The Doctor And The Voiceless

Voxys an-Liath and the whispers

On the planet Shar-thru there is a writer who gets his inspiration from a very peculiar source,

Namely, the temporal schism of the time lords. During the last TimeWar the time lords saw fit to save the schism by releasing it from its place and placing it in a Gallifreyan stasis pod to subsequently set it adrift in space. After the TimeWar had passed after the Doctors had placed Gallifrey in its own part of the universe, safe from attacks the schism was all but forgotten. The Time lords could not reach it and the Doctor thought it lost with the rest of the planet.

In his normal routine Voxys an-Liath would go for a walk in the woods near his village. Here, he would find inspiration for his writing. One day, while on this walk, he noticed a shimmer in the distance. Curious he set off to find out what this shimmer was. What he found went far beyond his imaginings.

He accidentally found the stasis pod, beaten and broken from its journey and eventual crash on the planet.

Now, you have to understand, the Shar-thruans are not an advanced species and their arts and imaginings show this. Usually, they would write about the creatures they found or the plants they studied. Curious to the bone but not yet advanced enough to understand the vastness of what he had found Voxys set to work prying open the crashed pod to see what was inside.

Soon his head started filling with images and stories out of his world. He heard whispers of far off places hidden behind the vale of darkness above his head. He worked ever so hard getting through to what was inside the pod, not stopping for what seemed to be days. After his labor was done, what he saw was beyond his belief. It changed him truly and deeply.

The blue and white whirlpool within the stone circle would tell him wondrous things about metal men, smoke creatures and fire and ice. Soon though, the whispers started changing, it came gradually, promises of great advancements, a greater intelligence for all of Shar-thru. Through the Schism, as these whispers would call this whirlpool, they would bestow upon Voxys a great power. Everything he were to write would come to be.

Soon after Voxys had written up great advances in the sciences and even greater riches for himself. Even following the whispers and creating technology unseen before on Shar-thru. It was truly a golden age for the Shar-thruans. A Humanoid race with elflike features. Pointed ears, long slender bodies and fair skin.

~"Voxysss..."~ ~"Voxyssss..."~ ~Wake up, Voxysss..."~ ~"It is time Voxysss..."~ A loud crash "VOXYS!" The last part echoes on in his mind as he awakens from his slumber. "What?!" Voxys replies, knowing it was his time to write again. They wanted him to write more and more, the whispers, as he had come to know them, they wanted him to write more and more, urging him. Not much life has been left for Voxys to lead for himself. Every waking minute he spends writing up new and more splendid machinery.

He has created electricity, devices for lighting the darkness, machinery to divine what the weather will be like, machines for transportation and eventually even machines for teleportation. But never machines that would take his people to outer space. Space, another word Voxys got from the whispers. It is what is beyond the dark vale above. Vast amounts of space, with more planets like Shar-thru, yet different. Even though this piqued his interest, the Whispers had forbidden him to try and go there for the great dangers out there would give him and his people tremendous problems.

Destruction and mayhem would ensue the whispers had told him. Warned him.

~"You must write Voxysss..."~ the voices told him ~"Write about usss..."~ ~"Write about our great intelligence, write like you would write about any man. Give us features like your own. Yet different. We must come to be in your world to further help you Voxysss..."~

Thus it was spoken, thus shall it be. Voxys wrote about the Whispers.

;The Whispers look as though from this world, yet they are imbued with a Greater Intelligence.

;They, coming from within the Temporal Schism, bring us wisdom and great knowledge.

; With their bodies, as lean and fair as our own, with ears, pointed at one end they shall walk among us

;Their skin, fair and slightly darkened.

;They shall be known to all as the Men who Whisper.

And thus it came to pass, coming from the pages a swirling black and white cloud came and formed the bodies of 13 bodies, all similar in build the first to form looked as though from Shar-thru, as it formed, the features came. An older man, perhaps to portray the wisdom of the Men who Whisper in a black suit of unknown fabric. A high tube like brimmed hat on his head. His eyes showed kindness towards Voxys.

"Now, for the others" he said in a voice unlike the whispers he had heard coming from the Schism.

The rest of the bodies formed faster, without the distinct features of face visible. Those were hidden in what seemed to be pure white masks. All in the same clothing as the first.

~"The return of the Whispermen"~ the twelve masked figures said in unison. No mouth moving Voxys only heard this in his head. As he had heard them so many times before coming from the schism.

"And ofcourse me" the first spoke. "You may call me G.I. Or. As I have been called The Greater Intelligence"

500 years later, Shar-thru, thriving. Great leaps in society were made. High rise buildings surrounded by acres of land and farms pocking that land here and there. These farms built from concrete and glass, 12 great cities flying above, the skies sometimes darken with their vastness. Massive spires to dock these flying cities. Completely self-sustaining to a point. Each 4 months they must dock to regain the power of the atom. Each city is headed by a whisperman, the cities below know their master to be the Greater Intelligence. Shar-thru, transformed in 500 years, had never known wars, small disputes were dissolved by talking them out. There was enough room for everyone. Now, the population booming with people running back and forth to go about their business. Some scholars, others farm and yet more build and design. Scientists working on prolonging life had already prolonged the lifespan of the Shar-thruans by a factor of 10. Which is to say, the average lifespan had lengthened to a thousand years. Voxys heads the worlds Timefind Society. Which sole purpose was to study the Temporal Schism for a certain individual and his adventures. Making sure he never came to their world. For that, G.I. had foretold, would be disastrous. Following his stories, of this man who calls himself "The Doctor" proved what the G.I. had said. The man went around under the guise of helping people while leaving worlds overturned, he had even destroyed his own homeworld. Unfound throughout the ages of the universe. It is that world they searched for aswell. To thank them for the Schism that had been sent from there. But to no avail. The world of the Timelords, known as Gallifrey had either been destroyed or hidden.

"We have tried to find the planet of Gallifrey, good sir, but it seems to have been destroyed" Voxys told the G.I. "Don't be a fool" came the reply "Of course it is still out there somewhere, at the explosion for which all the Doctors helped no debris was left. None whatsoever. Do you think, when a planet explodes it is normal to have no debris what so ever?"

"No sir, I do not" Voxys said "We shall keep searching."

Months pass with no luck. Until a familiar sound came to Voxys' ears. He had heard this sound in his darkest schism fueled dreams. To some this sound would mean hope, but Voxys had seen and heard only the bad. Only the worst of what the man had done. Now, the Tardis was landing, in his own backyard. What should he do?

As the doors open the Doctor steps out. "Ah yes, I see the Temporal Schism as reformed this world with advances, they have gone way to far too fast, No More" he says.

"Voxys, isn't it? Mister An-Liath, we have a problem"