Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170408210604/@comment-26977364-20170411014720

(Thanks for accepting again. BTW The Doctor's neutral, he always is when violence is involved (unless that includes the Daleks).)

The TARDIS, spinning out of control, alarms and signals blaring like wildfire inside the console room drove the Doctor to insanity, metaphorically speaking. These readings could not be right. They couldn't be possible. According to them, some unknown entity had tore the walls of the dimensions and space-time continuums apart, leaving them all to mix and mingle as they please. Not good at all.

"Stop it, just stop it!" The Doctor shouted to no one in particular as he frantically tried to control the TARDIS and read his analytical scans at the same time. The amount of pressure, matter-related, metaphysical and physical was effecting the ol' girl a lot, sending her spiralling out of the Time Vortex (which, mind you, was ripped all to hell) and into the void of nothingness which surrounded the universes no more.

'[i]Keep it together, Doctor...[/i]' The Doctor thought to himself, protecting his face from a flash of sparks and smoke, while the cloister bells rang painfully in his ears. Red alert was on, conservation of power, and he really hoped the TARDIS wouldn't go into Battle mode again like last time...

A tremendous shudder of the entire TARDIS complex brought the exterior to a hault, but the interior to a wobbly, painful stop. The Doctor was flung from his side of the hexagonal console all the way to the doors, landing on his back. Luckily, the gravitational stabilisers kicked in just enough to allow him to stand properly.

Outside, one would see that the TARDIS landed on an angle, its bottom panel digging into the... ground? The Doctor had landed somewhere, maybe flung into a different universe. He'd fix the TARDIS later, he needed to map his position to find out what universe he was actually [i]in[/i].

Stumbling out of the door, his face partially covered in soot (that he oh-so desperately attempted to dust off), the renegade Time Lord took a minute to soak in his new environment.

An absolute cluster-fuck of lasers, cosmic explosions and fighting. He hated fighting.

Oh, this was going to be a long day.