Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on Mar 25, 2017 18:04:51 GMT
It's still coming - it just needs more time in the oven. But just be happy - this means that the adventures of Lu Ping will continue somewhere out there, in the imagination of children everywhere, until I've got it ready.
Post by Ribs, Suthers' Pal on May 2, 2017 18:32:42 GMT
“Ahahaha!” The Master boasted, having reanimated the spirit of Boss Hokaidu in metal form. “Truly you cannot stop me now!”
“Will this never end?” The Doctor said to Lu Ping, before swinging down to the platform below via a rope, kicking the boss into the vat of sulfuric acid and pinning the Master to the ground with his knee.
“Brigadier!” He yelled out, “Take this man away!”
The Master was moderately concerned – unlike most of his schemes, he had not replaced himself with a robot duplicate yet (that part of the plan was to come during the opera fight). Doctor Who had simply gotten too good at stopping his latest exploits in Hong Kong – he’d totally exposed the entire Yakuza conspiracy and there were only a handful of the remaining Pachinko Parlors to bust before things were entirely cleared up.
Being escorted to the armored transport by the Brigadier and Sgt. Benton (both in from Geneva to celebrate Lu Ping’s 27th birthday), the Master weighed all of this in his head. Could he perhaps move his particular brand of villainy to another city, Athens, perhaps? Monaco was supposed to be nice. His hands were locked in a cybernetic handcuff behind his back, his mouth muzzled, and three armed guards pointing rifles at the back of his head the entire way into the Hong Kong branch headquarters. Being a criminal mastermind powered by a drive of pure evil, he appreciated this level of security as an additional challenge for his inevitable escape.
The Doctor and Lu Ping, trailing a bit behind, had their own short discussion about matters.
“He can’t have many more of these things around, Doctor – we’ve almost cleaned the streets of Hong Kong single-handedly,” Lu Ping explained.
“Ah-ha,” the Doctor retorted, throwing his scarf over his shoulder. “But what has he got up his sleeve? What has been his masterplan, eh?”
“I don’t know if he’s ever really had one – it just seems kind of like he happened to move to Hong Kong at roughly the same as he had, and began a working criminal empire through assimilation with the Yakuza. He’d then sometimes do traditional Yakuza things, but a lot of times was just up to his usual tomfoolery.”
“Excellent word,” Doctor Who interjected. “Tomfoolery.”
As the Master was placed into his holding cell, fifteen miles underground, encased in thirty-feet-thick walls of lead, Sgt. Benton and Lu Ping watched from the control room. “I don’t think he’ll get out of this one, Ms. Primrose,” the young Sergeant reassured her, though she didn’t half need it.
Lu Ping leaned in and pressed the intercom button. “Would you like a deck of cards, or a coffeemaker, or something?”
The Master turned to the camera and waved. “Yes, I think that would do quite nicely, thank you.”
Lu Ping headed downstairs, through the chamber, the six security protocols and crossing the underground moat and infinite chasm they had built to contain the villain. She opened the door to his cell, and saw him seated in a small folding chair at a table, handing him the deck of cards.
“Do you know what my favorite card always was, Ms. Primrose?” The Master opened the deck, and immediately pulled it from the deck. “Queen of hearts.” He chuckled.
Back upstairs, the Brigadier briefed Doctor Who on his squadron’s plan of attack on Yakuza Airship Alpha, the command center for the Master’s operations as Yakuza mastermind. The Doctor tentatively approved of them, though they did not require his approval.
The elevator door dinged as it opened, and out stepped Lu Ping, fresh from her chat with the Master. She looked over the diagrams as well- she was no tactician in any sense of the word, but she did enjoy seeing the layout of the ships.
A hole then ripped in the space-time continuum, right in the middle of UNIT mission control. Multiple personnel were immediately sucked inside by gales of wind, as Doctor Who, Lu Ping, and company all held on for dear life to the object nearest them.
“Doctor!” The Brigadier yelled over the wind force. “What’s happening?!”
