassilon’s name are the Percusians doing with a
His colleague tapped his chin. “It does seem unlikely, Sir.
no sense!”
Not that there was much to see. It was a scant few seconds
long, consisting of a relaxed looking man in a large chair. The
stage had been set for this brief moment. The man rested a
splay-fingered hand against his grey cheek, tracing the
Gallifrey will not fall.” She stared at the figure on screen – for
all any of them knew or cared, a simple avatar of the
Hex.
they didn’t have, recruit Time Lords they also didn’t have due
doing.
The Senate was insane. Senators who had likely never ever
All Kendo knew was she had to stop the Shobogan draft
from being signed in. There was one last chance – one last
made to reconsider.
syringe. If things went too bad, she could at least calm herself
down.
“Senator Kendo, you have the floor.”
sort of voice that had always done a bit more research than
you.
After all, there was no reason she couldn’t get on this War
Council, right? And from there, maybe she could start being
heard.
***
of many things, but this is only the second time I’ve been
accused of starting a war.”
on the north.”
“But you don’t seem particularly upset.”
dome, where the damage was little more than a speck against
the sky, the locals were indoors. Some had even shuttered
“You and your big book of heresies. Your Altrix. You must
“Oh, yes. There are annoying gaps. They seem to have been
then.”
cadre.”
“A rogue cadre taking on an entire planet?” Fasa chuckled.
“Fine. Not that. But count me as unsurprised if your
***
and made the most of each one. He had apparently never seen
combat, but was an esteemed historian and tactician. He
could tell anyone what had gone wrong in any historical battle
of it. Her expression of relief when she was sent to the big
table and not the front lines was almost distressing. No one
asked what it was she’d seen. But she clearly fancied never
inclined to disagree.”
“With all due respect, Council Chief, Commander Bez did
return and retake the physical and psychological
examinations.”
“Did she pass?”
The Vice-Chief’s lips twitched into an uncertain smile.
difficult to see, just from the image in front of him, why she
would have been considered unfit. But if everything was in
order – and knowing her – there would be no keeping her
down. And, he hated to admit it, but she would likely be one
of the few people mad enough to actually agree to the training
regimen they were considering.
“We’ll put her in charge of our top tier of new recruits.
They’ll need the firm hand.” He flipped to a new set of files.
“Now… the fun part. Picking from these.”
***
“Oh, Beylon, I’m so… I’m sorry.” She turned back toward the
wash pan, submerging the knife back in the dishwater.
“It’s all right. We’re all a little on edge right now. Mind if
I…?”
Savalia waved a hand. “It’s all right. Sit. Do you want
anything? Water? Tea? Juice?”
“No, no. I don’t need anything.” Beylon’s smile was tired, but
honest. Savalia wiped her hands on a nearby cloth, leaving
the dirty dishes behind. She was a bit put off by pulling a
knife on a neighbour.
“Counting the days ‘til the carts roll through, I expect.” He
looked over his shoulder out the window. “I’m not looking
under thousands. I’m glad she cares. But she’s not going to
accomplish anything alone. She never was.”
It was something Mordicai had noted on his visits: the
“Still.”
“Plus, you’d be closer to that boyfriend of yours, right?”
Savalia smiled. “That… would be nice. I guess.”
“You guess. No, it would be nice. Think about it. Look after
yourselves. Go get Nairo the help she needs. And go be with
your boyfriend. Nairo needs you, and if they come through
and start dragging people out, there won’t be many of us left
Savalia, if they come through for any reason, we’ll hide you.
Both of you.”
“But that’s… that’s dishonest.”
Savalia felt her hearts ease, but her muscles tense. “You
should be looking after your family.”
“We are. We’re hiding some, some are heading out to Red
Forge. We can’t abandon the village because they’ll just come
after us. But at the very least, we can take stock of who can’t
***
changes.”
Fasa watched as Kendo began laying out notes on her desk
as though preparing for a class presentation. It was
We both know that. You might as well appeal for suffrage for
their helmets.”
Kendo’s next exhale was slightly more of a shudder. There it
desk. “Lack… of… training, yes, there it is!” She grabbed one
sheet triumphantly. “The resources necessary to train
thousands of Shobogans – who are, by your own assertion…”
and fun to fight them, make them look like big villains, and
everyone will join up!”
“Miss Senator.” Fasa found in situations like this it was best
to choose a spot on the wall and fix his eyes there. “What you
have just described is a thing that already exists. It is called
‘propaganda’ and it is something that you and I are already
actively fighting.”
An awkward stutter escaped Kendo’s lips. “N-N-N…” She
shook her head. “No! No, this is different!”
“How so?”
“Because, well… the Shobogans aren’t bad and the Time
Lords are telling lies about them.”
attacked us…”
“I do believe, Kendo, you will need to give this a bit more
thought.”
Outside the closed door of Kendo’s office, there was the rush
of dozens of pairs of feet.
“Oh, they must be announcing who’s on the Council!”
beady eyes widened in mock surprise. “Oh, did you not get
anything?”
“I…” Kendo felt her hearts beating out of sync, a chill on the
back of her neck. She laughed them both off. “Hah. They
***
The poems were getting worse.
“Hm?”
“I mean… when you were younger, which one was she?”
Savalia shrugged. “She’s been sick for pretty much as long
as I can remember. They’re all her. And since her whole
timeline is accessible, I don’t even know which one was
‘current’.”
“So that’s why I came by. I’m going to be out of touch for a
while.” He nodded to the scroll tucked into Savalia’s belt. “We
can still write, though. I have a plan worked out, so we’ll be
able to find each other no matter where we go.”
***
He did, she learned only a day or two later – and it was just
his style. The machine that showed up at her door terrified
her (and most of the street) at first: a Biometrically Enabled
Security System, BESS for short, one of Gallifrey’s familiar
as she took one of his deliveries. “If it bothers you too much,
you can send him back a dead mouse or something.”
For a time, it was calm. Talk came in of “recruiters” coming
to towns closer to the Citadel: Keltara’s able-bodied were
carted off, then East and West Vantage. It happened too
quickly for them to keep ahead of the messages.
Then came the first run through Dotheia, and Beylon and
the others were as good as their word. A few of the
neighbours’ older sons and daughters were taken away, while
Savalia and Nairo hid in the rafters of Beylon’s house. The
cart moved on for parts unknown, and Dotheia was calm. If
***
of the deep jewel-toned War Council robes. She ran her hands
tentatively over the fabric.
“They’ve had a booster of lifers come in. A few
representatives not in elected office. Once they start
attending, it’ll be easier to sneak you into the crowd without
you being visible. You’ll still miss some information, but right
that be to turn a blind eye, just like they have with the cult.”
After Fasa had left with a spring in his step born out of his
admirable idealism, Kendo laid her head on the half
unwrapped robe. It smelled of fresh dye.
I just might be able to avert war.
***
This regeneration was a giggly one. Savalia had to calm her
mother with some sweet roots she kept handy just for this
very circumstance.
The recruiters were getting bolder. From what little she
could see and here, they were entering homes now. A few
younger and older than ideal recruits had been pulled to the
cart. Below her, Beylon and his daughter and granddaughter
voice was gruff, but oddly joyful, as though the job was a
treat. A voice outside queried him, and he answered. “Eh. Two
not so great, one that should be fine.”
“We hit quota with one more,” the other voice said,
approaching the door. “Grab ’er.”
***
The War had begun, but four stories were already spinning
into motion.
A Senator, wanting only to make things right.
A Dissenter, with his book of heresies and his head full of
plans.
A Poet, soon to be a Soldier.
And the Engineer who laughs in the face of terror.
The stories circle on their own, but they link and join as
they go, steering the early days of Gallifrey’s Great War.
PART II
Kendo’s War
The War Council
own circular scrawl. Clearly Past Kendo had felt a lot more
chipper and motivated than Present Kendo currently did.
She knocked her chest hard twice with a fist, once over each
heart. “If either of you feels like going, now would be a great
time.”
Kendo sat down, rubbing her ankle with one hand as she
worked the heavy package open with the other. Files. Papers.
There was something about him that made her feel as though
but there was something more behind that scarred face that
She was curious to see just how well he’d mimicked her
the top of her satchel, her head and hearts were high. Tor
Fasa believed in her. He made sure she was ready. She would
be ready.
She closed the door. Paused. Put a chair against it. Can’t be
too careful, after all. Pastry on a plate, the nice tea made and
in her favourite mug on her desk. Files laid out in piles and
columns that would make for optimum reading. Discs loaded
Hmm.
Kendo was deep into her reading when she reached the
fourth (or was it fifth?) mention of ‘DZ Training.’ But nothing
sabotaged. Had Tor Fasa simply let a page fall out of his
hand? Worse… had she let a page fall out of her bag?
The realisation assaulted the back of her neck like an ice
cube. Was there a page of confidential information riding the
A third knock.
“Come in.”
It was a page – a little girl. Kendo bit her lip. “Sorry I yelled.”
The page grinned, betraying a gap-tooth smile. “Mm. That
“Savalia.”
“Who-wha?”
Kendo shook her head. “Nothing, sorry. Just a moment.”
help for Mother, or for me so that I can help her. Awaiting your
response.
Kendo peered over the edge of the paper. The young page
much.”
The girl stuck out her hand for the note, accompanied by a
childish “Hmm?” of inquiry.
“Ah. No. I’ll keep it. Thank you.”
The page shrugged and skipped out of the room, pulling the
“Come.”
town.”
Tor Fasa gave the note a cursory glance. “Unit A-B? Not bad.
That’s the best you can do right off. Never took her for a
joiner, though.”
Can’t someone, I don’t know, put in for her that she has to go
home?”
his left eye. “The only thing a soldier goes home for is their
own funeral.”
do! She’s… she’s seeing your prodigy. Surely you care a little.
If Mordicai lost her this way, how much do you think he’d
“No, of course you can’t. But think on it. You’ll come up with
check in and see how you are.” He swept back toward the
door, then paused, his hand resting against it.
now… I’m sure anyone could slip things past her, the state
Kendo sank down in her chair as Tor Fasa took his leave.
people began trickling past her door, gripping files and scrolls
close to their chests.
It was time.
all. They were on the same side now. Nobody wanted war.
***
fat finger.
“Far southeast, sector Q-13,” he said, his voice surprisingly
and a park.”
Kendo jumped out of her seat. “You can’t–”
what?”
She shook her head. Took a breath. Found her voice. “The,
bleed from the north and it will happen again despite our best
the woman to the Chief’s right said wearily. She had a face
anyone would pay attention to. Kendo took mental notes –
afford to lose.”
“Large… scale…” Kendo furrowed her brow, riffling through
her papers.
this one. There was an orphanage in that one. But she didn’t
training and there was no need to talk at any length about it?
Kendo’s hearts eased a bit; it wouldn’t be hard to discuss at
all, in that case.
and if we could have the A units on the front line sooner, that
would be preferable.”
The Council Chief shook his head. “No. All units go through.
want?”
Two women behind Kendo snickered. “She’s so cute,” one of
them whispered to the other. “I just can’t be upset.”
***
“Then…”
“Oh, Kendo. You’re a smart young woman. Figure it out for
yourself.”
needed her there for a reason beyond her ‘big ideas’, and he
wasn’t about to hobble her right out of the gate.
In other words…
she was. Time to start getting Savalia out of harm’s way while
she could.
And at the same time…
She dropped her papers off in her office, locked the desk
drawers, drafted a mostly believable letter to Commander Bez
The streets were far more hushed than usual; Kendo had
failed to notice it that morning, given her elation at her new
job. With that freshly worn off and her hearts back in their
usual place, she could see how the locals clung to the
at just above eye level – she began to wonder just how broad
Tor Fasa’s friendships were.
She knocked. The window slammed open, showing what was
“Password, I said!”
“They… I… I wasn’t given a password,” Kendo choked out.
issue. But it’s a bit… er… complex.” She looked around at the
tables. There were at least two dozen distinct workstations,
each laden with tubes or machines or computers.
continuing to look around as she did so. “Did… did Tor Fasa
mention me at all?”
Sammo shook her head. “Oh, no. We don’t talk much these
days. I mean, we maintain a… what would you call it?”
“Professional acquaintanceship,” the nondescript woman
“Oh, that’s not a point against you. If he’s sent you to us,
there’s clearly a good reason. That’s one thing he’s quite good
at.” Sammo gestured to the couch at the back of the room.
went. None of it made any sort of sense to her. She sat on the
opposite side of the couch from the old man, tucking her
knees in. Gramps snored, snorted, shifted, and fell silent
again.
“A great mind in his time,” Sammo said thoughtfully as she
pulled up a chair. “Now he makes an excellent barometer. So,
what’s Tor Fasa shuffled you all the way out here for?”
Kendo clasped her hands between her knees. “Well. Well?
I’m… all right. Full disclosure. I’m a senator, and I’ve just
recently made my way onto the War Council.”
“Aha! I see.”
“You do?”
“I do.” Sammo hopped to her feet, pulling Kendo up to
standing by the hands. “You’re looking for something a little
“Thank you.”
“You’re in the market for a new look. Something quick,
something controlled, something that lets you get right back
to work. Nadi?”
The nondescript woman got up from her seat, a syringe of
something gold and glowing in one hand. “Single
what you’re looking for and you can be back in the council
room feeling like a new you in two hours.”
“N-No! No, it’s not for me!” Kendo waved her hands in front
of her face. “No, that’s not what I’m here for at all.”
Nadi’s shoulders drooped. She wrinkled her nose, shuffling
do, did he?” She gave the ghost of a shrug. “Probably trying to
drop a hint.”
“No, I… it’s for my aunt.”
Her favourite. Her choice. She could only move along her
timeline within that regeneration.”
Kendo brightened. “But that sounds perfect!”
The other three looked up briefly, eyes wide, then went back
to their respective distractions.
“Exactly. Miss Senator, there are a lot of rules we’re willing
work.
Kendo couldn’t even be bothered to be offended. “Then
there’s nothing you can do for her.”
interested?”
“Oh, I am. I really am. Believe me.” Kendo sighed. “Thank
you regardless.”
Kendo slipped out the back door, more discouraged than
ever. She’d barely been promoted, and all she’d managed to
do was confirm that her aunt was doomed, get Savalia moved
closer to the front line, and embarrass herself in front of
extremely qualified strangers.
