We've seen the many journeys of Neas, the Gladiator of Gallifrey, across the Infinite DC. But what about their father, Aznavorian the Tinkerer? What journeys have these men and women led in, around, and outside the lives of Neas? The incarnations of...
"You're going to love Wakanda, Craig!" Rania proclaimed as she landed her TARDIS in the intended destination. "The people, the technology, the cities..." She was filled to the brim with excitement, hugging her body and softly sighing. "I haven't been there in many regenerations – not since I called myself 'Skeeta Jenkins'."
"Skeeta Jenkins?" Craig reacted to the intriguing name. "Have I met him?"
"You probably have and never knew it was me the whole time," Rania smirked. "I...Skeeta was even made 'Wakandan Ambassador' – an easy feat for a man who could easily pass for Wakandan himself. I think I still have my credentials." She reached into the left back pocket of her olive-green jeans, retrieving the wallet that contained the psychic paper that she kept.
She showed it to Craig, who frowned and responded, "It says that you're bald."
Rania snickered in embarrassment, stroking her fingers through her long, luscious dark brown locks. "Neither do I look very Wakandan. Worst case scenario would be if the locals think that I'm some privileged tourist or arms dealer." Genuinely concerned from the latter possibility, she asked Craig, "I don't look like an arms dealer, do I?"
Craig shrugged. "What kind of person deals with arms? It sounds gross."
"You have no idea, hon," Rania giggled, playfully rubbing Craig's head.
The travelers proceeded onward, exiting from the orb-shaped Type-X TARDIS and trekking across the savannah landscape. Halfway across, however, Rania started to detect something peculiar about the climate.
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"It's a lot colder than it should be." She pilfered a golf ball-sized rock from off the ground, sniffing it. "Doesn't smell like 21st century. More like...late Miocene...which would roughly put us..." Her dark emerald eyes flared in realization. "...four million years early!"
"Four million years?!" Craig exclaimed in shock. "Does that mean we'll run into dinosaurs?!"
"Nah," Rania tossed the rock aside, dusting off her hands. "Just the usual snakes, lizards, and turtles you've seen in the Creek."
"Snakes are still pretty creepy," Craig shivered.
Rania chuckled. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I got the right place, but the wrong time. Probably the wrong dimension, too. Let's head back to the TARDIS and try ag—"
They turned to make their way back to the TARDIS but were suddenly barred by a hominin. In one paw, it carried a fresh meaty piece from its latest kill; in the other, it carried the weapon of choice – a rib bone. Savagely, it waved the bone in the air while roaring in the faces of Rania and Craig.
Craig hid behind Rania in fear. "Is that...a gorilla?" he gulped.
"It most certainly is," Rania verified with a hint of fascination. "One of the earliest hominins, in fact."
