Season 2 of the 8th Protector's wacky, weird, and wonderful adventures from the fringes of the whoniverse!
The Protector is a Doctor Who spinoff character I created and have used in other places since 2013. These stories do not feature the Doctor an...
Far in the outer reaches of space lie a domain not even the most experienced spacer dare travel. This region was devoid of stars, therefore of light and heat. This, by no means, meant it was empty. It gained a reputation as one of the deadliest regions to traverse in all of known space. This region would become known as the Dread Sector. Meanwhile, the Caretaker remained blissfully unaware of this sector as he resumed his usual travels...
As he relaxed in the comfort of his Tardis, The Caretaker reclined in his chair in the library while trying to catch up on some reading he's been putting off. The comfort of the fire next to him, it was all perfect. There was no more cause for concern over another attack against the multiverse, no sudden Dalek invasion, and there certainly was no need to stop yet another rogue timelord from destroying the Earth. He'd take a sip from his cup and flip to the next page.
The TARDIS would begin to rumble as it was forcefully thrust into the vortex. The controls of the TARDIS locked up, and he was set for a destination unknown to him.
Knocked out from his chair, his cup crashing onto the floor as its contents slipped across the floor, The Caretaker immediately jumped onto his feet and made a mad dash to the console. He jumped to every panel, trying to control the chaos while trying to figure out the problem. "What's happening? What's gotten into you!?" He'd exclaim, flipping every knob and switch he could. The Tardis was still being dragged somewhere in space and time. Wherever it was, The Caretaker did not want to deal with it. Not now.
The TARDIS arrived with an abrupt stop, jolting the Caretaker a bit. All that was left was to see where he'd been taken.
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"We've stopped? Why have we stopped?" He'd asked to himself. The Caretaker would switch on the view projector, trying to see where he had landed. It was nothing but static which frustrated him. "Alright then..." He said, stepping down from the console while putting on his hat. "We'll have to do this the old fashioned way." The Caretaker would approach the doors of his Tardis, opening them up to peer into the outside.
He had arrived in some sort of station. It almost seemed like a court room, but everything in the room was all white. There was an audience gathered, and a woman looking down at him from a high platform.
"Finally. The last one we've been waiting for." She said.
"What is the meaning of this? I'll have you know that you are in violation of the Shadow Proclamation!" He said, stepping from out of his Tardis and into the court room. "So what's all this for then, huh? Gonna put on a show?"