Her hearts couldn’t even be bothered to sink.
Time Lords are for Sharing
bought right into it. The quickly scribbled note the page
brought up stated that if Savalia did well enough during the
behind a safe desk, giving out orders out of the line of fire,
before this whole mess was over. Which – fingers crossed –
meant Savalia could bring her mother to the Citadel for care.
It was progress. Speculative progress, but still progress. And
than Kendo herself had been alive. A strong chin, a nose that
a big day, after all. Wouldn’t want to hold things up to get you
caught up. Read up on your DZ Initiative?”
“Naturally.”
weren’t taking a typical call today. She began weaving her way
toward the front of the group, getting as close to the central
The Council Chief was the last in. But rather than his usual
the doors. Only then did the chief secure the one entrance.
“With all due respect, we’re not the ones playing it.” The
The Council Chief took his seat with far more solemnity
thought.
A few tense minutes passed, until finally the projector
No… not unrecognisable… more like… alien, yes that was it.
“Are those…” She spoke aloud before she could stop herself.
“Good morning, war kids!” Commander Bez’s gleefully
grinning face hove into view, filling the frame. She backed up
until she was fully visible, dressed neatly but clearly ready for
action. “Nice of you to join us today. Ready to see how a
“Right you are, ma’am.” Bez turned away, facing her unit,
which was flanked by a few intimidating figures who most
Gallifrey that can truly test a fighter for all they’re worth.”
She turned on her heel, her tiny face now in profile. Kendo
could see her excited, brutal grin.
ago called a Nebular Pain Train. Kendo just felt for the crook
of her elbow, moved the syringe, waited for the sickening little
pinch and flow that meant her hearts would calm before long.
smattering of heckling.
“Hey,” Zabel said with a wheezy laugh, “who wants to lay
bets on how long ’til Tor Fasa pokes his nose into this?”
The chemicals seemed to drain right out of Kendo’s veins
again.
spoken to. By the time she’d got her wits about her enough to
take in the mood of the room, all eyes were on her. The
Council Chief’s in particular seemed to be piercing through
her.
“… Senator?”
I can’t go now. Not when I’m in. Not when I’m so close to
“I’m only…”
Tor Fasa. His letter. No, ‘her’ letter. It was perfect.
with tense clarity. “I’m only wondering if there isn’t some way
to give the troops an advantage, sir.”
paying attention–”
on a door and run away. “We are, after all, dealing for the
most part with common Gallifreyans – people with limited
made. Someone drops, no matter how bad they are, they get
up again ready to fight.”
But there was none of it. The chief looked around, coughed
for good measure, and nodded. “All in favor of examining this
route?”
She smiled.
“It seems we’re all in agreement.” The chief turned his eyes
down. “I’m not sure what you mean by these figures, though.
20% muscle? 30% agility? Is this per phial or–”
“Oh, no no no.” Kendo put a hand over her mouth, finishing
her bite of biscuit. Gramps shifted slightly next to her,
afterwards.”
regeneration?”
“They… well… these are custom, right? You can just sort of
“A year!?”
“Unless you’ve got some sort of magic fix we don’t know
Kendo sighed. “Are you sure about the recovery time? The
Council didn’t seem concerned about it.”
Academy.”
Over at her desk, Nadi gasped. “Oh, no. That one was
her casually.
“Y-Yes. I am. That’s me.”
“He’ll have that ‘magic fix’ for you, I think.” Gramps tapped
his forehead, then rolled his head to the side and returned to
his nap.
***
be over sooner.”
“You’re very quick to answer. Was that really your thought
process?” Tor Fasa scratched his chin. “Or are you just quite
good at improvisation?”
“What?”
well. So you need help. You need to… what, make sure your
terrible idea doesn’t go terrible.”
Kendo bristled – with a layer of uncomfortable guilt just
under the surface. Something about his tone just made her
feel wrong. “I was told you might have a way to get around the
regeneration crises. The lab can’t handle that. They said it’s
drawers, taking out the little box and popping the lid off.
“Why, what are you…”
Kendo bit back a surprised expletive as she looked up. Tor
function I intend, and I do like the idea of using the gift only
on your best soldiers.”
“Thank you. I…” She shook the box, wincing at the little
thump that sounded from within. “I, er… should probably get
this to the lab while it’s still fresh.”
***
The box was delivered that night, and the next day there was
“Yes, yes, fine, fine.” She slipped one phial out of the case.
Kendo expected her to manhandle it awkwardly, but her
small, calloused hands were gentle. “And this was your idea,
Senator?”
“Yeah… yeah, it was, actually.”
Bez smirked up at Kendo, sliding the phial back into its
not sure how I feel about handing out TARDISes left and right
to anyone who knows how to write their name on a form.”
Bez snickered. “Too right. Well, these should change
of who’d have this sort of thing in his back pocket – and think
nothing of handing it around.”
“Ah…”
“Well, no matter. Needs must, and right now this may well
be one of our least radical initiatives. Though, that said… I
would be interested in what else these people can do.”
managed it.”
Kendo nodded silently.
“Shame about the DNA sample, though.”
***
Bez strode into the room, her boots clicking as she crossed
the polished floor. “There are a lot of things that can drive a
person mad in war, Senator. Losing a loved one. Losing a
quotes she’d formed. “It’s off. If this is what your ideas do,
there’s no way I’m letting you get your hands on my best
officer.”
Kendo laughed. “You think I don’t care about her?”
“No. I don’t. Frankly, I don’t think you care much for
anything but your status.”
Senator! You misled me, and you’ve ruined the lives of dozens
of good soldiers!”
“I…”
“And just in case that doesn’t register, Councillor, bear in
mind that this means some of your best soldiers have been
there were more words, but her mind had already unlatched
from the rest of her long before. When she heard the door
slam, she scrambled for her desk, for the phial, for the needle
full of calm.
She waited for her hearts to still, for the distorted light in
her peripheral vision to back away. And then… she thought.
***
It used to be that lying was what made the fear come. Not just
the terrible, frigid panic of being found out; the knowledge
that a lie was being told. Somehow, for some reason, it always
made her head spin and go light. On the rare occasions when
she bent the truth, even just to pretend she’d be too busy to
attend a loud party, she felt as though she was looking down
at herself, her mouth moving on its own, the words forming
without her.
When had it happened that her comfort was in lies?
She’d feared Commander Bez’s conversation with the
Council Chief – but apparently she’d decided that Kendo
should be the one to deliver that news. Her hearts dropped
when she heard the words:
bad news is, our initial trials with the single regenerations
have not gone as planned.”
There were a few smiles from familiar faces. She pressed on.
“While it is obvious now that non-Academy-trained soldiers
are not psychologically fit for the process, regardless of
failsafes taken, and the rejuvenation cannot be replicated in
“Chief, if I may.” Zabel raised his hand. “It has come to the
attention of some council members that Councillor Kendo’s
allegiances may be… how should I say this… compromised.”
Kendo held her breath.
“You mean you believe she’s a traitor?”
“Oh, not at all, sir. I do believe she does indeed have the
good of our planet at heart, and I doubt that she would ever
knowingly do anything to impede our cause.” Zabel locked
eyes with Kendo. “It’s a rumor, that’s all. A nasty little
rumour. That she has family in the trenches… and may be
pulling strings to protect them.”
There was a shift of fabric all around as every council
Kendo knew what was coming even before the words were
spoken. But she couldn’t stop them. She could only hold her
face as still as possible.
“I would recommend Major Savalia from Commander Bez’s
unit, sir. She’s shown herself to be quite capable from what I
hear.” Zabel folded his hands on the table, keeping Kendo
“I trust,” Zabel went on, his eyes now squarely on her again,
“you have no problem with this?”
Kendo puffed out a breath anxiously. “W-Why are you
asking me?” She gestured to the Council Chief, praying her
hand wasn’t shaking visibly as she did so. “It should be his
decision.”
uniform, healthy from hard work and better food than the
lower troops likely got. For better or for worse, her speedily
elevated rank had given her more and better things than her
life before ever had. Kendo had to fight back a smile.
“You look amazing, Sav. Never thought you’d make a soldier,
but here you are.”
“I’ve been trying to get in touch with you for ages.” Savalia
stormed across the room, seemingly not interested in a
reunion just yet. She slammed her gloved fists on Kendo’s
table. “They kept turning me away everywhere. I wrote letter
after letter–”
was potential for you to be a carrier, too. All they needed was
that genetic information. This loops you within one
regeneration. Die all you want, you pop back up. The same as
ever.”
“Kendo, that’s… immortality. In a needle. That’s not all
right.”
“But it’s for you! For your mother!”
“All I wanted was a way to look after her! All right?” Tears
were welling up in Savalia’s eyes. “That’s all. Not some miracle
drug. Why would I even want the War Council to have their
hands on some sort of…?”
Savalia’s face went slack with realisation.
“No.”
“Sav, look.”
“No. You are not shooting me up with that. Absolutely not.”
“Sav, it wasn’t my choice!”
“You could have said no!”
Kendo waved her hands in frustration. “And have the
“I wish I could say I don’t believe this. But you know…” She
shook her head. “It’s… it’s typical Time Lords, isn’t it? Once
you can regenerate, life is just so cheap to you.”
Kendo flinched internally at the jab. She opened her mouth
to retort. But before any words came out, her ears were
flooded with the sounds of sirens.
and judging by the noise, it was becoming even more war. She
jogged out of her office, her robes flapping around her,
somehow managing not to trip herself.
By the time she’d arrived at the steps of the Citadel, the
initial panic seemed to have calmed down. But only just.
The stairs were packed with guards. And at the foot of the
stairs… people. As far as she could see. And they were armed.
Part III
Tor Fasa’s TARDIS had seen more action that he would ever
the Doctor had invited him to run away with him all those
years ago, he shared his renegade friend’s belief that the Time
he himself was.
The Doctor viewed Fasa as a coward and a Time Lordist
for deciding that the best way to reform Gallifrey was to play
the long game and slowly influence the powers that be. But
expeditions.
Time had been running out for Tor Fasa. His softly softly
fan of his, who six years previous had been thrown out of the
“Are you sure this is what you want?” said Mordicai, joining
For once I’m in full agreement with the War Council,” Fasa
replied.
response in Fasa.
“Well he’s not here to make the call, is he?”
“Last chance to change your mind. What’s to stop you from
peace.”
“Negotiate? With the Daleks? Good luck with that one.”
“The Daleks can’t possibly win this war alone. Even they
need allies. We just have to identify the weakest link.”
“Well, you better be quick. I’ve heard the council is shipping
in Zechos to train the chancellery guard in the art of war.”
Mordicai.”
“This is the last one, unless you count the dummy training
model. So unless I qualify for the fast-track accreditation
Mordicai released the switch and the pair held their ears as
the contents of the TARDIS imploded.
And with that, the last fully functioning TARDIS on Gallifrey
***
In Tor Fasa’s mind Gallifrey was broken long before the first
shots had been fired in anger to trigger the start of the third
great Time War. Even within its prosperous cities, Gallifrey
and become Time Lords. Those that didn’t make the grade
either signed up to the so-called military or were employed in
a service industry. They were still made to feel like they
But the outliers, those who like Savalia and her mother lived
ensure that only trace memories were left in the hope that
but no, already it was clear to Tor Fasa that the conflict was
the peace, but even so, this latest development in the talks
that we have two new members in our midst. I would like you
As the visitors stood up, Tor Fasa was scratching his scar. He
only ever did that when he was nervous.
to leave.
“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Fasa continued. “The only
way out is to negotiate. That is after all why you are all here.”
“How in Gallifrey’s name did you get them here?” said Rosa,
Commissioner Mandre.”
strategic ally for the Daleks. Indeed it was the Percusians who
launched the first pre-emptive strike on Gallifrey. It was little
more than a gesture to demonstrate to the Daleks that they
had the capability to breach Gallifrey’s notorious defences,
Kasterborous.”
Given the origins of the attack, the Time Lords were in no
step too far, he’d kept this one part of his negotiating hand
“Who else have you been talking to behind our backs? Dalek
central command?” sneered Toban.
Daleks?”
Tor Fasa knew he was taking a big risk disclosing his
activities in the wastelands, but his captive audience had
little choice but to hear him out.
“So what exactly are you proposing?” said Rosa. “That we
fight some mythical creature? The Matrix has no records of a
“If we are to trust you we need a sign. Proof that the Time
Lords will not take up arms against us. Even if it means
letting the Daleks have their way for now,” said Mandre.
“For now?” said Toban with incredulity etched all over his
face. “Let the Daleks in and there’s no going back.”
and Gallifrey could be saved; ignore us, and your planet will
be destroyed.”
***
It had gone far better than expected. The Peace Council and
little more that Fasa could do other than wait at this stage. It
wasn’t that he lacked the skills to break into the secure arms
unit – in his younger days Fasa had become quite adept at
and other maintenance duties. For the rest of the year, even a
TARDIS was unable to access the vault due to the spatial
reflector wall, which meant that anything or anyone who
years.”
“It was found in an archaeological dig close to the Time
“This isn’t my doing – you better hide, oh, and take this too
– quickly. I’ll deal with whoever it is.”
Milo grabbed Fasa’s PDA, and the two Percusians
Although they had parted on sour terms when the Doctor first
stole the TARDIS, every now and again the Doctor would
check in on his old friend. The renegade kept a diary of his
adventures in time and space, which to Fasa seemed very out
must have been for his benefit, and it soon became the most
cited source in his alternative Altrix history. The Doctor would
“How’s the young lad getting on?” the Doctor said, sipping
his tea.
“Six months, Doctor. It was only six months ago and your
diary has doubled in size. You know what that means, don’t
you?”
Karn it is.”
“Goodness me – what a place to die!”
Fasa handed the Doctor’s diary back to him and joined him
for tea.
“This Mordicai, he’s a bit rough around the edges, petulant
and prone to acts of lunacy…”
“That’s my boy...”
“But he’ll do. His love of the outsider is stronger than most.”
“He’s good at the day job, though, eh?”
“He knows his way around a TARDIS for sure, but he lets
his imagination get the better of him. Always suggesting
upgrades and constantly tinkering. Chancellor Goral was not
***
Tor Fasa waited expectantly for his old friend the Doctor to
step out of the TARDIS.
the price of peace. He looks the spitting image of the one who
announced war against our people.”
