What I Did On My Spring Break...

Been a while since I made an entry, eh? Well, been a lot of stuff happening.


I suppose it all started with the Dalek I mentioned last time. It ambushed me during a takeoff in Caledon, popped right into the 85 behind me... It identified itself as Serrao, and demanded I take it to the coordinates of a Dalek signal it had detected. Naturally, I had no intention of doing so, and managed to activate the temporal grace defenses before it could open fire. Then I disabled the external shields and opened the doors, blowing it out into the vortex...along with myself, almost.



Strange thing is, that judging by its casing, it came from somewhere pre-time war. I've never seen a Dalek like that in SL space, at least the ones that were a threat a while back all seemed to be time-war varient Daleks. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it...and I really need to note that one of the worst things you can do is toss a Dalek into the vortex. Their casings allow them to survive what would normally kill other species, so all I did was cause Serrao to end up in some random location in some random time period, and that's assuming it didn't have any time travel technology built in...


Well, like I said, that wasn't the end of it. A couple weeks later I was exploring a planet named Splintered Rock. Nice place, lots of sand (Second note: Never again use a fan powered hover vehicle on a desert planet). Anyway, I was there because I received a tip that something strange was going on out in the deep desert. It turns out, Serrao had ended up here and had gotten the equipment together to go play in the sand...and unearth a crashed Dalek warship. Of course, I didn't know it was Serrao at the time, or even what was going on, really. But I kind of got a big hint when I saw a saucer rising out of the dunes...



I knew I had to stop that ship before it reached any of the settlements, or made an attempt to escape. Unfortunately, the downside to a Type 85 TTC is that is was designed for exploration, thus very little in the way of offensive systems, and I didn't really have anything on hand capable of taking down a Dalek ship...so I improvised. I blew full steam back to the spaceport where I'd left the 85 (again, NO more fans on sand) and rushed down to the gateroom. Like I said, no weapons on hand, but one thing I could turn into a massive bomb, the alteran stargate.

It was already connected to the 85's power, of course, but now I needed to throw that link wide open, critically overload the naqudah it was mostly made of, and blow it sky high...hopefully after I'd gotten it off the ship. So after I'd set that to build up, I took off and rematerialized aboard the saucer, where I confronted Serrao. I got lucky, I admit that. It'd had to hook itself into the ship to be able to control it alone, and thus was unable to bring its gun to bear at the time. Long mutually threatening and insultful conversation short, it revealed what I already suspected about how it had arrived here, my fault. More concerning was the fact that it revealed that the saucer wasn't the original signal he had been looking for in our earlier encounter, it was something he had found here...

The sound of small muffled explosions from the 85 cut any further talks short. In my rush to put my plan together, I'd forgotten to properly guard against power feedback from the gate, and it was playing all sorts of havoc...and leaking enough energy to let Serrao in on what I was doing. While it began to disconnect from the saucer, I made a break for the 85 and dematerialized...leaving the gate behind. The resulting explosion was a sight to see. As it was, with half its systems damaged from the feedback, the 85 barely managed to get us away, and I don't know for sure what happened to the Dalek. We managed to limp back to New Gallifrey, where the 85 was able to begin its regeneration, restricting me to time ring and stargate(not my own unfortunately, blew it up, remember?) travel for a while.

Though now minus a stargate and gateroom because of the resulting damage, the 85 is back up and running again with a splendid new 'desktop theme' as you can see. Hopefully Serrao went down with his ship, but we'll see. In the meantime, I'm heading back to the steamlands for some more fun.

An Odd Occurance

It happened a few weeks ago, I haven't reported it until now because I wanted to eliminate other possibilities.

As I was saying...a few weeks ago, I was on approach to another visit to New Babbage, when out of no where the 85 seemed to lose power, and then it came back on at near overload levels, sending me, fully materialized, into a dive straight for the bottom of the Vernian! Luckily, the surge ended quickly and I was able to do a quick reset to prevent catastrophe. I set down at Fullarton House and performed a full system check. ...According to the readouts, the 85 briefly recieved power from TWO sources. Since I don't believe there's any way it could have been linked to the eye on Zenobia, and since the one it is linked to, on New Gallifrey, is the only other eye that I know of in this dimension, and no power source I have on board or that was in the area could match that of an eye...the only conclusion is that it somehow re-established its link to the original eye on old Gallifrey, if only for a moment.

