Bombaclaad Star

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Zagreus had wound up on a star system rather close to the Sector of Forgotten souls, a place where Omega had been last seen on before he fell into the black hole. The planet he was on was rather steampunk and fresh in the time energy of human beings that he could enjoy. Despite that, stumbling out of the crack in time as it closed behind him, he fell to his knees, winded and exhausted.

A young brunette girl took a tentative step towards him, shaking his shoulders to try and wake him up, before helping him up to her horse to let her brother take him home. It didn't matter to her he may be a threat, or if he was alien, any creature who was in danger needed help. With that, she started to investigate the area where he collapsed.

The crack in time was volatile, if someone were to approach it, they could find that their hands may start decomposing in a way, almost as if they were being erased from time. It would be extremely difficult to enter the new planet that he had stumbled across without having to take some tests and stabilize the portal to the new planet.

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The Superior sat behind a rather simple desk that appeared to be made of mostly black ebony wood and a thin slab of white marble on the top of the desk's surface. His chair had a rather high back and the top formed the tip of an ellipse about a foot above his head, almost to give the impression he was a person of high authority to any guests he may have had in his office. His unconscious aide was set on a sofa on the side of the room with his head propped on one of the sofa's cushions.

In front of the superior's desk were four very simple chairs not nearly as impressive as his personal chair. Very simple, almost cheap. Cheaper than fully cushioned chairs if anything. The only remarkable quality about it was that its smooth wooden frame made it strong, and the cushions in the seat and back of the chair helped to make them somewhat tolerable to sit in.

The second aide, the one still unharmed, moved to a back cabinet of the office and pulled out a first aide kit, first presenting it to his Superior, then to the three guards, and then went to continue checking on his coworker.

The superior denied any treatment by holding up his hand and shaking his head at the aide. Opening one of the drawers to his desk, he pulled out the key to the Master's TARDIS and dropped it inside before shutting the drawer again.

He sat down in his chair and looked to the three guardsmen while holding his hands in front of his face.

"Clearly...we have made an error in judgement," he said calmly after some reflection. He did not feel the need to admit that error included both the Master and Anti-Time. "We will need to...reevaluate our strategy. You must stop the Master, and anti-time, before it causes any more irreparable harm to the Universe."

He paused again to consider what to do next. "Ever since the incident with the Netherpeople, the death of former coordinator Vansell, and the Doctor's own involvement in saving Gallifrey from anti-time, the Lady President Romana has issued that Anti-Time be no longer considered a theory, but an actual reality. She pushed this issue further six months after the coordinator's death, in a certain secret incident even I do not have clearance for that resulted in the Doctor's...temporary absence from the universe. In fear that we may one day face another threat from the universe of Anti-Time again, as we are currently facing...the CIA has commissioned the development of possible weapons for us to use against any threats that use Anti-Time to their advantage. With your continued cooperation, you and your men will be issued our latest prototypes to use against the Master."

Without giving the Captain a chance to respond, he thumbed a button on his chair. "This is Egoich. There has been an incident in the dispersal of the Master. Bring projects AT-20-03 Beta through AT-40 to my office immediately, as well as Ramachulainn's TARDIS."

Thumbing off the comm, he turned back to the Chancellery Guards. "At this point, I don't care how discrete you have to be, once you find the Master you are to either eliminate him on the spot, or if you cannot, then subdue him and bring him back to Gallifrey so that he may be properly destroyed. Is that understood, Captain?"

[Ramachulainn]

"At this point, I don't care how discrete you have to be, once you find the Master you are to either eliminate him on the spot, or if you cannot, then subdue him and bring him back to Gallifrey so that he may be properly destroyed. Is that understood, Captain?"

Right on the tip of his tongue was a response. That response was to tell the Superior exactly where he could stick his orders. To remind him that he was an officer of the Chancellary Guard, not a tool of the borderline-Renegade CIA. To take his wounded, leave the fortress, and pursue his missing men through a different channel.

