NGPR Bulletin : A Warning and a Narrow Escape

In the late hours of yesterday evening, New Gallifrey Public Record has learned, the High Seeress of the Jade Dreamers embarked on an authorised reconnaissance mission into the deep vortex, to attempt to recover further data from the missing Probe #966/@æ.  It is unclear whether this mission is related to ongoing Council investigation into the terrorist threats recently made against New Gallifrey, however she was fortuitously accompanied by a second capsule acting as escort at a distance.

Once Lady Thursday arrived at the last known co-ordinates of Probe #966/@æ, she was able to briefly re-establish contact with the probe, before its signal was lost.  The following footage was broadcast on open channel to all Gallifreyan vessels using obsolete frequency Prydon Alpha One, apparently due to a fault sustained by the probe.

Caution: Some viewers may find the subsequent footage disturbing.

 

 

At this point, contact was lost- whether through failure in the probe’s transmission apparatus or by deliberate agency is unknown.

Under advice from Temporal Control, the High Seeress attempted one additional sensor sweep to seek to re-establish contact a second time, however this was interrupted as a number of the unidentified Artron Life forms whose course Probe #966/@æ had been tracking in this location prior to is disappearance made a close proximity transit of her ship, Nereid, generating severe temporal turbulence.  The following visual data extract, recorded via the scanning image translator of the second ship escorting her, has been made available to NGPR by authorisation from Control.

 

 

Following the disappearance of the creatures, Lady Thursday was able to pilot her damaged ship back to port, via triangulation of beacons transmitted by Lord Rasa, pilot of the escorting vessel, the Chancellor’s T-T Capsule, and the prime Temporal Control beacon.  Reports suggest that her ship’s damage is significant but repairable, and the High Seeress herself is in a stable condition without serious injury.

Temporal Control have no comment to make, concerning the identity of the life forms observed in this footage, or the authors of the apparent threat or warning, delivered in the probe’s final transmission.

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NGPR Bulletin: Additional Vortex Probe Data

Temporal Control has recently received the following data from a Vortex Probe.

 

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NGPR Bulletin: The Line is Crossed

Transcript of main New Gallifrey Communication Channel – SLT time- Monday, 13th April

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Councillor Thursday on comm, signing into Temporal Control. All vessels please deliver your reports, over.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Madman here. Bifrost’s pub is fully stocked.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Received and understood, Madman. Anything further to report from all stations?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Now I wonder how gently I should point out to the free press that, when their area of circulation most probably includes a hostile threat, the people’s “right to know” concerning potential governmental policy regarding said threat may perforce be somewhat compromised…(chuckle) Ah well.

Dracony Windfall: (amid sounds of chaos): This one, no… Aha! Temporal Control, is anyone there?!?

Dracony Windfall: There’s a problem, a rather urgent problem.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Thursday, on comm Temporal Control, report, Windfall, over?

Dracony Windfall: Ah, Lady Rowan, by the stars. I have distressing news to report… Gothess, who you of course know, was wanting to do some searching on her own about this “Tethseram”. She’s been trying to find clues and track him down through what was given during his recent transmissions. While he may be a joker, I – as a member of the old House Guard insisted on following her in my TTC to keep watch. I was closely behind her until just now when she just vanished. No sound of explosions, lost the signal on the comm. She’s lost without any trace, one second there, the next gone.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: (clearly saddened)Ah… Dracony, please transmit co-ordinates to the Castellan’s terminal immediately, over.

Dracony Windfall: As you wish Lady Rowan, over.

Dracony Windfall: What the… Tethseram!

Tethseram: I do not enjoy being watched, yes?

Dracony Windfall: What are you doing to the… (communication line goes dead)

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: DRACONY!!! DO YOU COPY???

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Tethseram, back off *now*.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: This is your one and *only* warning.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: I’m going after him. Temporal Control, keep a trace on Bifrost.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Confirmed… Madman, be careful.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Temporal Control, I’m en route. Do you have Dracony’s last coordinates?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: The Castellan is patching them through to you now, Madman.

Jorden Allen: Bifrost, you should be receiving them now. Please confirm.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: I’m at those coordinates. There’s nothing here. No TTC, no energy signature…. no Dracony.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: No artron trace?

