A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
Last Great Time War
The galaxy is a relatively peaceful place. It's been nineteen years since Exar Kun was defeated, and the Republic is well on it's way to recovery. The Sith have vanished from the face of the galaxy, and the Jedi Order is once again in harmony.
But there is a strange new danger approaching from outside the galactic boundaries. Strange radiation particles have been detected along the edge of the galactic disc, the cause of which are unknown. Driven by curiousity, the Senate has dispatched a science vessel, the RSS Nebulas, to investigate the cause of these strange readings.
Contact with the vessel was lost. Unwilling to risk endangering another science vessel, the senate has instead dispatched a small military force to the last known location of the Nebulas. Now, the Republic can do nothing but wait. However, Supreme Chancellor JASTER ARREL will soon be thrown into a strange new world after a secret meeting with a mysterious new ally...
Supreme Chancellor Jaster Arrel tossed the datapad he was reading onto his desk, and rubbed his eyes, sighing tiredly. The sun had vanished behind the glorious skyline of the Republic capital hours ago, and the city was as quite as it ever was on the last night of the work week. The bars would be open for another three hours, so traffic would continue until then - after that, the streets would be nearly deserted until sunrise.
The fleet sent to investigate the disappearance of the Nebulas
was due to report to Coruscant in just under seven hours time, and the Chancellor - indeed, the entire senate - was anxiously awaiting Captain Burgan's report on the situation. The possibility of a Sith presence had not been ruled out, and these strange radiation traces could be a sign of some terrible new weapon. With the threat of another war looming over them, the war-weary senate was anxious to learn the truth of this strange occurrence.
A deep thump echoed inside the Chancellor's head, and he rubbed his temples. He could feel a headache coming on, and closed his eyes as a light faded into his vision. He needed to get some sleep...
"Chancellor, there is a communcae coming in foor you from-"
The thrumming gave way to a strange grinding, and the blinking light off to the side of his office began to grow brighter. He shook his head as the grinding rose in volume, and rubbed his eyes again as a strange blue box began to materialise in his office. With another deep thump, this one louder, the grinding sound stopped, and the light blinked out. The Chancellor stood, pounding his thumb on the emergency alert button to summon security.
But the button did nothing. The alarm wouldn't activate, and though the button should have been glowing a vibrant red, it remained dark. a door running the height of the blue box opened, and a fairly tall man in a strange, yet somehow tidy looking suit stepped out. He was clean shaven, his brownish green eyes looking around the room over a tall, narrow nose.
"I'll think you'll find, Chancellor," he said, his voice accented in a somehow comforting manner. "That you cannot call for your gaurds."
The Chancellor relaxed inexplicably as the man spoke, tilting his head confusedly. "Who... are you?"
The man stepped out of the blue box, closing the door behind him. He pulled a gold device out of his pocket, glanced at it, and placed it back in his pocket. He then turned to the wall and began running his hands along the edge of the doorway, from ceiling to floor.
The Chancellor watched him curiously - he then noticed that the normally blinking light on the door was no longer blinking. He then noticed that the voice of his receptionist had stopped. He tapped the intercomm button
"Dela? Dela, are you there?" There was no answer. He spun around, his mouth dropping in horror.
Everything had stopped. The traffic, the people, the blinking lights of the night clubs and bars - everything. Nothing was moving or making a sound.
The Chancellor turned back to the strange man from the blue box again to find him running his hands underneath the edge of the desk, getting down on his knees to knock at the base of the desk, wher eit met the floor.
"What's going on?" he asked, looking out the window again. "Who in blazes are you?"
"I'm known as the Doctor," said the man, straightening and reaching out to shake the Chancellor's hand. Arrel took the Doctor's hand, shook it, then inhaled deeply. "What's going on?" he asked.
The Doctor pulled the gold device from his pocket again, glance at it, the replaced it in his pocket. "It's quite simple: the Time Lord Council has frozen time ever so briefly so I may speak to you with absolutely no distractions."
"Council, yes. We are the guardians of History. Much like your Jedi guard and protect your fragile galaxy, so do we guard the integrity and stability of Time itself."
The Chancellor stared at the Doctor blankly, his mouth slightly open. The Doctor pulled a cylindrical device about as long as his hand out of his pocket, pointing it at the Chancellor's desk. It emitted a short, high pitched screech, and the console activated, a large hologram popping up from the display iris.
