Hello. My name is Berlin Song. Quite an odd name, you might think, as it consists of only two nouns. In my life, which is also quite odd, I require no more than two names as an identity. In fact, the majority of people that have known me, in my seventeen years of life, have referred to me as 14031501, which so happens to be the code imprinted on the plain grey jumpsuit given to me by my home. I live in StormCage Containment Facility. No, I am not a criminal. According to the records here, I was born to one. I, of course, do not consider her a criminal. This is because the man she murdered happens to be roaming the universe as we speak. Her 20,000 consecutive life sentences might however convince someone else of her guilt. So there is my mother. My father, however, is the person my mother "murdered." He calls himself the Doctor and I have never met him. He is the last survivng Gallifreyan Time Lord. I am a Gallifreyan Human hybrid. You now have what is a relatively accurate summary of my existence.
"Berlin," I heard my mother whisper. My eyes fluttered open. I looked round in the dark, surprised. My mother had not waken me from my sleep in a long time. I was slightly concerned.
"Get up and get dressed now!" she ordered. I was scared. I had never heard that tone of voice but there was no doubt to it. She was scared as well.
I dressed quickly, and hurriedly followed my mother throught the facility, taking a route I did not know.
We arrived at a locked door, which she opened with a key that looked suspiciously similar to the key my friend, Russel Charleston the guard, most often keeps on his belt.
Only upon entering the small room, which I made out to be storage, did I register the tattered state of my mother's jumpsuit.
She grabbed a small object off of the highest shelf, which resembled a leather wristband with a computer interface. I racked my memory momentarily and gasped as I realized what it was. I was unsure of the existence of this Time Vortex Manipulator. My mother had told me about it but never before had she assured me of its existence.
"To use this," she said carefully, "You must put in coordinates. There are two sets. One is the space coordinates and one is the the coordinates."
I nodded, listening intently.
"The coordinates for Earth," she continued, "Are already entered. To go there, where you can find your Godmother Vastra, you must only enter the last coordinate - a three."
And with those words, she strapped the device to my wrist and gave me a hug. I was still in shock, which only worsened when she held a up a Vortex Manipulator of her own. She quickly handed me a small metal device, as if it were an afterthought, then flashed out.
I stuck the seven inch long rod, for which I had discerned no obvious use, into my pocket and tightened the straps on my wrist as a huge boom echoed through the halls.
The sounds of guards and prisoners running, guns firing and more explosions shocked me from my silence.
StormCage was under attack.
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The Berlin Song Chronicles: Saving StormCage
FanfictionThe Doctor and Professor Song conceive a child. The child is born and lives his life in StormCage Containment Facility. Now the prison is under attack and Berlin Song is thrust into 19th century England. What does he do?
