TGOD - Ra Goes On A Killing Spree

[Destructionator XV]

Bloody hell, Adam thought to himself, we block transporters and even magical teleportation but this guy still shows up....

"I do hope you are here to discuss things rationally today without ripping apart space-time?"

[Narsil]

"Fortunately yes," the Doctor replied with a nervous chuckle, "I'm terribly sorry about all that... and as for your teleport blockers... I'm truly sorry about that, I'd give you technology to block TARDISes, but my only source of such technology was destroyed, as you likely know from your various studies of me, my kind, and what's known about us."

[Destructionator XV]

"Indeed, I am aware of your people's problems, but there is one thing I didn't catch in my studies, your name?"

[Narsil]

"Indeed, I am aware of your people's problems, but there is one thing I didn't catch in my studies, your name?"

"I'm the Doctor," he replied with a cheerful grin.

[Destructionator XV]

"Doctor who!?"

[Narsil]

"Just the Doctor," he said calmly, "What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet." The Doctor said, quoting Shakespeare.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

"Imperial forces have moved in," she stated. "I repeat, Imperial. The orcs, those jackasses, have naturally already engaged them."

Soon, NOD rocket buggies were pooring out of their base, lurking into the streets and alleys. NOD rocket soldiers, backed by orcish heavy infantry, stormed into buildings surrounding the temple, taking positions.

Meanwhile, an LAAT was deploying a unit of Dark Trooper Group Delta nearby the temple when they noticed the increasing of enemy activities. "Orcs!" Sergeant Jerrod Stele, commander of Delta Trooper unit Chalk One, hissed.

"The Stormtrooper Rangers will keep them busy," Corporal Jonlan, a Dark Trooper, commented.

"Two feet, one foot, clear. Little birds touching down at target."

"Jetpack. Go! Go! Go!"

"Chalk One troops are on the deck. Chalk Two deployed."

"Get down! Stay Down! Down! Everybody Down! Down!"

Stele's units quickly moving to a nearby building next to the temple, trading fire with a group of Orcish militia. Meanwhile, the LAAT 6-2, which had just finished deploying them, was taling up an overhead pattern to provide sniper cover.

One of the NOD soldiers took a specially modified AT-4 from its case, and flipped up the sites, preparing to fire at the nearest walker. Surely the archaic weapon would have no effect on an Imperial AT-ST. Surely.

Meanwhile, another part of the city....

The AT-STs shuddered as it was being hit by the missile. Its hull deformed, the light recon vehicle could barely handle such explosion. The driver fell down to the floor, heavily wounded, while the co-driver quickly took over and returned fire with the AT-STs twin blasters.

"Fuck. RPG!"

The Stormtrooper Rangers also returned fire, while light battledroids were advancing to the source of fire. "We can't stand still! Gotta' keep moving!"

"C-2, C-2. We've got a man fallen. Repeat. We've got a man fallen."

"Roger that. Hey Darklighter, I need extra security on these AT-STs."

[Ra]

As one of the LAAT/i craft cruised low over serveral buildings more NOD rocket troopers took positions. Before the clone pilots could even realize the danger, naquada-tipped missiles were inbound.

Elsewhere, Stormtroopers ran through the streets from the smoking wreckage of an AT-ST, only to come right into an abush by orc soldiers. One of the powerfully built warriors literally grabbed a stormtrooper's helmet, and punching him in the head. The blow was fatal.

"Bring down th' damn'd Outsidahs!" a female orc shouted, bringing her massive rifle to bear.

The orcs opened fire, but their conventional, albeit overpowered, weapons were no match against stormtrooper armor. While the impacts stunned and sent 'troopers reeling back, none were fatal. Blaster bolts signaled the Stormtroopers' retaliation, felling several orcs before they scattered for better cover.

But something was horribly wrong. Throngs of people were no longer fleeing the battle, but in fact getting in the way of it. Some were even armed.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

As one of the LAAT/i craft cruised low over serveral buildings more NOD rocket troopers took positions. Before the clone pilots could even realize the danger, naquada-tipped missiles were inbound.

"We got three NOD troopers with rockets, coming up on your side now."

"Rockets?" The LAAT pilot frowned, "they can even dent our armo.... STAY WITH IT! This is 6-1, I'm hit. I'm hit!"

Lieutenant Keyan Woolcot, the pilot of Imperial LAAT 6-1, tried hard to control his craft.

"Latty 6-1 is hit. Woolcot's bird is hit."

"You wanna, pull those PCL's offline or what?"

"Right, Babe."

"6-1 going down. 6-1 going down, " the LAAT slowly descended to ground in a controlled crash.

