The Prelude to Series 2
Comet Stop Bar, Ocham's Comet
The bar had become busy since earlier that day, and now all the seats were filled. The room was now filled with thick smoke and friendly chatter. A variety of species were present, Androvax, Slitheen, Nestene, Sycorax, Judoon, Vervoids and Jariviles, to name a few.
So far the night was going smoothly for the barman, with everyone in high spirits, a stark contrast to his only customer earlier that day. There had been no fights tonight that had required his intervention. Following his customary serving of the tables and sorting people out with their next drink, he assumed a position behind the bar and began to clean.
He had only been there a few minutes when the door opened and a woman stepped into the bar. Faces turned to greet the latest arrival, and their jaws, if they had any, dropped when they recognised her. The only audible sound in the room was that of her heels as they struck the floor as she approached the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools. "My usual please, and make it a double, I'm here on strictly business terms.".
"Yes Ma'am" he hesitated for a minute, not sure if he was about to overstep his boundaries. "I was under the impression that you were dead Madame Kovarian."
"I must say news does travel fast. To be honest I'm a little disappointed, as if I would be stupid enough to go into battle without the use of my ganger. What do people take me for?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Besides, a universe without me dear, I dread to think."
At that a dark hooded figure stepped forward from one of the corners of the room and placed a small deep blue cardboard box measuring approximately ten centimetres by five centimetres, on the counter. Before anyone could get a close look it, Madame Kovarian picked it up and examined it. "Perfect, this will do nicely" she flicked the box into the air and it disappeared. "Now that's safely stored away, the payment you requested." She sat a burgundy cloth bag with a golden trim and tie on the counter. The hooded figure picked it up and exited the bar without a word.
"Your drinks Ma'am" the bartender had placed two of her usual drink in front of her. He was well aware of the persistent unsettlement caused by her presence, so didn't want to make things worse. She had obviously been expecting her business to be longer and more civilised, but out of fear, he served her the drink anyway.
"I hear you had a special visitor this morning". She drank the first drink in one go, "My good friend, the Doctor. Tell me, is the seed of the Valeyard sown?" The barman's nod told her what she needed to know. "Excellent, perhaps some good has come from the failed attack on Gallifrey, after all"
"You should know that he spoke of another time lord who survived. The Tactician. And even better the Doctor blames him for what happened." He noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of his other regular customers and joined them at the counter. "Perhaps this could work to your advantage Ma'am. If the Doctor becomes the Valeyard, they could destroy each other."
"The Doctor will make the decision that he must, I've already set the barrel in motion." She sounded despondent, like her mind was elsewhere, on reflection, she had been that way since she arrived. By the time the barman had noticed the man drawing his weapon and pointing it pointing it at Kovarian's head, there was very little he could do.
"The universe was a better place with you dead Mrs. K." He charged his weapon, "I think I'll make it that way again, you shouldn't have come here!" He was calm and collected and certainly well versed in death.
The barman was becoming uncomfortable, it always presented him a huge problem when one customer killed another. It brought the police, and given his clientèle, that was damaging for business. "Please, take it out side, I cleaned that floor this morning."
Ignoring him, Madame Kovarian turned in her stool to face her prospective killer. "You don't have long to wait, I'm dying. Don't worry, I don't intended to take it without a fight." She smiled at him, "But I do have some bad news for you honey" she took a small pulse device out of her pocket. "Sonic technology, set perfectly for the resonance levels. Two words for you" she gave him a cheeky wink. "Flesh Avatar"
She dissolved into a puddle of cream coloured fleshy goo.
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The Road to Immortality begins with The Little Match Boy starting mid December.
Comet Stop Bar, Ocham's Comet
The bar had become busy since earlier that day, and now all the seats were filled. The room was now filled with thick smoke and friendly chatter. A variety of species were present, Androvax, Slitheen, Nestene, Sycorax, Judoon, Vervoids and Jariviles, to name a few.
So far the night was going smoothly for the barman, with everyone in high spirits, a stark contrast to his only customer earlier that day. There had been no fights tonight that had required his intervention. Following his customary serving of the tables and sorting people out with their next drink, he assumed a position behind the bar and began to clean.
He had only been there a few minutes when the door opened and a woman stepped into the bar. Faces turned to greet the latest arrival, and their jaws, if they had any, dropped when they recognised her. The only audible sound in the room was that of her heels as they struck the floor as she approached the counter and took a seat on one of the barstools. "My usual please, and make it a double, I'm here on strictly business terms.".
"Yes Ma'am" he hesitated for a minute, not sure if he was about to overstep his boundaries. "I was under the impression that you were dead Madame Kovarian."
"I must say news does travel fast. To be honest I'm a little disappointed, as if I would be stupid enough to go into battle without the use of my ganger. What do people take me for?" She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Besides, a universe without me dear, I dread to think."
At that a dark hooded figure stepped forward from one of the corners of the room and placed a small deep blue cardboard box measuring approximately ten centimetres by five centimetres, on the counter. Before anyone could get a close look it, Madame Kovarian picked it up and examined it. "Perfect, this will do nicely" she flicked the box into the air and it disappeared. "Now that's safely stored away, the payment you requested." She sat a burgundy cloth bag with a golden trim and tie on the counter. The hooded figure picked it up and exited the bar without a word.
"Your drinks Ma'am" the bartender had placed two of her usual drink in front of her. He was well aware of the persistent unsettlement caused by her presence, so didn't want to make things worse. She had obviously been expecting her business to be longer and more civilised, but out of fear, he served her the drink anyway.
"I hear you had a special visitor this morning". She drank the first drink in one go, "My good friend, the Doctor. Tell me, is the seed of the Valeyard sown?" The barman's nod told her what she needed to know. "Excellent, perhaps some good has come from the failed attack on Gallifrey, after all"
"You should know that he spoke of another time lord who survived. The Tactician. And even better the Doctor blames him for what happened." He noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of his other regular customers and joined them at the counter. "Perhaps this could work to your advantage Ma'am. If the Doctor becomes the Valeyard, they could destroy each other."
"The Doctor will make the decision that he must, I've already set the barrel in motion." She sounded despondent, like her mind was elsewhere, on reflection, she had been that way since she arrived. By the time the barman had noticed the man drawing his weapon and pointing it pointing it at Kovarian's head, there was very little he could do.
"The universe was a better place with you dead Mrs. K." He charged his weapon, "I think I'll make it that way again, you shouldn't have come here!" He was calm and collected and certainly well versed in death.
The barman was becoming uncomfortable, it always presented him a huge problem when one customer killed another. It brought the police, and given his clientèle, that was damaging for business. "Please, take it out side, I cleaned that floor this morning."
Ignoring him, Madame Kovarian turned in her stool to face her prospective killer. "You don't have long to wait, I'm dying. Don't worry, I don't intended to take it without a fight." She smiled at him, "But I do have some bad news for you honey" she took a small pulse device out of her pocket. "Sonic technology, set perfectly for the resonance levels. Two words for you" she gave him a cheeky wink. "Flesh Avatar"
She dissolved into a puddle of cream coloured fleshy goo.
.
.
.
.
The Road to Immortality begins with The Little Match Boy starting mid December.