Doctor Who: Renegades. (S/NA/IC/PG13)

[ListenToLife]

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[spoiler=Overlord's starting scene]"Wooooopppppp..." Went the TARDIS, aching as she struggled to gather pace in the Time Rotor. Coughing and spluttering, the lights flickered in the control room until she stalled again. Wandering, who was working under his section of the main console, began to cough and sputter himself from the bellows of smoke that arose from there. He wormed his way out, puffing away the smoke away with his lips; his face absolutely covered in soot. He had two old-fashioned air valves in his left hand, while his right hand had a pair of orange pliers; both also covered in soot. He laid the items to the side of him so he could remove a pair of goggles that had impaired his vision when the TARDIS blew up in his face. Frustrated, he turned his head to the side and moved his left wrist to his face, talking into the matrix band he had on.

"Prophet, did you drop one of the Thermo-couplings?" Wandering sarcastically commented.

Prophet did not reply. Wandering thought he was busy, down in the maintenance decks. He got up from the floor and jogged his way to one of the hexagon-shaped doorways that surrounded the control room, lightly jogging to the nearest bathroom to clear himself up. On the way, he pondered if the TARDIS would ever fly in her state, let alone attempting to fly out of the Time Lock though a hole in reality that could tear them apart like paper. However, Wandering had to think positive; he knew it would be a hell load of fun to find out.[/spoiler]
[s][spoiler=Mine/DaWeirdGuy's starting scene]N/A Creative juices be blocked for the moment it seems.[/spoiler][/s]

Go.

[AkatsukiPride!]

The Jester stopped his inspection of his console as the lights flickered, and looked over at a busy Wandering trying to fix up a part of his console. Smoke billowed up from where he was working. Some of the smoke crawled over to the Jester where he was working, and he waved it off. "Ack!" he cried, coughing up soot. He overheard the Wandering talking into his matrix band, but ignored it and went back to inspecting the pilot's controls. "Buford, Jeffrey, Edward, Juno, and Jorge," he said, naming of different controls. "And with that, you're all working fine." He fiddled with some of the levers to make sure they were oiled well.

He glanced down at the device he had plugged into the TARDIS. His Quantum-Manipulation Device was recharging. He only used it a tiny bit, but almost all of its power had been drained. "Bloody powerful thing," he mumbled. He looked around, realizing he was the only one in the main room. The Wandering was using the loo, and the Prophet was down in the maintenance deck. He looked around again, fairly creeped out.

The TARDIS's main room was so big and ominous when it was empty. He couldn't think about what it would be like to be doing this alone. He was glad that there was a full six-Timelord gang doing this. Speaking of this, three of them were yet to arrive. He looked around again, making sure no one was there. "You may be a broken mess," the Jester said to himself, "but you are still one beautiful machine. I hope the Schism doesn't tare you to tiny little pieces." He laughed and went back to checking over the controls.

[Thranduil]

Cipher was sitting in his study. It was getting late and close to dinner, but he was not hungry. Food was a distraction, he had other things on his mind. Looking over at the two guards standing watch he noticed everything he needed to escape. Cipher began to tap his finger on the desk in sets of four, reminding him of the relaxing sound of the heartbeats of a Time Lord.

It did not take long for one of the guards to get annoyed by this. "Hey, quit with the tapping noise, it is getting on my nerves."

Exactly as he had expected, Cipher began to tap his fingers louder, as though he had not heard the guard.

The guard was getting frustrated, he waked over to Cipher and grabbed his shoulder. "I told you to-" His sentence was cut off as Cipher's fist collided with his stomach. In his mind Cipher was running over the plan one more time.

[i][color=#008080]Immobilize the first guard, in an attempt to save his friend the second guard will come over to help. Disorient by throwing papers into the air, distraction time three seconds. Pull out first guards gun and shoot second guard, flip gun over and strike the back of the first guard's head. Knock out time three minutes, second guard will attempt to reach for gun with opposite arm. Shoot in second guard's hand, time for physical recovery nine days, time for full psychological recovery, nine months.[/color][/i]

Cipher's plan went off without a misstep. When he was done the two guards were moaning on the ground. Cipher stepped over their bodies and walked out of the study. Stepping out of the stuffy room for the first time in months was refreshing.[color=#008080] "Now then which way to my TARDIS?"[/color] Cipher walked out of the mansion and started heading towards the military bunker. However before he got a thousand feet from his family home he stopped. He did a quick pivot on his feet and turned towards the junk yard. [color=#008080]"Forgive me Beautiful but I have no chance to save you. I will need to find another TARDIS."[/color]

