FANGARIUS: Forgotten Days - Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE

CHRONOSPACE CO-ORDINATES:  Pandora’s Junction

CHRONOLOGICAL TELLURIAN DATE:  October 2^nd, 2004

The atmosphere contained an ancient serenity.  Almost within direct contrast from what the Universe had undergone for approximately one millennium.  At least it felt as if one millennium had transpired while the lone figure walked along the marble corridor.  Examining the architecture round him, he considered it miraculous how this sacred edifice survived the Time War.

                Not to mention how the Daleks had inexplicably overlooked this mystic realm.  From his past experiences, there wasn’t one area where these wretched creatures usually ended up at.  And the results were typically identical:  the Daleks planning on implementing the place for their Intergalactic Conquest, or simply exterminating worlds they deemed ‘unsuitable.’

                However, for now, he didn’t care.  Even though the man possessed a small component of compassion.  He secretly was relieved something wondrous had survived the immeasurable destruction and devastation behind the war.  Consequently, afterwards, he really just wanted to forget.  He wanted as far away from this place, and anything connected with it, as possible.  From everyone and everything, until he was able to come to grips with the shattering reality his planet no longer existed.

                His true consolation, on the other hand, was his Godchild had not been embroiled within this unspeakable horror.

                ‘Doctor.’ Another voice spoke from out of the shadows, prompting the man to turn round.

               

                ‘What in blazes?’ The Doctor disbelievingly stared at the man before him.  Crew cut, leather jacket, dark jumpsuit and black ropers, he recognised this as his former self.  Or more specifically, his Ninth Incarnation.  ‘Right. What’s going on here?’

                ‘Well, young man,’ the elderly gentlemen with long white hair spoke. ‘That should be evidently obvious, shouldn’t it?’  Decked within a suit, vest, wearing a frock coat, this was no doubt The Doctor as well.

                The First Doctor.

                ‘Seems Fangarius’ sonic screwdriver has cast a Protection Spell,’ he sniffed. ‘But as usual, something has gone wrong. Miscalculation, perhaps.’

                The Doctor now realised why he rarely fondly remembered this particular Incarnation. ‘Excuse me,’ he interrupted. ‘But if I recall, an Ancient barged into the TARDIS, when I was going to rescue Fangarius.’  He hated when he felt it necessary explaining the apparent situation to himself.

                ‘Mercy me,’ The First Doctor bemusedly stared at him. ‘And what, young man, did we.. you.. do for warranting such a visitation?’

                ‘You tell me,’ The Doctor heatedly retorted. ‘Cillian claimed we.. you.. knew him during the Forgotten Ages.’

                ‘Cillian?’ The old man frowned, searching his memory. ‘Cillian.. Cillian…’ Suddenly he extracted the ancient memory from the recesses of his mind. ‘Goodness me! But I thought Rassilon and Keanu had taken care of him! How did he escape?’

                ‘Not sure,’ The Doctor pulled out his glasses and slipped them on, examining the scene before him. ‘But I suspect you’re right, Fangarius’ spell probably wasn’t only designed for protecting me.’

                ‘Of course! It was also meant for jogging our memory.’ He began showing interest within the scene as well. ‘I suggest we observe this, my boy, perhaps the answers we—you—seek are concealed within here.’

                Coming out of an archway, a dark-haired man appeared.  Dressed in ornate robes, he wore an elegant headband and dark spectacles.  The Doctor identified them as Optishades, since the lenses weren’t exactly composed of your average glass material.  He also glanced at the crimson jewel set below the man’s neck.

                Psichronomotric Gem. Only the ParaLords possessed access to such enigmatic artefacts.  The crimson F-Clanscrest also revealed the man’s identity, as well as the wolf’s tail peeking from his robes.  The being originated from the Fangarian Clanstribe, and was also one of The Doctor’s oldest friends.

                ‘Keanu.’ He weakly smiled, not knowing how he should act here. But for now, he hugged him, simply glad there was a friendly face greeting the Time Lord.  Normally he never fancied authority figures, but the ParaCouncil was a bit more tolerable than the Gallifreyan High Council.

                ‘Ricem,’ Keanu whispered. ‘Thank the Ancients you’re alive, Mi amigo.’

                Keanu inspected The Doctor’s recent Incarnation.  Despite the unusual crew cut, The Doctor’s attire consisted of a black jumpsuit, leather jacket, dark trousers and ropers.  Not quite the most exquisite of fashion, but it was currently all they had managed to find from the TARDIS Wardrobe.  The Doctor didn’t mind, he was rather comforted he was with friends than at the hands of his enemies, The Daleks.  Although after Gallifrey’s untimely destruction, he seriously doubted anyone had survived the explosion.

                The Doctor sensed Keanu was wincing slightly, though the being revealed no apparent wounds.

                ‘Keanu, you all right?’ He knew the ParaLord and several Fangarian Clanstribe members had fought alongside him and the Time Lords.  In fact, it was the Clanstribes who helped protect the innocent from the impending Time War.

                ‘I’m fine, Doctor,’ Keanu inhaled deeply, regaining his strength. ‘Many tasks have been handed over to the ParaCouncil, I’m afraid.’

                ‘Like Fangarius,’ The Doctor somberly noted. ‘You do far more than your share.’

                Keanu smiled wearily. ‘Perhaps.. but as you’ve once noted, things which are required of us, must eventually be performed.’

                ‘Never heard it quite put that way,’ The Doctor grinned, yet, he detected something wrong with his friend.  Whenever Keanu used his extensive vocabulary, it meant he was troubled about something.  The Time War had indeed left its scars on many.

                They calmly walked a bit through the corridor.  The place they were in was officially known as the OmniCosmicon.  It was here, where everything in the Universe—the Multiverse—converged, and where the ParaCouncil kept tabs on all things Paranormal and Mystic.  But now since the Time Lords were no more, it seemed they’d be handling ChronoSpheric affairs as well.

                ‘Fangexlcoatl’s in a comatose state,’ Keanu stated. Except there was no accusing tone within his voice, but more factual in nature. ‘They say he’s rather fortunate, since few Paranormals survive overextension for prolonged periods.’

                The Doctor grimly frowned. He knew the real reason behind Fangexl’s condition and he felt partially responsible for it.

                ‘Nonsense,’ Keanu detected the Time Lord’s thoughts. ‘Doctor, we have considered you an essential component of the Fangarian Clan.’

                ‘I should have done something,’ The Doctor bitterly protested. ‘He shouldn’t have sacrificed himself like that.’

                ‘But, Doctor,’ Keanu placed a reassuring hand upon his shoulder. ‘Would you have not done the same for my Hijan as well?’

                The Doctor stared at Keanu momentarily. ‘I should’ve detected Salerion’s presence… I should’ve.’

                Keanu closed his eyes, gently smiling. ‘Sigma..’ It was the first time h had used The Doctor’s real name in ages. ‘You are not the cause for Salerion’s behavior, nor should you be the one responsible. I fear the attribute falls upon myself. Especially since I appointed his Frelan, Fangexcoatl as the Eldest Fangarian over him.’

                The Doctor incredulously gazed at Keanu.  For years, as with everyone else, he presumed Salerion was the younger brother of Fangexlcoatl.  Particularly since Salerion did not exactly transmit a responsible air about himself.  In fact, The Doctor was still reeling from the memories of what the fiendish being had done to his cousin Fangarius.  Although Fanger had managed sorting it out, it had resulted in some unexpected ramifications along the way.

                ‘Hijan Salerion selected his path, just as Hijan Fangexlcoatl did as well.’ Keanu noted Salerion had dealt with radical subversives on Gallifrey, but even before then, he sensed his eldest son was not exactly benevolent like his younger brother. ‘I fear he was influenced by the Cal’Del, we never knew how great the influence was. Thus, I enacted a Shi’Kelan, appointing Fangexlcoatl as the Eldest.’

                The Doctor shuddered a bit.  Just like the Dalek Cult he had heard legends about, the Cal’Del was an infamous faction composed of Tombeurian Supremacists.  The Cal’Del possessed the belief Tombeurel wanted Gallifrey and the Universe cleansed of all infidels rejecting the Tombeurian Way.  Ironically, the Corinthians shared similar beliefs concerning Gallifrey itself, but weren’t quite as extreme as the Cal’Del.

                He now realised why Salerion had embarked on the La Genèse Project, and implemented the Genet BioData on Fanger himself.  Of course, Salerion had not counted on Fanger being an unwilling subject, nor the insight his relation might use security devices for such innovations.

                ‘At least I spared Fangarius from his grip,’ The Doctor flatly stated. ‘As well from this disaster..’ A tear came to his eye.

                ‘Yes, Doctor,’ a voice interrupted. ‘I’m sure my D’tei would be rather grateful for that.’

Engrossed in their conversation, Keanu and The Doctor had ended up at one of the Main Workshop Facilities.  Awaiting them was a familiar figure as well. Resembling a bit like the Fifth Fanger, except taller with darker hair, the being possessed the identical mutlicoloured headband and F-Clanscrest on his outfit.  The ensemble bore a Western look to it, yet, The Doctor noted the leather work trousers and leather pads over the normal attire.  The being’s scarf was absent, but The Doctor recognised him soon enough.

                ‘Fanstar,’ The Doctor hardly believed he had survived as well. ‘Thank the Ancients, you made it. Don’t know what your father would’ve said if you had perished.’ Technically, he acknowledged the young Fangarian had undergone another Regeneration, meaning like him, Fanstar had barely survived the Time War himself.

                ‘So,’ the old man fascinatingly inspected Fanstar. ‘This is the Little One’s son, no doubt.’

                ‘One of them,’ The Doctor had also met Fanstar’s twin brother, Ianstar.  As well as Fanger and Nyssa’s daughter, Achika Barbara. ‘Fanstar has quite an extensive knowledge of arsenals, and an adventure streak he inherited both from his father and mother.’

                ‘I see,’ The First Doctor smiled. ‘And we’d have nothing to do with this influence, I see?’

                The Doctor’s face became red.  ‘Well… uh,’ he immediately adjusted his glasses, focusing on the scene. ‘Why don’t we find out more about this, shall we?’

                The old man couldn’t help but smile at his younger-looking counterpart.

Amidst the cluttered cloisters, musty rooms and high, vaulted walls, there lingered a deep and resounding silence.  The room which housed artefacts confiscated by the ParaCouncil, as evidence for trials, now held elaborate workbenches, metallic drawers, mechanical equipment, and parts of salvaged devices from TARDISes, SIDRATs and spacecrafts.  As Fanstar led The Doctor and Keanu past his own spacecraft, he brought them into another section of the area.  There they witnessed a recognisable scene.

                Arranged neatly in a row, seven featureless objects about the size of Texas farm sheds, now stood before them.  Their monotonous, dull-grey surfaces were tinged by the familiar greenish illumination.  The Doctor gave Fanstar an incredulous expression.

                ‘Managed salvaging these bits and pieces from the battlefield,’ he astutely noted. Checking the area a bit before approaching a hidden panel. ‘After all, can’t have this stuff lying about in space.’ Touching the panel, a door automatically slid open. ‘Besides if I hadn’t been performing salvage and repair, I wouldn’t have come across this.’

                Stepping through the doorway, Fanstar revealed a lost treasure for The Doctor.  At the far corner of the room, there stood the blue police box.  As if being reunited with an old, lost friend, The Doctor nervously walked towards the craft.  Reaching out his hand, he touched it surface.  It was warm, and it was real.  The TARDIS, too, had survived.  His TARDIS.

                ‘Funny thing,’ Fanstar nodded. ‘It materialised shortly after you and Fangexl were admitted into hospital. Definitely a survivor, I’ll give her that.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor stared at the TARDIS.  Though it was back, he sensed a subtle difference about the craft. ‘You’ve repaired her.’

                ‘Well,’ Fanstar glanced at Keanu. ‘Reconstruct her is more accurate.’

The first thing The Doctor noticed when they entered the TARDIS was the doors themselves.  No longer were they interlocked designs with roundels, but actually the interface of the police box itself, with a genuine phone attached to it.  Fanstar indicated he did this since the original chameleon circuit had been irreparably damaged, and he had to make do with some spare parts.

                ‘However,’ Fanstar admitted. ‘I think it gives the TARDIS a bit of comfort, in a way. That she’s not completely alien.’

                ‘Sort of a homey look, eh?’ The Doctor smiled. ‘I like it.’

The atmosphere reminded The Doctor the first time he launched the TARDIS.  Somber, foreboding, yet, serene and quiet, the deep azure illumination from the modified Main Console meant, like the Time Lord, it had barely survived as well.  Inset roundels were now elegantly replaced by hexagonal patterns while the room contained a phosphorescent luminosity.  The supporting pillars were no longer girders from his last version of the Main Console Room, but now organic, almost plant-like as they extended upwards into the vast ceiling above.

                The Main Console contained a more compact appearance, its Time Rotor managed retaining its crystalline rods sealed neatly within the glass itself.  Fanstar explained he had immediately located the TARDIS’ Cybernetic Core shortly after The Doctor’s unexpected landing.  Fortunately the TARDIS’ personality, which the Time Lord had been accustomed to, had been recovered.

                The Doctor sensed the origins behind this particular architectural configuration.  Despite Fanstar receiving ‘O’ Levels in TARDIS Engineering, the Time Lord perceived this was not they young Fangarian’s handiwork.  Gently sliding his hand against the console’s smooth surface, The Doctor unwittingly activated a holographic image.

                Brown-haired, somewhere in his late-twenties, the young man materialised before The Doctor.

                As with Fanstar, the man wore a multicoloured headband.  The rest of his ensemble consisted of an emerald shirt, dark sweater bearing the crimson F-Clanscrest, grey trousers and black loafers.  He also possessed the noticeable dark-hands with claws, and wolf’s-tail.

                The Doctor acknowledged the being as Fanger.

                The Eighth Fanger, to be more specific.

The Doctor remembered this part, not fancying on reliving it again.  But as his First Incarnate indicated, the enchantment lacked any fast-forward controls.  Meaning all they could do was observe the events as they played out before them.

Throughout their travels together, The Doctor hardly fathomed his Godchild finally becoming a Time Lord.  Not only did Fanger construct his own TARDIS, but married Nyssa, became a father, and undergone seven Regenerations.  Secretly The Doctor ascertained why it was imperative for maintaining Fanger’s presence on a low-key level.  After all, it was essentially no miracle for the Paranormal Time Lord surviving the Time War.  The Doctor had sagely initiated the necessary precautions for ostracising Fanger away from this unspeakable disaster.

                Not only had he established a sacred promise to Harrison and Diane, The Doctor realised it was critical his Godchild have no part with the Time War itself.  Surprisingly, he was fortunate the F-Clones had not sensed Fanger’s absence, preferring battling endlessly against their mortal enemies, The Daleks instead.

                Nevertheless, as The Doctor inspected the TARDIS’ Main Console, he suspected the Little One established some vital contribution for helping The Doctor pick up the pieces from the aftermath.

                ‘Doctor,’ Fanger evenly spoke. ‘If you’re receiving this, then it’s come to my understanding the TARDIS has either sustained critical damage..’ he slightly hesitated, staring at his Godfather. ‘Or.. something has occurred with Gallifrey.. the Time Lords.. as well as the remaining Clanstribes..’

                The Doctor incredulously gazed directly at Fanger’s holographic image.

                Did the Little One essentially perceive the Time War?

           

                ‘Seems Fangarius was always the perceptive one, hmm?’ The First Doctor noted. ‘Also appears he’s taken on human form as well.’

                ‘Confidentially,’ The Doctor corrected. ‘Fangarius has been in humanised form for several Incarnations.’

                ‘Yes..’ The old man’s mind touched with his other self. ‘My word, and the Time Lords dared put him on trial for a second time?’

                ‘From what I was told,’ The Doctor vaguely recalled, ‘Yes.’ His first encounter with the Sixth Fanger had not gone swimmingly, but just as the First Doctor had dealt with the First Fanger, he wasn’t going to let his Godchild misbehave.  Six Incarnates or not.

                Nonetheless, he comprehended why the Paranormal Time Lord was pensive.  Seemed the High Council had nothing better than hounding them for their views on exploration and intervening with other races when needed.

                ‘Whatever the case, I’ve given specific instructions to my relatives for the TARDIS’ Reconstruction.  Along with it, I’ve installed her with my own, sacred invention:  the exact same power source as my own TARDIS.’

                Astonishingly, The Doctor did wonder if Fanger genuinely knew what was to come.  The invention Fanger developed enabled TARDISes to function without the use of the Eye of Harmony.  Privately, the Time Lord pondered over how he’d travel without this primary source, but it appeared Fanger provided him the means.  The same means which had nearly endangered the Multiverse.