"Hold on! Aaah!" The LAAT 6-1 crashed to the ground.

"We got an LAAT down. We got a Latty down."

"Get a TIE Lander on site. Check for survivors. Send in the SAR bird. I want ground forces to move and secure a new perimeter around that crash site. Can you guide the convoy in there? "

"Roger that."

"Well move quick, the whole damn city will be coming down on top of them."

"Chalk 3 is closest to the crash site. Over."

"How far is Chalk 3 from the crash site?"

"6 blocks sir."

Meanwhile, The Dark Trooper squad Chalk 3 was making their way out of the NOD Temple, "we got the Crystal. Over. Will rendesvouz with the Stormtrooper Rangers Star-4 now."

"Negative, Chalk 3. 6-1 is down. You'll proceed to the crash site together. Secure the perimeter and wait for the AT-STs there. Roger, sir?"

"Roger that."

The orcs opened fire, but their conventional, albeit overpowered, weapons were no match against stormtrooper armor. While the impacts stunned and sent 'troopers reeling back, none were fatal. Blaster bolts signaled the Stormtroopers' retaliation, felling several orcs before they scattered for better cover.

But something was horribly wrong. Throngs of people were no longer fleeing the battle, but in fact getting in the way of it. Some were even armed.

Elsewhere...

"Where are the AT-STs?" Irene barked.

"They're encountering a lot of resistance, Ma'am. 6-4 out."

The AT-STs convoy of Stormtrooper Rangers Star-4 were still encountering heavy resistance from the city. "Civilians! Civilians at rooftop!"

"Don't fire unless you got fired upon."

But it was too late. A civilian was spraying the lane with an AK-47 Assault Rifle. The bullets bounced off of the Stormtrooper armor, but another AT-ST driver got hit on the unprotected face of his helmet. "I'm hit!! I'm hit!!!"

"Othic! MEDIC!

"Get us off the fucking street, where's the crash site? Say again!

"Keep going straight 200metres."

"Roger tha... hey, where are you going?"

Too late. A Stormtrooper Ranger drove his Speeder Bikes in a steep climb to the roof. Seconds later, a series of blaster shots were be heard, followed by a loud explosion. The Speeder came back unstratched.

"Fuck, what were you doing?

"Cleaning up the roof."

"They're civilians, dammit!"

"Same civvies who fired upon us."

"Oh, great. Now the entire town is upon us. Move faster! Go go go!"

[Destructionator XV]

"Well, The Doctor, have a seat," he points to one of the desks opposite him and the Lady, "and tell me all you know about this entity you want me to aid you against."

[Narsil]

"It's just 'Doctor'," he said as he took a seat, "and the entity in question is a deity, or so it claims, but it's more vulnerable than it would like to admit..."

He paused, "You can help us by helping us to outsmart it, we can't fight it directly so we'll fight it indirectly." With a sigh, the Doctor continued, "It can be defeated by removing its followers, but they are plentiful, and difficult to track down..." his composure cracked for a second, "I wouldn't even be here if it weren't for the Daleks, you know... if the Timelords were still around, I could ask them for help, and this monster probably wouldn't be a memory worth keeping; but I'm afraid that we'll need your help as the Timelords aren't around anymore, but the A'millians are."

[Narsil]

OOC: Enter Special Circumstances
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Diess Aughato sighed as he finally stepped foot on the planet's surface, "Oh what an information-age nightmare this place is..." he remarked distantly, "well, I'd best see what I can find out." And he set off through the streets of London, dedicated to find out what he could while he was there.

[Destructionator XV]

"Doctor, you have to understand my position. I have a responsibility to my people, and we are surrounded by threats, both foregin and domestic. The economy is in recession, people in protest, and on top of that our neibouring nations may be preparing to attack. I have to take care of ourselves first; that is the duty of this office. If I run off using our resources on outside concerns, I risk the security of this nation, and that is something I cannot do."

[Narsil]

"If you don't help, A'millian, you won't even have a planet to protect in the first place," the Doctor put simply, "I can understand your position, A'millian, I really can, but if this threat isn't stopped, it will destroy the bloody universe! That's a hell of a lot of blood that I wouldn't want to have on my hands, and I doubt you'd want that blood on yours."

The Doctor turned back to his TARDIS, "I'm done with this, you know the coordinates of Earth... come help us when you're sick of being unable to sleep at night." With that, the Doctor stepped into the TARDIS and made his way to the central console, manipulating its controls and setting the space and time coordinates for Earth.

He turned to Rose, "You ready to go back?"

[Destructionator XV]

"Be well, Doctor. Good luck in your task."

