<span style="color: #0033cc"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">The Fields of Trenzalor lay deep within siege,<br/>The enemies of the galaxy charging with treacherous speed.<br/>In the last days of the struggle, the fighting shall end,<br/>The Raggedy Man, to his enemies will shall he bend.<br/>In the fields of Trensalor will he make his last stand,<br/>For violence and suffering could never stay his hand.<br/>11's time is up, there's no time for 12's,<br/>Regeneration won't come, he's used up all of his spells.<br/>Against the Daleks is when he will rise,<br/>Only to fall back down and never survive.<br/>A shimmering light glimmers in the stars,<br/>A new hope from a planet so far.<br/>With a twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his face,<br/>The New Doctor pilots the TARDIS throughout Time and Space.<br/><br/>This is Project: "Who"<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/325/0/4/doctor_who_by_joe_roberts-d326men.jpg">[ img ]</a></span></span><br/><br/>OoC: <a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=41067">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=41067</a><br/><br/>~~~~~<br/><br/>~ 100 Years Earlier ~</span></div></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">[font=Franklin Gothic Medium]WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE HERE?! HOW DID YOU GET ABOARD THIS VESSEL?! EXPLAIN!! EXPLAIN!!</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Easy there, boy-o!! Come any closer and I'll activate the TARDIS detonat-"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">THE DOCTOR HAS ALREADY USED A JAMMY DODGER TO FOOL THE PRIOR AND INFERIOR SPECIES OF DALEKS!! YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED IN THAT ENDEAVOUR AGAIN!!</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Alright... Fine.. Guess the Jammy Dodger bit got old... And who's to say I'm not the Doctor?"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">SCANS INDICATE TRACES OF TIME LORD GENETIC CODE WITHIN, BUT YOU ARE NOT THE DOCTOR!! THE DOCTOR HAS NO REGENERATIONS LEFT!!</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Oh yes I do!! Lookie here gents, you've just met with the 13th Doctor. In honour of this amazing encounter, I'll give you the generous option of running away.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">ALERT!! ALERT!! SUBJECT ANALYSIS CONFIRMS THE PRESENCE OF THE DOCTOR, BUT HE IS NOT THE DOCTOR!!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #cc3333">HOW CAN HE NOT BE THE DOCTOR, YET THE DOCTOR IS PRESENT IN THE DALEK COMMANDSHIP? EXPLAIN!! EXPLAAAIN!!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #000000">FURTHER SCANS SHOW SIGNS OF MIXED TIME LORD DNA WITHIN SUBJECT!! ANALYSIS OF ONE GENETIC CODE BEARS RESEMBLANCE TO THE DOCTOR, WHILE THE OTHER BEARS RESEMBLANCE TO A HUMAN!!</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Alright, you got me, I'm not <span style="font-style: italic">the</span> Doctor, but I'm something far worse... I'm the Son of the Doctor, a "Doctor 2.0" if you will... And I'm just like-."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">THE SON OF THE DOCTOR SHALL BE EXTERMINATED!! EXTERMINATE!!</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #40E0D0">BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH-BRRRAAAAAAAH!!</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"AGAAAH!! ... O-Oi!! I w-wasn't done t-t-talking!!"</span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">SILENCE!! THE SON OF THE DOCTOR IS OF NO THREAT TO THE DALEKS!! HOWEVER, NOW THAT DALEKS KNOW WHO YOU ARE, WE KNOW HOW YOU GOT ABAORD THE COMMAND SHIP!! THE DALEKS NOW HAVE POSSESSION OF THE TARDIS!! DALEKS WILL BE ABLE TO REWRITE HISTORY AND PERMANENTLY DESTROY THE DOCTOR AND HIS ALLIES!! THEY WILL ALL BE EXTERMINATED!!</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"W-Well... That just sounds all fun and dandy, but you guys have forgotten one important thing... What happens when you kill a Time Lord?"</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFD700"><span style="font-style: italic">Hhhhmmmmmnnnnnnn-Sssssssssss</span></span></div><br/><br/><span style="color: #666600"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">WARNING!! WARNING!! THE TIME LORD IS REGENERATING!! EXTERMINATE HIM!! EXTERMINATE HIM!!</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #cc3333">WEAPONS MALFUNCTIONING!! SIGNALS FROM AN UNKNOWN SOURCR ARE DISRUPTING DALEK WEAPONS!!"</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Hahahaha.. Good dog, K-9... Oi, Daleks!! S-send a message... All across the galaxy... Go tell them.. The New Doctor, is in.. And he eagerly awaits his next patient.. HURRGAAAA!!"