                ‘If you haven’t figured it out by now, the architectural configuration’s a present from me, Doctor,’ Fanger bowed his head momentarily, ‘I know you’ve probably endured a lot, and for now, I suspect you wish to forget what you’ve undergone.’

                ‘And I hope to see you again, Doctor.’

                Brushing the holographic image’s cheek, The Doctor felt the tears run silently across his cheeks.  Fanger’s image promptly dispersed before him.  The Time Lord bitterly wanted to slam his fist against the TARDIS console.  Mainly because he knew he might not be able to see his Godchild ever again.  Fanstar and Keanu respectively bowed their heads while The Doctor placed his hands against the illuminated panel.  Drawing in a deep breath, he knew Fanger didn’t go to all this trouble for him becoming depressed.

                The Doctor then recognised where Fanstar had procured some of the components for reconstructing the TARDIS.

                ‘You know, Fanstar,’ The Doctor wryly spoke. ‘When your D’tei finds out where you got the parts, he’s going to kill you.’

                Fanstar casually inspected his work. ‘Dad never said I couldn’t acquisition parts from his secret workshop. Besides it was the only place I could locate the proper materials for protecting the Cybernetic Core.  Apparently your TARDIS is rather stronger than she looks.’

                The Doctor turned back towards the Main Console.  Nervously, he knew Fanger’s technological prowess was unrivaled against most TARDIS Engineers in the field.  Secretly he eyed the cylindrical slide controls, wanting to give his newly-reconstructed craft an appropriate test drive.  That is, until he sensed Fanstar and Keanu had not left the TARDIS.

                ‘Is there a problem, gentlemen?’ The Doctor apprehensively inquired.  Something forewarned him all of this was too good to be true.

                Fanstar sighed disdainfully, wondering why official types never inform anyone until the last minute. ‘Guess you haven’t gotten round telling him, then?’

                ‘Tell me what?’ The Doctor sternly glanced at both of them. ‘Has something happened to Fangarius?’

                ‘Not exactly,’ Keanu briefly cast a cold eye towards his nephew before returning his attention towards The Doctor. ‘The ParaCouncil requests your presence, I fear, upon some rather urgent matters concerning some events during the ChronoWar.’

                The Doctor’s hearts fell as he accusingly stared at them. ‘You distinctly informed me I was not going to be put on trial.’

                ‘Actually, no,’ Fanstar promptly corrected. ‘You’ve been summoned for serving as an impartial witness for another’s trial.’

                ‘Another person?’ he frowned. ‘You mean, The Master? He’s still alive?’  The Doctor recalled his rival somehow got involved in an intergalactic battle against The Daleks.  But afterwards, lost track of the vile Time Lord.  In fact, from what he remembered the last encounter with his rival ended up with The Master being digested by the TARDIS, after a botched attempt in stealing The Doctor’s remaining lives.

                ‘Not quite,’ Keanu admitted. ‘But I shall concede this hearing is not exactly typical for the ParaCouncil.’

                ‘Hang about,’ The Doctor’s mind suddenly opened a floodgate from his memories. ‘The trial…’

                ‘It would seem likely, my boy,’ the old man smiled. ‘Do you recall why we were summoned before the ParaCouncil? If memory serves, not just anyone can be requested for serving on their jury.’

                The Doctor grimly remembered one of the forgotten shards he had obviously tucked away.  During the Time War, not to mention his encounter with his Past selves, he recalled dealing not only with the Valeyard’s interference, but another being as well.  One he had just met back in the TARDIS.

                ‘Cillian,’ he acrimoniously uttered under his breath.  But the First Doctor indicated the Ancient was merely one of the accused as they now were transported from the Workshop to another part of the complex.

Elsewhere within the mystic structures, an intriguing figure was quietly awaiting his fate.  Flaxen hair, emerald eyes, and slight stubble gave the illusion he was a young man.  Possibly in his mid-twenties, he could’ve easily passed himself off as a college student.  Even his striped shirt, blue sweater, brown slacks, and faded sneakers gave the indication he may have originated from Earth.

                In contrast, his serpentine pupils, pulsating headband, dark-clawed hands and wolf’s-tail he was definitely far from your average Tellurian.  Staring far into space, almost entranced, he felt the slight sting from his Magnalite shackles.  He contemplated on why his captors considered these constraints as a necessary precaution.

                ‘There is no requirement for these manacles,’ his voice lyrically uttered, soft and even, shattering the long silence. ‘Have I not accepted the Sa’Delan accordingly?’

                Within the same chamber, the dark-haired figure was peering out the door window.  He was completely dressed in leather, and bore a shirt with an emerald C-Clanscrest.  Like the captive, he, too, possessed lupine attributes as well.  Flicking his tail, he turned his attention to the blonde-haired Wolf-Being.

                ‘Adama, you realise it’s not as simple as that,’ he somberly noted. ‘Thanks to your association with your comrade over there,’ he chucked a thumb at the figure sitting in the far corner. ‘You’re in “protective” custody.’

                ‘Really?’ Briefly inspecting his surroundings, Adama acknowledged the inflection in his captor’s tone. ‘Odd reference for holding one against his will, eh, Jean-Damme?’

                Jean inquisitively raised an eyebrow, before Adama resumed the enigmatic meditation.  Not because Adama had identified him, nor the fact he made an astute observation of contradicting terms. But instead the hint of emotion tacked at the end of Adama’s statement.  Being Corinthian, Jean-Damme perceived extensive knowledge of all the Clanstribes, and their personality traits exactly.  And he never imagined discovering an emotional twinge emerging from Adama’s lips.  Essentially because next to the Locanshites, Adama’s Clanstribe was infamously denoted as the ‘living computer’ faction of Gallifrey itself, devoid of any natural characteristics.

                As a bounty hunter for several centuries, Jean still considered it unbelievable how his quarry was apprehended.  Most criminals of Adama’s caliber rarely accepted capture without putting up strong resistance.  In fact, Jean feared he’d end up bringing Adama inside a MedTransport or coffin, since he learned this particular Clanstribe was ruthless, putting both the Daleks and Cybermen to shame.

                Consequently, when Jean had located Adama on a distant planetoid, the Corinthian was indeed taken by surprise.  The being was already expecting his arrival.  Except Jean did not once encounter any concealed traps, ambushes by Adama’s relations, nor any security devices.  Instead the precautionary measures, in case his captive had suddenly developed a change of heart.

                ‘You are Corinthian,’ Adama registered Jean’s bioscent. ‘Are you not?’

                Jean wondered what activated Adama’s tongue this time. ‘Yes,’ he remarked bluntly. ‘And you, Adama, are Cipher Lupiné.’

                ‘Jean-Damme.’ Automatically registering the name, Adama’s mind extracted the infodata with expedient precision. ‘Curious. You’re classified as a Corinthian Assassin.  However, from recent experiences, you’ve altered your profession considerably.’

                ‘Well,’ Jean disliked how the Cipher Lupiné lived up to their legendary denotation. ‘Wasn’t like I exactly selected my original profession to begin with.’ He couldn’t ascertain why he was explaining himself to Adama, but at least it killed the deafening silence.. ‘Though I find being a Bounty Hunter slightly more fulfilling, if not less life-threatening.’

                ‘Perhaps,’ Adama failed in locating the discrepancy between the two professions.  Except for the fact he was still alive.  His expression changed as his mind unearthed something unique with Jean’s BioData. ‘You’ve been with the Little One on several occasions, I notice. Was he not possibly responsible for your insightful decision?’

                Jean hesitated. How does he know about Fanger?  Though it was hardly private knowledge about Fanger’s extensive travels, Jean never expected Adama encountering the Paranormal Time Lord.  And he knew with the Magnalite shackles, Adama was unable extracting any more information from Jean’s mind.

                ‘Relax, Corinthian,’ Adama slyly smiled, enjoying the fact he had unnerved the great Jean-Damme. ‘My first encounter with the Little One was rather a long time ago. Only once, mind you. And I must admit, it was indeed fortuitous of The Doctor and the ParaCouncil on deciding prevention of his interaction with the ChronoWar.’

Jean gave Adama an incredulous expression.  Not as so much as the Cipher Lupiné openly admitting his knowledge about Fanger.  He suspected Adama might have acquired some infodata about the Paranormal Time Lord, or perhaps had run into Fanger somewhere in ChronoSpace.  As with The Doctor, Fanger was well-known in several galaxies.  Adding to the fact both had several Incarnates floating about, one would eventually encounter either of them from time to time.

                Instead, the discord striking Jean, was Adama’s disimpassioned behaviour towards the ChronoWar.  Especially since Jean knew the reason behind his bounty’s apprehension.  Before the first spark of events had been placed into motion, the Corinthian had perceived numerous allegations about the Cipher Lupiné .  Particularly about their inexplicable contributions leading up to the ChronoWar itself.

                Consequently, despite all the accusations and implications made, nobody had ever acquired substantial evidence as proof of their orchestrated skullduggery.

                Until now.

Darkness permeated the vast room, the only glimmer of light was coming from Keanu and Fanstar.  Utilising their infravision, they illuminated their way through the seemingly, unending void.  Wearing infraspecs, The Doctor speculated on why they came here.  If his memory served him well, this place was one of the Fantasmi Cells.  Only the extremely-hardened, Paranormal criminals were banished here.  Although Dragard and Shada were specialised Biospheres designed for the exact identical purpose, the Fantasmi Cells were more than mere penitentiary constructs.  Rather than simply imprison the guilty, these were alternate dimension where all Parakinetic Forces ceased to exist.  Meaning even the most powerful being was unable of escaping these dimensional prisons, no matter how hard they tried.

                In fact, as an extra precaution, the Fantasmi Cells also neutralised the Natural Laws of Physics and Thermodynamics.  Thus, those trained being independent from their powers were unable managing use of a sonic screwdriver or some other tool for shattering their containment dimension.  Another preventive was keeping these Fantasmi Cells distinctly separate from one another.  While one dimensional cell easily kept one Paranormal in check, two or more was pressing things a bit.  Besides, no one had ever dared experiment with their integrity.

                ‘Apologies, Doctor,’ Keanu softly spoke. ‘You know, I’d never bring you here.’ He stopped at the gigantic, onyx door, inspecting its polished surface. ‘However, if you see firsthand what we’re up against, you’ll comprehend the nature behind our request for your presence.’ Producing a crystalline key, he gently tapped it against the gray panel.

                Deep sounds resonating throughout the place, The Doctor, Keanu and Fanstar witnessed the vibrations producing obscure light patterns etching themselves across the astronomical wall’s smooth surface.  Completing its intricate design, the light force cautiously disassembled the ebony barrier.  The Doctor realised the barrier wasn’t really a wall, but in reality, the Fantasmi Cell itself.  Acquainted with opening dimensional barriers, the Time Lord wasn’t certain of what he was expecting.

                As the last dark piece was removed, iridescent light inundated the morbid atmosphere, almost blinding the group.  Finally dispersing back down, the light revealed its contents to them.  The Doctor astonishingly observed the display before him. 

 Encapsulated within an Energon Orb, a young man appeared fettered with PK Dampeners, one round his neck connected to the two shackled on his arms.  The strange thing wasn’t the typical wolf’s tail, nor the darkened hands which The Doctor was rather accustomed to, but instead the being’s outfit itself.  Wearing a denim jacket,  green shirt and emerald sweater, dark blue-jeans and ropers, he appeared more like a young punk who had been at the wrong place, at the wrong time.  Auburn tresses caressing his youthful countenance, the being gave the illusion he was meditating for quite some time.  In fact, one might have mistaken him as a living statue.

The Doctor failed recognising the prisoner right away.  After all, he encountered countless villains, madmen and other deadly extraterrestrials, he couldn’t accurately recall all of them.  Until the captive’s eyes automatically snapped open.  Sapphire-emerald, serpentinesque, they immediately shattered the illusion, training themselves directly upon the Time Lord.

                ‘Cillian,’ The Doctor venomously identified. He never imagined ever meeting up with this vile creature again.

                ‘Time Lord,’ Cillian detected his Bioscent. ‘You’ve survived, I see. I’d expect no less from you.’  Staring intently at The Doctor, his eyes flashed.  ‘J’Kalahn!’ Feeling hot knives invade his brain, his concentration was shattered by an Energon band instantly forming round his forehead.  The electric force briefly subsided as he ceased his attempt. ‘Sh’Drak!’ He angrily spat.

                ‘Such masterful language,’ Fanstar sarcastically remarked. ‘Didn’t know Ancients had an extensive vocabulary.’

                ‘Do not act surprised, Ancient,’ Keanu frowned. ‘This was brought about by your own actions. As well as your involvement with instigating the ChronoWar in the first place.’

There was no argument there.  The Doctor felt no remorse witnessing Cillian’s discomfort.  Even if this was The Doctor’s Past, currently, he knew the Ancient was responsible for the near disaster of bringing his Incarnates together.  Not to mention resurrecting both Omega and the Celestial Toymaker, as well as using him for altering the outcome of the Time War.

                Naturally, the First Doctor had every reason for abhorring Cillian.  Thanks to the Ancient, he was nearly wiped out by some murderous being pretending to be him.  The Keeper, he referred to himself, who had sent The First Doctor on a one-way trip to the heart of Proammon’s Star before it went supernova.

                Mysteriously he had been saved at the last moment, but the events were a bit foggy on how it had happened.

The Doctor, on the other hand, realised Cillian had not gone to all this trouble for nothing.  Perhaps Fanger was correct about his suspicions, since it appeared the Ancient had a hand not only with the Great War, but the Time War as well.  The only dilemma he observed was the reason behind Cillian’s motives.  Why bring about Gallifrey’s destruction?  And why allow himself being apprehended by the ParaCouncil?  He sensed something sinister within these Shadows of the Past.  Something which would not only affect his present situation, but possibly Fanger’s as well.

Perspiring from the lingering pain, Cillian secretly desired escaping his bonds, unleashing his wrath upon Keanu without hesitation.  Regrettably, the accursed PK Dampeners round his neck and hands made it impossible for him casting even a simple illusion.  Currently, he surmised anger wasn’t the best option given to him.  Thus, he decided on initiating another tactic.

                ‘So, ParaLord,’ he slowly uttered through clenched fangs. ‘You’ve planned on torturing me? Is that it?’

                ‘Do not mistake me for the Dragard wardens,’ Keanu flatly stated. ‘If I was as worse as you’ve envisioned, I’d merely stick you under a psionic probe, would I not?’

                Dragard was the more infamous of the Penal Biospheres.  Whereas Shada was devised for keeping renegade Time Lord criminals in check, Dragard was originally used for incarcerating Paranormal and unstable criminals.  The Doctor had heard many horror tales about the place.  For as Keanu indicated, it wasn’t exactly the prisoners one needed concerning themselves about.  Ironically, it seemed the temporal stay had not affected Cillian, in the least.

                ‘Bold words, ParaLord,’ Cillian astutely spoke. ‘But you’ve no real concept of me, my essence, nor my being.’

                ‘You’re an Ancient,’ Fanstar flatly identified. ‘According to the Legends, you’re not exactly Gandalf, nor Merlin.’

                Cillian lips formed into a wry smile. ‘Your humour is rather refreshing, Hijan Fanstaran. Yes, I smell the scent of the Little One upon you. I must commend you, Time Lord.’ His eyes moved towards The Doctor. ‘Keeping the Little One out of this foolish carnage.’ Then his voice became low. ‘Or perhaps, you had another motive behind your noble actions?’

                The Doctor vehemently stared at the Ancient.

                Eyes transfixed on the Time Lord, Cillian then chillingly whispered. ‘Did you obviously conceive you’d really conceal the Little One from me? Diane’s Hijan?’

                ‘You know,’ Fanstar shattered the tension. ‘I find it rather interesting you want Dad.’

                ‘Hmm?’ The Doctor turned towards Fanstar.

                ‘Well, I mean, why not Dunestar, or ‘Lynn?’ He inquired. ‘After all, Dune’s a ChronoKnight, and he’d be a bigger threat to you than Dad.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor added. ‘ ‘Lynn would even give you quite a run for your money.’

                Cillian gave them a bemused expression, mixed with some amusement. ‘Be the fool, play the fool, you know of your D’tei’s importance, Fanstar. His older siblings mean nothing to me.’

                ‘Actually,’ Fanstar remarked. ‘I do, because if I recall, Grandier…’

                Cillian’s composure crumbled, scowling at his captors. ‘Do NOT mention that name in my presence!’ He warned with a deep hiss.

                ‘My, my,’ The First Doctor tutted. ‘Seems even then Cillian didn’t care much for our Mr. Grandier.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor studied the Ancient’s reaction. ‘Wonder what Grandier did in receiving such a reaction? I mean, yes, I knew the two weren’t exactly friends to begin with.’