[Narsil]

"We should go," Rose said quietly, "if he's willing to let all life in the universe die out, then leave him and we'll find help elsewhere."

"I couldn't agree with you more," the Doctor said bitterly, and with a snarl, he began changing the TARDIS' coordinates, "they might be worth a shot... thinking about it."

"Who?"

"Well, if I do this right, if the A'millians and their technology aren't going to be any help to us; perhaps another group of time-travellers..." he grinned, "my predecessors... all of them."

"What?!"

"Well, I'm in my eleventh body right now; so we could bring my first through tenth forms here."

"Wouldn't that cause a problem?"

"Most likely, but a paradox here and there is nothing compared to what that demon will do."

With the typical flashes of light, and sound of takeoff, the TARDIS vanished into the Time Vortex and then set off to do something which most Timelords would consider suicide... it was going to enlist help from its past selves.

[Destructionator XV]

The Lord and Lady turn to one another after the TARDIS leaves.

"Wow, everyone's getting really bloody worked up about this." the Lord remarks to his friend.

"Yeah, that is because it may well spell doom for billions, surely including their loved ones." she retorts.

"Things will work out, even if it looks hopeless they will find a way to luck out."

"In my experience, there's no such thing as luck."

"You know what I meant."

"And you know what I mean."

"I don't know why people get so worked up about death. I prefer to see it as my big chance to get away from it all."

"Some people see it differently; they like thier lives."

"Then why the damn do they covet our jobs?

"Ignorance, but that is beside the point. People have a simple instinct to survive."

"I know that. But seriously, what are you going to care about when you are dead?"

"Nothing, and that is the point. People like caring about their lives."

"That is becomming circular, my friend. They care about stuff because they care."

"The sanctity of life is a premise we must accept as the basis of ethics."

"To die, to sleep; to sleep: perchance to dream: aye there's the rub; for in that what dreams may come when we have shuffles off his mortal coil, must give us pause: there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life," he recites, "mayhap people fear the afterlife?"

"taH pagh taHbe'!" she randomly interjects.

His attention instantly changes, and he excitedly responds "omg you wanna go watch Star Trek VI?"

"Oh wow, good film, but we really do have alot of work to do, and this discussion is far from over.."

"Oh c'mon, it is just a couple of hours. Hoisler and the staff can manage without us."

"Yeah but if we watch The Undiscovered Country next we will want to watch The Wrath of Khan then The Search for Spock, the Voyage Home, the Final Frontier.... ok, maybe not the Final Frontier, but you get the idea."

"Give it some slack, Five had it's moments. ``What does God need with a starship'' is a classic line."

"Yeah and what does God need with worshippers?"

"Good question! Does an all powerful being really need people to worhsip him? Does he have an insecurity problem or something?"

"Blast you, we are so digressing. See, we get off topic then just keep running off on tangents."

The Lord sheeplish grins at her, "Yeah, but come on..... we know how to control ourselves, just one film?"

"Imagine the headlines: Universe comes to an end! While our leaders were watching Star Trek!"

"You know, if the universe comes to an end there will be no more damned headlines. We won't be around to care."

"Just our luck we would live though armageddon.... again..."

"Yeah," their expressions turn to sadness, but then the Lord smiles again, "come on.... we deserve at least a small treat."

"Oh what the hell, lets watch some Star Trek!"

"YES!" He gets up and puts his collector's edition VHS into a VCR and the big screen on the wall of his office starts showing the film.

[Ra]

OOC: DAMN YOU, now I wanna watch TUC too.



On a serious note, I'm gonna drag this part of the STGOD out a bit, try to make it really wierd and X-Filesesque.

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Slowly, Ra and Galadriel led the group into a large room, filled with various fanatics and outright madmen, some who seem to have been all but brainwiped, so blank was their expressions.

"The Chaotic One's work is truly horrible," Lady Galadriel observed sadly. "And yet this is only a small taste of his power."

"Looks like everyone in here's been affected," Ellen observed.

"Welcome," a deep, gravely voice said. The group looked to the side, to see a tall man in a gray suit standing nearby, his eyes seemingly blank. So blank, in fact, they appeared to be shadowy voids. "I see that you are here out of... curiousity, is it? Do you wonder why these people are the way they are?"

"The suffering of these people does concern us, yes," Galadriel nodded.

"So we have the elf, the half-elf, the two... demihumans... the demonchild, and the parasite," the man said almost entirely to himself. "Quite the menagery, spanning the Planes."

"I've seen more motley crews," Ra muttered.

"So you have," the man smirked. "Though I wish to get to the point of your visit. Do you wish to actually join the Faithful, or are you simply meddlers that I must... deal with?"

"What's involved in joining your faith?" Demika asked curiously.

