Fic: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa. Cold Open. (1/5)
Right, here we are. If all goes to plan, we will post one part every day, with the final part being posted Saturday (Maybe around tea-time, like an episode... *g*) That is, if RL doesn't interfere with our plans.
The basic structure is like that of an episode, with a cold open and four acts. And I am very honoured to be 'hosting' this, as it's really a Roda-centric story. Working so closely & collaboratively with the_redjay is a delight, and we hope you enjoy what we've created. ♥ (As with the show, you should be able to start here, as we'll do our best to make the backstory/characters accessible. But it does help to know the 'verse...)
Title/Summary: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa.
Summary: Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die.
Authors: luckweaver (aka the_redjay - she changed her name) & elisi.
Warnings: Character death, grievous injuries.
Setting: Between 'Day of the Doctor' and 'Time of the Doctor'. AU 'verse. Set post-A Good Day and [immediately] post-Galimaufrey.
Spoilers: Day of the Doctor, A Good Day, Galimaufrey.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Roda (OC), the Doctor, Clara, the Master (original/author-created), Jack.
The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa
Cold Open
As soon as Roda 'landed' (and Rassilon, she never wanted to travel by vortex manipulator ever again. How did Jack stand it? She felt about ready to throw up) Roda knew that she'd made a mistake.
When the Seeker had left to go travelling, wherever it was he'd gone, he'd made it clear to both herself and Jack that they were to keep calling his planet their second home. Roda couldn't speak for Jack - in fact, in nineteen years she'd made a point of not talking about it - but she'd not been able to bring herself to return while the Seeker was away. The wounds had been... too fresh. There was so much she wanted to talk to him about before they would even be close to the same again. But, mortally injured that she was, the idea had come to her in some sort of perverted epiphany that although she couldn't get to her TARDIS in time, and she couldn't use Jack's vortex manipulator to do so, hers wasn't the only Zero Room left in the Universe. Of course, the Doctor and the Master would have Zero Rooms, but she wasn't touching that idea with a barge pole and besides, that still left the problem of finding either of them. But there was one Time Lord left in time and space who did have a Zero Room that would always be in the same place: the Seeker. And if she could just find a route through his planet where she wouldn’t encounter any Toclafane, then she was in the money.
Not that she'd been - was still - thinking about it in quite as much detail as all that. The Toclafane hadn't even crossed her mind, not until...
Plus she hadn't been entirely certain how to get to the Zero Room quickly - she didn't know the precise coordinates - but she had those of the planet itself memorised. She'd planned to go to her own bolthole, her library, and then figure out what to do next. She'd switched to respiratory bypass after kissing Jack; she probably had enough strength in her to limp that far if she didn't have to go through the crowds like there were back on earth. Maybe she'd make it, and if she didn't then, well, at least she'd die on a planet with red suns... It had hit her, in the second that she'd teleported, that she would never see Gallifrey again, and - for all that she'd argued with the Doctor - that was the final nail in the coffin.
But the sight that had greeted her on the Seeker's planet wasn't disorganised mountains of books as she'd expected, but red grass, and silver trees. She wondered for a moment if perhaps she had already died, perhaps there was an afterlife... Perhaps this was it. But then the pain had returned, searing and red-hot, her broken body screaming in agony with every sense she had, and she'd closed her eyes... for just a second... and when she'd opened them again she was very much in hell.
"It's the Outlaw!"
"The Lady Redjay!"
"The Lord Seeker will be so happy!"
“But the Lord Seeker isn’t here...:”
Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die. There was no 'maybe' about it, no 'perhaps I can reach a Zero Room'. Surrounding her were the things of nightmares; childhood nightmares, mere legends and very real nightmares. And with those nightmares came others. The Master, Daleks, Time War, Gallifrey, Rassilon... She suddenly felt very, very small, and very, very alone. There was no Robin Hood, no knight in shining armour, no glorious death that meant something. It was just the end.
As the hideous metal spheres zoomed in around her like some sort of twisted mobile, Rodageitmososa finally gave in.
(As she slipped out of consciousness she thought she heard the sound of a TARDIS, somewhere in the far far distance… But the darkness was calling to her, and then she heard no more.)