                ‘Hit a nerve, did we?’ The Doctor found it strange how hearing a certain name brought out the Ancient’s true nature.

                ‘Ah,’ Keanu remembered the case back on Gallifrey. ‘Yes, seems he seized an artefact of yours, did he not?  Only to later be condemned imprisoned within in, and was transformed into a Paramorph in the process.’   Of course, Keanu knew the Fourth Fanger and Fangexl’s Godchild—Alex P. Keaton—had fought with Grandier, who had been terrorising a colony within the 88^th Century.  And the outcome had not been promising.

                 ‘Imprudent being,’ Cillian muttered. ‘He was given a simple task, and he couldn’t even…’ Realising where he was, he acknowledged the quizzical expressions from his audience. ‘But that has transpired, and I’ve made allowances for it since then.’

The Doctor observed the being meticulously, hardly believing this was once what his ancestors—Fanger’s ancestors—once feared.  The Ancients were extremely powerful Paranormals, who manipulated the absolute fabric of Time and Space, shaping Reality to their whims.  Despite most were benevolent, there were those like Cillian.  Those who felt the Lesser Beings didn’t earn their services.  Always tormenting and persecuting them, if the Lesser Beings didn’t appease these Ancients.

                Fanger once noticed his Olympian relations were like that, wondering how exactly Earth survived their disputes and attitudes.  But the Ancients were far worse, and The Doctor knew Cillian was letting on more than he was admitting.

                ‘You were the one.’ He slowly spoke. ‘You started the whole mess…’

Both Doctors knew where this was leading, because the First Doctor had experienced his encounter with Cillian firsthand, while the current Doctor was now recalling what his former self knew about the Ancient.  The worst part of it was, Fanger correctly perceived this from Day One aboard the TARDIS.  Perhaps that’s why the Little One attempted escaping through intoxication, and this thought burned through both Doctors with unrelenting disgust and anger. 

                ‘You were responsible for The Time War…’ The Doctor accusingly glared. ‘But also the other wars which surfaced on Gallifrey. The rift between the Clanstribes and Gallifreyan Man, the Time Lords and the Elders, the Genet Wars, The Onslaught…’

                Cillian once again smiled. ‘You flatter me, Time Lord, I did no such thing. Merely giving insight to the Clanstribe, as it were. Not my fault if they misinterpret my meaning.’

                ‘Really?’ Fanstar raised an eyebrow. ‘You betrayed Tombeur, if I recall correctly. Like Rassilon, he wanted peace between the races.’

                ‘Tombeur was a demented idealist,’ he flatly stated. ‘Rassilon, a wishful visionary.’

                ‘Yet, Rassilon managed on quelling you and your associate,’ Fanstar noted. ‘And the Fangarians had enough faith in him for establishing sacred pacts.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor added somberly. ‘And my family made more than enough effort maintaining the peace between the Clanstribes.’

                ‘Really?’ Cillian stared at the Time Lord. ‘Then was it not the Clanstribes who endowed your people with the Secrets of the Dimensions themselves? And just how were they repaid? In blood, as I recall.’

                ‘Interesting,’ Keanu spoke. ‘How you claim these battles were our unfortunate responsibility of intolerance, yet, none of which would have even occurred if you had left well enough alone. Just because you’re an Ancient does not entitle you to act accordingly upon your selfish impulses, Cillian.’

                ‘Then why not destroy me, Fangarian?’ Cillian whispered. ‘Considering I’ve been accused of being the scourge of the Multiverse, now.’

                The Doctor and Fanstar thought here Keanu might forget himself, since Cillian possessed the talent of rubbing people the wrong way.  Nonetheless, Keanu retained his composure, regardless of The Doctor sensing the Fangarian’s rage.

                ‘Contrary on what you’ve presumed, Cillian,’ he grotesquely proclaimed. ‘Even you are protected by the Sacred Laws, and permitted a right to trial, whether you deserve this right has no bearing upon the circumstances. The reason you’re in holding, ironically, is for your own protection.’

                ‘Protection?’ The Doctor incredulously glanced at Keanu.

                ‘Seems Mr. Cillian’s got himself an intergalactic fan club,’ Fanstar kept his eyes upon the Ancient. ‘And not exactly in his favour. You see, we found him on the edge of Mutter’s Spiral, suffering from massive amounts of Magnalite poisoning.  Otherwise, I seriously doubt we’d have him contained here so easily.’

I wonder… The Doctor perceived Cillian wasn’t some run-of-the-mill Paranormal which could be taken down so easily.  Secretly he suspected the Ancient was merely stalling for something.  Otherwise, Cillian would’ve taken advantage of the situation.  Despite the dampeners and containment field, the Fantasmi Cell’s effect had already worn off, since the prisoner was currently within the RealDimension.

                ‘Yes, my lad,’ The First Doctor scrutinised the images with extreme care. ‘I do not accept Fanstaran’s tale as well. Blindsided by Magnalite, indeed. Mr. Cillian’s not quite so careless, as we both know from experience. It is evident he wants Fangarius for some mechanisation.’

                ‘Right,’ The Doctor adjusted his glasses. ‘But Fanstar’s correct, y’know.’

                ‘Hmm?’ The old man turned towards his younger version.

                ‘Why does Cillian specifically want Fangsie?’ He frowned. ‘Dunestar, ‘Lynn—or possibly Jamie—would be more suitable candidates.’

                ‘Wait,’ another forgotten memory resurfaced. ‘Do you recall one of the references Cillian made about Fangarius? Not the standard Little One, but instead Diane’s Hijan?’

                ‘Diane…’ The Doctor suddenly removed his glasses, astonishingly feeling the realisation surge through his body like a lightning bolt. ‘Oh, very clever! Very, very clever!’

                ‘Young man, what are you going on about?’

                ‘Don’t you see?’ The Doctor wondered was he always this obtuse, when it came to these circumstances. ‘When Fangarius was born, we—you—us, established a sacred promise to both Harrison and Diane.  Though we were appointed Fangarian Godfather to his older siblings..’

                ‘Oh, dearie me,’ The First Doctor was finally getting it. ‘Only Fangarius required an unusual stipulation. I always did wonder about that, but thought it was because…’

                ‘You might be right on both accounts,’ The Doctor now furiously glared at the imprisoned Ancient. ‘Cillian’s been behind every disaster Gallifrey’s faced.  Wouldn’t be surprised if he was responsible for both Omega’s mishap, and The Master’s megalomania.’

                ‘Hmm..’ Closing his eyes, the elderly gentlemen reviewed the previous events beforehand. ‘Peculiar ally, though, Cipher Lupiné.. Cipherians, I believe, their common nomenclature. Weren’t they exiled to some planet?’

                ‘Adama,’ The Doctor began smelling a rat. ‘Yes, and didn’t you notice? He conceded to Jean right away. Used Sa’Delan, not something you consent to lightly.’ His mind orchestrated the obscure pieces set before him.  The Cipherians were the cold, logical Clanstribes, mysteriously emerging from the Genet War.  Though some erroneously claimed they were an off-shoot version of the Locanshites, The Doctor knew the real truth behind their origins.  In fact, he knew why his First Incarnate was concerned.

                The Cipherians never helped anyone for anything, preparing their own agenda.  The only reason they had never taken over Gallifrey was, a sacred pact was established between them and the Clanstribes.  But as he recalled, Rassilon knew they were still far-too dangerous for them living on the planet.  So they had been exiled to an unknown planet.

                ‘I’ve seen enough,’ The Doctor wanted to return back to the TARDIS, however, the enchantment had other ideas.  The next thing he and his original counterpart knew they were transported from Cillian’s Fantasmi Cell and into another familiar scene.

The Sacré Omnidrasilogg’s Amphitheater was vividly reminiscent amalgamation of the Coliseum and the Astrodome.  The Doctor knew this was where the ParaCouncil Tribunal convened and dispensed justice on a higher scale.  In fact, it was known the ParaCouncil maintained control over all supernatural forces, and worked in tandem with the Yggdrasil System.  Not to mention keeping close observation with the Nidhogg System as well.

                In fact, The Doctor once heard Hild, the CEO of the Infernal Realm, dared not provoke the ParaCouncil whenever conducting business.  Fanstar once recalled when The Master performed an irrational attempt deposing the ParaCouncil.  He was surprised the vile Time Lord was allowed to live, let alone in the same body.  Nonetheless, the ParaCouncil considered themselves just and wise, with strict convictions everyone is entitled the right to a fair trial.

                Taking the current situation into consideration, however, The Doctor wondered if such a thing would be possible now.  Even if Keanu had insisted this with Cillian, it didn’t seem likely with whom was attending the trial.  Acknowledging a few survivors seated throughout the vast, domed chambers above, The Doctor detected a few Wolf-Beings within the crowd.  But not one Time Lord, nor Gallifreyan amongst the alien races.  Seated with the Podium next to Fanstar, The Doctor noticed the ParaCouncil members entering the Amphitheater from the side door.

                Dressed in their regal, authoritative robes, bearing their Clanscrests and sacred symbols respectively, they casually marched towards their appointed seats and sat down accordingly.

                Scanning his surroundings once more, The Doctor shuddered a bit.

                There was no secret he had been placed on trial before—twice, in fact—but nothing had prepared him for this experience.  After all, the Sacré Omnidrasilogg’s Legends described the place of sacredness and absolute decorum.  Where everyone behaved themselves properly, while attending the highest court known to the Multiverse.

                Except currently the consensus attending here was abandoning every form of etiquette.  Everyone was shouting, yelling and screaming, almost as if they were out for blood than congregating for a serious trial.  Hardly the atmosphere one might discover inside the ParaCouncil’s Court.  The Doctor thought the Tribunal was placing The Master, or a displaced Dalek, on trial with the way the attendants were carrying on.

                Yet, amidst the dissident wave, The Doctor discerned one idiosyncratic element.

                Absolutely tranquil and unphased, there happened to be a brown-haired figure dressed in black.  The Doctor sensed a haunting-familiarity about this person.  However, the man wore shades for masquerading his identity, appearing as if he was awaiting something than just being another attendant.  The Time Lord perceived he knew this person somewhere, but not here, nor on Gallifrey.  Even stranger, the enigmatic person was the only component utterly out-of-place with the scene.

                As a result, the figure acknowledged The Doctor’s observations, staring directly at the Time Lord.  Rather than make a scene, he simply lowered his shades a bit, temporarily revealing his true identity.  The Doctor hardly believed his own eyes, while his mind promptly registered the information.  For there was no way this person could be here, let alone know about the Time War.  Consequently, observing the man’s icy-blue eyes, The Doctor witnessed a brief flash of light.  Next, came a familiar voice resonating within the Time Lord’s mind.

                Cool, cool…

            Blinking, The Doctor immediately recollected the archaic phrase.

                ‘Doctor?’ Fanstar noticed something was rather amiss with his Godfather. ‘You okay?’

                Opening his eyes, the Time Lord realised the dubious figure had vanished from the spot.

                ‘Fine..’ his voice trailed, while scanning the attendants. ‘Probably nervous, since I’m not the one on the chopping block this time.’ He weakly joked. ‘Thought I saw someone..’

                Secretly The Doctor hoped his mind had been conjuring up illusions?

                Jake Hennington? Here? He knew the Tellurian’s presence was rather improbable.  For the last time they had met, Jake had been given the responsible task of tending to a slumbering Fangarius.  The Doctor seriously doubted Jake knew of his location, and he knew he had not informed Fanstar, nor Keanu, of Fanger’s specific whereabouts, nor attendants.  Right now, he’d sort out this mystery later.  The Doctor found it imperative for maintaining his wits upon the events at hand.

No… The Doctor narrowed his eyes, inspecting the elusive Tellurian. ‘That’s not Jake. Looks like him, but he’s not..’

                ‘Mercy me,’ The elderly gentleman frowned. ‘Could this young man, perhaps be a clone, or a duplicate engineered by the Daleks?’ He recalled when the Daleks had done just that in order to flush out Susan, Barbara and Ian in the open.  ‘Or maybe by one of those creatures who love duplicating Fangarius’ Fourth self?’

                ‘F-Clones,’ The Doctor clarified, but shook his head. ‘No, Keanu and Fanstar would’ve detected them right away. Besides, it’s not like them going into the Lion’s Den. Especially with all those delightful attendants out there.’

                Of course, they both knew he was being sarcastic. The Doctor knew something was definitely not right about this Mr. Hennington.  Logically, bioduplication seemed the correct option.  After all, no Tellurians were permitted learning about the ParaCouncil’s existence, let alone the Time War itself.  As with Fangarius, they had taken exceptional care keeping Earth well out of the fray.  Nonetheless, if Fanger and his travels had taught him anything, nothing is ever quite what it appears to be on the surface.

                Even his original form detected the anomaly with the unexpected attendant, suspecting he might be one of Cillian’s agents. Or, more likely, another conjuring trick. 

                ‘No,’ The Doctor knew better. ‘Spells and enchantments aren’t allowed within there.’ He examined the image before them. ‘Precautionary measure, since the ParaCouncil deals with the most cunning and dangerous beings of the supernatural.’

                ‘Perhaps if we delve into our Ninth self’s thoughts,’ The First Doctor suggested, ‘we may shed some light on the mystery.’

                Responding to the old man’s request, the images teleported them from the Amphitheater, back into the Warehouse.

Earlier at the Warehouse, Fanstar had briefed The Doctor about the unusual circumstances.  And not just with Cillian’s incarceration.  During the Time War’s Aftermath, an investigation had been conducted into the exact nature of its origins.  Of course, The Doctor had his own personal views and experiences, not to mention his own hypothesis.  Apart from his own perspective, Fanstar indicated the investigation had not only brought up Cillian’s involvement, but some other disturbing information as well.

                ‘Apparently, Jean-Damme was called out when the Investigators located some vital evidence,’ Fanstar somberly noted. ‘Linking to possible instigation of the ChronoWar.  Not to mention the probability of conspiracy with the Daleks.’

                ‘Then you have Cillian,’ The Doctor grimly nodded. ‘Evidence appears solid, and the ones accused are in custody.’ He analytically deduced. ‘Sounds like an open-and-shut case.’

                ‘One’s perceptions might indicate such a possibility,’ Keanu placed his hand upon The Doctor’s shoulder. ‘However, due to the political nature..’

                The Doctor’s face fell, then wrinkled up with bemused dismay. ‘Don’t tell me. Cillian’s got some sort of diplomatic immunity?’

                ‘Not exactly, Doc,’ Fanstar slowly spoke. ‘Despite Cillian’s involvement, the other accused has been allegedly labeled..’ The next term froze itself upon his lips.

                ‘What?’ The Doctor hoped the person wasn’t The Master, nor a Dalek survivor.  Glancing over towards Keanu, he noticed the ParaCouncilman give an approving nod towards Fanstar.

                ‘… a  Rete’Bytas.’

Being with the Clanstribes most of his life, The Doctor comprehended various Tombeuric phrases.  Practically enough for him to get by on his own.  Roughly translated, Rete’Bytas meant ‘betrayers,’ however, the Time Lord acknowledged the term’s true impact.  Dunestar once informed The Doctor it served as an identification for an extremely, dishonourable person, who has committed the ultimate act of betrayal.  Thus, this wasn’t exactly a phrase one turned lightly towards one another.

                The Doctor even once heard anyone daring accuse a person as a Rete’Bytas had best be prepared for a duel.

                Mainly because anyone—a person or Wolf-Being—denoted as such would be shunned by both Time Lord and Clanstribe society.  Not to mention the political ramifications were equally far consequential than just being accused of treason.  In short, unless the ParaCouncil intervened, the person deemed with this archaic indictment might find themselves at the wrong end of a lynch mob.

                Still The Doctor wondered what the accused had performed for earning this dubious title.

                ‘Aside from Cillian’s unexpected incarceration,’ Fanstar explained. ‘Remember the pending investigation after the ChronoWar?’

                ‘Ah,’ The Doctor vaguely recalled. ‘Found something, have they?’ Though he ascertained The Master’s probable connection, he sensed his rival wasn’t easily ensnared.

                ‘Our agents were examining an unconfirmed report,’ Keanu seriously added. ‘Consequently, their investigation not only uncovered the ones responsible, but evidence of potential conspiracy.’

                ‘Conspiracy?’ The Doctor frowned.  There had been some suspicion about the Daleks acquiring help with their quest for destroying the Time Lords.  Unleashing the Deathsmiths of Goth was definitive proof of that.  But he contemplated on who exactly was foolish enough for enacting such a conspiracy.  For the Daleks weren’t quite the trustworthy sort, and The Doctor perceived how their allies eventually ended up after their usefulness had ceased.  ‘So then,’ he pondered. ‘Who’s the lucky person acquiring the ParaCouncil’s attention? Other than Cillian, of course.’