“If it was, he was a voice from the future and the message
birth. Write the Percusians off at your peril. Now tell me, what
brings the Doctor here, and why in Gallifrey’s name are you
travelling with him? You were assigned to be General Hex’s
fixit man.”
“Yeah. I know. Thanks for that. I mean really, thanks. I
thought we were supposed to be friends. A word, that’s all it
needed to get me onto the fast-track program. But oh, no, you
ten expected to think and act like soldiers, and you’re sitting
comfortably in your castle trying to smooth talk the enemy?”
“As bad as that? Already?”
“Yes. Much worse. You want to see the Doctor. Be my guest.
It’s time your eyes were opened, too.”
it one bit when I tell you what the Time Lords have been
hiding from us all this time.”
***
For a race with the technology to travel across all of time and
space, it might have seemed surprising that even the more
adventurous of Time Lords had explored less than 5% of their
planet’s surface. The mountain regions were simply too
treacherous to negotiate and the vast Wastelands were no-go
areas. Even the air was considered defiled by some city-
above all else: The Death Zone. Until the Time War began, the
500 square mile stretch of land and sea had been locked in
time. No one could stray into the area accidentally and
nothing could get out of it: including its historical secrets.
But as unaccustomed to war as they were, the Time Lords
the help of various alien races who all had a vested interest in
bringing down the Time Lords. At its centre was the original
Citadel and the Palace of Rassilon. The current capitol was
modelled on the original, after the enemies of the Time Lords
had been trapped inside the time locked original.
Academy students in their final year were taught the ‘higher
how could anybody be sure that one was true over the other?
Various parts of the Death Zone were now a hive of activity;
a new kind of game had begun. Native five-horned
wilderbeasts on the plains, Yetis in the caves, Raston warrior
robots in the mountains and zombie eagles in the skies all
stood in for the Daleks as various attachments of trainee
charge were the new recruits who had been assigned to hunt
the easiest prey – the five-horned wilderbeast. Using advanced
perception filtering techniques, the soldiers would see the
familiar shape of a Dalek instead of the beast, which made for
some comical scenes such as Daleks feeding from the pools or
even engaging in mating rituals. Only after one had been shot
dead would the illusion be broken.
Hex watched over the plains from his viewing platform. He
liked it up there as it provided rare moments to be alone. It
was a short-lived blessing as the circular lift clicked into place
beside him. He raised his eyebrows and didn’t bother to turn
please them more than the thought of fresh meat being put to
the test.
“We’re pushing them through too quickly. We’ve already lost
enough at the Raston warrior stage. You were hired to get
them up to scratch, not to be gloating spectators in a blood
bath.”
“Better to discover who your best fighters are out here than
on the real battlefield. A few deaths along the way are
inevitable.”
“The Raston warrior robot is a far tougher opponent than
the Daleks. It’s like dressing up a lion as a lamb.”
“It’s a necessary test of reactions, guile and stealth. You will
Raston robot is a step too far. Let’s skip that stage, eh? We’re
not looking for perfection here. It’s a fine balance between
quantity and quality. We need as many fit and able fighters as
possible.”
***
“It must be the Doctor’s TARDIS. The others have all been
accounted for. You do realise that you’re putting all our lives
in danger. Even the Doctor wouldn’t be this foolhardy.”
Mordicai was delighted that he’d managed to fool Tor Fasa.
“So it is his,” said Fasa, stroking the console unit. “The old
girl’s barely recognisable. He has so much faith in you, young
Mordicai… sees a little bit of himself inside you, I shouldn’t
wonder, but letting you fly his TARDIS? Now that is an
extraordinary honour.”
Fasa was expecting Mordicai to be filled with a mix of pride
and jubilation. The boy had no idea just how highly his hero
rated him. Instead Mordicai looked devastated.
“Has something happened to the Doctor?”
“I am nothing like him,” Mordicai asserted.
“A touch of humility? I guess the war does have its uses,
after all.”
“If it’s peace and justice you want, surely this is where you
need to be, not negotiating with aliens. We have to put a stop
to this.”
“Much as it pains me to say it, Mordicai, if the War Council
is insisting on fighting, then at least these foreign weapons
down the hill, in the first hut on the left. All you have to do is
get her away from her council cronies.”
“You’ve landed the Doctor’s TARDIS in the middle of the
training encampment? Even the Doctor wouldn’t be that
reckless. Leave me here, and return the TARDIS to him at
once.”
the vortex, then the Time Lords will trap you inside it forever.”
“I wouldn’t be the first TARDIS thief, would I? Anyway, I’ve
no intention of leaving Gallifrey Present. I’ve going to design
my own weapons based on the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver.
Non-lethal, all of them, and all in the name of self-defence. I’m
going to sort out this mess. I’m going to travel the villages, tell
people to run, to hide, and give them the chance to save
themselves without being co-opted into the war. I’m the
Engineer now.”
He took off his engineer’s badge and handed it to Tor Fasa.
“I might not have been good enough to become a Time Lord
wrong, I’m going to the villages. It’s too late for Savalia. I’ve
already lost her. I’ll do this in her honour and memory.”
Tor Fasa for the first time was beginning to doubt his ability
to influence Kendo. Had the lure of power corrupted even her,
he wondered. He couldn’t fault Mordicai’s ambition, but he
Mordicai.
“If even the Doctor has fallen, then how can you be so sure?
You have my blessing, Mordicai, but it would be remiss of me
not to show you another way. Just in case.”
Rocks of Compassion and Betrayal
Zone. The boy was always full of questions – it was his most
endearing, yet at the same time most irritating, feature. En
Veering off the path and journeying deep into the Forest of
Wounds, Fasa took Mordicai to a rackety abandoned shed
to the shed, but every time he slit through the weeds they
***
a clear day, from certain vantage points inside the city dome
Gallifrey. The area had been sealed off with a spatial and
on from the original players, but for them the game was well
and truly still active. He was just about getting by until he
***
that he would forever have to lie about the ‘where was your
first regeneration’ icebreaker, but also relief that he might
But Fasa hadn’t got away with it after all. He was pretty
sure that his nose was the same, and running his fingers
robes of a bygone age was knelt over him. Her face seemed
kind… reassuring.
action.”
wound.
somewhat manically.
Fasa was now inside a giant open plan ward, stretching in
Gingerly, Fasa stepped off the bed and followed the Matron
collapsed time.
“So… You are one of our rare clients from the post-games
era,” said the Matron. “And there’s me thinking your
“But why are you here? I mean, a hospital seems quite out
of keeping with the spirit of the games. Is this some kind of
“The Death Zone is their place and time. And yours, too. You
can refuse treatment and return to the surface, or we can seal
be?”
The fact that the staff were from the distant past had given
Fasa a rare opportunity to be open about his concerns around
the official history, and this was sheer gold dust. He decided
that it was worth hanging around to see what else could be
the patients.
***
Gallifreyans scattered around the ward, but for the most part
they were outliers or those doing penance for their crimes.
“If it’s my armour you’re after, then no, you can’t have it.”
“You’re leaving the games?”
“I wasn’t part of the games in the first place. Now go away.
Nurse!”
“I knew this wasn’t your time! Tell me, who is the President
confused.
“No… goodness no. This isn’t my time, either. I’m from a
“The future?” mocked the soldier. “If you’ve got any sense,
you’ll go to Compassion.”
comparing notes.
“That’s cheating, you know,” he said. “Each combatant must
fight alone.”
reconsider.
views.
“How can you forget your fall from self-appointed architect
been quite a knock you took on your head when the sky came
crashing down.”
“I don’t understand.”
yourself.”
The elderly soldier led the young Fasa to the viewing portal
and placed his own hand on the scanner.
The Death Zone was much the same as it had been in Fasa’s
time, but the skies above told a different story. Gallifrey was
the sky trenches. Arcadia had already fallen and the rest of
by side for over a hundred years, and look where it’s got us,”
Lords. We should have all come here when we first got the
chance.”
“How did you find out about this place? In my time, the
Death Zone is sealed off. There are no records of a hospital
Gallifrey.
“It can’t end like this. I won’t let it,” declared Fasa.
The soldier smiled ruefully.
***
“Fasa… Fasa!”
Disorientated, the twelfth generation Tor Fasa woke up to
Mordicai’s calls.
Mordicai had forced his way on all fours through the ever-
Mordicai.
“Mordicai, for my whole life I’ve been trying to prevent the
Time War. I came to the Death Zone to save us from our past
and left it vowing to save us from the future. Inside that shed
I saw a vision of Gallifrey burning. One future among many, I
told myself, and I swore that it wouldn’t be mine. I fear I’m
out of time. Outliers joining the military? We’re getting
dangerously close to the end game.”
***
environment.”
“I’ll increase the security. I need you here. I still value your
advice.”
you.”
“Savalia will be taken care of. They all will.”
“And how is that supposed to happen? They’re dying before
they’ve even been deployed. It’s brutal. It’s unethical and it’s
completely unnecessary.”
“You told me to consider using our own gifts as Time Lords.
process.
Once a supporter of the institute, Fasa fell out with them
emotional level Fasa needed Kendo more than she did him.
Yes, her tacit support of the Peace Council had been
Kendo had placed her faith in the President and the council,
while Fasa had turned to the Percusians. Both knew that they
were taking massive risks in their new alliances and that they
“You are a sweet if deluded man, Tor Fasa. I will always hold
you in my affections, but running away to the hills when the
***
Very early on in his search for truth, Tor Fasa had discovered
and forgiveness.
Fasa, like the Doctor, suspected that the name had been
retconned into ancient history as part of the fictionalisation of
the Master’s bio in the Matrix during the events that led to
the creation of the databank’s Shadow. The very cave that
Fasa had made his new home was the birthplace of the
The side of the mountain facing the sea had been drastically
cut back due to a combination of intensive mining operations
from the past and temporal shifts from the future. Centuries
had many uses. Huge sections of the mountain had been cut
away, with the gaps appearing overnight after the outbreak of
War, suggesting that the metal must somehow play a future
nature was being co-opted into the war effort. Whatever the
reason, huge sections of mountain had been cut away, leaving
a cliff face Fasa could easily travel to from his new home by
“If only the universe was filled with velorium and velo-
sensitive lifeforms. War would be a completely alien concept.”
“Ironic, though, isn’t it? The most destructive Time Lord of
got a clue what most of it does,” said Toban. “Let’s hope the
Percusians are just as ignorant.”
At the cliff side, Mandre and Milo were waiting to greet
them, with their ship docked precariously half over the edge.
They inspected the contents of the wheelbarrows.
“The goods are genuine. The Omega stamp confirms that
Fasa was all set to push the barrow over the cliff, when Milo
stood in front of him, blocking his path.
Toban pulled out the nearest thing resembling a gun from
his barrow, but the velorium in the cliffside was clearly
affecting his ability to do anything with it.
“The price of peace,” said Mandre, laughing at Toban’s
***
Washed up on the red beach, the last thing Tor Fasa would
ever see through brown eyes was the Percusian ship leaving
Gallifreyan skies.
A Time Lord’s final regeneration was the most popular for
vanity incarnations. Even the wealthiest could only afford one
***
and important, but it was no job for idol hands. Whilst others
were busy planning major operations all across the universe,
Kendo had her work cut out dealing with issues closer to
home. She oversaw the construction of the sky trenches, the
training of the ground troops, the distribution of resources,
and the placement of refugees. Her appointment was an
Marlita.
“How is this possible? There hasn’t been a single assault on
Gallifrey Present, not since the opening salvo. We’ve been
monitoring the skies and apart from the usual Percusian
wasteland raiders, there’s been nothing to report.”
“Councillor, this can only be an inside job. A rogue General
friend had boasted about how he’d used the library as his
second office ever since he’d had the access key copied as a
boy.
“There are rumours that his Peace Council have been
courting favour with the Percusians,” said Marlita. “You don’t
think…”
***
The zero room effect of the velorium filled cave had aided
Fasa’s post-regeneration recovery immensely. However, he
was beginning to wish that the memories of recent events had
not come back. In his desperation to prevent the prophecy
he’d seen in the fixed time hospital all those years ago, he’d
inadvertently played a major hand in bringing it to fruition. It
was the very face he now bore that with the unknown
soldier’s help had seen the sky trenches fall out of the sky,
closely followed by celestial bodies that would surely rip the
heart out of Gallifrey. Only a weapon powerful enough to need
locking up in a vault could have had such a devastating
his finger inside it, feeling for the retracted blade that had
been fitted to match the exact location and shape of his scar.
As soon as he put the helmet on, it moulded itself around his
head to form a snug fit. He flinched in anticipation of pain
and pressed against its outer shell, forcing the blade to pierce
his skin. The worst pain was to come when he retracted the
device. He kept the helmet on to prevent blood loss whilst
hunting in the crate for a fast healing patch.
“Get up and turn around. Tor Fasa. You’re under arrest.”
The solider stormed into the cave with several others in tow.
“And take that ridiculous contraption off your head.”
makeshift bandage.
“You people are seriously messed up,” said Caelion.
Fasa came round to the sight of Caelion wiping off the blood
from the side of his face. “If the council are granting you
regenerations, then they could at least have trained you
council.”
“And Fasa?”
“Is me. Councillor Kendo will vouch for that. You can untie
me, you know. I will gladly go willingly. There is nothing left
for me here and I deserve whatever punishment the council
decide to inflict.”
said Fasa.
***
It wasn’t until they were in sight of the Citadel that the effects
of the velorium deposit had worn off sufficiently enough for
Caelion to question why he’d ordered his detachment to
“You did this to me, didn’t you? What was it, some kind of
Time Lord mind trick?” said Caelion, adjusting the focus of
his device.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Caelion. We Time
Lords may have spent centuries perfecting the art of time
“In the Death Zone? You’re as crazy as you look. It’ll take
decades to reach if the time displacements have spread south
of Arcadia. Maybe even centuries. You might be able to inject
us with a regeneration formula but you can’t make us Time
Lords. You freaks are the only people I know who can have
Citadel.
Fasa dusted himself down at the bottom of the crater as
laser bolts and sonic booms zipped across the gap above him.
