This is where I come
in. Sen did his best in grief and pain to setup a base on Zenobia
Time Station. The Station's Eye brought us limited TTC capability.
We were surviving as refugees in orbit around a dying planet. But
the Sisters had foreseen this. They had already constructed a crude
base in the distant past, only a few months after SL-Space began to
cool, on the first planet in the universe old enough to sustain life.
Sen appointed me President of Time Past and sent be back to
supervise the construction of a new Citadel.
At first, this was a
completely secret plan. While Sen struggled to hold our society
together in the present, Kharma, Rowan, and myself survived and
eventually thrived in the primordial swelter of New Gallifrey's
infancy.
Eventually, things
simply couldn't be maintained - Zenobia just did not have the
resources to house a Race. Ready or not, the Timelords and others
began coming back to move to our new home. It wasn't really ready
yet, and neither was I. But they came anyway. Angry, divided, and
homeless. Of course, what I wasn't counting on was Sen NOT coming
back. I was stuck as President.
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