<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256</id><updated>2011-12-13T08:10:21.246-08:00</updated><category term='tardis doctor who zenobia station'/><title type='text'>The Zenobia Files - C.I.A Altera</title><subtitle type='html'>The commander files from Zenobia Station</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-6830356881085997648</id><published>2011-12-06T02:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:21:46.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Book of Marnal - Exodus of Time, Chapter 2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;"It was said, that in the final days of the war, many Gallifreyan artifacts simply...vanished"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Diaries of Horfel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Yes, they lost an entire station...how can someone 'lose' an entire station?"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Clockhaven district of New Babbage, a small red light starts to blink on the console of an ancient, soot covered TARDIS console inside the lab of the leader of House Cerulean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, a strange new star appeared over the skies of Cardiff Bay.&amp;nbsp; As the star shone at its brightest, the red light, all but ignored by Mornington, went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the light went out, a massive explosion was seen coming from the star in Cardiff Bay.&amp;nbsp; The last thing any of the inhabitants remember as they desperatley tried to run away from the oncoming shockwave, was behind the shockwave...a new city started to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across thew gulf of time on The Grid, all TARDIS consoles noted the disappearance of several time locked destinations, including the disappearance for 2 days of the landing point in Zenobia Station.&amp;nbsp; The disappearance only lasted for a short time, the landing points appearing again but with a different name...and no one noticed, because time itself came to a stop...just for a brief second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that breif second, Cardiff Bay was wiped off of the face of the grid, the explosion which caused it came from what was Zenobia Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The linear year of 2011 is coming to an end, and with it the end of the 2nd Age of the High Council in sLSpace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beginning of the 3rd age will see a time of trial, a time of discovery, and the return of Gallifreys largest, and oldest station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new story...the story of Time Station Zenobia Major&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sJPSoynH8/Tt35KIpcsCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4mKuhUFtmnA/s1600/Snapshot_010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="186" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sJPSoynH8/Tt35KIpcsCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4mKuhUFtmnA/s320/Snapshot_010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-6830356881085997648?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/6830356881085997648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-of-marnal-exodus-of-time-chapter-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/6830356881085997648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/6830356881085997648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2011/12/book-of-marnal-exodus-of-time-chapter-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T4sJPSoynH8/Tt35KIpcsCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4mKuhUFtmnA/s72-c/Snapshot_010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3940349448300961359</id><published>2010-09-20T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T17:10:21.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New personal blog...</title><content type='html'>You can find it at ... http://victor1st.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a seperate personal one so this blog can be kept for roleplay :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3940349448300961359?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3940349448300961359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-personal-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3940349448300961359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3940349448300961359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-personal-blog.html' title='New personal blog...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-8294682675818303122</id><published>2010-06-17T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:53:54.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is time...</title><content type='html'>I have it on good authority that my time as Interim President is nearing an end.  Wether this means that the former President and old ma...i mean chancellor is returning is anyones guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is time for what will possibly be my last high council meeting as interim president.  If the former president and the old man dont turn up, the high council willo have no choice in the matter but to accept my bid as full president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next high council meeting will be soon, i just need to arrange the paperwork for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-8294682675818303122?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/8294682675818303122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8294682675818303122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8294682675818303122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-is-time.html' title='It is time...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-4953541538159211043</id><published>2010-05-01T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T00:25:21.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale of 3 stations</title><content type='html'>As i sit in the library of the station and look back at the older diary entries all the old photographs of the station fell out onto the floor, i can't beleive how much the place has shifted itself around over the past 10 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently the station decided to have what looks to be the final major overhaul of itself.  All the rooms have changed, all of them.  Infact nothing of what is now coined "Zenobia 2" remains, here's a few pictures of the progression of the outer hull of the station...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vWmC5uQYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FjCzd6QHZVs/s1600/zenobiastation_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vWmC5uQYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FjCzd6QHZVs/s400/zenobiastation_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466198521846579586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenobia 2...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vWyzUOhWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WmOhuau-zEc/s1600/zstaqtion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vWyzUOhWI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WmOhuau-zEc/s400/zstaqtion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466198741001078114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new station design...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vXQ3SE-aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lTEvWFVSFpA/s1600/zen3_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vXQ3SE-aI/AAAAAAAAAK0/lTEvWFVSFpA/s400/zen3_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466199257461881250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-4953541538159211043?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/4953541538159211043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/05/tale-of-3-stations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4953541538159211043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4953541538159211043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/05/tale-of-3-stations.html' title='A tale of 3 stations'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/S9vWmC5uQYI/AAAAAAAAAKk/FjCzd6QHZVs/s72-c/zenobiastation_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3442022520020901181</id><published>2010-02-21T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:10:12.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheer lunacy...</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting at the stations bar downing my fifth glass of wine contemplating the sheer lunacy of what just happened in the High Council meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent events of the stations lower deck tech area lighting up and then spitting out a few frazzled static images and then shutting dcown seems to have been some kind of event in the "casual nexus" or "normal space" that these Time Lords have all been exiled or dumped from.  The event in question seems to have affected not just the station but the pure blood time lords, they all senced some deep dark...thing.  Load of piffle if you ask me, they all drink far too much tea and dont get enough excercise...especially that Chancellor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact remains though, something did happen.  A tenous fragile link from this dimension back into the normal one at what seems a point in time during the time war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seemed to be fine, that event happened almost two months ago, only just today was the high council called in session.  The events which took place in the session though is sheer lunacy.  I';m all for jumping in with guns first and asking questions later but i know a suicide mission when i see one.  The lord president, lord chancellor, and high castellan all decided to tell the high council that they are going on a little trip...back to normal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, good idea...i think not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, they have landed me with the presidency, interim of course...apparently im supposed to "volunteer" to give the presidency back IF they all return from their little mission to go against Rassilon, the high council on the normal space side and some "traitor" whom i still dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...me as president eh?  Bet that sent a few shivers down a few timelords spines, a non gallifreyan, part Vampire as President of the High Council of Timelords...if the reason for me being in this position wasnt so dire, it would be a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Cerulean has been handed to Lady Rae to handle since apparently the president cant run the cardinal college at the same time.  Lady Nephilim is the Chancellor and Lord Gears is the castellan, thats the way things have worked out while the old high council goes off and get themselves killed.  The rest of the high council wished them all luck and sent them on their way, i myself was wondering wether to lock them all up and declare them insane which to be honest i almost did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, with me as the president it opens up some doors which have been firmly closed.  I sence that soon the leaders of all the houses will try and jostle for power as it becomes clearer and clearer that the outgoing president, chancellor and castellan will more tha likley not be coming back.  The first order of business for this new High Council is to call a meeting as soon as possible, to reassure them that I won't delare myself emperor and discard them all (even though thats what i WANT to do).  No...with me as the president, things will change, and if by a massive stroke of luck the outgoing president, chancellor and castellan actually come back, they will receive a high council thats been stripped bare of its dead wood...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3442022520020901181?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3442022520020901181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheer-lunacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3442022520020901181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3442022520020901181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/02/sheer-lunacy.html' title='Sheer lunacy...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-942736026111465733</id><published>2010-01-21T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T05:02:34.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is wrong...</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since i put the proverbail pen to paper in this diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, nothing much was going on.  The station has settled itself down, the overhauls complete, i contented myself with the laboratory in clockhaven and playing hotelier in new babbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of this new year though, something happeed.  The stations eye stopped, not one of those transduction barriers "station alert" stops...i mean the whole thing, the eye included...stopped.  It was only for a few minutes, but power in the station came from...somewhere else.  It wasnt from the eye in New Gallifrey, that eye has enough time giving power to all the TTC capsules out there, no, the power was from outside of this dimension, in the dimension of the "real".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means only one thing, the original Eye of Harmony, on the original Gallifrey popped back into existance, if only for a breif few minutes.  What this means is anyones guess but all sorts of weird and wonderfull technology popped online in the station...most of which i dont know how to work, and when the stations eye took over again the technology switched back off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that the president here knows that the original eye popped back up as well....im guessing a High Council meeting will be called soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-942736026111465733?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/942736026111465733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-is-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/942736026111465733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/942736026111465733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-is-wrong.html' title='Something is wrong...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-5523286150412469151</id><published>2009-08-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:11:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons never learned</title><content type='html'>So much for learning valuable lessons from the last encounter with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last main high council meeting was as i said before kind of chaotic, full of talk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all this High Council seem able to do, talk. They are miniature Nero's, sitting back watching their empire burn cause lets face it folks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; whats going to happen eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "dead" president, now lord president, regenerated into a male, which is...unusual...and resumed his place on the high council as president. The emergency meeting was rather more organised this time around, possibly because there was a lot less people at it, mostly due to the meeting being at short notice i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the other houses do nothing but talk about how they are going to deter the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt; threat, i decided to take matters into my own hands and prepare the station...for &lt;strong&gt;WAR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; Eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZqsuCU_MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0q1lyKIq4_8/s1600-h/altera_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365593322563108034" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZqsuCU_MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0q1lyKIq4_8/s400/altera_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The new eye room is tree times more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;powerfull&lt;/span&gt; than the original.  I jettisoned the old eye into the void and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;replaced&lt;/span&gt; it with a star which was on the brink of going supernova, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; this new eye from...a source.  The nanosecond the new star was planed into the barrier it went nova, and the barrier contained the explosion, constantly mirroring the blast back into the dying star in a loop and therefore syphoning off power at a controlled rate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; II - Upgraded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZsZTFP6pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-HBYYC0xHxc/s1600-h/altera_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZsZTFP6pI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-HBYYC0xHxc/s400/altera_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365595187933342354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The entire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; console and the top level room it occupies has been overhauled with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Artron&lt;/span&gt; laced shell, the main console has been moved away from the time column due to massive temporal fluxes on the inner base of the now 20metre high time rotors.  This upgraded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; II console is 90% more stable than the old one and draws less than half of the power of the original, therefore &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stabilizing&lt;/span&gt; the new eye much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Domes open...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZtVPv2UAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TC-V2KculeI/s1600-h/altera_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZtVPv2UAI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TC-V2KculeI/s400/altera_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365596217830428674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domes closed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZteOmKxSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jgQinSHwlyo/s1600-h/altera_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZteOmKxSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/jgQinSHwlyo/s400/altera_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365596372140213538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The top domes have always been a weak spot in the station, with the new security system the dome outer shells now close, on ALL four of the domes, practically sealing off the entire station from the outside world and sealing off the inhabitants inside from anything nasty outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These updates, along with the near completion of the stations &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;APC&lt;/span&gt; Matrix means that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; is now in the same condition it was in when the C.I.A was running the place all those centuries ago.  It makes this station the single most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;heavily&lt;/span&gt; armed and defended &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;gallifreyan&lt;/span&gt; construction in this flat old world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Time Force 10 now an officially recognised part of New &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt; it means that some of the heat has been taken off my shoulders.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;TF&lt;/span&gt;10 can do the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;intel&lt;/span&gt; work, which will now give me and House Cerulean more time to work on something else...the N-Form theory.  This house was responsible for creating those part machine part organic beasts, there has GOT to be some of them in this dimension, they were after all seeded in ALL dimensions.  