"One must submit before the Unspeakable One, demonchild," the man stated. "Submit, and let his power wash over you. It is truly easy."

After a moment, Demika said, "I'm afraid my faith is troubled, Priest. I'd like to... think about it before I commit to anything."

"Which is... understandable," the man smirked. "Though, don't wait too long, friends. Judgement is at our very doorstep."

The group then walked on, with Galadriel, Ellen, and Demika telepathically agreeing to do some snooping around before they did anything else. There had to be something at the bottom of the brainwashed worshippers, and especially the seemingly posessed minister.

"Who was that man?" Ra inquired, once the group was at a safe distance.

"He was once a Catholic priest," Ellen said grimly. "I know, because my boyfriend, Andrew, used to attend mass at his cathedral. The priest has been missing for two weeks."

"A great evil holds sway over his mind," Galadriel said. "That much is obvious."

"Nothing more than a thrall, the poor dear," Demika sighed.

"We need to find whatever is controlling these people," Taurandir added.

"Then, let's stop debating it and go," Ra huffed.

[Kreshna Aryaguna Nurzaman]

Meanwhile, in Sudan....

Lieutenant Keyan Wolcoot could barely feel his legs; he was unable to move inside the cockpit of his crashed LAAT. His co-pilot did not move at all, and appeared to be dead.

He saw an angry mob amassing toward him; the civilian residence of the town. Keyan wondered what made them so hostile towards the Empire. If he recalled correctly, they was suffering under the occupation of NOD and the Orcs as well. If anything, the civilians should have stayed neutral instead of attacking the Empire.

But he did not have the time to ponder the thought as the mob was getting closer. With considerable effot, Lieutenant Wolcoot took his EE-11 Blaster Carbine from its holster and fired a short. BEOW! BEOW! BEOWW!! Some of the civilians fell down, but the rest continued to advance.

The Lieutenant counted his ammo. If help did not come soon, he would be dead for sure.

[Narsil]

OOC: So Lord Adam is still ignorant that it will spell doom for everything in existance? When the Doctor makes a claim like that, he likely means it.

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On board the TARDIS, a much older-looking version of its interior, a white haired old man wearing a polo shirt and was sat down and reading a book quietly, but was interrupted by a sudden flash of light and a familiar wheezing sound as another TARDIS appeared within, it was even the shape of a police box. The old man glanced up and cocked an eyebrow, remaining calm as he watched the doors open with a click.

"Well hello there," he said to the newcomers, a bleach-blonde haired woman and a redheaded man in an overcoat, "might I ask myself of the occasion."

"You may," the overcoat wearer said, "we've got plenty of time, haven't we?"

"So who is this, Doctor?" the blonde woman couldn't help but ask.

"This, Rose," the overcoat wearer replied, "is me, before my first regeneration."

"I know what's wrong," the First Doctor said, "I feel it now; the old ones isn't it?"

"Worse," the Eleventh Doctor replied, "it's the grandfather of all Lovecraftian creations, now you know where to meet, don't you."

"Yes, yes, now get a move on and remind our second form."

"Aye, will do," the Eleventh Doctor muttered, hopping back into his TARDIS.

The Eleventh Doctor's TARDIS vanished soon after and the First Doctor began manipulating the controls of his own TARDIS headed for the meeting point. As the First Doctor's TARDIS landed, he stepped out, glancing around at the two other TARDISes, exactly like his, which were already there. Stood before them were his Fifth and Ninth selves. The environment of this place seemed to have reverted to its 'gas station' personage, as per the requirements of its main inhabitant, who was supiciously absent.

"Fantastic!" the Ninth Doctor said at the arrival of the First, "Now where are the rest of us?"

The First Doctor was about to make a reply, but the appearance of three more TARDISes interrupted him. "Where's Q?" the Fourth Doctor asked as he stepped out of his TARDIS.

"We're not sure," the Ninth Doctor replied as the Third and Seventh Doctors stepped out of their TARDISes, "now a more important question; where's the rest of us?"

"Parked their TARDISes on the other side of the petrol station," the previously unseen Tenth Doctor replied, "all ten of us, the Eleventh is just dropping Rose off home, it's far too dangerous for her." The Tenth shrugged at that, "He should have remembered that she doesn't take no for an answer though."

"Tell me about it," the Ninth replied, "now let's all get to work, we've got a universe to save."

"Like always," the Fourth chuckled, "but it seems that eleven Doctors is better than one."

"Haven't we done this before?" the Eighth Doctor asked as he and the Sixth Doctor stepped out from around the petrol station, "Helped ourselves out that is?"

