.017 [Video--In Gallifreyan]

[timesbureaucrat]

[As soon as Narvin's figured out what's going on by observing the reactions of people who have been through it before...]

This is Coordinator Narvin of the Celestial Intervention Agency. If there are any Time Lords hearing this, I have an urgent message for the High Council. Please respond.

((OOC: If any classic-era Time Lords, especially non-

Comments

[rani_ushas]

Doctors and Masters on the Barge, I expect. But a CIA Coordinator?

((Feel free to recognise her!))

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin has a few seconds of flabbergasted. This is *not* who he was expecting. Then he mutters to himself.]

Renegades. Always renegades. I can't seem get away from them.

[Then a little louder. Because, hey, she may be a renegade, but he'll take what he can get. (And at least it's not the Master.)]

What's your current Gallifreyan relative time? ((ie, where 'bouts in canon are you from?))

[rani_ushas]

Four fifty-seven eight point two delta by sigma beta point eighty-seven by qoppa phi alpha five point two.

[Which is roughly to say: sometime after the Time War. After she graduated, the Admiral was nice enough to not drop her back in the middle of a war zone and certain death, thanks.]

[timesbureaucrat]

[Cue a string of vicious and unprofessional Gallifreyan swearing. Because that's far too late in Gallifrey's time line to do him any good at all.]

This renegade will at least try.

[dominie]

Narvin! What are you doing! Don't answer that, I know what you're doing. Think about what you're doing!

Well, someone's got to stop Narvin from breaking the universe.

[timesbureaucrat]

I know exactly what I'm doing. If I can get a message to the CIA, they can fix this. Temporal intervention is what we do. [Never ever ever on this grand a scale or so directly affecting Gallifrey, but Narvin is more than a bit crazy to the point of being delusional when it comes to this subject.]

My predecessor, Coordinator Vansell, can stop the whole thing from happening. The Pandora crisis, the Time War, all of it. Or, if whatever contact I make is too late for that, then at least my past self can mitigate things, and stop Gallifrey from being destroyed.

And this is where he switches to [Private]

[dominie]

No he couldn't. Listen to me very carefully, Narvin. I'm not just another Time Lord. I'm not even like other mes. I know things, things that I shouldn't know.

Every course of time that I can follow, every thread of probability leads to Gallifrey's destruction in several different ways. It's all woven up in it. I understand you want the world safe, I do as well. But you can't rip an event of that magnitude out of time without dire consequences. You might as well shoot a canonball through a woven sweater.

[Private] Have a bucket of crazy

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is speaking quietly, almost to himself, almost whimpering.]

But it can't be inevitable. It simply can't be. Even fixed events can be altered. Time rewoven. That what Time Lords are for, to determine the proper course of time through the cosmos and protect it.

[And then a sudden mood change to chilly and ruthless.]

Besides, events didn't destroy the Time Lords, you did. Lord Rassilon had a plan, and if you hadn't...

[He trails off and becomes pensive, because he'd vehemently disagreed with Rassilon's plan when he'd first brought it up in secret to the CIA. His utter refusal to hand over some of the necessary technology from the CIA vaults was one of the things that had got him sentenced to execution. But that was when he'd still thought they could win the Time War. Now, knowing that the choice is the annihilation of his race or self preservation at the expense of the rest of the universe...he doesn't know whether or not he did the right thing. And, because that's a disturbing thought that he doesn't want to deal

Five taught him the basics, he took it from there.

[bob_fraser_snr]

There was one a while ago, but I'm afraid he's dead. Though I suppose I could have a word with him.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Wha? This...doesn't look like a Time Lord.]

Who are you?

Who's dead?

...and just how are you planning on having a word with him if he--whoever he is--is dead?

[bob_fraser_snr]

Well, I'm dead. Doesn't stop me talking to you, does it?

And I'm Bob. Sergeant Robert Fraser of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.

New to the Barge, son?

[timesbureaucrat]

I've been here about a month and a half, in human terms.

How do you know about the Barge? I've never seen you here.

[rass_bestie]

Narvin. If it were that easy, I'd have done it by now.

[timesbureaucrat]

Well, I had to try. It's better than sitting here waiting, doing nothing. [Slight accusation in his voice there.]

[rass_bestie]

Doing nothing? Well, of course, you'd believe that!

WTF am I doing, I don't even play here! :D

[ofdrumsthesound]

Fuck the High Council. They put the drumming in my brain, they made me into what I am.

And they were delicious.

That's kinda what 4th Wall Day is for.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin used to have an EoT Master as his inmate before he vanished, so be warned that he thinks he knows you. And they didn't get along.]

Master. [He sneers the name, does his best to make it a mockery of itself.] I was wondering when you'd turn up again.

Point LOL

[ofdrumsthesound]

Oh, I've never been here before. Probably an alternate.

So, CIA? A sad little slave of the glorious bastards who ran that fucking disaster known as the Time War? A war that should never have been to start with . . .

*He licks his lips* I wonder if you'd taste as good as they did, juicy and hot wet red down my chin. Oh yes, how I paid them back for what they did to me, I salivate just thinking about it. Now hold still!

[timesbureaucrat]

[This alternate Master is a lot crazier than the Master he knew, who, thanks to the Barge, had less drumbeat in his head.]

Hardly a slave of the Council. I answer only to the President.

[He looks at the Master's image on the communicator screen with disgust.]

And frankly, I'd rather be a petty junior technician again than an insane animal like you've become. You're a disgrace to Gallifrey.