Post by Fitz Kreiner on Oct 30, 2005 12:53:42 GMT
“So, he’s an alien?” Sanders asked. “One of a race that ages slowly?”
“Not just any race.” The Doctor cut in “He’s a Timelord; one of my own race.”
“So that’s how he know what TARDIS mean, and about it being bigger inside than out.” Jess said.
“Exactly.” The Doctor replied “And why the Cybermen were so interested in him. They wanted his knowledge of time mechanics.”
There was silence throughout the conference room.
“But that’s not all, is it Doctor?” Jess asked, seeing the expression on the Timelords face.
“He’s had a block put on his mind, so there’s a very strong chance he doesn’t know who he really is. Not only that, but it’s very strange for the Timelords to put a young Timelord like him, in a planets time stream where he will become involved.”
“Why’s that?” Bradbury asked.
“Because the Timelords have, are meant to have, a policy of strict neutrality and non-intervention. By having Mr Rowan here, they are breaking several of their own laws.”
Yet you’re here and getting involved.” Sanders said to the Doctor.
“I do tend to get involved with things, yes.” The Doctor said. “They’ve put me on trial for that before. But sometimes my freedom is utilised by the Timelords to do things that they want changing, that is how I suspect Jess and I came to be here.”
“This is rather a lot to take in.” ford said.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” The Doctor apologised. “But these are facts that need to be told. And now I need to talk to Mr Rowan about the Cybermen and his being a Timelord. It could be quite a shock for him.”
”These Timelords, Doctor?” Sanders asked. “Why would they want him here?”
“I don’t know.” The Doctor admitted. “He could be a political activist from the academy and have been exiled here as punishment for something, I just don’t know, there are many possibilities.”
“No, sir, you can’t go in there!” the voice shouted from outside the door, stopping the Doctor before he could begin to start talking again.
“Let me through! That’s an order!” Tom’s voice shouted.
The door opened and Tom was framed in the doorway.
“Doctor, I must…” he stopped looking round at the silent faces. “What is it?”
“Tom, I think you’d better come in.” Edwards said.
Confused, Tom slowly walked into the conference room to the seat that Edwards had pulled out for him.
“Please, sit down.” Edwards said.
Tom looked round, nearly everyone was staring at him; the Doctor was staring down and Jess was giving a sympathetic look. Jess tried to give him a supporting smile as he took the seat.
“Do you remember your family?” The Doctor asked looking up at Tom.
Tom opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Taken aback, he tried again.
“No. It… its all confusion.” He stammered “It’s like it was a dream.”
“What was a dream?” Edwards asked.
“My family, my life. It feels like its fading.” He replied, a tear forming in his eye. “All I have is nightmare and confusion.”
“Please tell me about it. I know it can’t be easy.” The Doctor asked gently and sincerely.
“I knew my family, I knew my life. Yesterday it was clear as anything. But since the Cybermen, things have changed. Memories have gone; some I don’t recognise are there instead.”
“Does this mean anything to you?” The Doctor held up the thing Jess had found in Toms room.
Jess looked at it, she’d forgotten about that.
Tom stared at it hard. “It’s an alarm clock.” He said. “Or is there some trick behind it all?”
“Your memory of what it is and what it does has been blocked.” The Doctor replied. “This is far from an alarm clock. Can you read the writing on the side of it for me?” The Timelord passed the device to Tom.
Taking hold of it Tom read the writing. “Uphold the word of thy Lord Rassilon, Acknowledge thy Lord Omega. Take your powers that are, share you wisdom throughout…”
“Thank you,” The Doctor cut in. “Could you pass in along please?”
Tom passed the device to Sanders.
“Could you carry on reading it please?” The Doctor asked her.
“Erm, I would if there was anything here to read, there are just these strange symbols.”
”Exactly,” The Doctor smiled. “Do you know what the inscription is?” The Doctor asked the bemused Tom.
“I just assumed it to be an ancient nursery Rhyme.” Tom Replied
“It’s the Gallifreyan pledge of allegiance one takes when entering the Timelord academy. Every academy student has one of these. It’s a data storage unit. I’m afraid there is no easy way to say this Mr Rowan, but you are not human; you’re a Timelord, one of my own race. The memories you thought you had were implanted in you. The Déjà vu you felt about the word TARDIS was traces of your real life coming through.”