If there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; an N-Form creature out there then it means the last line of defence is with the stations ability to withstand a full frontal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt; attack, and i now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; it can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The High Council was all talk about "investigating the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt; threat" and "we cannot let the same thing happen here" and "we must learn from our mistakes" but all the while House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Dromeian&lt;/span&gt; sits around building and rebuilding their Crystal Base, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Patrexes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Arcalians&lt;/span&gt; sit and debate, and talk and debate and talk while totally blind to the happenings outside, House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Prydonian&lt;/span&gt;...well, they ARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;timeforce&lt;/span&gt; 10 and so far the only house which seems to be doing something.  As for House &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Sclendes&lt;/span&gt;, a dead house with a barley seen leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the question of the C.I.A, it was basically ignored by the High Council.  If the High Council will not act on reactivating the C.I.A, then i will do it myself.  With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fullarton&lt;/span&gt; House in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Clockhaven&lt;/span&gt;, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that a viable Celestial Intervention Agency can be in full operation before the next official High Council meeting.  Also, due to some comments from other house members wishing to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt; technology inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; Station destroyed, i have decided to install free form scanners in the old derelict &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt; lab, which will scan any traveller who walks around inside it, i will now know who is poking around down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons are never learned...there will come a day when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt; start attacking the individual houses.  While the rest of them are without a viable base they will flock to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;sorely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;under protected&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Panoptican&lt;/span&gt;...while myself and the rest of House Cerulean will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;securely&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;safely&lt;/span&gt; locked inside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; Station or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Fullarton&lt;/span&gt; House, or the other 2 outposts which House Cerulean has recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; which the High Council need not know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The war is coming...its only a matter of time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-5523286150412469151?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/5523286150412469151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-never-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5523286150412469151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5523286150412469151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/08/lessons-never-learned.html' title='Lessons never learned'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SnZqsuCU_MI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0q1lyKIq4_8/s72-c/altera_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-8828729036217137877</id><published>2009-07-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T22:52:13.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a storm approaching...</title><content type='html'>The meeting which took place of the High Council was...well...a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the former Lady President, Sen Pixie, decided to take it upon herself to activate that huge hulking contraption below the panoptican, the Eye of Harmony.  No one knew that she was going to do it until it was far too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye is activated, but at the cost of the presidents life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ensuing chaos of the High Council meeting was further made more chaotic by my own means to shake off some of the dust that has crept into the Council, i gave them the full blown account of EVERYTHING the Dalek's are up to, this time there was no holding back info.  Coupled with the appearance of a being known as "The Jinn" and with the tragic death of the president the meeting went on for 2 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord Chancellor, Mr Oolon Sputnik, had no idea that since the president is apparently dead, that he would be the one taking control of this interim council, and make no mistake, this IS an interim council.  With the death of the president elections must be held, to find a new president and possibly find a new chancellor and castellan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forced the hand of Time Force 10, it was about time they were finally brough out into the open.  Mr Cornelius Fanshaw, sitting at the meeting as a member of the Prydonian house is also a member of TF 10.  When Mr Sputnik brought up the question of TF10 i just came out in the open and announced that he should ask Mr Fanshaw...since hes in the dang organization...TF 10 spying on the high council, i dont bloody well think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, TF 10 are out in the open, the entire extent of the Dalek Empire is out in the open, the Chancellor is probably having a nervous breakdown and to top it all off with the activation of the eye which is now running at full poer ALL consoles and exterior shells needed an overhaul, even the station's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However...the president...yes...the "late" president...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People were quick to assume she was dead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i dont think she is.  The president MUST have known the risks.  She made no provisions for her NOT returning at all, no mention to Mr Sputnik what to do to run the council, no mention to Solis that the SASTAP and solis home would vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...shes out there...somewhere...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-8828729036217137877?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/8828729036217137877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-storm-approaching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8828729036217137877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8828729036217137877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-storm-approaching.html' title='There&apos;s a storm approaching...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-5410692638061593652</id><published>2009-07-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:57:12.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Council</title><content type='html'>So, it seems the High Council is going to be in session once more within the next couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so busy with the new holiday home and getting to know the New Babbage residents I had completely forgot about the pomp and circumstance of a High Council meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt all the other houses will turn to me to give them juicy information on more locations that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS HOUSE&lt;/span&gt; risked it's neck to get, and they will all blunder in with their "normal" TARDIS exteriors, its a wonder none of the idiots have been...ohhhh what do those Daleks say again...ahhhhh yes... "exterminated".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the Celestial Intervention Agency was around none of these blundering tourist hoppers would have been allowed anywhere near that new Dalek base and the fact that the Dalek Empire leaders are allowing these little jaunts into their new base is quite frankly scary, get their confidence and then shoot 'em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, while the other 4 houses have been trating the base like a holiday camp House Cerulean has been risking it's neck more and more as each week went on.  We now have....borrowed the blue prints of those 2 ships that i seen in the void sphere dry dock.  As i write this entry log the technology of those two ships is being stripped out and put to use in the station.  Whats left of the two dalek ships will be put into storage away from the station at another location the other houses will not know about, and if they request the location of the void sphere yards they will get a blank stare from me, anyway, the Daleks have probably moved it by now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the Dalek tech will be packed into a dimensional rezzer and presented to the High Council as a little slideshow during the meeting...should scare them enough to stay away from the place while my house gets some serious work done...i might even bring that Kaled mutant stored in the breach room along for a surprise, nah, better not, might give the chancellor a nervous breakdown, he is getting on a bit thesedays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullarton House in the continent of New Babbage is now deemed property of Zenobia Station, while still being my holiday home as well.  It is where I will be partakng in some experiments that the high council need not know about since the station is open to visitors 24 hours a day 7 days a week all year round, having some rather...questionable...experiments going on right under the visitors noses isn't a good idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-5410692638061593652?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/5410692638061593652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-council.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5410692638061593652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5410692638061593652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/high-council.html' title='The High Council'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-5981370114633159417</id><published>2009-07-14T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:23:42.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new holiday home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it was with great sadness that my original home and holiday home for a year, the Lighthouse, had to be demolished.  The photography studio is still there but with lots of new residents entering nassau i just couldnt get the peace and quiet i wanted in the holiday home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i was at the station feeling sorry for myself a little bird told me that the folks over at New Babbage has discovered a new region of land, I headed over there with intent of finding myself a new plot of land for a holiday home.  1 week later, Fullarton House is born.  Made from old derelict parts of the station and a console thrown together by me.  It is a very nice place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sl09kD7KQJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2GXeT8tMMtY/s1600-h/Snapshot_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sl09kD7KQJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2GXeT8tMMtY/s400/Snapshot_009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358506821378785426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sl09ZZr8dQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KENa4KYO9Zg/s1600-h/Snapshot_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sl09ZZr8dQI/AAAAAAAAAJI/KENa4KYO9Zg/s400/Snapshot_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358506638241985794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-5981370114633159417?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/5981370114633159417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-holiday-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5981370114633159417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5981370114633159417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-holiday-home.html' title='The new holiday home'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sl09kD7KQJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2GXeT8tMMtY/s72-c/Snapshot_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-8270852997806251232</id><published>2009-07-01T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:11:41.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the C.I.A shuffle...and encountering The Daleks</title><content type='html'>With most of the station now complete and the main console (altera) down for the count as the main eye was being reconfigured i decided to push the auxilliary console to its limits. The old aux station's chameleon systems can chage consoles at a whim, the latest one to show up in the database had an old world elegant look to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353736368402737634" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxK3Ju8KeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zf6td6KARJk/s400/daelk_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I decided to try out something which i read about in the altera consoles database, something the old Gallifreyan C.I.A used to use with great effect in the larger stations...a forced materialize "shuffle". The premise is simple, and almost impossible in a "normal" TARDIS console room complex but with the stations having their own eye of harmony it could be done. The basics is straightforward, you materialize at the boundary of the consoles sphere of influence, just as the exterior is about to finish its matting process you then immediatley demat and remat further out, its a classic leap frog effect where the exterior is in 2 places at the same time only for a second or so but the good thing about this effect is the abillity to punch through barriers with great effect...since I wanted to see just how far i could push the station...i decided to revisit an old familliar place, the base of operations for the new Dalek Empire which is now known about throughout the High Council, what they probably didn't know is that the station can reach uch further into the area, and much further upwards into the areas atmosphere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What faced me as I opened the doors, was massive...&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 455px; display: block; height: 350px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353737690650527266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxMEHfYRiI/AAAAAAAAAIo/6vu3c14lT1E/s400/daelk_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A large voided sphere, 190m in diameter at the boundary point of the atmosphere of the area. Inside was an singular dimension...but that wasnt the most worrying part, the most worrying part was what was INSIDE that dimension...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 422px; display: block; height: 344px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353738950957155682" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxNNef5RWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/yxANd_eUv38/s400/daelk_005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;2 Dalek ships, one still under construction and one already finished. I had managed to dematerialise inside the lower finished ship and got off a few scans of the internals of each of the ships...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxOCTunz0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FtbKek06GQo/s1600-h/daelk_007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 300px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353739858599202626" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxOCTunz0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/FtbKek06GQo/s400/daelk_007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxO3GQF6mI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OBJLtrlefVg/s1600-h/daelk_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxO3GQF6mI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OBJLtrlefVg/s400/daelk_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353740765514558050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both ships were still under construction, with the older looking ship having "drop pod" in its lower decks, obviously to allow Dalek invasion forces to drop down to the ground in teams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once i took the snapshots i beat a hasty retreat back to the station and done an emergency take off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;I dont know whats more worrying, the fact that the Daleks are able to conceal vast shipyards inside what looks like some sort of void sphere...or the fact that they are now building the start of what looks like an armada of ships...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-8270852997806251232?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/8270852997806251232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/doing-cia-shuffleand-encountering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8270852997806251232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/8270852997806251232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/07/doing-cia-shuffleand-encountering.html' title='Doing the C.I.A shuffle...and encountering The Daleks'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkxK3Ju8KeI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zf6td6KARJk/s72-c/daelk_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-4431293719762582332</id><published>2009-06-27T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T22:58:40.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Theres a hole in my station...</title><content type='html'>...actually, several holes, large holes at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The refit of the outershell wasnt really a refit, it was more of a full overhaul. The remnants of the lost shada station which i managed to recover was hauled into the stations derelict lower level and the consoles were powered down, i let the station do the rest of the work. The design hasnt really changed much, old lift shafts were removed, a new workstation was added...but the the gaps that i never noticed before started showing up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251876504608002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkcEuWd5nQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7GKMHDkg66w/s400/Snapshot_008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The heating tubes that line the entire station walls always ran at just over 10% of the capacity of the auxilliary power generators in the breach room and i never understood why until now..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352251402077340418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkcESvFoAwI/AAAAAAAAAII/hVsxI32KZ74/s400/Snapshot_007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old outer shell coloring was so dark that these gaping holes were never noticed on a close up inspection but with the lighter more "classical" gallifreyan colouring of the shada station now transplaneted on the altera station the gaps could be noticed from hundreds of metres away. The entire outer shell of the 3 cylinders had to be reconfigured...but i think youll all agree it was worth it in the end...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The reconfigured outer hull of Zenobia Altera, with the revamped garden and new workshop cylinders...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 472px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 343px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352252653302631330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkcFbkQ-y6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/OF8xb6SDfSk/s400/Snapshot_009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-4431293719762582332?