                Keanu exasperatedly sighed. ‘Actually, he’s a representative from a forgotten Clanstribe. One we hoped we’d never hear from again.’

                ‘Adama,’ Fanstar slowly uttered through clenched fangs.

                ‘The Cipher Lupiné?’ Even The Doctor had heard Legends about this particular Clanstribe.  Shortly after the Great War on Gallifrey, they had appeared, causing havoc and mayhem wherever they ended up.   The Doctor once described them as ‘Cybermen in Wolf’s clothing,’ since most Cipher Lupiné have the personality of a computer.  He realised Fanger encountered them on several occasion, as well as himself, but he never imagined they’d play as a component in Gallifrey’s destruction. ‘Wait.’ He recalled something about the Clanstribe. ‘Weren’t they eventually exiled?’

                Fanstar nodded. ‘To the Biosphere Largos. Originally, they were going to be transferred to Dragard, but the Council feared they’d utilise the planet’s security for their own means. Shada was also out-of-the-question. But I’ll agree with you, Doc, I never thought they’d ally themselves with the Daleks.’

                ‘Fanstaran,’ Keanu reproached. ‘Despite the evidence discovered, we have no confirmation of this presumed alliance.’

                ‘Apologies,’ Fanstar bowed his head.

                ‘Confirmation?’ The First Doctor spun towards his current self. ‘Confirmation?! Has Keanu become senile?’

                ‘Easy,’ The Doctor sighed. ‘Keanu probably knows the Cipher Lupiné—Cipherians—are responsible, but he can’t legally outright accuse them of partnering with the Daleks. They’d claim circumstantial evidence, y’know, stating they were unwilling victims of the Daleks.‘

                ‘Hmm,’ the old man snorted. ‘At least Fangarius’ son knows the truth, and so do we.’

                ‘Perhaps,’ The Doctor established Fanstar’s astute observations were justified. ‘The Tombeuric Legends claim the Cipherians went under the delusion they were the quintessence of Wolf-Being Evolution.’

                ‘All the reason we know they weren’t persuaded by the Daleks.’ The First Doctor also acknowledged the Cipherian archetype. ‘With their own vast intellect, not to mention boundless resources, the Cipherians don’t simply ally themselves with just anyone. Especially with abominations like the Daleks.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor’s mind raced through forgotten memories. ‘Making one wonder what the Daleks genuinely required from them than just invaluable assistance, eh?’

Recalling the Cipher Lupiné origins, The Doctor’s mind produced one intriguing thought. ‘You certain there won’t be any Locanshites attending the trial?’

                Keanu quizzically lifted his head upon hearing the Time Lord’s inquiry.

Rather legitimate question, since everyone knew the Locanshites weren’t particularly fond of the Cipherians.  Considering the Cipher Lupiné were perceived as being a pale reflection of the ancient Clanstribe.  Also The Doctor knew the truth behind why the Locanshites had mysteriously left Gallifrey long before its destruction.  He knew they certainly weren’t going to expose themselves now.

                Without warning, a cacophonous thunder shattered the scene as both Doctors now found themselves back within the Amphitheater.

Keanu summoned the loud, thunderclap, silencing the Amphitheater.  The Doctor knew the ParaLord wasn’t permitting any disruptions within the sacred hall.

                ‘ParaCouncil Tribunal is now in session,’ he gravely announced. ‘Despite circumstances entailing this emergency hearing, may I remind everyone attending, this still remains a sacred court of law.’ Scanning the crowds, he ensured his message was being well-received. ‘Any unauthorised outbursts—or uncivilised—shall not be permitted, nor tolerated.  Meaning if you dare violate proper etiquette within the Amphitheater, you shall be expediently dismissed from his hearing, do I make myself perfectly clear?’

                Complete quiet inundated the Amphitheater as The Doctor witnessed how Keanu instantaneously transformed a disruptive crowd into a proper courtroom.  Then again, no one ever dared go against a ParaCouncilman, since they did have the authority for taking away one’s powers.  Coupled with the fact this was obviously an extremely important case for the ParaCouncil convening after the Time War.  Keanu inspected the voiceless attendants with some approval, before dispensing with the hearing.

                Conjuring forth a scroll, Keanu carefully unrolled it and read aloud. ‘Let it be known by the Chroniques Antiquita, the Multiversal ParaCouncil for Universe-Prime has become rather concerned over an urgent matter pertaining to the ChronoWar of Gallifrey. One demanding this ParaCouncil’s attention.’ He glanced at the beings seated behind him. ‘Not just for the survivors’ welfare and this Universe, mind you, but for the fate of the ChronoSphere and the Multi-Dimensional Planes as well.’

                Keanu closed the scroll and dematerialised it.  Nodding to the bailiff (from The Doctor’s recognition) dressed in silver, Keanu allowed him commencing with the trial.

                ‘All rise,’ the bailiff announced, prompting everyone to get up from their seats, ‘The Tribunal Case 112363.40 is now in session. ParaCouncil Prime v. the Cipher Lupiné. We shall now bring forth the accused.’

Throughout his travels, The Doctor witnessed some rather astonishing events.  But nothing had prepared him for what was coming through the giant marble doors.  Jean-Damme had appeared entering the Amphitheater.  At first, The Doctor presumed Jean was an accomplice, until he vaguely recalled Fanger mentioning the Corinthian had changed vocations.  Apparently the rumours were true, as Jean calmly led another figure down the aisle.  Which was even more overwhelming to the Time Lord.

                Although he knew some Wolf-Beings, like Keanu and Dunestar, possessed humanesque forms, The Doctor had expected the Cipher Lupiné to appear somewhat muscular in nature.  Possibly wearing something intimidating, like leather armour, or perhaps take the cybernetic route, and decked within liquid metal.  Instead Adama resembled more towards a Tellurian University student, than a member of an infamous Clanstribe.  Even more disturbing was Adama’s behaviour.

                Usually most accused brought before the ParaCouncil, exhibited either contempt or arrogance.  Particularly with their body language, but here, Adama showed absolutely no signs of emotion whatsoever.  Even his tail remained stationary as he was oblivious towards the countless faces staring at him.

Approaching the ParaCouncil, Jean and Adama stood quietly before the Tribunal.  Everyone returned to their seats, while Keanu responsively arose from his seat.  Holographic screens materialised overhead, each revealing Adama’s image with different scripts etched next to them.  Keanu calmly nodded at Jean.

                ‘Jean-Damme Nostradamus, Corinthian Bounty Hunter. Mutter’s Spiral.’ He properly introduced. ‘Apprehension of the accused occurred on Sol Gelade 19, suspect willfully accepted capture with no resistance whatsoever.’ Taking a parchment from his jacket, he handed it to Keanu. ‘I should note, ParaLord Keanu, the suspect has waived Sa’Delan before apprehension.’

                Another hushed silence filled the Amphitheater, while Fanstar quizzically raised an eyebrow.  As well did The Doctor.  Sa’Delan was an ancient act Clanstribes implemented for unconditional surrender.  Except rather than being a plea bargain, The Doctor knew Sa’Delan was more of a sacred honourable treaty between presumed criminals and the authorities.  Niether could attack, nor retaliate under it, lest the consequences would be dire.  As far as Fanstar knew, no one had ever dared break a Sa’Delan for that purpose.

                So did Keanu, who examined the parchment before handing it to the other Tribunal members.

                ‘Adamacam’belliandriomega,’ he stared directly at the Cipher Lupiné. ‘Are your completely aware of the meaning behind committing to Sa’Delan?’

                ‘Affirmative, ParaLord Keanu, for I would not submit to such a consecrated agreement if I did not.’ Adama spoke clearly and evenly. ‘I am primed for listening to the indictments which have been established by the ParaCouncil, and shall respond accordingly.’

                The Doctor considered this extremely remarkable.  Never had he witnessed a more composed subject before.  Particularly being brought in front of the ParaCouncil.  Yet, Keanu appeared unfazed with Adama’s nonchalant attitude.  The ParaLord continued with the session.

                But this time another member stood up, The Doctor recognised the alien being as a member of the Althrace System.  He never imagined someone from the High Evolutionaries might be serving on the ParaCouncil.  Fanstar knew him as Ron’Dell of Krydon, one of the eldest living members of the ParaCouncil.

                ‘Adamacam’belliandriomega, Seventh Generation of the Cipher Lupiné,’ Ron’Dell announced, while The Doctor pondered on why justice always saw the necessity for drawing things out. ‘Your Clanstribe has been prosecuted with the following indictments:  Conspiring with a vehement, alien race bent on Universal destruction. Instigation of the ChronoWar. Destruction of Gallifrey, not to mention several civilisations in the process. Ultimately committing acts of treason against the Clanstribes and Time Lords. And complete endangerment of Universe-Prime and neighbouring dimensions forthwith. What say you?’

                ‘ParaLord Ron’Dell, although I might concede the transgressions brought about my Clanstribe, and specifically my Frelan,’ Adama responded. ‘The indictments for which we’ve been prosecuted for have appeared to be embellished, if not slightly editorialised by the ones founding these claims.’

                ‘Then you deny assisting the Daleks whatsoever?’ Another robed being inquired. ‘And admit your Clanstribe had no part in divulging information about the Deathsmiths of Goth to them?’

                The Doctor wondered how Adama might wriggle out of those accusations.  After all, he was there when the Deathsmiths were released by the Daleks, and he was certain he witnessed several Cipher Lupiné assisting them.

                ‘Better inquiry, ParaLord Ritaxes,’ Adama somberly noted. ‘If such things did occur, why do you presume my people’s guilt? Could it not be possible, we, too, were coerced by the Skaroan beings just as well? And just why does one presume they were Daleks before evidence has been presented? Are there not other infamous creatures originating from the planet as well?’

                ‘The F-Clones?’ The Doctor accidentally spoke out. ‘Oops, apologies, ParaLords..’

                ‘Accepted, Doctor,’ Ron’Dell noted. ‘For I find your logic slightly dubious, since we know the F-Clones did not become involved with the ChronoWar until the End of Gallifrey itself. Also it is known the Deathsmiths were being searched out by the Daleks. However, in order for a fair hearing, we shall take your inquiry into account, Adama.’

                ‘May I have permission, then, to state my own perspective upon this matter?’

Stillness came over the Amphitheater.  For as long as anyone recalled, nobody had ever made such a request with the ParaCouncil.  Usually the accused mainly denied everything, blaming the misdeed either on poor upbringing, or being an unwilling accomplice.  The Doctor earnestly wondered over the possible explanation Adama offered the ParaCouncil.  From what Keanu had informed him about this case, the evidence against Adama and his Clanstribe was rather solid.  Essentially because the Daleks were unable accessing the means for summoning the Deathsmiths of Goth on their own.

                ‘But what’s the connection?’ The old man interrupted. ‘Just how are these beings related to Cillian? From Adama’s disposition, one might doubt the Cipherian Alliance with the Ancient, hmm?’

                ‘Perhaps,’ The Doctor narrowed his eyes at Adama. ‘But I fear there’s more to it than just that. Not like Cillian offering his services for free.’ He knew the Ancient’s motus operandi rather well. ‘No, not him. He’d want something from the Cipherians, no doubt.’

                ‘Compensation, eh?’ The First Doctor mused. ‘One wonders what they might have for our dear Ancient, eh?’

Nonetheless, the Tribunal granted Adama his request, as the Cipher Wolf briefly scanned his surroundings.

                ‘Although my people are cognizant of the devastation brought about by the ChronoWar, have the Clanstribes and survivors already permitted their negative emotions to greatly affect their memories?’ He unresponsively inquired. ‘Have some of you not recalled what the Altes Manifesto Tombeuria has written about the Cipher Lupiné? During the Days after the Ancients, and later the coming of Gallifreyan Man, there came a dissidence between the Clanstribes and Gallifreyan Man, known as the Great War.  Amongst those dark moments in our Chronology, the Elysian Faction—along with Omega himself—conjured forth another conflict concerning the Clanstribes’ existence. A conflict which spawned my own Clanstribe.’

                The Genet War.  Though Rassilon and the Elder Clanstribes had officially classified the event as ‘forbidden knowledge,’ The Doctor knew more about the ‘forgotten’ battle.  Various Legends and Folktales chronicled how the Elysians desired for making Gallifrey into a Supreme Power.  Except—like the Time Lords—the Clanstribes weren’t keen on the idea.  For some realised if the Elysians had managed this, it would signify the beginning of the end.  Yet, wanting to become ultimate rulers of Time, conquers and manipulators of the Future, they had embarked on a mad scheme for creating the ‘perfect’ Paranormal Wolf-Being.

                ‘Of course!’ A forgotten light illuminated within The Doctor’s memories. ‘The Elysians had this mad scheme for utilising these Genet Wolves for their own agenda.’  He recalled the Ancient Legends about this faction. ‘And the Clanstribes weren’t so keen on the idea, if memory serves.’

                The elderly gentlemen smiled. ‘Exactly, M’boy. Didn’t exactly work out by the Elysians’ standards as well. You recall Omega conducting similar projects, I gather?’

                Indeed The Doctor had.  Originally it was written Omega intended these projects as a countermeasure against the Elysian Genet Wolves.  But The Doctor suspected the Time Lord Founder had other ulterior motives behind them.

                ‘Only Rassilon himself knew the truth,’ the old man gravely affirmed. ‘Fought against this heresy, if I recall, in order for reconciliation between the Time Lords and Clanstribes.’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor privately shuddered towards the memory. ‘In the process, the Clanstribes were mysteriously decimated down from several hundred to just five.’  Secretly he was relieved the Fangarians had survived the Genet War, not to mention Dunestar’s secret had not been revealed to the High Council.

                ‘And the only real Genet Wolves we know of are the Cipherians,’ the First Doctor clarified. ‘Yet, one wonders how they were suddenly kept at bay, hmm?’

                ‘Shh,’ The Doctor focused his attention directly upon Adama. ‘Seems our Genet Wolf in question, is about to speak.’

                ‘Let the Chroniques Antiquita acknowledge the Cipher Lupiné were originally conceived by the Elysians, as a sole means of Prophetic Manipulation.’ Adama flatly stated. ‘As most recall, our function was not only prognosticating Gallifrey’s Future, but also orchestrating events where it would effectively serve the Elysians’ own specialised agenda.’

The First Doctor examined Adama with great scrutiny.  The being’s serpentine eyes and calculating personality rang with some familiarity to it, but he failed placing the connection.  Whereas The Doctor immediately reminded his former self about their connection with the banished Locanshites.

                ‘The Cipherians were genetically-engineered as their replacements,’ he astutely indicated. ‘That’s why they’ve retained their physical and mental attributes. Not very bright, though, I mean, even if the Locanshites were the most advanced of the Paranormal Wolf-Beings. One doesn’t just go about making carbon copies and expect them to become one’s indentured servants.’

                ‘Yes,’ the First Doctor agreed. ‘Considering the Locanshites were essentially responsible for every facet of Gallifreyan and Time Lord technology.’ A devilish smile formed on his lips. ‘Even helped old Rassilon construct the Amplified Panatropic Complier Network, didn’t they?’

                ‘Even more of a reason for concern,’ The Doctor knew the symbiocomputer—the APC Network—was more than a mere storehouse of immeasurable knowledge of the Clanstribes and Time Lords.  It also contained the essences of both Elders and Time Lords alike, including Rassilon himself.  But the Time Lord also perceived the Locanshites had helped Rassilon and Omega with their transdimensional experiments.  Even more so, design the TARDIS Cybernetic Cores, and developed the Rassilon Imperature.

                ‘One might say, young man,’ The First Doctor concluded. ‘Without the Locanshites, Time Lord civilisation would have never existed in the first place.’

                ‘Always wondered about that,’ The Doctor’s voice trailed off. ‘Banishing them, I mean, why would the High Council just get rid of them like that?’

                ‘It was more of my opinion, the Locanshites left on their own accord, perhaps due to the Great War.’

                ‘Perhaps.’ The Doctor knew Gallifreyan History wasn’t untouchable, nor infallible, since the Council possessed this appalling habit for letting politics edit the indisputable accounts.

For instance, the main consensus believed the Elysians were solely responsible for the Cipher Lupiné.  The Doctor, on the other hand, had always perceived the Time Lords might’ve also had a hand in the Genet Clanstribe’s creation.  Even the Celestial Intervention Agency—an organisation not sharing the non-intervention policies enacted by the Council and Rassilon—weren’t above suspicion either.  The Doctor had assumed the Agency were involved in dubious politics as well.