Needless to say the implications of this are worrying. I hope there will be a council meeting announced soon so that I can find out more about what this may mean.

Dark Tidings

I was able to attend the meeting of the New Gallifrey council today, only to learn some grave tidings. For starters, our Lady President and daughter of Gallifrey, Sen Pixie, is apparently considered dead, lost activating the Eye of harmony beneath the Panopticon by installing a new singularity power source. Also...it turns out that the situation with the Daleks is even worse than I feared... Apparently they have somehow breached security on Zenobia station and gained eye technology for themselves. To top that, they have begun installing eyes in a new class of saucer ship. While not as powerful as true eyes, the ability to equip them to their ships, and indeed even having them at ALL is a dire bit of news. And for finals, they have already apparently been launching attacks, or at least incursions, into several areas on the grid, including New Babbage! How the heck did I miss THAT? Granted it could have happened while I was fouled up by that black hole but still...

The renegades composing the new House Scendles reared their heads, or at least head, as well. Their 'Cardinal' a being known as The Jinn, showed up early on, demanding his seat on the council and practically demanding the presidency itself! Of all the nerve... And his general rudeness to just about everyone there, especially Ms. Lightfoot, nearly had some of us about to test what effect a sonic device on maximum could do to an organic brain... Still, under our own rules, we were forced to acknowledge his seat, and his candidacy for President, though given that both Cardinal Gears and Castellan Solis are running against him...and the fact that just about all the Cardinals present seemed to...dislike him, I doubt his chances.

On a more positive note, the council agreed almost unianimously on the ratification of the new laws of time (ALMOST unanimously because shortly after demanding his seat, The Jinn left, thus abstaining on his vote by default. Heh). Also a more formal alliance with the Timeforce 10 was discussed and agreed upon by those members of that organization present. However Counciler Mornington still wishes to vote on the possible reformation of the CIA at the next meeting. Given recent events, I plan to put my support behind this, even if I have no actual voting power. Something must be done about the Daleks before this erupts into another Time War...

Begin Log - A Brief Recap

Testing testing? Ah good, that fixes that...

Hmm...well since it seems all my personal logs were damaged or lost when the Infinity Chamber was damaged during the crossing, I suppose I'll have to start from scratch. Where to begin...


Well, to start, my name is Lans Starsider.

I'm what you would some beings would know as a Time Lord, though I barely look it anymore... I used to be...a scout or explorer from the planet Galifrey, charting the Galaxy in my vehicle and home: a Type 85 TARDIS. A TARDIS is...well I suppose in simplest terms, it is a space/time capsule, capable of traveling through space and time. The TYPE 85 was designed primarily for long term, one man exploration missions, a mission profile I relished.


Then came the war... It was a time war, fought over control of the timelines themselves, against a race of evil mutant creatures known as Daleks. Knowing what they were, I unhestiantly joined in the fight against them...at least a first. But then things escalated, costing untold lives, and it was then that I saw how far the council would go in the name of victory...

So...I fled. At great risk I used my TARDIS to break through the dimensional barriers into this world, causing sever damage to it. Then in a further effort to hide, I triggered my own regeneration...my first actually, using a device known as a chameleon arch to...tamper with the process, introducing non-timelord DNA patterns into the process, thus taking on the form I have now.

















For a while, I maintained a low profile, exploring this new world. I found several locations where I was able to refuel the 85, allowing it to start its own regeneration and begin repairs. However, I soon found that I was not the only Time Lord or Gallifreyan to survive. I also discovered that Gallifrey, as well as any others of our race who had not fled or otherwise come here...had been destroyed. The guilt of this news...though I feel I did the right thing, I can't help but wonder if it would have made some sort of difference...

In any case, I soon discovered that a new Panopticon had been constructed...on a New Gallifrey, and that a new Time Lord council was being formed. Though having seen the ugly side of the original council, I am aware that these are not the same people, thus I am inclined to give them the benefit of the doubt for now. Thus I have joined the new House Dromeian, a house whose members, timelord or no, have forms similar to myself. Despite any misgivings I may have, it is a pleasant feeling to be a part of Gallifreyan civilization once more, changed though it may be.