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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Nov 16, 2015 9:52:58 GMT
"This isn't your war, Tme Lord" "You made it my war when you attacked my friends" "We have no issues with you, even if you did craft he peace that cripples us" "Cripples? I stopped you all from bring killed. And you agreed to the peace" "Our leaders betrayed us. We are not free, we need to be free" "And you'll kill and destroy to do that? For freedom?" "Of course" "Ohh what a brave new world that has such people in it. You'll murder your kin, murder your neighbours, murre you family to win. Let me tell you this, no one wins when neighbours fight neighbours. Hoe could you? How can you measure victory in that war? When you "win?", will there be room for music? For laughter? WHAT. WILL. BE. LEFT!" "Us. The victors. All or nothing. Which button Doctor?" "All. Or. Nothing. The bleatings of the playground bully. Is that hat you are? A child lashing out in fear?" "I am not a child, Doctor." "no? Answer me this then, what will you do when someone else comes along, someone as full of vim and righteousness as you, in your ideal world. What do you do?" "We..." "Win. Yes yes yes. No answers, just empty polemic. You know what'll Happen if you go on thinking like thst? Death. And more death. Nothing changes. You have power, true power right here, right now. Not he power to destroy, any spoilt child can have that. But the power to effect a real change. To literally change the world. But not through fear, or hate. All fear and hate create are more fear and hate. You have a choice. You can make a choice. You can choose death, or you can choose life." "We gone too far to go back now" "GOOD! Then go forward. Make a future together. Or nothing at all alone"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2015 2:06:14 GMT
(The War Doctor stalks around the Moment, getting frustrated. He hears something outside, goes to look. He turns back and sees a short elfin girl, no older then 16 sitting coquettishly on the Moment) "Good god." "Not quite" "Not that face, anything other than her face" (he turns away) "Does the Doctor find this less threatening?' (an older voice asks. The War Doctor turns to see a silve haired gentleman sitting in a dignified manner on the Moment) "Ian?" "Is that who I am Doctor? I chose this face for a reason. Do you know what that reason is Doctor?" "Don't call me that. I haven't been that man for a long time" "Hence this face. I knew the Doctor when you were younger. Or was it older? I can never tell.." "You're so much older" "So are you. But only one of us is wiser." "Heh" "I was three the first time you thought that killing was the only option. Do you remember?" "This is different" "is it?" "Of course it is. That was a rash decision. This is different. All of time and space burn. Billions die and worse every second. Well, someone has to stop it" "No more" "What!?" "No More. Those words echo I your head louder than even Doctor. No More." "Stop" (the War Doctor hisses) "Two little syllables. No More. Doc Tor. II An. Mo Ment. Odd how it all comes down to two syllables. Life. Death. Two syllables. Are you ready to make it one syllable?" "I'm ready" "Are you sure? First Do No Harm. That's the oath they all swear. They swear it in your name, Doctor. Are you ready to at last do harm?" "I don't expect to survive. So is hardly going to be an issue" "Well then. That'll be your price. You get to live" "No...." "Yes. I wonder ...." "What?" "I wonder what you'll become after you make that single syllable, that single choice...." Absolutely chilling. Very well done. I'll post up my take on the Second Doctor in The Genesis of the Daleks from the old forums: ZOE: Doctor, what are you waiting for?! DOCTOR: I just have to touch these two strands together and the Daleks are finished. Have... Have I that right? JAMIE: To destroy the Daleks? You can't doubt it. DOCTOR: But I do, Jamie! I do! You see, some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds will become allies just because of their fear and hatred of the Daleks. ZOE: But it isn't like that! DOCTOR: But the final responsibility is mine, and mine alone. Listen, if someone who knew the future pointed out to you a child and told you... told you that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child? JAMIE: Zoe, I think-- ZOE: Oh, Jamie, shut up! Sorry... Doctor, we're talking about the Daleks, the most evil creatures ever invented. You must destroy them. You must complete your mission for the Time Lords. DOCTOR: But do I