The seemingly endless wave of Tennoobs flowing from the TITIS quickly filled the Trial Room as panic struck the assembly. Gallifreyans of every house rushed the doors and fled. The Doctor, to his credit, remained quite calm and simply remarked "not again" before triggering a Vortex Manipulator on his wrist and vanishing.
Castellan Solis and the Chancellery Guards stormed the room, stasers drawn, firing into the fray, Sabrae, Im sure wishing she still had her wings, merely beat on the throngs of Tennoobs as we all tried to locate someplace safe to regroup.
It is well known that the inside of a Gallifreayn Time Travel Capsule is dimensionally transcendental, and therefore, much larger on the inside than the outside.
What is lesser known is that the pockets in Gallifreyan clothing are, also.
It is for this reason that it should come as no suprise to anyone that I pulled from the pocket of my waistcoat, a twenty foot long sledge hammer, with which I began smashing the Tennoobs in our path.
And, accidentally, Irwin.
Okay, maybe not so much accidentally.
The battle with he Tennoobs waged on for days. Many Time Lords and Ladies wound up undergoing multiple regenerations and large swaths of Zenobia Station became littered with flat, burned, beaten and generally pulverized Tennoobs before it was finally over.
After some time, I noticed people returning to the Trial Room.
Interesting thing about sentient life forms: no matter how advanced, they love their routines. It doesn't matter if the entirety of the Whole Kind of General Mish-Mash was on fire, sentients, even Time Lords, would still wander through their daily lives, discussing the weather or what programme had been on the sub-etha last evening.
And so, we returned for judgment.
Upon entering the Trial Room, Lord President Sen motioned for us to rise. The expression on his face was tired and angered. We could tell where this was going.
"Members of the so-called 'Killing Time Alliance', evidence has been presented by both sides of this matter and I have had to weigh the evidence presented to the Matrix.
"It is clear that you have, even by your own admission, meddled in the affairs, travels and lives of the Gallifreyan Time Lord known as the Doctor. The expressed reason of 'Well it was a a bit of a giggle, wasn't it?' does not hold as a legal excuse.
"That said, in light of your actions and assistance during the recent invasion of Zenobia Station, which I can only describe as the opening attack in The First Mediocre Time War, I am of the mind to show leniency.
"You will be permitted to continue your travels. HOWEVER..." It was with this that he turned to Rowan.
"You, Rowan, are New Gallifrey's most talented psy-reader of TARDISes, as well as having a background in dealing with abnormal and deviant minds of other sentient life forms. You will join them in their travels and shadow them, because, basically...There's something fundamentally WRONG with these people! Case is adjourned!"
And so it came to pass that we were free, or at least inexpensive, and we were now joined by a rather...enthusiatic eccentric TARDIS reader and technical specialist.
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