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/4431293719762582332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-hole-in-my-station.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4431293719762582332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4431293719762582332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/theres-hole-in-my-station.html' title='Theres a hole in my station...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkcEuWd5nQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/7GKMHDkg66w/s72-c/Snapshot_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2167730357838397103</id><published>2009-06-26T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T23:57:00.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zenobia Shada - No longer a mystery</title><content type='html'>For weeks now the mystery of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; has led me to dead end after dead end.  Even after the near complete reconstruction of the stations mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;APC&lt;/span&gt; the mystery of exactly where the C.I.A "accidentally" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;transducted&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; station to was never resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Incase&lt;/span&gt; you missed the earlier files i have deposited here for your dear reader, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; do a quick recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Rasillons&lt;/span&gt; time as Lord President and Protector of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt; he initiated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; project.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gallifreys&lt;/span&gt; "eyes and ears" out there in co-linear time.  Since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt; itself was outside of normal space time the High Council needed an anchor in the web of time in order for the Matrix to be able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;compue&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;accuratley&lt;/span&gt;.  This is what the three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; stations were for.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; Major, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt;, C10, C5 and C1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;respectively&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 3 stations one was in common use throughout it's lifetime as the "pinnacle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Gallifreyan&lt;/span&gt; technology", that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; Major, used in the trial of a certain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Timelord&lt;/span&gt; known as "The Doctor".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; was an observation outpost orbiting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;proson&lt;/span&gt; planet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; was another science station which was moved around a fair bit since it was the smallest of the three stations.  Of the 3 stations, 1 was apparently destroyed by an unknown tentacled "time beast" (Major), one was "accidentally" used as an experiment by the C.I.A and lost (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt;) and one was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;transducted&lt;/span&gt; by The Doctor out of space time and into a then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;widely&lt;/span&gt; unknown dimension, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;sL&lt;/span&gt; dimension (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while hammering out kinks in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;APC&lt;/span&gt; a red light flashed above where the C.I.A sign is, not knowing what the heck the light for was and to be honest too scared to touch it, i left the thing alone.  2 hours ago the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;APC&lt;/span&gt; within the station took control of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; console and locked down the rest of the consoles so they could not be used...it landed in an area which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; close to Babbage.  The exterior itself landed on the only small island on the vast ocean...the sight that greeted me sent a real shiver of fear down my spine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkW-h1sekoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNNM_yNb054/s1600-h/zenobiashada_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkW-h1sekoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNNM_yNb054/s400/zenobiashada_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351893220758295170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt; class station, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;judging&lt;/span&gt; by the way it looked it must have been what was left of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt;.  Both the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt; stations were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;designed&lt;/span&gt; almost at the same time and had very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt; aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkW_BPXu0HI/AAAAAAAAAIA/M3MpRoL9Pi8/s1600-h/zenobiashada_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkW_BPXu0HI/AAAAAAAAAIA/M3MpRoL9Pi8/s400/zenobiashada_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351893760226545778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The station had obviously been there for some time, probably a few weeks.  It had probably been travelling partially though The Void between the dimensions and finally ended up exiting in this reality.  With no one to control it the station's simply fell out of the sky and impacted on the ground.  The left and right cylinders including the back cylinder had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; disintegrated, the only part that was left was the important middle cylinder which, according to the station schematics for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;shada&lt;/span&gt;, housed the stations primary console, the C.I.A's primary Matrix computer, the High Council's former meeting chamber, the C.I.A's meeting chamber and the disintegration chamber which was used to vaporize exceedingly bad criminals.  The lower levels of the middle station had been crushed beyond recognition and the amount of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Artron&lt;/span&gt; radiation that was contaminating the sea bed suggests that the power source of the station had been depleted just before it hit the ground, which is lucky, if the stations power source was even 10% full the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;shock wave&lt;/span&gt; of the station exploding would have wiped out half of neighbouring &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;babbage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one worrying thing though.  The top half of the central cylinder and its dome was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;relatively&lt;/span&gt; unscathed, under that dome would have been the primary time console...it was removed...by force.  By the looks of it the removal took place very recently as well, who knows who took it, but a console THAT big (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Shada's&lt;/span&gt; console was much larger than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Altera's&lt;/span&gt;) would be able to punch a hole through any barrier allowing its user to land virtually anywhere and anytime they wanted, they would need a massive power source for something like that though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take what remained of the stations upper dome and what was left of its badly damaged database computer, I also removed or destroyed any other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of technology that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; fall into the hands of other folks.  After i took what i needed I went back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;dematted&lt;/span&gt; and then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;rematted&lt;/span&gt; the exterior directly inside the back wall of the remains of the station, i then set the exterior on a 60 second implosion countdown and closed the doors.  Any remains of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt; is now no longer there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided not to inform the High Council of my discovery of the remains of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;Shada&lt;/span&gt;...for now anyway.  The missing time console would send ramifications all through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Timelord&lt;/span&gt; society if the news ever got out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2167730357838397103?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2167730357838397103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/zenobia-shada-no-longer-mystery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2167730357838397103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2167730357838397103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/zenobia-shada-no-longer-mystery.html' title='Zenobia Shada - No longer a mystery'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkW-h1sekoI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tNNM_yNb054/s72-c/zenobiashada_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2337891028900287353</id><published>2009-06-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:38:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a mirror...darkly</title><content type='html'>What follows dear reader is the account of the fall of the original Cardinal College of House Cerulean, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; File 3X9L-Alpha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject: The Cardinal College of Cerulean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Mount Paradox Valley: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kasterborus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; System&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Timeline: Concurrent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject Matter: Cardinal House Loom Closure, last of the loom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;datafiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from loom cousin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Athrin'ath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;File Starts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"...so it has come to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Cardinal's of the High Council of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and even the president was forewarned of this event by the Cardinal College of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Prydonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and even the Celestial Intervention Agency, yet they had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chosen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not to listen...and it has come to this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The signs of the fall of the house was all to apparent for everyone to see yet the High Council as always decided to "seek the greater cause" of the protection of the web of time even at the cost of an entire house?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The end of the great vampire wars brought an end to the colleges research into the N-Form, those part machine, part flesh semi dimensional creatures that we Time Lords created and seeded throughout the universe to hunt down and kill the Vampires.  Hundreds, if not thousands of these beasts still remain floating in space more MILLIONS of years after the end of the last great Vampire War.  They are still active, but dormant.  The use of the N-Forms in this current, and what some people are calling, "Last Great Time War" against the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Empire has been forbidden by the High Council, but WHY?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why send out wave after wave after wave of old dated battle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ships against a superior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; force?  The loss of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Davros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; at the Elysium Gate didn't seem to perturb the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in the least.  Mind you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Davros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never was the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; true leader to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Using the N-Forms against the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; seems to be the logical choice but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;noooooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, the High Council wants to keep the peace with the Shadow Accords, little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nobodys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in an archaic space station surrounded by mindless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Jud'Oon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; mercenaries, they even have the audacity to tell the higher evolved species that its "not the Shadow Accords...its the Shadow PROCLAMATION!" Proclaiming what?  Proclaiming that they are a bunch of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bureaucratic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nobodys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; who wont lift a finger to help anyone unless it suits them, proclamation indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Since the High Council didn't want to act we, the Cardinal College of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ceruelan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; decided to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  Station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shada's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; loss meant at the time that the C.I.A no longer had the means to locate these N-Forms and see if they were being...used, we thought at the time that the N-Forms would now be under the original creators control, House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Ceruleans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; control.  So we activated them, all of them, even the "first ones" as they are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;colloquially&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; termed that resided in the Omega and Omicron systems that managed to drive off those strange tentacled beasts that seem to congregate around those regions and like to...well...eat a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;TARDIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, rumours abound that one of these creatures "parts" was under study in that new scientific station, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Altera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i think it was called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of course, we didn't realise that this new station was taken over by the C.I.A, they kept that one quiet.  The activation of the N-Forms was reported on the C.I.A's time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;scaphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; controls in their new breach room and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;scaphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pointed directly to our prime controller room in the main college.  Between the time it took the High Councils guard to break down the college walls and blast the computer over 5000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Dalek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ships were destroyed by the N-Forms...5000 ships in less than 10 minutes, not one single N-Form was destroyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cries of "outrage" and "non compliance" from the other houses and the High Council over this house reactivation of the N-Forms in direct &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;contrivance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; of the Shadow "Proclamation" resulted in our house loom being negated and given over to House &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Artrexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; for custodianship.  In what was a laughable trial the entire house was summoned before the High Council on a charge of treason of the highest order, the house was ordered to be vaporised, with one final house cousin left to cater for the remains of the college building until the cousins death, that person is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...so the once great Cardinal College of Cerulean has come to this...a blasted out shell of it's former glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The High Council will regret the day they done this, only the N-Forms had the capability to take out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Daleks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with little to no loss of life of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Gallifreyans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, heck, it wont surprise me if we lose this war the way things are going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for the N-Forms...they are still out there, in all the dimensions, dormant, but still out there.  With any luck someone will be able to figure out how to control them from outside of the gaze of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Zenobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Alteras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Scaphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, if not, then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Gallifrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is probably doomed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2337891028900287353?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2337891028900287353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-mirrordarkly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2337891028900287353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2337891028900287353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-mirrordarkly.html' title='In a mirror...darkly'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2428102989821573056</id><published>2009-06-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:48:29.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The blunderings of other houses</title><content type='html'>Well, i had a feeling this day would come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The revelation to the High Council that House Cerulean and myself made to them has turned the regenerated Dalek base into some sort of council tourist attraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I landed there drectly behind the emperors stasis tube which is the only shielded flux barrier area in the entire base the minute i stepped outside of the capsule the chronoton readings on my watch went through the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems other timelords from other houses (House Cerulean placed a ban on landing at the Daleks base) have been landing in all sorts of different spots.  If my makeshift chronoton amplifier could pick up those readings then the much more advanced Dalek technology MUST have realised that the timelords have been inspecting their base, sometimes en masse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's at time like this where a reformed Celestial Intervention Agency would have been handy to step in, silence the houses and take over the investigations themselves.  