Act One
The basic structure is like that of an episode, with a cold open and four acts. And I am very honoured to be 'hosting' this, as it's really a Roda-centric story. Working so closely & collaboratively with the_redjay is a delight, and we hope you enjoy what we've created. ♥ (As with the show, you should be able to start here, as we'll do our best to make the backstory/characters accessible. But it does help to know the 'verse...)
Title/Summary: The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa.
Summary: Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die.
Authors: luckweaver (aka the_redjay - she changed her name) & elisi.
Warnings: Character death, grievous injuries.
Setting: Between 'Day of the Doctor' and 'Time of the Doctor'. AU 'verse. Set post-A Good Day and [immediately] post-Galimaufrey.
Spoilers: Day of the Doctor, A Good Day, Galimaufrey.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: The Seeker (OC), Roda (OC), the Doctor, Clara, the Master (original/author-created), Jack.
The Death and Life of Rodageitmososa
Cold Open
As soon as Roda 'landed' (and Rassilon, she never wanted to travel by vortex manipulator ever again. How did Jack stand it? She felt about ready to throw up) Roda knew that she'd made a mistake.
When the Seeker had left to go travelling, wherever it was he'd gone, he'd made it clear to both herself and Jack that they were to keep calling his planet their second home. Roda couldn't speak for Jack - in fact, in nineteen years she'd made a point of not talking about it - but she'd not been able to bring herself to return while the Seeker was away. The wounds had been... too fresh. There was so much she wanted to talk to him about before they would even be close to the same again. But, mortally injured that she was, the idea had come to her in some sort of perverted epiphany that although she couldn't get to her TARDIS in time, and she couldn't use Jack's vortex manipulator to do so, hers wasn't the only Zero Room left in the Universe. Of course, the Doctor and the Master would have Zero Rooms, but she wasn't touching that idea with a barge pole and besides, that still left the problem of finding either of them. But there was one Time Lord left in time and space who did have a Zero Room that would always be in the same place: the Seeker. And if she could just find a route through his planet where she wouldn’t encounter any Toclafane, then she was in the money.
Not that she'd been - was still - thinking about it in quite as much detail as all that. The Toclafane hadn't even crossed her mind, not until...
Plus she hadn't been entirely certain how to get to the Zero Room quickly - she didn't know the precise coordinates - but she had those of the planet itself memorised. She'd planned to go to her own bolthole, her library, and then figure out what to do next. She'd switched to respiratory bypass after kissing Jack; she probably had enough strength in her to limp that far if she didn't have to go through the crowds like there were back on earth. Maybe she'd make it, and if she didn't then, well, at least she'd die on a planet with red suns... It had hit her, in the second that she'd teleported, that she would never see Gallifrey again, and - for all that she'd argued with the Doctor - that was the final nail in the coffin.
But the sight that had greeted her on the Seeker's planet wasn't disorganised mountains of books as she'd expected, but red grass, and silver trees. She wondered for a moment if perhaps she had already died, perhaps there was an afterlife... Perhaps this was it. But then the pain had returned, searing and red-hot, her broken body screaming in agony with every sense she had, and she'd closed her eyes... for just a second... and when she'd opened them again she was very much in hell.
"It's the Outlaw!"
"The Lady Redjay!"
"The Lord Seeker will be so happy!"
“But the Lord Seeker isn’t here...:”
Roda knew, at that very moment, that she was going to die. There was no 'maybe' about it, no 'perhaps I can reach a Zero Room'. Surrounding her were the things of nightmares; childhood nightmares, mere legends and very real nightmares. And with those nightmares came others. The Master, Daleks, Time War, Gallifrey, Rassilon... She suddenly felt very, very small, and very, very alone. There was no Robin Hood, no knight in shining armour, no glorious death that meant something. It was just the end.
As the hideous metal spheres zoomed in around her like some sort of twisted mobile, Rodageitmososa finally gave in.
(As she slipped out of consciousness she thought she heard the sound of a TARDIS, somewhere in the far far distance… But the darkness was calling to her, and then she heard no more.)
Act One