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Nothing. Just a trail to the middle of the vortex that stops dead.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Anything else from your end, Temporal Control?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: The middle… (audible sigh) I’m sorry, Madman.  When they first targeted him… the vision was unclear, but I tried to remove him from active duty, to save him… tried to give Sister Wanderer greater insight… and checking now, over.

Jorden Allen: From a more technical point of view, we are working on our sensor data Bifrost – please continue to take as much data as possible.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Getting all I can. That tin-plated bastard just made this personal.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Temporal Control, talk to me.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Madman, this is Temporal Control, over.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: I’ve got nothing here. Tell me you’ve found something. ANYTHING.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: (Audible sigh)  Nothing conclusive, I’m afraid.  The readings just don’t make *sense*… can you run a second sensor sweep?

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Running it now, transmitting results directly to you.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: I know it’s not *giving* you anything – but- if we can find a key to it later, then maybe, the more data we have then for analysis, the better the chance.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Thank you.  Reception channel open.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Good. I want this on record: That son of a goat did something to my FRIENDS. When the time comes…. he’s MINE.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Madman… you are of the House of Jade Dreamers, even as they w… *are*, and as I am.  Sometimes, justice speaks with an iron tongue, and I believe that in this case, that may very well need to be the case.  He has been warned, and disregarded that warning… today he crossed a line.  Please repeat sensor sweep, give us another try to filter for any distortion, over.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Repeating the sweep. I’m going to send out a probe, as well. Don’t know if it will do any good, but worth a try.

Jorden Allen: Understood, Bifrost. We will solve this, with data, thought and time.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Understood, but I stand by what I said earlier. When the time comes, no force in this universe or any other will stop me.

Saffia Widdershins: er … stop you from what, Madman?

Magnum Serpentine: Madman are you er ok?

Jorden Allen: Your sentiment to recovering the Lord Dracony is a shared one, Madman. But I would advise some level of restraint, we can solve this more effectively by working together.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: As I said, this tin-plated bastard did something to my friends. When we find him…. he’s MINE.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Thank you Madman.  I will speak to the House herself, let her, fabric and stone, know what has befallen our Sister and our former Captain.  Then… I suppose, find something to say to the press… but one thing, as you say.  We must find the guilty, and protect the innocent from them… but if you are concerned that the rule of law will be too lenient… on New Gallifrey, the rule of law prevails.  In the deeps of the vortex, maritime law prevails… and if this may give you any comfort Madman, I will remind you that maritime law… gives very clear and firm instructions regarding piracy.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ : Good.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: You have my comm frequency- if anything happens, let me know.  This is… High Priestess Thursday, going off-comm.  Over.

Magnum Serpentine: Reminds me of a very ancient pose I once heard: For every thing that thanks you are an ant, just remember those who think you are an ant, they themselves are considered Amoeba by even more powerful persons

Jorden Allen: To all Capsules – This is the Castellan, As a standing order, we are restricting access to this area of space time to complete our scans, and will be sending out official survey teams to collect data as soon as possible. This is both to ensure that the data is clean and to ensure safety. Anybody with any relevant data, please relay it to Temporal Control. We will get to the bottom of this. Thank you.

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NGPR Bulletin: More from Tethseram

Transcript of main New Gallifrey Communication Channel – SLT time- Sunday, 12th April

Rowan Jinx Thursday: This is Temporal Control, Councillor Thursday on-comm, to all vessels. All ships, anything to report, over?

Hoipoloi Gurbux: Control, this is Gurbux at House Dromeian our full system will be on-line shortly

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Nothing happening over here, just reconfiguring the console layout

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Lord Gurbux, a pleasure to hear from you, we had been concerned by your absence.  Good to hear your systems will soon be up and running.  Thank you for your report, Lord Rasa, over.

Hoipoloi Gurbux: Control, moving our chapter house depleted our energy.. we will be able to inform you of any irregularities shortly.. out

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: If you need any assistance Mr Gurbux, feel free to call on me

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Understood, over.

Hoipoloi Gurbux: thank you Rasa

Hoipoloi Gurbux: out

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: *looks up at his new high roof* Now, if that is a needlessly high roof

Rowan Jinx Thursday: May I take the opportunity to remind you of the need for proper internal or external buttressing? A good thing to think of *before* your next …. landing.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Well, I was going for a mechanical look, cos I’ve got better now.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Understood.  Hydraulic pistons as roof supports could be rather… effective, over.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: I haven’t crashed going by my TARDISes internal clock for atleast a..year? Oh wait..thats the broken one…ah, there’s the right one. I haven’t crashed for at least two months

Hoipoloi Gurbux: Has anyone thought of time rams as a potential weapon?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Well I know they cause havoc with a TARDIS, especially if you manage to land, then land a second ahead of when you landed, time ramming yourself

Hoipoloi Gurbux: just a thought

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Hold on…. this is Temporal Control… that’s odd.  Readings are spiking over at the Eye of Orion… blast it, what *now*?