As such, with no C.I.A around and House Cerulean possibly being the only house which shares some (but not all) of the former C.I.A's beleifs it is my judgement that any discoveries made by the Cardinal College of House Ceruelan should be kept WITHIN the house and NOT blurted out (as was my mistake) in a hight council meeting with the heads of the other houses.  Once findings are complete House Cerulean will ignore high council protocols (damn timelords and their red tape) and report our findings directly to the Lord Chancellor and Her Excellency the President in a locked and controlled meeting in the Panoptican, this way the other houses wont start sending damn bus tours to the next enemy base Cerulean comes across...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...what i would give for the C.I.A to return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2428102989821573056?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2428102989821573056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/blunderings-of-other-houses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2428102989821573056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2428102989821573056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/blunderings-of-other-houses.html' title='The blunderings of other houses'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2007860367193521904</id><published>2009-06-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:06:11.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trouble with regen chambers</title><content type='html'>From the files of former station commander Cardinal Borusa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...as for that regeneration chamber, i TOLD the station maintenance division to get rid of it.  The description from the white scrolls that rassilon left behind said, and i quote 'the regeneration chamber of this wonderous station will allow timelords and non timelords alike infinite changes to change appearance'...of course what Rassilon forgot to mention is the amount of power the chamber draws from the eye, if a person is regenerating inside the chamber and someone activates the main console certain, shall we say...shortcuts istaken by the chamber to complete the regeneration in rder to direct power to the console more quicker..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't happened to me, i've used the chamber (now reloacted inside the Breach Room) more than a dozen times, the latest time though was well, poor timing.  While in the middle of a regen someone did activate the main console...and this happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkFfjd59YII/AAAAAAAAAHw/MVesPOW-F1g/s1600-h/Snapshot_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkFfjd59YII/AAAAAAAAAHw/MVesPOW-F1g/s400/Snapshot_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350662895220646018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont mind the tail, i dont mind the horns, but what the picture doesnt show you dear reader is the set of hooves i have inplace of my feet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant walk around now without severe muscle pain :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2007860367193521904?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2007860367193521904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble-with-regen-chambers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2007860367193521904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2007860367193521904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/trouble-with-regen-chambers.html' title='The trouble with regen chambers'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SkFfjd59YII/AAAAAAAAAHw/MVesPOW-F1g/s72-c/Snapshot_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-1352258295070919820</id><published>2009-06-13T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:28:24.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shadows of the C.I.A</title><content type='html'>Well, its been an eventfull couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my announcement as the head of the Cerulean House the station and myself have been busy altering vast sections of the stations inner chambers and levels to bring it more inline with the original design for the station back when it was a full out C.I.A outpost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eye room has become more enclosed, possibly to protect the eye itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SjNQYfF3GzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4mL-2arivQ4/s1600-h/ceruelan_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SjNQYfF3GzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4mL-2arivQ4/s400/ceruelan_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346705564212075314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major changes, and something which will no doubt annoy The Honorable Lord Chancellor of New Gallifrey (aka: "The Old Man") Mr Oolon Sputnik is the stations...interesting design for the new college hall of learning.  Not only is the learning hall a meeting room, its a library, and the new station APC Matrix is built into the meeting room itself.  However its not the fact that the station (and myself) has decided to make House Cerulean more...transparent...to the other houses, due to Mr Sputnik having...shall we say...reservations about the house true direction, no dear reader, its the fact that the station decided to make the centerpeice of the meeting room...well...see for yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SjNRWLs4pCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/08NgoD5QlUI/s1600-h/ceruelan_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SjNRWLs4pCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/08NgoD5QlUI/s400/ceruelan_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346706624158934050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The massive center statue was named in old earth mythology as "Medusa".  However as is the case with most of old earth mythology it has basis in fact.  The Celestial Intervention Agency of old named this creature as one of the Chronovort species, a distant a more mild mannered cousin of the Chronovore species.  The chronovorts have legends in most planets, are common shapeshifters but more importantly in some of the C.I.A's own document seals the head of this...creature appears.  It seems for some time long before the Time War the C.I.A used the image of the Medusa, or known in Gallifreyan tounge as the "Alpith'Nat" (loosley translated "Marauder") as their figurehead seal on top level documents.  Why the station has chosen this age old relic of an organization which does not exist in this universe any longer is...a mystery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this going on the plans for the opening of the House of Cerulean is now underway.  Caladon Rae, a Time Lord, infact the only pure timelord in the house, has accepted her permanent position in the house council and decided not to leave Cerulean for one of those other snobbish "time lord only" houses.  With Caladon helping me my plans for the reformed House of Cerulean is now underway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a larger emphasis on intelligence gathering and documention of the APC the Cerulean House will take a more...shall we say "direct" approach to the way we work, much like the original C.I.A, but without all that cloak and dagger nonsence which hampered the C.I.A and made them an organization most of Gallifrey hated.  This is no doubt why Zenobia Station decided to construct that hideous looking creature in the middle of the largest room of the station, as a reminder to the house, and to me, not to make the same mistakes the C.I.A done, and as a reminder to any visitors from other houses and from the High Council itself that the C.I.A might be gone, but remnants of them still remain within the station and in the world at large.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-1352258295070919820?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/1352258295070919820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/shadows-of-cia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/1352258295070919820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/1352258295070919820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/06/shadows-of-cia.html' title='Shadows of the C.I.A'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SjNQYfF3GzI/AAAAAAAAAHg/4mL-2arivQ4/s72-c/ceruelan_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-4858723585524652632</id><published>2009-05-29T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:06:55.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Angus Mesmer &amp; The First Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After the impromptu meeting i got to chatting with a fellow that seems to be close friends with the old ma...sorry, The Lord Chancellor, Mr Oolon Sputnik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It seem Mr Angus Mesmer is somewhat of a temporal architect, having newly been "hired" by Hands of Omega to loom new TARDIS consoles. He had a look at the Altera console above the main eye and suggested some changes which he would send to me once he had completed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The new base of the console has a more gallifreyan feel to it, actually ripping the old console out and doing work to it was more difficult, the groans of the station settling down starting turning into groans of anger as the old altera console was lifted out of its resting place and moved to a safe location some 150 m away from the station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341367850457281202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SiBZwp0ysrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gojpn4cuk6M/s400/altera_001.png" border="0" /&gt;The original Altera console, with time rotors stripped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341368370679495522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SiBaO7zbu2I/AAAAAAAAAHI/QAqwgwiBU0c/s400/altera_002.png" border="0" /&gt;The new console base, ready to be installed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fitting the new console in manually was a right nightmare. Without the station constructing it everything had to be done by line of sight, after a good 3 hours of swapping over console scripting and priming it for the artron connection it was finally installed 3 days ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341370511615926866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SiBcLjadIlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/79s3HqO8OOM/s400/altera_007.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;The new console&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Mr Mesmer done a sterling job on the new console panels and buttons, and it seems the station accepted it although it did some considerable groaning as it connected the artron junctions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;After the installation of the new console my thoughts today turn to what is essentially the first official meeting of the high council of new gallifrey. All 5 leaders of the houses (sclendes is leaderless for now) and the president along with the chancellor will be in attendance. I don't have a clue what way the meeting will turn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-4858723585524652632?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/4858723585524652632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-angus-mesmer-first-meeting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4858723585524652632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4858723585524652632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/mr-angus-mesmer-first-meeting.html' title='Mr Angus Mesmer &amp; The First Meeting'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SiBZwp0ysrI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gojpn4cuk6M/s72-c/altera_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-457620623887930149</id><published>2009-05-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:02:51.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs and Portents</title><content type='html'>It's been a rather interesting week this week dear reader.  I should have seen this coming when i came back from fixing a broken door at the lighthouse in nassau only to find that the altera console has been...well...turned into a major scene of pomp and circumstance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZJydx1bSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ijeWfljAZqo/s1600-h/Snapshot_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZJydx1bSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ijeWfljAZqo/s400/Snapshot_045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338535539630239010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself  "maybe the place is missing Gallifrey" and thought nothing else of it, continueing to go about my daily routine, noticing that the Altera console was drawing more and more power from the eye below as the inflight sound of the console itself was becoming more deeper, more...powerfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have seen it coming, the station knew something was about to happen and was preparing for it long before my curiosity finally caught up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago I was checking out the flight systems of the revamped console, and since it was reliativley late on in the evening decided to go and have a look at this Panoptican place once more.  It's where this new "High Council" is being formed.  Now, me being me didnt bother to check the scanner, i just walked straight out of the exterior the minute it landed....right into the middle of an impromptu high council meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President, the Lord Chancellor and what turned out to be the leader of the house of Dromean were in an impromptu meeting together in the third fllor of the panoptican building, i was invited to sit down, rather than run back into the station i decided to see what they had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZLPk8TBNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VBAq-qhaQd8/s1600-h/Snapshot_046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZLPk8TBNI/AAAAAAAAAGw/VBAq-qhaQd8/s400/Snapshot_046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338537139281003730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The new high council was forming, just as those warnings several months ago suggested of "beware the council" had said.  However, it wasnt this council i was being warned about, how do i know?  Well, to my surprise they offered me the leadership of one of the 6 houses of this New Gallifrey, the House of Cerulean.  Zenobia Station is now the Cerulean prime house and college, and when i came back the station had already devised a new house logo and put welcome signs up o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say i was surprised at the offer would be an understatement, the signs and portents leading up to this day all pointed to the High Council wanting to take over the station...forcibly.  The automated RPG turrets, the ressurection of the breach room, the reforming of the stations base security, it all pointed to this High Council...or so i thought.  The High Council were more than welcoming and offered me leadership of a house which would serve the non timelord humanoid forms, a position which i gladly accepted...plus...the chancellor fellow mentioned something about free food...which didnt sway my decision AT ALL...*cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear reader, you'r probably asking yourself which council should i beware of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 weeks as the station has been drawing more and more power from the eye, the exterior has been able to land in places (albeit manually) i've never heard of, or places i've heard rumours of.  One such rumour was of a dark base, devoid of any kind of life normally seen on regions with large dark space bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday the station finally managed to land at this afore rumoured region, this is the first thng i saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZNgb_891I/AAAAAAAAAG4/anrsoAM2k2k/s1600-h/dalek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 396px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZNgb_891I/AAAAAAAAAG4/anrsoAM2k2k/s400/dalek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338539627961448274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Daleks have always been in this old world, now however dear reader, they are doing the one thing I never thought that they would do...they are getting organised.  The picture above was taken straight between the doors of the exterior, behind what looks like the Dalek Emperor.  A High Council meeting is being planned for next week, this revelation will send shockwaves through an already fragile new High Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Daleks are back, and by the looks of it they may be forming their own council of sorts, is this the council i should "beware" of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-457620623887930149?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/457620623887930149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-and-portents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/457620623887930149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/457620623887930149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs-and-portents.html' title='Signs and Portents'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/ShZJydx1bSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/ijeWfljAZqo/s72-c/Snapshot_045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-4389788651584946146</id><published>2009-05-13T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:00:35.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops...</title><content type='html'>Part of the...hmm...how can i put this..perks, yes, perks.  Part of the perks of taking over an old Gallifeyan C.I.A installation is ya get to read over all the long forgotten files.  Files pertaining to, ohhhh lets see, a certain forgetfull old man still early in his regeneration cycle and piloting what i think The Rani would have described as "a pointless old museum peice of a TARDIS".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The certain old man is known in this universe as Mr Oolon Sputnik, and his rather aged TARDIS is strangley called "The Etheric Travel Cabinet".  It precariously hangs in a low orbit over the New Gallifrey region in this old flat world.  I decided to brush up on the certain individuals who are seemingly now forming what is essentially a new High Council of "Gallifrey".  Since it has now become apparent that their old world was destroyed it looks like they are now settling down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly this Mr Sputnik fellow has a habit of blindly (figurativley speaking, his vision is in fact very good) fumbling about his console not knowing what half of the levers actually do.  Several reports from the CIA's own files suggest that Mr Sputniks long suffering "PA" (i think thats some kind of gallifreyan term for bodyguard?) a Ms Terry Lightfoot could possibly pilot the...and i quote directly from the Zenobia Files..."antiquated, under powered, museum exhibit" TARDIS console better than he actally can.  The file on Mr Sputnik was cut short right where it got to the good bit about Mr Sputnik dropping a "monkey wrench" (whatever that is) into his console's innards by accident.  I'm guessing it was at this point that the records start to become incomplete due to Timelords like Mr Sputnik finding themselves by accident stranded in this old flat world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own curiosity got the better of me as always, so, using the Altera console which has far more power directed to it than the "standard" console room in the tech decks i decided to land my tardis right inside Mr Sputniks...while no one was there of course.  