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Enter The Rani: Part 2 #DoctorWhoFanFic



Description: As just a baby the Rani and her parents are returned to Gallifrey from Earth in disgrace for becoming too entrenched in Human customs. The Rani’s parents are stripped of their regenerations as punishment and thus begins a life long quest on behalf of the Rani to find out how to restore regenerations without the approval of the High Council of the Time Lords. Along her studies the Rani meets such colourful characters as the Doctor and the Master and sets in motion lifelong friendships and feuds.


Find Part 1 HERE


Enter The Rani (Part 2)

On my first day at the Prydonian Academy I sat under a silver leafed candonwood tree on the orange grass of the grounds utterly alone. We had finished our inductions and had been cleared for a break before beginning our studies in earnest. I pulled at the stiff scarlet robes swamping my tiny frame and scratched absent mindedly at my neck which was itching due to the hot, stiff collar. The robes were utterly unsuitable for the weather, but that probably only made the Council love them more. Anything ghastly and unnecessary seemed to delight them. It meant that they could be held apart. That they were so above everyone else that they could ignore comfort and temperature. And from us, the young Time Lords at the Prydonian Academy, their successors would surely be chosen. We were the best and brightest that Gallifrey had to offer. Tradition dictated that leaders were to be chosen from our school, and there was nothing that the Council loved more than tradition… Except, perhaps, saving face.

I scowled out at the other children talking in groups. They all seemed so happy. They had it so easy. They gained access to this academy by virtue of their lineage. Me, I had to work for it. I had to excel in every aspect so that my entry couldn’t be denied no matter how great a disgrace my family was. I was miles ahead of those soft children yet they despised me. They thought me lesser. The irony burned me like a forge. It didn’t matter. I wasn’t there to make friends. I was there to gain access to the finest technology and instruction that Gallifrey had to offer. I had no interest in the rituals and traditions of the Council. I only wanted to save my mother. To give her life as she had me. I would play their games only to meet my own ends.

I was so intent on my glaring at the insipid children of the ruling class that I had failed to notice that a shaggy haired boy was sitting in the tree above me until he nearly came toppling down on top of me. He was a shocking sight. Legs flailing above his head, robe almost suffocating his head and all the while he squeaked,

“I’m alright, I’m alright.”

He awkwardly managed to get his head above his feet and his feet onto the ground and tried to sit nonchalantly next to me. I fixed the boy with a contemptuous glare. I wasn’t there to make friends.

“I’m Theta,” the clumsy boy said sticking out a lanky arm with long bony fingers that seemed to jut out oddly. Bits of candorwood twigs still clung to his disheveled robes and a few silver leaves protruded from his scruffy hair.

“I know who you are,” I responded coolly and stared straight ahead. I knew who all of these foolish Time Lords were. Although they treated me with contempt I made it my business to know who they were, who I had to beat, what their weaknesses were, and how I could use them to my advantage. But even had I not been so attentive I still would have known who this gawky boy was. Everybody knew who Theta was.

“You know me?” He stared at me with his deep brown eyes, like pools of curiosity. It was the closest thing I had ever seen to looking into the Untempered Schism.

“Everybody knows you,” I responded evenly. I began looking straight ahead again. I could see all I needed through my periphery vision. I didn’t need to give him the satisfaction of my attention. He had enough from the rest of the world. Our future commander.

“Ah,” he nodded and looked down at his neglected hand and then placed it awkwardly in his lap. “I guess they know of me in the same way everyone knows of you. “Ushas, the human.”

The insult to my birth right that he so casually delivered struck me like a blow. I turned on him in a fury and hissed,

“You’re the human. You’re the one from a tainted loom. I am of full Time Lord blood, born of a proud linage of Time Lords and Ladies. There is no contamination in my blood.”

I stood up and moved to stalk away but the weedy looking boy grabbed hold of my hand and held it with such intensity that I could not move away.