Undeterred by the lights and the sounds of death and
destruction, Fasa continued to sing as he struggled to climb
***
The cloister bell tolled from the Citadel, but its sound was
distorted, bent by the impact of the Gravity Buster. The dome
was cracking. The Citadel itself had been breached, not by the
power of the Daleks, but by the Percusians firing one of the
Time Lords’ home grown weapons, unwittingly aided and
abetted by the outliers’ sonic assault and the Time Lords’
Savalia’s War
The New Recruit
collar, pulling her back to her seat on the floor of the cart.
Savalia mumbled an apology, scooting away so her back was
against the wall of the cart. She found herself wedged between
two men. One she recognised from town: youthful and
was a new face, likely from one of the places the recruiters
had stopped earlier. Not much younger than herself, scrawny
“That’s my…” She held her tongue. Pity was the last thing
she needed in this cart. “That’s my hope, anyway. She’s got
her chin on them. The cart stopped a few more places, picking
going to sit in the guard’s lap, it was decided they should all
cousin. I don’t remember much of it. Just that it was all very
You get inside the bubble and it’s all just smoke and smell
you’re likely to see are your own insides under the midday
suns.”
over them. Savalia tilted her head back to look. One large,
gate, the cart took a sharp left, following a dirt road around
the circumference of the bubble. The cart ground to a halt,
an arm over the side of the cart, leaning out as far as she
could to see what had caused the delay.
Another cart.
And another.
An endless line of carts, each as full of people as their own,
the space of a cart, then stop. Like a conveyor belt. The sun
beat down on the top of Savalia’s head, scorching the part in
her hair. She almost welcomed their turn at the end of the
line, if only to get some shade over her.
I… er… I think.”
Savalia took stock of their surroundings. It was cool and
Savalia felt a sharp strike against the back of her legs. She
yelped, releasing Caelion’s arm as she jumped, and he was
swept off in the crowds. She looked down. A petite woman –
were lining up inside it… for what, she wasn’t sure. But she
found she preferred the idea of standing in line for no reason
over another shout from the little uniformed girl.
“Behind the screen, shirt off.” The man at the front of the
line didn’t even make eye contact. Savalia stepped behind the
“O-Oh.” Savalia turned away from the woman, taking off her
top.
hip and giving her a gentle nudge to get them facing each
other. Savalia looked away, avoiding eye contact as the
“Don’t look much like someone who’s not seen combat,” the
“My sort?”
“Mm.” The woman stood up and began prodding Savalia’s
today, though. I thought they’d already picked off all the good
ones earlier.”
Savalia stuck out her left arm, and the woman fastened a
“Yes, her.”
know. Last week she was a big hulking brute of a man, could
strangle you with one finger. Has a double heart attack one
night, and… well, like you saw.” She withdrew the needle and
“Thanks…”
The wait after the line and medical examination was the
you’ll get there if you get there. So next up, A-B.” She pointed
down into the cart she was standing on. “In you get. You’re
crowd to the cart, pulling herself up over the low side. This
one had seats. Not fancy ones, but seats nonetheless. She sat
down, folding her hands in her hap. Commander Bez caught
her eye.
“Oh, fancy meeting you again. Learned to follow directions,
have we?”
Bez snorted, but she smiled a little. “Good. That’s all you
have to do.”
his paper, rubbing the inside of his left elbow. “Ha. A-B.
Who’d have thought?”
“Is that… good?” Savalia kept her voice low, trying not to
***
“Still no answer?”
Savalia stared into the depths of her message box. Empty,
save for a scrap of seal backing someone had dropped into it.
the two of them. When she didn’t return the smile, simply
sitting back down and ripping a chunk of hard bread off the
roll on her tray, his face fell.
“I have my reasons.”
“Scared?”
“No.” Savalia looked up severely. Then looked away. “I mean.
as herself.
could taste like nothing and still smell disgusting was beyond
behind her. He plunked down his tray a few feet to her right,
climbing over the long bench to sit down and tucking in with
all the energy of a child attacking his packed lunch.
“Is that so?” Savalia’s tone was clipped; more than she’d
else?”
here.”
The man shook his head and chuckled. Savalia wasn’t sure
“What?”
But Caelion had fallen silent, apparently fascinated with the
rock on his tray being passed off as bread.
The rest of the evening was the typical blur: hit people, get
hit by people, laugh it off. Get pulled up out of the dirt by
Caelion. The man in the coat was there, too; but he spent
most of his time shooting the life out of one unfortunate
dummy in a corner. Her fellow unit members would stare at
pass out right away, her brain tended to swim with nothing
worse than plans for getting in touch with Kendo. She'd be
composing her next letter in her head, and before she was two
know.
The thought was a glass arrow piercing the base of Savalia's
skull.
easier if she had something to do to get her mind off the whole
mess. Something to write. BESS still hadn’t found her yet.
Was there a reason? Were any ‘unofficial’ communications
being kept out? All she wanted was to hear what Mordicai had
to say. Probably a blast of frustration, seeing as she’d met his
last missive with critique. Why couldn’t she just say it was
fine? Just… deal with it? Like what little he could do and
appreciate it for what it was? For all she knew, she’d scared
him off.
way. She settled herself against the wall, licking the tip of her
pen thoughtfully. Maybe no words for Mordicai just yet. But it
had been a long time since she’d written just for her.
handing the pen to her and sitting next to her. “You all right?”
“Hah. Sure.” Savalia wiped the dirt from the tip of her pen.
“Just not expecting anyone else to be out this late.”
Poetry.”
“Ah, a poet-soldier. That’s romantic.”
“Well, I don’t often write for me anymore. Usually I just trade
“I don't understand.”
“Don't... don't worry about it.” He forced a smile. “So you
write back and forth, then?”
“Mm. It's the only way we've been able to keep up. While
he's at the Academy and I'm... well, when I was at home. I’m
for him.
“I... guess,” she said at last. “I’m not entirely sure how he’d
take it. He has… opinions.”
this.”
“Impressed… What do you know?” Savalia clutched the
paper tighter. “You don't know him. You barely know me.”
Caelion shrugged. “I know people. And if you have to lie to
someone who claims to care about you–”
***
Into another cart, off on another ride. No one had been told
where they were off to this time, and Commander Bez wasn’t
forthcoming with information. Well, not spoken information.
Her body language said plenty. She’d hopped up onto the cab
of the vehicle, balanced there like a wing-walker, peering into
the distance and giggling gleefully.
toward Savalia.
“You.”
“Commander?” Savalia wiped the disdain from her face, lest
how, sir.”
“Ha, there’s always one.” Bez punched Savalia in the arm; it
was surprisingly sharp coming from such a small fist. “You’ll
never guess what just came down from the War Council.”
She was right – no one ever could. First there were
commands to route any attacks to the local parks, and now
her feet. “We’ll take this up again later. Not a word to the
others, understand?”
Savalia offered a small, bewildered salute. “Understood, sir.”
a hand!”
“Yes, sir!” Savalia and another soldier rushed forward,
helping Bez pull the weighty cloth aside. It revealed, as
between themselves.
Savalia couldn’t help but feel bitter. Couldn’t help but
wonder if Kendo was amongst them. Safe. Not burning up in
this heat.
A firm chop landed in the middle of her forehead.
“Ow!”
“Are you listening, child?”
Savalia shouldered her gun, glaring at the deliverer of the
“Hmph.”
The man continued to talk. Range in meters, blast radius.
All things she didn’t know. She felt a prod at her shoulder.
“How can you talk to him that way?” It was Desda. The
woman who had helped her uncover the weapons rack. She
Desda’s eyes did the talking. There was only one ‘him’ who
didn’t need elaboration.
God.’”
Trading Places and Changing Faces
poured out her heart fearing she had driven him away.
***
electron.
greatness. And yet you started here? You should have been a
Double-A right off the top.”
“I… was told that new recruits can only start at A-B.”
“Sir?”
“You’re good, private. You’re very good, and you’re hiding it.
At a time when none of us should be hiding our gifts.” She
opened a box on the table, pulling out a rope of red candy and
had made sense since the carts had come to her village.
“Fairly good, sir. I’ve had to make several for my b… my friend
sleep rough with the others. It’ll make him feel all soldier-y.”
Bez gestured to the desk. “Make yourself at home, Corporal
Savalia.”
started.
***
war was in full flow just north of the complex, and the whole
place was shielded from the temporal distortions, save from
over.
Savalia decided that although this was almost certainly a
Savalia flinched barely awake and lifted her head from the
desk. A figure stood silhouetted in the moonlight shining
salute.
through the dark. “You should be getting dressed for the day’s
battle.”
you’ve got your nice new uniform and your nice new job.”
“You know, last I checked, we’re both still far away from
home fighting someone else’s war and five steps from dying.”
“Yes, me, too. Still me. I wasn’t elected President, I was just
popped up a rank.”
“Oh, right, right. That’s why you’ve been spending all your
after her? My family? You want to talk about ‘too good’, here I
“Sure.”
“Truth is, I’d never have said any of that if I ever thought he
was anything but good.”
“Yeah, well. Until I see him taking a taser to the chest, I’m
get somewhere?”
Savalia rolled her eyes; Caelion turned his face as far from
“What?”
All things considered, Savalia winced. “I… think this might
Ma’am.”
Bez craned her neck around, waiting for Caelion to be out of
Savalia spread the missive out flat, her eyes scanning the
words. “… single regenerations?” She looked up. “That can’t
“Sir, with all due respect, I worry about their ability to cope
so highly of you.”
“… Kendo?”
“Yeah. That whizz-kid I mentioned. She’s pretty green, but
regenerations? All her idea. Hey, maybe she’s eyeing you for
first crack at one.” Bez slid down off Savalia’s desk. “Get some
rest, Corporal. The first shipment comes in tomorrow, and
we’ll have to keep everyone from clawing each other’s eyes out
for a phial.”
Savalia couldn’t even focus enough to murmur a reply.
***
Caelion leaned back toward Savalia in the cart. “Maybe I’ll get
to try that whole regeneration thing today, eh?”
day. Figured you’d finally buckled and joined the cool kids.”
“No, that was… something else.” Not an injection, in
Savalia’s case, but a blood sample. What it was for, she didn’t
know. Bez had said something about a new initiative and part
of her latest promotion. But beyond that, nothing.
“Hey…” Savalia hunched over, elbows on her knees. “How
Savalia sighed into her hand as she rubbed her face. “No, I
just… no. It’s nothing.” It was, of course, many things. But
they all boiled down to one: asking Kendo what the hell was
going on. And since Tor Fasa seemed to have disappeared off
the face of Gallifrey, there was little hope of getting a message
through. Unless Bez decided to just go for broke and promote
***
“See if you can spot any hiding around the edges,” Bez
hissed. “Whatever you do, don't let anyone past the entryway
unless I signal.”
The five soldiers ran past her and covered the entrance. And
then...
Nothing happened.
“Was that it?” Savalia squinted toward the entrance. “Just
the mine? What were they doing, firing off a warning shot?”
“No... no, that can't be right. They must have rogues out
there. Or they're waiting for us to step out. No good them
trying to pile in here while we're taking up most of the space.”
we send out.”
“I mean, you know... not really?”
Bez and Savalia turned at the sound of the voice. Caelion
back a few hand signs and a shake of the head. They couldn't
see anyone. Bez sighed. “Right. So they just laid out a bunch
of mines hoping we'd storm out. Major, coordinate the
sweepers. I'll see if we can figure out where else they might be
trying to get in.”
Savalia hopped out of her cart and found the sweepers –
Maric and Jac, a pair of young twin brothers who were the
envy of most other units, but (fortunately) never saw much
work. Maric swept, Jac deactivated. Between them and with a
“Sure, just... get the heaviest stuff you can stand on. And
take a couple of the big lugs up front with you. We're almost
certain the enemy has looped around somewhere else, but I'd
rather be paranoid.”
Both twins grinned and saluted in unison. “Be as paranoid
away. This might sound odd to you, but... well, we were family
even if we weren't. Because we were all in the same dire
straits.”
you look after the rest. You're the only one who's not noticed
you have family here now.” Bez popped open a small flask,
drinking from it and letting out a sigh of satisfaction. She
offered it to Savalia.
“Thank you... I think.” Savalia took a drink. Sugary water
with a hint of fruit in it. She handed the flask back, trying not
about!”
“Oh, no...” Savalia jumped out of the cart and dashed
through the entryway. She could see the few deactivated
mines the twins had found; she knew she couldn't go any
farther than that safely. Everyone around her was engaged
enough that she could lie low, peering through legs and dust
“We're all right! Jac is a little dizzy, but that's all. We'll get
ourselves back.”
“But... but you're not–”
safety.
Savalia tried not to stare after them, but she was caught by
“I'm dead, Sav! They killed me! I'm dead and I don't know
where I went and... who is this!? Whose voice is this!? Savalia,
where did I go!?”
***
“I'm going to go have a word with the War Council.” Bez's
voice was unnaturally calm and dark. “Or, well, the lady who
thought this was such a great idea.”
“Say what?”
“You told me so.”
“But for now, I've a politician to yell at. I'm looking forward
to it.”
Once Bez had made her exist, Savalia went back to her
“So he's not gone off-world after all. Good. Keep on the trail.
I want to know exactly what we're pinning on him because,
Fortunately, Savalia had dealt with this every day of her life.
Literally. So looking after the regenerated soldiers was, rather
grimly, a bit of comforting normality after so long in the
***
Mother.
… I should have gone home.
PART V
Mordicai’s War
Hero No More
based subjects. The arts all bored him to tears, but one in
particular wound him up so much that he found it impossible
The Eye blinked one day and out she popped? The flowery
that the temporal schism created the Time Lords, either with
Time Lords included the removal of the age restriction and the
essential.
Mordicai joined the line, concerned about his mentor’s state
that was the reality now for everyone still on Gallifrey – not
that there would have been enough for one between six
Time Lord.
“Six years we’ve been slogging our guts off, and you couldn’t
even manage six months. If you pass this test… well, there’s
***
Mordicai bowed his head, still avoiding eye contact with the
schism.
be just great.”
Baron had had quite enough. He marched up to Mordicai
and pulled his head up by the hair.
***
“What’s this?”
