Doctor Whooves: The Sentaurans

Doctor Whooves: The Sentaurans

Chapter 2: The Mare President of the Time Lords

by Neorenamon

This story takes place after the events of Doctor Whooves, the Re-Imagination.  I give credit to both Doctor Who and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic for the characters and the rights to the same.

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The Doctor waited as the TARDIS was diverted to Gallifrey.  He was a bit annoyed because he did not like it when the Recall Circuit was used against him.

“Doctor?” asked Apple Bloom, “Y'all ain't in trouble, is ya?”

“Well I suppose I'll find out in a matter of moments,” he replied evenly.

The TARDIS cycled to a stop, and then the Doctor began to walk towards the door.

“What about us?” asked Sweetie Belle.

“Just stay here,” said the Doctor, “I'm sure that they can't punish you for being with me.”

He opened the door to notice that they were in fact surrounded by guards.  It also looked like they were in a place that looked like Gallifrey, more or less.

“PLEASE STEP OUT OF THE TARDIS!” commanded one of the guards.

“Is there a reason you forced me to come here?”

“THIS IS AN UNREGISTERED TARDIS OF THE TYPE 40 VARIETY!”

“I guess that hasn't changed.”

“AND YOU ARE AN UNREGISTERED TIME LORD!”

“Unregistered Time Lord?”

“THAT IS CORRECT!”

“Must you yell so much?”

“YES!”

Another guard came up from the back and whispered something to the guard.  While he couldn't make it all out, he could hear him say “She's coming.”

“ATTEN-HUT!”

All of the Guards snapped to attention as a stunning unicorn mare came in.  She was wearing about the most regal white outfit with gold trim he had even seen (except maybe one time).  It included a long flowing cloak and a rather ornate skull cap.  From under the cap spilled her sandy brown mane.  Then there was the golden sash she was wearing, and the black staff that was floating just by her shoulder.  They could also see her sandy brown eyes.  Walking up boldly to the Doctor (and ignoring the looks of the guards to stay back), she asked him, “Do you know who I am?”

“Judging by the fact you wear the Sash of Rassilon and bear the Staff of Rassilon, you must be the Lady President of the Time Lords.”

“Lady?”

“Uh... Mare President?”

“That's better.  My full name is Mare Romanadvoratrelundar, President of the Supreme Council of Gallifrey and All Her Dominions, Holder of the Wisdom of Rassilon, Preserver of the Matrix, Guardian of the Legacy of Omega.”

The Doctor stared slack jawed.

“Is something wrong?” she asked as she cocked her head.

“But we all left Romanadvoratrelundar back in Ponyville!” said Apple Bloom from inside the TARDIS.

“Who is that?”

“We all is the Doctor's Assistant Time Lord Companions in Training!”

“The what?  Why don't they come out here so we can speak more properly.”

“You aren't going to arrest them, are you?” asked the Doctor warily.

“Of course not,” she replied.

Apple Bloom. Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle all filed out of the TARDIS.

“Aren't they a little young for Time Travel?” she asked.

“Why yes,” he replied, “Yes they are.”

“We all can handle ourselves!” said Apple Bloom.

“And still blank flanks?” asked the Mare President.

“Aww, she had to go there,” moaned Sweetie Bell, “They even have those here.”

Although under all the armor and robes, none of the cutie marks on the Gallifreyan Guards could be seen nor on the Mare President.

“You haven't told us your name,” interrupted the Mare President.

“Sorry Romana,” he replied, “I'm used to you already knowing who I am.  I am...”

“He all is the Doctor!” offered Apple Bloom.

“The Doctor?” mused the Mare President, “Funny.  I've never heard of you before.”

“I am apparently from an alternate time line or alternate dimension.  This form is not what I looked like before I came here.”

“Really?” she asked, “If a guard loans you one of his data pads, could you show us what you looked like before?”

“Is it mentally interfaceable?” he asked.

“Of course.”

The pad floated over to the Doctor as his horn glowed, and after a few seconds, an image of his previous humanoid form began to appear, complete with the same scarf and the other details of the fourth incarnation of the Doctor.

“What is that?!” gasp the Mare President.

“Well, that is what we call a Humanoid Form.”

“Are they laying on their stomach?”

“No, he's standing on two legs,” he replied calmly.

“Really, and what are those things at the end of the forelegs?”

“They're called hands.”