[Gojira/Godzilla]

[font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Shade Opened the TARDIS door and walked in. As soon as he locked the door after entering the TARDIS, he started coughing as the remaining smoke from Wandering’s Repairs reached him, [b][color=#B22222]“How’s this old relic doing?” [/color][/b]he asked in a quiet voice, there was no answer, all he could hear was the sound of the Time rotor struggling. Walking towards the medic console, Shade Noticed the Jester, and thought [b][color=#B22222]“He looks slightly unusual, this trip might actually be-“[/color][/b] Because he was thinking to himself, he didn’t notice the step that leads to the main console, and almost tripped, he thought to himself, [b][color=#B22222]“How could I not remember that there is a step?”[/color][/b][/font]

[font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]After getting to his console, he decided to calibrate the systems, he plugged his Chrono-bracer into the console and entered a 6 digit code, all but one of the screens started glowing a bright green, Shade poked the centre of the last screen with his index finger, and it began booting up. Opening a pocket on his coat, he pulled out a pin, and pricked his finger, causing a drop of blood to fall onto a pad on the console, his Chrono-bracer beeped twice, telling him that the Medic Console had now been put into an isomorphic lock, meaning that it would only work for him. Unplugging the Chrono-bracer, he started smiling to himself; Shade undid the buttons on his coat and checked if his sword was still in the scabbard hanging from his waist. After checking, he re-fastened the buttons to prevent anyone from seeing the sword. Then he went to sit down on one of the chairs in the control room.[/font]

[AkatsukiPride!]

The Jester looked up from his console with one eye when Shade walked in. Shade seemed to be inspecting him, looking him over, and didn't realize he was walking up to a step. Shade tripped, and the Jester giggled a bit. It wasn't nice to laugh at people, but the Jester did it good-heatedly. He wasn't making fun of Shade, it was just that it amused him he forgot about the step. He turned back to is console and did a final nervous check of the controls.

No one was as nervous as him. He actually had to fly this heap of junk, though be it extremely wonderful junk, through a hole in reality. If he screwed up, everyone on board died horribly. No pressure. He looked at the last lever he had to inspect--Jeff, the accelerator--and was finally done. "Note to self," he said, a little louder than he wanted too, "Jeff needs to be oiled." He pulled at the lever, and it didn't move much. He looked over at the Jester. "Top a' the mornin'," he said, his more Irish-sounding side coming out. "Are ya ready for this?" he asked. He noticed Shade checking his buttons, so he did the same. His vest [i]was [/i]a bit loose.

[◇ Void ◇]

Wandering had jogged passed the main bedrooms that the TARDIS had built, passed the library/swimming pool combo and to the master bathroom. He pushed though the two doors, opening to a large hall that was filled with mossy waterfalls and copper pipes that circulated gallons of warm water into a rocky pool. Wandering knelt by the edge of it, removing his jacket and laying it beside the waters edge. Taking a gasp of air, he lunged his head first into the water. The soot on his face began to wash away as the currents swept passed his delicate face. Moments later his spine recoiled, sending his head back out of the water. Wandering took a quick gasp of crisp air before he rubbed off any remaining soot from his face, along with brushing his hair aside so it did not get into his eyes.

Getting up, one knee at a time, Wandering reached for a nearby towel rack to dry himself with. He scrubbed the cotton towel into his hair, drying it with swift motion. Above the rack was a simple mirror, which showed Wandering his hair. Annoyingly, his hair had gone very curly. Frowning, he began to try to straighten it. [color=#000080][b]"By the Angels, I do hate this!" [/b][/color]he shouted to himself in frustration. It had began to straighten, but since it was damp, the ends would curl inwards slightly. Wandering gave up after several minutes of fiddling, grabbing his jacket as he left the bathroom and back to the main control room.

[TotalObelisk]

At the moment Scribe was sitting on the bed in her room with an open book on her lap, one of the many she'd saved from the library before she'd made her exit from the academy. Pretty much as soon as she'd entered the TARDIS she'd gone straight to her room to unpack her things and try and get used to what would become her new, possibly permenant, home. The room was a lot smaller than her one at the academy and much less grand but it was somewhat comfortable at the very least, Scribe never really minded how anything looked so long as it got the job done in a decent manner.

