The Lords of Gallifrey
08-09-2005, 15:50
“This (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=442796) is… a joke, right…” Romana stared at the Chancellor of Time-Present, Theorasdavoramilonithene. Romanadvoratrelundar, 413th President of the High Council of Time Lords, was used to the occasional insult from inferior nations, but this was the first time she’d been informed that they’d been… annexed.
“I’m afraid not Lady President… I wish it was, but no one has a sense of humour this absurd,” Theoras replied.
Romana twitched
She twitched again, “You realise what this means Theo?” she said, with a wide grin.
“That we should point and laugh at them?”
Romana shook her head slowly, and sauntered over to a chest of drawers made of a strange opalescent wood, opening one labelled foreign relations. The pile of sheaves of paper labelled ‘non-intervention documents’ tied in gold string looked particularly daunting. Romana set them on their end, and began examining the titles, “Invalid… invalid… invalid… invalid… invalid…”
This continued for some time, until finally, she dumped the entire pile onto the surface, creating a hefty thud.
“Let’s see,” Romana said, still grinning incorrigibly, “They’re not the Polity. And they’re not the Monans or any of that shower…”
Theo twitched, “The consortium of Temporal Powers?”
“As I was saying, that shower. So… it appears we have a free hand in chastising them…”
Theo’ eyes twinkled with realisation, “You’re kidding…”
“I am not,” Romana proclaimed.
“Oh my…” Theo said, “You mean we get to…”
Romana nodded, “Prepare the battle-TARDISes!”
Theo laughed, “At once War-Queen!”
Romana blinked in surprise and near-astonishment, “War-Queen?”
“Oh yes, that’s your title if you want to kick someone in the nuts… Really, it was used in the past anyway.”
“War-Queen it is then!”
-==-
There were only a few Type-80 Mark 4 Battle-TARDISes in the assault force, seven, in fact. They appeared as seven small grey objects, each about two meters across. Crews wandered back and forth, gathered in a courtyard, surrounded by their vessels. The War-Queen sauntered into the middle of the small crowd, around eighty-four men and women, not feeling the need to show off with a podium or any such thing.
“Today, brave soldiers, for the first time since the age of myth, we are at war. We are at war with some pretenders who go by the name of Ankhmet. They think to assault our dignity, and to claim that they own our sovereignty. This insolence shall not go unpunished. Their own actions have rendered the treaties that bind our hands null and void.
“We will therefore go forth and attack this usurper nation, and show them the true meaning of power. You are each privileged with being part of the first assault, which I myself shall lead. Go to your vessels my friends, and prepare to do your duties!”
The crowd ambled off, and as each vessel was filled, the crew passing into its hyper-dimensional interior, it changed shape, cycling through the fifty nine stellations of the regular icosahedron, the standard exterior shapes used by that model of TARDIS, until they found appropriate forms.
Then, with a dull noise, they disappeared, flying on wings faster than time itself, flying towards Ankhmet.
“I’m afraid not Lady President… I wish it was, but no one has a sense of humour this absurd,” Theoras replied.
Romana twitched
She twitched again, “You realise what this means Theo?” she said, with a wide grin.
“That we should point and laugh at them?”
Romana shook her head slowly, and sauntered over to a chest of drawers made of a strange opalescent wood, opening one labelled foreign relations. The pile of sheaves of paper labelled ‘non-intervention documents’ tied in gold string looked particularly daunting. Romana set them on their end, and began examining the titles, “Invalid… invalid… invalid… invalid… invalid…”
This continued for some time, until finally, she dumped the entire pile onto the surface, creating a hefty thud.
“Let’s see,” Romana said, still grinning incorrigibly, “They’re not the Polity. And they’re not the Monans or any of that shower…”
Theo twitched, “The consortium of Temporal Powers?”
“As I was saying, that shower. So… it appears we have a free hand in chastising them…”
Theo’ eyes twinkled with realisation, “You’re kidding…”
“I am not,” Romana proclaimed.
“Oh my…” Theo said, “You mean we get to…”
Romana nodded, “Prepare the battle-TARDISes!”
Theo laughed, “At once War-Queen!”
Romana blinked in surprise and near-astonishment, “War-Queen?”
“Oh yes, that’s your title if you want to kick someone in the nuts… Really, it was used in the past anyway.”
“War-Queen it is then!”
-==-
There were only a few Type-80 Mark 4 Battle-TARDISes in the assault force, seven, in fact. They appeared as seven small grey objects, each about two meters across. Crews wandered back and forth, gathered in a courtyard, surrounded by their vessels. The War-Queen sauntered into the middle of the small crowd, around eighty-four men and women, not feeling the need to show off with a podium or any such thing.
“Today, brave soldiers, for the first time since the age of myth, we are at war. We are at war with some pretenders who go by the name of Ankhmet. They think to assault our dignity, and to claim that they own our sovereignty. This insolence shall not go unpunished. Their own actions have rendered the treaties that bind our hands null and void.
“We will therefore go forth and attack this usurper nation, and show them the true meaning of power. You are each privileged with being part of the first assault, which I myself shall lead. Go to your vessels my friends, and prepare to do your duties!”
The crowd ambled off, and as each vessel was filled, the crew passing into its hyper-dimensional interior, it changed shape, cycling through the fifty nine stellations of the regular icosahedron, the standard exterior shapes used by that model of TARDIS, until they found appropriate forms.
Then, with a dull noise, they disappeared, flying on wings faster than time itself, flying towards Ankhmet.