Male!Timelord!Reader in RWBY (Cancelled!)

Prologue: Escape from Gallifrey

GALLIFREY, A VERY, VERY LONG TIME AGO.

The particles of the air burnt and crackled as staser bolts flew through the halls, adding yet another verse to the chorus of heavy footsteps and ragged breaths. Sirens blared, and the once warm, brass coloured repair shop was now bathed in a blood red. An old seeming man appeared around the corner, before disappearing down the next, with several armed guards in tow.

Weaving through hallway after hallway, you push your way through the technicians, and the brambles of wire that hung down like glaciers of rubber from the cold metal ceiling. As you pass through Sector-4B of the repair shop, you cast a hesitant look back, dodging to the side as more staser bolts (and, from the looks of it, a single beam) charged after you. The crimson and bronze armour of the chancellery guard was now bathed in a red lighting, like visions of death reaching out for you.

"Warning!" Came the angry shout of the Chancellery Captain, a young sounding time lady (probably only in her late two hundreds, at most), "The renegade is heading for the TT-Capsule Repair Bay! Do not allow the renegade to make contact with a TT-Capsule, I repeat, do not allow the renegade to reach a TT-Capsule!"

The faintest ghost of a smile spread across your old, wrinkled face. She must definitely be newblood, looking to impress the Castellan no doubt. Oh, won't she be in for a shock!

"Use of lethal force is authorised! Stopping that renegade is your primary objective! Take him down'!"

Yelping, you almost leapt out of your skin as staser energy dived between your legs, mere milimetres from your feet. It was very, very hot.

Like a game of cat and mouse, you were chased persistently through almost every square metre of the repair shop, the guards slowly gaining on you as you made your way to the heart of the facility. You could hear their footsteps clearer now, as the sirens died down and the red lights began to fade to black. They were definitely gaining on you: much faster than you would've liked.

The TARDIS Repair Bay was in sight, the interlocked circles of Gallifreyan above your head only serving to confirm that. Diving through the sliding metal door, and sealing it from inside good measure, you hunch over to catch your breath. "That should buy me some time." You say to yourself, though you know it won't count much: the simplest sonic probe could undo that lock, and if there wasn't an unlocked TARDIS in here, then you might as well sooner have shot yourself twice in the head than coming to the repair shop.

Darting as quickly as your tired, old legs could carry you, you tried door after door after door, once even trying to claw your way in. But to no avail: they were all locked, except those three that were just ahead of you, and those footsteps definitely were not there before. You turned around, hands raised, slowly walking backwards.

"Give yourself up, renegade!" Cried one of the guards, backing you towards the timeships that were now facing your back. "We have you cornered, there is no escape!" Silently, you carefully tried for the door of the right-most capsule. Nothing happened, and your sweaty fingers slide off of the smooth door panels. The guards looked annoyed. "Well? Tell me then! What is it going to be?" You try another door, less subtly this time, but you again fail. Quirking an eyebrow in confusion, then promptly raising another one in realisation, the guard quickly raised his staser rifle at you, and fires. You dove to the side, and swung the door handle of the last TARDIS: it opens! A bolt of staser energy flies past your head, striking the console and leaving a burnt, black mark. In glee, you ran inside, ready to embrace your newfound freedom, and soon you embraced it. Hard. And painfully. With your skull.

Your head smashed into the console with a wet crack, hitting the door release switch and promptly slamming the door shut on your would-be apprehenders. With rasping breaths, you slide down the console, clutching your abdomen. It was charred and black, like a sickly burn mark, with your orangish-red blood suspended by a clot that had quickly formed thereafter. With a painful cry of pain, you hauled yourself up, fiddling with the levers, and buttons and whatever dial on the ashen ship you could find. Through the ringing in your head, you could hear the wheezing groan of the TARDIS dematerialising, but you couldn't hear the slightly distorted, scratchy version of it that now sounded out from the engine. There was a booming roar, and the entire timeship thrashed violently, explosions sounding out from deep within it. 

'Must've brute forced its way through the Transduction Barrier.'

'Riiiriiiiriiiing.' The ringing in your head subsided, and soon was replaced by another as your skin began to tingle. Raising one of your old, centuries-battered hands to your face, you could see the amber shimmer of regeneration energy building up. "Well," you mumbled to yourself, bright eyes widening in awe, "I suppose there's nothing wrong with a newer, younger body."

You staggered back, grunting in pain as the sensation intensified - feeling less like a tingle and more like you were being burnt from the inside out. Taking one last breath, you cried out: "Vale!" in a soon-to-be-dead language, before your arms are thrown out to your sides. Soon, the entire gleaming, white console room was lit by a bright glow of lights: pale reds, bright yellows, sky blues, purples and greens. Regeneration energy courses through every fibre of your body, every cell burning up as they are replaced by another, the rainbow flames violently lashing out, striking the console and walls of the TARDIS.

Then silence. The glow died down, and left billowing smoke and crackling flames in its way. A breath was taken. A new face greeted the world.

Heaving, you staggered back, and clutched at your now repaired abdomen, of which clothes now several sizes too small dangled from. "Dear Menti Celesti, my intestines-- they're so small!" You breathlessly weazed in a voice several pitches higher, giggling quietly to yourself. "Might as well call them the small intestine, smaller intestine, and even smaller intestine-- wait, no, no no no, that's silly. Shame on you!" You slaped yourself gently on the face, blissfully unaware of the post-regeneration trauma that you now faced. "Now where was I, again?" You asked, confused, stumbling back.

The vessel rumbles, and the burning console sparked, bringing your attention back to the matter at hand. "Ah, right. Crashing. I forgot about that-- or did I even know about it in the first place?"

Your (the thought still made you giddy) TARDIS quaked, and threw you back into the roundel-covered walls around you with a groan. Picking yourself off the floor, you stared at the console, noting the black, smoking scars across its exposed circuits. "Making my escape in a faulty TARDIS," you wheezed out breathlessly, "admittedly not my best idea."

Irratically, your TARDIS tumbled through the vortex, with a dazed, bleary pilot in tow. With no destination, the ship darted from time to time, planet to planet, trying to find the nearest, safest place to (crash-)land. With one last triumphant cry, you excitedly brace for impact as the TT-Capsule swerves down towards the surface of the planet below.

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A/N: Thanks for reading the first part guys! I hope you'll enjoy it, and if you have any criticism please leave it in the comments below. If there's any particular direction you wish this story to go, then please comment it and we'll see if we can get it in.