She looked up from her reading when she heard a distant noise coming from the control room, fixing her reading glasses as she did so. Putting the book aside she got to her feet and opened her bedroom door, leaning out into the corridor to see what was going on. She hoped they hadn't broken the ship already, they where already in deep enough sh*t as it was without having to pilot a broken down TARDIS, and she was supposed to navigate this thing.

She heaved a sigh and rubbed the bridge of her nose as it began to grow slightly itchy from her glasses. She took them off and wandered down to the control room to see what was up. On the way she noticed one of the other Time Lords, Wandering she remembered, she hadn't really taken much time to memorize all their names yet, going in the same direction.

[b]"Er, hello,"[/b] she said somewhat quietly in an attempt to grab his attention [b]"Is... is everything alright?"[/b]

[Thranduil]

Cipher was wandering about the junkyard looking for parts. He could build a new TARDIS but he would still need a usable Vortex Core to run it. As he crested a hill of trash he saw it, a TARDIS in, almost, perfect condition. To make things better the windows were illuminated with a pale light, which meant that it was alive and working, to a degree.

[color=#008080]"Well it appears it is my lucky day."[/color] Cipher walked up to the TARDIS. Just before entering he noticed the trash around the TARDIS had be moved from foot traffic. [color=#008080]"Hmm well let's see who else has been here."[/color] Cipher whispered to himself. Cipher opened the door to the TARDIS and stepped inside.

Looking around he was impressed with what he saw. [color=#008080]"This is quite a retro design for such an advanced piece of living technology."[/color] Cipher spoke to the two Time Lords. [color=#008080]"So where are the other three? On top of that why in the name of all things beautiful why do you have a sword?" [/color]Cipher stated pointing to the Time Lord with red hair.

[◇ Void ◇]

Wandering heard a soft voice from behind him, making him freeze up slightly from a small scare, turning around to face scribe. His expression became more composed and calm as he did, keeping his emotions locked away in the presence of the Time Lady. "Oh, Scribe. I didn't see you." Wandering got distracted by his hair again, with one bang in front of his face brushing against the side of this eye. He waved it to one side before continuing. [b]"Is everything ok? Well, the Time Rotor keeps blowing up in my face whenever I attempt to re-align it, something is interfering with my Matrix Band and my hair keeps curling up whenever it gets wet." [/b]Wandering sighed in the middle before continuing with a cheerier tone; [b]"But, other then that, everything's fine."[/b] Wandering needed to get back to work, so he turned away from Scribe.

Wandering took another step towards the control room before a thought popped into his head. He turned back to Scribe; [b]"Scribe, could you do me a favor for me? Could you go down to the maintenance decks, near the Engine Room, and go check on Prophet? I need to know if I can begin linking the controls from my end." [/b]He asked, politely.

[Gojira/Godzilla]

Getting up from the chair, Shade reluctantly answered Cipher's Question [b][color=#B22222]"If you must know, It was a birthday present, and I take it with me wherever I go."[/color][/b]
While saying this, he made his way towards the staircase, and started looking for his room, after a few minutes of searching, he found his room, after closing the door, he took off his coat and unfastened the scabbard from his belt, Looking for somewhere safe to put it, he thought to himself [b][color=#B22222]"I'm glad that we're leaving soon, because I don't want to be anywhere near Gallifrey when the Time war ends."[/color][/b]

After searching the room, and not finding a safe place to put his sword, he decided to keep it with him. He left his room and, Trying not to get lost, made his way back to the control room. On his way back to the Control room, he heard Wandering talking to Scribe.

[ListenToLife]

"Well, if I just insert this....err....here. That should link this up here.....aaaaaand....." BANG

A large cloud of smoke erupted from one of the small metal boxes that lay on the ground. A total of 7 were there, their uses an enigma. They were situated in a circle around the Prophet - a slightly tall, mousy blond man - who was sat, cross legged on the floor, holding a 8th box, which he had just linked up 2 wires to. "I guess 7'll have to do." He muttered, tossing that box behind him; forgetting to remove the wires he had inserted into it. As such, he ended up tripping, falling face first onto the grated floor of the maintenance decks.

He stood up, rubbing his now red nose, and moved all the metal boxes out of the way with his foot, practically kicking them under the walls of machinery that surrounded him; all linked together and powered up. He then started to move along the hall slowly, pushing buttons and flicking switches on pretty much all of the machines he passed, occasionally having to resort to using his feet and teeth when the walls became too cluttered.

