Monday 21 October 2019

The Engineer and the Time Lady - Ch 2. Nina


  1. Nina

Regeneration. You never knew what you were going to get. But that was jumping ahead...


Oneenejpenlumbra ducked as the Dalek trained it's gunstick on her. “EXTERMINATE!”


Too late. The Dalek's beam hit her...

She was in her second incarnation when the Time War had gone 'hot', with the Daleks attacking Gallifrey itself, having found a way to neutralise the Transduction Barriers. Therefore she thought she knew what regeneration was like. She was wrong

The Beam hit her, and she fell. Her memory went into overdrive as the regeneration started. She nearly lost conciousness.

“ALERT! REGENERATION IN PROGRESS!” the Dalek was still there.

She stood up. “I'll take you with my current incarnation!” she said.

“EMERGENCY RETREAT!” the Dalek moved backwards as it attempted to retreat.

“No!” the Time Lady said as she redirected the regeneration energy towards the Dalek.

“UNABLE TO RET...” the Dalek was interrupted as the regeneration energy overcame the Battle Unit's defences, blowing it up, along with the creature inside.

She then retreated herself, back towards her TARDIS, which she had landed close by...


She entered the ship and collapsed. “No!” She crawled to the console, stood up and set the ship in motion, back to Gallifrey, and collapsed again as the regeneration continued.
One never knew what they were going to get.


Something was wrong. She crawled away from the console room. “Must... get... to... Zero... Room!”

She would later reflect that she got to the Zero Room with hardly any time left, certain that the TARDIS had ensured that the route was as straight and short as possible.


One never knew what they were going to get.


She awoke and looked around the Zero Room. She was relaxed in the simplistic environment. 'But I need to check if I'm back on Gallifrey,' she thought. However, as soon as she exited the room it started. She could hear that Dalek in her mind.

EXTERMINATE

It caused her to look around the corridor. Her hearts were racing even as the TARDIS tried to calm her. “Stop!” she said, her hands at her temples. She started running through the corridors, back to the console room. However, she only got so far, before she turned back to the Zero Room in a panic.

She closed the doors and breathed heavily. Something was definitely wrong. She reopened the doors, and felt the TARDIS' presence in her mind. The ship was pensive, clearly worried about her pilot. “OK, I'm going to run to the console room.”


She ran though the corridors, trying not to think, but anxiety rising. However the TARDIS was making it easy. The corridors weren't a maze, but rather more-or less a straight line, between the Zero Room and the Console room. She entered the console room in a panic. She breathed deeply and looked at the instruments. She could see that the TARDIS had landed. She was back on Gallifrey.


There was a TARDIS, another Time Lord had arrived, bringing news of the ongoing defeat. But he or she hadn't yet come out.

“Not again!” There had already been many instances of Time Lords returning to Gallifrey with their minds affected by trauma related to fighting the Daleks. With their more complex brains, psychological issues were more complex than in other species.

“Do we know who's TARDIS this is?” another of the Time Lords asked.

“Checking,” a third Time Lord said. There was a beep. “Oneenejpenlumbra. She was defending an outpost in Sector 27.”

“I see,” the first Time Lord said. He was interrupted as the TARDIS door opened and Oneenejpenlumbra stumbled out.

“Home!” she said, in a tired sounding tone. But suddenly she shuddered and placed her hands on her temples as if trying to ward something off.

The three Time Lords could see that something was wrong with her. “Are you OK?” the first Time Lord asked.

“No! I've just regenerated, of course I'm not alright!”

“There's something more...”

“Can you get me to a Zero Room?” Oneenejpenlumbra asked, before she fell into one of the Time Lord's hands.

“You need more than a Zero Room.”


Oneenejpenlumbra awoke. It was the second day after she had returned to Gallifrey. She looked around, she could see that she was in a Zero Environment. “Lay out the worst,” she said to the person next to the bed.

“The Regeneration went wrong. It intensified the trauma of your previous incarnation's final moments, rather than suppressed it,” the medical technician said.

“Is there anything you can do?” she asked. She shuddered as the memory stirred in her concious thoughts.

“It has become firmly embedded into your memory,” the technician explained.

“So, I need therapy, is that it?” Oneenejpenlumbra asked, with some sarcasm.

“Wit,” the technician commented, quietly “As good as a coping mechanism as any other.” He raised his voice, and answered “Yes.”

“Great!”

“Sarcasm is a good way to deal, but you do need help.”

Oneenejpenlumbra nodded.


Some time later
The Time War waged on. More Time Lords were incapacitated psychologically. Oneenejpenlumbra was merely one of the first.


The news wasn't good. Oneenejpenlumbra wanted to go back out and help, but even the thought of confronting a Dalek was enough to bring on an anxiety attack, so she wasn't allowed to. At least she was helping others who were in similar predicaments. She came to a room, where one of those she was helping was assigned to. She opened the door, and found it, empty. Empty? “Where is he?” she asked herself. He had to be somewhere.

She looked for him, but he was missing. There had been rumours, of Time Lords fleeing, but she didn't expect this. 'How many have fled?' she wondered, not for the first time.

One thing was certain, she had to report his disappearance. As with everything, Time Lord society didn't want to hear of the disappearances.


“Oneenejpenlumbra? What is it?” the Administrator asked.

“Hilsdrellan,” she said, referring to the client she had tried to visit earlier, “He's missing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I'm sure!”

“Hisdrellan would never run!”

“Went to check on him. He wasn't in his room. Nor was he anywhere in this facility,” Oneenejpenlumbra explained.

The Administrator sighed. “He's far from the first one.”

“So the rumours are true?”

“Yes!”

“So, I just record that he's missing?”

“Yes. There won't be reprimand on your record,” the Administrator said.

“Good,” Oneenejpenlumbra said in subdued tone.

“But if people ask, officially there is no one missing.”

“Understood,” Oneenejpenlumbra said with a sigh.


As the Time War progressed, more Time Lords fled from it, especially from the facility Oneenejpenlumbra was assigned to. But most, it seemed, never returned to Gallifrey...

Oneenejpenlumbra entered the Administrator's room. “A new decree,” he said.

“There are always decrees,” Oneenejpenlumbra stated.

“Not like this one. It's from Lord President Rassilon himself!”

“Rassilon! What does he want?”

“An order for all Time Lords who have fled Gallifrey and the War to be returned without delay,”

“Is that all?” Oneenejpenlumbra asked.

“He wants people to go out and find them. I told him that I have been investigating, but once they had stolen a TARDIS there is nothing I could do.”

“I see where this is going...”
“Yes, Oneenejpenlumbra. You have to flee yourself.”

“Why?”

“Otherwise Rassilon may choose you to search for the others. It would be better for you to flee on your own terms, rather than leave Gallifrey at Rassilon's direction and be tracked where-ever you go.”

Oneenejpenlumbra considered this. “You have encouraged them to flee. Including Hisdrellen.”

“No. I didn't start encouraging them to flee until much later.”

“Why.”

“Because we are losing! The High Council, and especially Rassilon, are getting desperate.”

“I know the war hasn't gone well...”

The Administrator interrupted her again. “I have access to more information. The Daleks are closing in. There are many things Rassilon can do that wouldn't be good for the universe at large.”

“Are you saying to flee this universe?”

“It is possible. I have data on various CVE's that have been detected.”

Oneenejpenlumbra thought for a few moments. Then she made her decision...



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