                Not because they had not only shanghaied him once, but several times, for their own personal missions, but for the fact The Doctor knew about their association with the Corinthians and the Cal’Del.  He wondered how Gallifrey’s civilisation hadn’t collapsed from all the corruption going on within the Capitol.

Whatever the reason behind this madness, The Doctor deduced from his own experiences, nothing ever quite goes according to even the best, carefully laid-out plans.

                ‘Doctor,’ Keanu turned towards the Time Lord. ‘Do you have any inquiries concerning Adama’s preliminary testimony?’

                Returning back into the Amphitheater, The Doctor’s mind instantly notified him about the last several minutes.  From the obscure information provided, he managed formulating an interesting question for the accused.

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor focused his attention towards the Cipherian. ‘Adama, if these claims are indeed authentic,’ he soberly hesitated before continuing. ‘Why did the Elysians renounce your Clanstribe, then?’

                Closing his eyes, the Cipher Lupiné subtly formed a smile upon his lips.  Apparently amused with the inquiry, he continued addressing the court.

                ‘An essential addendum to the Chroniques Antiquita,’ he softly stated. ‘The Cipher Lupiné officially acknowledges The Doctor as a veritable Time Lord. For unlike other Gallifreyans attempting bearing this title, he has on countless occasions demonstrated his worthiness for this designation.’ Eyes snapping open, his serpentine, emerald gaze fell upon The Doctor. ‘The Doctor has sincerely utilised the ancient gifts the Clanstribes have bestowed upon the Gallifreyans as they were intended for upon their design.  Rather than implement them for selfish gain, and insignificant goals, he has chosen towards keeping our attributes sacred.  For that, my Clanstribe honours him here within this court.’

                Silence filled the atmosphere, while Adama detected some discern emanating from the ParaCouncil, Fanstar and The Doctor.  After all, it wasn’t exactly what they had expected hearing from the accused.  Therefore, the Genet Wolf decided on returning back to the current topic.

                ‘Apologies for my digression, Time Lord,’ Adama nodded. ‘You did make an inquiry, did you not?’

                ‘Er… yes.’

                ‘For better comprehension upon our own expulsion,’ he noted. ‘I submit some chronological evidence. Specifically, pertaining to the Elysians’ insatiable desire. The Great Prognostica.’

Fanstar almost performed a double-take as silence once more washed over the Amphitheater.  Recalling his Academy days, The Great Prognostica was considered the most crucial artefact within the Multiverse.  Besides recording the infinite fates of the ChronoSphere itself, the tome was also credited for being able to literally rewrite Time and Space.

                However, according to Fanger, The Great Prognostica came with an exceptional price for its use.  Therefore, no one dared search for this Legendary relic.  Evidently the price was more than what one could dare afford just for having it in one’s possession, let alone reading its pages.  In fact, nobody knew exactly who authored the Prognostica, or where it precisely originated from.  Consequently, one thing was certain, as The Doctor learned from divulging too much of one’s Future, the Prognostica’s presence usually spelled disaster.

                Unshaken with this revelation, Adama continued. ‘Yet, one must apprehend the convention behind the Prognostica.’ Closing his eyes, he recalled the tome’s specifics. ‘One can only decipher its pages through one’s own perceptions of Events-Yet-to-Come. The basis for this deals with two essential factors:  the Law of Probability; and one’s desires. As the Ancient Law of Chronos dictates, one cannot directly edit The Great Prognostica’s words, nor alter the information provided.’

                Orchestrating the facts from the Genet Wolf’s explanation, The Doctor figured out where the conservation was headed.

                ‘So, Adama,’ he narrowed his eyes, ‘you’re claiming you lot somehow acquired The Great Prognostica, then informed the Elysians of your findings. Is that correct?’

                ‘Affirmative.’ Adama nodded. ‘After all, this was just one of the tasks designated to my Clanstribe. Granted, however, the results were less than successful with our creators.’

                ‘Ah,’ The Doctor now realised what had transpired. ‘I take it the Elysians weren’t pleased with what the Prognostica has to say, then?’

                ‘You are correct, Time Lord.’

                Keanu incredulously glanced at the accused. ‘Adama, do you still have..’

                ‘ParaLord Keanu,’ he gently corrected. ‘You possess better knowledge than you exhibit. The rules for the Prognostica are exceptionally unequivocal:  one is only permitted one reading. Afterwards, it journeys back through the Dimensional Beyond, until another seeks its wisdom. No one can, nor shall, own The Great Prognostica, lest they endure self-destruction by their own ignorance of Future knowledge.’

                Fanstar realised Adama contained some perplexing logic with his statement.  Fanger was always warning him and his siblings about the consequences behind learning too much about your own Future.

The Doctor recalled never witnessing such a trial, even when he had been attending it in his former self.  Adama’s testimony appeared more like a museum recitation than a factual account.  Yet, the Time Lord felt the one reciting museum information put a bit more emotion with their readings.

                The First Doctor sensed Adama’s perplexing nonchalant attitude.  The Cipherian acted as if it wasn’t essential if the ParaCouncil found him guilty or not. He just simply divulged information as they had requested it.  Not holding anything back, or even attempting any manipulation of the facts, as most accused normally did in situations like this.

                Yet, The Doctor perceived the real motive behind the Cipherian’s truthfulness.  Taking account his dealings with the Time War, as well as his Clanstribe’s Past Transgressions, Adama dared not embellish any of his testimony.  Nonetheless, The Doctor remembered he had felt more like Alice than a Time Lord, since the Genet Wolf came off a bit too obliging with the court.

                Amidst the equation presented before him, The Doctor’s memory informed him something didn’t quite add up with the formula.  Despite Adama’s straightforward testimony, the Time Lord considered the whole affair as an open-and-shut case.  After all, the accused wasn’t really defending himself, nor readily confessing his guilt.  As with his First self, he definitely noted Adama had no conviction on whether the ParaCouncil sentenced, or acquitted, him.

                Their attention was suddenly focused back upon the forgotten memories when Adama had tread upon a particular topic. One ultimately touching a serious nerve with The Doctor.

                ‘If one must impute the essential motivation for Gallifrey’s obliteration, the attribution should be applied towards the High Gallifreyans themselves. Were they not responsible for abusing our gifts? Have they not conducted unauthorised Time Experiments with the Lesser Races?’ Adama astutely inquired. ‘Overlooking the fact Lord Rassilon himself enacted Laws preventing such behaviour, did they not start enforcing said Laws until after the near-extinction of another race? Taking these things into account, ParaCouncil, I submit in my defence, the High Council secretly instigated the first move against The Daleks.’

                Adama then turned towards The Doctor. ‘Certainly, Doctor, you cannot deny, was it not the Council who sent you through ChronoSpace, as a means for preventing the Daleks’ existence?’

                ‘What nonsense is that Cipherian going on about, eh?’ The elderly gentlemen demanded, turning towards his younger self.

                ‘During my—our—Fourth self,’ The Doctor explained. ‘The Time Lords took it upon themselves into separating us and our Companions from the TARDIS. Sent us back to the point of when the Daleks were first being created.’ He turned towards his older self. ‘As a means for eradicating them from the ChronoSphere.’

                Judging from his younger self’s expression, the First Doctor suspected things had not going so according to plan.

                ‘Mercy me,’ he tutted. ‘Knew the Time Lords were controlling, but I never guessed they were into genocide.’

                ‘Easy, Doctor,’

Forgetting they were merely observing shadows of the Past, both men drew their attention towards Fanstar.  They noticed him preventing their Ninth Incarnation from making any sudden outbursts.

                ‘May I respond?’ Fanstar asked while keeping his eyes directly upon Adama.

                Keanu nodded.

                ‘Adama, you know as well as I, The Doctor was an unwilling participant by the Celestial Intervention Agency. There’s been no evidence indicating the Time Lords—the High Council—had taken any part of that particular operation.’

                ‘Fanstar’s correct,’ The Doctor bitterly added. ‘And if you’d study your History a bit better, you’d note I refused in doing so. Despite how despicable the Daleks are, I have never—nor ever will—participate in genocide. No matter the reasoning behind it, nor justification.’

                Adama closed his eyes, smiling chillingly. ‘Be the fool, play the fool, Fangarian.  We are both cognizant of the truth. For one speculates why the Council did not investigate the matter after the Agency conducted this unauthorised expedition.’ Opening his eyes, he glanced back at the Time Lord. ‘And Doctor, your opinion—though valued by most—holds no validity in the matter. For your compassion only led to provoke the Daleks, however, as I’ve aforementioned, we do not hold you responsible for what the High Gallifreyans have done. No matter how one views it, the Gallifreyans practically aggravated the Skaroan beings into this ChronoWar.’ His eyes narrowed. ‘Therefore, from the logic I present to the Tribunal, it is apparent the Gallifreyans, and not my Clanstribe, are responsible for the Daleks and the ChronoWar.’

                ‘But you signed Gallifrey’s death warrant, Adama!’ The Doctor vehemently protested. ‘The Cipher Lupiné helped the Daleks destroy our Homeworld!’

                Once again, Fanstar held the Time Lord back into his seat, while Keanu restored order to the Amphitheater.

                ‘Apologies, Time Lord,’ Adama softly addressed. ‘There was never any intention for affronting you with my deposition. Even one as yourself must acknowledge one crucial fact:  Genet Wolves we are by origin, the Cipher Lupiné, nonetheless are a legitimate Clanstribe.  By the Tombeurian Laws enacted, we, too, are required in protecting the Connaissance Sa’Kel by any probable means necessary.’

                ‘Still as detached and analytical as ever,’ The Doctor recalled, noticing his former self scruntising the accused.  Both wondered if there really was a Wolf-Being existing beneath this creature’s apathetic exterior.

                ‘Yes,’ the First Doctor agreed, also examining Adama with great care. ‘But I daresay, our Mr. Adama’s definitely hiding something, hmm? Why all this drawn out rigmarole with forgotten History? Clearly he knows something he doesn’t want the ParaCouncil finding out.’

                ‘Or perhaps,’ The Doctor slowly spoke. ‘He’s possibly stalling for Time. Though not sure why, because he knows he’s guilty, they know he’s guilty, even if guilt is inaccessible to the Cipherians.’

                ‘One perceives as well as I, Doctor, the probability factor for the Daleks acquiring the Sa’Kel would be crucially unacceptable. Therefore, the only logical solution viable to us was eliminating Gallifrey itself.’

                ‘Your only viable solution?’ The Doctor demanded.

                Adama hesitated. ‘Correction, Time Lord. Permit the Chroniques Antiquita this addendum. The Cipher Lupiné attempted forewarning the High Council about the Dalek Probability Factor.  Even suggesting the APC Net be properly relocated, in order sparing Gallifrey from its inevitable fate.’ He diverted his attention back to the ParaCouncil. ‘Our sage appeal landed against deaf ears.  Therefore, the realisation is this:  for Gallifrey’s salvation to occur, its destruction was imminent. The Dalek Probability Factor indicated if the Skaroans acquisitioned the Sa’Kel, the survival rate would be greatly insufficient.  Nothing within this—or countless—dimensions would be spared from their unyielding wrath.’

                Before The Doctor’s rage emerged, Fanstar promptly initiated his own unexpected stratagem.

                ‘Query, ParaLord Keanu,’ Fanstar raised his hands.

                Keanu raised his eyebrow. ‘Fanstaran, is it relevant to our case?’

                ‘Yes, ParaLord,’ he wryly glanced at Adama. ‘I’ve some reasonable doubt with Adama’s deposition, if you will.’

                The Doctor wondered what the Fangarian was scheming, while Keanu allowed Fanstar’s request.

                ‘You may query the accused, Fanstaran.’

                Rising up from his seat, Fanstar gently smiled. ‘I must commend you, Adama. You’ve definitely presented the fact rather thoroughly. Except I have one slight problem with you meticulous account.’

                ‘Oh?’ Adama’s ears perked up. ‘And what anomaly have you detected within my statement, Fangarian?’

                Fanstar scanned about the room. ‘Simple. Throughout this court case, you’ve constantly mention the Daleks. But the query I pose you is this: what about the F-Clones?’

                The Amphitheater became filled with hushed whispers and disturbing murmurs.

                ‘Irrelevant.’ Adama proclaimed.

                ‘Really?’ Reaching into his jacket pocket, Fanstar extracted a piece of parchment. ‘I’d like to present the Tribunal with this evidence.’

                Everyone suddenly drew their attention towards the enigmatic item, as Fanstar handed it to Keanu.

                ‘If it pleases the Tribunal,’ he explained. ‘This is an image my Chronoscope acquired moments before Gallifrey was destroyed.’

                The image slowly materialised upon the parchment, revealing an immense spacecraft.  Fanstar identified it as an F-Clone Armada ship.

                ‘One thing about the ChronoWar,’ Fanstar turned towards Adama. ‘Though my D’tei, Lord Fangarius, remained safely out of it, the Daleks’ mortal enemies, the F-Clones, did not. Yet, all anyone can discuss about the ChronoWar happens to be the Daleks. So what of the F-Clones, Adama?’

                Adama hesitated. ‘I fail seeing…’

                ‘You claim the Time Lords were responsible for The Doctor attempting the Daleks’ destruction,’ Fanstar continued. ‘However, you say nothing about my D’tei being sent upon a similar mission for dealing with the F-Clones. Nor while the ChronoWar was going on, so was the Dalek/F-Clone War as well.’

                The Doctor sensed Fanstar was now doing the button-pushing.  Adama’s nonchalant expression transformed into an absolute frigid one while Fanstar continued the inquiry.

                ‘Thus, factoring what I’ve presented so far, I pose this to you, as well as the Tribunal:  Were you really helping the Daleks,’ his eyes narrowed contemptuously upon Adama. ‘Or perhaps, were setting them up against the F-Clones?’

                ‘Caution, Fangarian,’ Adama warned. ‘Do not perform allegations without supportive evidence.’

                ‘Actually,’ a voice interrupted. ‘One shouldn’t presume another casts meaningless allegations, without first comprehending the true nature of the evidence provided.’

                Strong winds filled the Amphitheater briefly, causing the main doors to swing open.  Sand mysteriously flowed across the marble floor, while two figures calmly walked down the aisle, leaving the attendants completely speechless.  Brown strands awash in a sea of ebony, the well-built figure wore Solarandex shades, leather jacket, blue jeans and dark ropers.  Yet, the one component standing out (other than the wolf’s tail and dark hands) from the figure’s ensemble was the dark shirt.  Upon it bore the F-Clanscrest, but its colour wasn’t crimson or gold, instead it appeared as if it was sapphire melting into a mauve pigmentation.

                ‘Jidai Sakugo,’ The Doctor promptly recognised. He never imagined the likes of him appearing before the ParaCouncil.

                ‘Who?’ The First Doctor squinted incredulously at the being. ‘What an odd person, sort of reminds me of Fangarius, eh, what?’

                ‘Not surprising,’ The Doctor inspected the image. ‘Jidai’s Fanger’s Paradoxical Incarnation.’

                ‘What?’ The elderly gentleman stared intently at Jidai. ‘Paradoxical… just how did that happen?’

                ‘Faction Paradox.’ He wasn’t too clear on the details behind Jidai’s creation. ‘They created him when Fanger refused joining with the Faction. Or so the Little One claims.’

The Faction Paradox was more infamously known as the covert, terrorist group of ChronoSpace.   From The Doctor’s experience, the Faction utilised in cult ritual practices, as well as implementing sabotage and subterfuge, for subverting History for their own ends. Mainly allowing its rivals kill each other off, and picking up whatever was left from the disaster.  Not counting Gallifrey’s Time War, the Faction Paradox had been involved within their own personal battle, simply known as The War in Heaven.

                The Doctor considered this rather pointless, since all the temporal battles did was erase the other factions from the ChronoSphere, producing more problems than resolutions.  Nonetheless, the Faction originally had been recruiting others through means of implementing voodoo rituals using a Biosampler on their victims.  They even once went after him upon several occasions, until Jidai Sakugo had mysteriously appeared and started ‘restructuring’ the Faction Paradox.

                Apparently, Jidai explained the ‘Grandfather’ the Time Lord had encountered was not Gyakusetsu Ojiisan, the true founder of the Faction Paradox.  But instead a delusional imposter who foolishly had launched a sub-faction of his own, with grand delusions for taking over Gallifrey and the Time Lords.

                Though he was a paradox version of Fanger, Jidai Sakugo was far from being the Faction Paradox’s  loyal solider.  Apparently he possessed his own personal schema.  In fact, The Doctor noted Jidai lacked the typical skull masques the other Faction members wore, nor did he implement the use of the Biosampler.  Still Jidai possessed the standard talent of transversing dimensions through the shadows, and only appeared when unexplained events occurred.

