The History of the Last Great Time War

Doctor No More

             "Well hello there! I'm the Doctor, and I'm here to help!", happily said the Doctor looking around the severely damaged ship,"What is your emergency?"

"What the- how did you get on my ship?", alarmingly asked Cass, the young freedom fighter who was in the trapped ship.

"I'm the Doctor!"

"So?!"

"Well, it appears that you are going to crash soon!", replied the Doctor, while playing holo-chess.

After a long argument and explanation, Cass decided to accept his help. But before she let him in the cockpit, she curiously asked,"Are you from Earth?"

"Er...No. I'm from Gallifrey!", responded the Doctor.

"What?! You! Get off this ship! You Time Lords and Daleks have no difference! You killed my family and slaughtered my planet!", raged the distressed Cass, unholstering her makeshift pistol, based on the Mauser, a human handgun,"Get out, or I'll shoot!"

"No No No No, you don't understand, I'm different! I'm not like the others!", explained the Doctor.

"It doesn't damn matter!", hollered Cass, chocking on tears.

She pulled the trigger out of hatred and revenge, but discovered that it had no more ammunition.

"Damn it!"

Cass quickly ran into the flaming cockpit, locking the melting door.

"I'd rather die than receive help from a bloody Time Lord!", screamed Cass behind the door,"You better save yourself!"

"No, I won't leave you!", called back the Doctor,"Brace for impact!"

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The Doctor opened one eye. Then the other. He dared not move, because he just didn't walk into a candle-lit cave; he didn't know who was there.

"Don't worry, it's me", called out a vaguely familiar voice,"you are still alive, but barely"

"Ohila!", cried the Doctor finally figuring it out,"It's you!"

"Save your breath, Doctor, you are dead. You are only still revived with an elixir of life; you only have four minutes."

"Aw...four minutes...that's a heck load of time. Bring me a television or chess so I don't get bored!"

"Hush, you fool, spend your breath wisely. We have special potions that can trigger your regeneration."

Ohila was part of the remaining Sisterhood of Karn. Before there was such thing as the Time Lords, Ancient Gallifrey belonged to the Sisterhood. They used magic and special potions, and were a peaceful people called the Pythia. Most were female, but some were men. Such were Omega, Rassilon, and the Other, with his history lost to Time itself. They decided that Science, Technology, Mathematics, and Engineering were more important than their "primitive" ways. They overthrew the Pythians and thus began the Time Lord Empire. But before the Pythians were banished, the leader cursed Gallifrey that they could no longer reproduce anymore. Rassilon then built the Looms, a machine that took Time Lord intelligence, strength, characteristics, and DNA and built more, emerging out of the Looms fully grown. The Looms were still unknown to the general public. The surviving Pythians retreated to Karn, and created the Sisterhood.

As the thought came to him, the Doctor urgently asked,"Where is the other one?", looking around.

"If you are referring to your companion, we are still trying to locate her in the crash site"

Burying his head in his hands, he said,"she wasn't my companion because she realized I was apparently a Time Lord."

"She perished in the crash, so did you. You are only temporarily alive because of an ancient, single use potion we saved for you.", said Ohila, and before the Doctor could even respond, she said,"you must fight, and stand for creation, peace, and sanity. You are the Warrior!"

The Doctor thought about it. If he agreed, he would betray and destroy all that he stood for, and the universe would lose a Doctor. If he refused, the Time Lords and Daleks would keep on fighting until Time would cease to exist, the amounts of paradoxes and temporal failures caused by Time ships and weapons would end everything.

"I am the Doctor, I will not fight. I would rather die than be a warrior."

"You are already dead."

After a few minutes of consideration, he made up his mind.

He finally and reluctantly accepted himself to be a Warrior,"I will fight, because this War is hell and nightmares."

"Good, choose a suitable form that you want for the War.", relied Ohila.

"Alright", responded the Doctor.

"Here, drink this potion, and imagine", said Ohila, offering the Doctor a potion of a visible, but indescribable color, feeling neither hot, cold, or lukewarm.

Taking the potion, and drinking it, the Doctor felt his body begin to get warm. He raised his glowing hands, feeling every cell push and pull, trying to change into a new form. He was regenerating.

As his body resumed the new form, after two whole minutes, he darkly said,"Doctor, no more."