“Time’s catching up with me.” His scarf uncurled and went into the gaping nexus. Seeing no end in sight, Doctor Who took a deep breath and let go, tumbling through the air into the tear in space-time. It didn’t abate the problem – the two of them, along with the others, were still holding on for dear life. Lu Ping made the executive decision to join in with the Doctor. She let go, and after falling through the hole repaired itself and things returned (more or less) to normal inside, albeit with papers and instruments thrown about the room.
She screamed as she burst into nothingness. It was pitch white – no person, object, place, or anything in sight. She just stood in the middle of a white void, as if standing in a BBC TV Centre cyclorama.
“Hello?” She yelled out, in the hope anyone would come rescue her.
“Luvvie!” Down from above descended the dreaded menace, the Birnam Witch. It had been several months since the Doctor and Lu Ping had last seen the dastardly harlot, and Lu Ping surmised she had been up to no good as ever.
“You look famished, luv. Do you need a biscuit?” She produced a tin from thin air, and handed it to Lu Ping. “Now, I know what you’re thinking – what are you doin’ here, with l’il ol’ me? Have I got a story for you…”
“On the other side of time, on the planetoid Two, hurtling towards the Larval Colony Federation in the year 41226. Neither society, of course, very happy about the whole thing, but it’s what happens, what’re you going to do about it? Anyway, one Mr. Boss Man heads to the control center on the planetoid and says to his friend Dale, ‘ooh, aye, luv, guess we’re going to destroy the larval colony’ and Dale’s all ‘aye, bruv.’ Anyway, they’re having this chat but suddenly – they’re not. A hole in time pops up out of nowhere, rips them, the whole planet right out of existence. Changed all of history, it did.”
“I got a ping on my pager, so I thought I’d pop by to investigate. When I saw the tear, I obviously up and taped it up but knew I’d have to go to the opposite point in time and space to figure out what’s causing all the ruckus. It’s my universe, you know, it’s not nice to treat it so poorly.”
“So I follow it through and – wouldn’t you know – I saw Doctor Who, stranded with eight friends he didn’t know. Somebody, somewhere, had made off with his TARDIS, it turns out, and left him with his ship and travelling companions from later on in his time stream. I’d not ever seen this man before, so I nipped back in time and made myself one of his oldest and most fearsome foes, then popped in for a quick chat. We decided that he would become the real Doctor Who, the future version of him would be erased from the timeline, and everything would come back as it’s supposed to. So that’s what I’m here to do.”
“That’s what we agreed to.” Stepping out from behind the nothingness emerged Doctor Who.
“Doctor!” Lu Ping shrieked. “It’s you!”
This Doctor Who was the original, as far as Lu Ping was concerned. Gone were the ridiculous scarf and the curly locks of jet-black hair; instead, a tall frame with velvet frock and a graying bouffant of hair.
“Hello, Lu Ping. I’m sorry for all of this, but I’m afraid he-“ he nudged to his other self, “or rather, I, have changed the timeline too much.”
“Is this true?” Lu Ping asked.
“I’m afraid so,” said the future Doctor Who. He put his hands in his pockets, and absent-mindedly kicked the air whilst avoiding eye contact.
“So all of our work since we got to Hong Kong – our adventures toppling the Master’s Yakuza empire – all of this has been nothing? It will just not have happened?”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll go and fend off that rogue’s insane schemes at some point, anyway. It just won’t have happened to us.”
“But they could! I could just go ahead and do them with this Doctor Who! My Doctor Who!” Lu Ping wasn’t quite at tears, but she was on her way.
“That’s not how this works,” the past Doctor explained to her. “He’ll disappear, but everything that’s transpired here will disappear too. You and I will be back in that market bazaar on the quest for the ninth piece of eight of Captain O’Toole, and we’ll head back to Earth so I can return you. The viewers couldn’t possibly endure any more of our time together. It’s already stretched beyond credulity.”
“Aye, the men in charge, luv,” the Birnam Witch piped in. “I get me orders from them, they chime in with feedback about what they want from observing anything here in the universe, I pop in and sort them out.”
“Lu Ping-” this was the future Doctor Who. “Can I just say something to you, very quickly? Just the two of us?”
She hesitantly approached him, as he leaned over and whispered into her ear.