As he was walking, he ended up with another clumsy accident. Perhaps a little more serious. Being a few inches too tall for the current maintenance deck, he often forgot to duck underneath some items; most commonly some rather important features. "The thermo-couplings!" He cried as he fell - backwards this time - the thick metal tubes falling on top of him. He managed to roll out of the way before they fried him, but another plume of smoke started to erupt from them, and he heard the Tardis engine stalling again.
"What did I tell him about starting her up? Wait until I finish. I told him that. I definitely did." Prophet muttered, shaking his head as he picked up the Couplings and collected them in his arms. He then started to arrange them into their appropriate positions when Wandering called down, asking jokingly about the Thermo-couplings. Being busy and now having one situated in his mouth so as to move the others around, he was in no position to reply, and instead merely rolling his eyes at Wandering's comments and continuing his work.

He finished soon after people started to arrive, and started to work on other things instead. Sure, talking to people was fun, and could be interesting; but here he was in his element. The whirring of machinery, this was his life. So while everyone was talking and getting aquainted, he was arranging the defense shields, calibrating the main controls, organising the atmospheric shell of the Tardis with the perfect collection of gases and the pressure and such and more.

But how to get through the Untempered Schism? It was unheard of; not even Rassilon himself could touch the Untempered Schism without getting harmed, let alone fly through it. What were they to do? After have sorted out all he could in this ancient soul, changed all it would allow him to change, he walked towards the stairs up to the Engine room and sat down on the lowest one, placing his head in his hands. Not that he was stressed or depressed or anything; he just needed to think. Needed to be able to see that stream of coding and that knowledge of engineering that flowed in his sights every time he closed his eyes. He needed to focus on that, so as to think of what he could possibly do.

Opening his eyes, he realised that he hadn't even properly linked up the controls; instead merely organising what they affected. Sighing, he slowly pushed himself off the stairs and walked towards a group of 5 thin, floppy disc-like cuboids, and collected them in a single hand, and began to move towards the stairs. "Probably should've been the first thing to do." He said to himself, kicking the last machine on the wall with his left foot, before jogging up the stairs. He took a quick look over the engine room and flicked a few, seemingly useless switches before being satisfied, and started moving again, nearly bumping into Scribe as he emerged onto the control deck.

"Oh, sorry Scribe!" He apologized, hopping carefully around her so as to not drop the machines in his hand. "I'm not really focussed. A bit moment at the busy...I mean busy at the moment." He chuckled, grinning. He proceeded to place one of the metal things in each of the consoles, missing out his own. As he pressed each in, that specific console seemed to gain new life, a pale, blue glow seeming to burst from the consoles.

"She'll fly now; just." Prophet muttered, patting his dirtied hands together as if they'd remove the stains from them. He then ran his right hand through his hair, filling the blond hair with grime. "I dont know about Schism though. I dont know what we'll need for that." He added, worryingly. "Shields are at full capacity and everythings fully functional...well, everythings functional, sort of. But this is only a scouting Tardis, and a Type 50 at that. And they were never a good batch; slow, old and you'd never get anyway with editing." He complained, lightly kicking his own console.

He shrugged and turned to Wandering. "But we're ready for flight, and whenever you'd like to go, we can leave."

[TotalObelisk]

Scribe hadn't noticed Wandering's wet hair until he pointed it out though she hardly considered it as serious a problem as everything else, she kept her mouth shut nonetheless and simply nodded slightly in response when he asked her to check on Prophet.

[b]"Sure,"[/b] she said, turning about and walked down the corridor, passing Shade on the way.

The TARDIS was extensively large inside but Scribe had a decent sense of direction and knew where she was going. As she went along Prophet suddenly emerged in front of her, taking her by surprise as he almost knocked her over, delivering a quick apology as he did so.

[b]"It... it's okay, don't worry,"[/b] she replied, following him back to the console room [b]"Wandering just asked me to ask you if you were finished so he can begin linking the controls from his end."[/b]

As they arrived back at the console room she noticed two others already there, one of them currently working at his own console. Scribe could not remember either of their names but she expected she'd be able to remember them sooner or later once they got to know each other better. She stood to one side as the others did their thing, her own expertise didn't require much tinkering, just being able to read a bunch of stuff and itentify things.

[AkatsukiPride!]

