Episode 2: The Multiverse, A Diamond in the Sky!
The screen slowly opened up to reveal such a beautiful sight. All around the black void, were massive bubbles of sorts, shining beautiful shades of green, pink, blue, and yellow, giving them a sort of a nebula barrier around them. Along the surfaces on those bubbles, a scene keeps playing again and again on them, showing one of the most important moments in each of them. A Knight rushing into battle on a Robotic Horse against a static page. A Girl with massive pigtails in what looks like a sailor outfit, a black one with blue stripes, with her eyes shut, as some sort of a diamond shaped heart touches her forehead, giving her new life. Two Universes circling around what looks like a Man wearing a bowtie outfit rushing down a robot with a visor for eyes, one of them is the man tackling the robot, the other has the man run right into a light pole. Again, and again, so many random, but marvelous scenes play out on the shells of the bubbles, as Steven walked over to the screen, the TARDIS beginning to move around some.
“What is this place..?” He said, his eyes locked onto the screen as they pass by a bubble showing a woman holding a sword, fighting against a demon twice her size and doing quite well for her size.
“Welcome to the Multiverse.” The Professor said, looking at the shock on Steven’s face, forming a smile across his own face. “Where Every Story. Every Tale, is it’s own universe. Every single thing anyone has ever created is within this vastly growing wall of stories. Every single story has it’s own universe, and it is it’s own world and universe in every single bubble. Everything from Superheroes to Starship Captains. Magical Girls to Candy Lands. Wonderful Wizards to Talking Cats. Everything is here within these boundaries. It is beautiful you know, to pull back and just watch a section like a honey comb. Everything is placed perfectly, to form patterns, like artwork formed from gods and deities. When me and my research assistant first left our universe, we had to pull our jaws off the floor.” He laughed, looking at the screen, slowly walking over to join Steven, looking at the honeycomb patterns.
“It is so…beautiful…” Steven said, the words slowly falling from his mouth, like water from a leaky faucet. “It’s almost like individual Diamonds……”
“Yeah…..Yeah, I can see how you would say that….” The Professor heard Steven’s stomach growl, a sound which never even phased the teenager, causing him to sigh. Probably never paid much attention to it, since of the food shortages on his planet… “Time to get some dinner, what do you think?”
“Dinner?” Steven looked to the Professor, as he slowly walked over to the panel on the console closest to them, examining the switches.
“Surely it will be one of these….?”
“What will?”
“Hang on….HAHA!” The Professor quickly flicked a switch, and a diner table and two chairs slowly rose from the ground, the table made with it’s own white and green checkerboard cloth, salt and pepper shakers sat on the table. Connected to it on it’s Side, a machine rises up with it, with a large opening built into it, two plates already sat on it. The Professor grinned, and slowly sat at the table, Steven quickly following suit, shocked at how everything is already prepped and ready.
“Professor, What, How is this…..What is going on with this?”
“I got this table from a Diner in 59. When I started traveling again with Companions, I thought it would be easy to be able to eat inside. As you saw with your own world, I do not want to come off insensitive coming outside with a plate of food, in a world where food is scarce or even nonexistent. Which is also where this comes from.” He grinned and pushed one of the old buttons on the machine, the opening lit up like a Christmas tree, flashing lights down on the two plates. “Chicken Strips and French Fries, with two glass Cokes, TARDIS. And make them your specialty.” The TARDIS thrummed, with almost a proud undertone to it, as the plates were filled with a modest portion of Chicken Strips and French Fries, Ketchup put into a tiny cup, and the two plates pushed to the two “customers”, Two Glass bottles of Coke quickly joining it, sitting right on two coasters made out of the same cloth as the tablecloth.
Steven’s eyes grew to the size of beachballs, looking at the food that was made in the space of seconds. “What, how, what is that thing?!” His eyes examined the machine, fascinated as the lights kick off, turning itself off.
“A Replicator. Gotten from a Deal with a man by the name of Quark. Infuriating little bartender, I tell you, however he does sometimes like to pay up. Aurora helped with this, said it was better to get replicator than have my cooking.” The Professor chuckled. “It wasn’t that bad…..I just….Rarely burnt the food….”
Steven chuckled, looking at the food on his plate, looking back at the screen, as bubbles slowly move by, before returning his gaze back to the Strange Alien man. “How? How could anyone say no to this, Professor? All of this, just….”
“Blows your mind, as you humans would put it, correct? Yes, I know. Many people just cannot accept the reality of the situation, Sadly. Not even my own people….” The Professor sighed, looking back to the screen. “My people believe that there is only one universe, and the alternates beyond that. Untouchable. No one is allowed to enter them, lest they ruin OUR universe. OUR timeline. Narcissists, the lot of them sometimes….I see why the Doctor went off on them when he was on trial….Man, I wanted that coat…”
“Professor….”
“Hmm? Oh, right, yes, Sorry….Anyway, My people do not want to know the true majesty of the multiverse around us! As Such when I began posting papers about the Multiverse and trying to show off the beauty we are in right now, we were marked as mad scientists and outlaws! Kept claiming that all I was doing was trying to insult and lead astray the younger generations outside their directed paths. As such I have never been back home besides some…..Unique circumstances….” His eyes gazed over to the screen, his mind again connecting back to a very different time, when the walls around him were steel. When the console needed constant care. When he was a very different man. Steven looked at him, slowly eating a couple of his French fries, the sound snapping the Professor back to the present, looking to the teenager. “Right…Anyway, since then, I have mostly stayed in here. Stayed inside the multiverse, help these problems, help the people out here. Out here I am not called a Renegade just because I don’t follow the Timelord way of thinking…..”A gong echoes around the console room, as the TARDIS slowly stopped at a certain piece of the honeycomb, the thrum disturbing the two as the Professor turned to the console, a grin forms across his face. “Oh brilliant! I didn’t know we were already this close!”