“I missed you. That’s why I did all this. I’ve destroyed a planet and allowed the growth of a hideous fascistic colony of larvae for you, but I’d do it all over again. And who knows?” He lightly nodded his head towards his past self. “Maybe I have.”
“I won’t forget! I can’t forget.” Lu Ping began bargaining.
“That’s just it, though – you literally cannot.” Doctor Who, the past one, took his place alongside the Birnam Witch. “Our time together is simply too powerful to be erased from your memories without murdering you on the spot. So we talked it over, and I’d like to bring you what’s called a simulation engine.” The mechanical device suddenly popped into his hands, thanks to the Witch’s mystical powers.
“With this, all our time together could have still happened – they won’t have happened to you, or to me, but it’ll still allow at any moment for the possibility it may have.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I’ll explain later,” he said, wiping a tear from his eye.
She began sobbing.
“If I’m erased from the timeline – if my adventures with Lu Ping end at the bazaar-” Doctor Who asked the Witch.
“You won’t have died in the cruel twist of fate that was the games of Eddie Staples. Professor Hall will not have been killed. You’ll never meet JJ Cool or Mr. and Mrs. O’Leary. Your relationship with Reverend Lindsay would not extend beyond the confession booth. The rest of your life – his life – will play out differently. Frankly, I think I’ll make sure you make things up with Jo Grant.”
“And what of the Master?” This was the old Doctor Who asking, for some reason.
“I’m afraid he’d be kind of lost in the shuffle. He’ll pop back up again, sure, but for whatever reason we’d just lose a chunk of his timeline after his whole scheme with the Daleks.”
“Doctor?” Lu Ping asked. “I’m so glad you’ve been here for me.”
He turned to face Lu Ping, and they embraced in one final, lasting hug.
The Witch twinkled her wand, and time went away from them.
Lu Ping wasn’t very much older – it had been well over a decade since she went on all those mad old adventures with either of her best friends. Of her children, her oldest, Abigail, was still barely out of being a toddler when their mother was killed. They would be raised by Lu Ping’s squadron of Sherpa friends on the mountaintops of the Alps, and live full and exciting lives of adventures in time and space (well, one of them, anyway).
Their mother, simply on a morning hike, was suddenly struck down by a great bolt of electricity during an unexpected thunderstorm. The simulation engine sputtered into overdrive for just a brief moment, before all energy suddenly faded from both it and Lu Ping. But, in that moment…
Lu Ping didn’t quite wake with a start, but instead found herself walking down the hallway of the UNIT headquarters, fresh out of the Brigadier’s office. This flustered her, a bit, but she regained her step as she moved down the hallway to her office in the Doctor’s lab.
She saw him standing at a scanner or something-or-other, taking notes on a pad, frustrated and simultaneously entirely at ease as he performed his calculations. He looked up, and dropped his pencil.
“Excellent, Lu Ping. Sgt. Benton was just in, that blundering old buffoon- he’s got us hot on the trail of the latest insane machinations of our favorite malevolent menace.” She moved towards him cautiously.
“It’s the Master again. He’s up to no good – he’s created a super-race of chessmaster lizard-men automatons – that kill! We’ve got to stop him.” Lu Ping didn’t quite understand – somehow, she felt this wasn’t right. She wasn’t at this part anymore. She was baffled and confused and just wanted answers, but she looked into his eyes and suddenly all her concerns fell away.
Doctor Who grinned.
Lu Ping reached for Dr. Who’s hand, grasping it tightly, before the two of them burst through the door out of the UNIT laboratory on their way to further adventures for all eternity in an instant.
offline nelly: Oh, flow, this place has'nt had any activity in a while.
May 21, 2019 18:44:50 GMT
Hellvis Azal Deathley: I think people have lost interest in the Dr Who, since the cultural marxists invaded
Jun 2, 2019 18:35:14 GMT
offline nelly: @hellvisazaldeathley Theyre called SJWs and theyre only interested in LGBT headcanons and racebent tranny vitiligo fanart. Anyways can I become culturally soviet nelly, how would it be?
Jun 9, 2019 20:04:28 GMT
culturally soviet nelly: Priyvet!
Jun 9, 2019 20:04:45 GMT