“Your assignment. Not everyone gets to join the Academy,
but nobody leaves here without a job to do. You are to report
to General Hex first thing in the morning to serve Gallifrey as
his personal assistant and coat bearer.”
***
than attacking Tor Fasa, the real object of his anger. His
alone.
The only bit of available floor space should have been the
Running away to live out the rest of his days with Savalia in
the wasteland was a tempting proposition right now, but he
“Hi, Bessie. How long has it been since you visited the
Wastelands?”
Mordicai had recovered Bessie on one of his scavenger
“I can’t do, it Sav. I’ve tried, Gallifrey knows how hard I’ve
time. You’re right, love can’t be forced into a set of rules. But
nor can she break them. She exists outside of time and space
and there’s no way of controlling her. You’ve just invented
nobody who can possibly know more about being a rebel than
effect. His love for Savalia was messy and complicated. There
his studio flat on the opposite side of the city. His father had
always been distant, but he had a bond with his mother and
missed her terribly. Savalia’s closeness to her own mother,
to send a reply?”
words to Savalia.
***
software.
Hex looked on, unusually passive, impressed by Mordicai’s
nerve and skills.
“No. Leave this one with me. His skills might be better
employed elsewhere. That will be all.”
Alone with Mordicai, Hex changed tact.
toast,” he sneered.
“I was just trying to help,”
“Tor Fasa warned me about you. Give you a gun and within
***
are in much better shape up here. The higher up you go, the
more advanced the tech.”
Hex stood on the cockpit, arms spread wide as he took in
the atmosphere.
By contrast, Mordicai couldn’t stop coughing as he struggled
for breath.
though they were too far away, Mordicai could hear the death
chimes of the winds that infamously echoed around the
universe the Time Lords are using the present to fight it.”
On the second and final leg of their journey, Hex flew over
the wall of the Death Zone and took Mordicai on a whistle-
monitoring station.”
***
The first and the largest tent was situated at the perimeter of
“Home wrecker.”
“War bringer.”
“Murdering scum.”
The Zechos seemed to be encouraging this display of anger,
presumably hopeful of redirecting the venom onto the
before the uneasy quiet was broken. The tent was blasted
with disharmonious music, forcing Mordicai to squeeze his
ears in pain.
“What are you trying to do?” he said, spluttering and
catching his breath. “These people are supposed to be fighting
***
rock. “We have to go back in. You know that, don’t you?”
She looked about six years old. Her unkempt and knotted
curly locks of ginger and blonde hair hid a sweet yet burnt
She hopped off the rock, sat beside Mordicai and gently
grabbed his Omega engineer’s badge.
“Are you one of them? A Time Lord. This looks important.”
“I’ve heard of it. I had no idea the Time Lords were recruiting
outliers. I’m sorry.”
“We don’t call ourselves that,” she replied curtly. “To us, you
of Dotheia.”
“Dotheia is beautiful. We used to go there on holiday. It’s so
sad. What could these Daleks possibly want with Dotheia and
Red Forge? Some of us think it’s a trick… that this Time War
is a lie, and they are taking us here to punish us for the sins
of our fathers.”
“Why is it sad? Tell me? What’s happened to Dotheia?” said
Mordicai, scaring the girl with his sudden urgency.
“What’s to tell? It’s the same story everywhere. The villages
have been emptied. They came for our doctors and nurses,
then they came back for anyone who was fit enough to join
the L word had truly resonated. The mood he was in, he knew
exactly how to write the next lines of the chain poem. It was
such lousy timing, he thought, troubled by the
her pocket.
“I hope you find each other, Mister Engineer.”
***
Bessie wasn’t used to playing a game of chase with her target,
Death Zone.
Bessie didn’t exactly breeze her way through the guarded
***
Mordicai was about to point out the real reason for his
presence, when the tent echoed with the familiar sound of the
Doctor’s TARDIS materialising on the stage in front of the
large screen.
Mordicai stood open mouthed as an unfamiliar figure
shaking him.
The Zechos aimed their weapons at Mordicai, but the elfin
man called them to stand down.
“The Doctor is dead. They killed him. Nobody can save you
now, except yourselves. I’m sorry.”
his hero.
“Do you remember this? It belonged to an old friend of
yours. Fasa was keeping it safe until a rightful heir was
found. It was quite an honour when he gave it to me.
Apparently, I was the chosen one. You didn’t just give me a
job at the Academy, you gave me a calling… to be like you. I
hours. Are you sure you still want to make a live appearance?
I mean, a recorded message is fine. We could use this idiot as
part of the routine, it worked a treat – I’ve never seen them so
hyped up.”
“It’s important that I say the words to their faces. To run
and hide is the coward’s way. The more I see, the more I hate
***
Bessie was ill equipped to deal with the various species still at
large deeper in the Death Zone, but crossing the Plain of the
Wilderbeasts should have been simple enough. The nervous
creatures fled from the robot as she trundled through the red
fields, but as she made her way through the Vale of Damaged
Reputations, the drone came under heavy fire from the
at the target.
“Come on, Sav. Do as the commander says – you get the
final kill.”
***
Bessie was conflicted. She was under attack and yet her
intended message recipient was a member of the aggressive
party.
Adjusting the settings on her in built immobilisers, she fired
a warning laser blast towards the platoon, setting the field
***
“Shoot the rogue beast down now,” ordered Bez, joining in the
assault.
Bessie exploded, sending a blinding light into the night sky.
Caelion looked on horrified.
“You don’t think that one was a real Dalek, do you? What
if…”
“Do you think a real Dalek would go down quite so easily?”
laughed their resident Zecho coach.
Savalia stood up and threw her helmet to the ground
angrily.
***
While the Zechos prepared the propaganda tent for the next
“I hope you didn’t call him that,” replied Hex. “The last man
to make that mistake lost his tongue.”
“The Doctor’s no thug.”
“Not literally, you fool… though I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“General. There are children here. I want no part of this
madness.”
The allocations tent had almost been cleared, with the latest
station.
“Have you seen a Red Forge girl, about this high – ash blond
hair – Haiso?”
cast aside our differences and take out the Dalek scum.
Doctor’s orders, remember?”
over the hill. They were acting like people possessed. Mordicai
responsible.
***
Mordicai checked each of the bases, working with little care
Zecho hover-car sped off into the plains and headed towards
the lake.
trouble with you Time Lords, you don’t trust anybody except
yourselves.”
***
Haiso was not as fast as the other children and trailed behind
while the others cut through the grass to clear the path. She
was accused by some of pretending so that she didn’t have to
and with the path ahead neatly carved out for her, decided to
go and investigate. The Daleks could wait.
All except for the one that had skulked up beside her.
“Hello,” she said nervously raising her gun. This would be
her first kill, and though she felt more than ready and able
Are you lost?” she said, reaching out to touch the creature,
curious as to how it would feel.
She immediately pulled back her hand as the perception
filter flickered on and off, sending sharp waves of pain into
the back of her head. She had seen enough to notice that the
creature was wounded.
She poured some water from her hipflask into a makeshift
Hoping that the creature had been suitably tamed by her act
of kindness, she turned away to investigate the pieces of
metal that lay strewn across the area.
cylinder.
As she turned to head off with her newly found treasure, she
could have sworn she heard a muffled voice from under the
mud. She dug away at it as best she could, but the wet mud
was hard to remove, and disturbing the ground was making
the audio device slip further down. She tried to yank it out
with the cylinder, the longest item in her possession, and got
***
chest as her unit was evacuated by air from the Death Zone,
ready to engage in real conflict.
Perhaps Caelion was right: she was certainly more
Bess to her without adding the next line of the poem said it
all.
She had pushed her lover away, but maybe it was for the
best. If Mordicai found out she had joined the military, he’d
be livid. His protective streak was rather endearing, even if
misplaced. As an outlier, Savalia knew how to look after
***
“You’ve only just met her. Why care? Have you forgotten
who we are?”
think the Time Lords are going to treat you fairly? You’re
all? It might not be our war, but it’s happening on our soil.
Like the Doctor says, this could bring peace between our
peoples.”
“It’s not peace we need between us, but justice. And this
isn’t right.”
combinations.
“What in Gallifrey’s name is that thing?”
slow me down.”
gesture.
“Well, I never,” laughed Tiron. “Keep the sonic device on,
***
Lift eight was on the blink again. Trundling out with his
work coat thrown over his pyjamas, he took lift nine down to
floor 42, the location of the trapped lift. Mordicai was annoyed
to discover that the alarm raiser was stood outside the lift.
“Why didn’t you just take lift nine? There’s obviously nobody
inside.”
“I was curious to see how long it would take you to get here.
Knowing my luck, I’ll be the other side of that door one day,”
while you wait. I was stood inside that dingy flat of yours for
nearly two hours and it’s still not right. I suppose making it
toll like a cloister bell every two hours was your idea of a
little bit of your time, too? It’s been worth every second. Bye.”
“There’s no pleasing some people,” muttered Mordicai after
the inside, but then again nor had it been designed to look
like a gothic cathedral, or travel across time and space. A
man bathed in shadows was hammering furiously at a switch
on the hexagonal console of a TARDIS.
room space.”
“Who are you?” said Mordicai.
“Exactly,” replied the stranger, looking up at Mordicai and
the Doctor, by the way, and I’m here to book her in for a
service.”
***
As Mordicai recalled his life-changing encounter with the
“One trip? If only it was that simple. I’m not very good at
keeping such promises, and I think the TARDIS would love to
keep you. Besides, Gallifrey needs you. Who knows, one day
you might get your own TARDIS.”
“Have you ever heard of an Academy reject being given a
“Whatever the truth. Just make sure you get the last laugh,
eh? And remember, there’s more than one way to get a
TARDIS.”
***
Mordicai ought to have been on high alert crossing the plain,
but despite the urgency and danger of his quest, the sonic
pitched beat, and to his astonishment the herd parted like the
Red Sea to pass either side of him, leaving him in the centre
of a circle of uncrushed grass.
***
path that had been cut by the rest of the troop, and she soon
found herself hopelessly lost.
***
startle them.”
“It’s the fact that the trainees were taken unawares and too
stupid to safely respond to the situation that concerns me. It’s
“I’ve got all I need for the fight,” said Mordicai defiantly,
brandishing the sonic screwdriver.
“A sonic wave emitter? Well, that explains the stampede.”
you can fix things, when you’re the ones who break them in
the first place. The Daleks see this as your greatest weakness.
Forget the numbers, you need these outliers fighting for you
because the pride of your race will bring you down without
them.”
“At least my people have something to be proud of. Ever
“How can you treat the dead like cattle? What do you plan to
do with the bodies?”
“As per your leaders’ instructions they have been disposed
“Has the waste material been disposed of?” said the lead
Zecho, looking for a reaction in Mordicai.
The driver nodded.
“We found one alive on the way back. Wandering in the tall
grass. Well, go on – show your face, girl.”
To Mordicai’s obvious delight, Haiso’s head popped up from
“Just a few grazes, that’s all. What did I miss? I got a bit
lost,” said Haiso, clearly oblivious to the tragedy.
“You don’t want to know.”
want to be here.”
“Enough,” shouted the senior Zecho. “Have these battle-shy
time wasters thrown into the pit. They need to be
decommissioned at once.”
Mordicai brazenly approached the leader, getting a face full
on the sonic.
“You are trying to defeat me with a toy?” laughed the Zecho,
completely unaffected. He took the sonic, ready to snap it in
half with his bare hands.
On the transporter, Haiso made the most of this momentary
distraction. It was the perfect size, she thought, taking out
out of control.
“Why didn’t you go for the guns?” she shouted at Mordicai,
closing her eyes and unwittingly pressing hard on the brake
curled up in the driver’s seat, her hands over her eyes, ready
to accept her fate.
“I did, Haiso. I did.”
Mordicai climbed into the transporter and put an arm
around Haiso.
Tentatively, she opened her eyes. The Zechos lay comatose
caught it.
“You… killed them?”
“Not exactly. They killed themselves when they pulled their
***
the Death Zone shut down again. Let’s hope it’s not too late
for your brother.”
“The Pit of Rassilon? What is it?”
Once they were safely away from the Death Zone, Mordicai
piloted the transporter with more care. As they travelled
across the Gallifreyan landscape, he felt freer than he’d ever
been.
They stopped to gather and eat protein berries in the
picturesque valley of Karlisa.
Mordicai grabbed it and removed the top, not seeing the tiny
recorder chip in the bottom.
“The scroll – where is the scroll?”
“It was empty when I found it,” said Haiso. “You know what
it is?”
Mordicai hurried back to the transporter. Haiso struggled to
keep up.
“We’ve got to get to Dotheia now. I have to find out what
happened to Savalia.”
***
favourite cowl.
“She must have been there,” he said. “In the Death Zone. I
was hoping Bessie had got lost.”
An elderly neighbour walked in on them.
“Beylon,” said Mordicai, relieved to see a familiar face.
“Mordicai, it’s good to see you! We thought you were the
“They said they’d come back for more – even younger ones, so
Savalia’s mother and the other elders have taken my
granddaughter and all the children into hiding at Red Forge.”
Mordicai was about to ask Haiso if she’d met Narlo, but the
girl looked troubled and pulled Mordicai aside.
truth.
“Undoubtedly, but I haven’t time. I’ve got to return to the
Citadel at once.”
***
the likelihood that Hex would get wind of his attack on the
Zechos, made returning to the Citadel a reckless task. The
revelation that Savalia was possibly out there fighting on the
front line had shaken him out of the illusion that the Doctor
was commissioning him to be the Engineer. In any case, he
wasn’t at all cut out to serve a higher purpose. All he wanted
was love and security, and the dream of running away from it
all with Savalia would never go away unless he’d first tried to
make it happen. He suspected Haiso knew that he was
ditching his altruistic plans to rescue his lover. After all, why
else would she have brought him the cylinder just as he was
leaving? He’d told her instead she could keep it, but he
his fallen hero to find another way, hopefully leaving him free
to run away into the sunset with Savalia with his guilt
assuaged. Clutching the sonic screwdriver that had brought
death under his charge, he resolved to return the device to its
rightful owner.
Throwing caution to the wind, given how useless he’d be at
“I’ve come from the Death Zone. The Bandolier man will
vouch for me. He left this behind in the training tent.”