I just HAD to see what this console looked like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that Oolons TARDIS has a "lived in" feeling would be an understatement, its the quintessential old earth victorian feel, and that includes the VERY old console itself.  possibly one of the oldest consoles in this flat old world.  After prodding around the thing for a few minutes I started to get the feeling i was being watched, so i made a hasty retreat back into the station and dematted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of my day underneath the Altera console chuckling to myself at the old man piloting his old museum peice with his obviously overworked "PA" Ms Lightfoot worrying if he will be able to land the thing in the right place.  Just as i had visions of Mr Sputnik landing right inside the worst part of the doomed ship region thinking it was caledon the synchro spanner i had in my right hand....slipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It fell through the base of the console, right down into the Artron flow channel which connects the top of the eye room stabalizers to the base of the artron junction, i knew what was going to happen next.  I ran straight to the transmat booth and made directly for the breach room, by the time i got to the breach room i could already hear thje deep rumblings and minor eruptions of artron back flow coming from the altera console, so i done a full power down and then locked the station down.  Its the first time in possibly hundreds of years that the main powerlines of the station were switched off.  With the station in an emergenct lockdown it gave me access to the flow chamber directly below the main console, where i managed to retreive what was left of my rather expensive spanner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, i also noticed something else, one of the power junctions was sealed, deliberatley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tracked the blocked off junction back to what presumabley was the location of the APC net, in the administration office.  The files that zenobia holds were all inside the consoles main database but gettinfg the APC itself to work?  That would literally bring the station back to full operating conditions again.  Needless to say, I unblocked that channel, its now only a matter of time before the station realises and regens a new APC room...and THATS when i will be able to get some answers about some serious questions i have been asking myself over the past several months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, no more than 2 hours after the channel was unblocked, i got a message delivered to me, from someone offering a proposal, for reasons which i will keep to myself, i will decline to let you, dear reader, know what this offer actually was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-4389788651584946146?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/4389788651584946146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4389788651584946146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4389788651584946146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='oops...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2178718274458342311</id><published>2009-05-08T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T11:31:13.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another major overhaul</title><content type='html'>Well, i just went to a place known as "The Land of Who" i think it was some sort of shrine dedicated to that "Doctor" person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...it was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently from what the chaps over in the Katrina "Doctor Who" sim have said the land of who was the first place set up dedicated to this doctor fellow.  Has the Time War effects been leaking into this reality?  Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past few days i've been going over the schematics of the station, the ORIGINAL design of the station that is, back in the old days when it was being used by the C.I.A.  Some interesting things cropped up, the old administration level office was incomplete in this design, i may have to add a few little trinkets.  Also, when i appeared over at the station today to check the new remodelling of the altera console the lifts had vanished, all replaced with gallifreyan transmats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suits me fine, those lifts were becoming annoying, now you can transmat yourself from one end of the station to the other without having to do that whole "walking" thing through the eye room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2178718274458342311?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2178718274458342311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-major-overhaul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2178718274458342311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2178718274458342311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-major-overhaul.html' title='Another major overhaul'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-2531623417027252813</id><published>2009-04-25T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:05:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's been sleeping in my bed!</title><content type='html'>I remember tales my grandfather used to tell me when he was still here about goldy-something and the 3 hairy furries...i think they are called bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically someone breaking into the house of the 3 bears and snooping around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...someone's been snooping around the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong dear reader it's not as if I dont welcome visitors, the station has passing travellers all day long.  Some stick around, others are just using the place as a hopping point to another destination.  However someone has accessed the breach computers, and the only lift shaft that goes down there is tied to my bio-signature.  I checked the records, no one else has attempted to go down there using that lift shaft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did they get down there?  Also, at the time some of the security bars were up for testing, pure energy enhanced cored steel bars, whoever it was managed to get past the bars, down through the false lower deck, into the liftshaft and out through the closed doors into the Breach Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen something like this before, phase shifting it's called.  A technical thing where a person surrounds themselves in a shield and is able to pass straight through solid objects but there is no sign to the outside world that there is another level underneath the eye room.  Whoever it was, they knew something was down there, and they accessed all the relevant info with regards to the entire Zenobia Project and the demise of Zenobia Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seem's plain old C.I.A security isn't going to be enough, im going to have to call in some favours from the Weaponsmiths of Valen Industries, I hear they make good shield breaking rockets....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-2531623417027252813?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/2531623417027252813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/someones-been-sleeping-in-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2531623417027252813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/2531623417027252813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/someones-been-sleeping-in-my-bed.html' title='Someone&apos;s been sleeping in my bed!'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-1381678312333365188</id><published>2009-04-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:02:10.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tardis doctor who zenobia station'/><title type='text'>Hull Inspection &amp; Low Flying Aircraft</title><content type='html'>Its the weekend again in this old world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of various parties are finally coming to an end for this celebration the earthies call "easter".  Apparently it has something to do with a giant furry animal with large ears laying chocolate eggs everywhere?  Anyway, i partook in the easter festivities the great gods of Linden layed out for us mere residents in one of their special islands, and im still feeling ill...i think i ate too much chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noises that the station makes seem to be more calmer down, those groans and creaks will never go away but they seem to be getting less and less compared to what they were.  Since its the weekend what has become a regular routine has started again.  With the station now in what is basically a low atmospheric orbit certain...well...aircraft i suppose have a nasty habit of flying straight into it.  Now the station converted its mass to the basic building blocks of this world but since the station is still trying to lock up all the gaps in the walls i usually do these outside hull inspection every weekend.  It looks like most of the large gaps are finally being plugged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SetJ5yDYz-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfOOQGdtkoc/s1600-h/hull_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SetJ5yDYz-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfOOQGdtkoc/s400/hull_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432241333096418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, latlkey the station has been reorganizing the eye room, with the reorg of the room the altera time console above it got a facelift as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SetKiVCbBiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fTMVQPVmL2g/s1600-h/eye_001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SetKiVCbBiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fTMVQPVmL2g/s400/eye_001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326432937919055394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What seems to the the signs of a new planetarium room being opened in the technical level is starting to shape up as well, from what ive been able to see of it the thing looks like a map of this entire old world that I live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough of me rambling on today, time to get back to that hull inspection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-1381678312333365188?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/1381678312333365188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/hull-inspection-low-flying-aircraft.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/1381678312333365188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/1381678312333365188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/hull-inspection-low-flying-aircraft.html' title='Hull Inspection &amp;amp; Low Flying Aircraft'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SetJ5yDYz-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jfOOQGdtkoc/s72-c/hull_001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-7785203091476595847</id><published>2009-04-11T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:05:45.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breach Room</title><content type='html'>Today whilst messing around with the remains of the dalek station at the bottom of the technical level, and subsequently landing its exterior inside my neighbours house in Nassau Shores (that took a bit of explaining...) i heard the usual creaks and groans of the statio, but something else thundered from well above, coming from the direction of the eye room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went up the lift and raced over to the eye room from the technical deck side. The lift shaft which served the technical side of the eye room and moved people to the Altera Time Station had sealed itself off. As i ran to the opposite side of the eye room towards the habitation deck another thundering groan came from behind me from the direction of the old lift shaft. It had moved...1.5 metres to the left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Thats strange' i thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i jumped in it, and instead of two levels...it showed three on the panel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curiosity as they say killed the cat, lukily enough im not of the feline species so i headed straight down to the base of the eye cylinder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What confronted me...was quite frankly shocking...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323553025639950578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SeEPRXw5qPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0KdyC0pZTqE/s400/zenobiabreah_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a breach room alright, the walls are laced with Artron fibres and the hallway leading up to it is lined with pure lead, but those tanks were totally unexpeted. When you look close enough there is....well...tendrils i suppose you can call them that reach out towards you. The tank on the right hand side looks like it's been damaged a long time ago, i dare not go anywhere near that right side tank incase whatever is in those tanks tries to grab me. If i didnt know any better i would say those...things...inside the tank are fully grown Kaled mutants, but what the heck are they doing in a breach room?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When i accessed the control panel i found out. They ARE Kaled mutants. 3 of them in each tank. The mutants were...and your gona love this bit...a "gift" from the Dalek race to President Romana when there was peace accords between the Time Lords and the Daleks. The 6 Kaled mutants are "dumb" mutants, genetically altered to serve one purpose...to negate the need to a pure kaled to run that derelict Time Station at the base of the technical level. It seems the Dalek station was another "gift" basically the station was a cast off from the old Dalek Empire days and since they no longer needed it they gave a part of the old station to the Time Lords, installed it under the technical level, then installed these six "dumb" kaled mutants into a converted Breach Room so the Dalek stations always senced the presence of a Dalek, and therefore opened up its controls for non daleks to use. Pretty effective way of doing things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kaled mutants are kept alive by a stream of non infused proteins that are generated directly below the eye and injected into the tanks, hence the green glow, those tanks are laced with Artron energy as a residual effect of the length of time those mutants have been down here. Since they are "dumb" they are literally clones...with no higher brain functions, only basic survival instinct...but that one on the right is VERY rowdy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After getting over the initial shock i managed to locate the only 2 remaining breach room computers used for defence of the station...after taking a while to figure out what did what i managed to totally shut down the eye...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Eye of Zenobia, in rest mode&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323555570554408322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SeERlgTyjYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/lXpJKaNm_9A/s400/zenobiabreah_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the rings locked the power is still there, but the power isnt getting channeled into the time stations (both of them) or the research facilities...the station is virtually useless when the eye is in this state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second control panel did this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323556054162796546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SeESBp5A8AI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/3JOm-jzSx2E/s400/zenobiabreah_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a full out security lockdown.  Both lift shafts in the eye section are sealed and both joining tunnles between the 3 sections of the station are sealed.  Basically it means if someone was to invade and gain access to one of the canisters...the ENTIRE station can be locked down...therefore containing them within that canister.  With the eye off and the breach barrier up it makes the invasion of the station a very difficult and time consuming business, and if they do manage to penetrate all 3 of the cylinders with the lift's in the eye section closed off they would have a hard time getting to the Altera Time Console.  Not only that but when the station does raise the breach barriers the secondary time console....well...vanishes.  The stations chameleon system kicks in and destroys it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It looks like Zenobia has given up its last secret.  It also seems that the single lift shaft that has access to that breach room only allows one person down there...me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-7785203091476595847?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/7785203091476595847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/breach-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/7785203091476595847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/7785203091476595847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/breach-room.html' title='The Breach Room'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SeEPRXw5qPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0KdyC0pZTqE/s72-c/zenobiabreah_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-602981160050230256</id><published>2009-04-09T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:48:48.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fate of Zenobia Major</title><content type='html'>After getting back from a meeting with the new owner of Nassau Shores i decided to have a wander around the lower decks of the technical levels.  My attempts at squeezing through the gaps of the walls to get to that void below the eye was thwarted by the settling down of the station.  All the way through the entire station constant grinding groans and bangs can be heard, it gets worse the farther down you go.  However it seems the stations inner hull is starting to seal itself, those gaps are virtually gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the walls..well...closing in basically, some of the old power lines cut off as the station regenerates new lines from the now enclosed eye, and yes, it enclosed the eye, i think it was due to some drunk time lords constantly falling off the platform...sheesh.  Anyway, one of the powerlines that got cut fed one of the main research computers that was handling data from that half derelict DALEK time station at the bottom of the technical section.  It seems when the power cut the emergency battery cut in, and the whole bank of computers started churning out save crystals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That DALEK derelict wasnt what i thought at first, it wasnt a station for living in, it was a DALEK version of a TARDIS.  The thing is in such a bad shape that it's only managing to get to a few remote spots but i dont feel as wary going down there now as i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the crystals that was churned out last though was very worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was originally 3 stations all designated with the title "Zenobia" as i gleaned from the adhoc diary.  Shada Zenobia, Zenobia Minor, and the smallest of the 3 Zenobia Altera (nicknamed "The Canister").  Altera, the station i now command, was the first of the stations to be built and was overseen during the last years of Rassilon's time.  Shada was second and Major was the last to be built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fate of the other 2 stations was documented "publically" as being lost due to "unforseen time backwaves during a temporal shift"...basically they had no idea where the heck they sent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the C.I.A as always never quite tell the WHOLE truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an excerpt from a survivor of what was to be called the "Zenobia Major Debacle" the C.I.A kept this from even some of their own members.  