"Of course, my lad," the First Doctor said, "but only in grave emergencies."

"I'd call the End of the Universe a grave emergency," said the Fifth, "now let's get to work."

[Narsil]

The Third Doctor stepped out of his TARDIS, glancing about at the carnage and destruction that the battle between NOD and Imperial forces was causing. They hadn't noticed him yet, and hopefully wouldn't, so he took the best course of action and set off in his TARDIS again for the Death Star, arriving in the middle of the Command Centre with a flash.

"Well hello there," he said to the Imperial officers as he stepped out, "Allow me to congratulate you, sirs. You have the most dense skulls that I've ever encountered."

[Ra]

OOC: Dak, stay outta my battle in the Sudan, or I'll hop across the Atlantic and rip out your heart. Then eat it.

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Naquada-tipped death brought down yet another AT-ST, as several of the chicken-like walkers tried to get clear the scene of chaos swirling at their metallic feet. Imperial forces were pinned down all over the city, and now the population, swayed by Kane's charisma, fought alongside the Brotherhood. Throngs of people made movement through the city close to impossible, and worse, the armed mobs were proving effective, as far as meatshields went.

NOD and the orcs were both pestering Imperial units with attacks by dune buggies, but NOD had something even more effective up their sleeve; combat motorcycles, armed with naquada-tipped missiles. These were an extreme pain for the AT-ST's and aerial units, and in numbers reduced their war machines to scrap.

Two bikes zipped up behind a lumbering AT-ST, firing off their missiles. Before the tall machine's head could swivel around, they had already swooped behind the nearest corner. The vehicle fired anyway, destroying a wall and slaying several civilians not part of the mob. Blood and severed limbs flew as violent blaster energy took its toll.

The war machine was damaged, but still able to move. The driver cursed, and got the walker advancing forward once again, toward the site where one of the LAAT/i's had crashed.

But as the driver looked down at his controls, he had no time. Just as quick as he glanced back up, something shimmered into view. Two missiles spat from the strange vehicle, impacting the AT-ST's torso. It was the last thing the driver ever saw, as his vehicle fell apart at the waist, and the compartment filled with fire and shrapnel.

"I never actually expected the Imperials to attack us here," a NOD officer commented over phone. "They must think themselves truly skilled, or at least, desperate."

"And how is the battle progressing?"

"Much better than expected. Heavy losses amongst the civilians, and some orcs have gone down, but we've only had one or two losses. The Imperials are in complete disarray."

"Good."

[Narsil]

OOC: Dak, stay outta my battle in the Sudan, or I'll hop across the Atlantic and rip out your heart. Then eat it.

OOC: Kreshna requested the interference. Though I'm not sure what a single timelord (even if he is the Doctor) can do to make a difference in a massive battle. All the Doctor's going to do is tell the people on the Death Star to keep the civillians alive at all costs, otherwise they may find themselves being slapped in the face (literally, ) last week.

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"You stop the civillian killing," the Timelord said, "control your troops or you'll be slapped so hard that your ancestor will feel it."

One of the older stormtroopers rushed at him with that, and then the Doctor slapped the stormtrooper with an open palm. And then somewhen, somewhere, Jango Fett's father's father's father's father's father staggered backwards with a perplexed look on his face as to why he was just slapped, and who did it.

"Now, I bid you all an unfond farewell," the Third Doctor said, hopping back into his TARDIS and then vanishing along with the police box into the depths of the Time Vortex, and then back to Earth, in England, in the centre of a UNIT base, and quite some years ago.

[Narsil]

With a typical sound of a TARDIS' landing, Lord Adam was again interrupted by the Doctor's TARDIS appearing in the room.

"Hello there," the Ninth Doctor stepped out, straightening his leather jacket, "I'm sorry for my successor earlier, he's a bit more hamfisted than me when it comes to matters like this; what I think you lack is sufficient proof, since I think that you know thoughts can be forged, so I'm here to show you the most irrefutable evidence imaginable." He grinned, "I've got a Time Travelling Box stood behind me and it's time to take it to the apex of this conflict, what do you say?"

[Ra]

As the group walked along, delving deeper into the cult's headquarters, everyone moved with extreme care, in order not to alert anyone. Though it was of little need; most people in the building were in a zombie-like state, and paid the group no mind.

Suddenly Galadriel stopped, a strange expression on her fair face.

"What is it?" asked Demika.

"There is someone who can help us, on this world," Galadriel stated as she got the insight. "And another... another world has been pulled into this reality. But one there can help us."

"Then we should solicit their help as soon as possible," Demika nodded.

"Solicit?" Ellen asked.

"Wrong word, perhaps... But you get my point, dear," Demika winked.