And if The Doctor’s memory served, Jidai Sakugo had arrived within the Amphitheater because something was critically amiss with this trial. 

Meanwhile, the First Doctor diverted his attention upon the young man with Jidai.  Azure-silver hair, dressed within dark-blue suit, he appeared slightly younger, if not mysteriously familiar.  Although he wore polarised glasses, the man’s emerald eyes shimmered through them.  But the one discerning element was the peculiar glyph etched from his forehead down towards his right cheek: a multicoloured lightning bolt.

                ‘Harrison,’ The Doctor promptly identified. ‘One of the more sensible of the Faction, and Jidai’s ward, if I’m not mistaken.’

 The ParaCouncil never expected any Faction Paradox members coming here, considering none ever dared go against them before.  Even more surprising, Jidai immediately bowed before them, apologising for the unauthorised intrusion.  He explained he and Harrison had just learned about Adama’s trial, and believed they had vital information proving Fanstar’s claim.

                ‘First off,’ Jidai calmly removed his glasses. ‘I request the records show this is an entirely unofficial visitation. Gyakusetsu has no knowledge, nor does the Faction. We came purely as witnesses testifying against Adama and his Clanstribe.’

                Keanu nodded. ‘Do you have sufficient evidence supporting Fanstaran’s claim, Jidai Sakugo?’

                ‘Indeed.’ Jidai glanced towards Adama, then The Doctor. ‘As many of you’ve determined, Gallifrey’s destruction was imminent.  However, many are unaware one reason was due to the sacred knowledge and secrets kept within the planet itself.’

                ‘The APC Net,’ The Doctor breathlessly deduced. He knew the Faction—as with many other races—coveted the vast symbiocomputer, but never imagined they’d destroy the planet for it.

                ‘Correct, Doctor,’ Jidai focused his attention back upon the ParaCouncil. ‘However, I’d like it known I did not seize the APC Net for myself, nor for the Faction.’ Bowing his head, he admitted the folly of performing such a selfish act.  ‘Despite what people have considered us, the Faction are not apathetic murders.  Nor are we common scavengers.  Acquiring the APC Net under such dire circumstances would transform its importance into something common, if not worthless.  Instead, Harrison and I secretly transferred this lost treasure safely from this dimension.’

                Adama became agitated with Jidai’s deposition. ‘Exactly how is this relevant?’

                ‘During this process, if you recall, while the Time Lords fought against the Daleks, I was on Gallifrey during its final throes.’  Producing an image of an F-Clone Cruiser, Jidai revealed an anomaly. ‘Here we see an F-Clone vessel, but you’ll observe some unique augmentations.’ He stared at Adama. ‘Not exactly F-Clone Tech, now is it?’

                On closer inspection, the Tribunal noticed the peculiar turrets and equipment installed on the craft itself.

The Doctor realised what Jidai and Harrison were going with this information. ‘Ah,’ he smiled. ‘So this proves Mr. Fanstaran’s theory about Mr. Adama having played both sides of the field, I imagine?’

                ‘Exactly,’ Jidai affirmed. ‘As we all know, the Cipherians aren’t fools. Not by a long shot.’

                ‘Really, Paradox Fangarian?’ Adama reverted back towards his casual expression. ‘Care sharing your hypothesis against my deposition?’

                ‘Not really hard,’ Harrison intervened. ‘Considering when you factor in the charge of the Daleks being led to the Deathsmiths. According to the Forbidden Legends, one cannot access them by mechanical means.  So why dare divulge critical information they could not use in the first place?  Better speculation, even if the Daleks managed accessing the Deathsmiths, why unleash a presumably unstoppable force in the first place?  Especially when you note how Dalek alliances end after they’ve felt their allies’ usefulness has been achieved?’

                ‘Of course,’ The Doctor figured it out. ‘The Cipherians weren’t concerned because they were using the F-Clones as a back-up.’

                ‘Yes,’ Fanstar realised. ‘If I recall, the Deathsmiths were decimated by the F-Clones, due to their Paranormal Augmentations.  Only three of those beings survived.’

                ‘Making one wonder even further,’ Harrison turned his attention towards Adama. ‘Why would the Daleks go to all this difficulty releasing only three deadly beings? Not exactly beneficial to their plans, now is it?’

                ‘Of course,’ The Doctor started remembering more about Adama’s case. ‘Harrison presented the one anomaly Adama was never able to properly disclose.’

                ‘You mean about these.. what were they called?’ The First Doctor searched his mind. ‘F-Clones, was it?’

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor confirmed as they witnessed their Ninth self present this fact.

                ‘ParaLord Keanu,’ The Doctor smiled. ‘I’d like to make an addendum to the Chroniques Antiquita.’

                Keanu suspected the Time Lord had discovered something within Jidai and Fanstar’s evidence.

                ‘Very well, Doctor,’ he gave a nod towards the mysterious floating tome. ‘Commence.’

                Standing up, the Time Lord confidently stared at the accused. ‘You must forgive my attitudes earlier, Adama. Nasty habit, I’ll admit. But both Fanstar and Jidai essentially helped me clear up a slight dilemma with your testimony.  The F-Clones.’

                The Doctor indicated because Fanger was purposely omitted from the Time War, the F-Clones sensed the Daleks might become a greater threat.

                ‘You see, the problem with F-Clones, they’ve got this delusion. If Fangarius dies, they’ll instantly perish as well. Rather silly, since we all know F-Clones aren’t exactly Fangarian.’ He explained. ‘But, in fact, mutant Thals encased within a Fangarian shell, like the Daleks are Kaleds in a pepperpot shell.’

                ‘Then they are mortal enemies.’ Adama flatly stated. ‘This is not uncommon knowledge.’

                ‘Precisely.’ The Doctor responded. ‘Meaning the Daleks and F-Clones are evenly matched. Therefore, you must realise direct confrontation wasn’t a viable option. Instead, your Clanstribe concocted a rather clever scheme:  Let the Daleks have their Time War against Gallifrey, while the F-Clones go and perform your dirty work.’

                Adama remained speechless while hushed protested filled the courtroom.

Circumspectly orchestrating the ambiguous pieces, the ParaCouncil assembled the conundrum surrounding this case.  The Tribunal arrived upon a comprehensible picture with Adama’s uncharacteristic behaviour.  By factoring in the recent evidence, they decided some deliberation was required before rendering their final verdict.

                Arising from their seats, Keanu issued the suitable announcements, before leading the ParaCouncil into the private chambers. More hushed murmurs permeated the sanctimonious atmosphere.  The Doctor suspected they were astonished with the Tribunal’s motives.  Though no one had known about Cillian, he presumed Adama’s case had already been predetermined.  Convening this trial simply served as a legitimate means for dealing with the Cipher Lupiné, since The Doctor perceived no one dared go against a ParaCouncil Ruling.

               

Both Doctors—including the Ninth Incarnate—were privately scrutinising Adama with extreme caution.  Emotionless and statuesque, the Genet Wolf silently awaited his fate.  Jean-Damme meditated on the proceedings, not moving once from his position, as Jidai and Harrison also stood quietly for the ParaCouncil’s decision.  Recalling his own personal experiences with the Cipherian, The Doctor attempted recalling Adama’s ulterior motives at the time.  Mainly because no one readily gives themselves up to the ParaCouncil, at least not without a heated battle first.  And as both Fanstar and Jidai had demonstrated before the Tribunal, Adama’s deposition seemed a bit too clear cut to be true.

                Yet, amidst the confusion, The Doctor did recollect one, indelible anomaly.  Fanstar’s uncharacteristic behaviour.

                Though everyone perceived the importance of this case, Fanstar had inexplicably became drowsy.  For a brief moment, it appeared the young Fangarian had dozed off.  But then, he suddenly awoke just as he had reached the brink of unconsciousness.

                ‘Cool, cool,’

            Suffused with icy-blue force, Fanstar’s eyes automatically snapped open.

                ‘Say something, Fanstar?’ The Doctor inquired.  Currently preoccupied with Adama, the Time Lord had been obvious towards his Grand-godchild’s malady.  And for good reason.

                Secretly The Doctor possessed this foreboding sense the Genet Wolf was up to something.  No one—not even the Cipher Lupiné—could be this obliging with the ParaCouncil.  There had to be an ulterior motive behind this logical behaviour.  Unfortunately, The Doctor had no idea what exactly it was.  Adding to this was Fanstar’s slight uncharacteristic behaviour.

                Blinking, Fanstar’s eyes resumed their natural, hazel form. ‘Uh.. oh…’ he acted as if he just awakened from a dream. ‘Sorry, Doctor,’ he apologised. ‘Just dozed off a bit. Contemplating on what the ParaCouncil has in store for Adama, I guess.’

                The Doctor raised a perplexed eyebrow at his Grand-godchild.

                Before sorting out Fanstar’s atypical remark, the Time Lord was abruptly cut-off by the sound of the side doors opening.  The ParaCouncil Tribunal had finally come to a decision.  The Doctor hoped it would be one everyone agreed upon.  Judging from the agitated crowd in the Amphitheater, the last thing he wanted was a lynch mob overtaking the courtroom.

                After leading the ParaCouncil back to their appointed positions, Keanu instructed for everyone to rise momentarily.

                ‘Upon current analysis of the Chroniques pertinent to this case, as well in light of new evidence provided, the ParaCouncil has rendered a verdict. You may now be seated, except for the accused.’

                Adama and Jean remained standing as Keanu drew his attention towards both of them.  ‘Adamacam’belliandriomega. After much deliberation, we, the ParaCouncil cannot genuinely attribute you, nor the Cipher Lupiné, for instigation of the ChronoWar. For it is our belief the conflict would have easily begun without your involvement. Therefore, the Instigation charges have been dismissed.’

                A thunderous uproar erupted from the crowd, but Keanu expediently silenced their objections with a Parakinetic lightning bolt.

                ‘Order!’ He vehemently demanded. Once the Amphitheater became quiet, he resumed his deliberation. ‘Though you’ve been found innocent of the ChronoWar Instigation charge, let  us not forget, the Cipher Lupiné has performed other questionable acts, which the ParaCouncil Tribunal considers to be iniquitous in their own rights.’

                Adama raised an eyebrow, wondering where Keanu was going with this.

                ‘Adama, it has been proven your Clanstribe has frequently—willfully and maliciously—engaged in projects dealing with the conspiring with the most dangerous lifeforms within the Universe. And I might add, not just with the Daleks and the F-Clones, but with the Cybermen as well.’

                Cybermen.. The Doctor perceived the Cipher Lupiné were bold and ruthless, but never fathomed they dared ally themselves with the likes of those heartless automations.  Then again, when you considered whom was on trial, it made perfect sense.

                ‘Normally,’ Keanu stared at Adama. ‘The Tribunal would simply enforce punishment with the standard pocket dimension.  However, we’ve come across some incriminating evidence revealing your Clanstribes’ genuine menace.’

                With a nod, Keanu caused the doors opening once more.  Silence was briefly shattered by hushed gasps and discontented murmurs, while the attendants stretched to see the being within the Energon orb.

                The Doctor knew this was Cillian, and from the audience reaction, he was less liked than Adama himself.

                ‘Let the Chroniques Antiquita record,’ Keanu instructed. ‘Upon apprehension of the Ancient known as Cillian, the ParaCouncil learned his own involvement with not only the Cipher Lupiné, but with other events leading up to the ChronoWar itself.’

                ‘Nice to see my work hasn’t gone unnoticed,’ Cillian sarcastically uttered under his breath.  He started contemptuously at Keanu. ‘But then, you and The Doctor would know more about it, wouldn’t you?’

                Ignoring Cillian’s dramatics, Keanu continued with his announcement.

                ‘Bearing this in mind, we’ve been aware of your own projects, Adama.  Primarily, they have been designed for not only deposing the Clanstribes and Paranormals, but for conquering the Time Lords as well.’ He pause momentarily, casting a cold eye at anyone daring to speak out. ‘Not to mention your callous disregard for the impending consequences towards the Lesser Beings and other civilisations. Acquisitioning these events, coupled with the fact of Cillian’s assistance, in relation to this case, we, the Tribunal, find the Cipher Lupiné guilty of the other charges. For this, the ParaCouncil shall now determine your punishment.’

                With swift precision, Keanu bowed, introducing the next ParaCouncil Member.  ‘ParaLord Xan’deli shall now dispense with the sentence.’

                As Xan’deli rose from his seat, The Doctor acknowledged the being originated from the Althrace System.  Not surprising, since the ParaCouncil had been established the same time the Higher Evolutionary (Matrix Lords) were formed.  Apparently, they were active members with the intradimensional community, and the ParaCouncil was no exception.

                Producing an ancient scroll, Xan’deli promptly read from it.

The Doctor now recalled what happened next.  Xan’deli dispensed with the proper administrative formalities, explaining to Adama and Cillian about how the ParaCouncil had underwent extensive deliberation upon this case.  Essentially, it was no mystery everyone attending had hoped the Tribunal had favoured capital punishment.  But both gentlemen knew better.  It was not within the ParaCouncil’s jurisdiction for making such decisions.

                Therefore, the only possible solution was D’isolement.  Meaning the Cipher Lupiné would be collected and transferred to a specially-constructed Biosphere.

                ‘One placed within a disclosed section of the ChronoSphere, I imagine?’ The First Doctor noted.

                ‘Yes,’ The Doctor recalled. ‘As a precautionary measure.’ He remembered what the audience members were like. They were out for blood, and they’d prefer nothing more than privately hunting down the Cipherians and murder them.  Sometimes he wondered who was really the monsters at times, the Daleks or the victims themselves.

                Naturally, the audience wasn’t thrilled with the ParaCouncil’s decision.

               

Cacophonous roars of remonstrations inundated the Amphitheater.  The Doctor observed Keanu rising from his seat, attempting on maintaining order within the courtroom.  Regrettably, Keanu’s bolts weren’t having any impact as before, while the angry crowd became more agitated than ever.  The pandemonium almost reached riot levels, when an intense force shook the entire Amphitheater.  A severe wind emerged from the main doors, causing them to burst open, issuing forth a deep-blue mist.

                TA’SHA DRE! The incensed telepathic voice bellowed, instantly quelling the Amphitheater’s dissident guests.  Even the ParaCouncil became speechless with the display.  The Doctor detected a certain familiarity behind it..

Stepping across the threshold, a lone figure nonchalantly entered the Amphitheater.  Azure streaks amidst ebony hair, he possessed an average build.  Walking gradually down the aisle, he spoke not a word.  Dark headband, illuminated with arcane ciphers, blue-violet bioglyphs etched neatly upon his face, shoulders and neck, and goatee gave the distinct impression he was a lost warrior.  Perhaps even a forgotten survivor from the Time War.

                Even his attire enforced the illusion:  dark hooded-vest, ebony vambraces, mystic gauntlets, black pants and boots.  Conversely, his wolf’s tail, shaded hands and Clanscrest upon his vest and belt foretold an entirely different story about his background.

                The Doctor straight away acknowledged the being as a member of an Ancient Clanstribe.  One commanding great respect over all.

                Hazel eyes against a sea of deep blue, the being transfixed his gaze at the ParaCouncil.  The only sound heard throughout the Amphitheater was his boots walking across the marble floor.  Throughout the astonishing demonstration, the most unanticipated move came when the being promptly approached the bench, walking past Adama, Jean and Cillian as if they weren’t there.  Responding to the appropriate etiquette, the doors automatically closed themselves.  The ominous being then courteously kneeled before the ParaCouncil, respectfully bowing his head.

                ‘Apologies,’ he seriously uttered. ‘Fandraeli Da’Sahn Dr’Kar of the Seventh Generation,’ he introduced himself. ‘Regrettably Xander has been indisposed due to other matters. As for my tardiness, I’ve only received word about this specialised hearing.’ Getting up, his eyes slightly crackled with ethereal force.  He briefly cast a wintry stare at the audience. ‘However, from what I’ve witnessed, it appears I’ve arrived just in time.’

                Da’Sahn Dr.. The Doctor perceived the archaic Fandraelian name.  On Earth, the being was more commonly known as Dustin Drinkard.

                ‘Fandraeli?’ The elderly gentlemen inquired, not certain he heard Da’Sahn correctly.  Glancing at the younger version of himself, he wondered what they had gotten themselves into.

                ‘That’s what he said,’ The Doctor comprehending his former version’s astonishment.  The Fandraeli rarely bothered themselves with such affairs in the Past.  But Dustin’s appearance wasn’t the reason why everyone had become silent.

