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Sobek the Immortal [Closed]
Planet Designation: Kalimba
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Unknown
Sentient Life: Ruins and step pyramids suggest the presence of intelligent life at some point. Currently: Unknown.
Water: 70.2% of the planet's surface. Heavy rainfall/monsoons.
Climate: Earth-like.
Landscape: Primarily jungle and swamp, some plains, severe arctic conditions in northern and southern poles.
Air: Type I (breathable)
Sky: Blue-green.
Warnings: Medium to high levels of megafauna. Watch your step. Conditions in the atmosphere make several forms of orbital scans and equipment unreliable.
Mission: Archaeological investigation of step pyramids and ruins, investigate for signs of source of abnormal energy signature in target area.
The first thing the group would notice was that Kalimba's air was humid and heavy, with a light breeze. The morning had long since burned off most of the mist, and in the distance, clouds lazily drifted onwards towards the horizon. The typhoon season was a long ways off.
The undergrowth was tangled and dense, seemingly impassable in places. Vibrant flowers and vines took up residence where some of the tree cover faltered. With limited sunlight available, it was every plant for themselves. Disturbed by the archaeology group, "birds", each easily half the size of a person and more salamander than avian suddenly took to the air in a flash of brilliantly colored wings. They were gone almost instantly, slicing through the air and leaving only the ear-splitting shriek behind.
The hill sloped down. The cover of trees broke as they came out onto the stone remains of path that must have once been heavily used. Now, just like everywhere else, massive roots and tanglers tore at the ground, slowly swallowing any signs of civilization back within itself. There were trees of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, a rolling wave of jungle and rainforest. Tan and dirty gray step pyramids, all more massive than those found on Earth, and the occasional obelisk rose through the canopy cover like claws, dotting the landscape.
Stac's scans indicated much of the planet was covered in these structures, with the largest in this location. Aside from the archaeological mission, her scans also indicated the presence of an abnormal power that may be of interest.
Non-sentient life: Extensive flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Unknown
Sentient Life: Ruins and step pyramids suggest the presence of intelligent life at some point. Currently: Unknown.
Water: 70.2% of the planet's surface. Heavy rainfall/monsoons.
Climate: Earth-like.
Landscape: Primarily jungle and swamp, some plains, severe arctic conditions in northern and southern poles.
Air: Type I (breathable)
Sky: Blue-green.
Warnings: Medium to high levels of megafauna. Watch your step. Conditions in the atmosphere make several forms of orbital scans and equipment unreliable.
Mission: Archaeological investigation of step pyramids and ruins, investigate for signs of source of abnormal energy signature in target area.
The first thing the group would notice was that Kalimba's air was humid and heavy, with a light breeze. The morning had long since burned off most of the mist, and in the distance, clouds lazily drifted onwards towards the horizon. The typhoon season was a long ways off.
The undergrowth was tangled and dense, seemingly impassable in places. Vibrant flowers and vines took up residence where some of the tree cover faltered. With limited sunlight available, it was every plant for themselves. Disturbed by the archaeology group, "birds", each easily half the size of a person and more salamander than avian suddenly took to the air in a flash of brilliantly colored wings. They were gone almost instantly, slicing through the air and leaving only the ear-splitting shriek behind.
The hill sloped down. The cover of trees broke as they came out onto the stone remains of path that must have once been heavily used. Now, just like everywhere else, massive roots and tanglers tore at the ground, slowly swallowing any signs of civilization back within itself. There were trees of all shapes and sizes as far as the eye could see, a rolling wave of jungle and rainforest. Tan and dirty gray step pyramids, all more massive than those found on Earth, and the occasional obelisk rose through the canopy cover like claws, dotting the landscape.
Stac's scans indicated much of the planet was covered in these structures, with the largest in this location. Aside from the archaeological mission, her scans also indicated the presence of an abnormal power that may be of interest.
Re: TIME SKIP
And then there was Amy.
Amy suddenly stood next to him, her hand on his. The Doctor turned his head toward his best friend, frowning at her and trying to remember if she'd come with him on the mission or not because the funny thing was, he didn't remember her being there. Neither her or Pond 2. Or maybe he was wrong. Maybe he was old and daft and she'd been there all along, got a bit lost what with all the humans running around and poor Eneesh and it had been more than a busy day, actually. How did she -
"Escape?" Amy had that Amy Pond; I Can Get Myself Out Of This smile of hers. "Easy, big blind spots with helmets like those.”