“Amazing.  They can use those things?”

“They can use them rather well, especially since they can't move things with magic.”

“Can't move things with magic?  And yet they call themselves Time Lords?”

“They have advanced Science that works in the place of Magic.  Where I come from, magic is all but non-existent.”

“Amazing.”

“So you can register me and let me get on my way then?”

“Well, it's kind of awkward to ask, since I'm not exactly sure if you'll treat me as your Mare President, but there is one little thing I'd like you to do for the Council and Gallifrey before we can register you and your TARDIS.”

“What might that be?”

“There's this Renegade Time Lord who calls himself the Master...”

“The MASTER?!” gasp Apple Bloom, “Ain't he all your mortal enemy and stuff?!”

“I guess some things don't change,” he sighed, “but please continue Mare President.”

“We believe he has aligned himself with the beings known as the Sentaurans, and that he may be using them to invade a peaceful place called Equestria.”

“Let me guess,” said the Doctor, “A race of warrior ponies all cloned from one egomaniac?”

“That's right.”

“Yes, some things just don't change...” sighed the Doctor, “except that Sontarans are humanoid where I come from.”

“Since you nor your TARDIS are registered yet, the Master won't know anything about you.  That is a fact that we can use that to our advantage.”

“So you want me to approach him, claim I'm on the run from Gallifreyan security, and that I want to team up with him in whatever nefarious plot he's up to?”

“Yes, that's basically the plan.  Will you help us.”

“I'll need a gift from Gallifrey to prove I'm serious.  Something he thinks holds great value to you.  He would never trust me if I show up empty handed.”

“A valid point,” she agreed, “but I think we can give you something that will satisfy that need.”  The Staff of Rassilon floated over to the Doctor, leaving even him slack jawed.  “Oh don't worry,” she said slyly, “This is a very good fake.  I use it for all my appearances.  So far, no one has detected the fake since I switch it for the real one whenever official functions are needed.”

“Well,” said the Doctor with a smile, “I'm glad that the Time Lord Presidency is in hooves as good and competent as yours.”

“That's very kind of you to say, Doctor,” she replied with a smile.

“You seem more agreeable and personable than the Romana I know,” he noted.

“They say I was a lot blunter and more pushy in my previous incarnation.”

“I see.  I don't suppose your mane and eyes were darker brown, were they?”

“Why yes,” replied the Mare President, “How did you know that?”

“Oh, just a lucky guess,” he replied off hand.

The three fillies just grinned and kept to themselves.

She looked on, oblivious to the reference, and floated out another data pad before him.  “Now this should have all of the relevant information about the Master and the Sentaurans.”

“But that's classified,” objected the guard.

“If you want this Doctor to trust us, then we need to trust him as well.”

“How astute,” replied the Doctor.

“You are just full of complements, aren't you?”

“Only paying my respects,” he smirked.

“Of course,” she replied with a smile.

“Of course.”

The Doctor knelt before the Mare President, causing all of the guards to do the same.

“If this turns out well,” she said softly, “perhaps I shall see you again.”

“It would be a great pleasure to do so,” he replied, “But now I need to be on my way.”

“Gallifrey shall issue a notice to all TARDIS and vessels of Gallifrey that the Doctor is wanted for questioning in the disappearance of the Staff of Rassilon as well as an attack on the guards of the Time Court.  It shall be for your return to the Time Court alive, of course, and with a considerable reward attached to it.  When the Master sees this notice, he will surely believe you're a wanted criminal and put him in the mind to help you, especially with giving him the Rod as 'payment' for his assistance.  He may even be more cooperative if you say you used...”

“The secret passage into the President's Chamber?”

“How do you know...” she began, “Oh, I suppose that's not important.  It might not be exactly the same as the one in your reality, especially if you need those... hands to operate it.”

“I shall be careful about contact with other Time Lords until this matter with the Master is settled.”

She turned to leave, showing several feet of train from her cloak as she regally walked away.  The Doctor turned and went back into the TARDIS as he began to review the data pad that we had been given from the Mare President.  His Assistants in Training filed in behind him.

“Hmm,” mused the Doctor, “This is... odd.”

“What's that?” asked Scootaloo.

“According to these notes and files, the Master and the Sentaurans would be invading about the same time we left Ponyville, but in a place called Germaneigh.”

“That's pretty far away from Ponyville,” said Sweetie Belle.

