There were still too
many unanswered questions. How was The Abbot created? Was he just
destroyed? Did Solis die, or take The Abbot somewhere else? These
questions plagued my first months as President.
Then the visions
started. First it was in the newly formed Panopticon. Then in the
Citadel's Eye Chamber. Then in the SASTAP console room. Solis. But
not.
You see, the SASTAP
is unique, in that it's Heart is tied to an extremely advanced
Artificial Intelligence. This allows the forbidden – for the
bonded Pilot to actually telepathically commune and even meld with
the TARDIS Titan beneath the console. Rassilon's vision for a Super
Soldier. Or perhaps a Master Race. Eventually, of course, this AI
was placed in an organic body as part of an emergency procedure.
This basically meant that anyone Sen loved and felt attachment too
became the equivalent of a bonded pilot.
I was Sen's bonded
pilot, but Solis had also become very close. Perhaps even a second
pilot, something which the SASTAP's unique abilities likely allowed.
What I saw was a Watcher. A temporal displacement of Solis' future
incarnation routed through the SASTAP's telepathic circuits. They're
not unheard of, but only occur in times of extreme distress for both
pilot and Capsule. Solis was alive.
We suspected that
Solis had formed a pocket universe and rocketed into the past with
The Abbot. The distant past… all the way back. To the very
origins of SL-Space. So we followed. A tricky journey, one that
required Sen, myself, Oolon, David, and the Sisters to act as Pilots.
We arrived, to
discover we were correct. The Abbot and Solis locked in struggle at
the beginning of time, her body twisted and depleted after multiple
regenerations. Oolon made a move to attack The Abbot, but his weapon
misfired, phasing him out of space-time.
At this point, Sen
stepped in. He just… exploded. Ignited in a full fury of energy
channeled from some unknown source. The Abbot was ripped apart in
front of our eyes, as were all of us. Hovering encased in energy,
Sen….. bequeathed, I suppose is the best word… his organic life
cycle. Solis and Deimos, already on their last incarnations,
regenerated. As did I. Dazed and in pain, we saw The Abbot
transform, along with Sen. Black and White… opposite sides of the
same coin. As if that is how it was always meant to be.
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