.039 [Video] Confession Time (Flood)

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin was going to post a private message to the Doctor (Seven) about Rassilon. What comes out is neither private, nor specifically about Rassilon.]

The irony is, I don't even like most Time Lords.

[Narvin freezes as soon as the words pop out. Then he scrambles to cut the communication, but before he can he finds himself adding...]I do admire

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin thinks that life on this Barge has finally driven him completely 'round the bend. Because he couldn't possibly have heard Romana's voice.

On the other hand, why would his hallucinations include static interference?]

Romana?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He leans back. When he first arrived on the ship, he spent months trying to get into contact with Time Lords from the outside world so he could avert the catastrophe at the end of the war that he'd been told was coming. He nearly caused a disastrous paradox trying to break free. He'd all but given up on that possibility, had turned to other ideas. To have Romana of all people show up on his communicator now, when he wasn't trying, was least expecting...left him a little numb.

And of all the network communications, it just *had* to be the one where dimensional leakage caused him to blurt out secrets he'd rather have kept hidden.]

I...you're...alive? [Idiot, of course she's alive. She's talking to him, isn't she? He quickly adds to try to cover the inanity of that question...] What relative time are you from? [When the Rani had surprisingly popped up on his screen once, she'd been too far in the future to do any good.]

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

E-Space? [That's *centuries* in the past from his time. Which puts him in a dilemma. He could break every law of time, potentially create a massive, universe-destroying paradox by telling her everything about the wars and hoping she can prevent them and thereby save Gallifrey...or he could let time take its proper course, be patient, let Gallifrey fight and let billions die, and try to save it from its end in as temporally non-disruptive a way as possible. A few months ago he would have chosen the former, without hesitation.

And that mindset had nearly lost him everything. So he swallows deeply, chooses the latter course, and puts on the mask of a dry, Gallifreyan bureaucrat.]

Ah, yes, of course. Your professors at the Academy and the members of the High Council were disappointed in your choice to stay away, and hope for your safe return.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He smiles slightly and lies like he was loomed to it (which he was).]

Under the strict non-intervention policy, some High Council members would prefer it if no Gallifreyan left the system, much less send a team on a rescue mission across dimensions for one wayward Time Lady. They regret your absence, but unless the President orders the CIA involvement, I'm afraid you're on your own.

I was surprised that you're still alive, but mostly that you'd contact me across universes over what I thought was a secure channel. [Narvin's favourite lies are misleading partial truths.]