"What in blazes..."
"This is a temporal map of your galaxy's history," explained the Doctor, as if it should have been obvious. "The blue lines indicate how events should unfold. The yellow lines indicate how they are actually unfolding."
The Chancellor stared at the display, perplexed. "I'm sorry, 'doctor', but... all I see is a tangle of green-"
"That's because the yellow lines overlap the blue, creating the green. Green lines indicate that those events unfolded the way History recorded them."
"I... don't understand..."
The Doctor pressed his finger against the display, and dragged it to the left. The lines shifted over, and a mess of yellow and blue appeared on the screen. "The Timeline is in peril," he said after a moment, deactivating the display. He turned away from the Chancellor, and began pacing his office.
Arrel stepped out from behind his desk. "I'm... still thouroughly confused... what exactly is going on?"
"I told you - I am a Time Lord, sent by the Council on Gallifrey, to restore the integrity of the Timeline and bring balance to History."
"Yes, I got all that, but... what-"
"The Time Lords are at war," said the Doctor shortly. "The Dalek Empire is attempting to take over the Time Matrix, and are usiing temporal manipulation to attain that objective."
"They are attempting to alter the past in order to gain better control over the present. They are attempting to overthrow the Time Lords of Gallifrey and take control of the Time Matrix, so they may use it to gain unlimited power over the universe."
The Chancellor fell back into his chair, his breath quickening. Perhaps he had fallen asleep an hour ago, and this was just a strange nightmare...
"Three days ago, you dispatched a small fleet to investigate the disappearance of the RSS Nebulas
, which vanished while scanning the galactic disc for the cause of the radiation that is currently seeping into the fringes of the galaxy, correct?"
The Chancellor nodded weakly.
is gone. Destroyed by the Dalek fleet, which is preparing to sweep through this galaxy, conquer or destroy all life in it, and use it as a foot-hold for this part of the universe - why this galaxy is so important, we do not know yet."
The Chancellor stared at the Doctor, his eyes wide, his mouth agape. "Uhm... perhaps... uh..."
"There is little time left to act, Chancellor," said the Doctor. "The Council are unable to send help. I am all that is coming. We must act quickly if we are to defeat the Daleks."
The Chancellor found his voice again. "Now hold on just a moment!" he yelled, standing again as the Doctor made for the door. "You can't just abrge in here, tell me of a war for control over time itself, then expect me to-"
"Can't I?" asked the Doctor, turning to face the Chancellor again.
"You expect me to believe that you are a man that is capable of travelling through time?! That's impossible! The Republic Science Directorate has proven that time travel is impossible!"
"Well good for the Republic Science Directorate," said the Doctor patiently. "Have you not looked out the window, Chancellor? You doubt that what I am telling you is the truth?"
The Chancellor gritted his teeth, but said nothing.
"For the past twenty universal hours, I have had this same argument with the head of each political power in this galaxy. You will not stand a chance against the Daleks unless the entire galaxy battle together under a single banner. There will not be any more help from outside this galaxy - the Time Lords are spread to thinly across the cosmos. We have nobody to spare. We are alone, Chancellor."
He took the gold device from his pocket again, this time pressing the small button on the top as he glanced at it. "The temporal pause is about to end. I must depart, for now. I shall return. You must recall the fleet, and speak to the Senate of what I have told you. They will be sceptacle, but I will return shortly to prove your claims."
He opened the door to the blue box, stepped inside, and closed the door. The Chancellor stood, moveing towards the box - he still had questions that he needed answered before he spoke to the senate. But he couldn't open the door. He stepped back as the box began to make the same grinding sound as it had earlier. It began to fade, until it simply vanished from the office, leaving no trace that it had ever been there.
"- President Vashteln. He says he has an urgent matter to discuss with you. Something to do with a man calling himself 'The Doctor'."
Arrel fell back into his chair, dumbstruck. "Clear my schedule for the next fourteen hours," he said. "And contact Administrator Hrkty, Prime Minister Adaru, and General Frayyyl. Be sure to mention 'The Doctor' in the message."
"Understood, sir..." she said, obviously confused.
"Call an emergency meeting of the Senate," he added. "I want the Jedi Council present, as well."