The Fandraeli Clanstribe was simply not just the oldest living beings, but also the most enigmatic as well.  Unlike the other Clanstribes, these particular Wolf-Beings lived beyond the Capitol, in the Syli’Dal-Chi—or Gallifreyan Outback—with the Shobogans.  Ancient Legends claimed the Fandraeli were not only attuned with the elements themselves, but could transverse and manipulate the very cosmic dimensions themselves.  Not to mention being extremely powerful than the Ancients themselves.

                Possibly explaining why Cillian became apprehensive when Dustin had appeared.

                Even The Doctor recalled Harrison telling him exactly how potent the Fandraeli were.  In Dustin’s case, the headband, bioglyphs, gauntlets and belt were actually specialised seals maintaining his Parakinetic Force.  Judging from the Fandraelian’s abrupt demonstration, The Doctor suspected Mr. Drinkard had only utilised about one-fifteenth of its powers.  Nonetheless, Dustin—like Adama—appeared to be acting slightly uncharacteristic at the moment.

                ‘If it pleases the Tribunal,’ Dustin politely requested. ‘May I contribute to the Chroniques pertaining to this case?’

                ‘You may address the court, Da’Sahn Dr’Kar,’ Keanu agreed.

                Dustin nodded slightly, then faced the audience.

                ‘Just where in ChronoSpace do you lot think you are?’ He grimly demanded.

                ‘Now that’s the Mr. Drinkard I know,’ The Doctor mused.  Unlike most of his relations, Dustin rarely minced words.

In fact, the Fandraelian wasted no time informing the audience about what had transpired during the ChronoWar.  Then he indicated on why the ParaCouncil was originally established.

                ‘During the Age of the Ancients, all supernatural beings, creatures and entities Great and Small, acted accordingly without consequence or disregard of their actions. As a result, chaos and destruction occurred endlessly throughout the Universe and unlimited dimensions.’

Dustin’s eyes stared intently into the audience’s souls, as if he was now judging each and every one of them.

‘Bringing forth the Sorcerion Conflict.’

The Doctor vaguely recalled Harrison once mentioning about the Forgotten War between the Lesser Beings and Paranormals.  Similar to the Great War itself, the Sorcerion Conflict was considered the Paranormal Dark Ages.

‘Finally fed up with the unrelenting torment by the Paranormals, the Normals began rising up and striking back at their oppressors. By acquiring the law into their own hands, many Norms immediately condemned numerous Paranormals—both guilty and innocent—mercilessly to death.’ Dustin languidly explained. ‘Yet, also many innocent Normals were ensnared by the senseless bloodlust.’ He reproachfully observed the nervous and agitated audience members. ‘Before the inane Salem Witch Trials of Earth, there was the Sarscrasken Massacre.’

The Doctor acknowledged one intriguing trait about Dustin.  Apparently when incensed, the Fandraeli instantly became a wealth of knowledge about Ancient Gallifreyan History.  Essentially when it pertained to the Universal Time Line.  Although he had also been forced from participating in it, Dustin was mysteriously affected by the Time War as well.

‘Despite these tragic, immeasurable losses, the Almighty himself, summoned the wisest of beings, both Normals and Paranormals, and edict there be a specialised system of justice be established for regulating all supernatural forms throughout the Universe and Infinite Dimensions. And so, the ParaCouncil was established.’

With a wave of his hand, Dustin summoned a holographic image of an ancient parchment.  The Amphitheater was now briefly filled with astonished gasps and hushed whispers, while he identified the document’s meaning.  The only one unimpressed was Cillian.

‘The Sacred ParaIndoctrinate.’ He proclaimed. ‘Not only does it govern our most valued laws, but it also serves as the ultimate peace treaty between the Lesser Races and Paranormals.’

‘Agreed,’ Jidai added. ‘Meaning despite our emotional evaluation of the Cipher Lupiné,’ he gave a discerning glance at Cillian, ‘and this Ancient, the ParaIndoctrinate states they are still entitled to a fair trial.’

‘Yes,’ Dustin nodded. ‘And even though many of you are essentially correct for bringing forth the seriousness behind their transgressions, you’ve also failed comprehending why this sacrosanct document was formed.’

Turning briefly towards the ParaCouncil, Dustin caused the holographic image to burn brighter.

‘The Sacred ParaIndoctrinate ensures everyone placed on trial receives just punishment for their crimes.’ Turning back to the audience, he confirmed. ‘But it does not condone the use of capital punishment by any means, lest our laws and government become thoroughly meaningless.  And the ParaIndoctrinate transforms into nothing but an illegible parchment, a figurehead of nothing.’

Snapping his fingers, Dustin dispersed the image.

‘Remember, this, I seriously doubt you’d want to become the creatures you loathe, just so you can satisfy some insignificant desire for pure revenge. And do not forget what vengeance truly brings forth.’

‘Now I remember,’ The Doctor somberly recalled. ‘It was here Cillian challenged Dustin’s demonstrative speech.  Mainly because the Ancient felt he was untouchable.’

‘Many of them did go under the misassumption, young man,’ The First Doctor inspected the scene unfolding before them. ‘But I do find it interesting the Fandraelian maintained his composure the entire time.’

‘Yes,’ The Doctor knew Dustin a bit too well. ‘But I suspect Dustin realised it wouldn’t help the ParaCouncil’s position if he started losing control. I mean, really, I doubt Keanu would’ve favoured a Paranormal showdown in the Amphitheater.’

‘But instead he did insist on something a bit more legitimate, did he not?’

Indeed Dustin had.  Besides the punishment of D’isolement, the Fandraelian suggested the Biosphere placed within a pocket dimension. One completely inaccessible from the Multiverse itself, so not only to protect the Clanstribe from overzealous survivors, but ensuring the Cipherians were no longer a threat to anyone ever again.

Naturally Cillian voiced his protests, but surprisingly, Adama agreed with Dustin’s suggestion, stating it was the only decision for the ParaCouncil to make.  Also by accepting this punishment, it would prove their innocence.

Nevertheless, Adama and Cillian were returned to their appropriate Containment Areas, while preparations were being made for their sentence.  Afterwards the ParaCouncil concluded the hearing, as everyone left the Amphitheater.

Keanu’s private sanctum was elegantly decorated with velvet tapestry and exquisite furniture.  One may have not considered this a refuge but more of a luxury hotel, possibly a penthouse.  Standing at the mahogany bar, The Doctor selected the jade decanter containing an enticing, crimson beverage.  Selecting a crystalline wine glass, the Time Lord collectively poured himself a drink.

                ‘Didn’t know you cared for Almandi Wine, Doctor,’ Keanu somberly observed the cosmic scene outside his window. Various ships were departing from the Sacré Omnidrasilogg, including Jidai Sakugo’s unusual craft.  Mainly due to the fact the Omnidrasilogg’s security prevented the Paradox agents from arriving and departing the usual fashion.  Nonetheless, he knew currently the ParaCouncil wasn’t going to be popular for quite some time.

                Then again, he didn’t accept this job for popularity.

                ‘Perhaps he’s developed a taste for new things,’ Dustin observed the fluid within his glass. ‘Like participating in this trial.’

                ‘Dustin,’ Keanu foregone all formalities. ‘The Doctor attended upon my request. And you know, as well as I, the matter concerns him as it does the Clanstribes.’

                ‘You know,’ The Doctor sipped a bit of wine. ‘Your one-sided conversation might fare better if I was involved. Mmm..’ he licked his lips. ‘Rather tasty, wonder why I haven’t tried this sooner?’

                Keanu hated when the Time Lord became evasive.  After all, The Doctor himself wasn’t keen on Adama’s relationship with the Daleks.  Not to mention learning Cillian was somehow indirectly involved as well.

                ‘Adama’s acting suspicious,’ The Doctor admitted. ‘And Cillian, definitely no question. But honestly, no offence, you two, when exactly did the ParaCouncil abhor the use of capital punishment?’

Both Doctors perceived their Ninth self’s obscure reference.  A forgotten case where the ParaCouncil once had ruled against the Koltalines for repeatedly abusing their Paranormal attributes.  Specifically when the Koltalines’ unauthorised activities had almost destroyed several galaxies in the process.

                ‘If memory serves,’ The Doctor noted. ‘The ParaCouncil once proclaimed there was no alternative for the Koltalines.’

                ‘Doctor,’ Keanu slowly uttered. ‘There are unique circumstances where Adama is concerned.’

                ‘And,’ Dustin added. ‘The ParaIndoctrinate prohibits unnecessary genocide. If the ParaCouncil spared Adama, and not the Cipherians—nor Cillian, things might appear questionable.’

                The Doctor hesitated. ‘Spare Adama?’ He incredulously stared at Keanu and Dustin. ‘Why would you want to spare him? Not only did he admit working with the Daleks and F-Clones, but he also hinted his alliance with Cillian!’

                Dustin frowned. ‘Wait a sec, Doc, you mean you don’t know why Keanu chose D’isolement over Dissolution?’

                Keanu gave the Fandraelian a warning hiss. ‘This is not The Doctor’s con—’

                ‘Excuse me?’ Dustin demanded. ‘The last time I checked, The Doctor was appointed as Fanger’s Godfather, and made honorary Fangarian by Diane herself, I believe it greatly concerns him.’

                The Doctor wasn’t certain if he needed hearing the next part of the conversation.

                ‘We never told him because we had no desire of endangering him, nor the Little One, as you know,’ Keanu vehemently stared into Dustin eyes. ‘Or have you forgotten the pact we made before this was done?’

                Once again, the Time Lord realised Fanger’s relation had embroiled his Godchild into another scheme of sorts.

                ‘Why is it you keep involving Fangarius into these political mechanisation of yours?’ He bitterly remarked, draining his glass. ‘I mean, is he your nephew, or some experiment for your amusement?’

                ‘Sigma,’ Keanu growled. ‘How dare you! This was not..’

                Sensing a heated discussion was beginning, Dustin immediately concentrated on The Doctor.  Blue eyes against azure, he expediently revealed to the Time Lord upon the importance of keeping Adama alive and well.  The Doctor’s mind received the information within seconds, forcing him on stumbling forward into Keanu’s arms.

                ‘Da’Sahn Dr’Kar!’ He cautiously helped The Doctor over towards a recliner, setting the disoriented Time Lord down. ‘Was that really necessary?’

                ‘Forbidden Knowledge,’ Dustin blithely explained, finishing his beverage. ‘And Doc needs to know the entire story about Adama and Fanger, does he not?’

The Doctor angrily felt as if someone had walked across his own grave.  Forgotten memories started resurfacing, as he now vividly recalled what Dustin had revealed to him.

                ‘No,’ he indignantly protested. ‘No, no, no… you never should’ve done this to him! Not Fangarius…’

                ‘It seems they did,’ the elderly gentlemen woefully admitted. ‘My fault really, I knew letting Fangarius visit The Capitol was a bit suspicious.’

                At first the Time Lord wanted nothing more than scold his former self for allowing this to happen.  But logic informed him, as Dustin had indicated, at the time nobody had known about Adama, nor the Cipherians back then.  Thanks to Gallifreyan politics, the High Council and Clanstribes had the entire events stricken from public knowledge.  So as far as his original self had known, Fanger had been simply taken on an outing into The Capitol.  The excuse was getting the young Fangarian familiar with attending the Academy at an early age.  Considering Fanger was one of the first Wolf-Beings to be admitted into the Prydonian Academy.

Regaining full-consciousness, The Doctor disbelievingly examined the facts acquired within his mind.  He knew the Great War had been a devastating loss for the Clanstribes, but he never imagined how far it had really gotten.  Nor the reality Fanger had been selected for such a preventive.

                ‘Is this why Diane was killed?’ The Doctor automatically inquired.

                ‘No,’ Dustin remarked. ‘The truth was she insisted Fanger be selected. I, myself, was against it.’

                ‘Same here,’ Keanu angrily closed his eyes. ‘We hoped Adama never would resurface. Especially like this. But I do comprehend why the F-Clones never attacked the Cipherians outright. But I wonder..’ He accusingly inspected the intergalactic scene from his window. ‘How did they know about the connection?’

                The Doctor had a disturbing thought himself. ‘Do you suppose Adama knows?’

                ‘No,’ Dustin shook his head. ‘Nor does Fanger, Thank Ra’Del, the process prohibits them from acknowledging the connection. In order for the process being perfectly effective.’

Before they investigated the conundrum further, they were interrupted by a deep, resonant tone echoing throughout the place.  It reminded The Doctor of the TARDIS’ Cloister Bell, as Keanu headed for the concealed console at the far end of the room.  Activating the holographic monitor, he revealed a schematic of the Sacré Omnidrasilogg on-screen.  Two subsections instantly came up, flashing wildly.

                ‘Adama’s Containment Area,’ Keanu checked the instruments. ‘As well as Cillian’s Containment Cell, somehow they’ve both managed breaking out and escaping.’

                ‘Seems they’ve both revealed their true colours,’ The Doctor admitted, getting up from the recliner. ‘I’ll come with you.’

                Dustin placed a hand on the Time Lord’s shoulders. ‘No, Doc, it’s best you get back to your TARDIS.’ He suggested. ‘Just in case. I doubt you’d want Adama, Cillian and their accomplice hijacking it after its reconstruction.’

                The Doctor decided the Fandraelian was correct. If the Cipherian got a hold of his craft, let alone an Ancient, there was no telling what havoc Adama and Cillian might cause with it.

Upon arriving, Keanu and Dustin noticed some Med officers attending to Jean-Damme, while Fanstar was carefully extracting some liquid-metallic substance.  At first, the security detail claimed Fanstar was the one responsible, but Jean admitted the Fangarian was innocent.

                ‘Adama and Cillian had this guy, Jake Hennington, come in with an imposter Fanstar…’

                ‘Actually,’ Fanstar clarified, ‘Unc, Mr. Hennington attempted using D’Esprit on me.’ He examined the fluid samples enclosed within the sealed orb he was generating. ‘Then injecting me with some biological agent. Instead this was performed on a multiple I conjured up before the trial. Why do you think Dustin and Jidai came when they did?’ Two LabTech officials entered the room.

                Fanstar meticulously levitated the sealed orb into their holding chest.

                ‘Take this to BioLab Section 7,’ he instructed. ‘Initiate complete BioScan, and don’t open this orb for any reason. Treat this as biohazardous material, I’ll be up there examining the results.’

                He then frowned as Keanu and Dustin were inspecting the scene.

                ‘Uh, guys, where’s The Doctor?’ Fanstar nervously demanded.

                His TARDIS.

                Gliding his hand across its smooth surface, The Doctor was still impressed with Fanstar’s achievement.  The reconstruction was indeed worth beyond its weight in gold. ‘Out of the frying pan,’ he thought aloud. This time he hadn’t attempted getting himself into trouble, yet, he was almost embroiled in another disaster.  But he completely understood why Dustin wanted him departing without fail.  The last thing he needed was the prospect of a renegade Wolf-Being, an Ancient and their unknown accomplice hijacking his craft.  After nearly permanently losing her to the Time War, The Doctor wasn’t keen on losing her again.

The Doctor’s memory instantly opened up from the recesses of his mind.  He recalled how distraught he had become from the Time War, losing everything he knew and cared about, barely surviving from the Daleks.  Right now, all he wanted was leaving the Sacré Omnidrasilogg.

                He just wanted to leave, forgetting everything for awhile.  Perhaps head back to the Eye of Orion.  One of the only places not touched by the Time War.  A place of serenity he’d go to whenever things were becoming beyond his ability to cope.  Especially since he had lost the Zero Room back during his brief adventure on Castrovalva.

                The elderly gentleman understood the feeling.  Not unlike when he and Susan had first left Gallifrey with Fangarius.  At the time, it wasn’t a Time War, but The Onslaught where some foolish idiot had this notion of leading a political coup against the High Council.  Like the young man before them, all he wanted was a means of escape.  Some sanctuary were he no longer dealt with the Time Lords and their antiquated notions.  The once presumed utopia had fallen, and he wanted nothing to do with the reconstruction.

                They claimed they offered him a new position within the Council, but he knew better.  All they wanted was putting him somewhere out-of-the-way, simply because he didn’t see things their way.

               

                ‘Strange,’ The Doctor chillingly whispered, ‘how different the circumstances, yet, History continues repeating itself.’  However, another memory indicated a slight difference with this repeated Event.  A difference occurring when he had reached for the TARDIS Key.

                FANGARIUS.

Primed with the knowledge from Dustin, The Doctor felt compelled with checking up on his Godchild.  There was a profound reason he had deemed it necessary for preventing Fanger from entering this War.  And it wasn’t just the promise he had made to Harrison and Diane.  Whatever was the cause, The Doctor felt the foreboding sensation creeping up his spine as he placed the key into the lock.