“Throw it over. I’ll see he gets it.”
“Can’t I come in for a bit? Been a long journey and I’m
famished.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Aw, come on… let me give it to him in person. I’ll make it
worth your while.”
“Do you think a bribe still works on Gallifrey?” said the
guard, signalling towards the raging, reality-twisting battle
ahead. “That’s the end of the world just around the corner,
your way.”
Mordicai fished through his pockets and produced a
scrunched-up paper bag, offering the guard its contents
through the bars of the gate.
“Try one. If you like it the whole bag is yours. If you don’t
want the rest, I’ll give it up as a lost cause. Promise.”
The guard shook his head. The boy was persistent at least,
his mind any thought about what else they might have
planned for Savalia and the other recruits. Rumours were rife
of hidden weapons arsenals and of secret scientific
laboratories where all kinds of crazy genetic, temporal and
spatial experiments were taking place.
Inside the sentry post Mordicai had much better luck with
thought.
Mordicai would have to forget subterfuge and adopt the
clumsy brashness his hero was famous for. The corridors
were at once empty and full. Ghosts of old battles and of wars
to come were walking alongside him, their voices echoing
through the walls. There were the odd moments of elation,
eardrums.
He realised that each soldier must be fighting across
countless time zones, despite only expending the energy
generated in one. At the epicentre an extermination beam
fired one hundred years in the past or the future could strike
After a couple more strikes, the door’s hinges flew off and
Mordicai fell on top of it into the guest room. The time
distortions inside the room were much more pronounced than
in the corridor. It was immediately obvious that this specific
area was a major target at some point in the War.
As they lifted the door back onto its frame, Mordicai was
amazed that despite being made of wood, somehow it was
deflecting the rays back into the corridor.
As soon as the entrance was sealed, the sensual
bombardment had completely stopped.
stabilisers?”
“Every room in the base is fitted with state-of-the-art
dimension inhibitors, but the energy required is enormous.
The ones in the corridor automatically cut off afterhours to
save power. When you smashed the door down you broke the
worried that the spurs on her jacket might mean she was
already too far gone. “Come with me, Sav.”
“Cut the paranoid crap, it doesn’t suit you. Anyway – come
with you where, exactly? In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in
the middle of a time war. Gallifrey needs me more than you
do.”
“We don’t have to fight to win this war. Not like this,
anyway.”
“You’ve been spending too much time with Fasa. Go back to
your ivory tower, Mordicai. But just you remember one thing:
the only reason you’ve still got a home to go to is because of
said Mordy, showing off the fact that he now had a working
sonic by shattering a glass of water. “Where is he, anyway? I
came to return this.”
Mordicai revelled in seeing the look of surprise on Savalia’s
face.
“This is his room, right? What’s up, Sav… a punctured ego
“Of course not. I saw what the Time Lords are doing in the
Death Zone. Like I said, this isn’t you.”
“But this is exactly who I am now, Mordy… the person I was
called to be. Serving Gallifrey matters more than a childish
poem, or a stupid infatuation.”
“Say what you want. You can’t hurt me, Savalia. I hated the
so much easier.”
The room was instantly plunged into darkness. Mordicai felt
a strong sensation of falling into empty space. He tried to
speak, but if he had succeeded, he couldn’t hear himself. The
only facts present to him were his memories, jumbled and yet
more vivid than ever. He wondered at first if Savalia had shot
and killed him: perhaps he was falling into the Pit of Rassilon.
Was his mind being reawakened as part of the revivification of
the ancient ruler? With reality itself absent, even a sceptic like
himself had nothing but myths left to fall back on.
Slowly, the world reformed around Mordicai and his senses
the Doctor as lost causes. With no other way in, he knew that
if he tried to get back to the guest room the outcome would be
the same. Savalia had indeed shot him, using the long-
outlawed Consequence Repeater. Originally invented as sleep
therapy, the dimension-shifting device could fix a bed to a
certain dream. In the right hands, a loving parent would use
needed to pay the old man a visit. But first there was
something else he had to do. It was time for Mordicai to
become the Engineer.
***
out of his head the thought that it had been used to move the
corpses of young outliers, probably even Narlo. He wasn’t
sorry to see the back of it; besides, he had a far better
alternative hopefully still waiting for him in the Prydonian
workshop at the Academy.
right under, she did. Made quite a splash. Couldn’t save the
rod, sadly,” said Mordicai, grateful that the guard have
provided him with a story. “Surprised to see you still here and
not with the military.”
“Someone has to do it, eh? Between you and me, I think the
War Council are making a grave mistake leaving the surface
defeat the Daleks. It’s the only way. You better watch out –
one of them might be taking your job soon.”
“Over my dead body,” replied the guard as Mordicai walked
away.
“More than likely,” Mordicai whispered to himself.
***
***
used to speak of… a way of seeing the world that had barely
understood until now. So many things were being reconciled
in his hyperactive mind, it was as if he was finally becoming
the person he was meant to be. If only Savalia could see him
now – he might just have earned her approval.
Fresh from his second adventure in the Death Zone, this time
plenty of other villages and towns that hadn’t yet been co-
opted into the War of the Time Lords. Using Savalia’s house
pigs as over the next few weeks Mordicai tested each new
invention. Although they were for the most part intricate and
well-conceived designs, they were impractical, overly
indefinitely.
“We need to create a weapon that would make a Dalek run
us all this time. There is one thing, one person the Daleks,
Doctor. She was running away, after all, and she’s laughing at
it.”
“That’s all very well, Mordicai, but how is this any different
from what you’ve already been trying to create with your
alternative weapons?”
“An army always marches to a single tune, everything fits
mania that even for Haiso had turned dark and disturbing.
“…the runners and the laughers must work together.”
“Mordicai, you need to calm down now,” said Beylon sternly.
Mordicai’s eyes looked possessed even after he had turned
deadly serious.
“We don’t just make the Daleks and the vortex run away
from us, we make them face each other and laugh. That’s how
this War will end. All it would take is the laugher of a single
Dalek.”
him that all the time. When he’s calmed down, he’ll regret
having been so hard on you. It’s not easy living in fear that
faith to believe that others can be saved, too, does that make
you more or less important, hmmm?”
***
Mordicai had bottled up his feelings for Savalia for far too
long. At first her fate was his motivation, but lately it had
console, sending the lid flying and the recorder chip rolling
with him.
“Mordy. Bessie is broken and I never got to listen to your
why you didn’t write the next line. I really do. And I’ll be
until I realised that I don’t need words, not a single one. I feel
your love for me every single minute of every single hour of
every single day. Even a Time War can’t take that away from
me. I’ll never forget what we had together. You know why?
Because you are still here. Still here inside me. Wherever this
war takes me, I’ll carry you in my heart. In fact, I’m having to
learn to think a lot more like you: every little detail matters
than her.
pitying impotence.
Uncomfortably, he had to instead trust his initial
how she saw him was where he needed to be. It was scary,
unsettling and perversely exciting.
***
At first Beylon had thought it was the Zechos coming back for
knock relentlessly.
“Come on, Mordicai. This isn’t the time for your self-
outliers.
“What are they are doing?” said Mordicai.
the fountain.
rage.
When she saw Mordicai with Beylon she aimed her anger at
him, and started thumping him in the chest.
Haiso’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, she was that
amazed by Mordicai’s egocentric assumption.
state.
“Beylon? What is it?” asked Mordicai, confused by the
disorientated.
“She’s come back home,” said Haiso. “Like the rest of them.”
“They know exactly where they belong, but not why. They
his first, and effectively only, encounter with his hero. And
then the answer came to him. The temporal schism – the
Doctor had speculated that it was a place where the initiates
saw themselves for who they were – past, present and future
coalescing to bring wholeness… or a mental breakdown.
Instead of marching into the battlefield to show the Time
Lords how to win the war, he would lead his new army to the
Citadel. He’d wanted an army of Doctors, but the wastelands
were being inundated with patients instead. Doctors or
the lucky ones would remember who they were and what the
Time Lords had done to them. It would lead to nothing short
of an outright rebellion, but the Time Lords, Kendo and Tor
***
Over the next few weeks, while Mordicai was busy printing
him, bringing the Red Forgers back on side. But breaking the
chameleon circuit had been a big mistake; and from then on,
Mordicai made sure that the TARDIS was always hidden as he
“But she was right to be wary about the Doctor. You don’t
need your TARDIS to look like his. What’s that all about? If
you’re going to do this, don’t do it in his name. Do it because
Savalia before. Not that she was ever openly hostile. Savalia
used to tease him about how her mother was forever
counselling her to go and find a nice young outlier to settle
down with. Savalia blamed it on the illness and told him not
to worry about it, but he knew she was trying to cover up for
her mother’s shame.
Nairo had left the Citadel in disgrace, but rather than blame
it on the malpractice and hubris of Time Lord science, she
took full personal responsibility for her condition. Mordicai
Time Lords.”
“All that matters is you were good enough for Savalia.”
Mordicai could barely keep eye contact, but looking away he
in a…”
Nairo turned her back to Mordicai, walked over to a chest of
“And the Red Forgers haven’t quite caught up, by the looks
of it,” said Mordicai dryly. “A god, maybe, but a devil? It’s
hard to credit. I mean, I’ve seen outliers share their tables
the living proof that Time Lord science will never end well.
That it will hurt even them. The time for keeping secrets has
“Fasa?”
Nairo laughed.
A month passed, and the time came for the outliers to make
their move. Around two thousand of them had congregated in
Savalia’s favourite ‘me-time’ place: the derelict open-air
assembled crowd.
“I’ve lost everyone,” she said.
Mordicai had no idea how to comfort her. But he did have a
I have to go now. Get ready for my big entrance. One final pep
talk before we set off. Go to her, Haiso.”
***
***
Mordicai was sat in the pit of the theatre, running his fingers
across some lines of poetry that Savalia had etched into the
wall. On their first date, she’d taken him to her secret place
and taught him the art of poetry. Above him, he could hear
the wall with the pin. The last stanza in the chain poem,
words that had come to him so unexpectedly on the day he
met Haiso in the Death Zone. Working backwards he
Mordicai climbed the pit and peered over the edge. The
TARDIS, still in the guise of the police box, had materialised
stage-centre. Beylon was trying to persuade the other leaders
on the spot.
“What are you doing, Doctor?” cried Mordicai, fearing the
worst.
The TARDIS began to spin on its axis, covering and freezing
the whole area with its light.
***
murder.”
“That’s ridiculous. Who would do such a thing?”
“Your lover. Mordicai the TARDIS engineer. He is a traitor to
your people.”
Savalia just laughed at the thought of it.
“Well, that’s ridiculous. A Gallifreyan and an outlier?
“Well, you’ve obviously been to his flat. Why didn’t you wait
there for him?”
“Even he wouldn’t be so stupid as to go home.”
“Look. If I could help you I would, but I’m pretty sure you’ve
got this all wrong. I hope you find him so that he can clear his
name. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve a war to fight, in case
you’d forgotten.”
“Take her,” ordered the Zecho to his colleagues.
Commander Bez intervened.
“What is the meaning of this? You have no authority to
interrogate one of my officers. I’d agreed to informal
questioning, no more. Release her at once.”
hand.”
“Yes Commander,” said Savalia, clutching the notes from
Mordicai. “Just give me a moment alone to gather my
thoughts, if I may.”
“Well, we won’t wait for you, so make it quick.”
“So you got my message, even if you still haven’t got the
hang of the poetry. I thought you’d given up on us. But what
have you done now, Mordicai, you silly, silly man? Got the
war, but not the fight?”
***
***
“We will get through this, love,” he said, as in tears the two
men embraced.
Haiso was overjoyed as all around her scenes of reunions
were taking place. She paid particular attention to the party
that was taking place in the people of Red Forge. She needed
***
that somehow the Daleks and Time Lords will destroy each
other and we will be spared, or we show them a better way.
The hero from your ancient legends has repented, giving you
back your identities and memories. And now, his TARDIS is
mine. Let us march into the Citadel, armed with your
weapons of peace and bring down the War Council. Gallifrey
belongs to us!”
One or two shouted back, until eventually all two thousand
were joining in the refrain and returning to the theatre.
“Gallifrey belongs to us! Gallifrey belongs to us!” they
shouted, raising their sonic screwdrivers.
***
flying low level just ahead of the party. He left the doors open
and continued to gee up the troops using the augmented
tannoy. For a man who found the right words so difficult to
come by, he was in remarkable form.
***
The plan had been working perfectly. Stealing the idea from
the Zechos’ Death Zone orientation tent, Mordicai had led his
army of sonic-wielding outliers to bombard the Citadel guards
with discordant sounds. The outliers shouted in triumph as
the guards’ shields shattered and they started to retreat.
“It can’t be,” he said. Straining his eyes he could just make
out the reopened scar.
“Fasa?”
He had no idea if Tor Fasa had heard him, because at this
precise moment the sky fell dark and the Gravity Buster sent
the sky trench crashing down into the crater. Mordicai passed
out as debris from the falling sky trench hit him head on.
***
She must have fallen into the pit thought Mordicai, killed by
the very people she’d come here to contact in the naïve belief
they would offer assistance.
Mordicai stood the chair upright again, ready to use it to
take the girl back to his TARDIS. But after scrambling
through the foliage to reach her, it was soon apparent that
Haiso’s injuries were fatal. Trapped under the trunk of the
over and over again, now his disembodied voice was talking
back at him.
that had been calling him. He strained his eyes doubly hard
was a Time Lord, no better and no worse than those who were
supporting the War Council, or those who had rebelled to
***
hit, she had coped with the pain through natural remedies,
distracting conversations with Haiso and her enforced
off the chains and shot out of the wheelchair, free-falling into
the belly of the crater. Following the impact, her body was
now oscillating between half a dozen different, incomplete
incarnations: six faces battling against each other for
mental force, would trigger a fatal heart attack. The only way
to calm down her warring neurons was to select a side and
or not Mordicai had beaten her to it. The chances were that in
the confusion (and bearing in mind the guards outside the
the blood that now covered the entire left-hand side of his
face.
“Kill me. Kill every face bar this one that you now see,” she
said with steely determination before changing again. “Don’t
be shy. Strangle me to death, not once but five times.”
his bare hands. Easier said than done, especially when one of
the faces was that of a young child.
