Prologue

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  • Dedicated to my Whovian cousins
                                    

A man sat at the head of a conference table, his chair turned away from a videochat with his crew. Their ship was on a lonely planet, refueling and plotting. This man was about to tell them their new plan.

"Here's the deal. As you all know, we recently completed Operation Boy Band, driving the twenty-first century humans insanely in love with the foolish males or just insane at their atrocious music. We've only been on small missions like that lately, but now we're going to do something big." Here the man paused for effect, swiveling around to face his attentive listeners. "We, the crew of the One True Teselecta, are starting a new mission: Operation Moffat."

"It's long been our goal to defeat the Doctor. He claims to do good, but think of how many genocides he has committed! How many almost genocides! And I shan't even mention how many times he has probably thought about it."

"The Doctor has no regard for universal law. He married a wanted criminal. He stole from a museum for his own personal gain. He treats the universe like a playground, gallivanting around like some mad five year old. His personality is unpredictable. How can we let this... this... this psychopath be the hero of the universe? How can we let him be the one everyone turns to in troubled times?" the man spat this speech out passionately.

"We can't!" cried an officer.

"That so called Doctor has got to be stopped!" proclaimed a particularly wordy engineer.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" a midshipman exclaimed, and the crew erupted into an enthusiatic roar.

The man - the Captain, actually - got up from his chair, placing his hands firmly on the table. He leaned forward, looking into the camera, and issued an order.

"To your stations! Get ready for takeoff!" he said authoritatively. "Operation Moffat has begun!"

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