Minisode - A New Life....

 Minisode - A New Life...

    Silence. Nothing by silence echoed upon the dead Orphan Planet as the suns began to peak over the burned orange and grey hills. A long time ago, this planet went by a different name. A planet with a history, a dark secret, wars that carved it's own heroes and it's own stories out of the desolation and led to the birth of a civilization to rival some of the Old Ones of the Universe. This planet, with it's destroyed citadel, it's ruined homes, it's burning mountains, it's fractured ground, it's lifeless husk.....It was once called by the name of Gallifrey. The planet of the Timelords, a scavenger race that crawled and fought it's way to each and every discovery it made and fought wars to take what it wished or protect what it created. Now however, there were only 20 left. 20 timelords left. In the entirety of the universe, from this Gallifrey, twenty of it's sons and daughters were all that was left that once called this place home.

    It was shocking then to have one return, to this barren wasteland. A TARDIS, sitting on one of those mountains which used to have so much snow and life before it, underneath the dead husk of a tree that could rival the tree of Life, with it's spiraling branches and glowing bark of jewels, as a man slowly walked out, with a chair, sitting it onto the bank of the tree and looking out at the Citadel with this look of loneliness. Several lives and faces ago he swore never to return to the planet he once called home. He couldn't take what could have been said, what he would be blamed for, the beliefs and customs of what he had discovered to be the most well-known scavenger race of the Dark Times. He came back however, because of one thing. When he was told. When he had seen the destruction and devastation of the Death Particle, another's attempt at building a bioweapon to wipe out another's foes clean off of the map. War never changes, it just adapts, it just evolves over the years as new technologies and new civilizations adapt and evolve to add their genius, this man thought.

    Who was this man, this son of Gallifrey to return to his home after so long away? Many knew him only by one name. A name he chose, so long ago, when during his studies of the multiverse, he grew weary and tired of the death and destruction that plagued them. That the faceless and the voiceless in the stories many of us revel and believed in needed something to believe in, or at least help them tell their own stories. This man's name was the Professor, and he was dying.

    As the Professor clawed his way into the chair, holding his side from a lightning wound, his already ailing and aged form barely holding itself together as it was, he looked upon the devastation of his home planet, with the sunrise slowly beginning to rise higher and higher into the sky.

    "It was only ever going to end one way..." He spoke to himself. "It..." He moaned, holding his side as he laid back in the chair. "Our home was only ever going to go one way. Because like it or not, we are quite stubborn....." Both he and his TARDIS chuckled at that, as he moaned again, pulling his hand away slightly, even in the air bubble put up in the TARDIS shield, he could slightly feel the warmth of the Gallifreyan suns on his face, the sun glistening on what remained of the dome of the citadel. 

    "It was so beautiful, so long ago...Sitting up here with Star, seeing the world around us blossom outwards..." He moaned again, his hand dropping slowly, pointing to the ground. "It was...peaceful, back then..." As his eyes gazed upon the sunrise, the familiar glow of regeneration energy began to take hold around him. Glowing a familiar orange and white tint that lit up the ground around him, free of any shadows. "I wonder...How different I'll be...this time round..." At those words, the Professor slowly turned his head, slightly to the side, as the regeneration energy covered his form, glowing brighter and brighter to match the Gallifreyan sunrise.