“I am sorry,” he finally said. “I didn’t mean it as an insult. More that the fame of your unusual birth experience proceeds you. You are unique here, an anomaly. As Am I. I thought that perhaps…” His voice trailed off.

“What?” I snapped looking down at him. Seeing at once how lonely and fragile this child was. That he too was an outcast.

“I thought we could be friends,” he stammered.

“I don’t need friends,” I said and shook his hand free of mine. I began walking away when his soft words halted me.

“I do.”

I turned and stared at him. This pathetic figure, covered in leaves, his Prydonian robes, that would have been worn for the first time today, already tattered, and wondered how is it that he could be prophesized to be the future leader of Gallifrey where as I was denied even being humoured with the thought of being on the Council at all. And his birth was just as scandalous as mine, yet he was destined for greatness and his family revered whilst mine was in ruins. I stared at him contemplating exactly how to respond. The best way to cut him down.

“Hey, human,” I heard a voice behind me sneer. I turned, ready to lash out at who had dared insult me. It was a chubby, older boy, with pink cheeks. He looked like the kind of child who sat about eating all day instead of attending to his studies. Even this disgusting behemoth thought to insult me.

“Cousin,” Theta’s voice rang out resigned, “If being human makes me less like you then I would be glad of it. Call me human all you like. I want to be nothing like you. You revolting Slitheen.”

The ginger boys face flushed redder than his hair and he dove on top of Theta, fists thrashing wildly. At this point it dawned on me that although Theta had been destined for greatness, his abnormal birthing journey made him just as much as an outcast as I was. And that a disenfranchised boy, destined for greatness, would be not only easy to manipulate but endlessly useful. So in that moment I made the worst and best decision of my life. To save the scrawny boy from his beating and to make him my ally.

In my training for joining the Academy I had undertaken much physical training. I could lift far heavier loads than my petite frame belied. I easily pick up the chubby ginger boy and tossed him unceremoniously down onto his rump. He groaned uncomfortably, rubbed at his back and shot a look of pure poison at me. I smiled back in return, as sweetly as a schlenk blossom.

“You’re just as big a freak as he is,” he roared at me. “Stupid humans. You shouldn’t even be allowed here. You’ll dilute our bloodlines. My dad says you’ll bring about our ruin, you will.”

“Well perhaps you better stay away than,” I murmured with irritating calm. “You never know what we barbarous humans might do. Why, we’re just as unstable as any dalek.”

“You’re mad,” the chubby boy yelled getting to his feet. “You pair belong together. They should put all of you freaks together then throw you into the Schism.”

“Enough, Cousin.” Theta had gotten to his feet. He spoke with such intensity that the whole Academy grounds stood still. All the children stopped to stare at him as his authority rang across the yard. I looked at him in awe. How could such a scruff suddenly become so commanding? I could see it now, why he was destined to lead. “Go about your business. I have no more time for you.”

Theta’s cousin fled, almost tripping in his haste to be away. I stared at the boy who had become a man in front of me and simply said,


“I’d like that,” he responded with a warm smile and I could not help but smile back.

“Should we go to class now?” I asked.

“I think so,” Theta responded, “freaks like us can’t afford to be late.”


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Book Review: Enoch the Traveler Tempastas Viator by Lady Soliloque


I have been lucky enough to get my hands on an early copy of Lady Soliloque’s ‘Enoch the Traveler Tempastas Viator’ which is to be released in January 2014. If you loved Cassandra Clare’s ‘The Mortal Instruments’ then this is going to blow your mind. ‘Enoch the Traveler Tempastas’ takes theology and science fiction to the very edge and then over into a new dimension.

The story starts simply enough. The heroine Violette driving about in the fog concerned about her perpetually evasive sister. Any fans of paranormal fiction know that can’t be good. Fog is always bad. We’re soon rewarded with a body in the fog, narrowly missed by our heroine. I told you fog was bad. Nothing good is ever in it. Now of course Violette isn’t our typical simpering victim. She’s actually kind of bad ass. This girl doesn’t have slinky cat for a pet she’s got a whopping great big mastiff. So when faced with a body in the fog she doesn’t shriek, she doesn’t rush out ready to apply medical aid, she comes out with gun in hand. And with that, this tiny dancer blows your expectations away and continues to do so.

