Re: Chapter 1: Time Is On My Side
Axander recognised the glowing white cube as a hypercube, a message box that would retain a message unchanged, whatever happened to the timeline it came from. It activated on touch. A hologram appeared: an old man, time- and careworn, with scruffy white beard and moustache, with cockatoo hair, wearing a shabby leather jacket, a tea-towel scarf, and a bandoleer bearing only a sonic screwdriver. The Doctor, as Tarys had seen him during the War. Axander recognised a much older form of a man he'd seen only in Public Register Video reports of the War.
'I'm dead.' he began without preamble, his voice so weary. 'Dying. Never was... Got hit by a Temporal Weapon Dalek getting out of the Temporal Cannon in the Tantalus Spiral – I think. It erases events, you see, destroys your timeline, starting with the moment you're hit, so you don't realise. It takes longer on a time traveller, chasing your timeline around and around. Gives you a little time to—' Then he vanished, but the hypercube was still playing. Tarys recalled the incident, not long before the end of the War. The Daleks had harnessed the energy of the Tantalus Eye, a space-time anomaly at the centre of the Tantalus Spiral, and used it power terrible new temporal weapons, weapons that could erase a target entirely from history, up and down their time-lines, so that they never existed, never would have existed, and were forgotten by all around them. Modified Special Weapons Daleks – Temporal Weapon Daleks – wielded smaller versions, but the Daleks had constructed a massive Temporal Cannon out of three good-sized moons and aimed it right at Gallifrey. It would utterly erase Gallifrey and the Time Lords from history, undoing all their works, good and bad. Only the Daleks would remain.
Naturally, Rassilon had ordered the use of the Tear of Isha to close the Tantalus Eye, but this would obliterate all twelve inhabited planets in the Tantalus Spiral. The Doctor, aided by Cinder of Moldox, one of those planets, had stolen the Tear and destroyed it in the distant future, earning Rassilon's undying hatred. Then he travelled back to the Temporal Cannon and obliterated all the Daleks and their weapons – exactly how was unknown, and Rassilon had classified all details on pain of death.
The Doctor suddenly reappeared. Had the last minute been lost? '—can't go back. Crossing your time-line accelerates the process, lets it jump from here to then, and mine's knotty enough as it is. Don't have long. It's up to my TARDIS now, she'll find someone—' He disappeared again, then returned. 'Use the temporal trace locator, it's—' The Doctor patted his pockets, looked frantically around. '—on the couch. I forgot I finished it...' he trailed off, a hunted look in his tired eyes. 'It will interface with a TARDIS homing beacon circuit. Use it to locate what remains of my timeline, traces of my passing. With enough data it will, well, "quadrangulate" the location of the Temporal Exterminator, the actual firing mechanism. You need—' Frustratingly, he disappeared again.
'—It'll be dangerous, and I won't ask you to do this. But if the Daleks wipe us out, they'll exterminate everything. So, well, think about it—'
'—and remember, don't ever—'
'So, good luck. Maybe we'll mee—' The Doctor disappeared, reappeared, looking forlornly at the floor. Then he looked up, began speaking again. The hypercube wasn't set to loop. The Doctor was repeating his message to ensure enough of the information got through. 'Hello. I'm the Doctor. Maybe you don't know me, but if you're getting this, it means—' The Doctor flickered in and out, with a few broken snatches of his message. Then he disappeared. And didn't come back.