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The Time War had raged for longer than anyone had cared to count. The Warrior had been alive for almost all of it, bouncing around in his TARDIS, doing whatever he could to stop it. Hell, he’d even accept a mitigation of its effects at this point. But right now, he was dangerously close to the edge. He’d heard rumours about a superweapon, held within the basement of the Omega Arsenal. The Moment. But he didn’t know how to get to it. Maybe he could call on an old friend or two to turn a blind eye. Then, the scanner on his console lit up.
“Some kind of interdimensional energy leak?” The Warrior muttered, taking himself in to investigate. Perhaps this would take his mind off it. Then, he saw the sector. 75-P. He opened the door, and saw the hole in reality. Kaleidoscopic lights shimmered out, and the Warrior saw someone he hadn’t seen in a thousand centuries. The King of the Divergence. He immediately remembered what he had said, all those years ago. On that terrible day, you will know what to do. That was the confirmation he needed. “You haven’t met me yet, but you will.” The Warrior pensively sighed. “And here’s what I need you to tell the Doctor, when you meet him.”
The Warrior closed the doors, having told the King what he needed to. He sighed, walking over to the console. Another paradox. The last paradox. There would be no more war. He opened a communications channel to an old friend who had been in hiding for centuries.
“Hello, Braxiatel. I need your help with something.”