</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FFD700"><span style="font-style: italic">Vvvrrrrrrrrrrr<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 6%; line-height: 116%;">BRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHH</span></span></span></span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #0033cc">~ January 19th, 2014. Present Day ~</span></div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"It is your move, Master."</span></span></span>K-9 (<a class="postlink" href="http://doctorwhotoys.net/k9_prototype.jpg">http://doctorwhotoys.net/k9_prototype.jpg</a>) said with a lift of his head, his naturally positive tone only infuriating Daniel even more. With a look of absolute determination, Daniel grabbed the Black Knight and moved it to A3, taking K-9's White Rook. After the move, the time lord crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair, smiling confidently. He turned his head towards Laurie and winked.<span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Beat that, K-9."</span></span>Daniel said with a laugh before he heard the mechanical whizzing of the robotic probe belonging to the metal dog. With shock in his eyes, he watched as the White Queen overtook his Pawn, then his Knight, then finally, his King.<span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"That would be checkmate, Master. Shall we play again?"</span></span></span>.<br/><br/>Daniel simply stared in shock at the chessboard, his arms now hanging aimlessly by his sides. His jaw hung open with surprise when he knew that he had been beaten at chess for the 48th time. Suddenly, he flipped over the chessboard, knocking all the pieces to the ground of the TARDIS. He got up, cleared his throat and fixed his tie before saying<span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Good game, K-9"</span></span>in a surprisingly calm voice. After that, he moved over to the TARDIS console and began tapping it impatiently. They had been floating in an isolated time-stasis for a while now (all because "Auntie" was in one of her moods again) and so they had tried to pass the time with friendly competition. That plan, however, failed horribly.<span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Listen now, TARDIS!! You'll stop this tantrum right now and land us somewhere interesting! I didn't go searching for you and Dad all those years ago just so I could get stuck in a time-stasis!! I want adventure! Now take me to it!"</span></span>Daniel yelled in an aggravated voice as he banged away and fiddled with the console. She still wasn't responding to him, which frustrated the living hell out of the boy.<br/><br/><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"Master, if I could interject here-"</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Not now, K-9."</span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"I believe that I must-"</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"K-9, with all due respect: Shut it!!"</span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"Master, we have landed."</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"What do you mean we've <span style="font-style: italic">landed</span>?"</span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"We have landed."</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"There's no way we could have landed! We've been stuck in a time-stasis for the past three hours.. And she didn't make the noise."</span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"What noise would that be, Master?"</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Y-You know, the noise... <span style="font-style: italic">Heeeeee... hooooooo... HEEEEEEE... Hoooooo... Heeeeeewwwweeee-hooooo... DOOOOOOOM."</span></span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"That is because she landed by herself. The cause of the noise is because you leave the parking brake on."</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Well, its a brilliant noise. I love that noise... But if she's landed, then that means there's a planet out there."</span></span><span style="color: #A9A9A9"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium;">"Affirmative."</span></span></span><span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Right then!!"</span></span>Daniel called out with a revived enthusiasm as he stood up and ran to the door. He reached out and quickly grabbed his cane and smiled widely at his companions.<span style="color: #DAA520"><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">"Off we go! Lets get'explorin!"</span></span>