Now of course our body in the fog is not ‘I Know What you Did Last Summer’ hooked hand serial killer, he’s our hero, Enoch. His sudden appearance is a mystery, his clothes look like a puzzle and this represents the enigmatic nature that he embodies. From the moment we encounter Enoch with his intricate pattern of blood and bruises he’s a riddle we want to solve. He shouldn’t be lying about in the fog, he shouldn’t be in Violette’s driveway and from his archaic way of speaking he certainly shouldn’t be here in modern times. So why is he? And more importantly, how does he know Violette’s crazy sister?

Now as the Whovians say ‘spoilers sweetie’, so I’m not going to reveal any such mysteries for you but rest assured you’ll be thrilled, entertained and satisfied with the answers. For the curious you can find out more on Facebook right now https://www.facebook.com/enochthetraveler or wait until November and look at www.enochthetraveler.com when the website will go live.

Doctor Who Fan Fiction – Enter The Rani: Origins of The Rani



Enter The Rani (Part 1)

The Doctor lies. People tend to forget this simple fact when thinking of his feats of bravery and daring do. They think of him as kind and gentle and above all else good. But above all else The Doctor lies. What are his true origins? How was he really born? What is his age? What is his name? Who are his true enemies? He would have the universe believe that I am an enemy. That I am an amoral scientist who is capable of the greatest evils ever perpetrated. A woman who will do anything regardless of consequences in the name of science. He lies. I am Ushas and this is my story.

I am an anomaly. Some would say an abomination that should never have been allowed to come into being. Yet my parents called me a gift, and a friend once said I was an impossible miracle. Whatever the word used, whatever the connotation is, I am different. You see, the circumstances of my birth are quite unique by Time Lord standards. I was born to a mother and a father, not created with many other beings on a genetic loom as is customary. I was conceived in a manner considered base and barbaric. A lustful indulgence of man and woman that the Time Lords had long thought they had moved past. But my parents, great scientists in their own right, had been stationed in the remotest corner of the universe, in a barren galaxy, on a small planet known as Earth. They were in the very heart of India, the perfect place to study humanity. For within this microcosm existed extremes of abundance and beauty but also desolation and poverty. This vibrant influx of extremes made this land the very best and very worst of humanity. My parents hated it, yet they loved it. Even once returned to Gallifrey they longed for the dry heat that clogged the nostrils with sweetness and saffron dreams. That sense of magic and open awareness that in the entire universe they had only found in India. Indeed they fell so in love with this land that they embraced it as their own and began to not only study the customs of humanity but to fully immerse themselves in them. My father began calling my mother his Queen, his Rani, and they fell deeper in love the longer they stayed. I am a direct result of that immersion in culture, that love. My mother unknowingly used up what would be her last regeneration to push me into the world just as the locals did. This was a decision that she said she never regretted, she called me her Princess. Said she would do it again in a double heartbeat. My father clung to us both, his Queen and his Princess; you could scarce find a happier family. Yet in the end, all this was taken from me, despite our love.

When my parents’ tenure on Earth was up we returned to Gallifrey. I was but a small child but I knew that I was different and for many unwelcome. My mother was stripped of her remaining regenerations by The High Council of Gallifrey as a result of her petty humanistic indulgences. She was shamed and stripped of her Time Lady status, given the remaining lifespan of the humans she had come to love so much. My father begged them for leniency. He told them of how they were scientists who simply involved themselves in their research – without experiencing life as the humans did how could they ever understand them? He pleaded with The High Council to punish him as well, so that he may share her punishment. He wanted to give her half of his regenerations. The High Council were unmoved. Cold, unfeeling, arrogant, they never changed. We hated them but we loved each other. My mother insisted that if this was to be her last life then we were to pack all that would have been into that short period. We loved hard, we laughed hard and we studied hard. We were to make the most of the one lifetime that we had together. And so despite our mistrust of The High Council I was still indoctrinated in the ways of Gallifrey so that I too could have a full life witnessed by my mother.

