TARDIS Communication Network

So, is there a gym on this ship? I need to keep in shape.

What the hell is this? This tech is different from anything I've ever seen. It's not even Prothean or Reaper. Integrated well enough with my omni-tool, but I can't link with anything that will tell me where the hell I am.

This is Commander Shepard of the Normandy. I need to return to my ship immediately. My mission is of galactic importance.

[Video Post - The voice transmition sounds crackly. It definitely sounds like he's moving around a lot. And talking to something or someone.]

Merry... something! No, Christmas! Yes, that's it. What do you mean I was supposed to post this days ago? Well I don't know, do I?! I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW THE BLOODY HOLIDAY EXISTED UNTIL A FEW DAYS AGO! Honestly!

Right, I know I've been doing a lot of these voice posts. Yes, I know, but they're much easier for me to do on the go. I've a busy man. Got lot's to do, all the time! Have to keep moving! Right! Still working, very hard I might add, on a way to get you lot home. If my calculations are right I can get the TARDIS to land on a planet. An actual planet! Yes! Not the sort for shore leave or any of that but an actual planet. All right, well prison world... but still! We do have a very important task ahead of us. Look I'll give everyone more information soon but in the mean time I really need to go back to work...

[Crash, bang zzzzttt!]

Would you please... shut up for ONE MINUTE!

[He moves to turn the machine off. But it doesn't switch off. The video turns off, leaving just the audio recording.]

Would you stop that! Please, just leave that alone!

[There is a mechanical whirring sound in the background, followed by a variety of clicks and clacks.]

Look, how many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't exist anymore! It's gone! Now just shut up and keep... beeping... We have some people to rescue. Some clues to find. God only knows what's really there if River's interested in it!

[There is another mechanical noise. And then a voice follows. It sounds robotic and strange... horrible, like a Dalek, but somewhat disconnected - "Gallifrey! Gallifrey! The path leads to Gallifrey! One day to fix, one life to mend!"]

No it does not! Gallifrey is gone! Gallifrey did not fall in a day. Nothing does.

It's not like I can look back and say, "Yes, I remember the day that Gallifrey fell" because that would be a lie. I remember each and every day it took for his armies to slaughter each and every one of my people. They were never laid to rest. They were butchered! Their great works brought down around them, their genius stolen for the greater machine. It crumbled and fell apart piece by piece until everything was gone. A shell of its former glory. Each day and each night tore my world to pieces... and then there was nothing. Nothing more than a floating orb, barely spinning on its axis, an example to others who dared pay attention before that same demise came to lay waste to them.

Oh, he made his point alright. He made his mark on a universe too young to understand. But you! You should know better! You should understand! Oh mark my words, Deserter! I will make sure Mr Slayer does not win this time. These people will reurn home, so stop making such stupid suggestions!

[He slams his hand on the comm device and it shorts out. End transmission]

To those in charge:

I have been told that the abductions were a result of this ship being broken. Since it is a sophisticated space vessel with inter-dimensional travel capabilities I hypothesize it must be run by a complex computer matrix of some kind. Am I correct?

[Video Post]
Kyoraku is sitting with his back leaning against the wall, holding a small ceramic cup in his left hand, is right sitting upon a pair of sheathed swords laying across his lap.

"So... erm, hello?" He gives a very relaxed, short wave to the camera with his right hand.

"I've explored a little around this place and stumbled upon a drinking establishment of some kind, no one was around so I have helped myself to some Sake."

Kyoraku looks away from the camera and raises the cup to his lips, taking a sip while he mumbles, "I hope that isn't going to be a problem for someone."

He looks back into the camera and gives a friendly, though slightly cheeky smile.

"I haven't met anyone else yet but I've heard voices over this communication device. I don't know what this place is and since I was brought here against my will I can only assume something serious is going on."

Kyoraku's expression and voice changes, taking on a more serious tone. "I don't like it when things have to be taken seriously, it spoils my mood."

He raises the cup to his mouth, taking another drink before smiling again.

"So, since we must have a serious conversation I would much rather do so over a drink and in person. Perhaps the person responsible, or even those who can give an explanation of what's happening will be willing to join me here and talk things over."

He reaches behind the camera, bringing forward a clay pot with a small cork in it. Sitting his cup down next to another on the table in front of him he pours out a second cup of the clear liquid and slides it toward the camera. "I'll be waiting."

[Transmission Ends]

[Voice Post]

At first, I didn't know why I was here. Consider who and what I am, even not knowing. I should not be here, it shouldn't be possible. But I knew you were here. So I came to the conclusion that the White anomaly must have summoned me and my friends here for a reason. To find you and erase you.

I know you are here... I saw it in another's memories. So many eyes saw you, so many remembered. Isn't that a unique experience? And it made me think. Maybe I wasn't just meant to bring an end to my own time alone... Perhaps I was meant to bring an end to all of time. I am so happy to be here on this ship. I have the face for it, don't I?

ATTENTION! DOCTOR, DOCTOR, DOCTOR AND.... WELL HOWEVER MANY OF ME ARE HERE, I NEED YOUR ATTENTION!

We need to make the TARDIS leave this planet, NOW! Don't worry, I've uploaded the star charts and maps from my own TARDIS into the main console, believe me it will help!