have the right?! Zoe, I simply touch one wire against the other and that's it. The Daleks will cease to exist. Hundreds of millions of people, thousands of generations can live without fear, in peace, and never even know the word "Dalek". ZOE: Then why wait? If it was a disease or some sort of bacteria you were destroying, you wouldn't hesitate. DOCTOR: But if I kill... If I wipe out a whole intelligent lifeform, then I become like them. Don't you see? I'd be no better than the Daleks! *THE DOCTOR tosses down the two wires, but ZOE snatches them up and holds them in front of his face*ZOE: Think of all the suffering they'll be if you don't do it! *The DOCTOR stares at the two wires and gently prises them from her hands, holding them mere centimetres apart once more.*~ I would have loved to have seen the Sixth Doctor, Peri and Turlough (following an alternate Planet of Fire) do a classic Hartnell historical like Marco Polo. It would have been fantastic to see all that Asiatic regalia in colour. Imagine if they'd done it as his debut story with him going through his post-regenerative troubles during their excursion to Lop. The troubles with the TARDIS systems could be linked to the symbiotic link between the ship and it's pilot, so the poor old thing is suffering from the unexpected aftereffects of spectrox toxaemia. Since the 80s had such a fondness for melting things, you could have the Doctor rush in to inspect the console at one point, only for his hand to come away sticky and a visual effect distorting the time rotor. Later on in the story, Peri decides to follow Tegana out into the desert with Ping-Cho and gets caught out in the sandstorm, having become fed up with the Doctor's ungrateful and erratic behaviour. That gives them two or three episodes to normalise his behaviour and the rest of the story can continue with his fully formed personality. Ooh, or hey in The Seeds of Doom. I would have loved to see the same kind of intensity about the Krynoid transferred to Colin and the sheer jeopardy someone like Graeme Harper would have been able to achieve as Chase tries to pull him into the composting grinder. I can totally see the Sixth Doctor bursting through the skylight above where Peri's about to be stung by the seed pod and punching out Scorby. Or The Seeds of Death. Eric Saward would probably have loved Fewsham and the unabashed body count the story lays down with the personnel aboard moonbase, in T-Mat Control and the weather control station. It's difficult to see Commander Radnor, Miss Kelly or even Professor Eldred making it out of the story alive though. The ventilation system in T-Mat Control would probably have been overwhelmed by the fungus and killed everyone inside as it flooded in. Given a little bit of care, it would also have been nice to see Turlough in his element with the alien technology, maybe even being the one who suggests going to the weather control station because he suspects he knows how to repair the damage. The return of the Ice Warriors would have been right up JNT's alley and condensed down to four parts it would've made a cracking little adventure.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 13, 2015 5:22:23 GMT
Heaven Sent with The Second Doctor mourning a dead Jamie. Just imagine the sad clown. ("I'm going to be rather clever and get us out of this, Jamie!")
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Dec 13, 2015 5:53:08 GMT
The Man in the Bandolier stalked around the basement, Professor Jansen still unable to shake her gut reaction towards the nameless man in the bandolier, it was the same feeling she got when she met Oppenheimer, as if there was a weight of death about the man. The fact he had engineered the destruction of the Daleks infesting the school with such callous disregard and then without hesitation created something new out of the debris, cobbling together human and alien technology quickly and efficiently did nothing to lesson that feeling. The equipment beeped once. "Ahhh," the old man said. His body language changing again, his shoulders set, "you know who I am," he said to the camera. A shape began to coallece on the screen, a mushroom dome, the colour of the Daleks they had destroyed only a few hours previously. "Time Lord" the voice, on the edge between Dalek and something more, or perhaps less than human. "Yes, yes yes," the man said, his voice coarse. "Doctor..." The voice said. The Man, the Doctor's eyes widened. The dome began to open to reveal a wezened human form, supported by electronics and bubbling life support equipment. The