“I’ll get you to a zero room, find fresh drugs. Just hold on…
please.”
Fasa closed his eyes and tightened his grip around her neck
as best he could.
“Come on, Fasa, you can do better that. There must be
me.”
The only person he could think of was himself right now.
***
her mother behind to join the war effort had been a wrench,
even though she had longed for such freedom. Being a carer
had practically defined Savalia’s life since she was a time tot;
so on top of the natural guilt and worry she felt over Nairo’s
a soldier, the poetry and the love she once cultivated with
longer moaning about her lot in life, she had grown to hate
herself instead. Savalia the soldier was perversely fulfilling the
same role as Savalia the poet: life itself had become the
escape room. Busying herself with training and military
planning kept in check the reflective side to her nature that
project, the plan was to get straight back to the war to where
her didn’t make Savalia feel any better. The anger rose within
her as the full horrors of the super soldier program sunk in. If
anyone should be the test subject, it should have been Kendo
herself – after all, she already had a thing for drugs and
needles.
There was little inside the sparse cell for Savalia to attack. A
bed with its mattress and pillow stapled to the floor and that
was it. She attempted to rip up the pillow, but every time the
tiniest of tears had formed, the self-repairing fabric resealed.
about ending her mother’s life. She was only six when her
Mother first sowed the idea into her head, and effectively gave
“If it all gets too much, for either one of us, you must be
brave, Savalia. Promise me that if resentment sets in, you will
end my life one night when I’m sleeping. I may break before
you... but I’d still have to ask you to do it for me. No one
Savalia never forgot the look her mother gave her – the
doubt in her eyes and the patronising smile that said, “One
day you’ll grow up. One day you’ll understand it’s the right
thing to do.” Her heart had broken at the thought that her
made her all the more committed to making her mother’s life
worth living, and every time resentment set in she would try
harder to make sure that she never saw that look in her
The first sign that something was wrong was the lights going
happening?”
The door remained stubbornly locked as Savalia banged
she had begun to suspect she had already been injected with
the serum and that this display of supernatural power was
Suddenly she was thrown off her feet. The bed was split in
two as the floor cracked all around her.
She tried to ram the door open with the broken bed, but still
it didn’t budge.
Right now, it would have been handy to have been the super
The floor completely gave way and, clinging to the bed, she
As dust and mortar rained down behind and before her, she
spotted an opening above her. She managed to wriggle her
way through it. It was a little easier to breathe now, and she
found a way to the surface by climbing across a collapsed
roof. Stood on top of the roof, the sight that greeted her was
debris hit them. Glass from the shattered dome was falling in
She had a stark choice – join the fight or run for safety.
She was still considering her options when the blue police
box spun inches over her head, and crash landed into the
side of the Panopticon.
“I should have known he’d be here,” she said. Mind made
***
“Oh, no, you don’t. There’s no way I’m running away into
the Matrix.”
“Who said anything about you running away? You are under
arrest. Your hands are sullied and the Matrix must remain
pure. This has Tor Fasa’s fingerprints all over it. Your
chance.”
“Like the regeneration ‘gift’? Because that turned out so
well, didn’t it? Come on, Kendo, let it go.”
“What else do we have? I see there’s no sign of your Zecho
friends… Come on, Hex, people are dying here. It’s worth a
try, surely?”
Hex grunted.
“It was a business opportunity for them, nothing more. They
were never contracted to fight on the frontline, and your
Daleks.”
“The Zechos may have exaggerated their credentials
“It would appear that help has arrived. The armies of the
north have joined us. Commander Bez will crush this pathetic
takeover attempt in next to no time.”
Bez? Running amok around the fallen Citadel? Kendo
shuddered to think what damage the trigger-happy
“Why?”
“To bring you to your senses. The regeneration program has
by the fact that Bez had kept the figures quiet until now.
“Couple of dozen. But we’re good. We’re very good, and my
boys and girls are going in now.”
obnoxious kid knew exactly how to push his buttons, and her
irreverence and unpredictability made her a nightmare to
work with.
“Well?” he said, quite prepared to move on to torture if
Kendo refused to hand over her cousin. He’d learnt from bitter
buildings to fall.
“Release me and I’ll bring her to you,” she said with little
conviction.
that convinced this will help, how about you become the
subject? It might be the only way to make up for your abject
failure.”
using her teeth, pulled up her left sleeve. “Now, about that
proposal of yours…”
***
non-critical level.
When the first one had passed, Fasa feared if it would have
been a pointless exercise, half-expecting this to trigger
clock that Fasa’s new face wasn’t quite so new after all.
“A blast from the past. So much for your crusade against
thing as the scar of the eternals. Only a Time Lord could fall
for such pompous nonsense. It’s not a badge of honour or a
mark of privilege, it’s a reminder to me of our race’s capacity
written with his own blood the word ‘guilty’ across his
forehead.
know the Percusians as well as I do, and the way I saw it they
would have made far better allies than the lizard people.
There still might be some hope. For all we know this could be
dome. The perceived power of the glass shield was such that
Commissioner Mandre feared that a direct assault might
backfire with some kind of hitherto unknown advanced
by death. Yes, innocent people have died, but look for the
bigger picture. Today, we finally rise out of the shadows of the
Time Lords. They underestimated us, and now look at them.”
“They even brought their children with them. What were
they thinking?” said Milo, spotting Haiso’s body.
***
off from all but your own. Even those who once belonged to
you.”
Fasa instinctively glanced at Nairo. It was hard to argue
with the logic.
“We will rebuild Gallifrey,” continued Mandre. “As a place for
all, not a civilisation built upon divisions. Percusians have no
you and your crackpot scientists made me, you silly old man!
I need to talk to this Mandre. You are right, none of this
makes sense. The Percusians don’t have a ruthless bone in
them.”
“Well, yes, it’s madness unless they are under some kind of
psychic influence. I mean, what use to them is a planet the
one.”
“It’s true. I saw the portal in the Death Zone, but what with
all the time displacements it would take centuries to reach.
I’ve seen the future, Nairo. I just didn’t believe it was our
reality. But you know what – only one soldier made it there
can I do? Come with me, Nairo. You can’t trust Mandre.”
Into the Panop con
pacifist, was the prime object of that ire. If the old man was in
the Citadel, Mordicai feared that he might not be able to stop
had all dreamt of the day when the walls that divided Gallifrey
down, but it was his fault for trusting them in the first place.
possible for them, but he could at least find out the truth
If Fasa hadn’t made it up, then the Rock was the best
chance they had of surviving, and all those frightened
Haiso dying out of his head. It was the only trigger for his
trust in him. Life should be left for the next generation if at all
possible, not another universe. He realised now why the
was space for the console room and quarters for a six-person
crew, but that was about it. He ought to tell them the truth.
“He’s opening the TARDIS doors!” shouted a boy from half
way up the wall. “He’s going to let us all in!”
***
his fall broken by the crowd, which had now doubled back
and were literally falling over each other to get to the
entrance. With those at the back unaware of the new
and done it. The man who had been swinging rather
precariously on the TARDIS door – not the great warrior she
had been expecting to see, but that silly, deluded boyfriend of
hero when she’d timelocked him out of the north base, but
clearly not. It was the most ridiculous time for a
reconciliation, but with passions heightened all around her,
appealing.
She had tried shouting up to him, but he hadn’t heard her.
Her urge had been to declare her undying love for him or to
repeat aloud the best line he’d come up with for their poem,
but instead all that came out was a half-judging, half-
Mordicai’s advice.
heading for the entrance. Those at the back, the ones who’d
been closest to the TARDIS, wouldn’t stand a chance. A time
shield was being lowered around the Panopticon, and soon its
men.
lives.
As all but the last of the crowd entered the Panopticon, a
TARDIS.
wall.
“What trickery is this?” said the assault team leader.
“Time Lord science at its best,” replied Savalia proudly.
her unit. She gunned down the leader and threw a weapon at
Savalia.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” said Bez, grinning
***
Fasa and the woman, was almost incandescent with rage after
“We’ve done our job, they no longer have mastery over us,”
Milo.
“Let’s just hope that we can take the Panopticon before they
arrive.”
***
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” shouted Bez.
Hex jumped, dropping the needle as he turned to face Bez
and her unit.
councillor?”
desperate measures.”
the needle.
“Your cousin saved the day again. Without the need for all
The way I see it, unless you’ve got any TARDISes hiding in
here, we’ve got ourselves well and truly trapped. Want me to
you return.”
***
“You can’t trust Hex, you know,” said Kendo as Bez escorted
that he’s a stickler for the rules,” replied Bez. “What were you
men.”
“Tor Fasa’s skin cells failed to achieve the desired effect.”
regret it. Bez. You don’t have to follow orders. Let me see
Savalia. Please. I want to make this right and I think I know
how.”
***
wearing it in the vain hope she might one day give it back to
either the engineer or her daughter.
“By my reckoning it has to be in this vicinity,” said Fasa,
undeterred. Using a discarded Zechonian gun, he continued
to blast through the wreckage, edging his way dimensionally
the cabinet had not prevented his PDA’s battery from running
dry. “Whatever is on this disc made Mandre change the
goalposts and break our agreement. We just need to get inside
distance.
Once they had reached the site, it became immediately
apparent just why the Percusians had retreated.
“With all this devastation around, there has to be a breach
in the shield somewhere,” said Fasa, trying not to look at the
bodies.
***
“And if we miss?”
“We’ll be partly frozen. Not a great way to die.”
“So unless we can magically jump through it, all we have to
“Oh, no,” said Nairo resolutely. “You can’t walk over the
bodies of the dead. Anyway, you’ll never be able to pile them
up high enough without them toppling down.”
his chest. She got up from the wheelchair to sit beside him.
“Nairo – if you think I’m going to start strangling more of
your faces... Please, no unnecessary exertions until we can
“All the more reason to get inside. Who knows what they are
planning next?”
***
seen him. They would have known about the Doctor of War
and perhaps believed that the rugged face had been replaced
by one kinder, one more in keeping with the Doctor of old. It
out of fear that the place would be booby trapped, but also
out of a weird sense of respect for tradition. Perhaps it was
the thought of Gallifrey dying, but something had made him
uncharacteristically attuned to such feelings.
If he had taken the risk in the first place, then most of the
crowd would have made it inside before the shield came
down. He’d watched on the scanner as they were trapped in
back as, along with all the others, the terminal he’d been
accessing was automatically sealed by a thick black
substance, as if ink was spurting out from inside the monitor
nostrils. He tried to run, but his feet were sticking the floor.
The black ink was now leaking out of every orifice in his body
and even the pores of his skin. The floor, the walls, the ceiling
were also being affected. The room and everything inside it
was being turned into one solid mass. The name of the Doctor
was shutting the Matrix down.
***
had now reached critical levels, and all brain activity had
ceased.
“It’s as if the Matrix has been switched off,” explained the
***
turned warrior after all. Her left leg was bleeding profusely
from a wound she had sustained in the battle with the
Percusians. The makeshift tourniquet was dripping wet and
it was one big adventure. With her one good hand, she
grabbed the nurse by her hair and dragged her to the edge of
the balcony. “I’ll have you know this is Captain Savalia. One
The terrified nurse shook her head, with a little bit of help
from Bez.
“Thanks,” said Savalia as the nurse patched her up.
point of it.
She stood beside Savalia, trying rather comically to leap up
to see over the balcony with her.
Savalia helped her up so that she was perched on the ledge
beside her, looking down at the Panopticon.
“We’ve got them. I know they don’t look like much right now.
But with a little bit of my magic, we can turn the softies into
the greatest army Gallifrey has ever known.”
Savalia didn’t rate Bez’s chances. The people were broken,
lost and afraid. No wonder the wastelanders had been used as
army recruits. The cosseted and insular Citidwellers would
“It’s not all plain sailing for them. They have their sick like
anyone. That guy over there, for instance, just brought his
friend in on a wheelchair.”
“I don’t believe it…”
This day was determined to prove that Savalia wasn’t
unshockable after all. She tried to convince herself she had
got it wrong – after all, it was crazy beyond words – but the
embroidered pattern on the soft back of the chair was
unmistakable even from a distance. She had spent months
working on it, and in the process of coming up with the poem
and sewing it on in a garish array of red, blue, pink and green
thread, she’d decided that her talents lay in writing rather
than arts and crafts. She didn’t recognise the slightly built
lady in the chair, but either this was her ever-face-changing
mother or somebody had acquired the chair from Dotheia.
“I’m sorry, Commander,” she said, leaving Bez dangling as
she ran for the stairs.
Bez cursed herself. She had become way too fond of the
***
***
Kendo was anxiously biding her time waiting for Bez to return
with Savalia. The Commander had given no indication that
she was prepared to defy Hex and help her, but the hope that
she had got through to Bez was all that Kendo had left to hold
sickening smell of death was the only clue that she herself
wasn’t dead, too. The space was a sign, perhaps, that the
whole institution of the Time Lords was built on falsehood.
The name “Rassilon” had been added to all kinds of useless
artefacts and buildings, but perhaps this one was the most
girl had cut her off every time until she’d stopped answering
altogether, sending instead a somewhat threatening voicemail
about what would happen if she mentioned her cousin’s name
again. Something involving rearranged body parts, a plunger
and a vacuum cleaner. So when the call came in, she was
understandably hesitant to pick up. But then again it could
***
***
“A what now?”
“Don’t ask. And thank you.”
It was Kendo’s turn to do the cutting off. It was a cowardly
way of asserting some authority, but she was worried about
accidentally giving the unpredictable Bez a reason to change
her mind.
***
“You need to come with me, both of you – and that foolish
boyfriend of yours,” said Bez, gesturing to the approaching
Fasa.
“That’s not my boyfriend. I’ve still not–”
“Don’t bother denying it, Savalia,” said Fasa, instantly
taking stock of the situation. “It’s not good when your future
***
Hex and the head of the chancellery guard were stood outside
the solidified Matrix hub flanked by several soldiers.
“Well, whoever it was is trapped inside until we reboot the
system. That’s some security system.”
“Shall I call the chief scientist up?”
the task, with his best men and women having been killed
instantly whilst still working on the sky trenches; and Bez’s
unorthodox methods were likely to be hit-and-miss compared
to the systematic approach of the Zechos. Hex knew he was
clutching at straws, but he had no intention of letting
Gallifrey fall without a fight.