The Jester could feel the tension between Shade and Cipher. He could easily see that those two weren't going to get along. He shook his head. [b]"It's a shame,"[/b] he thought aloud. [b]"I was hoping everyone on board would be good friends."[/b] He stared at Cipher with one eye and followed Shade back to his room with the other. Not long after that, the Wandering came back into the room, followed fairly closely by the Scribe and the Prophet. The Prophet was talking with the Wandering about getting ready to fly, and the Jester cracked his knuckles. [b]"Well, I'm ready to fly this ol' thing through a violent hole in reality that almost blew my mind up," [/b]he said, [b]"and I'm fairly excited." [/b]He laughed.

Looking over at his Quantum Manipulation Device, he suddenly had an idea. A dangerous, crazy, beautiful idea. It could kill everyone, or help them make it through the Schism safely. He picked it up and held it in the air for the others to see. [b]"Ya see this?" [/b]he asked. [b]"This is a Quantum Manipulation Device. Usually, it allows the wearer to Quantum-Lock themselves, like a Weeping Angel. I expect you've all heard of them" [/b]He placed the device down.

[b]​"I think it might be out ticket to safety. I have an insane idea. When someone-- or something-- is quantum locked, its almost totally invincible. I don't know if that covers tears in the universe, though." [/b]He grinned a crazy grin. [b]"But I think it's worth a shot. For those that don't understand what I'm gettin' at, I think if we plugged this into the TARDIS and Q-Locked it, we [i]might[/i] be able to make it through the Schism safely. Or die a horrible death. They're still better odds than flying through it undefended." [/b]He looked around the room at the other Timelords. They probably though he was mad.

They were right.

[◇ Void ◇]

Wandering heard out both Jester and Prophet as they had convened to him about the TARDIS's ability to fly though the Untempered Schism. He pondered for a moment, taking in what they said, before coming up with some feedback;

[b]"Well, firstly we still need to re-align the Time Rotor, or the Heart of the TARDIS is going to rip though the control room once we enter the Schism. Hopefully with those therm-couplings now in the engine, I won't get centuries-old soot from the bowels of the engines blowing up from the lower decks and into my face." [/b]He told Prophet, before turning to Jester.

[b]"As for this Quantum Lock thing, I can see a big flaw in it; and I mean a BIG one." [/b] He emphases on the big, gesturing with his arms a large shape to represent this bigness.

[b]"The inside and outside of the TARDIS are in two separate dimensions, both with different quantum mechanics. You attempt to lock one, the other one is going to be unprotected. If we lock the shell, the outside if you will, then the interior will take the full blow of the schism. The ship will shake herself to bits. However, if we lock up the inside, we'll be unable to pilot her and so the shell will be ripped apart, along with us."[/b] He explained, taking a deep gasp of air as he finished.

[b]"Or, that is what I think is going to happen. Not sure, really." [/b]He added as he turned away from his comrades.

Walking back to the control room, he knelt down by his control panel and re-slid himself under it, where much of the circuits, pumps and wires had been stripped out or moved around to allow Wandering to get to the central pillar that was the Time Rotor. It was slight skewed to the right, scratching on other components and exposing the engine's output to the central console.

[b]"Prophet, you mind helping here?"[/b] He muffled under the console.

[ListenToLife]

Prophet was still pondering how on earth they were to get through the raw schism without being disintegrated into less than nothing, when Jester decided to pipe up. Now, as an expert on the maintenance and creation of Tardises, compared to pretty much anyone, he expected on of two things. A ridiculously impossible feat that they would be unable to do, or a useless idea that wouldn't affect anything. The actual response was quite impressive, and though difficult, was not impossible.

He was about outline the flaws, but Wandering seemed to be ahead of him. The alternate dimensions thing was tricky thing to get around, but maybe....
Perhaps. He had an idea at any rate, but so did Wandering. And there were still a couple of chores to do, it seemed. Like the time rotor, which still had to be aligned. Not exactly a difficult task though; could be done in a few moments if Prophet so chose to. But how they were going to get through the Schism was more important at the moment; a Tardis was useless if you had nowhere to go.

Prophet walked up to Wandering's console and leant his left arm against one of the blank sections, staring down at Wandering's feet as he attempted to connect the Time Rotor and align it. "You should really just leave me to deal with that." Prophet said, moving around to his own panel, where he flicked a few switchs nonchalantly, resulting in a low humming resonating throughout the Tardis, and a couple of lights flickering on; albeit weakly. [i]Well; we got power.[/i] He thought to himself, staring around the machine. [i]But not much. I'd better help him with the time rotor if we're to get enough to break through.[/i]

Prophet shrugged and moved back to Wandering's panel, kneeling down so as to look underneath; sighing at the unkempt sets of wires and the stripped panelling. "You really should've let me deal with it." He muttered, shaking his head. "Anyway, your Idea?"