“This close to what?” Steven replied, slowly eating, smiling at the “performance” in front of him, the Professor reliving his memories.
“This close to what- Just one of the greatest stories this side of the Multiverse, Steven!” The Professor grinned, pointing at the largest bubble, which seemed to be showing a girl about Steven’s age with what looked like fire dancing around in her hand, standing in front of a man in a white military uniform, a glare across her face. Around the bubble, tube like appendages seem to be attached to some of the bubbles around it in the honeycomb, from what looked like men and women jumping aboard put-together spaceships, a town stuck in the 1980s, and a beautiful stretching city, all the way to the city, a woman in a purple outfit standing on a balcony, looking to the sunset. “I own every book of this particular universe. I have labeled these top secret, to protect the family here. I love vising these, although when I do I always end up getting yelled at, and someone trying to force me to let them use the TARDIS!”
“Then….Then wait, why do you like coming here then?”
The Professor grinned. “Because they are courageous. And also the coffee shop is one of the only places I stop by for coffee. Most of the time I can’t drink the stuff. They always make it too bitter for me….Not this coffee shop.” He chuckled. “Also the TARDIS does not like the white ships, if you see any, Steven, Please tell me immediately. She does not like them-“ A ding echoes from the console, he quickly takes a chicken strip, taking a bite, running over, checking the screen, laughing a bit. “And we have been called! Right next door in fact!” He quickly began to pilot the TARDIS back, down to one close by to the connected chain. This bubble looked small, almost tiny, swirling around in it’s barriers. On the bubble, A Bird robin lands on what looked like a pyramid, blocks sliding back to reveal two cannons, firing back at airships.
Steven’s jaw dropped. It looks like one big battle, lashing out at each other, as the Professor began to pull closer and closer into it, before the bubble lashes out and “swallowing” the Time vessel. Inside, the TARDIS shook violently, the chairs hit against the ground, Steven falling to the ground, trying to keep the table steady, as it shook, but as quickly as it shook, it stopped, the chairs slowly lower back into the floor, the plates are placed onto the endtable before the diner table is lowered back down into the floor as well. “What was that, what did we hit?!” Steven yelled out. “Shouldn’t I have gotten a warning before everything went to hell?!”
“Ah, it’s fine, just a second or two of temporal instability.” The Professor responded, answering as quick as the Flash. He must have said those words many times before. “The universe acclimated, and now we are traveling. Welcome to Universe 8839. The War of the Desert.”
Episode 2, Part 2: The Multiverse, as Ancient as Sand
“KEEP FIRING!”
The Captain watched with angry intent, as massive shells fly through the sails of his airship, Sailors rushing to cannons above and below deck, trying to return fire. They have been on the trail of this monster for weeks. The tiny robins were sent out as their calling call, swarming the remains of the destroyed ships they would leave behind, as it moved across the desert towards the capital city. No one knows where they came from. No one knows How they got here. All they know is that they have caused the destruction of one city, and are quickly moving for another.
“I SAID KEEP FIRING!”
“WE CAN’T KEEP THEM ON THEM, CAPTAIN! One of the Sailors replied back, as a shell hit a nearby vessel, the ship ripping in two pieces, but the large propellers kept spinning, trying it’s best to keep the ship pieces going. “WE’VE LOST CONTACT WITH THE ADMIRAL!” Another shell ran by the airship, causing more damage as it drove right through one ship, sailors on that particular ship falling through and using the torn fabric of the sail to try and land on the ground.
The Captain glared at the pyramid’s massive cannons, trying to move towards them, heading for them as fast as the shop could move under damaged power, not hearing the sound of bells, as something began to land in the underbelly of the airship.
Inside the TARDIS…..
“And Here we are! January 25th, 1875, New York Time, Universe 8839.” The Professor laughed, trying to run scans outside, to see where they landed. “Right now, the First Airship Fleet is beginning their most dangerous mission yet. Running towards an attacking unknown Pyramid ship, as it moves across the dried Atlantic Sea!” The Professor couldn’t stop grinning, picking up his jacket and putting it back on, looking at the door, then back at his new companion. “Are you ready, Steven? Ready to see what the Multiverse has in store?”
“What other choice do I have, Professor? Besides, I am interested in seeing this proven correct.” Steven smiled, joining the Professor’s side.
“Very good! Now-“ The Professor opened the door, and a flintlock pistol was shoved in his face. The hammer clicked back. An angry Sailor, his eyes tracing around the Professor, not looking behind him, around him, just at the man, as he grabs and yanks out the man, Steven quickly following.
“PROFESSOR!” Steven yelled, quickly checking on him, getting down on his knees, as the doors to the TARDIS slammed shut. The Sailor slowly looked, backing away a bit, but still holding the flintlock pistol, his arm shaking, his eyes as narrow as a film screen.