Doctor's voice dripped with venom "Davros". "So it comes to this, you on that pathetic little planet. And me, with my children above you. You, defenceless. Me...." "With what? All the power? An army. Is that all you've got? One army. If you'd known I was here you'd have brought more" Rachel 's blood ran cold, this Doctor was utterly honest, there was no bravado, no bragging in his comment. He genuinely felt that an army of those Daleks were nothing. He was utterly sure of himself, and that was what scared her. "So what are you after than? Ahhh, the Hand of Omega..." The Doctor said, he now looked worried. "Doc-Tor. For all your braggadocio, you now begin to fear." "The Hand of Omega isn't what you think it is. It's not a weapon" he was almost pleading. "Your pathetic cowardly rabble of Time Lords thought they could hide the Hand of Omega from us on this backwards world, thinking its shared history with us would keep it out of our hand" "Hands?" The Doctor said mockingly. It was as clear an insult as she had heard, but Davros merely cackled wildly. "So you are left with your last weapon Doc-Tor. Words. Truly your weakness is exposed" "Ohh yes. Utterly weak. After all, you have the Hand of Omega" the Doctor said, his voice even and his gaze steady. "Yes. And now, we have it, we have the location of Gallifrey. Imagine what happens next...." Davros wheezed another laugh. "The Hand will ignore relative temporal dimensions, and strike Gallifrey's sun now in the 1960s. Before the War....." The Dcotor was appalled. "Indeed. Imagine that. No Gallifry, no war. ULTIMATE VICTORY TO THE DALEKS! WE SHALL HAVE TOTAL ...." "Power. Crush the lesser race. Dominate this. Conquer that. Unlimited rich pudding for all!" The Doctor mocked. "ACTIVATE THE HAND OF OMEGA!!" Davros cried. The Doctor was utterly still.
In high orbit, the mile long mass of the Dalek cruiser opened a small hatch. It was almost insignificant. A small light shot out of the ship and accelerated off at super-luminal velocities. Aboard the ship a running commentary began between three Daleks and Davros. They informed him of the speed of the Hand. The fact it was following its programmed course. Alarms began to ring. Daleks, beings who felt no fear began to panic. The Hand of Omega was on course. It was following its program. But not the Daleks' program. It was an older one. One programmed by by a far more cynical hand. The Doctor.
"DOC-TOR!" Davros cried. Whatever panic the Daleks were feeling, Davros was feeling a hundred fold. The Man in the Bandolier looked coldly at Davros "I am not the Doctor," he cut the connection. "What happened?" Rachel eventually worked up the confidence to ask. "The Hand of Omega isn't a weapon. It's a device for manipulating stellar masses. In effect, it can make or repair Suns." Rachel's eyes widened, both with amazement and fear. Amazement at the scope of the technology and fear that it was on Earth, seemingly left there by the man in front of her as a trap. "The Daleks programmed it, or rather though they programmed it, to attack the sun of their enemies on Gallifrey. I had programmed it first to target Skaro's sun, the Dalek Home-world is now ash." The man in the Bandolier sighed "another tool of science turned to lethal ends in this damnable war" "And Davros? Won't he seek reprisals against Earth?" "Davros has ceased to exist because the Hand destroyed Skaro years before they developed space flight." The Man in the Bandolier walked up the stairs and out of the cellar in Coal Hill School. He ignored the ghosts nipping at his heels as readily as he ignored his conscience. He approached his TARDIS, sitting not a few hundred metres away from where it all began for him, hours ago for the world, nearly a thousand years ago for him. He looked up at the sky, where the Dalek cruiser now never existed to hold orbit. "Your move," he said to the empty space.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Dec 14, 2015 15:22:50 GMT