Jess looked from the Doctor to Tom; he was having trouble assimilating the information.
“But…” he started. “Do you think that’s what the Cybermen were doing? Trying to get those old memories?”
“I think it’s highly probable.” The Doctor replied. “But your Gallifreyan memories will have to wait; I get the feeling that’s not what you burst in here to tell me.” He smiled.
Tom was still puzzling over what the Doctor had said about his past and completely missed the Doctors question.
“Tom?” Edwards said.
“What? Oh err, the Cybermen?”
“Yes please.” The Doctor smiled.
“You’re not going to believe this, but this whole plan is almost thousands of years old. When Mondas broke from its orbit and the people started to become Cybermen, small factions would be sent to colonise worlds as the Planet wove its way through space. This left Cybermen throughout the galaxy. Then Mondas returned to Earth to plunder it, but was destroyed, but that wasn’t the end of the Cybermen, obviously. Other Cyber factions merged and waged war with humanity for centuries, and then they seemingly disappeared. They’ve been out there, plotting and evolving, becoming more advanced.”
“This is history.” Bradbury said.
Tom Held up his hand cutting him off. “These Cyber factions merge with one another when they meet; purging any weakness that one may have that the other doesn’t, getting stronger and stronger.”
“So, that’s how they overcame the Gold thing?” Jess asked.
“Quite.” Tom Replied. “Upon discovering the devastation on Telos the Cyberfleet made the logical assumption that they were believed extinct and therefore any subsequent sightings of their race may very well be deemed irrefutable. There, they built up, rebuilding the planet, sending out a signal that only Cybermen could pick up, to bring other factions to Telos to become stronger. When other craft arrived on the planet, to keep up the pretence the cyber race was extinct, these ships would be destroyed by atmospheric interference. That’s how the Cybermen were forgotten.”
”Yes, but what are they doing?” The Doctor pressed Tom.
“They started to strike out at small ships, building up their numbers. There are thousands of Millions of them! They’ve even held slave worlds where when a slave passes their prime they’re converted. New slaves are born there, that’s how they kept their numbers up, breeding humans!”
“Not just any race.” The Doctor cut in “He’s a Timelord; one of my own race.”
“So that’s how he know what TARDIS mean, and about it being bigger inside than out.” Jess said.
“Exactly.” The Doctor replied “And why the Cybermen were so interested in him. They wanted his knowledge of time mechanics.”
There was silence throughout the conference room.
“But that’s not all, is it Doctor?” Jess asked, seeing the expression on the Timelords face.
“He’s had a block put on his mind, so there’s a very strong chance he doesn’t know who he really is. Not only that, but it’s very strange for the Timelords to put a young Timelord like him, in a planets time stream where he will become involved.”
“Why’s that?” Bradbury asked.
“Because the Timelords have, are meant to have, a policy of strict neutrality and non-intervention. By having Mr Rowan here, they are breaking several of their own laws.”
Yet you’re here and getting involved.” Sanders said to the Doctor.
“I do tend to get involved with things, yes.” The Doctor said. “They’ve put me on trial for that before. But sometimes my freedom is utilised by the Timelords to do things that they want changing, that is how I suspect Jess and I came to be here.”
“This is rather a lot to take in.” ford said.
“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” The Doctor apologised. “But these are facts that need to be told. And now I need to talk to Mr Rowan about the Cybermen and his being a Timelord. It could be quite a shock for him.”
”These Timelords, Doctor?” Sanders asked. “Why would they want him here?”
“I don’t know.” The Doctor admitted. “He could be a political activist from the academy and have been exiled here as punishment for something, I just don’t know, there are many possibilities.”
“No, sir, you can’t go in there!” the voice shouted from outside the door, stopping the Doctor before he could begin to start talking again.
“Let me through! That’s an order!” Tom’s voice shouted.
The door opened and Tom was framed in the doorway.
“Doctor, I must…” he stopped looking round at the silent faces. “What is it?”
“Tom, I think you’d better come in.” Edwards said.
Confused, Tom slowly walked into the conference room to the seat that Edwards had pulled out for him.
“Please, sit down.” Edwards said.
