The Guardian:
Olyesa moves to the artron power monitors, half-way around the console from Stanley, after he has shown her where the stable range is. Stanley himself has an eye on the biofeedback telltales that will tell him something about Trav's physical and mental state, and has the controls to something called the "telepsychic buffer" ready to hand. The TARDIS's power is slowly building, ready for primary start.
OOC: Or so I imagine. Trav, what is the game plan?
To everyone outside, she looks like she's climbed into a combination of a jungle gym and a wonder wheel, except with hand controls and keyboards. She's wearing her old, old glasses. The old glasses that Emil Lang put on her face when she sat up in her bed in Macross General Hospital. When she asked him if she was now ugly, he replied, "Your smile is still like a sea of joy."
Oh Emil. It's a sea of something now.
For a good 50 years, before coming back to N-Space, she travelled the Three Galaxies with Joshua Simons, her husband. With advanced science, she kept him as fit and healthy as she could, but he refused immortality of magical and technological kinds. As a couple, they both understand that. To make him like her would have irrevocably changed him. So, when he became too frail to travel, she took him home.
By the time she returned, a good deal of her work had paid off. The Tomorrow Legion had taken root. She asked Lord Coake, master of the Cyber Knights, to not actively involve her in the goings on of Rifts Earth, until her Husband had passed. In exchange, she issued her warning to the surrounding space -
This world is under the protection of the Traveller. Those who move against it, or are moving against it, will suffer the same fate as the Shedraya, The Krayloss, and the Daleks. Invaders who do not agree to live peaceably here have 1 month to leave. If you do not cooperate, things will not go well for you.. Within 3 days, the entire Splugorth City of Atlantis decamped. Over the next year, Trav took action against several Vampire intelligences and other monstrous threats. The rest she left to the people of Rifts Earth.
Those were happy years. The planet wasn't entirely safe, but Trav didn't want to play mother to the world or be its ruler. Her children and grand children became heroes in their own right. For those 20 years, she went back to teaching archaeology and tending her library, with an occasional trip in Sweet Boy. Rifts Earth even had another Time Lord protector, Tangent of 90.
Joshua Simon passed in his sleep of heart failure in bed in 132, PA.
The funeral service was small. The 5 children and 12 grandchildren mourned for a week.
Josie, her middle daughter, caught her with her bags, sneaking out the back of that big old house. It was early dawn, the ley lines the only light besides the dawn glow.
Josie: "Mom, please. You can't leave. The Coalition, the Naruni. The Gargoyles. Triax. The Kreeghor, up in space."
The blonde, in her fedora hat, has tears streaming down her face. "Oh, Josie." She drops her bags and holds her daughter tight. "<<Josie, Josie, Josie. The bookish one, the brave one. You're the one who crawls in the ruins, just like I did.>> She whispers to the younger woman in spanish, "Mi Querida Hija, Me Encanta." Josie replies. "So, mami, stay!"
Trav pushes her away. "I CAN'T!" Tears stream down the blond woman's eyes. "Baby, my dearest heart, *I am a Time Lord*. When I came back you were 17. Now, you're almost 30! I haven't changed. I don't grow old,
I regenerate. I buried
your father. I can't bury you too. And if I make you like me, You'll stop being you."
She holds her daughter in her arms again. "I gave birth to you. I suckled you and taught you to read and showed you how to shoot and taught you calculus. Now, you're going to remember me and make me proud?" Josie nods, sniffing, barely holding back tears.
As she tears herself away from her daughter, and strides away in the gray dawn towards the blue box in the middle of the field, her daughter calls out, "Mom, you'll come back. Please, say you'll come back."
Her hearts are breaking as she fumbles with the key.
She looks back, as the sun rises. "I can't miss you and Eduardo's wedding, can I?" She smiles weakly.
She slips in, with her bags. She locks the door behind her. The Scutters are here, ringed around the console, heads drooping. Hidden, the Us chatter sadly. She drops her bags, stands at the console, and throws down the levers. The Time Rotor starts. The grinding of the engines of the time machine is the sound of heartbreak. Tears fall onto the controls.
...
Now, as Trav interfaces, she's afloat in a psychic sea. Around her - the infected, blood red hunger of the psycho sphere of Khestartes Delta. She glows in the psychic plane - a glorious mane of blonde hair, with highlights of red, the gentle green eyes of the 1st Traveller, the rich brown skin of Louise Simons, the 2nd Traveller's glasses and facial shape. Around her float gallifreyan circles of language-mathematics. Behind her is Sweet Boy - visible, the blue box - but around the two of them, the giant entity-machine that is Time And Relative-Dimensions In Space, whose heart burns with incalculable power. Thin golden filaments weave from it into The Traveller. Surrounded by a Gallifreyan circle-sigil, she looks like some kind of celestial tantric goddess, floating above Khestartes Delta.
So, then, Cheetah Virus - or me. You're a sea of hunger and need. I am a sea of joy and sorrow. I am the Traveller, and this is my Sweet Boy. I will not fight you, I will sate you, so that you will no longer need to hunt. No matter what, I will not hunt nor am I hunted - I travel. You will not harm any one any longer - you will now change. I apologise, but I will teach you to use your great gifts not to just hunt, but to travel. I offer this as my gift to you. Let us come together. There is always time to travel. Let me show you the way.
She makes something again to a prayer gesture, as equations and radiance shine forth, and power from her TARDIS' Eye of Harmony shines forth, in compassionate, peaceful understanding - showing the White woman, perhaps for a moment, struggling to reconcile with the terrible fanged beast that appeared in her vision.
Science+Ingenuity roll? Kicking in that SP, and invoking Wanted Renegade. HERE WE GO.
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