“Who are you….” The Sailor spoke, his words dotted with a thick Scottish accent, His beard shining from the sun outside peeking in from the holes in the ship. “Well? You don’t have all day. What brings you here? Are you with that accursed Pyramid?”
“OF COURSE WE ARE NOT WITH THAT DAM PYRAMID!”
Steven jumped back, looking to the Professor, as he looked up, glaring a bit. His ears took such a shock, hearing him give his own voice a deeper accent, almost to match his, possibly to trick the sailor. It seemed to have work, because the sailor’s eyes went wide, dropping the flintlock pistol and giving a salute.
“Fellow Soldier!” The Sailor spoke. “It is good to see you again-“
“You nearly killed me, Ensign! These words you are speaking, trying to accuse me of this crime, how dare you try to move my good name, my honor, into the mud!”
The Sailor stood there, shaking in his boots, trying to speak, before something touched the edge of his mind. Butterflies? No. No that……What’s with all the Pretty colors….
The Professor and Steven watched as the Sailor put a big grin on his face before falling face first into the ground. The Professor sighed, looking up.
“Took you long enough for that, I was afraid he would see the Interior!”
Steven, was not so calm about what just happened.
“WHAT, HOW, WHAT HAPPENED?! HE JUST- IS HE OK!?”
The Professor looked to his panicking companion, and just gave a little smile. “Oh yes, Absolutely. I do not harm anyone, I have told you this before, Steven. He is just taking a little nap.” He then gestured around the air above him, which did seem to have a little tint to it, like a window would when Sunlight shone through it. “The TARDIS shield. Within this bubble, the TARDIS can quite easily just tell them to think happy thoughts and sleep for a little. Telepathic Venusian Akiado. Brilliant girl, she is.” He smiled, patting the door, before returning to the sailor. Slowly, He turned him over on his back, and looked him over, trying to scan him over, before pulling out a pair of sunglasses.
Steven’s eyebrow rose. “Sunglasses?”
“Shh!” The Professor slowly looked to him, raising a finger to his mouth, before putting the sunglasses on and looking over the sailor. Then came that noise. A weird sounding buzzing noise, like a fly was around his ears, trying to irritate him. Steven waved away near his ears, but the sound persisted, for a moment or two longer, before the sound went more and more silent, like it was farther away but still….there. Just waiting…..
“AH-HA!” Steven jumped out of his trance, looking to the Professor as he ripped off the sunglasses, grinning at the sailor. “We are quite safe, Steven. Not even an important character story-wise, but now he will have quite a story to tell of his own. Kent Robinson, Ensign onboard the American Airship Enterprise……Of course, Puns, they are aplenty.” He Quickly pockets the sunglasses, heading off down a corridor. “Come along, Steven!”
“Wait, WAIT, Professor?!” Steven quickly looked to the sailor, before he head off as fast as he could, right behind him, as the ship shook.
OUTSIDE…….
Another large shell rushed into one of the Enterprise’s Sister ships, giving another deep hole through it, as the three kept firing all they could. The Captain watched with intent, clenching her hand against her wooden cane, as she walked down the stairs onto the deck.
“KEEP FIRING, SAVE YOUR MEN! MAKE SURE NONE OF THOSE SHELLS HIT US OR IT’S GOT A PATHWAY TO NEW YORK!” The Captain watched on as smoke and fire collided in the air, their cannonballs either hitting the shells, or a few able to hit the pyramid, leaving dents. She would say equally matched, yet she knows that would be giving their foe too little credit. The large cannons, the somewhat singed top of the Pyramid…..Wait……Her eyes slowly squint, watching, the top of the Pyramid as…..It’s Spinning…..Her eyes grow wider, pointing out. “FIRE AT THE TOP! FIRE! FIRE!!”
Inside…..
The Professor moaned, falling to his knees, holding his nose, like he just got punched. Steven rushed over to him, checking on him, his eyes wide, words wanting to come to his lips…. but the sound never came. The Professor slowly removed his hand from his nose, a couple drops of blood splattered on his palm.
“Oh Dear….” The Professor spoke, shaking a bit, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning what was left of the blood from his nose, and what was on his hand. “Oh, Steven, We came in quite a particular wrong point…..”
“Professor…..What’s wrong….”
He looked back to his young companion, as he looked out the window. “Time Freeze.”
All around them, the golden light of the sun bouncing against the sand began to turn a light gray. The wood around them groaned, tightening up and becoming immobile, as it too turned a certain shade of gray. Behind them, the Sailor who had questioned them contorted into a state, like he was trying to stand, before he too turned into a statue, gray colored, frozen tight, his hand slowly reaching out for assistance before all life disappeared from him. The Professor slowly walked over to a window, looking at the giant pyramid and it’s spinning top, as the gray lighting stretched to even it, the shells in the air frozen still, the memory of a battle that should have continued. The Pyramid’s beautiful shine to it was sucked away, leaving the bricks cold and barren, the large barrels for the shells turned to rust, unable to move…..yet it’s top kept spinning, it’s color kept shining in what light there was, as the gray light continued to stretch along the landscape.
Steven slowly moved over to the sailor and got down to him. The Sailor’s eyes looked to him, a cold dead stare matched Steven’s terrified look. Slowly, he reached for his hand, and grabbed one of his fingers. He quickly pulled back. Cold as Ice, and as unbending as steel. His finger didn’t even give any reaction that it was touched.