The Man in the Bandolier stalked around the basement, Professor Jansen still unable to shake her gut reaction towards the nameless man in the bandolier, it was the same feeling she got when she met Oppenheimer, as if there was a weight of death about the man. The fact he had engineered the destruction of the Daleks infesting the school with such callous disregard and then without hesitation created something new out of the debris, cobbling together human and alien technology quickly and efficiently did nothing to lesson that feeling. The equipment beeped once. "Ahhh," the old man said. His body language changing again, his shoulders set, "you know who I am," he said to the camera. A shape began to coallece on the screen, a mushroom dome, the colour of the Daleks they had destroyed only a few hours previously. "Time Lord" the voice, on the edge between Dalek and something more, or perhaps less than human. "Yes, yes yes," the man said, his voice coarse. "Doctor..." The voice said. The Man, the Doctor's eyes widened. The dome began to open to reveal a wezened human form, supported by electronics and bubbling life support equipment. The Doctor's voice dripped with venom "Davros". "So it comes to this, you on that pathetic little planet. And me, with my children above you. You, defenceless. Me...." "With what? All the power? An army. Is that all you've got? One army. If you'd known I was here you'd have brought more" Rachel 's blood ran cold, this Doctor was utterly honest, there was no bravado, no bragging in his comment. He genuinely felt that an army of those Daleks were nothing. He was utterly sure of himself, and that was what scared her. "So what are you after than? Ahhh, the Hand of Omega..." The Doctor said, he now looked worried. "Doc-Tor. For all your braggadocio, you now begin to fear." "The Hand of Omega isn't what you think it is. It's not a weapon" he was almost pleading. "Your pathetic cowardly rabble of Time Lords thought they could hide the Hand of Omega from us on this backwards world, thinking its shared history with us would keep it out of our hand" "Hands?" The Doctor said mockingly. It was as clear an insult as she had heard, but Davros merely cackled wildly. "So you are left with your last weapon Doc-Tor. Words. Truly your weakness is exposed" "Ohh yes. Utterly weak. After all, you have the Hand of Omega" the Doctor said, his voice even and his gaze steady. "Yes. And now, we have it, we have the location of Gallifrey. Imagine what happens next...." Davros wheezed another laugh. "The Hand will ignore relative temporal dimensions, and strike Gallifrey's sun now in the 1960s. Before the War....." The Dcotor was appalled. "Indeed. Imagine that. No Gallifry, no war. ULTIMATE VICTORY TO THE DALEKS! WE SHALL HAVE TOTAL ...." "Power. Crush the lesser race. Dominate this. Conquer that. Unlimited rich pudding for all!" The Doctor mocked. "ACTIVATE THE HAND OF OMEGA!!" Davros cried. The Doctor was utterly still. In high orbit, the mile long mass of the Dalek cruiser opened a small hatch. It was almost insignificant. A small light shot out of the ship and accelerated off at super-luminal velocities. Aboard the ship a running commentary began between three Daleks and Davros. They informed him of the speed of the Hand. The fact it was following its programmed course. Alarms began to ring. Daleks, beings who felt no fear began to panic. The Hand of Omega was on course. It was following its program. But not the Daleks' program. It was an older one. One programmed by by a far more cynical hand. The Doctor. "DOC-TOR!" Davros cried. Whatever panic the Daleks were feeling, Davros was feeling a hundred fold. The Man in the Bandolier looked coldly at Davros "I am not the Doctor," he cut the connection. "What happened?" Rachel eventually worked up the confidence to ask. "The Hand of Omega isn't a weapon. It's a device for manipulating stellar masses. In effect, it can make or repair Suns." Rachel's eyes widened, both with amazement and fear. Amazement at the scope of the technology and fear that it was on Earth, seemingly left there by the man in front of her as a trap. "The Daleks programmed it, or rather though they programmed it, to attack the sun of their enemies on Gallifrey. I had programmed it first to target Skaro's sun, the Dalek Home-world is now ash." The man in the Bandolier sighed "another tool of science turned to lethal ends in this damnable war" "And Davros? Won't he seek reprisals against Earth?" "Davros has ceased to exist because the Hand destroyed Skaro years before they developed space flight." The Man in the Bandolier walked up the stairs and out of the cellar in Coal Hill School. He ignored the ghosts nipping at his heels as readily as he ignored his conscience. He approached his TARDIS, sitting not a few hundred metres away from where it all began for him, hours ago for the world, nearly a thousand years ago for him. He looked up at the sky, where the Dalek cruiser now never existed to hold orbit. "Your move," he said to the empty space. That was amazing
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Dec 19, 2015 9:26:10 GMT
(Yes, it's another Man in the Bandolier adaptation......)
