Time Lords.
Being a Time Lord meant more than simply
having a good education, political power and a
pompous title. The Rassilon Imprimatur actually
changed the body of a Gallifreyan on a genetic
level, force-evolving them from mere terrestrial
beings into creatures of time, itself.
Many of the benefits from this are covered in
the Time Lord Trait, but there are a host of other
benefits as well, including bodily regeneration,
the ability to symbiotically link to a TARDIS
and the ability to survive for short periods
in the Vortex without immediate dissolution
(D6xResolve minutes, in game terms).
Most importantly of all, Time Lords are
‘mapped’ onto the Vortex by their genetic
investiture. This means, in effect, that a Time
Lord’s ‘reality’ is much more solid than other,
more ephemeral beings, and as a consequence
is that much harder to change or erase. Even
taking earlier incarnations out of their respective
timelines serves only to weaken a Time Lord
rather than erase them outright, and the
Blinovitch Limitation field around a time-knapped
earlier incarnation (in game terms, an RTD field
strength of 2, see pg.190 for more info) is so
strong that it is very difficult to do any permanent
harm to them. This gives a Time Lord time to
locate the source of their problem and hopefully
correct it before too much damage can be done to
their permanent timeline.
"Time Lords always bugger up the ships' predictive assessments because they can step out of the normal chain of causal events.What really got the wind up the VASs was that someone discovered another trans-temporal being on the sphere."
"Another Time Lord?"
"Not according to the Doctor; human, he says, the same as the other barbarians but souped up."
-The Also People
Only a few were blessed or damned with the Doctor's power to see the multiverse in all its vast, beautiful, bountiful, exotically coloured aspects, its glamouring glory. Those few knew how many truths could exist at once: the countless alternatives, the infinity of paradoxes, the billion twists of fate. That power only came with an understanding of how space could be a dimension of time, still hard for the average head to handle.
Time Lords are immune to time being slowed or stopped by time, and also to being erased from time by chronal disasters:
In the Director’s study the Master had installed himself at the Director’s desk, calmly drafting a proposal to double his own grant for the Director to sign. The clock of what
had once been the old stables began to chime. Suddenly the Master frowned and looked up. The chiming was slow, dragging, slurred, as if the old clock was somehow running down. But the Master knew better. It wasn’t the clock that was slowing down – it was time itself.
‘The fools!’ he snarled, and hurried from the room.
Time Lord weapons:
It’s an insult,’ Homunculette babbled. ‘The weapons of the High Council are legendary. We’ve
made defensive arrays the size of star systems, we’ve taken apart whole galaxies...’
But whatever the cause – and its almost certain that the full story has yet to be uncovered – the terrible War began. The Time Lords reached back into their own history, to assemble a fleet of Bowships, Black Hole Carriers and N-Forms; the Daleks unleashed the full might of the Deathsmiths of Goth, and launched an awesome fleet into the Vortex, led by the Emperor himself.
The War raged, but for most species in the universe, life continued as normal. The War was fought in the Vortex, and beyond that, in the Ultimate Void, beyond the eyes and ears of ordinary creatures. The Lesser Species lived in ignorance. If a planet found its history subtle changing – perhaps distorting and rewriting itself under the pressures of the rupturing Vortex – then its people were part of that change, and perceived nothing to be wrong. Only the Higher Species – those further up the evolutionary ladder – saw what was happening. The Forest of Cheem gazed upon the bloodshed, and wept. The Nestene Consciousness lost all of its planets, and found itself mutating under temporal stress. The Greater Animus perished and its Carsenome Walls fell into dust. And it is said that the Eternals themselves watched, and despaired of this reality, and fled their hallowed halls, never to be seen again…
Artron Cannons and Klypstromic Warheads:
His sustained assault on the host had torn enough holes in
its ranks to allow dematerialisation: even with the
Chronovores’ mastery over time, a point-blank artron pulse
was more than sufficient to tear their ethereal forms to fading
tatters, whilst a spread of Klypstromic warheads irradiated the
vortex itself, poisoning them and leaving them weak and
broken.
Armageddon Sapphire:
The Armageddon Sapphire was the darkest of dark secrets, buried so deeply inside the Matrix that it had taken technicians a thousand years to even prove its existence, let alone discern its function and purpose.
Born from Rassilon’s darkest moments and his most terrible fears, it combined everything he had learnt about the fundamental nature of reality into a single device. Forget time destructors, forget particle disseminators, forget the de-mat gun: the Armageddon Sapphire simply tore reality apart, agitating Higgs bosons to the point where the space-time continuum collapsed into Calabi-Yau Space like a house with its foundations gone. Theoretically, the universe could eventually re-form from the chaos. But it would take billions upon billions of years, and would bear no resemblance to what had gone before.
A total rebirth. The only thing that would stop the Enemy.
The only thing that would stop the Master. And once activated, it could never be stopped.
Parallel Cannons:
In our universe, neutrinos fill most solar systems, pouring out of suns in a never-ending flux. They pass like invisible rain, harmlessly through worlds and space travellers alike. Only in nova concentrations do they pose a danger. The parallel cannon was a point hole into another part of the universe, into the nova of an anti-sun. Into a killing density of neutrinos. When the hole opened they poured through like rain. Like a deluge. Physics worked differently there: those neutrinos killed. It was an antique weapon – the Third Zoners had been on the verge of Parallel Weaponry before the closure of that front, in the Fifth Time Assault, and apparently a temporarily indigenous rival species to the Elder Things also used something similar. It added to the verisimilitude that was a prime factor in avoiding the attention of the Enemy. In the stream of right-handed neutrinos, normal matter just came apart, its chirality: the underlying principle of quantum-handedness shattering. Organic matter lasted a fraction of a second longer as it twisted, sugars and amino acids turning and churning before disintegrating. Thin dust fell for miles around as the beam chewed into the outpost’s outer armour, the plant life and the atmosphere. The air started to fall in on itself. Leave a parallel-matter beam on, and you could eat through a world in three hours, use up its atmosphere in nine. Crude stuff.
In short, Time Lords stomp.
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