“Professor….” Steven slowly spoke, looking at the Sailor. “What happened to him…..”
The Professor was Silent, eyeing at the spinning top of the Pyramid. It wasn’t moving away from the pyramid, like it was unable to detach before the Freeze hit, which means that they can enter it, to stop it. Maybe perhaps-
“PROFESSOR!”
“WHAT?!” He turned around, to see Steven, shaking, looking at the sailor. Sighing, he slowly walked over to join him, knowing this must be attacking all of the logic sensors in his brain. Seeing everything Frozen, not the best for a Human’s mind. “He’s not in pain, Steven, if that is what you are wondering.”
“What happened to him…?”
“Time Freeze.” The Professor slowly walked to a nearby window, looking out at the gray sand. “Usually, when an event happens that goes against the timeline you know to be true, one event that completely modifies the universe, like a God destroying half the Population of the Universe, or a planet just completely shatters due to an invasion, The result is Alternative Time. Imagine it like a Paper cut, or some sort of low injury. Something that happens but can be moved on from and if you decide to if you have a Time Machine like myself. You can Fix.” He slowly looked back at his young companion, sighing. He returns to the sailor, and gets down to him, looking at the cold, dead eyes. “But there is something worse. Like if time cannot be moved past. Something so wrong and different to the timestream that time literally stops and freezes. Unmovable, unless the problem is fixed. That is Time Freeze.”
‘Unmovable….?”
“Yes. When the Timelines left, are all but catastrophic for everyone, the Universe freezes. Everything and everyone turn into this. I have only ever seen this happen, just a couple time…..3, at the Most.” The Professor slowly looked up to Steven. “We are looking at a Universe which has a broken bone and can’t function. We are the Doctors to fix that broken bone.” He quickly stands up, heading down the corridor. “Come along, Lesterfield! We have a diagnosis to give!”
Steven looked to the sailor, staring at the eyes again, before turning and following after the Professor, holding back his anger at again being called Lesterfield.
MEANWHILE……
The Room was Dark. The pillars laid smashed against the floor, pieces of them lined the floors, and draped around the great one. All that went through the mind of the great one was what they could do, what they should do, what they will do, but he fell silent. The screens around him were dark, all that surrounded them were uncertainty. Flashes of images of that Earth Female played again and again in the Great one’s mind, when the one they bound themselves to had betrayed them. The Man with White Hair. The Doctor. He had led her astray. All after her wish for them to leave was filled with pain. Smashing through something, and then again, their great ship was all but destroyed. He was the only one left to guard the Great One. He shall guard the Great One. He brought him here. He shall be victorious this time. This time, they shall help. They shall live.
EPISODE 2, PART 3: The Multiverse, As Dangerous As A Rattlesnake!
The two looked out at the landscape, standing on the deck of the airship. It was, breathtaking, in a sense. All around them the gray lights and the gray ships sat still in the air. The battle was frozen still, a Complete and utter tie on both sides. As they looked at the skies above, they could see them. Cannonballs and shells, flying every which way, unsure of what they are hitting and where. As the two slowly walked over to the front of the ship, they could finally see something alive. The Spinning top of the Pyramid, wanting to take off, but stuck to it’s frozen base. The outside of the top was also different than the base. Scrapes and burn marks lined the outside, and the tip of it was sanded down, like it had crashed into something.
“Oh my….” Steven said, looking at the state of the pyramid’s top. “That’s Quite some damage….It looks like one of the buildings from home, in a sense…..” The two chuckled.
“Yes, Well, if you had lived in some sort of space Egypt I would have agreed with you Steven. But I can see how you could see it like that.” The Professor smiled. “You’re learning. Wonderful!” The two smile, before returning their focus back to the Pyramid. “We have to get over there.”
Steven slowly looked down, looking at the sand. “Well, Professor, I understand that, but unless we can fly?......Um…..The ground does not seem soft, does it to you?”
The two peer back down at the sandy ground. He was right. The Sand had hardened up into a form of concrete, if that was a way down before it is not now. It would cause nothing but one long regeneration and a long conversation about how he can change. Slowly, the two looks around, trying to find pieces, or rope, or something! Something would be better than-
“Were there others, Professor?”
The Words hit like a Ton of bricks. The Professor stopped, slowly looking back to Lesterton. “What?”
“You were saying names in the TARDIS, Aurora, how she did this and that……Were there others?” Steven Smiled. “Just conversation, while we look.”
“Ah. Well the short answer is, yes. Yes there was. Wonderful people, Nice people. From My Research assistant to Aurora, to you.” The Professor smiled back. “You know, when you have lived as long as I have, you make some wonderful liveslong friends.” He smiled, before he disappeared under the wood. Misstep. The Professor yelled, Steven running for the hole, as they looked down. Wood chunks lay downward in a spiral, circling around where what looks like a burnt out shell spiraling down after it. The Professor, clinging onto a slab of wood, slowly look back up to his companion with a smile. “We found our way down.”
Meanwhile…….
The loud echoes of footsteps reverberated inside the Great One’s Chamber, as the Great One sat, thinking, exploring their surroundings, seeing what the point could be where they could show their strength. For a Moment, the Helper’s purpose seemed minuscule, almost faint. With him and the Great One as the only survivors of their journey, their might had fallen. But something caught the Great One’s attention. What could it be? He watched the cracked and sparking screens, as they kicked back on, all showing two men- No, Wait…..Impossible…..