It was in audio format, and incomplete.  The Time Initiate is in red, the person giving...well..the interrogation is in white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Date Log: 14 alpha-193 timeshift, LOCAL time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Subject: Time Initiate - Zenobia C10 "Major" inhabitant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Name: Xenithias Phaon Valdroa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Recorder/Interrogator: C.I.A Agent Artrexes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Subject Reason: Apparent loss of Zenobia C10 (UNCONFIRMED)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"...ok lets start from the beginning again shall we?  You stated that the C.I.A representative and the overseer from the high council had an arguement, correct?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ummm...yes, thats correct they had been argueing about the state of the stations vortex core for the previous 2 days"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"...and you are ABSOLUTELY sure it was the high council overseer who overruled the C.I.A agents doubts as to the stability of the vortex core of the station?  You HAVE to be sure about this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"....uhhhhh, yes, yes I am absolutely sure"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"hold on a second, i need to make sure my guradian is hearing this"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;At this point dear reader there is a long pause.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ok, so the overseer overruled the agent, what happened next?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The high council member ordered the operations cheif to start the process countdown for a vortex jump in the Oleron sector, gamma 2 hydra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A beeping noise is heard in the background and a faint voice then asks the interrogator if the time initiate said Oleron sector, the interrogator confirms this and the faint voice then says "rassilon preserve us....".&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Ok initiate, so the jump took place, go through what happened after that one more time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The jump went smoothly, the station was still intact.  The inline and out of phase scanner detected nothing in the vicinity of the station in the entire parsec..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;faint sounds of the initiate started to break down crying&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"This is C.I.A alpha, artrexes pausing for restbite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The record then continued on after a break of about 10 minutes...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"ok, so you managed the jump into oleron, then what happened?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"The stations vortex drive started to expend much more energy than it should have.  The readings were up at the hundreds not down in the single numbers it should have been at.  The technicians all gathered round the portal window looking outside to the space surrounding the station and were pointing at a large blue/gold vortex that was forming outside.  The vortex then collapsed and the station experienced a series of large collisions...we had...no idea what was out there until the last few minutes..."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faint sounds of the initiate starting to cry&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"go on initiate!  what did you see!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"It was massive, black, it had the ability to morph parts of its body.  It had wrapped several long...tendril like appendages around the central deck and was burying them inside the station, at that point the vortex drive collpased and the station started to disintegrate.....the emergency capsules materialised but by that time all out panic had started...we had NO IDEA!  We thought it was dead space!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"INITIATE!  What happened as you were leaving the station!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The capsule viewscreen was showing the....thing...wrapping itself around what was left of the station, then the collapse of the vortex drive must have cause the residual artron energy to transduct the station and that thing to god knows what dimension..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The recording ends abruptly with the faint voice in the background saying "inform the high council i want a meeting with them now!  We told them about the rumours from the olecron system, several TARDIS capsules have already been lost in that sector and now a whole damn statio...."&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...and so the final fate of Zenobia Major dear reader.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever that thing was...it jumped to another dimension and judgeing by the records the time lords dont know which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope for all our sakes, it wasnt this dimension...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-602981160050230256?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/602981160050230256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/fate-of-zenobia-major.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/602981160050230256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/602981160050230256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/fate-of-zenobia-major.html' title='The fate of Zenobia Major'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-492027865162756896</id><published>2009-04-09T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:13:02.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the times...they are a changin...</title><content type='html'>I've lived on Nassau Shores in one way or another almost since i first popped into this flat old world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way through the past year and a bit its been basically the same owners, loopy and dean/heide and luke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in a very sudden announcement Heide and Luke have said it was time for them to move on.  There is now a new owner in Nassau Shores who is not one of the original staff, infact, im the last of the original staff left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new owner already owns a successful rental business on that god awfull mainland, however i went to his region today and found his older rental place calm, relaxing and (strangely for the mainland) totally lag free.  He seems a nice sort of fellow, but I cant help but feel like an old dinosaur in Nassau as the new kids on the block take the place over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nassau Shores after Luke and Heide removed their home and club, Scots Corner Lighthouse/TARDIS in the background.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sd6c8pJNooI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GzUK2At14OQ/s1600-h/Snapshot_006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 503px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sd6c8pJNooI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GzUK2At14OQ/s400/Snapshot_006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322864375249085058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-492027865162756896?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/492027865162756896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-timesthey-are-changin.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/492027865162756896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/492027865162756896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-timesthey-are-changin.html' title='For the times...they are a changin...'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sd6c8pJNooI/AAAAAAAAAF4/GzUK2At14OQ/s72-c/Snapshot_006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-157373622398632691</id><published>2009-04-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T16:07:53.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of mass</title><content type='html'>Ever since the station jumped to the Marti region of land and the new LightARDIS...no, that sounds wrong...ok, Lighthouse TARDIS was formed in Nassau Shores something has been annoying me at the back of my mind...the size of the stations middle cylinder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to get into the bowels of the left and right cylinder, under the last deck of each.  Theres nothing there, its simply the outer hull and a LONG drop to the base of the hull, more than likley future expansion points for the station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That middle cylinder though is much larger than it ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time station (a static TARDIS Console) at the top only takes up less than 20% of the total size.  The eye directly beneath roughly 70%, theres something else below the eye room that the central lift shafts do not reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading the adhoc manual i read something about a "breach room" that was installed in the stations bigger brother, Zenobia Major.  The same station that was apparently commandeered by the C.I.A after the trial of this Doctor fellow.  The breach room in the Larger zenobia station was a "safe house" of sorts incase the station should fall under seige or attack from another group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mention of a breach room was ever written down in the scribbled notes of the Doctor, Borusa or Rassilon...so whats down there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed small gaps in the joins between the outerhull and the 3 metre thick floor of the eye room...maybe if i can just squeeze myself down there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-157373622398632691?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/157373622398632691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/matter-of-mass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/157373622398632691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/157373622398632691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/matter-of-mass.html' title='A matter of mass'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3084330423364865620</id><published>2009-04-07T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:45:17.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The C.I.A are here?</title><content type='html'>I was checking the rooms of the technical deck and had a closer look at the very top level of the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strange contraption of oval shaped rings all in a row and computer decks adorn the entire top floor of this deck. It also seems to be the major landing point for other time lords (this world or from gallifrey Time Lords) who land in the station. After pressing a few buttons on one of the control panels the large...well...time tunnel i suppose...lit up with VERY old technology, sparks, strange sounds and a MASSIVE drain on the eye of zenobia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the heck the station decided this underpowered, overwheight old museum peice should be in the very top floor of the technical deck is beyond me but i think i know why it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place I ended up in once travelling through the tunnel contraption was called Timeforce 10. At the time i was there the place was empty (i have a good habit of doing that, arriving when a place is empty)...they are C.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wether they are original C.I.A members from gallifrey who don't know about the appearance of Zenobia in this dimension, or a makeshift C.I.A made up by new world Time Lords is another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's now 2 different groups i need to keep a close eye on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3084330423364865620?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3084330423364865620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/cia-are-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3084330423364865620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3084330423364865620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/cia-are-here.html' title='The C.I.A are here?'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3778946346242898276</id><published>2009-04-07T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:38:53.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning - Past and Present - Part 5</title><content type='html'>...and so dear reader we are almost up to the present day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station, once regenerating its outer hull and merging with what was left of my old Type 39 TARDIS was simply too large to stay in my old home of Nassau Shores, so it decided to transduct itself to another place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i held onto the door rail the entire station started to fade in and out of the sim, much like a TARDIS exterior might, this time it was different from the scenes of the transduction in the "visions" I had.  It was more straight forward, more cleaner.  I think since the station was now locked in this dimension the transduction process was more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a minute the station had found it's new resting place...right next door to the earth based region of Katrina, we had landed in the Marti region.  It was an obvious choice, sitting against the "Cardiff Rift" in this flat old world where interdimensional anomalies have appeared and literally hundreds of people who use TARDIS ships are seen every week, i think the station is hinting that i should keep an eye on the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a whole month after the jump certain sections of the station are still groaning and settling down, and even after a month certain parts of the station are still regenerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like old things, always have, i also like modernistic things.  It's a strange eclectic mix i know but the station seem's to have settled itself down to a predominantly buresquian design.  The bar in the habitation section just looks fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Bar&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SduyZ_vSyuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P2UO-9TsODc/s1600-h/bar_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SduyZ_vSyuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P2UO-9TsODc/s400/bar_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322043544344644322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the station now being part of the this flat old worlds environment it has of course reverted to the basic building blocks of this world, and, thankfully im able to edit sections of it (but not all of it) if something is in place that I dont like.  The Zenobia Eye however is locked with only the control panel allowing any kind of control over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shift to Marti also meant that there was now more room available for the station to complete itself.  Directly above the eye a new control console appeared, and boy does the thing look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The console&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SduzV-tiDLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K3Z9BMBt8u0/s1600-h/zenobia+tardis_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SduzV-tiDLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/K3Z9BMBt8u0/s400/zenobia+tardis_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322044574860971186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having had the chance to finally explire the place fully the station design seems to be in 3 distinct sections.  The centre section being the powerhouse of the eye and the primary locked time station.  The longest section is the technical section with the secondary time station and the remains of a dalek station added on below.  I rarley go down to the dalek derelict, whenever i am down there something tells me i shouldnt spend too much time down there so i leave, fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time is spent in the habitation section, with the bar, the library, the swimming pool and the garden giving lots of relaxation places to wander about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However over the past 2 weeks or so i've been feeling...restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station seems to have settled on its current location, but one thing still bothers me, this "High Council" that is forming over at the New Gallifrey region of this flat old world.  In The Rani's final message to me she was correct, other Time Lords have made it into this reality.  Some of them was probably by accident and they are making a living for themselves in this reality.  Other's however I am not too sure about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spending a considerable amount of time in the Katrina region next door and after making some enquiries it seems hardly any of the "Time Lords" who hang around in that region even know about the formation of a new high council of Gallifrey.  It is becoming more and more apparent though that the people behind this High Council have managed to, well, change certain aspects of this old world i live in.  It's insidious, you can't REALLY see it, but the changes are there.  The sudden accpetance of TARDIS like machines, the availability of tens of different consoles, the apparent plethora of different world companies making these things and lastly the fact that the regular inhabitants of this world are now mingling with some of the Time Lords who actually made it into this reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warning of "beware the council" and "beware the omega" are the two warnings which still have not had a decent resolve.  "Beware the fall" well, that already happened.  By the looks of it Gallifrey is no more, whatever happened to The Doctor and The Rani is anyones guess.  The fact that the C.I.A, The Doctor and The Rani were all working in conjunction with each other to move this station into this reality is a testament to the technological succesess that Gallifreyan society has had.  However, from the looks of things the gallifreyans who are here have thrown out the rule book and are now directly interacting and in some cases trying to shape this land that I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had some Time Lords actually visit the station, most of them look around and run out as fast as they can, others have came along and walked away in disbeleif, all of them have stated that this station should not be under the control of a non gallifreyan, but it's too late for that, the station is mine, and i don;t think Zenobia will willingly fall into someone else's hands either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...me being a pessimist I can't beleive that the High Council, whoever they are, have not already heard that the station has appeared.  I've heard rumours that the Eye Of harmony construct below the Panoptican is almost an exact replica of the one from the station, so maybe one of them have already been to this station while i was away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, i need an escape plan incase the Time Lords to try and reclaim the station back.  Most of the place is locked to my own bio signature, the eye and the 2 time stations can be locked out, dismantled and the chameleon circuit disengaged so the station is powerless and useless to anyone who tries to take it over.  Not only that, but i think whatever intelligence resided in that cloud from my own old type 39 which is now in the eye also senced this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old Type 39 in Nassau Shores was merged with the station, leaving me without a home in Nassau Shores.  However, that little black box which the rani gave me made its final appearance 2 days ago...in Nassau Shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the loss of my Type 39 i've been living in the Scot's Corner lighthouse in Nassau.  