Post by The Fourth Doctor on Jun 18, 2011 16:51:38 GMT -5
Inside the great dome of Gallifrey, a leader quieted each and every one of the Timelords in the great hall where the first war council was being held.
"We will have order." Rassilon's voice boomed.
The arguing continued.
"Order!" he lifted his gloved right hand, which glowed a cerulean teal. The light flickered, leaving everyone in complete darkness, the only light from Rassilon's hand. The lights returned.
"We must not fight amongst ourselves, for the greater enemy is approaching. The Daleks have returned from their previous defeat, and stronger than ever."
A fleet of Dalek warships was approaching Gallifrey from Skaro, and the Timelords were left hopelessly outnumbered. Now was the time to recount debts, and call upon friends from other worlds.
"We have formed a brief truce with the Raxicoricofallapatorians, the Judoon, and the Atraxi. It is tense, but they will help us. All in favor of surrender-"
None of course.
"All in favor of going to war-"
Trillions of hands flew up, every eligible Gallifreyan ready to fight for their planet.
"Alright then. Every Tardis has been equipped for combat. Laser tools will be given to foot-soldiers. For Gallifrey!" Rassilon marched out of the war meeting, into his personal quarters.
He monitored the progress of the militia and military, the angsty ones already beginning flight to meet the Daleks. They were outnumbered ten to one, but help was on its way.
Rassilon checked his glove, and muttered to himself.
"For Gallifrey."
OOC: Hey guys! First thread and everything, so have fun. You can choose to be a Silurian, Raxicoricofallpatorian (most commonly known to fans because of the Slitheen family, opponents of the Ninth Doctor,) a Judoon, a Timelord, or, of course, a Dalek.
"We will have order." Rassilon's voice boomed.
The arguing continued.
"Order!" he lifted his gloved right hand, which glowed a cerulean teal. The light flickered, leaving everyone in complete darkness, the only light from Rassilon's hand. The lights returned.
"We must not fight amongst ourselves, for the greater enemy is approaching. The Daleks have returned from their previous defeat, and stronger than ever."
A fleet of Dalek warships was approaching Gallifrey from Skaro, and the Timelords were left hopelessly outnumbered. Now was the time to recount debts, and call upon friends from other worlds.
"We have formed a brief truce with the Raxicoricofallapatorians, the Judoon, and the Atraxi. It is tense, but they will help us. All in favor of surrender-"
None of course.
"All in favor of going to war-"
Trillions of hands flew up, every eligible Gallifreyan ready to fight for their planet.
"Alright then. Every Tardis has been equipped for combat. Laser tools will be given to foot-soldiers. For Gallifrey!" Rassilon marched out of the war meeting, into his personal quarters.
He monitored the progress of the militia and military, the angsty ones already beginning flight to meet the Daleks. They were outnumbered ten to one, but help was on its way.
Rassilon checked his glove, and muttered to himself.
"For Gallifrey."
OOC: Hey guys! First thread and everything, so have fun. You can choose to be a Silurian, Raxicoricofallpatorian (most commonly known to fans because of the Slitheen family, opponents of the Ninth Doctor,) a Judoon, a Timelord, or, of course, a Dalek.