[Gojira/Godzilla]

Shade was listening to the discussions in the control room from a balcony, when he heard Jester’s Idea, he thought[b][color=#B22222] “That’s suicide, Even if we could do that-” [/color][/b]He was cut off mid thought by Wandering telling Jester about the shell and interior of the TARDIS being two separate Dimensions. He thought to himself for a moment, and then spoke up, [color=#B22222][b]“Maybe if we were to find a strong enough power source, we could use it to increase the power of the TARDIS shields and we might be able to make it through relatively unharmed.”[/b][/color]

He walked down the stairs to his left, and jumped the last few steps, Landing on his feet, he felt quite uneasy knowing that his idea might result in everyone in the TARDIS being erased from existence, or worse. Speaking again he added [color=#B22222][b]“The only problem is finding a strong enough power source, that won’t disable the TARDIS.” [/b][/color]As he made his way towards his console, he noticed that everyone else was staring at him, [b][color=#B22222]“What’s everyone looking at?” [/color][/b]he asked himself.

[Thranduil]

Cipher had heard enough, walking up to the archives console he pulled the Lapis Lazuli stone out of his pocket. [color=#008080]"We might be able to harness enough energy from this." [/color]He said holding the stone up to the light. [color=#008080]"When I went traveling I gathered a few trinkets along the way, this is one of them. Nothing really powerful on it's own but it does have a limitless supply of energy from the time fissure. If we could harness it safely then we could easily break the time lock around the TARDIS and safely pilot it through the Untempered Schism.[/color]" Cipher whispered a word to the stone and within the blink of an eye thousands of digital data files sprung up on three dimensional screens. [color=#008080]"Give me a moment..."[/color] Cipher paused as he quickly searched through the jumbled mess of data. [color=#008080]"TARDIS, could you be a dear and play Dvorak's New World Symphony Op. 95 - 'From the New World' in E minor? Thank you."[/color] A few seconds later music began to fill the entire TARDIS. As the music played Cipher began to move faster, he was in a form of a trance, the only thing on his mind was success. [color=#008080]"Ah here we go, can anyone here make a powerful psychic connection to the Time Matrix that is powering the TARDIS?"[/color]

[ListenToLife]

Prophet sighed and ignored Wandering for the time being, returning to a standing up position so as to hear and absorb the ideas of the others, processing the possibilities regarding the engineering needed. He sighed again and moved to his own console, leaning his head backwards so as to look up at the ceiling of the console room, and merely listening as the others chatted amongst themselves, Shade approaching and Cipher attempting to impliment his newly thought of idea.

"The Tardis psychic matrix doesn't power the Tardis, every Tardis takes its power mostly from the Time Vortex itself." Prophet pointed out, lowering his head so as to stare at Cipher, ignoring the starting of the music as he thought over the idea. "And considering the Schism is basically the raw power of the time vortex, no-one can 'safely pilot through it'. Normally, it's a suicide mission to even consider it." Prophet explained, turning himself away from Cipher and flicking one of his own switches, turning the volume of the music down, so that it was barely audible except as a low hum in the back ground.

"However, establishing a secondary power source could benifit us with the Quantum lock. Provided such a power source could continue to sustain such energy within the quantum lock, we could use it to set up a pan-dimensional interference mechanism, allowing us to create a paradoxical link between the core of the Tardis and its outer shell." Prophet paused for a moment, turning to face his console, activating one of the leftmost screens on it. "Creating a link to the Psychic Matrix could then provide us with a way to exit the quantum lock, meaning we would be more than a lump of rock floating in space. The only issue I can see is that we'd have no control of where - or when - we'd end up." He shrugged and turned back to the rest of them, waiting for ideas on what to do, or whether it was a good Idea.

[AkatsukiPride!]

The Jester saddened a bit when the Wandering pointed out the flaws in his plan. However, it didn't wear down his perpetual smile. He simply turned away and looked back at his console and listened to the others' ideas. Cipher's confidence made him laugh a bit; he clearly had no idea how powerful the Schism really was. To [i]safely [/i]pilot through it would be impossible. They were just trying to think of a way to do it without dying or being completely wiped from history altogether.

