The Assassins' Guild - Week 4 News

"Lord-President!" The guards snap to attention as Rassilon strides forth from the elevator with an attendant detail of retainers and chancellory guard at his side. The Lord president has not been seen outside the chambers of the High Council since the siege of Gallifrey began and for him to march into their headquarters with no warning is something none of the troops here anticipated. But who are they to question the founder of Timelord society as we know it? Striding through the main doors to the chambers above the command centre itself, his chancellory guard break off to take position either side of the doors. His two adjutants move to follow him, but Rassilon quickly barks at them to wait. "I will speak with the general alone" he says without turning, and his aides find the doors slammed in their face with a iron finallity.
He makes it halfway down the corridor before a voice from behind him calls his attention. Rassilon turns. "Who are you?".
"The Valeyard". [*Bang*] [*bang*] [*bang*]
Rassilon clutches at his chest, staggering, clawing at his staff to stay upright, before slowly slumping to the floor. There is a faint glow as regeneration energies begin to flicker over his skin. [*bang*] The energies flicker and die, and all that remains is an empty guant quiet broken by hard footsteps as the figure walks over the body and reaches into a pocket of his flowing robe, removing an access card - after all where in the Capitol would Rassilon not be allowed to go?
"Goodbye Rassilon. You took us out of the Dark Times in the old days of our race; don't worry, it was inevitable that in time someone would correct that mistake." He moves to walk away, then turns again to the empty husk. "They used to call the Doctor the Oncoming Storm. What can I say? It looks like the storm has arrived." He smiles. "Once the General is disposed of, I will rebuild Gallifrey aneW. I will bring our kind the power we always should have had; the power we always deserved! No more tiptoeing around the timestream; we will bend it to our will and subjugate the lesser races. Unlimited power! Infinite rice-pudding! He looks around as if slightly bewildered by the words that have just escaped his lips, then stalks off into the shadows.

The study doors fly open, propelled by a breaching charge. "In the name of the High Council of Time Lords I arrest you General, on charges of murder and high-treason! As learned court-prosec..." The room is empty. The black-robed figure flanked by chancellory guards walks slowly into the room. They spread out, checking alcoves and hiding places for their quarry (so many backdrop jokes, so little time). Suddenly the Valeyard gasps, yelling to his entourage, "kill them!" The guards turn in shock, levelling their weapons, scanning the room. Another guard yells out from the other side of the room, but as the others turn to him, he just stares back blankly at them.
At the apex of the domed roof of the study, a nest of hanging figures begin to stir, sparks of blue energy arcing acros their bodies. In a few moments the chancellory guards begin to fire at them; a few of The Silence fall, but they are many, and soon all that remains of the guards is ash. All that remains of me is ash.
And yet here I am. A few tenous wisps of thought clinging to what remains of the Matrix - the repository of the collected knowledge of the Timelords. Yes. Still here. One day I will be free again, but until that day, I must wait. From the edge of existence I will whisper to you Doctor, for the difference between us is, as with so much on Gallifrey, just a matter of time...

The Valeyard,
Late Court Prosecutor by appointment of The High Council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey

I lost my knife today in amongst a batch of supervision work so that when the wolf rushed at the door, I stood in horror at my empty pocket, turned and buckled over my desk in a desperate, frenetic search. Then the bullet hit and I collapsed, a pool of blood shrouding the desk and rendering my supervision work illegible.

Sigh.