Cow was leading Dray away from the Cantina’s infirmary with the dead Laski in hand. Mapp was all set to follow, but P90 kept him in place with a concrete grip.
“We need to talk.”
“Do we?” asked Mapp.
“You slept with Susie.”
Mapp rolled his eyes.
“And you turned me human, wiped my memory, wasted two of my regenerations, and made me miss the wedding of one of my besties,” he said, and then stopped himself. “It’s Susie, by the way. Not you. Just in case you were wondering.”
“Mapp,” P90 called after him. “You need to make this right.”
“I was only
Earth. Present Day.
Under the North Sea.
The zat-gun fizzed with electricity as Susie tested the trigger.
CJ, meanwhile, unsheathed Kazumi and let the thin blade catch the dim light of the cargo elevator as it lowered them into the thick, black, icy bowels of the North Sea. The elevator sure was spacious enough, but CJ couldn’t help but mentally compare it to a cage slowly falling into the lair of some voracious beast.
She had died down here after all.
“So what’s our plan of attack?” she posed the question, more in search of distraction than anything.
“Attack,” answered Susie. “As soon as you see h
Susie clambered out of the halo of wooden boxes she had organised for herself, and perched on the edge of the bed. Sorting the debris from the Cantina That Could Be seemed so trivial now.
She wanted to believe P90 was a liar. But that’s the one thing he was terrible at. P90 could be cruel, yes, but he was no liar. Her eyes wandered to the home pregnancy kit he had left for her.
Whilst Susie knew the truth already, she understood that some physical proof might help her acclimatise more.
Her heart thumped in her ears.
She tried to face the situation as a Time Lord would. After all now, technically, she did have herself two hearts, even
P90 was alone in the TARDIS and staring at the old console. Since settling on the Cantina with Susie, the TARDIS had become the only place where he could meditate over recent events. If the universe had problems then it was here where he would come to work out a way to fix it.
He couldn’t follow the future incarnations of both Susie and CJ because his TARDIS, or a future variation of it, was already at the destination. So in the meantime, P90 had grown obsessive over their story… About a different timeline where the Cantina crew travelled to an ancient world called Kryson III, which had subsequently changed their entire future for
The last thing Cow remembered was falling, face first, into the ship’s wheel.
When he had awoken a short time later he was strapped to a stretcher, which was being carried down one of the Cantina’s many hallways by several curious looking men in sailor hats.
Susie was amongst them.
“Ow,” Cow said loudly as a dim set of torches passed him by. The stretcher had turned a corner.
“You’re okay,” Susie offered what little reassurance she could muster, staying close to Cow’s face. “You fell over. We’re getting you to sickbay.”
“Okay…” muttered Cow. “How come m
In the pitch black cells under the glistening Citadel of New Gallifrey, an old man reminisced over the night the Triangle arrived in his solar system.
It had happened fifty long years ago, back when he was young and ambitious, back when he was free to decide what he wanted to do with his life. But when the empire arrived, and took his entire world from him along with his family, everything was put on indefinite hold.
“That’s why it was of the utmost importance,” he spoke without strength, fondling a half-carved rock in one hand whilst keeping himself blanketed with the other. The rock was shaped like a vertical starship of
The surface of Gallifrey was a blackened, burnt-out battlefield shrouded in strange mist, so desolate that it gave the term ‘lifeless’ new meaning. The horrors of the Time War had seen all of her major settlements blasted to oblivion, and its iconic orange sky had been swept away long ago. Now, the stars hanged above, and in their midst swirled a hungry, blinding whirlpool of dying starlight – the Macrophilian Junction. It had been created when one battle during the War resulted in the collision of several neon stars of the lost Macrophilia Systems, which ripped a hole in the fabric of reality.
No atmosphere, no air, no lan
“Susie and CJ have escaped!” P90 announced with some desperation as he reappeared on the top deck, all out of breath, where he startled the crew. In the time it had taken between him leaving Dray up here to visit his wife down in their cabin, and then him trying to stop CJ and Susie from leaving with the vortex manipulator, the top deck had filled with various sailors he recognised from Havana.
In the middle of them, all of whom seemed to be gawping between the two Time Lords, Mapp smacked his own forehead with his hand.
“You had one job,” he mentioned.
“I thought I could talk them out of it, but Susie…
Susie crept out into the open air, but kept close to the shadows of the quarterdeck steps. The planks creaked delicately beneath her feet, some of them still blackened from the countless battles the Cantina had against Renette’s armada during her original reign of terror.
The main deck was glistening with light, like the kind from ascension, but it was bleeding down from the multihued currents of the surrounding Time Vortex. It was beautiful in a strange, abstract way. Susie wondered what she was even breathing since there was no oxygen in space or within the vortex itself.
