[location: Sanctuary] ...I am your timekiller.
The night of Cordelia's party. False stars glimmering overhead, and as the evening dwindled on and the guests wandered off to their own devices, the Doctor slipped away into the night. He speaks to no one on his way out of the party, instead smiles and waves genially, but he doesn't stop for smalltalk or last goodbyes. Walking down the street, the Doctor makes his way to where the TARDIS resides on a street-corner by the park. As he walks, his ship sings warningly in the back of his head, protesting what he's about to do the best she can. For the first time he can remember, he shuts her out. He ignores her. As he works through schematics and planning, the TARDIS' computers balk and snap sparks at him threateningly. He's starting to become too much like the Master.
He ignores her. One number slipped somewhere in his calculations would cause the entire sanctuary to dissolve into ash and rubble, and that isn't his goal. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, after all.
When he's finished, the Doctor grabs a duffle-bag left by one of his numerous companions, stuffing it full of explosives and timers. The charges for the empty city block had been laid several nights ago while the majority of the city slept. He needed to make sure that the city's keepers would respond, one way or another. Flipping open his PDA, the Doctor quickly thumbed out a text message to the Master. It read, "In prog. ETA 15 min to det on Sanc + blck."
He makes his way into the main Sanctuary, laying the charges along pivotal points in the building, making sure to follow the plans he had uploaded to his PDA precisely. It takes him ten minutes or so to walk the length of the building where the charges need to be set, and when he's finished, he begins tapping in the length of time for each individual charge, setting them to go off in several seconds within each other. Two minutes should give him enough time to get out of the building.
The Doctor looks behind him, at the stillness of the Sanctuary, at the havoc he's about to wreak upon Taxon. It needs to be done. He needs to see their captors. To see what they are, to know how to defeat them to buy these people their freedom. The guilt of his actions weighs like lead between his hearts, but he keeps walking, presses the button that lays underneath his finger and hardly feels any of it. The main doors close behind him, and he keeps walking at a calm, even pace. He does not run.
The silence of the dim hours of the morning crashes abruptly into noise and chaos as half of a city block and the arrival chamber in the Sanctuary collapse in upon themselves. Nearby parts of the city tremble as the buildings fall, and firelight licks at the blankness of the pre-dawn sky.
The Doctor stands some distance away from the Sanctuary, immobile, hands in his pockets, gazing out with black eyes onto the destruction he has just created.
[ooc: backdated to the night of Cordelia's party, I apologize for the long delay on this plot arc, work has eaten me and all of my spare time...]
He ignores her. One number slipped somewhere in his calculations would cause the entire sanctuary to dissolve into ash and rubble, and that isn't his goal. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, after all.
When he's finished, the Doctor grabs a duffle-bag left by one of his numerous companions, stuffing it full of explosives and timers. The charges for the empty city block had been laid several nights ago while the majority of the city slept. He needed to make sure that the city's keepers would respond, one way or another. Flipping open his PDA, the Doctor quickly thumbed out a text message to the Master. It read, "In prog. ETA 15 min to det on Sanc + blck."
He makes his way into the main Sanctuary, laying the charges along pivotal points in the building, making sure to follow the plans he had uploaded to his PDA precisely. It takes him ten minutes or so to walk the length of the building where the charges need to be set, and when he's finished, he begins tapping in the length of time for each individual charge, setting them to go off in several seconds within each other. Two minutes should give him enough time to get out of the building.
The Doctor looks behind him, at the stillness of the Sanctuary, at the havoc he's about to wreak upon Taxon. It needs to be done. He needs to see their captors. To see what they are, to know how to defeat them to buy these people their freedom. The guilt of his actions weighs like lead between his hearts, but he keeps walking, presses the button that lays underneath his finger and hardly feels any of it. The main doors close behind him, and he keeps walking at a calm, even pace. He does not run.
The silence of the dim hours of the morning crashes abruptly into noise and chaos as half of a city block and the arrival chamber in the Sanctuary collapse in upon themselves. Nearby parts of the city tremble as the buildings fall, and firelight licks at the blankness of the pre-dawn sky.
The Doctor stands some distance away from the Sanctuary, immobile, hands in his pockets, gazing out with black eyes onto the destruction he has just created.
[ooc: backdated to the night of Cordelia's party, I apologize for the long delay on this plot arc, work has eaten me and all of my spare time...]