                Opening the main doors, The Doctor surveyed the newly-constructed Main Console Room once more.  Shutting the doors behind him, he realised he wasn’t doing much just standing here admiring the Main Console.

                ‘Right,’ he instinctively headed towards the controls. ‘First, I’ll..’

                Thwipp!

                Cool, metallic sensations assaulted The Doctor’s neck, causing his mind and body to become numb.

                ‘…Cool, cool..’ The Doctor hypnotically responded. An enigmatic gold chain, with illuminated sapphire studs, materialised itself round his neck.  Instantly, the Time Lord was transformed into a living statue.

The Doctor embarrassingly recalled this event, he felt foolish being felled by a neural inhibitor.  Nor the fact he should’ve been a bit more careful than just walking into his own TARDIS without caution.

                But his First self had reminded him how the Valeyard had tricked him into a one-way trip into a dying sun.  From their observations, the Ninth Doctor wasn’t dealing with your typical adversary.  Therefore, it wasn’t too astonishing for their other self getting caught off-guard.

               

                ‘Hey, Doc,’ Jake stepped from his shadows, standing behind The Doctor. ‘After all this time, we finally get to meet. Fanger’s told me quite a bit about you, bud.’

                The Doctor wondered what Jake was going on about.  After all, he had met the young man back in his Eighth Incarnation.  Back when he…

                Not Jake… Vividly remembering the Tellurian, the Time Lord knew Jake Hennington did not exhibit any Paranormal abilities.  Nor did he wear any ornate jewelry.

                ‘Ayrian,’ the familiar voice commanded. ‘Refrain. We have more imperative matters than engaging with idle conversation.’

                The Doctor acknowledged the other intruder as Adama.  The Cipherian’s reflection appeared against the LCD Screen.  Adama’s emerald, serpentine eyes flickered in the dimly-lit atmosphere.

                ‘Apologies, Time Lord,’ he enchantingly spoke. ‘It might have been preferable having our encounter under better circumstances. However, as you shall apprehend, time itself, is of the essence.’

                ‘Honestly,’ another voice berated. ‘Just get on with it, Adama!’

                Before The Doctor identified the other intruder, he found himself engulfed with a sky-blue mist.  Containing an enticing scent, the mist was anything but harmless.

                Inhale. Adama subtly expelled the mist from his mouth.

                Cipher Venom. Helplessly, The Doctor obeyed the telepathic command.  The noxious vapours promptly seized control over his body.  Usually, whenever The Doctor found himself within this circumstance, fear was normally his first emotion.  Consequently, the Time Lord was more preoccupied on how both Adama and Jake deftly acquired control over him.  Dealing with neuro-devices and mind control throughout his Incarnations, he was ordinarily more than a match for them.

                ‘Seems our special cocktail was more effective than anticipated,’ Jake replaced his shades. ‘Considering I only used a minute dosage.’

                ‘Ayrian,’ Adama frigidly interrupted. ‘You shall not be warned again.’

                ‘Oh, lighten up, Cipherian,’ Cillian appeared, smiling at the immobilised Doctor. ‘Though I rarely implement potions, I’m surprised this one was still rather effective.’

                Cocktail…

Embarrassingly, The Doctor recalled falling for the oldest trick in the book.  Then again, Cillian had been bold getting this Ayrian to lace the wine within Keanu’s chambers.  But wondered how they knew only he’d imbibe the wine and not the others?

                ‘If I recall,’ the elderly gentleman wryly smiled. ‘Cillian’s potions never functioned on Wolf-Beings.  And their potency never lasted properly as well.’

                ‘What?’ The Doctor wondered how his former self had ever survived. ‘You mean I could’ve resisted Adama’s venom attack?’

                ‘Perhaps,’ an amused expression formed across his face. ‘Or it could’ve very well transformed us into an animal, mineral or vegetable. That Ancient never could formulate a proper potion.’

               

Ignoring his former self’s ramblings, The Doctor’s mind opened the forgotten memory to him without fail.  Cillian enigmatically used Adama and Ayrian for hijacking his TARDIS.  Although Cillian rarely used any form of electronic devices, Adama had no such compunction. 

                The Doctor observed the scene where Adama approached the Main Console.  Sagely detecting the TARDIS Security measures, the Cipherian knew he couldn’t simply just operate the controls.  Scanning for the appropriate panel, Adama extracted a peculiar module from his pocket.  Locating the proper section, he attached it onto the panel’s surface.  Instantaneously, the TARDIS’ deep blue atmosphere transformed into a dull indigo.

Satisfied with the results, Adama directed his attention towards The Doctor.  Parting his lips, Adama emitted a hauntingly-melodious tone.

                The Doctor eyes were briefly suffused with polychromatic force.

                ‘Release him,’ Adama approvingly smiled. ‘All possible difficulties have been neutralised. The Doctor shall be more co-operative with us now.’

                ‘Impressive,’ Cillian observed the Cipherian’s unique amalgamation of Paranormalicy and technology. ‘Perhaps science does assist one’s mystic abilities.’

                The pseudo-Jake touched one of the sapphires on his chain, instantly dispersing The Doctor’s jewelry.

                ‘So,’ he regained control of his vocal chords. ‘Everything back at the courtroom. Fancy double-talk, was it? All an elaborate deception?’

                ‘Negative, Time Lord,’ Adama astutely replied.

                ‘Yes,’ Cillian slowly uttered. ‘Not only is attempted perjury within the Amphitheater an extremely-heavy transgression,’ he adjusted his glasses. ‘But it's absolutely forbidden.’

                ‘What, the ParaCouncil has truth serum pumped through the vents?’ The Doctor humorously inquired.

                ‘Not quite,’ Adama admitted, ‘but your jovial assumption is close. When one attends a ParaCouncil hearing, an intricate enchantment of integrity is placed upon him or her.’

                ‘Quite annoying, actually,’ Cillian stared at The Doctor. ‘But surprisingly effective, not even the most deceitful being can resist it.’

                ‘So,’ The Doctor figured out the situation. ‘What you proclaimed to the Tribunal was indeed genuine?’

                ‘Affirmative,’ Adama readily admitted. ‘Though I shall contend my Clanstribe finds the Daleks to be rather a disagreeable sort.’

                The Doctor weakly gave an incredulous expression to the Cipherian. ‘Then why assist them at all?’

                Cillian interrupted the conversation, sensing someone was heading towards the Workshop. ‘Adama, it seems we’ve overstayed our welcome, I fear.’

                Adama gave The Doctor a quick nod.  The Time Lord automatically flicked the correct switches on the console.

Inside the Warehouse, the police box light sprang to life.  Flashing rhythmically, there came sounds of elephants blaring and machinery.  The blue structure blurred momentarily, becoming indistinct, until it vanished completely from sight.  Naturally, Fanstar, Keanu and Dustin had arrived a bit too late.  They witnessed the former police box’s image fade from view.

                Cillian observed the Time Rotor’s precision movement. ‘Now then,’ he gazed deeply at the column. ‘We’ve much to discuss.’

                ‘Whatever it is..’ The Doctor’s legs buckled, feeling his strength draining from his muscles.

                Adama amusedly witnessed the results with some amusement. ‘Careful, Doctor, the unique toxin I’ve introduced into your system has wondrous properties.’

                ‘Ah,’ The Doctor leaned against the console. ‘I see, if I resist or show any emotion, I get weak, is that it?’

                ‘Crude, I’ll admit,’ Cillian noticed Adama activating the monitor. ‘No one seems to be pursuing us.’

                ‘Taken care of that, guys,’ Jake smiled. ‘Disabled their vessels long enough for us to escape.’

                ‘So you’re breaking out,’ The Doctor didn’t fancy being used as their getaway man.

                ‘Not necessarily, Doctor,’ Adama somberly corrected. ‘Though it appears we are evading incarceration, even the Cipher Lupiné knows it is both ignorant and obtuse for one defying the ParaCouncil.’

                ‘Deciding on graciously exiling yourselves, then?’ The Doctor started orchestrating the pieces. ‘Why all this? I’d not mind dropping you lot somewhere.‘

                ‘Be the fool, play the fool, eh, Time Lord?’ Cillian contemptuously uttered, sniffing The Doctor’s perimeter. ‘You linger the Fandraelian stench, do you not? Thus, I conclude you’re aware about Adama and the Little One.’

                ‘Cillian,’ The Doctor mustered his strength against the Cipher Venom. ‘I won’t let you, nor Adama, harm him.’

                Adama smiled while operating the controls. ‘Time Lord, even you should know, I cannot harm the Little One, no more than he can harm me.’

                ‘Hold on,’ Dustin’s information instantly registered within his mind. ‘Adama, how do you know about this? I thought..’

                ‘There are other means, Doctor,’ Cillian affirmed. ‘Yet, Adama acquiring knowledge about Fangarius was rather unexpected.’

                ‘Unexpected?’ The Doctor knew how Cillian really felt about the Fangarians.  Ever since Diane had come to Gallifrey, the Ancient had inexplicably developed an animosity for this particular Clanstribe.  Right now, he wondered why the Ancient hadn’t just simply taken over the TARDIS and gone after Fanger right from the start.  Also it wasn’t like Cillian to ally himself with other Clanstribes as well. 

                ‘Besides,’ Adama added. ‘The Little One is far too essential to be destroyed, nor permitted to remain within this dimension.’

                Incredulously, The Doctor turned his attention towards Jake. ‘Jake, how could you betray Fangarius like this? How could you betray me as well?’

                ‘Don’t know what you’re talking about, Doc,’ Jake then realised the confusion. ‘Oh, man,’ he smiled wryly. ‘You mean, you think I’m..’

                The Doctor started realising his suspicions about the man were correct.

                Before Adama reproached Jake, the man held up his hand. ‘Apologies, Adama, but I think The Doc here has gone under some mistaken identity.’

                ‘That’s correct,’ Cillian casually went over towards Jake. ‘You haven’t been properly introduced, have you, Doctor? This is Ayrian “Jake” Hennington Zwei, not the Jake Hennington you’re familiar with on Earth.’

                Removing his shades, Jake revealed his icy blue eyes.  The Doctor inspected him in sheer disbelief.

                ‘What?’ He failed ascertaining what this ‘Jake’ really was. ‘You’re a clone… no..’ There was something slightly amiss about this version. ‘You’ve been augmented as well..’

                ‘Impressive, is he not?’ Cillian admired. ‘Normally, as you know, I rarely favour all this genetic construction, however, Ayrian Zwei proves Cipherian Tech’s slightly better than the Paranormal ways.’

                ‘Ayrian’s just one of the Cipherian Projects we’ve established,’ Adama added. ‘As well as being a most efficient associate.’

                Anger welled up with the Time Lord, everything was suddenly becoming clear to him. ‘You’ve involved my Godchild into your vile schemes.’  He desperately wanted to sound infuriated, but Adama’s venom kept his emotions at bay.

                Cillian sighed. ‘Doctor, you’re obliviousness astounds me. The Little One has been involved long before now, he just hasn’t been aware of it.’

                ‘What?’ The Doctor incredulously stared at the Ancient, then turned towards Adama.

                The Cipherian calmly left his spot near the panel.  Strolling up to the astonished Doctor, Adama whispered one word into the Time Lord’s ear.

                ‘Mondas.’

                ‘Mondas?’ The elderly gentleman quizzically stared at his younger counterpart. ‘Mondas?! What does the Cybermen’s planet has to do with Fangarius?’

                ‘You don’t remember,’ The Doctor grimly remarked. ‘Because the incident occurred after you left.’  Memories returned back to when they had first heard about the infamous planet.  Earth’s forgotten twin.  Home of the Cybermen.  While the First Doctor had been contending with this new threat, Fangarius has mysteriously vanished.  At first, he assumed his Godchild had been somewhere within the TARDIS Medical facilities.  After all, one of Fanger’s majors was symbioengineering, therefore it seemed he was attempting on helping The Doctor deal with the biomechanical menace.

                However, it was discovered by Ben and Polly, the Little One was nowhere to be found.  But after his First Regeneration, Fanger had inexplicably returned.  Except The Doctor vividly recalled he suspected something was amiss.  At first, he thought Fanger was weeping due to mourning over the Time Lord’s presumed ‘death.’  Consequently, The Doctor contained one component within him, indicating he knew better, hoping his fears and doubts would remain unconfirmed.

                ‘Figured it out, have you?’ Grains of sand wafted past both men, causing them to turn and notice the figure behind them. ‘Fangarius’ forgotten Past has come back in an unexpected way.’

                Jidai Sakugo observed the scene unfolding before them. Where the Ninth version desperately tried fighting against Adama’s venom, when the unexpected had transpired.  First came the strange protection from the Ninth Doctor as Cillian began placing his hand upon the Time Lord’s shoulder.  The crackle of light flung the Ancient across the room, where he was then instantly engulfed by a sandstorm.

                ‘You,’ The Doctor narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. ‘You were in my TARDIS!’

Jidai Sakugo appeared while Jake and Adama began their defence.  Preoccupied with their intruder, they failed acknowledging the ancient symbol appearing over The Doctor.  Jake was about to initiate the first attack against Jidai, when he was interrupted by multicoloured strands of ribbons.  Ensnared by their force, Jake became frozen within a dimensional cube.

                The Doctor instantly felt Adama’s enchantment purged from his body, while Adama accusingly stared at Jidai.

                ‘Paradoxical Fangarian,’ he bitterly growled. ‘You dare interfere with things you know nothing about!’

                ‘Spare me,’ Jidai sighed, pushing back his shades. ‘All I did was neutralise your little Ancient associate. Which is fortunate.’ He inspected Cillian, now transformed into a living statue. ‘Ojiisan originally wanted him ChronoShattered. Apparently Cillian has also been making trouble for the Faction Paradox.’ He turned towards The Doctor. ‘But as you know, I dislike getting my hands dirty. Especially within someone else’s residence. Are you all right, Doctor?’

                ‘Fine.’ The Doctor breathed. ‘But you shouldn’t have come alone.’

                ‘Affirmative,’ Adama’s eyes blazed, claws ready at fore. ‘Though I stated we were leaving on our own accord, I never stated I’d not defend myself.’

                As the Cipherian lunged towards Jidai, right before impact, there came swift movements, sending Adama back upon the TARDIS floor.

                ‘Who exactly said Jidai came alone?’ Dustin stood in defensive mode. ‘I suspected you weren’t going quietly into the night. So I had Jidai here serve as backup. Now then.’  He aimed his arm at the module, unleashing an energy bolt upon it.  Demolecularising the offending component, he also freed the TARDIS from Adama’s control. ‘Seems I’ve arrived in the nick-of-time again.’

                Dazed, Adama slowly got up from the floor. ‘Fandraeli! You’ve no…’

                Dustin telepathically ensnared Adama within a similar force field, placing him next to Jake.  Except the Cipherian was still conscious of his surroundings. ‘Actually, Adama, I’ve every right being here. Not only have you attempted breaking out of prison, you,’ he gestured to the petrified Ancient. ‘And Cillian also forced The Doctor into a kidnapping scheme.’

                ‘You’ve made a tactical error, Fandraelian,’ Adama retorted. ‘As with Jidai, did you conceive I’d come alone?’

                ‘Oh?’ Dustin held up a sphere he produced from his pocket. Within the orb was an enormous craft suspended in space. ‘You mean your Armada? Immediately took care of that when Fanstar contacted me about your other friend over there. Ayrian might be efficient, but he’s not too keen on stealth, is he?’

               

The Doctor recalled Dustin had taken upon himself in carrying out the Tribunal’s sentence.  Using his Paranormal abilities, Dustin had transferred the TARDIS into another dimension. A Parallel Universe, to be exact.  There, the Fandraelian had located another Earth.

                One containing minimum technology, a low socio-political index and Wolf-Beings originated here instead of Gallifrey.

                Dustin wasted no time locating a proper spot for transferring them to this alternate Earth.

                ‘Yes,’ Jidai remembered assisting the Fandraelian upon the mission. ‘I also made certain Cillian no longer could implement his powers.’ He watched himself performing the mystic symbol over the Ancient’s forehead. ‘By sealing away his powers, if memory serves.’

                Just as The Doctor now knew what had transpired, there came a bright explosion of light.

Blinking, The Doctor had found himself back within the TARDIS.  Noticing the dark, sonic screwdriver next to him upon the floor, he gingerly took it.  Sitting up, he inspected the curious device for several minutes.  Memories now coming in clear, the Time Lord sprang up from his spot. 

                Angrily operating the controls, he promptly set a course for Baytown, Texas, Earth.

                ‘You’ve a lot to answer for, Dustin Drinkard!’ he venomously hissed.

The police box wasted no time speeding across the Cosmos towards its destination.