***
“You do realise this would have been a lot easier if you hadn’t
blown one of the wheels,” complained Savalia as she pushed
now.”
Fasa knew exactly where they were going when Bez located
the hidden lift to the catacombs.
He turned to run. “It’s a trap!”
Bez grinned as she pointed her gun at his head.
***
Mordicai stirred. He was sure he’d opened his eyes, but it was
still pitch black. He had to touch his pupils to make sure he
was indeed awake. They felt squidgy but painless.
feelings.
He had been infected by some strange, alien goo and was on
the verge of being completely encased in the quick-setting
substance. He’d tried to move to the exit, but the door had
disappeared behind the mysterious substance. It was closing
if his feet, knees and hands were fusing with the floor. Every
time he coughed because of the fumes, more of the black stuff
was being projected out. His last memory before passing out
was of stretching out his hand towards the TARDIS… almost
in touching distance.
That’s where he was now, though he had no idea how he
***
Kendo was sitting on her hastily-constructed raft, inspecting
more waste materials. Besides the bodies, the place was
littered with broken gadgets, either floating about or buried at
the bottom of the sludge. The original function of most of
them escaped her. This place would be like a gold mine for
***
Fasa stepped onto the central walkway. It was worse than
even he had imagined.
“So you finally got your Time Lord status, Mordicai?” she
said.
“Sorry to disappoint,” replied Tor Fasa, removing his hood
and bandage.
“What’s he doing here?” she said accusingly to Savalia,
wisdom.”
“It was your idea to have Bez bring us to you,” said Savalia.
“So what were you planning?”
“Before an even bigger threat descends on Gallifrey, we need
to turn the hands of the Percusians. We need to know why
they are doing this, and somehow get through to them that
it’s an act of suicide, that it won’t just be us who are wiped off
the face of the universe.”
“That’s why I came back to the Panopticon,” said Fasa. “I
have something that might explain why Mandre turned
against us.”
“And I insisted on joining him,” added Nairo. “If anyone can
the Panopticon?”
“All I know is he was telling the people he knew a place of
safety, and that if they joined him inside he’d take them there.
Could have been a bluff, but he’s not usually that clever with
words,” said Savalia.
over, it’s really not worth it. Not now. Not ever. I have every
faith in Mordicai. If I can get him to you, give the boy a
chance.”
Reluctantly Kendo exchanged a needle and a spare phial of
the super soldier formula for the data disc.
sombre around the committee table – all except Bez, who was
sitting crossed-legged on top of it, annoying the others by
advisors.
abandoned.”
“We do no such thing,” said Hex. “Not until they play their
Bez, you need to ready your new army. You wanted fireworks,
you better make sure we’ve got the people to light them.”
take out every last one of them. We should strike them now.”
“Shut the girl up, Hex,” said one of the more senior
statesmen.
because they’ve used our own weapons against us. They are
completely out of their depth, shocked by the extent of the
preferential option.
Percusia and wipe its sorry people from the history books. It
will send a message to the tin pots – that we are not to be
messed with.”
***
and the others could make it count. Hex and Bez would be a
frightening double-act; a cold, calculating strategist and a
inside out with nothing but their thought waves: the ultimate
suicide bomber and a weapon a thousand times more deadly
that the whole of the Omega Arsenal put together. By taking it
have on his life expectancy wasn’t clear, but this was his final
life cycle in any case. The transformation took place within
through his mind did not help, either. Everything outside the
room changed accordingly, but even when he journeyed back
black obelisk.
He was about to revert to the three-dimensional world and
laugh. Any sound that existed in the room before its lockdown
Mordicai had indeed been here, but that somehow he was still
inside.
***
It wasn’t just Tor Fasa who could hear Mordicai’s laugh. Like
a virus inside the Matrix’s safe mode, the laugh echoed and
back up.
***
with the naked eye but accessible to Fasa who, in one of his
the console room. The lack of air would have killed him
eventually. Now that Fasa was part of the Matrix virus, his
ability to cross dimensions was such that the Matrix reboot
melted away.
He knelt over Mordicai and rested his head in his lap.
“Hold on just that little bit longer, my boy. We’ll soon have
***
mother go through?”
easy trying to change things from the inside. Look at Fasa: all
those year chipping away, and for what? I’ve made no more of
that she could steer the conversation away from the awkward
questions about her?
better sort it out, and quickly. The power has gone to Hex’s
head. He’s planning to blow Percusia out of the sky. The guy’s
You pretend it’s all a game to make the kill that much easier.
Think about it for just one second and it hurts. Oh, how it
hurts.”
Savalia saw a side to her commander she had never
had thought. She had forgotten that feeling of being loved and
persona.
“Why are you wasting your time talking to me? Keep looking.
Hex will be ready to strike sooner than you think. In fact, I’d
give him an hour at the most.”
Bez marched back to the lift and turned to them, one final
time. “At least you’ve found each other. It’s a happy ending of
sorts. I wouldn’t want to spoil it.”
Savalia couldn’t but notice how alone she looked.
***
surprised.
“Reverse the polarity of the…”
“You still see me as that meek and doddery old man? Trust
me, Mordicai, I can give you more than enough protection.”
***
formula.”
“It wasn’t a bad call to curry favour with the Percusians. I’d
have done the same,” replied Nairo. “When I met him outside
the city, he was a broken man, wrecked by the guilt at what
he’d done. This was his last desperate bid for freedom. There
it.
Kendo sensed her anxiety and held her cousins hand, their
***
another. But right bang in the centre of it all was his fear of
Savalia’s rejection, as if it was consuming all the others.
***
when breached, was not giving up its secrets lightly. But Fasa
could steal the core by imprinting Mordicai’s experiences into
his supercharged mind. Once the shadow had been
“Sorry I had to put you through it, but it’s all here now.
Right here inside my head,” he said, preparing the TARDIS for
dematerialisation.
distracted.
“I messed it up, didn’t I? Just like I did with her.”
Fasa smiled, pleased to know that the apprentice hadn’t
***
Moments before the TARDIS arrived Savalia, Kendo and Nairo
future?”
“No, but I can see what’s right in front of me,” replied Fasa,
nodding towards the three women.
Savalia pulled out from her arm pocket the chain poem and
the handful of paper scraps containing Mordicai’s attempts to
write the last lines.
***
of distress?”
“No, but…”
“Then we stick to the plan. Understood?”
The chief scientist knew that the power had gone to Hex’s
head.
“Are you sure the President agreed to this manoeuvre in the
first place?”
“What are you suggesting, Myled, that I’ve committed
treason by detaining the council against its will?”
“You have to see it from my perspective. It seems so out of
character for our president to have…”
your soldiers to keep watch over them. It’s time to fast track
our plans. I’m beginning to share your impatience,
Commander Bez. The sooner this is over with, the better.”
“You want us to attack the Percusians? I’m not sure we’re
anywhere near ready.”
“You’ve changed your tune. Cold feet, Bez? Not something I
***
Savalia could not believe what she was seeing. The Police Box
finishing it off for you. This should be about us. Not me.”
***
***
TARDIS dematerialising.
“Bez. This is becoming quite a habit,” said Kendo.
“Where are the others?”
Fasa stepped out of the mist, his hood lowered.
Bez immediately clocked the tell-tale scar and raised her
gun.
Fasa walked unflinchingly towards her.
“Commander Bez, there are no time for explanations. We
need to stop Hex. Are you with us?”
“It’s okay Bez, I trust him. And even if I didn’t, we need his
help. What’s Hex’s game plan?”
***
Obliterator.
“Commissioner Mandre. This is Hextible Helio, Acting
President of Gallifrey. This is your final warning. Stand down
and hand yourself over and you will be spared a death
sentence.”
The soldiers raised their guns, but the weapons had been
transformed into a rubbery substance.
One of the guns changed form like putty being moulded.
Slowly it grew into a human sized cocoon, out of which
stepped Tor Fasa.
“What is this abomination, Kendo, Bez?” said Hex.
“Just getting creative in the alternative dimensions, Hex.
Maybe now you will listen to your superior.”
Hex tried to make a run for it.
“Arrest him at once,” said Kendo mimicking Hex’s voice.
The soldiers seemed only too happy to change allegiance.
***
The TARDIS span through the vortex in a series of
interlocking circles as Savalia’s poetry was fed orally into the
navigation circuits.
“Faster, Savalia, faster,” said Mordicai, holding onto the
console as the ship cooked up a time storm. “Are you okay,
Nairo?”
Nairo was clinging for dear life onto one of the protruded
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“Of course,” said Fasa triumphantly. “How did I miss it? It’s
been staring at us in the face all this time.”
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identities unmistakable.
Frantically, Savalia woke Mordicai and her mother.
“We have to leave at once,” she shouted.
“We’ve only just arrived,” said Mordicai, quickly recovering
his bearings. “What’s wrong?”
“It was a trap. Fasa has sold us out to the Percusians.”
disc. Why didn’t you tell me? It’s ancient history. You know
I’m no fan of my own people, but we closed the games years
ago.”
“This planet belongs to us, Time Lord. You stole it from us;
we are only taking back what is rightfully ours.”
“By allying yourself with the Daleks? You really think you
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Time Lords. Why would your people want to live side by side
with us?”
“Our friends were trying to stop Hex from destroying your
moon. He doesn’t speak for Gallifrey any more than Mandre
speaks for you.”
The Percusians deliberated amongst themselves before
***
Bez was sharing the good news in the Panopticon while her
soldiers rounded up the weapons from the Omega Arsenal.
She knew that she would be returning to her post in the north
to continue the fight, and part of her was tempted to keep
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catacombs.”
“Fair enough,” said Hex.
As Mordicai pushed him forward, Hex leaned over, sending
him flying over his shoulders. With Mordicai disorientated,
Hex managed to burn off the rope ties around his hands
using the sonic screwdriver before running back to the rocket.
“It can’t be that difficult to undo,” he said frantically,
climbing the frame of the missile.
“Stop being a fool,” shouted Mordicai as the room filled with
hot steam. He ducked inside the lift as the missile was fired
into the Gallifreyan night sky with Hex still clinging on.
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planet might very well be yours for the taking. Let me go and
infiltrate them. I can pose as one of them and help to bring
Rassilon back from the dead. It will bring a civil war far
deadlier than that between the pacifists and the military or
the wastelanders and the Citidwellers.”
His masters conferred with their usual ear-splitting shrieks,
before authorising him to continue.
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the side of his ship, ripped off the burnt clothes and changed
into them.
Given that Time Lords could regenerate, he could make a
very convincing case for being Hex’s latest body. The Cult of
Rassilon would surely welcome a convert of such stature.
EPILOGUE: The Chronosmiths
She may have forever lost four people who were critical to its
survival, and she may well have undergone more revisionist
history, but at least the Time War did not end at its
beginning.
Mordicai, Savalia, Kendo and Tor Fasa had ensured that the
conflict would rumble on for at least another hundred years.
Haiso and Beylon, and it was here that Nairo was laid to rest.
She survived six months after the move to Percusia, and they
was ever called into action again, but for now it was the new
secret meeting place for him and Savalia – even though they
had no such need to hide away here.
Savalia still thought about her battalion. She felt guilty that
was ploughed back into her creative arts, with a little bit left
over for Mordicai. But the soldier that had grown up inside
her would never completely go away. Losing Mother was a
Fasa struggled the most out of the four. His powers needed
failed plan to change the face of Gallifrey for the better. A day
He did not expect his final incarnation to last long with the
But the first story to upload was of the soldier who let him
live.
ALTRIX fact number 6721. The Time Travelling Wastelander.
travelled 1002 years in the past after he had cut through the
weeds in the Forest of Wounds to enter the fixed point
fall, the traitor who had sold his people out to the Percusians
and their Dalek masters. From Fasa’s perspective, of course,
help to bring the man to his senses. Perhaps there was still a
chance that he wasn’t the last survivor, after all. The weeds
Fasa’s eyes and simply said. “Don’t let me be the only one.
There has to be another way.”
***
The first thing that struck Caelion about the Refugee moon
was that whoever had set it up had left it completely
unattended. It was entirely down to the new inhabitants to
take control both of societal life and personal health. About a
mile away from the Portal, a domed city offered hope on the
horizon. A winding pathway led to the dome. The route was
supplies, but after that their destiny was in their own hands.
Caelion looked at the stars for clues as to the location of the
moon. At first he couldn’t place a single constellation, but
looking most out of place. The stars had been mirrored, their
relative luminosity completely off and the gaps between them
He decided to wander off the path. For the last few years he’d
been used to being alone, and even if one day he grew to like
uninspiring name, was lush and fertile. The air was clean,
and the sound of birds singing and leaves rustling brought
tears to his eyes. The others would not feel this overwhelming
sense of awe, for their worlds would have been much the
same as this.
from his time had to know the truth if there was to be another
to the other dimension and then live out the rest of his life
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could the moon itself be mined, but so too could the entire
forgot their roots in the games, but their hostility towards the
information on the data disc that had been found buried near
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everyone else fall around him. That’s quite a story, and one
you, Mordy. He’s what you might call the forgotten hero.”
“Well, he may have come up with the poetry idea, but I was
the expert at applying it in the end.”
“Yes. Yes, you were. Not so bad after all. Anyway, that
reminds me, it’s your turn, I believe. Verse 72.”
far better than that now,” said Fasa, patting his PDA. “All this
knowledge in here, and up here. It makes a difference.”
“But we’re stuck out here, wasting time. You might as well
We’re not wasting time. We are reclaiming it. Making right the
Chronosmiths.”
“And the Percusians? Shouldn’t we start by telling them
hurt and there will be other Mandre types among them. That
“Have you not seen what he’s done to it? It’s nothing like a
TARDIS anymore.”
“It’s been reclaimed,” said Fasa. “Time Lords don’t own the
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she did it in the first place. She never struck me as the type to
be vain.”
“I can’t be certain about this, but I kind of think it was
because of me.”
“How so?”
“Getting pregnant, wanting to become the perfect mother.”
Newness of life.
Out here, nothing blocked the stars.
THE END
Savalia, Mordicai, Kendo and Tor Fasa will return in THE
CHRONOSMITH CHRONICLES
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