An old derelict lighthouse which i've given a lick of paint to.  When the box appeared (and thank god none of the renters were around...half of them are clueless and it would take a week to explain all this) it made straight for the lighthouse, and it...altered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scots Corner Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sdu4rAagNjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J-0gvWcYpPE/s1600-h/bar_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sdu4rAagNjI/AAAAAAAAAFk/J-0gvWcYpPE/s400/bar_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050433653421618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alterations to the lighthouse were VERY subtle, with the doors locked and the windows closed it looks like an every day lighthouse you find in this world, however the changes inside, and especially to the second level were a massive surprise...a wooden TARDIS console is now embedded inside the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The New Wooden Console&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sdu5LiZ9eKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XElW3bT6zbA/s1600-h/bar_005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/Sdu5LiZ9eKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XElW3bT6zbA/s400/bar_005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050992533764258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, i now have 2 houses, the station, and the lighthouse.  I have a means of escapse if i do have to shut the stations eye down and then make a quick getaway.  The station itself added 2 massive metal doors to the joining struts that link up the 3 canisters, i think even the station is preparing for some unwelcome visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question still remains, will the High Council accept the loss of their last station and move on?  Or will they try and take it back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is now the question I am asking myself today dear reader...and only time will tell what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3778946346242898276?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3778946346242898276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning-past-and-present-part-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3778946346242898276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3778946346242898276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning-past-and-present-part-5.html' title='In the beginning - Past and Present - Part 5'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SduyZ_vSyuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P2UO-9TsODc/s72-c/bar_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-6702521209764804455</id><published>2009-04-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:15:50.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Beginning - Regene WHAT?! - Part 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It didnt take me long to figure out where the station was headed. It was on a straight course into my old TARDIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first gut instinct was to run, just get the hell out of the whole sim cause something THAT big colliding with a peice of machinery which could travel across the entire domension of this old world was bound to cause some kind of explosion, and i didnt want to be here when the poor saps renting beach apartment down below get teleported to another sim cause they got killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was trying to figure out how to get out of the place the TARDIS exterior i was flying in at the time decided to slam it's door shut. Now this isn't the first time my rickety old TARDIS has done something like this, but this time however i simply could not get the door open. Not one for figuring things out i simply tried to teleport out of Nassau Shores and leave the sim to fend for itself...then i got the teleport failiure, i tried again...teleport failure, and again...yup, teleport failure. With 3 useless teleport fails in a row i found myself falling out of the tardis exterior and landing, rather unceremoniously on my butt, on the roof of the TARDIS console.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no way to leave the sim, and a massive half destroyed station looming over me i prepared for the worse and braced myself for one of those god awefull teleports after death...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at this point though that things...stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up...the chunks of falling station debris was floating in mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked down...the roof of my TARDIS console was now transparent and the rotor in the center was gone, replaced with a dull orange/white glow in the heart of the console. The glowing cloud started to move upwards, and not being one to get in the way of scary clouds of death i moved over, but the cloud followed me. I chanced my luck and fell 50 odd metres below to the residential park platform, looked up, the cloud was still following me. It was at this point i remembered that line from this Doctor's fellows entry in the Zenboia Manual/Doctors Diary..."under no circumstances should a non gallifreyan interact with this station, the ramifications of a non timelord being bonded with this station is immesurable". Then i remembered the last words that the Rani said in her note, to "look after" the station. At this point i made a concious choice to do what my grandfather told me to always do in these situations which is "buckle up, close your eyes and enjoy the ride".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours later i woke up in a large cylindrical building staring upwards at what looked like massive half destroyed pillars which were slowly and erratically circling around a dim glowing sphere...this MUST be the Eye of Zenobia, or at least what was left of the eye. I looked to my arm which was now glowing with increasing intensity and then i realised something was trying to pull me upwards, it was very subtle, but it was there. The glowing cloud heart substance from my own TARDIS was hovering over a gangplank which was extended towards the dim glowing orb in the middle of the eye. I stood up, and walked in much pain up the half decayed stairs and over to the gangplank. What happened next i'm still trying to get my head around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i neared the glowing cloud from my own TARDIS what seemed like a choir of voices started saying "beware the fall" and a more quieter voice...alone said "the fall has happened". Again the choir of voices spoke saying "beware the omega", the lone voice underneath saying "they have arrived". By this point in time i was thinking i had partaken too much in that round of drinks from the Heavens Garden Club Rockaway bar the night before but even as I was in a dazed confused mess i kept walkig closer and closer to the cloud from my own TARDIS. The very last time i heard the choir it sounded more like a scream from the depths of the Doomed Ship (my that region is scary) "beware the council" was an outright scream of pain from the choir and the lone voice which had now changed to sound like a wizened old man then said "hmmm? yes? The Council dear boy! They have formed here! Now stop dilly dallying and touch the cloud!" as his voice stopped i heard the sound of a tune being played, it sounded almost like one of those flute contraptions the tinies play in Raglanshire, as the flute noise started to fade away i heard the voice of a much younger man saying something about babies that were made of jelly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point in time dear reader i had absolutley no idea what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i neared the cloud the massive ring contraptions that surrounded the eye stopped moving. The ring circles which were spinning around the eye also stopped and the whole station shuddered as i heard a crashing noise coming from below me. The station had collided with my type 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point i was thrown backwards and hit my arm and shoulder against the wall, i could feel the snap as my arm broke and at this point i thought to myself that this Rani person REALLY had it in for me fron the first time we met. As i tried to stand up my own TARDIS...or at least what was left of it...cloud shone a brilliant white and a thin beam buried itself into my head, i thought to myself "ok...alien tentacle rape in doomed ship, now my TARDIS is gonna kill me for letting a half dead station ram into it. Nothing of the sort though, as my vision cleared i was stajnding in a large green ribbed building, with lots of old and young men in flowing robes of various colours and large shoulder pads and helmets. Then out of the corner of my eye, someone who looked totally out of place walked in. He was wearing a green velvet like smoking jacket, had long brown curly hair and had a young look to him, but old at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked up to a woman who was sitting in some kind of throne and said "Rom, sorry, Lord President Romana...it has started" The president then looked out towards the crowd and said "high council, members of the houses of Gallifrey and Time Lords...the war which has been brewing for so many years has begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene flashed into a brilliant white and then faded into another scene which i recognised, it was Zenobia, roughly where i was laying half unconcious i guessed. The same tall thin young man in the green velvet jacket was talking to a group of men, all dressed in black robes, all standing around a small black box, the same black box that the Rani came here looking for, and the same black box she held to me. The young man looked at the box and asked the concerned others standing around "will it work?" The others replied "we have no idea, nothing this large has ever been transducted by the C.I.A before, the previous experiement on Shada Zenobia threw the station into an unknown dimension, and as for the Zenobia Major debacle...well, you can see why we are worried". Again, a brilliant flash of white and a fade into the same position, this time though there was loud heavy bangs heard just outside the wall and many people were running around. The rings around the station's eye has stopped spinning and the small black box was wired directly into the eye's controller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the scenes of what was obviously the war reaching the station unfolded the president rushed in along with the same young man in the green jacket. The president looked at the black box and simply said "do it, we cant let this station or the Dalek hulk its attached to fall into the hands of the Daleks", she turned round to the young man and said "the preparations have already been made, escape vortexes to random dimensions have been stabalised and the great and the good of Gallifrey are leaving, the war is lost" She turned round while walking out and said "its been my honor to know you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they all walked out, the young man stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, a bright flash and a fade in to the same spot in the station with this same young man. He was looking over some diagrams and muttering to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok...the first jump was a success, station is well out of the way of those damn pepperpots. Now i have to figure out where the last set of co-ordinates is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started hitting buttons on a large green panel. As he finished he hit a large blue button on the top and the whole station started to distort and twist, finally ending in a large groan and a kind of popping sound. The young man looked suddenly worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No this cant be right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more the station was being pounded by large heavy blasts from outside, as i turned my head round to look at the viewscreen i could see large spinning brown disk like ships...hundreds of thousands...perhaps millions of them heading towards the station. The young man flicked a switch and the view screen altered to see a smaller fleet, much smaller. The smaller fleet were taking heavy losses and some of them were exploding. As one of the ships exploded a large chunk of it hit a distant far off section of the station causing the whole place to give out a massive groan of tearing superstructure. The view screen centered in to the whole in the side of another column section of the station, and hundreds of small black dots started pouring out of one of the large brown ships and into the hole in the side of the station. The young man quickly ran to the entrance portal of a corridor and hit a large orange button. The rings of the eye of the station started to slide downwards and the eye section detached a large chunk of itself and floated in mid air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its too damn soon! I'm not ready! The young man dashed towards another control area and hit 2 buttons, the station started to shake and distort and as the noise grew louder a metallic looking...thing...with a domed head and a large eye stalk glided in and shouted "DOC-TOR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station then started to distort even more and just before the fade to white i spotted who i now knew was The Doctor place his hand into the massive detached section of the eye, as he did so the station made its final jump to this old flat world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i stood up back in my own reality the glowing white cloud from my TARDIS started moving toward the dim remnants of the eye of zenobia, and finally moved inside it. The bright glow of the eye started the outer rings moving again, this time more stable and inline with the other rings. I noticed another platform which led up to the eye itself, as i walked closer another beam of light shone from the eye and I could see The Rani right infront of me, as if she was here. She looked right at me and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...if your seeing this it means this junk heap of a station actually did make it here, and if myself and the Doctor are still alive he's probably looking for me right now and well gloatingly remind me that I said this station would never jump. He actually got the co-ordinates right...DAMN HIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you've seen the breif history of this station from the point of view of your TARDIS which was on the front lines of the final battle. All you have seen is true, and if I managed to make it to your miserable little world then so have other Time Lords and so have The Daleks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This station CANNOT fall into the hands of the Time Lords or the Daleks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and with that last shout at me she vanished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now knew what this was all about. The Doctor had decided to transduct the station into a reality that was somewhat unknown...this reality, the reality i live in. He done it in the hopes that what he feared the most, a non gallifreyan becoming bonded with the station would actually happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked up to the now bright eye of harmony...closed my eyes...braced myself...and stuck my glowing arm into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Eye Of Zenobia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321808985290580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdrdE3K6I6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lw-JQjU4PZ8/s400/zenobiaeye_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bright flash that followed blinded me.  I felt like something inside had grabbed my arm and was taking chunks out of my body.  At the point of the pain getting really bad i guess I must have blacked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, who knows how many hours later, in a large...well...tank.  It was right above the eye, i had never seen it there before.  As i walked out of the tank i heard a voice behind and below me say two words "get out".  As they spoke it the entire station started to groan with a deep rumble.  I had no idea where to go at this point as this was the only part of the station I had actually seen.  I noticed a small hole in the wall with daylight showing outside so i chanced it, i put my old jet pack on, hoped the dang thing would work and jumped out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily this time it did work.  As i floated about 200 meters away from the station, almost half way across the sim, i got a feel for the sheer size of the place.  As i watched the outer walls of the station which were potmarked, blackened and had whole chunks missing from it started to glow.  More large golden spikes started to appear on the roof and underside of the central column and the walls of the station turned into a deep glowing burnt copper.  As the glowing subsided the station slowly spun round to reveal the back of it to me....and a garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i landed in the garden i recognised it immediatley, it was a perfect replica of my grandfathers garden when he lived in the Exorbia sim before it closed.  Perfect in every detail, right down to the little rabbits scurrying around on the ground.  I sat down next to the rabbits as tears of joy started rolling down my face, as i looked down into the pond those tears of joy soon vanished when i reliaed the reflection staring back at me was a different man...it wasnt me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran through the connecting portal into a sumptious bar, but i didnt care about the decor, once finding a mirror at the bar i confirmed it, i had changed, a totally different body, but still the same mind.  It was me, but not me.  I remember reading in the manual of the station, something written down by the Cardinal about a regen chamber which would suddenly appear if a timelord or non gallifreyan was nearing death.  For some reason the chamber would ALWAYS appear if a non gallifreyan was around.  No one knew why the station did that.  I walked towards the eye again and looked up at the chamber, it looked like it was a fixed permanent fixture of the station now.  The outer rings had changed their size and shape so anyone...probably me...could walk up the platform without being knocked out by massive ring shields and then walk straight into the chamber.  Thats when it hit me, the reason The Doctor originally said their would be "massive ramifications" if a non gallifreyan took control of the station...that non gallifreyan would be almost LIKE a Time Lord, but with one major difference...infinite regenerations and the ability to change form whenever they please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i started to smile at this though of being able to change shape when i felt like it i felt a shuddering i recognised immediately...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the station was preparing for another transduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-6702521209764804455?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/6702521209764804455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning-regene-what-part-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/6702521209764804455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/6702521209764804455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginning-regene-what-part-5.html' title='In The Beginning - Regene WHAT?! - Part 4'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdrdE3K6I6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/lw-JQjU4PZ8/s72-c/zenobiaeye_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-5846261021267332579</id><published>2009-04-01T13:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:41:55.