The Doctor’s lips parted. It didn’t seem to him that was quite plausible but Amy was already trying to tug at the restraints, pulling at them as if sheer force of will was enough to get them moving.
“You didn’t tell them anything that can – ” Amy made a blowing up motion with her hand. Amy the Poet, he supposed. Not a very good one and actually he suspected she was probably terrible at it and Rory was loads better at it. “That. Blow us up.”
He frowned, gazing at Amy and watching her being impossibly there and feeling the same sense of wrongness creeping in his body, trying to sort out what it was and not yet aware that he’d turned to stare sightlessly over at Sobek. Spend 900 plus, give or take, Ish years in a few of your own bodies and it was only a matter of time before you knew what was where. It was either that or maybe a Time Lord’s physiology wasn’t quite agreeing with the dosage, the Doctor shuddering now as a wave of nausea swept over him.
Re: TIME SKIP
"Close your mouth, the fish look's not working for you, moron," Amy smiled at him through her hair.
Amy returned to the straps with all the determination that kept her fighting the psychiatrists, the ones who always told her, in just about every variation, the Doctor didn't exist, that he was made up. She believed in the Doctor that much to keep fighting for him. Amy got one strap free with a crow of success. She smirked at the strap. That's right, one down and a ridiculous number to go. She had this.
"You have a plan yeah? I mean you always do, but you have to have something at least by now. We might actually stand a better chance of getting shot at less this time if you share it with us for once."
Re: TIME SKIP
Something in the Doctor's head clicked, fighting off the drugs coursing through his system and a dosage that was, quite frankly, not prepped for a Time Lord's physiology.
"Plan? Pond, you know how I am with plans. You of all people!" The Doctor heaved a laugh and was surprised when the laugh turned into a choke as his breath caught in his lungs. The Doctor struggled to breathe as his body went rigid against the restraints. He tried again. "You're hardly professional at jiggery-pokery anyway. Not the level we need."
He seemed like he was about to say more when the Doctor suddenly blinked, seemed to come more aware of his surroundings and then glanced over blindly toward that corner. He caught a glimpse of burning coals for eyes out of the fog.
Something wasn't right. Those hadn't been there before, he was sure of it. The Doctor seemed less interested in having a conversation with Amy now, those eyes drawing him in and making him start to suspect this room wasn't as empty as Amy claimed: so much for the guards taking a lunch break.
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Seeing the way he looked around an empty room as if it was the most fascinating thing ever, Amy had to set her foot down. She cut into his field of vision, obscuring the glowing coals in the fog, in that brief instant, her eyes glowing in their place. She blinked and it was gone. A trick of light. "They gave you some sort of drug; there's no one in here. I know you don't have a plan immediately, you're making it up on the fly half the time, but you always have something. Now would be a good time!"
Re: TIME SKIP
He found his eyes wandering past Amy, as if he could see right around her if he really, really, really tried and put his back into it. The twin coals. Something didn't seem right. Couldn't place a finger on it, nevermind two or three or the rest of his fingers (which, by the way, were still somehow attached -- they hadn't gotten to the bits with the fingers like he assumed they would). The Doctor had to struggle to remember that as a human, Amy had terrible teeth for biting through restraints like these and they literally could be here forever waiting for her to get anywhere.
It was about those two lights he'd seen. The Doctor was sure that if Amy just turned around, she'd see them and do the humany thing and investigate. Maybe find a release switch.
"You knowing wouldn't make a difference, Pond," the Doctor said with a grunt. He didn't sound quite as slurred as before, as if he was starting to revive. He blinked again, trying to focus better on Amy and deciding that this was one of those times that he'd rather have that Something Amy talked about when he was free and not tied to a torture device. "There has to be a release button in the room."
Now that he thought about it, the more he decided any plans or Plans or anything in between was better off staying with him. Amy was tough, but she was also only human, and there was no saying how she could handle Sobek's treatment. Speaking of that God, where was he? Hard to imagine he wandered off in the middle of this!
Re: TIME SKIP
"You don't know that. You always told me to look and see, notice everything, not always take everything you say at face value 'cause you said it. If you have a plan, maybe I can help," Amy pressed. Another strap undone. She leaned close, eyes flickering in the glow of the machinery. She worked at another strap, but it seemed to tighten the others instead.
"Tell me. Please."
Re: TIME SKIP
He found himself shaking his head.
"No," he said. His voice came out stronger. "No, I don't think you need to know. Maybe you better go back."