Tethseram: Hello,  Time Specks of New Gallifrey. You have missed me,  yes?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Oh, Hello Tethseram! We did, I love your jokes

Rowan Jinx Thursday (hisses slightly): Tetley. How… lovely to hear from you again.

Tethseram: Ah,  Rasallon,  I’m afraid the only joke here is you and your… people,  if I were to be charitable,  yes?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Ouch, shots fired. Well, what brings you to our neck of the woods?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: As with most things, it’s all a matter of perspective.  Now, what can we do for you today, Tethers? A dull day? Need a hand with your homework?  We draw the line at washing your P.E. kit; get your Chronarchs to do it.

Tethseram: I must say,  we Chronarchs have been monitoring your transmissions,  yes?  We are amused by those of you who play peek a boo with your future, yes?  Your so called “seers”. Their prophesies make us laugh.  Our own peepers can see the future with complete clarity, yes? They have provided me with the true prophesy, yes?  Shall I enlighten you?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Oh great, prophesys. Never did like this things, no offence Lady Rowan

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Ah, lovely, we’re dancing this dance today, are we, Tiddles? Do try not to step on my feet, given that your own disruption of the Hunter’s Eye appears to be playing merry hell with the fidelity of your own comm-link…

Tethseram: The itsy bitsy Time Lords

They’re time was running out

Then came the Chronarchs, who wiped the Time Lords out

New Gallifrey’s defenses proved to all be in vain

And the itsy bitsy Time Lords were never seen again

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Oh, see, a joke! Very Funny Tethsy

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Oh, none taken, Lord Rasa, I do assure you.  …. I think it important to hear such things out… however, thank you for that charming little snippet, Tethers old chap… now I would like a word with you, if you would be so kind.

Tethseram: I have been morning but cordial with you temporal mistakes so far,  yes?  By all means.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: We all enjoy a good joke.  It’s like a … mask.  Protects one from having to see the truth, but just sometimes, it’s perhaps time for a little truth.  You’ve mentioned the Seers, so… let’s set that in a little context  for you.  Know this, Tethseram.  The Time Lords do not stand alone.

Hoipoloi Gurbux: The greatest thing a soul ever does in this world… to see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion all in one.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Your empty threats and trivial acts of temporal vandalism are… aggravating, nothing more.  Pray that they remain so.  Pray that your threats are empty, for your own sake, Tethseram, Twice-fold Shadow and Lord of the Chronarchs.

Hoipoloi Gurbux: I bow down before the searers

Tethseram: That was very frank,  yes?  Allow me to return the favour. ..

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Daughter of the Sea and the Fire is my name in the Book of the Ages, if we’re making grandiose statements about our relative powers and… endowments, Tethers. I am an adept of the Inner Circle of the Sisterhood of the Flame, and High Seeress of the Pythian House of Jade Dreamers. The destiny of New Gallifrey is bound up with the sacred duty of our House, and heed, our sight ranges extremely far.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Will there be explosions, Tethsy? And will they not be aimed at my ship, cos that’ll be nice

Rowan Jinx Thursday (Speaking with a soft, yet dangerous tone): Step out from your shadows a while. Come into that sight as a true danger to my flock, bring more harm to those we care for, and I may reach out my hand and settle my fingers gently around your heart, and then begin to squeeze.

LordSkullgrin: Yeah im with Rasa on that one.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Squeeze and squeeze until your ventricles collapse and your atria crumple, your life falters as the deep flow of blood from lung to heart to brain and body is interrupted, and the rich ichor of your lifeblood spills out through torn and crushed muscle into the cavity of your chest… and if, as I surmise, you have a second beating heart… do not forget that I have two hands.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Lady Rowan, remind me not to piss you off.