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...Part 3 - The Canister appears</title><content type='html'>After months of going through the last chapter and reading my own TARDIS databanks I concluded that this war the Rani mentioned has already had an impact on this flat old world i live on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note which fell out of that diary/book when i first opened it had some strange symbols which even i didnt understand written on the back.  After taking 2 months to decipher them via some old Gorean Books of Lore, The Book of Linden and then running it continously through the TARDIS databanks the 2 lines of symbols translated (roughly) into these words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the fall, beware the Omega, beware the Council"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what these words meant when i first translated them, and i still have no idea who wrote them because the writing didnt match either the Rani, Rassilon, Doctor or Borusa, but i think after the recent events of the previous month and a half i now do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I became aware of this TARDIS ship, i have noticed other TARDIS ships of varying size and power all over this flat old world.  Pre TARDIS days i simply thought of them as eccentric rich folks sky boxes.  I remember my grandfather talking to me when i was a boy, how he and his fellow "humans" who came from a place called "earth" would love to have been able to simply drop a object, drag it up into the sky and make it stay there.  I always thought my grandad as being simply..well...insane.  He always asserted that this wasnt his world, that he was brought here against his free will by an alien race.  I wish he was still around today to see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather mentioned being inside a strange craft while exploring in his early days in this "Second Life" as he called it.  From what i remember of his description the craft he was in MUST have been an early type 40 TARDIS.  This coupled with the ever increasing amount of "earth like" regions appearing (Katrina being one of them) has led me to beleive that this war the rani mentioned has already had a serious impact on this old world of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the translated line...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the fall"  ...I'm starting to surmise that the Gallifreyans lost this war that The Rani was talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Omega" ...While in the Katrina region i noticed in a shop of all places what looked like the sign of Omega, indeed it was.  The sign was a SHOP SIGN...the shop was SELLING time travel capsules!  They were not the only one either, Another one was called Snook, another called NovaTech (whom i had already bought transport pads and lifts from...i had no idea Mr Pontchartrain had access to Time Lord technology) and another was called Vortech Industries.  However this line specifically mentioned Omega...and i think it's due to the last part of that translated sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beware the Council" ...While travelling around in my old type 30 in Nassau Shores i landed, by accident, in a place called "New Gallifrey".  Now theres nothing mysterious about that, the word Gallifrey has been part of this old worlds language for aeons, however the building i seen on the ground level sent a shiver down my spine.  It was shown in an old book in my TARDIS library and i remember the image clearly since it was a very unusual building, that, plus the name of the building was on the parcel *cough* it was The Panopticon...the same one from the book, although slightly smaller and a different colour.  While i was there i noticed 3 people.  A small old man, a tall long haired creature of which I have had dealings with her race before...the Sidhe (pronounced Shee...or Shea) and a female with long robes who vanished inside a TARDIS.  All 3 of them were working on this building and as i sneaked into the upper chamber I instantly recognised the layout of seats and a large circular table as the council of Time Lords meeting chamber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sometime soon the High Council of Gallifrey will be convening here...on this old flat world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point it all fell into place.  The council being reformed, the Panoptican being built, the amount of TARDIS capsules i have seen...I can only guess that some of these timelords were forced here during the war, or came here of their own free will to make a new life for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month and a half ago i heard rumours from some people that a large strange anomaly was seen in various regions of this old world.  It was like a massive blue hole in the sky, it would open, then close.  At the same time my own old Type 39 started having massive drains of power from whereever it gets its power from.  This continued for around a week until all of a sudden my TARDIS simply died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It lay like that for a further 2 weeks, not knowing what the problem was with it i simply went under the console and hit the reset bar...the after effects of me holding that bar i can still feel today.  When the bar was pushed down the time rotor instantly switched on, the TARDIS was in flight...with my hand directly below the Time Column.  I must have layed on the floor of the console knocked out for about 8 hours.  When i awoke my entire arm and the left side of my body was glowing with a strange orange glow...and then it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first it was like the sound of light rain, something was hitting the roof of the console room.  Then it was like the sound of VERY large objects, a LOT of them hitting the roof, with my arm still glowing I immediatley done a manual land roughly 500 meters above the console and then went into flight, something which my TARDIS does not like doing.  After flying up through a shower of large rough metal chunks i slammed into the base of a massive huge structure, a structure which was slowly descending down towards my own TARDIS.  It was Zenobia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenobia after the regeneration as it is today...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPQ8ulJvzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J3tvApb8DAI/s1600-h/zenobiastation_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPQ8ulJvzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J3tvApb8DAI/s400/zenobiastation_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825326569275186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The station must have appeares about 30 minutes before i had came round.  It look battered.  Massive chunks of its outer structure was peeling off like an onion and raining down on the sim below and on the roof of my own TARDIS, the station was on a slow and constant decent...like it was being drawn to something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-5846261021267332579?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/5846261021267332579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginningpart-3-canister-appears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5846261021267332579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/5846261021267332579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginningpart-3-canister-appears.html' title='In the beginning...Part 3 - The Canister appears'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPQ8ulJvzI/AAAAAAAAAFE/J3tvApb8DAI/s72-c/zenobiastation_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3668304463976161645</id><published>2009-04-01T12:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:57:41.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...Part 2 - Zenobia Altera</title><content type='html'>It had taken me weeks to read through the entire large manual up to it's last chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of the book or diary was the final 100 pages which were all written in the Gallifreyan ancient dialect, the worrying thing was i knew what this all meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that a TARDIS is able to have a telepathic link to whomever "owns" it, even older Time Travel Capsules like this type 39 had the ability of telepathic link's to its occupants.  Its what made me able to read the manual afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original TARDIS at my home in NASSAU SHORES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPAcDCRUWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4exio3S7CeI/s1600-h/nassau+tardis_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPAcDCRUWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4exio3S7CeI/s320/nassau+tardis_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319807172938387810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last 100 pages were were written by 3 distinct timelords, ohh, and Time Lords are the race of Gallifreyans who have been granted the use of a TARDIS.  The 3 people were called Rassilon, Doctor and Borusa.  The last chapter was written literally a millenia apart.  All of it was about one subject, a time station called Zenobia Minor, better known to it's users as "The Canister" or "Altera".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rassilon entries were all about the construction of the station, or should i say watching the station construct itself.  Zenobia Minor was the first and it seems the last attempt by this Rassilon person to create a semi sentient structure able to transport people much further than the outer sphere of influence of Gallifreys own Eye of Harmony, the power source which powered all these time travel facilities.  The Zenobia Station had one thing which Zenobia Major and the Shada Zenobia station didnt have, its own Eye of Harmony.  The stations eye was so large that it took up more than half of the entire inner structure.  The last part of rasillon's section mentioned something about a council of time lords turning against him, then his section ended abruptly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second section, and the shortest was from someone called Cardinal Borusa.  It seems he was in charge of the young Time Lords who were undergoing training under a house, i think that may be a clan or group, called the Prydonians.  Zenobia-Altera as it was now called was the station that was being used to train young time lords the ways and means of piloting a TARDIS.  Since the station had it's own console directly above the eye Borusa thought it would be a good idea to use the station for training purposes.  Most of his section of the last chapter was him complaining about the lack of decorum that the young time lords had and that the academy should tighten it's belt a bit more.  One curious mention was made about an organization called the Celestial Intervention Agency.  The mention about them simply said... "they wanted the whereabouts of The Doctor, i had to give it to them".  After that line Borusas section ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and longest section of the final chapter was from the aforementioned "Doctor".  It seems this person was rather...eccentric?  He loved to muse about playing tunes on something called a "recorder" and often talked about someone called Lethbridge-Stewart.  He also mentioned meeting his "other selves" in the Dark Tower.  To be honest the reason why most of this section was so long was because he treated what was obvisouly an ad-hoc manual for this Zenobia station as his diary.  The one good thing about the Doctor fellow though was that he gave a great insight into the race of people called Gallifreyans, not only that but also an insight in laymans terms on how to pilot, work, and access the databanks of a Type 40 TARDIS, and, as The Doctor himself wrote "the only difference between the 39 and 40 is the type 40 has the kitchen so far away from the control room that i have lost a substantial amount of wheight due to me being too lazy, and jamie to useless at directions, to actually go to the kitchen".  It was due to the doctors musing about the Type 40 that i managed to access the deep core files of my own tardis databanks, and the information i found in there revealed this little old world i live in as an insignificant blip in a much wider, and more marvellous universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When The Doctor actually did talk about Zenobia he gave a large insight on the way the Celestial Intervention Agency was running the place, it seems that by the time this Doctor fellow started writing this last section the C.I.A had taken the station over and had moved the entire structure just outside the Kasterborus system, which is the home system that Gallifrey is in.  The Doctors last mention of the station was that "under no circumstances should a non gallifreyan interact with this station, the ramifications of a non timelord being bonded with this station is immesurable".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3668304463976161645?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3668304463976161645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginningpart-2-zenobia-altera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3668304463976161645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3668304463976161645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-beginningpart-2-zenobia-altera.html' title='In the beginning...Part 2 - Zenobia Altera'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D7cMNMasyVs/SdPAcDCRUWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/4exio3S7CeI/s72-c/nassau+tardis_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-4249933772990766190</id><published>2009-03-28T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:24:56.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the beginning...Part 1</title><content type='html'>As I sit here and listening to the low creaking of the structure of this station as it settles down after the...well...jump really, from one region of this Second Life world to another I think back as to how I managed to stumble upon this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little over 9 months ago, while working as a concierge looking after the apartment renters in the region of Nassau Shores that i first noticed an unusual groaning/wheezing sound coming from the direction of the old patch of land where the mall once was.  The old mall at Nassau Shores was a massive building, erected over the site of a former mansion where the owner had simply, according to onlookers "vanished in a strange looking red and grey pyramid".  The pyramid groaned and wheezed as it vanished, the owner was never seen again and the old mansion, although still being payed for, was left unused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole area of land that the mansion stood on was put up for tender and thats when Nassau Shores finally got a new mall.  The old mansion was demolished and we never thought of it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months ago however massive land works was going on in the region as myself as head concierge was getting ready to place te new public park on the ground of the old mall, which once was the ground of the old mansion i mentioned earlier.  The groaning wheezing sound caught my attention and i waled over to what was left of the base of the mall only to find the same red and grey pyramid standing in the corner, with a female with long grey hair standing over what looked like a small casket.  She turned round, seen me and called me over.  She never gave her name, all she said was that she was leaving this "dimensional area" for the last time, never to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me a small black box, told me to use it only when i was alone, then she simply vanished...as if moving from one region of this old flat world to another.  The pyramid stood there for a number of days, and it to...vanished.  The small black box didnt have any features on it, was completely smooth with no obvious signs of a lid or button feature.  It wasnt until the pyramid vanished that the box...changed.  I woke up in my modest skybox apartment to what could only be described as some sort of control room with a large console in the center.  The middle of the console had a glowing cylinder that moved up and down intime with the same groaning and wheezing sound i heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the side was a small book, a diary of sorts...written in a language i didnt recognise but for some reason I was able to understand it.  The book was full of diagrams and thesis of a system called "Time and Relative Dimension in Space".  It was from a planet called Gallifrey which occupied a dimension OUTSIDE of this flat old world where i have lived for so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i picked the book up, a note fell out, again in the same strange language, the note said the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Greetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt by the time you read this your small brain will have realied that something is going on in this "sim" or "region" or whatever you call these annoyimg small plots of land you live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My return to my own dimension will be my last trip, a war is brewing on my own plane of existance, a war which your world will never have to witness and your puny brains will never be able to comprehend.  However in my dealings with your people I have came across some signs of intelligence, and you seem to be the brightest spark in this dim little world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be around for much longer, maybe i might even be dead by the time you read this but this gift I give you is not from the kindness of my heart, its out of necessity.  The organization i work for has lost something, something large, very large.  As I return to my own planet, if the awefull tedious place is still there, i give you this TARDIS, it's an old tardis, a type 39 but that will mean nothing to you until you read the book this note came in, and i STRONGLY advise you to READ it carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the purpose of this gift i give you appears, if it will appear, look after it, it may be the last artifact in exsistance which has direct ties to me and the organization I work for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The note was signed simply "Rani".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-4249933772990766190?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/4249933772990766190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-beginningpart-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4249933772990766190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/4249933772990766190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-beginningpart-1.html' title='In the beginning...Part 1'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6205759464053341256.post-3324849387274241722</id><published>2009-03-28T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:53:09.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 month after the takeover</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a month since I first stumbled on this massive station hovering over Nassau Shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then it's moved to a new land called Marti.  I'll be airing my thoughts on the station itself in the coming weeks and months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6205759464053341256-3324849387274241722?l=zenobia-altera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/feeds/3324849387274241722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month-after-takeover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3324849387274241722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6205759464053341256/posts/default/3324849387274241722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zenobia-altera.blogspot.com/2009/03/1-month-after-takeover.html' title='1 month after the takeover'/><author><name>Vic Mullin</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/110692243404285276085</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ka5ajH0IChw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAP8/MrozXBx5bCE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