When the Prophet brought back up the Quantum-Lock idea, the Jester beamed. [b]"That's actually a brilliant idea, Prophet," [/b]he said. [b]The Quantum-Manipulation Device already works on a physic level. We might be able to tie it's psychic system into the TARDIS psychic mainframe. And if we create some pan-dimensional link like you suggested, we could probably leave ourselves out of the lock to disable it when we're done. If we actually manage to hook the Device up to the TARDIS's psychic system." [/b]He balled his fists and placed them at the small of his back, standing in his preferred position that made it appear he was cracking his back. [b]"As for the time and space placement problem, that's almost unavoidable. We just have to hope we don't end up somewhere horrible." [/b]He yawned and scratched his back. He looked around the room one more time, looking over his fellow Timelords. [i]We are a strange bunch, [/i]he thought to himself. [b]"Oh yes!" [/b]he said out of nowhere. [b]"Does anyone have some oil? I need to loosen up one of my levers." [/b]

[◇ Void ◇]

Wandering had both of his hands on the glass Time Rotor, attempting to shove it back into place without getting tanging in the wiring again. He ignored Prophet's comment on the state of his control panel, opting to continue with fixing the TARDIS. The glass cylinder shook from left to right as Wandering jiggled it. Eventually, it slotted itself into place with a large clunk. The sound of flowing gas and mechanical movement began to echo though the innards of the console as the Time Rotor pressurized itself.

[b]"Finally. Bloody, blasted, stupid thing been playing up for days..."[/b] Wandering mumbled under the console, glad that the TARDIS had not blown ancient dust into his face again.

The next job was reassembling the console's innards that he had to strip out. He began picking the various valves, circuits and pipes that he had removed, glaring at them in the pale yellow glow of the console's lighting before he put them back into the underside of the temporal navigation panel. With each part inserted, the console began to flicker back into life. The tablet screen began to type in gallifreyian, reporting as each system came back online. Engrossed with the work, and the sound of Dvorak's New World Symphony Op. 95 in the background, he missed much of the conversation among the others. As Wandering plugged in a pentagon shaped circuit board into the back of the central column, the neon tube spiral within the Time Rotor began to spin. The grand orb that hovered the rotor, which contained the Heart of the TARDIS, began to light up though it's glass orbs and circular patterns.

Wandering thought that the TARDIS was almost ready for flight, but still had to put in the remaining parts into his console, then help with finding a way though the Untempered Schism.

[Thranduil]

Cipher listened to what Prophet had to say however he still disagreed. [color=#008080]"I understand your trepidation however it is possible to 'safely' pilot through the Untempered Schism, but that is besides the point. Looking it over, harnessing some of the power of the time fissure should not be too much of a problem. I can simply create a psychic link between my stone and the TARDIS, however I would need temporary access to all of the TARDIS systems to run it properly, that means that you would need to temporarily remove your isomorphic lock that you placed on the medical station."[/color] Cipher looked right at Shade.

[color=#008080]"Don't worry, you can have the isomorphic lock again as soon as I am done. I just don't want to try and run my Psychic link through everyone who has a psychic connection with the TARDIS. That would be very exhausting, and possibly fatal. TARDIS, please play the song For The King by Adrian Von Ziegler. Thank you." [/color]The TARDIS began to sofly play the Celtic styled music. Sitting down in a chair Cipher waited for a response to see what people thought of his idea.

[ListenToLife]

"Not safely." Prophet responded; again pressing a lever to turn the volume of the song down to a minimum. "Not even a Type 90 or higher could pilot through the schism safely. And we've only got this hunk o' junk, the type 50. It's hard to even assume she'll fly after this long." Prophet placed his hand on the cold glass cylinder holding the time rotor, watching the spiralling rotor pulsate slightly, oscillating up and down slowly.

"A link to the Psychic Network limited to you and you alone would also be impossible." Prophet stated, though he didn't mean in a technical sense. "Personally, I dont exactly trust you with full control over the Tardis Psychic Matrix; and I just finished the Calibration of the Psychic Network to each of us - mainly me - not long ago, and removing that for you would mean I'd have to re-calibrate it all over again." He sighed and turned his head to face Cipher, his expression one of exasperation, unusual for such a carefree person.

