Warlock:
When Phillipe would refuse to take the tests, he was punished; and when he had passed enough of them to earn a respite, the walls would still speak hateful things in his ears -- conquest, domination, supremacy -- and would show him images of a brutal, broad and horned face. He started trying to figure out how to access the TAROT, and it was very slow work. For one thing, it too was a hard and mechanical thing insofar as it showed any personality or life. "That hasn't really changed," Warlock tells Trav. "I don't really understand why. It wasn't like that for Evers or Fortuna, right?"
"I don't know. Evers and Fortuna are more of a mystery than you are, to me. They both have your kindness, which the Gehennans didn't kill."
Warlock:
"Eventually, the tests progressed to the point where they could not be solved in linear time, and then he had to learn to use the TAROT to double back on his own timestream to solve the puzzles before he was punished. Once that had happened, he began to get interactive contact with a man that he would soon learn was Sezan Crayne, head of a fading noble house in a dying star system.
"He said, he'd had a vision of the future," Warlock says. "It showed Crayne the face that they'd shown on the walls, telling him that he was responsible for bringing that being to life. And Crayne believed, at least by the time I met him. A true believer, you understand?"
Trav gravely nods. It's plain on her face that she feels guilt at what happened to him, and that she's remembering the indescribable tortures and hatred of the Daleks, whom she had beaten so many times as the first and second Traveller.
Warlock:
"In the end, Phillipe decided that playing along with Crayne was the only way he'd ever have the space to maneuver and act. Eventually, he did get free of the cell. "I was a mess by then," Warlock tells Trav. "Crayne showed me the war machine he was building, the army he was training and sending out into the neighboring systems. The infrastructure of those worlds was already crashing; Crayne's forces grabbed up anything they could lay their hands on to build arms, took whatever they could to keep growing.
"So, when I could find the chances, I worked at finding out what had come before. The wreck and fall of the Fourth Great and Bountiful Empire." He waves a hand vaguely at the walls of the Zero Room. "The one that's out there now, out beyond Arsuran. And I came across the records of the Fists. They never came to much, just a scattered transcendence cult, but I could see how to teach them, Trav, and how -- I thought -- I could help them form a force that could stand against the New Gehennans. Maybe even stand against the fall of the Empire."
His face twists up in pain. "Crayne and his people found me out, in the end," he says at last. "And I went back in the box. When they hurt me that time... that's when Phillipe died," he adds. "But, you see, I'd learned. Learned that the TAROT didn't have to be there with me, for me to use it. That's when I made up my mind. And that's when I left. Came here. Came... now."
The part of her that's the Marshall considers.
He could be a plant, a trick, a trap. If they could do that to him, they could do that to me. The 5 sides of her personality confer.
And the Marshall breaks the deadlock, as she is the only side of the Time Lord who so far has conducted long range strategy. She is also the worn, old, grief filled woman who struggled with the War Doctor to save Gallifrey, and then made the plan to destroy it.
She takes his hands. "Every instinct and experience tells me that you are a trap, a spy, a trick. That is why I
must trust you." Her voice seems old and weary, like that of another woman.
"You see, you made it out with your humanity intact. Yes, there were deaths and injuries, but you have done your level best to avoid deliberate harm. It's like you were resisting their programming and torture. I, on the other hand,
gave in. The Daleks broke me, completely. I became a living exemplar of everything they held dear. The fact that I was a weapon aimed at them doesn't matter. I roared across the stars in a wave of fire and blood. It took
The Doctor, the most puissant Time Lord who ever stepped off of Gallifrey, to stop me. 100 years of terror, and another hundred locked in the Citadel on Gallifrey, and 100 more fighting the Last Great Time War. You're stronger than I ever was, Warlock."
She stands. "So. Visions of this Great Beast, this enemy at the end of time, have been sighted by other time aware people - the Chamber of Time Unwrought, the Splintered Sisterhood. It has all sorts of people terrified. I'm also organizing a defense, but one based on mutual defense, respect and support. We're called the Parliament of Time. Well, it's a work in progress, anyway. It's not yet solidified. But your plan is brilliant, except for the coercion. You and the Fists would be massively helpful in this alliance.
You're not alone. You see, I'm going to be gone, one day. The peoples across time will have to govern themselves and see to their own safety. As the Last Time Lord, I want to leave a structure in place where people up and down the time stream can defend themselves."
She urges Warlock to stand up. Taking his hand, she pleads, emphatically. "If you were to have Lucin withdraw his fists, offer to train those who would willingly join them in their disciplines, act as exemplars of freedom and courage, defend instead of conquer - Baby, they'd be so massive and awesome. Whatever this great beast is, I think something is trying to turn the entire you into the actual enemy. You or I or someone else might be this Beast at the end of time. I don't think that the Fists need to change that much except to turn power back to the governments that they have conquered. Can you convince these people you've helped and trained to do this? Up and down time you have allies.
You're not alone. We need you and your people to stand in the Parliament of Time, we need your strength and voices. Do you think you can do this?
I don't think they killed Phillipe. I think all Phillipe did was change and became someone new, who is just as wonderful. I showed you the power of cooperation and community. Please, consider this.
Please.
OOC: I'd like to make a Convince roll for the pitch, with maybe some bonuses for the entire peaceful insurgent campaign. It'd be the entire group making the convincing, really.