The Man in the Bandolier was held a good two inches off the ground by the Cyber-Lieutenant, bringing the small man eye to "eye" with the Cyber-Leader. "Such weaknesses Doctor", if they didn't know better they'd have said the Leader was gloating, but such an emotional reaction was beyond the Cyber-Mind, instead he was taking the logical approach of correcting errors, even errors present in the computations of an opposing system. "Weaknesses?!" The small man spluttered indignantly. "Emptions, Doctor. You emotions led to your defeat. Emotions are your weakness. Your association with the humans" "My friendship you mean!" He snapped back. Tegan was touched, he was such a distant man, full of barely contained rage but to see him admit friendship, especially with someone who was effectively thrust into his life by cruel fate, was deeply touching. "Ohh of course, you can't see it, Love pride, hate, fear, joy. Petty silly things you have no truck with" his voice dripped venomously, like a cornered cobra he was spitting his defiance. "You pathetic tin can of spoiled meat," he was warming to his topic, and Tegan was sensing a very Australian worldview to Foreman, he was responding to bullying with profussive abuse, "when was th last time you smelt a flower, ate a well cooked meal or watched a sunrise?" "These things are irrelevant" "for some people, and I sadly no longer class myself in this group, those irrelevant things are what life is all about!" There was a deep sadness in his voice when he admitted his failing. "You admit your weakness Doctor" "Admit it? I EMBRACE IT! It means that for all he regrets, all the things I wish I could do and dream of doing or being, I'm still alive. That deep down I am the ..." As he spoke he seemed to expand, filling with life and pride but suddenly deflated as he trailed off. "Well, I'm still alive. Which means I'm still ,for all I've lost still better than you lot." "Foolish sentiment Doctor" "To quote a friend of mine, Bog Off" at that Tegan burst into laughter, a release of tension that came first in fits of giggles and ended in contagious lung aching laughter that everyone present, Cybermen excepted, joined in with. Even the Man in the Bandolier, suspended like a marionette by the Cyber-Lieutenant.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 3, 2016 9:02:30 GMT
With a slam of the heavy doors, the Doctor sealed himself, Mel and the surviving explorers into the antechamber. As an extra precaution, he threw his varicoloured bulk against the door. "I don't suppose you could help," he huffed peevishly. "I don't know what extra help I could offer Doc," Mel offered. "Well, I was less considering your sylph-like frame, but rather something with a bit more weight, such as that bookcase!" He managed to make a pointed look seem like wild-waving of the arms, jumping up and down and pointing in the direction of said bookcase. Mel took the hint and rallied the exhausted explorers to aid her, with the noted exception of the wild-haired woman who soon introduced herself as "Melody, but most folks call me Mel." "That might be a bit confusing" the Doctor's Mel offered perkily. "Well," matching perk for perk, Melody offered "you could be Mel B and I could be Mel...." "I hardly think we need to be that pedantic, Melody," the Doctor said smoothly as the explorers replaced himself at the door with a bookcase. "My question though, what are facing?" "Statues," Mel suggested "Statues that move when we're not looking" Melody added, she threw a knowing look at the Doctor and said "could the be some form of quantum life?" The Doctor returned the look approvingly, much to Melody's obvious appreciation, "Possibly Melody, but such life is staggeringly rare in this, or any I can think of, cosmos. Luckily, we find myself in the most dangerous place in the universe." "Come again?" Mel said, "we're in a library. What are we going to do? Lob an encyclopaedia at them?" "Sometimes Melanie, I dispair for you. ME! In a place of knowledge and learning, it's dangerous ... For them" he chuckled in a patrician and in a self satisfied manner clutched his colourful lapels. "Now, unless my refined visionary fortitude has failed me, that there is a computer, pray Mel you could apply your formidable computechnical talent to finding our first ball of digital yarn" "Sorry, you've lost me" Mel said. "Find us a clue!" he rumbled. "He wants you to look up the stone angels on the computer" Melody said. "Succinctly put Melody" he said imperiously. Mel set about her task with a muttered commentary that would, should the Doctor's ears be as refined as his eyes, have left them burning. "Smirks are unbecoming Melody," the Doctor lectured. "Here we go, "a discourse on the nature of the Weeping Angels" by Professor River Song. What a name..." Mel offered, ignorant of the surprised look on Melody's face.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 30, 2016 8:15:48 GMT