"The stone would be useful as a secondary source of power, and such a power source would enable the pan-dimensional link to be sustained. Because it's already a stone, it wouldn't be affected by the Quantum Lock, meaning it would be able to continue providing a constant power stream to the Quantum-Manipulator." Prophet explained, pressing a button on his console. From underneath his console came a small tray, able to fit a stone such as the Lapis Lazuli Cipher owned easily. Prophet motioned for Cipher to place the stone in, before moving away from the console and sitting on one of the steps leading down to the main console.

"Either way, we've got no control over where we materialize, so we're quite likely to appear inside something like a Quasar or a Black Hole and die anyway." Prophet muttered on a melancholic note, at least a little confident that they could traverse the Schism now. "Wandering, your opinion?"

[Gojira/Godzilla]

[color=#B22222][b]“Fine, for now,”[/b][/color] Shade replied to Cipher, [color=#B22222][b]“Disabling Isomorphic lock now.”[/b][/color] After a few seconds, Shade commented[color=#B22222], [b]“The Isomorphic lock is off.”[/b][/color] As he said this, the eight screens on his console glowed yellow, then returned to their usual green colour. [b][color=#B22222]“You know, even if we make it through the Schism alive, there is a chance that the TARDIS might die on us if we land without disabling the Q-lock.” [/color][/b]Shade pointed out. While saying this, he looked at his Wrist, remembering his Chrono-Bracer’s 'Time Anchor' system.
[color=#B22222][b]“Prophet, we could have limited control of where or when we land, because if we were to input the TARDIS base code into my Chrono-Bracer, we could choose a Date or a Location, and we might be able to use its ‘Time Anchor’ to guide the TARDIS towards the selected destination.”[/b][/color] As he said this, a small grin grew across his face. “[b][color=#B22222]The only problem is, it would take a few hours to calibrate the ‘Time Anchor’, because it is designed to transport one person at a time, so it would need another source of energy, to prevent it from burning out.” [/color][/b]he paused, pulling the White Point Star out of the hilt of his sword,[color=#B22222][b] “Such as this,” [/b][/color]Holding up the small, clear gem, and placing it in his Chrono-Bracer. [color=#B22222][b]"So, does anyone have anything to say about my idea?"[/b][/color]

[TotalObelisk]

Scribe stood to the side as the rest began to discuss various ways of getting their outdated TARDIS through the schism succesfully and while she was able to follow the conversation she didn't feel like piping in as her expertiese lay in other places. She had to admit she was steadily losing confidence the longer the conversation went on, and given the current state of the TARDIS it was only barely working and they had to fly it through the schism, something that even a skilled pilot in the most high tech machine possible wouldn't do willingly.

She found herself wandering over behind Cipher and glancing up at the myriad of data from the odd stone device of his as he began to sort through it, skim reading a lot of it herself. She found herself frowning slightly when Prophet mentioned that they had absolutely no control over where they could possibly land, making her feel even more useless than before as her entire job was navigating, admitedly given an infinite universe and infinite time the chances of them landing in a fatal situation was astronomical but the chance was still there, it reminded Scribe of a human myth known as the Law of Murphy or something along those lines, the idea that if something can go wrong, it will go wrong.

[AkatsukiPride!]

The Jester nodded happily, listening to every idea that came in. Cipher still seemed a bit pigheaded, but that stone of his would be quite useful. The Manipulation Device ran off raw time energy, so it took a lot to power it. The Jester hit a switch that turned up Cipher's music a bit around his console. He actually enjoyed the Celtic style of the song. When Shade brought up his Time Anchor, the Jester absolutely beamed. [b]"That could be useful," [/b]he said, [b]"[/b][b]but sort of difficult as well." [/b]He scratched his chin for a bit. [b]"We could use whatever we have, though. Its still a better chance than just blasting through the Schism with no protection." [/b]He looked across the room at the only woman in their group, the Scribe. She was the navigator, was she not? She might be able to set this Time Anchor to a good point in space and time or manipulate it easier than Cipher.

The Scribe seemed quite shy. Most of the group seemed to be sort of extroverts, but she wasn't. Even in the time setting up for their departure, those months of preparation, he had never talked to her. Witch was sad, because she must have been a very nice person. Her navigation console was next to his pilot's console, so he'd probably be talking to her a bit more now, and a pilot and a navigator would have to work together a lot. He smiled at the though. She seemed very nice.

He looked back to his console and grabbed at the acceleration lever. Still wasn't moving. [b]"I'm going to my room to get some oil. The acceleration lever still isn't moving." [/b]He turned from the group and walked down the hall to his room, whistling all the way there.