The Guardian:
By the time Trav hears Stacey returning, she has captured an image of the hospital records onto her iPad and set the ChibiTrav agent to searching the records. She is a little disturbed that the record isn't immediately called up: even the records of the hospital going back for several decades shouldn't take that much computational effort to search.
The local spatiotemporal scan she carries out in the meantime alarms her even more. It reveals a number of anomalies and disturbances centered over a wide area around the town, though for the most part they don't seem to be concentrated within the center of it, but rather the surrounding country. It also seems like they aren't particularly recent; most having occurred around six months ago. None of this was evident from the scans made while the TARDIS was in the Vortex, which suggests that some further efforts at concealment are afoot.
When the iPad flashes with its result, the face of Chibi is screwed up into a pert little scowl. "Boss," it says, "something's not right her. I found what you were looking for. But for the longest time it ran away from me."
The image on the display shows what the software construct means. It has hold of what looks superficially like a standard set of hospital records, covering the delivery of Phillipe Collinswood to a Marianne Collinswood; father, James Collinswood. But the record is actually tagged to a sophisticated software worm that allows the standard database system to interact with it normally, but appears designed to deflect and deter any detailed scrutiny of the information. As Trav studies it, the worm mutates and tries to escape from the tools she's using, although it doesn't quite manage it.
Trav also sees that the record gives the date of birth as two days from now -- yet diagnostics on the worm show that it has been living in the hospital's system for about six months.
Someone was
preparing for this.
Trav attached a bluetooth keyboard to her Ipad. She starts tapping madly. This reminds her of one of the chronal formatting weapons of the Time War. She suspects that the entire area was seeded and formatted 6 months before the even got here in preparation for a major pivot point in time to be reformatted. Trav knows this because she, as the Marshall did this herself innumerable times against Davros and the Cult of Skaro. She even engaged in it earlier - as the 1st Traveller, in her first great running conflicts with both the Krayloss Empire and the Faction Paradox. She's sickeningly reminded when the Faction attempted and almost succeeded at reformatting the 3rd Doctor into becoming Grandfather, at his regeneration at Metabilis 3. Of course, the 1st and 2nd Travellers always protected regions of Space-Time from tampering or restored them, restoring prior history in the best Time Lord manner.
Of course, she didn't immediately suspect this because Sweet Boy was a research TARDIS, not a war vehicle like a Type 102 like Compassion. The fact that they had arrived 2 days before Phillipe's birth indicates to her that the Time Vortex was
fighting back against this gross manipulation. If she were the Marshall and if these were her Exigents, software on their Time Rings would already be sounding alarms. However, the chronal-spatial equations weren't finalized yet - they were softening up the mud, so to speak, before firing the kiln. But they probably weren't counting on
her being here.
Or maybe they were. Maybe this was all a lure, like how the Shedraya needed her to come into being, back in R Space.
Well, sometimes, you have to say to yourself, fuck it, and go tits in.
The bad guys probably knew they were here, especially if they could influence the local morphic field like this. She adapts and compensates Chibi's code for this, integrating Time War counter routines she hand wrote from her old days as the 1st and 2nd Traveller and the Marshall, when she struggled with the Daleks and the Faction. She and her companions were Time Travellers - they were already resistant to a degree from morphic manipulation. She could probably rig something more durable for the team back up at the TARDIS.
She found herself reaching down to her thigh for her Rod. In it's stead, she finds the empty holster of her Turbopistol. As this, she smiles. Could the Traveller of now fight the battles of the Time War back then? Hell yes, she could. She won another Time War. She was every inch the better of her old self. No need for those old cruelties, she had better, nobler, more heroic and more fun tricks.
OOC: 00:18, Today: The Traveller rolled 18 using 2d6+16 with rolls of 1,1. Trav does further analysis and coding on local space-time - Ingenuity 8+Science 6+FTTOTU 2.
Trav crinkles her nose. She hasn't seen this kind of subtlety since the Time War. Parts of her brain unused since that time so long ago light up. She has no idea as to what is going on and she needs time. Further, she finds the memories of both the Time War and her great locking of the Shedraya behind her own constructed Time Lock
painful, and she finds herself in rebellion of considering higher Gallifreyan chronal and mimetic mathematics. She closes the IPad and puts it away, as her brain starts to unlock, older parts of herself reluctantly starting to cooperate.
She lets her new code compile and shoves her Ipad back into her bag.
"Excuse me, Miss. Do you have a local phone book I can have a look at?"
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