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The Doctor let out a tired sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. He wasn’t tired - a Time Lord didn’t need much sleep - but he was tired. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d found himself on the front line of a battle to save the universe, but this was … different, somehow. And not just because they were fighting to save every universe.
They’d already lost. Their worlds had already been destroyed. He couldn’t sense the passage of time - a comforting feeling, one that he’d taken for granted for so long that he hadn’t even realised how much he relied on it until it was gone - and he couldn’t feel the spectrum of possible futures that should have been spread out before them. What they were trying to do, really, was find a way to bring their worlds back. Unless they succeeded, there wouldn’t be any futures.
“Who are you?” he murmured, frowning at the data pad he’d checked out of the media library. “What do you want?”
He’d been devouring everything he could about the Ohm and the Daligig since he’d woken up, but he was far from satisifed with the answers. The so called ‘bleed’ was obviously the void, but who were they? What were they? The Time Lords were - had been - the oldest and most powerful race in the universe, but they’d never heard of them. He’d never heard of them. And that just didn’t make sense. Not if they had the power to destroy multiple universes and the technology to rescue people from their dying worlds!
“You can’t just pull people out of time and space without asking, you know!” he’d exclaimed after waking up, covered in alien slime and full of righteous indignation. “It doesn’t work like that!”
He was the one who made those decisions. He was the last Time Lord, not just another recruit for a war that he hadn’t even realised was happening. And why hadn’t he known it was happening? Why hadn’t he felt it?
“Why should I believe you? If you’ve managed to bring me here, you know who I am. I’ll stop these Ohm, if they exist, and then I’ll stop you.”
As frustrating as his own ignorance was, there was something comforting about the fact that he could at least understand the Ohm. Yes, they were dangerous and they were ruthless, but at least they were straight forward. Their aim was to cause destruction. In that respect, they were a bit like the Daleks. They hunted down everything that was different or potentially threatening or just a little bit strange and they wouldn’t stop until they were finished.
But the Daligig? They were really confusing. Despite being outwardly benevolent, they kept too much hidden for the Doctor to trust them.
“And putting together a plucky band of resistence fighters for a last stand against the end of the world? Am I supposed to be impressed? Who hasn’t done that?”
If they really wanted to help, the Daligig would give them the information they needed to win this war and get the crew back home before anyone else got hurt.
In the absense of a plan, a leader or any real information, it looked like it would fall on the Doctor to save the universe.
“The end of the world? What, again?”
The Doctor grinned, his eyes shining as he considered the scale of the challenge that lay in front of him and the myrid of adventures that he was bound to have on the way.
“Brilliant.”
They’d already lost. Their worlds had already been destroyed. He couldn’t sense the passage of time - a comforting feeling, one that he’d taken for granted for so long that he hadn’t even realised how much he relied on it until it was gone - and he couldn’t feel the spectrum of possible futures that should have been spread out before them. What they were trying to do, really, was find a way to bring their worlds back. Unless they succeeded, there wouldn’t be any futures.
“Who are you?” he murmured, frowning at the data pad he’d checked out of the media library. “What do you want?”
He’d been devouring everything he could about the Ohm and the Daligig since he’d woken up, but he was far from satisifed with the answers. The so called ‘bleed’ was obviously the void, but who were they? What were they? The Time Lords were - had been - the oldest and most powerful race in the universe, but they’d never heard of them. He’d never heard of them. And that just didn’t make sense. Not if they had the power to destroy multiple universes and the technology to rescue people from their dying worlds!
“You can’t just pull people out of time and space without asking, you know!” he’d exclaimed after waking up, covered in alien slime and full of righteous indignation. “It doesn’t work like that!”
He was the one who made those decisions. He was the last Time Lord, not just another recruit for a war that he hadn’t even realised was happening. And why hadn’t he known it was happening? Why hadn’t he felt it?
“Why should I believe you? If you’ve managed to bring me here, you know who I am. I’ll stop these Ohm, if they exist, and then I’ll stop you.”
As frustrating as his own ignorance was, there was something comforting about the fact that he could at least understand the Ohm. Yes, they were dangerous and they were ruthless, but at least they were straight forward. Their aim was to cause destruction. In that respect, they were a bit like the Daleks. They hunted down everything that was different or potentially threatening or just a little bit strange and they wouldn’t stop until they were finished.
But the Daligig? They were really confusing. Despite being outwardly benevolent, they kept too much hidden for the Doctor to trust them.
“And putting together a plucky band of resistence fighters for a last stand against the end of the world? Am I supposed to be impressed? Who hasn’t done that?”
If they really wanted to help, the Daligig would give them the information they needed to win this war and get the crew back home before anyone else got hurt.
In the absense of a plan, a leader or any real information, it looked like it would fall on the Doctor to save the universe.
“The end of the world? What, again?”
The Doctor grinned, his eyes shining as he considered the scale of the challenge that lay in front of him and the myrid of adventures that he was bound to have on the way.
“Brilliant.”