At the age of eight I was taken to look into The Untempered Schism like all children of Gallifrey. Some howled in terror at the sight, others ran in confusion, some simply collapsed. No me. I looked into this gap in space and time and The Time Vortex revealed to me my purpose in life. I too would become a great scientist like my parents, and I would unlock the secrets behind regenerations. I would give my mother back her lives. Nothing would stop me, including The High Council. I had been inspired. My parents accepted my vision as clear and true because it was their vision at the Schism that had inspired their path which had eventually led to India. So it was decided that I must begin my training at the finest school on Gallifrey, the Prydonian Academy. It was there where I would meet a bumbling boy who would become my dearest friend and my greatest downfall. For this boy’s mistakes would ultimately cut short my future at the academy, and result in me fleeing Gallifrey with the secrets of regeneration still eluding me.

Find part 2 here.

Geekdiac… Geekoscope… Speculadiac?


April’s Geekdiac.

Drages (March 21- April 19)
You come across a rare treasure this month, a person, place or thing. Only one thing a reasonable Drages can do, drag it back to their cave and keep it there too themselves for evermore… until some filthy hobbit comes and takes it from you.

Lyconus (April 20- May 20)
Your sense of smell is heightened this week. Citrus flavours are driving you wild. Perhaps getting a lovely vase of limes is in order… or just tequila slammers, I don’t know you, you tell me.

Alienni (May 21- June 20)
You are as always stunningly beautiful this month. Always are, always will be. Just keep being adorable you and everyone will adore you. Please go take the time out of your busy schedule of being amazing to vote for either “Write or Wrong” or “Chloe Prime: Alien Space Vet” on http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/BAB2013

Sither (June 21- Jul 22)
You’re bowels aren’t quite up to scratch this month. Try regular viewing of “Doctor Who” in order to get things flowing again. A regular dose of The Doctor keeps the other doctors away. Seriously, it’s looking like a return to Sci Fi from a long stint in Magic Realism, you’ll love it!

Timeo (Jul 23- Aug 22)
Voting for “Write or Wrong” on http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/BAB2013 will fill you with a sense of karmic joy for this month. Just click the link, go to the W’s then vote for Write or Wong. Go on, you know you must. You’ll walk on a cloud of dreams and feel refreshed and fantastic. If you don’t you’ll have an unfortunate accident on the toilet. You’ll try to tell people about it but they’ll just laugh because it happened on a toilet. Do yourself a favour and vote.

Vampirgo (Aug 23- Sept 22)
Action, drama, passion. These are the things you crave, but do they crave you. Quite simply no. This is a month for quiet cuppas and making home-made jam. Trust me. Otherwise a giant Sith will jump out of your cupboard and swallow you whole. Going and clicking like on https://www.facebook.com/ChloePrimeAlienSpaceVet?ref=hl#!/ChloePrimeAlienSpaceVet should fulfil your new and exciting quota for the month. Seriously go like it.

Captaira (Sept 23- Oct 22)
You feel like you’re in a constant state of attack. Let your deflector shields down and breath in some fresh air. Rejoice and read The Chloe Prime Diaries (http://chloeprimealienspacevet.com) , that will fuel you with childlike wonder.

Ewokorio (Oct 23- Nov 21)
Who do we love? C3PO! Who don’t we love??? Well it’s time you focused on the positive and not the negative. Forget what you don’t love and make a collage of what you do! Seriously go make me a picture! I expect to see it posted by the end of the month!

