Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191202211201/@comment-36309590-20191207225854

Meanwhile, on Gallifrey... A messenger, clad in green and brown robes, rushed into the Panopticon within which all five Founders were currently gathered.

"Lords Cardinal!" He exclaimed, bowing briefly. "The beacon has been activated!"

Rassilon cast a level look at the man while the other Founders talked amongst themselves. Eventually the Panopticon fell silent as Rassilon spoke.

"It appears the time has come," he looks over to Apeiron. "Is the Eye of Harmony ready?"

Apeiron nodded. "Yes, as ready as it will ever be."

"Good, now leave. I must use the obelisk," Rassilon intoned, getting to his feet as he put on a sash that was hanging from one of his armrests and walked over to a staff suspended in an anti-grav field nearby. The other Founders complied, as did the Acalian messenger, leaving the room as Rassilon activated his sash and took up the rod. Striding to the center of the room, he taps it against the floor, causing a black hexagonal pillar to rise from a now open slot in the ground.

Watching it grind to a halt, Rassilon reaches out and begins manipulating the Eye of Harmony, causing it to lock onto the beacon. With this done, he activated another control on the interface, initializing a dematerialization process for the entire planet. Normally moving a world through the Vortex would carry some large risks, but this was Gallifrey. Home of the most ancient and powerful race in the universe, and also shielded by Transduction Barriers.

It would survive. Meanwhile, in deep space...

Dreth reclined in a leather armchair he'd found in the depths of his ship somehow, throwing paper airplanes around as an ear piercing alert broke the peaceful environment of the ship. Hopping to his feet, Dreth ran over to the console and looked at the notification, his eyes widening. It was Gallifrey!

And it was coming.

Dismissing the alert Dreth ordered Athena to move over by several light years, so as to not ram into the planet or the barriers surrounding it, the CIA agent quickly jogged over to the main door of his capsule and pulled it open, watching as Gallifrey slowly pulsed into this plane of existence before finally settling into a solid state, its atmosphere seemingly ablaze with fire.

The Seeker let out a small chuckle, leaning against the ships entryway.

He'd managed to pull it off.

Gallifrey was safe, and furthermore, it was here.