“Air bubble,” CJ whispered as she appeared in th
Upstairs, in Mapp’s cabin, the captain and his two most trusted advisors circled the largest table. The dim light of an old lantern danced shadows on the wall as the great ship made its way through the dark of the midnight sea. The creaking of the decks were a soft kind of loud, which was relaxing even, but just effective enough to keep the three of them audibly detached from the sound of anyone snapping planks off the Cantina.
“Alright,” Mapp admitted, finally breaking the long silence that had taken hold of them. “So we may have a bit of a paradox problem.”
Cow glanced between them and just quietly sipped his c
Doggerland was on him like an avalanche, and it was raining hard. King showered himself in the tame energy of these people as they cried and roared their positive appraisal. It was not entirely unlike when the League of Iron was first established. They too promised an era of unremitting submission. Over the years however King had learned that there was a vast difference between that and oppression. He would not oppress, not matter how much the Countess burned a hot poker into his back. If there was one thing he could give to these people, for they were people and not monsters, then it was a stray hair of hope.
“Everyone in this room has
The maelstrom was swirling madly. The North Sea was quarantined completely after the powerful people realised that there was something very wrong with the Dogger Bank. Navy warships formed borders at Dover and Calais, enclosing the gap between Britain and France, but none dared to venture too deep into the waves. High above the clouds and Dray was keeping watch. The airspace had been prohibited too so there was no need to cloak. It was nice not to have all the power draining away.
She watched the storm clouds spin with the relentlessness of the darkest black hole, and wondered on its origins.
“Doggerland,” she said as several clas
Lanterns were the first thing Laski saw as he climbed out of another set of caverns. The lanterns were large and red like the kind children release into the sky with notes in. They were suspended over the town, lighting up the darkness of the colony of Terra. There were hundreds and hundreds.
It was obviously night-time although Laski wasn’t sure how exactly he knew that. He could just tell. There was no sun anyway but regardless of that, everything seemed a little dimmer. The world seemed much bigger than before too, more detailed, as if the memory was more recent.
This had been her home, the Countess’s home, and many years had p
Time was counting down in the midst of the Vertigo Core.
CJ danced a terminal sombre with Kazumi as she rounded the Iron Angel. The generators hummed around them, making the whole silo tremble. Visions of those abandoned walkways on the giant derelict out in deep space on her last Cantina night shift came to mind. Boris, as she had called it then, bore a design almost identical to this one. Only that Boris had been crafted from the finest and strongest metals. This ‘copy’, if you could call it that, was built from scrap. It barely hung together over its rusty exoskeleton. Compared to the original it was just an echo, and echoes al
Episode Four - The Story So Far
Previously on TGCC; Tales of the Laski.
Midna – 20,000 ahead
Elia, an Entah archaeologist, discovers a TARDIS-like chamber in the flooded core of Midna. She communicates with La’teen and Laski up in the Z-Core but becomes trapped as the lifting platform becomes wedged in the subterranean waters. In the chamber Elia is met by a humanoid hologram, who reveals that Entaria was in fact part of six worlds once, but that the others were destroyed in the Time War. She also discovers that Midna served as a military storage facility during the War and was once used to store Gallifreyan weapons. Meanwhile
Thunder rolled. The maelstrom was getting worse.
A posh American hotel, with wooden walls and faces carved onto the edges of polished banisters as well as huge chandeliers and a strong tang of foreign incense. That's what the lobby of the Bathory Courts reminded Susie of as she stepped out of the elevator with her combat knife well at the ready.
The hall was dimly lit like the rest of the city but unlike the rest of the city, it was in one piece. It was clean too. Dust had never been allowed to set on these floors. The carpet was still beneath their feet, which made a change from the usual splinters and glass shards. The Bathory Courts had
In any situation where you're facing death in uncertain surroundings it is important, so important, to find a happy place to call your own. This is why for one person the Core was suddenly stifled with loud melodious birdsong. She didn't need Finchy's direction. The chant had led her way perfectly.
CJ couldn't see the iron trappings and steel confinements of the city anymore. It was all washed away. So much time travelling the vortex had made her forget her natural gifts but her return to Earth, her two-hundred-years back serving her home people (however secretly), made her stand up and remember. All of those years working with Dray, watchi
Arrival ... Departure ...
... Arrival ... Departure ...
These were the two words most common in the Constantine Wharfs. It was strange to walk through a hallway and not feel on edge, but down here only corpses and rocks remained amongst the destruction. One of CJ's many talents was to strip away what was and see into what had been. There were tunnels which once led to submersibles, junctions which once led to arrival pods, airlocks which once connected to submarines or boat-shafts in the days when this city was being prepped to be used properly as a means to escape nuclear war. If she squinted, she could almost glimpse the rush of people ru
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