Theodore asked about the Council and Raan informed him that they're busied now, meetings as usual, they started an hour before they got there, and won't reconvene for the evening until the next.
Raan instinctively noticed the uncomfortableness in Theodore, telling him the Council can't do anything to him without a trial, and they know they can't win against him. He's allowed his own personal council to fight for him, like anyone else.
Even they knew better than to mess with the laws.
"But I'm sure you're not here for anything of that nature," Raan summed the extent of Theodore's visit and he admitted that he needed parts for fixing the machine that his father took.
As per their nature, the TARDIS had no name, just a machine, nothing more, the only reason it had one's because of his father.
Curious, Raan asked about it, and Theodore said it came back into his life after leaving some time ago after his father sent it away.
"I'd never heard of a machine with a mind of its own," Raan found it interesting that the TARDIS had a level of sentience, something unheard of in their society, and Theodore responded he's unsure of the extent, but he knows it desperately needed repairs. They're fortunate it survived this long as it has, but that time's coming to an end.
Nodding, her golden looped earrings bobbing in the silent breeze, Raan mentioned that it wasn't in the best condition when the Council voted to send it for scrapping.
They thought it a waste of time, wanting to harvest the precious metals from the machine just before they destroyed it completely, but the intrepid Medie intervened and stole it from the scrapyard on that faithful day.
"Are there any more like it?" Lila inquired if there's any more, but Raan replied Medie's was the last one, the rest destroyed when the Council saw little interest continuing the project.
The cumbersome nature prevented them from destroying it sooner, but Raan pointed out that it proved beneficial.
She doubted the Council even realized the machine worked, despite languishing in the scrapyard for so long.
Only when Medie stole it was when they finally realized it worked, they didn't know what to do with that fact, but Raan speculated that the Council would've remained against keeping it intact.
"I don't suppose you know what became of the parts, do you?" Theodore inquired if Raan knew what happened after the Council sanctioned the destruction of the machines.
Shrugging her stout shoulders, Raan replied that she doesn't know exactly, but it wouldn't surprise her if the Council simply had them stripped and reused elsewhere.
Frowning, Theodore sheepishly asked if Raan knew where to start and the Time Lady pointed him towards...
Neither can say it outwardly, but shorthand, Raan told them that they ought to ask Layne, he's known to keep the intact components from the scrapped machines, of course Theodore needed to convince him, Layne's possessive over the parts since he gotten his hands on them through sheer luck.
Even the Council couldn't convince him to turn them over for other uses, he's set in his ways, and they can't do much to compel him, because of his seniority.
Raan doesn't know if he's willing to share them with Theodore, but she thinks once Layne hears how Theodore wanted to fix the machine, perhaps he'll help him. He never saw the machines intact, only the remains.
"He's taken to the library these days, perhaps you'll find him there," Raan recommended Theodore and Lila check there first, Layne's probably looking for schematics for whatever drew his attention today. Doubtful there's any for the machines, the Council had them destroyed once they deemed the machines useless.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanfictionIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...