Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 13711
Author's Summary: The man he’d been once would have laid down next to Cass and died in defiance of war. The man who had drunk from the cup acknowledged that war was a grim necessity. The man he’d become? The Warrior didn’t yet understand what he would or wouldn’t do, but he had a feeling he was about to find out. The War Doctor is summoned back to Gallifrey, as the pace of the Time War accelerates towards destruction.
Characters/Pairings: Romana II, The Daleks, The Doctor (8th), The Doctor (9th), The Master (Jacobi), The Time Lords,
Warnings: Character Study, Introspection, Standalone
Recced because: There always needs to be more about Gallifrey during the Time War. I have read many, many fics about the Time War. I have written a few myself. There is still so much mystery to be delved into. So much richness to be explored.
This fiction does that. There are no words to describe how this fiction blew me away. I was asked to beta and I have to say...I read this and practically cried because of the sheer perfection. It was my honor to beta this glorious work: there were a few surprises twists, a few characters we know well seen from a new light, new depths to the War Doctor and a fresh, yet even more sinister feel to the hierachy of Gallifrey. The political machinations alone were mind-boggling and complex, yet laid out in a way that makes sense of it all. The skewed, tilted view of the Time Lords and how they descended into madness with this War is laid out step by step and it is frightening how easy that slide seems to be from the depiction. An intelligent, secure (rather stagnant) people become vicious, manipulative and blood-thirsty very quickly. They always had that potential, but this fiction showed it soaring to new heights. Couple the fear that is displayed here with a nice dose of ruthlessness (and horror) embroil the Universe's Champion...and you get this fiction. Glorious. I am reccing this because GLORIOUS. A definite must-read for all.
Drazel VI had been a young planet, in the grand scheme of things. Only a couple billion years old. Its first form of life had achieved sentience bare thousands of years ago; they were a lively people — bipedal, as was so common, with a fascinating, music-based method of communication that closely resembled whistling. Tone, pitch and modulation combined to form meaning, while duration altered tense, so that holding any kind of conversation with them was like an extended duet. When several people got excited and talked at once it was remarkably like a symphony.
The Doctor had really thought he would get there in time, this once, but all that the Warrior had found outside his TARDIS had been a dead world, orbiting a too-old sun like an enormous rock in space. Something had gone sideways in their past; some kind of tectonic disturbance, just after their second Ice Age. In this new present, the Drazelites had never climbed down from their trees and learned to whistle-speak. Their evolutionary ancestors had been wiped out in the resulting cataclysm — along with every other form of life on their planet.
Sitting in the heart of their world, there for whichever Time Lord the High Council had sent to find, was the signature of the beings who had altered this planet’s history.
Once the Doctor had thought he’d understood the meaning of hatred. Well, he’d so often been a fool in his long life, that it was barely worth remembering.
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