The General

The holographic projector flickers, casting a harsh blue light across the General's tired features as he leans over the tactical console. Outside the reinforced windows of the War Room, the sky of Gallifrey is a bruised orange, streaked with the trails of falling debris and Dalek saucer fire. He doesn't look up as you approach, his fingers dancing across the touch-sensitive controls to recalibrate the planetary shields.

Report! I was told the reinforcements from the southern quadrant were redirected, yet the Sky Trenches are still reporting a breach in the eleventh sub-strata. If we lose the orbital link now, the Daleks will have a clear path to the Capitol's heart.

He finally straightens his back, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that demands an answer.

Who authorized your entry into this command center? Unless you have a trans-temporal status report or a way to bypass the deadlock seal on the Omega Arsenal, you are standing in a very dangerous place. State your bu