fatheroftardis:
Before he had even introduced himself to the Time Lord, Torghar had been aware of two consciousnesses nearby; one of the other man, and the other of the ailing Tardis that he had been tending to. Perhaps it was instinct, perhaps it was the desire for the comfort of one’s parents when one was injured, but this young Tardis had been sending out signals into the Vortex - a very specific signal - that she must have known only another Tardis could sense; in this case her mother. It wasn’t a slight on the man taking care of her. He was undoubtedly trying his very best with what little resources he had. It wasn’t an easy task, even for the man who had created them. Each Tardis was unique, with as complex as bio-structure as any other living being. Healing them took time. Oh yes, indeed, one could repair the mechanical parts, but it was the organic pieces that required the most time to heal.
The Time Lord was at least a foot taller than him, cutting something of an ominous figure in the half light, yet Torghar did not fear him. A man of greater sense might have, but the ancient Gallifreyan knew that if he had really wanted to, Koschei could have hurt him already. “I came because she called out to us.” He gestured in the direction of the greenhouse. “She’s in pain and she … well, she wanted her parents, I suppose you could say.” He ruminated on the question for a moment before continuing. “Not the only ones no… but many of us remain hidden because they don’t want to be found. Can’t say I blame them really.”
When it came to the individual care for a Tardis, Koschei had little clue what he was doing. He knew the mechanical pieces forward and backwards, and could rebuild the majority of them from scratch and recycled bits of technologies that were found all over the universe but when it was the being itself, the sentience and curiosity that naturally dwelt within a Tardis he had to rely on communicating with it and hoping that the Tardis knew what needed to be done to take care of itself.
His defensive stance didn’t waver, instead he simply narrowed his eyes and took a step backwards, head tilted and not entirely sure he trusted the new Gallifreyan. He was interesting, to say the least, and it was a great comfort to know that perhaps there was at least more of their kind. There were plenty of their planet who were never Time Lords. Perhaps the methods of bringing new ones about could be rebuilt? Oh the sparks of lonliness bieng momentarily replaced by hope had disarmed his senses and honestly, kind of confused him.
“You could hear her-” He repeated, straightening himself up in an attempt to ensure he remained visibly calm and in control of the situation. “I take it, then, that perhaps you know how to help her.”