Now, there are Dark Finders out there and they have found us. We need to move now, before they send something else to pick us up. If they haven't made a move, that's even more suspect and believe me, you do not want to face a Dark Finder. They are will use lethal and deadly force and they are not easily stopped! I don't know how long they've been watching the TARDIS but they have been following people back here. We are all in grave, grave danger!

And River, if I find out you had anything to do with this...

Someone should probably take a look at the door I accidentally put a dent in... And have some guards posted outside, too. It's not smart to leave the front entrance unwatched. Obviously anyone that really wants to get in can find a way.

Doctor, Doctor.... I'm waiting! I'm just dying to see you again! Oh I've been ever so good, ever so well behaved....

But peace never lasts, Doctor. There is no silence.

The voice in the darkness whispers your true name.... Do not make me become that voice....

If I didn't know better, I'd think I was on the TARDIS. But that can't be possible! I suppose in one universe it is possible. In another universe, it's also possible that I'm Batman. It's also possible that there's another Sheldon out there who doesn't believe in the multi-verse theory.

Also, this tablet is very user friendly. I don't like that.

I'd like an explanation as to where I am and how I got here. And yes, I am aware that there are people. You people really do know how to jibber jabber, don't you? It's amazing you get anything done!

So rainy out there. But I like the inside of this. Partly. It is alright, I suppose. But most of all? I really like the garden. I truly do. It's nice to be close to nature when possible. Almost reminds me of home.

I have not foreseen this. Worrying. I sense a disruption. This is not the natural course. This needs to be remedied.

Am I correct in assuming that wherever I am doesn't have an exit? The stench of how much you all want to go home is incredible. Whoever rules this roost should improve the ventilation system. I also demand that the aforementioned asshole return my iPhone. This device is ugly and has none of my important apps.

This is a rather obvious question, I'm sure, but any attempt to research it myself has only confused me more.

There must be some rule about knowledge of the future, and what one should do about it. Ignore it, presumably, but it seems like that would be easier said than done.

So since I've been stuck here, nothing has happened. Doesn't that come across as a bit strange to any of you? Or is this normal? Because as much as I was looking forward to retirement, this isn't exactly what I had in mind.

I'd also like to put forward an idea. There's a lot of us on this ship, and I mean a lot of us. That's a lot of targets and a lot of vulnerable people. I'd like to propose a training programme. Basic survival, first aid and self defence. If we're going to be landing on a strange world or in some other place in time, and believe me, I've dealt with this sort of thing before, I'd like to hope we're at least a little prepared.

I'm offering to run the training myself. I've got the experience and the know how to get things done. And this way, we'll all be a little more prepared.

And if anyone with any military training is interested in the forming of some sort of... Guard? Then leave me a message.

Yep, this is how I choose to retire. By not.

Brigadier General Jack O'Neill.

[Voice to text translation has been activated]

Okay, so my radio's not working and this is the only thing I could find that would send any sort of messages. If someone around here, wherever here is, can direct me to a Stargate so I can get back to dealing with our little situation, that would be great.

Oh, and you know what else might be nice? An explanation as to how I even got here in the first place! So who screwed up? And please, for the love of Dorothy, do not tell me that this is sort sort of weird... Asgard intervention. Because I'm not buying that for a second.

We have yet to find an appropriate room for the temple school but I thought I should post a list of items we are in need of for it. If anyone has any donations to make, has seen these materials somewhere they are not being used, or thinks of something I haven't, please leave a message below! Thank you very much!

( Supply List )

After pondering it for some time I have a request to make of the honourable Doctor's. It is not my place to make such gestures and I beg your pardon, but I feel it is for a greater good that I do. It concerns me that the growing number of children wander around mostly unaccompanied. Most lack appointed guardians to care for and protect them. Additionally, they are not given structure or things to properly occupy them. With your permission I would like to found a temple school on the TARDIS. The main focus would be less academics than safeguarding these precious beings and giving them important socialization. Academics could be formally taught if anyone aboard is both qualified and interested. Forgive my presumption! I myself have teaching experience, though my expertise is martial arts (which incorporate moral and philosophical disciplines). I volunteer to live adjacent to the temple school so that I will be available at all hours to the children. Lessons would not be given for many hours as I understand how that will wear on their desire to attend. I will labour to make it a warm, enjoyable environment for everyone involved. The children are valued and will be given a certain amount of autonomy in the temple school. I will leave whether attendance is compulsory for those under the age of sixteen to your discretion.

If my proposal is accepted I will seek others to be employed in our temple school. This would ensure that:
-We could potentially accommodate rotating shifts if the children cannot conform to a similar schedule.
-Specific activities and lessons can be handled by the adults best suited to them.
-Individual attention can be given to a child that needs it without disrupting leadership of the group.
-Different age tiers can have appropriate lessons, giving us the capability of offering academics rather than informal safe space.

I also welcome other passengers and staff to contribute ideas and assistance.

Many thanks for your time and consideration! I leave it to you.

Right, I've been quiet, but then again, so have you lot... I don't like it. Silence is rarely good except when it's wanted... then it never comes. So just what are you lot up to?

Oh and one more thing... I'm compiling a few things I need to share with all of you before we land, wherever that might be. New universe, unknown things, well... at least for all of you. Might be good if I let you all in on a few things. Not too much, don't want to go ripping reality, do we?

IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS!!

Even if we're not in our universe. or on earth and there's no snow.

ITS STILL CHRISTMAS TIME. I WAS COUNTING DAYS.