Classic - Inspired RoleplayAn ancient world stands, deep in space, marking history and legend as it blazes. Gallifrey - home to the benevolent Race of the Time Lords, a people that have mastered War and Peace, Life and Death, Prosperity and Equality - and probably most importantly, Space and Time. The Time Lords know their future and study their past, so all is in balance and nothing... unexpected can come to pass. One of their great and mighty Race, however, steadily grew tired of the endless repetition of Gallifrey. He sought adventure - journeys into the unknown, moments of pure terror and awe, a break from the... well, boring schedule Gallifrey held for him. This man knew of the suffering out in the Universe, of planets plagued with War and Violence. The peoples, struck down by the iron fist of the antagonists of existence. He had studied them, as all Time Lords had - and it killed him that he, them, did nothing to help them. Surely a Race with the knowledge and power that the Time Lords alone held could do something, something to change what is, what was and what is to come to be.
This man, was to be known as the Doctor, but not just yet. First, the Time Lord birthed his legacy....He was two hundred and thirty-six Earth years old. The Doctor had spent a good deal of that time at the Academy, and another part studying past, present and future in Gallifrey's vast libraries. Finally, the Time Lord was released from educational duties, and was to start work on one of the many jobs the people were assigned to following the academy. But the Doctor could not get tied down to this kind of life. After two-and-a-bit centuries learning of Wars and Planets and ancient civilizations, the sheer immensity of all the facts and history was drowning the Doctor's mind - filling him with fantasies and adventures just waiting to be fulfilled. He had to get away, before the long life of work trapped him on the fantastically advanced but dreadfully boring planet. He would have to bid farewell to his accomplices, family and acquaintances and leave the planet! But how? Of course, a spaceship - the Time Lords had built many well-serving ships. But better yet - a Space-Time machine! The latest advancement in Gallifreyan technology, with the capabilities of travelling anywhere in Time and Space. The thought of it excited the Doctor greatly. He would have to steal one... When? How? The doubts crept in, always the extinguisher of hopes and dreams. The Doctor sighed deeply and began to move away from his brief crazy idea, back down the corridor to his quarters.
It was just a matter of hours now until the graduates of the Academy were brought forth and sentenced to work. The Doctor sat in his quarters, pondering choice - what to do, quickly, before the rest of his life was decided for him. But to leave his own people? Steal and plot against his own Race's wishes? It was terribly selfish and wrong, but also terribly, terribly tempting. Leave his people for Space and Time, his own adventures with Sensorites, Daleks, Nestenes and Zygons to name but a few. All beings he had read about and studied, out there living, at one point or another, within reach with a Space-Time machine. He had to do it. It was his only chance, and time was quickly running out.
Sweat, or something alien resembling it, slowly dripped down the Doctor's forehead. A forehead matted with very faint crinkles, as a man of early middle-age would have. He had swept back, jet-black hair that protruded from his skull and looped around his average sized head to rest just level with his upper neck. His eyebrows were the same colour, large and slightly bushy, but not shaped in an angered form - just a level, analysing line. His eyes were of a dark blue, deep and mysterious, like an endless spinning Time vortex. His nose was small but wide, covering a fair amount of the middle part of his face. He had a stubbly lower half, hairy and bristly that never seemed to go away. He had large ears, that stuck out a little bit, bit it wasn't too conspicuous. His mouth, shortly below that, was large and quick to grin - urging an excited, slightly mad Time Lord into yet another adventure. His chin extended out and then collapsed down to form a neck, and from then on a body. He was fairly short, however, compared to many lifeforms. He was not muscular, yet had a strong interior. This was the Doctor's current appearance, and hopefully it would not grow old and weary on this planet, but would soon be happy and free travelling through Time and Space.
Then the Doctor realised. Of course!
"The graduates of the Academy are all meeting with the High Council and the head positions of the community!" The Doctor whispered to himself excitedly, with a low but distinctive voice, quick and loose-tongued, but with a clever tone behind it. The majority of the population will be attending, workforces, families and all. Even a good deal of the security, which gave the Doctor the perfect opportunity to slip into the machinery area and progress straight into a Space-Time machine! The Doctor's face lit up, and he immediately jumped up in excitement. He would not have to wait long until the moment was ripe. The Doctor slipped into Gallifreyan ceremonial robes, of a crimson red. They were bejewelled with fascinating gems and craft work. He then took one last look at his quarters, paintings captured on stasis cubes and memoirs of his family, and left the room.