“THEY HAVE COME.”
The Words plastered themselves over one of the screens, Dancing across them, like a feigning thought of the Great One, who, Who has come?!
The Great One slowly tilted his head back, getting a loud, long, and exasperated gasp of air, before returning his head back to normal position, the screens zooming in on the man with somewhat curly brown hair, the screens locking onto his every move, It’s head twitching a bit, before another word filled the screens.
“TIMELORD”……..
Back at the ship…..
The Two hopped down onto the sand, finally able to reach ground, as they finally were able to see the full gravity of the situation. 5 Airships, built and ready, were sailing towards the giant pyramid with the large bunker type weaponry. The ship furthest back was crashing into the sand, the wood exploding out like a bomb had hit not just it, but the sand. Two of the ships were hanging on by threads, split apart, but with the power of both of them they were like two smaller ships now, the front halves moving to crash themselves into the pyramid, and the back ends were continuing their fire power. Everything and everyone working together. Defeat the ones trying to destroy their home. Protect the world with everything they got.
“The Battle of the Dried Atlantic.” The Professor spoke. “Where 5 Ships from New York City Airbase rose to the challenge and swore that the evil ones who landed upon their world to drain the last of their water and life would fail here. It is a lovely tale of triumph…..Why would someone ruin it-AHHH!” The Professor screamed, grabbing his head, falling to the ground, shaking.
Steven ran over, grabbing him, trying to get him to calm down. “PROFESSOR!” He cried. “PROFESSOR! WHAT’S WRONG?!”
The Professor screamed again, before he was able to take a deep breath, shaking his head violently from one side to the other, slamming his hand down on the ground, before as soon as what ailed him arrived, it left, Leaving the Professor taking gasped breaths, holding his head, and his chest, leading the air enter his lungs fully before forcing it out.
“Oh…..” The gasped words seemed hard to understand, as he keeps breathing deeper and deeper, to get air back into his lungs. “Oh my…….That…..That’s…….” He coughs, getting the last bit of whatever hit him ebb away. “That was new……”
“But, but how…You started freaking out, Like you were having a Seizure….”
“Psychic attack….” The Professor slowly rubbed his head, moaning a bit, slowly returning to his feet. “I believe they now know we are here and very angry. Very, Very Angry…” He shook his head, looking at the spinning top of the pyramid. “Come along, Steven. We have to find out who our gracious guests are.”
Meanwhile……
The Great One almost rose from his chair in absolute rage. Something had gotten him angry; something had gotten him moving. It had sent him something to annoy him, to send him away. The Helper walked to his side, waiting for new orders. Standing in silence almost drove the helper mad. He was allowed to survive. He was allowed to live when he was thrown to the floor, and that split-second feel of absolute pain. He remembers it well. One moment, he was standing, alongside the Great One, waiting for a brand-new host to lead, when it came. The shivering. The Screaming. The Pain. The Helper dropped to the floor, holding his chest, keeping the pain within his boiling chest, when all around him the servants fell. They faltered. They failed the Great One.
“TIMELORD.”
The Word reformed on the screens, as well as the face of the man with the slightly curled brown hair. The Great One clenched the two posts in anger as he thought, taking another of his long-exasperated breaths. Finally, It was time to answer him.
“How would a Timelord Be here already, Great One? How would they know of our location so soon?” My haste to speak caught the great one’s attention. It seemed he was waiting for an answer to his words.
“NOT NORMAL TIMELORD.”
Those words were even more shocking. Not Normal? Not Normal? What could be not normal about a Timelord? He was a Timelord, what could possibly catch the Great One’s attention, how dare he hold himself in such a position….
“Not Normal, Great One, Leader to All? What could make a Timelord not normal?” The Helper’s view went back to the screen, looking at them with an almost jealous glare upon them, as new words began to form across the screen. Words that finally hit the gravity of the situation.
“WE ARE NOT HOME. WE HAVE LEFT OUR UNIVERSE, HELPER OF THE LEADER TO ALL. YET, A TIMELORD, HAS FOLLOWED US. THIS TIMELORD ESCAPED BARRIER, AS WE DID. HE IS UNIQUE.”
Back outside the Pyramid……
“Monks?” Steven looked at the Professor with a questioned look on his face. “Space Monks, who can control people’s thoughts and can control an entire Population with one person? I’m sorry, Was there something in that Chicken and Fries?”
“No, I am serious.” The Professor spoke, as the two walked closer and closer to the pyramid. “The Monks are known to be some form of Religious Cult. They believe only in the true power of the Great One, the Monk who sits in his throne all day making crazy prophecies and telling the Monks what to do. That’s how they try and conquer Planets for a Generation, Keeping the Family under their control, until the family dies out, they release the planet, and Move on.” They slowly move around a shell, impacted against the sand, the sand exploding around the shell like an atomic bomb.
Steven slowly walked along, running his hand along the holes left by the tiny grains of sand in the air. “So if these Monks are that dangerous, Yet they are……No, Wait…..How would they get here then?”
“Well if you wait, I will explain further. You see, The Monks made a Critical Error.”
“Critical Error?” The Two slowly hopped over some broken wood, which acted like a giant blade against the sand, burying itself mostly in the desert.