Gallifrius (Nov 22- Dec21)
You’re feeling a little cursed this month. Cursed with good looks and charm. Yeah you are! Grrrrrr. Lucky you. Bring some of your luck to Chloe Prime: Alien Space Vet and vote for it here http://www.surveymonkey.com/s/BAB2013 PLEASE!!!!

Warricorn (Dec 22- Jan 19)
Have you stocked up on knitted sweater vests? Maybe you should. They’re probably going to be coming in again. You can make them work.

Magus (Jan 20- Feb 18)
Dreams come and dreams go but for all of this what do we have to show? Dreaming of legends but living on lounges all the while your heart just flounders. Get up and do some squats. Clear that head with exercise.

Jedes (Feb 19- March 20)
The force is strong in you this month. Use it for good, not evil. No more Dutch-ovening people okay. I’m serious, it isn’t funny.

Doctor Who Episode Review: Rose


Warning this review will spoil the episode so don’t read it.
The opening was quite promising, reminded me a lot of “Spaceballs’ which we all know is a classic movie. Had a lovely image of Earth with a pretty blue atmospheric shield around it, much like Druidia. And don’t worry my friends because that’s not where the similarities ended. This episode did not disappoint on the slapstick comedy to satisfy Mel Brooks. After a rather mundane start with irritating music there was a scene where a plastic hand attacked The Doctor in the background whilst Rose prattled on in the foreground. It was a scene that even the staunchest “Three Stooges” fan could appreciate. Heck, even the anti-Rose quarter would have been laughing once the plastic hand leapt from The Doctor’s throat to grabbing Rose full on the face. This was followed up by Rose’s boyfriend Micky getting eaten by a bin and then turning into a very plasticy ken doll type creature that Rose failed to notice any changes in. My one year old was giggling like crazy when the wheelie bin attacked Micky so I can assure you that it was a superb piece of comedy. She’s one classy baby and she knows funny, and a man being attacked by a bin is funny. There was more comedy when KenMicky attacked The Doctor and Rose later on in a restaurant with KenMicky’s hand converted into some massive plastic spatula thing and The Doctor ripped off KenMicky’s head. Now it wasn’t all hilarity I am disappointed to tell you, it did come with some bits that didn’t quite gel, like The Doctor coming to terms with his hand movements and ears yet there being plenty of records of him as The Doctor (although fair to say those ears would take a lot of getting used to), and far too much running and hand holding, I got tired just watching it all. If I want to see something about hand holding and running I’ll see a Romantic Comedy. This was reinforced in the end with a slow motion run by Rose into the TARDIS. I get that the romantic idea was being established from the start but it was a little too much in the face with the close ups of hand holding. However, all in all it was an amusing little jaunt into Nu Who. Now please don’t complain as I did warn you not to read it!

December Whodiac


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Zomies (March 21- April 19)
Only a mere few weeks until Armageddon! What will you do? The Doctor does not seem to be calling on you. In fact you haven’t caught sight of him for ages. Time to take matters into your own hands. Solve the Mayan prophecy and save us all.

Chelomiaus (April 20- May 20)
You’re feeling totally cleansed this month. Like a burden has been lifted from your bowels. Don’t get too cocky. Now is not the time to mix fish fingers and custard

Florani (May 21- June 20)
You’re having issues with timing this month. Everything seems to be happening around you, some stuff you’re early for but some stuff you’re late for. Only one solution. Live online.

Kletchoner (June 21- Jul 22)
Action, drama, passion. These are the things you crave, but do they crave you. Quite simply no. This is a month for quiet cuppas and making home-made jam. Trust me. Otherwise a giant dalek will jump out of a Christmas tree and swallow you whole. Going and clicking like on https://www.facebook.com/ChloePrimeAlienSpaceVet?ref=hl#!/ChloePrimeAlienSpaceVet should fulfil your new and exciting quota for the month.

Apalapuciao (Jul 23- Aug 22)
Your confusion over evolution continues this month. Where did we really come from, who are we, and who are you? You begin sculpting TARDISes in mashed potato in the hope of attracting a passing Timelord.

