Chapter 1
The halls of Gallifrey were silent. Most eyes in the Capitol were intently watching the Trial of the former president. On their screens, a man wearing a patchwork coat stood before Lady Flavia, and the prosecutor known as the Valeyard, with the High Council of Time Lords intently watching him and listening to all the charges that had been brought before them.
Elsewhere, a figure glided down a few dimly lit cooridoors. He was wearing a long dark coat, and his shoes made no sound. The two Chancellory guards he crept past, somehow, did not noice him at all. He made his way into a TARDIS showroom.
Dull grey boxes stood before him, the absolute dullest shape ever, but this was the pre-set condition of a TARDIS, before you actually fooled around with the chameleon circuits and all. A TARDIS key that his friend who he called The Dreamer had copied for him, dangled from his hand on a chain that he had just had around his neck.
"No looking back now," thought the intruder. "From now on I am no longer a student. No longer a slave to the tedious system of nothingness here on Gallifrey. Now I am a renegade, a self-proclaimed outcast. As I do this I am no longer who I once was. Now I must only be known as the Traveller."
With a gleam in his eye, he put the key in the Type 151 TARDIS' keyhole, turned the light activated lock inside, and opened the door. Without looking back at his home, he stepped across the threshold into the pocket dimension.
"Let's see,"he said out loud inside the echo chamber that made up the contol room."First thing to do would be to re-prime this TARDIS to let me pilot it." Ho looked around the hardly stunning conrol room. The default setting, also. Awfully blue coloured walls with even lighter blue roundels stuck in the awfully blue walls. "And then I should probably reconfigure the inside..."
He looked up. Even in zero power mode it had a display of outside. Holographically, the image of outside was projected in the high dome-like ceiling above him. A chancellory guard was in the room, looking around. He pushed down the door lever, and the interior doors closed.
The pentagonal shaped contol panel seemd otherwise dormant. "I bet I need the instruction manual," thought the Traveller to himself, realizing he had only a limited amount of TARDIS know-how. Luckily, the Dreamer said that this one was absolutely user-friendly. He picked up a brochure on the workings of a TARDIS, and it had a listing of all the new features of a type 151-alpha ...