“Yes. They went after Earth. Long story short, they went after a Female that is protected by one of the most Heroic men I know. Quite amazing stories, all of them, surrounding him. He used her memory of her mother to wake up Earth, and due to that, the wish was for them to leave.”
“And that was it? Because of that, they ended up here? That seems a little far-Fetched….”
“Exactly…..Surely the Universal Barrier would have caught them first….”
The two slowly made their way up to the Pyramid. It looks old, almost ancient. Chipping brick pieces show holes, leading from within the inside walls. The Door inside looks blown in, crushed and ripped to shreds. Wires hang from the ceiling inside, stuck in a swinging motion, before they were frozen. The Professor slowly walked inside, looking around the pyramid passageway. It was a War inside as it was out. What look like three legged creatures lay scattered across broken pillars and smashed console, two were in the Process of being blown back by explosions of the consoles they were in front of.
“The Other side, you never know how they feel sometimes, in a war. You just look at your own side, or sometimes you see the pains of the other side.” He slowly looked to Steven, examining one of the consoles, running his hand along the controls. “I once fought in a war, you know. Many wars…..But one sparked them all.”
“Wait…..Really?” Steven slowly looked to him. “You’re a Veteran of a war?”
The Professor nodded, sitting on a Pillar knocked over from one of the blasts. “Very much so, Yes. A Very long time ago. I don’t like talking about it like some people, knowing that you fought in a war on the side that basically tried to eliminate all life EVERYWHERE and become the only living beings due to the guidance of a former great Timelord turned insane lunatic? Yeah, not the best thing to sing to the Universe. First Chance I got, I took myself and my TARDIS and ran after I found out. I was not the only one, but I knew they couldn’t get to me…..” The Professor slowly looked to one of the screen viewing the outside, looking at it, staring through it like a window, losing self in thought.
“Professor?”
“Hmm?” The Professor slowly looked back to his worried companion, giving a little forced smile, then rising back up, looking around the destroyed control room of the pyramid.
“Right. Well. Ok then. Let’s find out exactly what is causing the Problems….”
“Problem, Timelord?”
The Two quickly turned to the center of the control center. A lean looking figure, with a very burned and disfigured face, lumps formed across his hands, and his fingernails seemed to have grown out. His robes, once looking royal and historic, now were full of holes and tears, barely hanging on by re-stitching and patches.
“No, Not a Problem. A Rescuer. For we shall make sure that Everything shall heal. All has been seen, and foretold, by the Great One. As with your arrival…….Professor. The Multiversal Meddler.”
EPISODE 2, PART 4: The Multiverse, As Fierce As A Lion
The Professor slowly walked up to the creature, his eyes narrowing as he walked up closer. The anger was visible on his face as he stared into the sulken eyes of the beast, before he gave his response.
“Monk.” The Professor looked, raising a finger close to it’s face. “How in all of the Seven Continents of Gallifrey did you get outside the Universe? There is no possible way you could have survived the Universal Barrier….” The Monk began to smirk, looking at the Professor’s face.
“I was the one deemed worthy enough to travel with the Great One. We survived the Great Pain Surge as we traveled to this world. Soon, we shall leave our home, and the Great One shall ask for the world to forgive and lead the world into a better place.”
The Professor raised his eyebrow, looking at the Monk. “The Great Pain Surge?”
“We were flung from the Planet Earth at a Remarkable Speed. The Monks were clinging onto the very pillars keeping our Pyramid together. We believed that we would land on a far away planet, continue our lives, until the Great Pain Surge. We hit something on our Pilgrimage. For a Brief Second, the world changed. Death spread across the Pyramid. Pain Spread among the Non-Believers. By the Time we reached into open space, It was just myself and the Great One, his majesty having survived the ordeal without feeling any of the pain which ravaged us.” The Monk slowly gave a Smirk, his face almost gleeful at the prospect. “When I rose from the ground, it was just me. I survived the Test given to us, to protect the Great One, to lead the new Sect of Monks in honor of the Great One!”
Steven watched as the Monk’s eyes darted left to right, unable to focus on someone as close as the Professor to him. They kept darting, like they were racing each other. He almost shivered, walking up to the Timelord. “Professor…” He spoke, trying to keep his voice down. “What’s happened to him….”
“His mind has almost completely fallen apart….” The Professor responded, watching as the Monk began to pace, talking to himself, thinking about something, the words “Service” and “Timelord” The only audible words in his speech.
“But How?”
‘If you hit what was effectively a wall at 24 thousand Miles per millisecond, What would you think would happen?”
Steven’s jaw dropped, looking back at the pacing Monk, it’s hands twitching as it kept talking to itself. “2…..24 Thousand Miles a Millisecond…..? That does not sound healthy in any sense of the word….”
“It doesn’t, when you start realizing that the rest of the Monks they were with were completely vaporized when they hit the barrier, leaving whatever was able to escape through…..He’s lucky losing his mind was all that happened to him….” The Professor slowly looked back to the Monk, straightening his jacket. “Why are you here, Monk, You come to collect us?”
The Monk turned to them, grinning an almost crooked smile as his head tilts back and forth. “Of course, Timelord. We must all face the Great One in time. It is now your turn.”