Tom looked round, nearly everyone was staring at him; the Doctor was staring down and Jess was giving a sympathetic look. Jess tried to give him a supporting smile as he took the seat.
“Do you remember your family?” The Doctor asked looking up at Tom.
Tom opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. Taken aback, he tried again.
“No. It… its all confusion.” He stammered “It’s like it was a dream.”
“What was a dream?” Edwards asked.
“My family, my life. It feels like its fading.” He replied, a tear forming in his eye. “All I have is nightmare and confusion.”
“Please tell me about it. I know it can’t be easy.” The Doctor asked gently and sincerely.
“I knew my family, I knew my life. Yesterday it was clear as anything. But since the Cybermen, things have changed. Memories have gone; some I don’t recognise are there instead.”
“Does this mean anything to you?” The Doctor held up the thing Jess had found in Toms room.
Jess looked at it, she’d forgotten about that.
Tom stared at it hard. “It’s an alarm clock.” He said. “Or is there some trick behind it all?”
“Your memory of what it is and what it does has been blocked.” The Doctor replied. “This is far from an alarm clock. Can you read the writing on the side of it for me?” The Timelord passed the device to Tom.
Taking hold of it Tom read the writing. “Uphold the word of thy Lord Rassilon, Acknowledge thy Lord Omega. Take your powers that are, share you wisdom throughout…”
“Thank you,” The Doctor cut in. “Could you pass in along please?”
Tom passed the device to Sanders.
“Could you carry on reading it please?” The Doctor asked her.
“Erm, I would if there was anything here to read, there are just these strange symbols.”
”Exactly,” The Doctor smiled. “Do you know what the inscription is?” The Doctor asked the bemused Tom.
“I just assumed it to be an ancient nursery Rhyme.” Tom Replied
“It’s the Gallifreyan pledge of allegiance one takes when entering the Timelord academy. Every academy student has one of these. It’s a data storage unit. I’m afraid there is no easy way to say this Mr Rowan, but you are not human; you’re a Timelord, one of my own race. The memories you thought you had were implanted in you. The Déjà vu you felt about the word TARDIS was traces of your real life coming through.”
Jess looked from the Doctor to Tom; he was having trouble assimilating the information.
“But…” he started. “Do you think that’s what the Cybermen were doing? Trying to get those old memories?”
“I think it’s highly probable.” The Doctor replied. “But your Gallifreyan memories will have to wait; I get the feeling that’s not what you burst in here to tell me.” He smiled.
Tom was still puzzling over what the Doctor had said about his past and completely missed the Doctors question.
“Tom?” Edwards said.
“What? Oh err, the Cybermen?”
“Yes please.” The Doctor smiled.
“You’re not going to believe this, but this whole plan is almost thousands of years old. When Mondas broke from its orbit and the people started to become Cybermen, small factions would be sent to colonise worlds as the Planet wove its way through space. This left Cybermen throughout the galaxy. Then Mondas returned to Earth to plunder it, but was destroyed, but that wasn’t the end of the Cybermen, obviously. Other Cyber factions merged and waged war with humanity for centuries, and then they seemingly disappeared. They’ve been out there, plotting and evolving, becoming more advanced.”
“This is history.” Bradbury said.
Tom Held up his hand cutting him off. “These Cyber factions merge with one another when they meet; purging any weakness that one may have that the other doesn’t, getting stronger and stronger.”
“So, that’s how they overcame the Gold thing?” Jess asked.
“Quite.” Tom Replied. “Upon discovering the devastation on Telos the Cyberfleet made the logical assumption that they were believed extinct and therefore any subsequent sightings of their race may very well be deemed irrefutable. There, they built up, rebuilding the planet, sending out a signal that only Cybermen could pick up, to bring other factions to Telos to become stronger. When other craft arrived on the planet, to keep up the pretence the cyber race was extinct, these ships would be destroyed by atmospheric interference. That’s how the Cybermen were forgotten.”
”Yes, but what are they doing?” The Doctor pressed Tom.
“They started to strike out at small ships, building up their numbers. There are thousands of Millions of them! They’ve even held slave worlds where when a slave passes their prime they’re converted. New slaves are born there, that’s how they kept their numbers up, breeding humans!”