“Princess Celestia doesn't even rule there,” added Apple Bloom.

The other two looked at her oddly.

“What?  Y'all don't think I sleep through all'a Miss Cheerilee's history lessons, does ya?”

“I suppose that wouldn't be possible,” replied Scootaloo.

“Now come over here,” said the Doctor, “I want to show you which controls set the Time-Space Coordinates.  Those tell the TARDIS just what place I want to go in space and time.  Now since I've input the Time-Space Coordinate Data from this pad into the TARDIS Control System, I should be able to navigate anywhere in the world... like Marelin over in Germaneigh.”  He could tell by their wide-eyed stares that they were suitably impressed.  They stood on their back legs and watched over the edge of the console as the Doctor carefully showed them the proper controls and how to set them.  For the moment, the actual Time-Space Coordinates were too complicated for them to understand.  “Now that those are set, we are ready to go.”  He looked at his assistants and asked, “So what did you think of Gallifrey?”

“She shore is pretty,” said Apple Bloom.

“Pardon?”

“The Mare President,” she replied.

“Well I suppose so,” he answered, “But that's not what I...”

“Y'all think they has earth ponies and Pegasi on Gallifrey too?”

“You know...” he replied slowly, “I have no idea...  It seemed to me if there was such beings, then either Romana or I would have been reborn or reincarnated as something other than unicorns.  It seems are horns are longer than those of Equestrian unicorns, but not longer than that of Princess Celestia.  But I thought that was because her horn has been growing from more than one thousand years.”

“I suppose that all makes sense,” she replied.

“But I was talking about the scenery in Gallifrey.”

“That was some seriously great stuff!” said Scootaloo, “Like some really big palace!”

“Well, where I come from, the Citadel is both a massive city and the Palace of the Time Lords.  It seems to be the same situation here.”

“Ya know,” said Apple Bloom, “Granny Smith said that Apple Strudel came from Germaneigh.  I hope he's gonna be alright.”

“Perchance we could look him up?” suggested the Doctor.

“Well, I don't know his address or anything.”

“It shouldn't be too hard to find,” he replied, “There must be some sort of address book we can find him in once we get there.”

“I suppose you're all right about that,” she replied.

“So here we go,” he said, “You might want to get off the console before I trigger the TARDIS time travel system.”

The three fillies got back on the floor and all four legs before the Doctor took the TARDIS into the stream of time.  The central column began to rise and fall as it did so, continued for a few minutes, and began to slow as they approached their destination.

“I've landed us in the countryside around Marelin,” he said, “Out in a field, we shouldn't draw too much attention to ourselves before we need to.”

“Okie dokie loki,” said a voice behind them.

They all turned to see the future Princess Pinkie Pie and the Princess Rainbow Dash standing behind them where he was sure they weren't just a moment earlier.  Pinkie was the one who spoke just then.

“How did y'all get in here?!” asked Apple Bloom.

“Oh, Pinkie sneaked us in here before you left,” smirked Dash, “One of her specialty spells is a Mass Invisibility Effect.  It makes surprise parties so much easier.”

“That doesn't explain why you're in the TARDIS, where you are not supposed to be.”

“The world was boring,” she replied, “So Pinkie and I decided to use your time ship to go back to the past and see how things were.”

“And that Gallifrey place was amazing!” added Pinkie, “I'd love to throw a party there!”

“Well I suppose we don't have the luxury of sending them back,” replied the Doctor, “The more we come and go, the more the Master has a chance to detect us and lock onto the TARDIS' time signal.”  Then he looked sharply at Dash and Pinkie, and said, “But you must be careful about altering the past, because changing something here may well alter your own future, and you might come back to some future you don't want to think about.”

“Oh, we'll be good,” said Dash with a smirk.

“Can you disguise yourselves?  It wouldn't look right for mysterious alicorn Princesses to just show up in Germaneigh.”

“OF COURSE!” shouted Pinkie, “What kind of party animal would I be without costumes?!”

“Of course,” replied the Doctor with a hint of sarcasm, “but you shouldn't look like you did 1000 years earlier either.”

“Why not?” asked Scootaloo.

“Then rumors of them being in two places at once might begin,” warned the Doctor, “and that could be as confusing as mysterious alicorn Princesses.”

“That makes sense,” said Sweetie Belle.

“I have this feeling that things will be... interesting.”

[to be continued]