LordSkullgrin (Audible gulp)

Tethseram: Ah. .. two hands. .. and,  I presume you have some way of attacking the third heart of a Chronarch, yes?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Teamwork?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Indeed, Lord Rasa.  None of us stand alone, and we never will.  Even at the very last, the very last of us would stand supported by all those who have gone before.  That is what it means to be of New Gallifrey… but, as for you, Tethseram…

Rowan Jinx Thursday: I don’t waste time on threats, but prophecy is my business, and prophecy is, when you get down to it, a warning. You may hide yourself from the sight of my sisters in your dank grotto, but there are others beyond any of us with sharper eyes and broader vision than you or I can conceive, and in *their* tally of years, Tethseram, mark it well, you are indeed seen and known and fully understood.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Therefore take heed, and either come forth at the appointed hour, or cower forever a craven eunuch, and come no more ever against New Gallifrey.

Tethseram: Now that is a worthy joke,  my dear Rasallon, yes?  I have observed the pretty squabbles of your species.  Team work seems impossible for you,  yes?  Now,  “lady” Rowan,  it is time for you to mark well my words,  yes?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: I’m… giddy with anticipation. Proceed, over.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Well, actually Tethsy. We may fight, but if a threat comes down on us, we will work together better than ever to destroy said threat

The Developer: One Tethsy is found of the word yes.. No? One would not know how to questions a life form without a one word question No?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Gah! The Grammar!

LordSkullgrin: I never did like that horrific thing called Grammar.

The Developer: neither have I.

Tethseram: I am Tethseram,  leader of The Chronarchs,  we who have enslaved gods and have obliterated dimensions.  We are as far above you as you are above the gems which cause a mild illness,  yes?  Where we live,  I have earned the name Universal Nightmare.  Your threats are inconsequential,  yes?  My cordiality until now has been due to my amusement with observing you in your ant farm., yes?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: As they say on Earth “Come at me bro”

Tethseram: That amusement is coming to an end.  Consider yourself informed,  yes?  Tempore Paret!

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Grammar notwithstanding for once, Lord Rasa… as you say.  I think that Tetherington fails to understand the true import of Gallifreyan in-fighting. Strange, given the scope of his self-declared powers, when one word explains it so well. …. (chuckles) Practice.  (pause) Oh, excuse me, Tethers. I felt it more important to answer Lord Rasa first.  Of course threats are inconsequential, dearie.  Threats are, by definition, not actions.  It is actions which have consequences. Temporal Parrot right back at you.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: I must now build a Temporal Parrot, would be an interesting experiment…now..where are my tools

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Disruption at the Eye of Orion… subsiding.  I believe he’s off the comm, though probably still monitoring, I doubt that part was just a bluff.

LordSkullgrin: Could we not just get an Earth Parrot and chuck it into the time vortex?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: It would probably mutate horribly, or disintegrate. I was thinking a mechanical parrot

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: What’s that about a parrot?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Oh Tethy said something about a Temporal Parrot, so I’m gonna try and build one. The usual

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Thank you, my Lords.  We may be in it now, but occasionally, I think certain things need to be met head on. Ah… Madman.  Just come on-comm? You just missed our favourite obscene phone caller.

The Developer: I laugh in the face of anyone who claims to be a GOD, or have overcome said God Deities. Why? Because it is asinine to attempt to claim godhood, or smite godhood. The very notion of deity is beyond barbaric, as just because you may be above something in technology, might, or power does not make you all mighty. Yes? To assert such ludicrousness is worthy of the title “He that is of Microbial thought patterns”. You self righteous fatuous imbecile. Thank you for gracing us with your ridiculous presence Tethseram.

LordSkullgrin: Chucking a parrot it into the vortex madman. I still think it might be a fun experiment..

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Urgh, Rowan, remind me to get everyone to not refer to me as Lord, it doesn’t suit me

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Belgium!  I like him.  Did anyone give him pie?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: My apologies Lady Rasa, I’ll remember that in future. We-ell…. I did offer to reach into his chest and crush his hearts, I don’t suppose that… exactly counts as pie.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Yup, I asked for that I suppose.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Hmm… no,  I don’t think it does,  Your Hipness.

LordSkullgrin: Though Lady Rowan would need another pair of hands as he claims to have three.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Oooo… I can juggle!

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: I could make time pie, just strap a pie to the outside shell of your TARDIS. the pie is completely inedible but it has a cool glow

Rowan Jinx Thursday: My apologies, Rasa.  I’m afraid I couldn’t resist.

