Post by The Doctor on Jan 3, 2012 16:04:02 GMT -5
(Black screen. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Meddler's TARDIS, interior.)
"You are not my son!"
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Specialist and the young Archivist, in the Halls.)
"When the time comes to choose flight or fight, make sure he chooses to fight."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Master, in the cabin of a yacht.)
"I would have burned the Panopticon to light the celebration, and given you the throne as a wedding gift."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Vortex. An elderly man with a strong voice speaks.)
"History is nothing more than a series of choices."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to a series of images. The First Doctor in an energy field, being interrogated by the Daleks. The Master, directing Ogryn. The Fourth Doctor in a hall, contemplating two wires. The Seventh Doctor, watching a Dalek warship disintegrate in a ball of flame.)
"We are the shephards of time. It is our duty to preserve it."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to rapid shots of the Reapers, the Toclafane, the new paradigm Daleks, the John Simms Master, and the Tenth Doctor's limp hand hanging down from under a gurney sheet.)
"Through negligence, order has fallen into chaos. The lust for power has defeated duty. We, who should champion the universe, have failed."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to a rear shot of a figure in white robes, wearing an ornate headdress, holding a staff and standing in front of a darkened room.)
"I say to you now, NO MORE!"
(The camera begins to slowly rotate counterclockwise around the figure. A shhock of white hair becomes visible.)
"I say to you now, we shall take up our fallen mantle! We will shoulder our burden! We will restore order to the universe!)
(The figure is revealed to be that of the First Doctor, wearing the Sash of Rassilon.)
"I say to you now: Gallifrey!"
(Cut to a rapid montage of the surviving Time Lords - the Archivist, the Doctor, the Dark Lord, Flynn Delta, the Phantom, the Master, the Meddler, the Mentalist, the Professor, Romana, Susan. Each is in a different pose, but each looks up and offscreen, looks of shock - and in a few cases, horror - on their faces.)
"Will!"
(Another montage of quick images: Sisilaya and River Song, back to back, shooting; the Doctor and the Master in a TARDIS, shouting at each other; the Meddler, ragged and unkempt in a prison cell, his eyes aflame; the Archivist, Rory and Amy marching through the corridors of the Panopticon, flanked by a squad of Cybermen; a TARDIS hurtling though the Vortex, under fire. Return to the First Doctor, who is lifting his arms in triumph.)
"RISE!"
(SFX: Cheering, applauding, chants of "Gallifrey! Gallifrey!" The camera pulls back to reveal the Anthony Ainsley Master standing on his right, and tHe Archivist standing on his left. Behind them, several figures - including the Rani, the Peter Butterworth Meddler, and the War Chief - rise, applauding. The camera pulls further back, revealing a packed chamber filled with people in the formal robes of the Time Lords. The camera pulls further back, revealing the Citadel, sitting at the heart of the Shining City. Cut to black.)
Doctor Who:
The New Lords of Time
(Cut to the Dark Lord, burnt and streaked with blood. He holds a detonator, and smiles bleakly at the Phantom.)
"Home? Absolutly overrated."
(He stabs the button, and the screen goes black.)
"You are not my son!"
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Specialist and the young Archivist, in the Halls.)
"When the time comes to choose flight or fight, make sure he chooses to fight."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Master, in the cabin of a yacht.)
"I would have burned the Panopticon to light the celebration, and given you the throne as a wedding gift."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to the Vortex. An elderly man with a strong voice speaks.)
"History is nothing more than a series of choices."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to a series of images. The First Doctor in an energy field, being interrogated by the Daleks. The Master, directing Ogryn. The Fourth Doctor in a hall, contemplating two wires. The Seventh Doctor, watching a Dalek warship disintegrate in a ball of flame.)
"We are the shephards of time. It is our duty to preserve it."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to rapid shots of the Reapers, the Toclafane, the new paradigm Daleks, the John Simms Master, and the Tenth Doctor's limp hand hanging down from under a gurney sheet.)
"Through negligence, order has fallen into chaos. The lust for power has defeated duty. We, who should champion the universe, have failed."
(Fade to black. SFX: A gong rings. Fade to a rear shot of a figure in white robes, wearing an ornate headdress, holding a staff and standing in front of a darkened room.)
"I say to you now, NO MORE!"
(The camera begins to slowly rotate counterclockwise around the figure. A shhock of white hair becomes visible.)
"I say to you now, we shall take up our fallen mantle! We will shoulder our burden! We will restore order to the universe!)
(The figure is revealed to be that of the First Doctor, wearing the Sash of Rassilon.)
"I say to you now: Gallifrey!"
(Cut to a rapid montage of the surviving Time Lords - the Archivist, the Doctor, the Dark Lord, Flynn Delta, the Phantom, the Master, the Meddler, the Mentalist, the Professor, Romana, Susan. Each is in a different pose, but each looks up and offscreen, looks of shock - and in a few cases, horror - on their faces.)
"Will!"
(Another montage of quick images: Sisilaya and River Song, back to back, shooting; the Doctor and the Master in a TARDIS, shouting at each other; the Meddler, ragged and unkempt in a prison cell, his eyes aflame; the Archivist, Rory and Amy marching through the corridors of the Panopticon, flanked by a squad of Cybermen; a TARDIS hurtling though the Vortex, under fire. Return to the First Doctor, who is lifting his arms in triumph.)
"RISE!"
(SFX: Cheering, applauding, chants of "Gallifrey! Gallifrey!" The camera pulls back to reveal the Anthony Ainsley Master standing on his right, and tHe Archivist standing on his left. Behind them, several figures - including the Rani, the Peter Butterworth Meddler, and the War Chief - rise, applauding. The camera pulls further back, revealing a packed chamber filled with people in the formal robes of the Time Lords. The camera pulls further back, revealing the Citadel, sitting at the heart of the Shining City. Cut to black.)
Doctor Who:
The New Lords of Time
(Cut to the Dark Lord, burnt and streaked with blood. He holds a detonator, and smiles bleakly at the Phantom.)
"Home? Absolutly overrated."
(He stabs the button, and the screen goes black.)