All around them, the room began to get brighter, a pulsing white light filling the room. Steven and the Professor quickly covered their eyes, Steven himself trying to back away, to try and get a view or something, away from the blinding lights that were caused by who knows what. As quickly as the light arrived, however, it disappeared, and the setting changed. Pillars laid smashed against the floor. Screens hanging on by simple wiring. One entire side of the screen ceiling is completely smashed to bits, like something clawed at it in it’s final moments before collapsing into dust. Entire passageways around them are collapsed, hands sticking out of the rocks, where less fortunate Monks were unable to reach the Great One’s Chamber. In the Center, sat an even older Monk, in perfect condition, staring forward, silent, wrapped in a simple robe, and his eyes almost locked forward, before they begin to roll, his head turning slightly to the right.
“Great One!” The Monk quickly spoke. “Do not break your composure for this Timelord! Surely you cannot think-“He fell silent, as the Great One slowly rose his hand, holding a finger for silence. The Helper nodded and hurried out down the only corridor not collapsed by their journey. The Professor slowly looked to the Great One, giving a glare across his face.
“So then. You must be the “Great One”.” The Professor paced a bit around the chair, making a circle, before stopping right in front of the Leader Monk. “You are no Father of Akhaten, Fenric, or even a False Prophet. Stand and talk to the court, if you think you are some sort of deity like you claim.”
The Great One sat silently, his head slowly turning back to the Professor. It felt like it was trying to stare directly into the Professor’s soul, to see what was waiting for it to use. However, what shocked them both was when it’s Mouth began to move.
“You are the Famous Professor…..Correct…?” Its voice was stale. The Words felt caked in nearly 300 years, or even more, of Dust. His very voice sounded old, but still in a commanding tone. The Great One slowly turned to Steven, its sulked eyes becoming visible, but just barely, under layers of dried folded skin near its eyes. “Which would make him your Companion……Wouldn’t it, Child….?” Steven almost shivered, his back feeling cold, like ice had formed along it in a flash. The Great One slowly tilted his head back and forth, audible cracks could be heard from the Monk’s neck. “You would be…..Steven Lesterton……Correct….?”
The Professor slowly walked closer, the Great One slowly turned back to him, it’s neck popping and cracking with every second. “Don’t you dare try to control him like you do the others.” The Professor spoke, anger lining his words. “I should have known more about you when you showed up on Earth. Tell me, When were you going to tell them that you are nothing but hacks and liars, or were you just planning on letting them live the lie until you decided it was enough and left?”
“The Feelings….The emotions…….were all in place…..already….Before we landed…” The Great One took in a long breath, looking back to Steven, giving a slight smirk, audible cracking coming from it’s lips. “We just…..came in……working on the Human planet…….We just offered them…….What they wanted to hear……And they accepted….”
“What do you mean….” The Professor looked at him, interested at what he had to say, but the look of anger was still plastered all over his face.
The monk begins to smirk wider, the cracking echoes louder and louder as his lips form the shape. “We saw the world……Ripe for our sect of Monks to use as our home of Religion…….So we had to take them, to create our world…..” He slowly began to rise from his chair of sorts, looking back to Steven again. “Your people are so easy to fool……Steven……Lesterton…..”
The Professor slowly moved closer to the Great One. “…..So the Deadly virus, The thing that you all came here in the first place to stop….”
“…..Humans are afraid…..Of what they do not know……..Surely you know this as well, Professor…..” The Great One slowly pushed onto one of the pedestals, showing a picture of the man who was trapped inside the quarantine back on earth. “All we had to do……was just create the Problem and set things up just as we needed…….”
The Professor slowly walked even closer; his anger began to boil. “So the Virus…..the man trapped inside….?”
The Monk looked, slowly nodded. “Nothing but smoke……..Poor we had to destroy and eliminate that Human for the ploy to work…….Along with those three leaders when they surrendered the Planet……No…..No, it had to come from the Doctor’s Companion…..” He Chuckled, the Professor’s fists began to ball up, looking at the Great One.
“And the Doctor’s eyesight healing…..The thing that sparked you taking over the planet in the first place….”
The Monk chuckled. “He was the final trick……to make them believe that what we speaked……was the truth. Timelords, as you know, have a……part of their brain, ready to heal and fix debilitating injuries upon their person if one occurs….”
“Yes, I know this.” The Professor looked at him with pure rage. “That doesn’t explain how you GAVE HIM BACK HIS EYESIGHT, so I would rather know that tiny bit of INFORMATION!”
“When we ran the simulations……We had to know….who would best be used…..to take over the planet….Who we could use for the promise….” The Great One began to pace, his very bones cracking from underuse. His very body waking up from the long slumber he had to endure. “When we focused….on the Doctor’s Female Companion…..It was necessary that he still have a problem that we would be there to fix….” He laughed. “We were overjoyed….to learn that the Doctor was facing a temporary loss of sight….His body beginning to heal his eyes….by the glow…..All we had to do was stunt it, just long enough….Thanks to the group we had…..and then we waited for our plan to operate….”
“All those people, all that history, everything that you did in front of them for months…..You did that just because you wanted the DAM PLANET, and all you wanted was a Populace to BELIEVE LIKE YOU WERE GODS?!”
“All Prophets needs people…..to believe in them, do they not…..Professor?” The Great One laughed, almost like he had won before even throwing a punch. “And now…..Just like Earth before it, We shall take over this world….We shall offer them “peace” in tern of servitude…..” The Great One turned to Steven. “Tell me, Steven……..I can feel it……I can sense it in your very mind…..You grow angry, you grow resentful……seeing this world so much better as the one from your home….If you take the Promise…….Ask us for help……You can stay here………we can make this planet be like your home…..”