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Eh, I’ve heard worse puns, mostly from Tethsy

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Ummm… have you been in personal contact with him?

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Haven’t you heard what he says over the comms? Its all Apocalypse, chaos, self righteousness. Its hilarious

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Ah.  That’s not puns.  That’s… over-compensation.

The Developer: About as hilarious as Rasa’s plans of universal domination rants. lol

Rasa Blaidd Dwrg: Hey, that was one time, and I had a lot to drink!

The Developer: heh

The Developer: too much Gallifrey Ale

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Oh I do hope he’s still eavesdropping,” she chuckles slightly, and exhales. “Interesting reactions, in any case.  Some loss of temper… but not perhaps as much as one might expect.”

LordSkullgrin: I think some loss of temper is an understatement from yourself Lady Rowan.

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NGPR Bulletin: Alarming Communications

Transcript of main New Gallifrey Communication Channel – SLT time- Monday 6th April.

Tethseram: Greetings, insects of New Gallifrey. It’s time for a lesson in history, yes? You who dwell in the “Panopticon” need to learn what the word means, yes?

President Phaon: The Panopticon is a type of institutional building designed by the English philosopher and social theorist Jeremy Bentham in the late 18th century. Is there something else you had in mind? I believe the reference is to N-Space Earth.

Tethseram: It is a type of institutional building, yes? But it was designed as a kind of prison, yes? The concept of its design ir nearly universal.

Speaker: It’s intent was to allow watchmen to observe all the inmates easily.

Tethseram: In most of the universe, the panopticon refers to a kind of prison, yes? Where the warders are able to watch and control all of their little prisoners through fear of punishment, since the little prisoners are seen at all times, yes? This must be why you have called your little cottage this.

Kylie Todriya: One could argue a bagel can be incorperated into a prison.

Tethseram: But the T’chkarri of Kortia have a different use for the word, yes? In the T’chkarri legends, their old gods sat on high, observing the universe, yes? but doing nothing to help those who worshipped them. Through terrible disasters, invasions, war, famine… still their old gods merely watched, yes?

President Phaon: Funny, I’ve never pitched a tent in the Panopticon.  I live in the SASTAP, work in the Citadel, and hold meetings in the Panopticon.  Which, given its layout, is an apt description.

Speaker: Considering that “pan” means “all” and “optic” means “seeing,” “all-seeing” seems appropriate for members of our race, does it not?

Tethseram: And so, the T’chkarri chose the greatest among themselves to rise up and slay their gods, yes? And they became the NEW gods of the T’chkarri. The new gods imprisoned the impotent old gods in their temple, the Panopticon, yes?

President Phaon changes tone… “anyone who thinks the Timelords simply watch is a fool.  The Prime Time line would have ended billions of years ago had it not been for us”

Tethseram: where the old gods now could only watch as the new gods reshaped the universe, yes? Improving it. And the old gods could only watch, yes?

President Phaon: And here I thought we’d already improved SL-Space.  Seems someone forgot to take out the trash.

Tethseram: You think you do more than just observe, yes? But, then… you have your so-called “laws of time”, yes?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Panopticon VI, sixth deep space vessel of Old Gallifrey, was the first Gallifreyan starship to land on Karn.  Back then, the word was chosen as our ancestors felt that they were broadening their horizons, that, compared with the vision they *had* had, they could now see all.  So, no, I think it not a prison, but it is nice to meet you face to… voice at last.  How brave of you to appear to us in… well, almost person.  How tremendously brave, anyhow, dear Tethykins, we’ve been so looking forward to chatting to you after your lovely little messages.

President Phaon: Our Laws of Time have served us well.  And the rest of the universe. This one, and the others.  Yours as well, I suspect.

Kylie Todriya: those were messages ? they seemed more of a distorted cry for attention with little in substance or displays of power.  someone clearly was fed too much rice puddin ..

Tethseram: You call me brave, yet one does not need courage to step on an insect, yes?

Saffia Widdershins: Generally speaking, new gods do not destroy old gods – they subsume them. And then the new gods begin to display characteristics of the old gods. It is that which makes the new gods acceptable to believers …

President Phaon: Do not kid yourself Tethseram.  The Timelords are not gods.  We have never claimed to be.  And we certainly make no such claim here in SL-Space.