Morgaine, Battle Queen of the Svraqs and ruler of an alternative Earth where magic was as much a science as physics, stared down at the nuclear weapon console and was, for once stymied. She felt, rather than heard the arrival of a familiar presence. she didn't look up when she said "tell me the magic incantation Merlin, the ..." She paused and read verbatim "fail safe release code". The target of her instruction said nothing, and slouched in his battered leather coat. Eventually, he said "shan't". Despite the somewhat petulant choice of words, he was deathly still and utterly defiant. The dark look he gave he back was haunted. "Morgaine, listen to me," he began his Northern accent lending his pleading tone a threatening edge. "Don't do this. I've been there. I've done ... Look at me Morgaine, look into the eyes of a man who has done worse, and listen. Please". Morgaine heard the torment in his voice and mistook it for manipulation. "You are the prince of lies Merlin," she turned, her frosty mein thawing quickly when she saw the depth of agony in his eyes. "You'll burn this world in your rage. I've been there, I CHOSE to go there. Please, forget all the games we've played. Forget the anger, and just listen. Don't end all those lives because of your hate and your hurt". There were tears in his eyes. "A child looks up into the sky, the sky burns so bright her eyes turn to ashes. No more tears, no more laughter. Just ashes. You're a mother Morgaine, can you REALLY do that to an innocent? Just to beat me? Do you hate me so much you'll burn a world full of innocents? TELL NE MORGAINE!" She heard a cosmos of pain in his voice. She'd never seen him so broken, and as any sense of triumph at his defeat and schadenfreude at his pain died quickly and she herself was moved to tears. "No Merl... No Doctor. I don't hate you, not today," She found herself reaching out to comfort him.
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Post by whiskeybrewer on Jan 30, 2016 13:36:05 GMT
You ever thought of writing a Doctor Who Book?
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Post by constonks on Jan 31, 2016 5:10:07 GMT
Hell Bent with Five and Adric, haha? Maybe we could go for the whole season and have Richard Mace take the Ashildr role.
I once saw a tumblr post that created The Sontaran Strategem with the Fourth Doctor and the Second Romana (with Harry Sullivan as Martha Jones) - That's just be lovely idea in my mind.
Listen as a Seventh Doctor and Ace two-parter.
The Mummy on the Orient Express with... Anyone, really. Although the Second Doctor might be the most interesting to me because he'd still put people in danger but would be pleasant and heartbroken about it.
Nine and Rose could have had a Green Death ending if Chris had stayed on for Seasons 2 and 3...
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 31, 2016 6:10:42 GMT
"A mummy, in space" the depth of awe in his voice and twinkle of excitement in his eyes undercut the seriousness of the situation. "Three people have died Doctor," Perkins said. "Far more than three, Mister Perkins, Engineer" the Doctor said, "this has been going on for far too long." Despite his flippancy, despite the insanity of his mismatched clothes and volumous scarf, no one in the carriage doubted his intentions nor his capability to stop the threat. A scream punctuated the riding optimism and sent it again plunging into the depths of fear. Everyone pulled away, and the victim cowered, shying away from a threat that only she could see. The Doctor launched into a whirlwind of action, speaking as he went "you see, the Mummy focuses on the weakest in the crowd, the ultimate predatory instinct ... AHH! Of course, that's all that's left! Just instinct. At any rate, it focuses on the weakest. But if I can just tweak the sensors ... An old friend of mine, Sun Tzu was his name, said the key to victory is showing weakness where you're strong OR..." a triumphal smile split his face "making the strongest appear the weakest!" The cowering woman stopped cowering as the mummy disappeared. "Fascinating" the Doctor said, again awed by what he saw "all rags and bones, pointing at... Ohh isn't that interesting. It's not pointing at me, it's trying to raise its hand. Those rags, they're not rags. They're the remains of a uniform! And who wears a uniform and salutes? Eh eh? SOLIDERS! Well, old solider, I'm not afraid of you to return your salute!" The Doctor snapped a crisp and surprisingly respectful salute. And then smiled gloriously. The others in the carriage had no idea why, until he explained "the mummy returned the salute and is gone. All it wanted to do," his voice grew whistful "was complete its mission and get some respect. Poor soul" his face fell, but only for a moment, but it was a moment that held an enternity of reflection and somber respectfulness, then it was gone, replaced by Bon homie and cheek.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on May 20, 2016 8:10:33 GMT
It's BBAACCKK.... (And look, not the War Dcotor this time).