Steven’s eyes narrowed, walking up to the ancient being, looking at the sullen eyes of the being. “Don’t. Don’t you even dare. I am not meek, or mild, or something that you can just wrap your hands around and play me like one of your puppets. You have no way of knowing what I have been through, and you have some nerve saying that WHERE I CAME FROM, the world I watched collapse and fall apart over 10 years is ANYWHERE NEAR as good as this world, that you are trying to ruin because you want some feeling of power over others. You know what I say to that?” Steven quickly punched the being in the jaw, sending him back, hitting over one of the pedestals he gripped onto, sending sparks flying everywhere, the Great One slowly turning to the human, with deep rage and hatred.
The Professor looked to his companion, his eyes wide a bit, slowly walking over. “Nice shot….”
The Great One slowly rose from the floor, his nails beginning to spark, as he glared at the two invaders. “We….have traveled…..too far from our home…..to give up on our divine plan…Enough of these games…..” His nails kept sparking, as he slowly raised his hands. “Enough…. ENOUGH OF THIS! -“
And then the light change. The Dark red lights clicked on, warning sirens began to ring, alarms began to blare. The Great One’s look turned to that of fear, as his eyes looked to the broken pedestal, sparks still flying out from the bottom. “Wh….What have you done….?”
The Professor raised an eyebrow, as he slowly looked down in the hole left by the pedestal, and his eyes ballooned. “Oh, Steven…..Maybe I should take back my words….”
“Why…..Professor, What’s wrong…..?” Slowly, Steven joined the Timelord, looking down the hole he left in the floor. Through the sparks and the torn wires, sat what looked like a small device, a crystal, with white bars wrapped around it while bolts of lightning shoot what seem to be panels of steel, almost constantly feeding the shop power….but something seems wrong. The Bolts are light blue, almost white, the steel is starting to melt, sparks flying from behind the panels.
“You just knocked off the controls…..and had them stuck at it’s highest setting…..” The Professor slowly pulls him back, trying to keep Steven calm, making sure they were backing up for the open corridor. “Starflight Photon Drive…….Oh that is not good…..Not good at all….”
“What do you mean…..Professor, please, tell me….” Sparks went flying around the hole, blue bolts flying out, hitting the screens, causing them to erupt and explode, The two have backed away to the door, ready to run, The Great One frantically trying to shut off the drive.
“What have you…….What have you done……..” The Great One’s panicked hands tries to shut off the drive, as sparks rain out from the bottom of the pedestal, burning a couple of the wires left inside it. It begins to shake, holding it’s chest as it tries to work on the pedestal’s controls again and again, clutching it’s chest as more and more sparks rain down from the screens.
Steven tries to take a step forward, but the Professor grabs his wrist before he takes another. “I know what you are thinking.” He said, looking at the teenager’s worried looks.
“His very body is failing without the regulation of the drive. We saw a science experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong….”
“We can’t just leave him, Professor…….There could…..” Steven looks at the Great One, his other hand frantically working on the controls, glaring up at the two.
“We can’t, Steven…..He wasn’t supposed to live when he hit the barrier. It was a rarity that he and his helper did. If you notice, His helper is no longer here as well…..The Universe has found it’s way in. To Fix the Problem. We have to get out of here. Or else we will be caught in it too.”
The two looked to each other, then look to the Great One and his frantic movements, as they hurry off down the corridor, as a final bolt fires from the hole, followed by a big bright white light.
Steven’s eyes began to flutter, as the warm golden light hit against the wood of the airship, his eyes beginning to open, looking around him. Color has returned to the airship, sailors rushing past him, cheering echoing upstairs, the windows open…..and the Professor is standing at one of them, looking out. “Professor…..?”
He quickly looks back, smiling a bit. “Well Hello there, Sleepy-Head, good to see you actually woke up. And perfectly ok at that, everything is wonderful! Good thinking, Lesterfield!”
“Professor…..” Steven pinched his nose a bit in frustration, sighing a bit. “Did we make it? Is it gone?”
The Professor grinned, looking out the window. “Of course! We would still be back in the Pyramid if we didn’t, and believe me, I would rather not have a regeneration where my entire body is being rebuilt molecule by molecule…..Starflight Photon Drives are quite the nasty buggers….”
Steven slowly rose up, walking to the window. There sat the Pyramid, as the battle resumed, it’s entire top blown off in what looks like a shell blast, completely removing any remains of what was there, if there was any that would be left to see. “It’s…..It’s almost vaporized…..”
“Almost, being the relative term. You see, sometimes our mark on stories is as small as this. Sometimes we have to interact with the very stories, thus changing them but fixing them in the view of the universe.” The Professor slowly looked out, peering at the pyramid, as a white flag begins to rise from it. “Starbright called it Relative Flux. Stories are never finished being told when they are written. They can be changed and morphed in their universes, and a new version of the tale is born, yet the old one remains. It never ends, which is why I love traveling in the Multiverse so much. Everything is different. Nothing is the exact same.” He smiled a bit, looking to Steven, before guiding him back for the TARDIS. “You know, Steven, I believe you will be just right for this. I only say that for a few.” He grinned. “Now then. With this business taken care of, and with a Universe in safety, I must ask. Where to next?”
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