It was not a long walk to the section the Doctor was headed for. Even so, he passed many fellow Academy students in similar robes heading in different directions, and they shot him queer looks when he passed. The Doctor was known to be the dreamer of the students, not happy with what he had and always seeking more. Well, now he would show them. Now he had found what he needed.
At last, the metal door to the machinery section, guarded by advanced technology far superior to many in the Universe. The Doctor walked up to it, freedom so close but blocked by this slab of metal. He suddenly became afraid, wondering how on Gallifrey he would be able to get through. And then the door opened. A scientist, most likely heading for the ceremony, came out and regarded the Doctor with concern.
"You. Shouldn't you be at the ceremony?" The scientist asked, suspicion growing by the second.
"No. No, sir. I have been sent here by the scientist chief, as this is to be my future job - you see. He has favoured me and told me to come straight here and look over the machinery." The Doctor stated, confidently.
"Oh? I had not been informed. Come, let us take a walk and ask the scientist chief for ourselves whether this was your instruction. And I can escort you to the ceremony. Surely you would not want to miss what you have been working towards." With that the scientist left the room and put his hand around the Doctor, forcing him to walk with him. As they started down the corridor, a security officer came out from one of the connecting ones and nodded to them both. The scientist and the Doctor approached him, while the Doctor was noting the door to the machinery room was still open. But for how long. The scientist began informing the officer of the Doctor's story and doing so he took his hand away.
Now the Doctor seized his last chance.
He pushed the scientist aside and grabbed a laser pistol the officer had out of his pocket. Both were taken in surprise and the Doctor managed to get the weapon and start running down the hallway. He skidded and dived into the machinery room. He quickly turned and shot the door controls on the other side, just as the two men shouted and ran down after him. Others would bound to be close by. Luckily, the door was sliding shut as the Doctor ran in, and the vandalism of the controls meant it malfunctioned and stuck itself while it was almost closed. The Doctor stared as the security officer lodged himself in the door and started struggling through. There was no time to waste. The Doctor shot blindly at the officer and heard a shrill cry of anger as he turned and ran. There. Finally, four Space-Time machines stood side by side by a wall - identical metal hulls with no decoration. They were all open, leading into fascinating interiors that were...no. Bigger on the inside? Of course, it was dimensionally transcendental. The Doctor knew enough of advanced science to know the Time Lord's technology. He ran into the nearest one, a huge domed room of pure white. Cables and wires were strewn across the floor, and tools lay abandoned near the inner control section of the machine. Almost as if the machine wasn't finished. Still, the Doctor did not have time to choose another as the officer had struggled through the door and was limping across the area while getting out some kind of large projectile. The Doctor quickly span around the control panel, flicking switches and pulling levers like there was no tomorrow. The machine cracked and hummed at first, but then quickly started to power up - however making a screeching whirring sound as it did. It was beginning to dematerialise! The Doctor wasn't free yet though, as the security officer fired his rifle countless times into the machine - hitting the console and walls and causing explosions and implosions and destruction and horror and -
something hit the Doctor in the chest and he collapsed to the ground.
Later. The Doctor woke to smoke billowing out from various sections of the control panel. The cables were still covering the floor of the machine. He quickly looked up in panic to see...nothing. The doors were shut. He could hear no shouting from the other side of the large white doors. The Doctor couldn't quite believe it. He laughed to himself, a chuckle at first, but then it developed into a wheezing, coughing fit of joy and pain.
He had done it. Gallifrey's most rebellious Time Lord had become a renegade and escaped from their secluded ways. Unless the console was too badly damaged, he was free to travel anywhere in the Universe and whenever in Time. He could meet the beings he had studied for the past two centuries, and visit events detailed in history and form some of his own. Well, not completely freely, of course. The Doctor had learnt of paradoxes and the danger of altering history. He wasn't a complete idiot. He struggled to his feet and staggered to the console. The smoke seemed to be lessening, but still the Time Lord would have to conduct repairs.
Now, he would have to go about finding a manual for this thing.
Suddenly, a huge shaking erupted, knocking the Doctor off his feet and shaking what felt like the entire Universe. The smoke resumed all over again and the Doctor felt a cascading, falling sort of sensation. Then it lessened, and lessened, and a large bang announced his arrival.
The machine had landed.