The Master cackled as his puppet Inspector Quicke escorted Ellie and Jago's theatrical side and general dog's body, Ross Tyler into his inner-sanctum. The Master wheezed in surprise when he saw Tyler. Jago weakly called out "Watch out Tyler, Ellie he's...." "Ohh I know who he is Mister J," Tyler said, his entire attitude changing from terrified victim to someone utterly at ease in in the scientific hell of the Master's lair. An attitude of control, an air of superiority and deep intellect, offset by the sort of compassion that could bring the world to rivers of tears of cheers of triumph. An attitude that rung loud and clear even to the befuddled and weakened mind of George Litefoot. "Good grief," he said softly, "Henry, your factotum it..." "Doctor," the Master chuckled. "Evening all," a cheeky smile split the Doctor's face. "But how?" Jago asked. "I got your letter," the Doctor explained slipping past Quicke to check Litefoot and Jago's vitals with a wave of his sonic screwdriver, "and for once I was early". "Doctor, you have once again blythly walked into my trap," the Master began. "Ohh can it, Curse from the Mummy's Tomb," the Doctor dismissed the Master with a wave, focusing more on his ailing friends. "When I realised I was early, I went to see you Henry. Only for you not to recognise me. So I thought "why not?" and pretend to be someone else just to keep an eye on you, what a news I made of that" "You weren't to know Doctor," Jago said, "but who no earth was Ross Tyler?" A dark look crossed the Doctor's face, "an old friend. We'll sort of..."
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 19, 2017 21:56:21 GMT
Bump
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Post by ulyssessarcher on Jan 19, 2017 23:33:24 GMT
Reply to Whiskeybrewers question please, have you ever thought of writing a book?
This stuff is really good.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 20, 2017 0:16:45 GMT
Reply to Whiskeybrewers question please, have you ever thought of writing a book? This stuff is really good. My ADHD kicks in and I get distracted but I am working on one, yes. Something a bit murder Mystery-y.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 1:00:44 GMT
Reply to Whiskeybrewers question please, have you ever thought of writing a book? This stuff is really good. My ADHD kicks in and I get distracted but I am working on one, yes. Something a bit murder Mystery-y. Doctor Who or an independent story?
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 20, 2017 1:03:20 GMT
My ADHD kicks in and I get distracted but I am working on one, yes. Something a bit murder Mystery-y. Doctor Who or an independent story? Independent. Although it did start life as a Doctor Who novel. And then became a Minister of Chance novel. Then became a "set in the same universe as the Minister of Chance". But due to the lack of any real supernatural elements, its morphed into something else.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 20, 2017 1:06:29 GMT
That said, knowing how butterfly minded I am ... it might become something else again (thinking "from the universe of the MOC..." agsin, I rather like my fussy little immortal....)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2017 2:03:43 GMT
That said, knowing how butterfly minded I am ... it might become something else again (thinking "from the universe of the MOC..." agsin, I rather like my fussy little immortal....) If it were me, I'd stick with the independent universe and see what turns up. I have a story that started out as a story for Lady Penelope and Parker from Thunderbirds and evolved into something waaaaay different and arguably quite a lot better. You've got a really nice handle on the characters we know and love, but I'd love to see what you can do with your own people and how far you'd be willing to take your own corner of the cosmos.
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Post by Sir Wearer of Hats on Jan 20, 2017 4:44:24 GMT
That said, knowing how butterfly minded I am ... it might become something else again (thinking "from the universe of the MOC..." agsin, I rather like my fussy little immortal....) If it were me, I'd stick with the independent universe and see what turns up. I have a story that started out as a story for Lady Penelope and Parker from Thunderbirds and evolved into something waaaaay different and arguably quite a lot better. You've got a really nice handle on the characters we know and love, but I'd love to see what you can do with your own people and how far you'd be willing to take your own corner of the cosmos. Youve got a good point.
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