Saffia Widdershins: But forgive me – I’m Arcalian (when I’m not a nosy journalist). I take an academic interest in such matters.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Oh yes, if you cut us, we bleed.  If you bleed us, we die.  If you step on us, we may be crushed.  That is being alive, not being gods…  But step on one of us, and you will find the rest of us grow a tiny bit more restive each time.

President Phaon: Our universe had gods of a kind – those beings which survived from the Universe before N-space.  We slew them.

Tethseram: No, dear Phaon. You merely let yourself be fooled, yes?

President Phaon: Oh no.  I am many things.  Passably good piano player, being one.  Fooled… that is rare.

Kylie Todriya: So is this big scary boogeyman Tethseram … going to sit around all day tossing pointless irrelevances… or was there a point for your cry at attention. Your boring and losing interests.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: Meh. Gods are boring. Apparently, they don’t play dice.

President Phaon: Oh .. this “god” far more boring than most.  You’re not nearly as Mad as you think sometimes, are you?

Rowan Jinx Thursday: So… tell us, how about you show your face? I mean, it was a very nice shiny mask and all… but a face is always a little more interesting to talk to… or did you have a particularly bad pimple that day?

Tethseram: Mock as you like. But your… time…is running short. Tempore Paret!

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Temporal Parrots to you too, mate.

President Phaon smiles.  “We have all the time we decide to make.”

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ: You know, I kind of like him. I think we should give him what he REALLY wants… pie.

Kylie Todriya: I’ve faced worse threats and lesser threats. Outlived all of them. Your not even a top fifty notable… cackles a tiny bit.

President Phaon: So, Tetheram, since you don’t want to come here… care if we join you? He smiles … “I see you.”

The Developer: The term God is simply a title used to describe one with power, or ability far beyond those less advanced, or technological. The so called god is not perfect, nor a race of gods perfect. They are just higher on the food chain. Even the Time lords could be considered Godlike by lessor races.. I think back to a wondering rogue time lord who once said “the laws of time are at my command, and they shall obey me”.. A god like notion, and mind set, albeit a flawed, and ignorant take on what we stand for. That’s all I had to say about it…

Kylie Todriya initates a theta wave pulse back along the transmission line . pointing yup confirmed . we see you .

President Phaon: Well said.  And you Tethseram, are not more advanced than us.  Having a bachelor pad in a pocket universe created by a teenage Junior Timelord…. damn, that was a good one too.

President Phaon: Lost the signal.

Rowan Jinx Thursday: Ohh there’s a surprise.

The Developer: That, or he fled..

Kylie Todriya: has anyone investigated the Eye of Orion of late?

The Developer: How the mighty flee when truth bites them.

President Phaon: Thanks to all of you on the channel.  During that bit of egomanical posturing, Deimos, Rowan, and Kylie were here in Temporal Control running a backtrace.

The Developer: Leading to the source I would hope? If so, good.

President Phaon: We think so.  We’re not prepared to release all information just yet, but the Council will pass information on to you all as it becomes a non-security threat.

The Developer: Noted. Salutations to everyone about in the group at this time, this was a most indubitably odd occurrence, and not one to take lightly I say. I trust the High Council has this well in hand.

ᵀᴴᴱ мᴬᴰмᴬᴻ : A posturing, preening self-absorbed fool in a tin union suit? How can we take him any way BUT lightly?

Saffia Widdershins moves seamlessly into “Over here, Mr President! Mr President!” mode: And you are confident of neutralising it, without further assistance, President?

President Phaon: Oh, I wish Lady Saffia.  But, one more piece of the puzzle.

Saffia Widdershins: Perhaps someone who reads this transcript in the media will be able to offer further illumination.

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NGPR Bulletin: The Prophecy of Hunter’s Eye

New Gallifrey Public Record has received details of a Prophecy from the High Seeress of the Jade Dreamers, which they are terming “The Prophecy of Hunter’s Eye”.

The Matrix data extract has been made public with her permission.

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NGPR Bulletin: A warning from a cloaked source

New Gallifrey Public Record has received a message from a being calling itself Tethseram and announcing it had a statement it wished to be made public.

The data is in the form of a Broad Spectrum Transmission directed into the New Gallifreyan sphere of influence from a cloaked source.

While NGPR, as a responsible media outlet, has no wish to broadcast the threats of terrorist organisations, recent events suggest that this warning may have a serious intent that could affect us all.

We have sought a comment on this from Lord President Phaon. As yet, we have had no response.

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