He found his gaze once again drawn to that corner. The eyes were back, blazing out from the darkness as a shape began to solidify: metal plates like scales, the outline of a crocodile cocking that head in his direction.
Re: TIME SKIP
"You won't tell me how to save you." Her voice flattened itself as the Doctor's grew stronger. Her face lost some of its animation. The world wavered. She wasn't going to go back until the Doctor talked. "Tell me. Tell me everything."
Re: TIME SKIP
He flexed his fingers. Maybe he couldn't escape, but his head was clearing up and he could feel his hands and feet again, which was as promising as the fact that both hearts seemed to be beating just fine and he was sure they weren't alone in the interrogation room now. The Doctor looked at Amy, really looked at her, and it occurred to him that a human's face shouldn't be bubbling in and out. This wasn't his Amy Pond. This wasn't the girl who waited all those years just to take a cricket bat to his head first chance she got. This wasn't the young woman who kept marrying and un-marrying herself.
The Doctor wasn't sure what this was.
He ignored Amy as if she wasn't there, trying to struggle himself and try to work at the restraints as best he could without some imaginary friend being absolutely useless. Sweat beaded and rolled down his skin, his hair matted to his head as he began to revive further from the drug that Sobek had been pumping into him.
Re: TIME SKIP
Until one of the statues moved. It was the same one that moved before, eyes flaring, life breathed back into dying coals. The Crocodile God stepped back into the Doctor's world. Each step was purposeful, powerful yet light on his feet, as he crossed the room to the Doctor's left.
He sank his claws into the Doctor's sides. No preamble, no words, Sobek sank them in, gold plated armor burying into flesh, talons closing in on themselves, and ripped back outwards, with the precision and care of a butcher. A simple whim to feed a brief urge, to shake off the frustration from the drug wearing off. The ornate helm gave no sign to any other emotion underneath and yet the God's body language made it clear that he and Daniel had both got a trickle of pleasure from indulging himself.
At the same time, the hand device came up, over the Doctor's head. The drug had failed, but it was that, a drug. The Will of the Gods however...
The gem set in his palm glowed as he reached towards the Doctor's minds. He would tell him what he desired, starting with his people. Their technology. Why time and reality felt wrong around them, what abominations were they.
Re: TIME SKIP
It pierced into him. Questions without words. Abominations. Time and space swirled around him, threads and paradoxes and stars he’d been there to see their births and deaths. It feels wrong around you.
Time Lord. Gallifreyan -
- burned because of the Moment.
The Doctor had to concentrate, struggling to make the connection that those words weren’t him. He could feel a presence bearing down on him like a solid thing, a wave of Other, trying to worm into his mind, force its way in. The Doctor groped out blindly. His hand brushed up against Sobek, close enough to actually make contact. The connection between them jolted as it became two-way, a shock running up his fingers into the God as he saw glimpses of Sobek’s past atrocities, working his slaves to death, punishing them. A female human, buried up to her head and exposed to the elements because her husband dared to transgress, until he begged and begged and finally Sobek saw it in him to be “merciful”. A mercy kill, apparently. That was what Sobek called it. “Mercy”. Killing the woman in front of the whole tribe and the sinner…wait.
No, it wasn’t just that. Making them watch as it took days to get to that point.
He didn’t feel sick watching it. He felt old and tired and angry, all at once, because it was another reminder that beasts like Sobek and all the others like him were out there in the universe as well.
The Doctor tried to keep his hold on Sobek even as he struggled not to lose too many of his memories at the same time. Sobek wading into battle, reveling in the gore. Quetesh, somehow escaping. A God being fallible enough to have more than just a grudging respect for another God. Gallifrey using Time itself as a weapon, killing and un-killing and killing again because the first time wasn’t enough. The Doctor’s knuckles had turned white, his arm trembling as he shook.
Re: TIME SKIP
These people, a now dead civilization, had once controlled Time. He had wiped an entire planet from existence, condemned it to hell in a mere moment. Not even their fleets could have stopped it.
The Doctor still retained this knowledge. It would pass from his hands to that of the Crocodile God, and he would finally surpass Ra himself. Sobek-Ra, he would call himself. He would trap Bastet and Kali first in this bubble of horror that the Doctor trapped Gallifrey, then turn his Will on all the other System Lords. He would take the universe and guide it as only an Immortal could.
The hand device intensified. The last thing the Doctor might see of the outer world then was the mechanical eyes of the crocodile helm. Sobek was just getting started.