Biblioso (Aug 23- Sept 22)
Christmas approaches. Money does not. Don’t worry; try your hand at handy crafts. Make some Daleks out of old toilet rolls, a TARDIS out of an old shoe box. People will love your Who wares.

Althracra (Sept 23- Oct 22)
You are missing fresh Who big time. You crave action and adventure. You crave stimulation… but not from real life, ewww you it might make you sweat. Grossies! You read the Chloe Prime Diaries (http://chloeprimealienspacevet.com) ah, that hit the right spot.

Laborio (Oct 23- Nov 21)
Who do we love? The Doctor! Who don’t we love??? Well it’s time you focused on the positive and not the negative. Forget what you don’t love and make a collage of what you do!

Persisius (Nov 22- Dec21)
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jumped over a candle stick. Why? To get to the hottie on the other side. Perhaps it’s time you released your inner Captain Jack.

Mechunuscorn (Dec 22- Jan 19)
Stock up on sausages. Trust me, it’s the new Christmas it food. You’re in serious danger of not being considered cool this holiday season so make sure you get lots and a good variety too.

Matravius (Jan 20- Feb 18)
Dreams come and dreams go but for all of this what do we have to show? Dreaming of legends but living on lounges all the while your heart just flounders. Get up and do some squats. Clear that head with exercise.

Gallifres (Feb 19- March 20)
You watch last year’s Christmas special and makes you crave a simpler time of traditions. You look up good recipes for Christmas goose and traditional fare. Enjoy. Embrace the complexity of simplicity.

Doctor Whodiac


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Zomies (March 21- April 19)

You hear a rumour that the apocalypse is approaching. You start buying canned goods and large bags of ice to keep your milk cold. Your neighbours think you’re crazy but you’ll soon show them.


Chelomiaus (April 20- May 20)

Beans are not your friend this week. Gas is moving across Uranus so it’s best to stick to leafy greens and plenty of water.


Florani (May 21- June 20)

You can’t seem to escape politics. Every time you pick up a newspaper, magazine, turn on the radio or TV, politicians are banging on. They make no sense to you. You watch Terry Jones’s Brazil, it makes more sense.


Kletchoner (June 21- Jul 22)

You spend your time looking up comedy sketches of Doctor Who. Unfortunately every second clip you find is a dog licking its owner’s foot.


Apalapuciao (Jul 23- Aug 22)

You do some research on evolution. Hoping to track down exactly what point monkeys turned into apes. Sadly you find out that humans didn’t come from Neanderthals, we killed them.


Biblioso (Aug 23- Sept 22)

Avoid dairy products. You have a curdling touch this month so may find dairy to be quite upsetting on the tum tum.


Althracra (Sept 23- Oct 22)

You think about sending candid photos of yourself to the Moffinator in order to get on Who. Don’t do it, he’ll take out a restraining order.



Laborio (Oct 23- Nov 21)

You read that Disney bought Star Wars. You bitterly wish they’d buy Who so that you could go to Who Land. You read the Chloe Prime Diaries (http://chloeprimealienspacevet.com) and it refills you with childlike wonder.


Persisius (Nov 22- Dec21)

How many chucks would a wood chuck cuck? Who cares? It’s like forever until the Christmas special and you’re in a mood. Try candle making.


Mechunuscorn (Dec 22- Jan 19)

You think that your neighbour is Timelord so camp out and watch him all day long. You havecameras on him at all times and tap his phone. Knock knock knock. Who’s there? THE POLICE


Matravius (Jan 20- Feb 18)

You can’t stop thinking about cake. Your loved ones try to communicate with you but all you can think of is cake. Go on, have a slice of cake. What’s the worst that could happen?


Gallifres (Feb 19- March 20)

Your creative juices are flowing. You sign up for NaNoWriMo with the plan of writing Ewok/Doctor Who crossover fan fiction. Winners are grinners.