Ramachulainn was, however, a believer in Duty. And that Duty included preserving Gallifrey from harm. And the CIA had presented him with a way to do just that. So, he swallowed his pride.

"I will need your request validated by the Castellan, of course," he said. "But, under the circumstances, I rather suspect that this will be a formality."

"Question," asked Dios. With the nerve blocks in place on his wrists, his crippled hands were causing him no pain. "How prototype is 'prototype'? Are we using well-developed weapons in the experimental stage, or something lashed together with tape and twine?"

Behind them, the roar of a medical TARDIS could be heard entering the landing sequence.

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The crack in time was slowly started to repair itself, as the Web of TIme started to adjust from the sheer amount of time energy and rips and folds that were going on right then and there. The young woman on the other side of the crack decided that she should try and get some backup first, slinging a bag over her shoulder and hopping up on her horse. Whatever was going on, she had to get to the bottom of this, and it had to do with that man coming through the crack.

With a kick, she headed off towards the mansion that her brother had taken the man to, a prickling in her skin as she tried to wrap her head around what was going on.

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The first aide sat up on the sofa after sometime, slowly regaining his consciousness as the second went to tend to him.

"I will need your request validated by the Castellan, of course," he said. "But, under the circumstances, I rather suspect that this will be a formality."

"Question," asked Dios. With the nerve blocks in place on his wrists, his crippled hands were causing him no pain. "How prototype is 'prototype'? Are we using well-developed weapons in the experimental stage, or something lashed together with tape and twine?"

"A formality that can easily be taken care of within seconds," the superior said as he began sending a message to the Castallan via the terminal on his desk. Then he looked to Dios. "The weapons you'll be issued are not cheap, I can assure you. At the same time however, we have yet to have tested them against a being of anti-time just because of their rarity and how dangerously destructive they can be in our universe. The temporal equivalent of matter coming into contact with anti-matter with no special protection to prevent such explosions, should you fail to bring him in properly. Contain him and return him here. I will ensure that the Oubliette is repaired so that we can properly be rid of him once and for all."

He paid no mind to the Medical TARDIS that was dematerializing. Once he was finished sending his request to the Castallan, he awaited for a response, tapping his finger on his desk impatiently while starring at his terminal screen. This day could not possibly get any worse. He'd be lucky if he managed to keep his career in tact after this fiasco.

[Ramachulainn]

Castallan Apollonistimiri glanced at the communique that had just arrived on his desk. He opened the message capsule with long, graceful fingers, and reviewed the contents. A single slender, blonde eyebrow lifted at the message. "Ah, Ramachulainn," he chuckled, "what have you been getting yourself into? First the Meddler, and then the Master, and now something out of myth?"

He shook his head ruefully, then carefully inscribed and sealed a response: "My dear Lord the Superior,

"I place the services of Lord-Captain Ramachulainn, and of the men under his command, entirely at your disposal. If you would be so good as to not simply misplace them, I should be most grateful. Lord-Captain Ramachulainn is a good man and an honorable one, and yet I find him to be most useful despite these glaring character flaws.

"(signed) Apollonistimiri,
"Lord High Castellan"

Chuckling a little, he returned the message to the delivery capsule and then returned to work.

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As the Aesculans set to work on Dioshendwa's hands, Ramachulainn considered the Superior's words. "I assume, then, that the weapons are designed - at least in theory - to incapacitate a creature of anti-time? And how do we contain him? I assume an ordinary stasis field would be ineffective."

He settled back, considering the problem. "What do we know of the actual characteristics of this... entity? Can it be restrained in a physical structure? Will nerve blocks paralyze it, or noetic dampeners suppress its mind? Is there any information about this creature beyond creche tales and the rantings of madmen?"

[Amelia Pond]

((OOC: Sunny has been moved to the Graveyard for lack of IC activity in the month of March; locking this thread.))