This chapter was kinda hard to do cause i can imagine a war Tardis space fight without the Tardis being really old and broken cause even the Doctor Type 40s survives basically every type of damage. Weapons in the comic and audio dramas, and only in the time war, where you heard the Tardis being destroyed or being outmatched
Plus, that's not counting the time lord upgrading the hell out of them to the point they can take the form of humans and polit themself and they run on 100s of Eyes of Harmony. In the worst-case scenario, destroying an Eye of Harmony would turn the TARDIS into an antimatter explosion capable of wiping out a hundred worlds
Or time lords pulling body horror and using Regeneration to fuse with the ship
PS, does anyone here read Camelot rise in Marvel personality I like it add alot of comic stuff and try not to nerf them tho I don't like some choices like ADD MERLINE OR MORGAN!!!!!!!!!!
Sorry, this took a while. I couldn't think how to write these Tardis fights
I still need to edits this more later but i just wanted to posted this
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The TARDIS shifted suddenly.
Not violently before the Tardis Stabilizers kick in.
The floor trembled beneath him, and he grabbed a nearby rail to steady himself.
The Engineer didn't move. She worked the controls without looking down, flipping switches, pulling a lever, then tapping something beneath the console with her boot.
The walls gave a low groan.
"Don't start," she said firmly.
He frowned. "Are you… Talking to the ship?"
"Ship is a she and she started it."
The console pulsed again, almost defensively.
"I said don't start." For a brief moment, her posture loosened, something lighter flickering through her expression.
Then it vanished. She checked a display. Her shoulders stiffened.
"Crap, a search pulse."
The Druid straightened instinctively, though he had no idea what he was supposed to do. "What is it?"
"A scan."
"From whom?"
His voice tightened. Druids didn't scare easily, but this was different. To scan a TARDIS mid-flight required power on a scale most civilizations couldn't even imagine. The kind of energy that bent physics. The kind that could burn stars out of existence.
The Engineer scanned the readings.
Her face twisted with irritation.
"Ugh. Gallifrey."
The Druid went very still.
One thought looped through his mind, faster and louder each time.
No no no no no no no—
The Engineer stepped away from the console and grabbed something from the wall. It unfolded in her hands, locking around her forearm with a sharp hiss—a compact gauntlet, its surface flickering with violet energy.
"I thought they were your people," the Druid said.
"They are."
"Then why are you worried?"
She looked at him.
"Because I know them too well."
She tapped the wall once.
A hidden compartment opened.
Inside rested a small metal capsule, dull and heavy, covered in engraved circular script that seemed to shift if he looked at it too long.
The Druid's implant flared with pain just from seeing it.
"What is that?" he asked, wincing.
"Your way home."
His breath caught.
"My… home?"
"Yes."
"You found it?"
"I found what was left of its timeline," she said. "Enough to place you back before they took you."
His throat tightened so suddenly he could barely breathe.
"My family?"
"Alive," she said. "If we leave now."
Hope hit harder than fear ever had.
It hurt.
"What about you?" he asked.
The warning light shifted color.
The search pulse was getting closer.
"I have somewhere else to go," she said.
"Where?"
She didn't answer.
The TARDIS shuddered again.
This time the black glass walls flashed white.
The Engineer stepped toward him and pressed the capsule into his hands.
"Listen carefully," she said. "When this opens, you step through. Do not look back. Do not hesitate. Do not try to help me."
He gripped the capsule tightly. "I don't know how to use it."
"You don't need to. It likes simple instructions."
"That makes no sense."
"It was built by people who care more about looking impressive than being practical," she said flatly. "That's their failure, not mine."
Despite everything, he almost laughed.
She noticed.
For a moment, her expression softened.
"You survived something you shouldn't have," she said quietly. "Don't waste that trying to be brave in a room full of Time Lords."
He swallowed hard. "What about you surviving?"
Her face hardened again.
"I always survive."
The warning light turned purple.
Her eyes narrowed.
"They're here."
The wall split open.
Reality peeled back without moving, revealing figures beyond it.
Time Lords.
Armored in red and gold, their forms rigid and ceremonial, faces hidden behind high masks that made them look less like people and more like statues pretending to breathe.
Behind them stood more. Soldiers. Or priests. Or both. With Gallifrey, it was often the same thing.
The lead figure stepped forward.
"Engineer."
She moved instantly, placing herself between them and the Druid.
"No."
The masked figure paused.
"You have not heard the request."
"I've heard enough requests from Gallifrey."
"You are harboring stolen military property."
The Druid went cold.
The Engineer's voice sharpened.
"He is a person."
"He is enhanced biodata. Uplifted for war service."
"He is a person." The Time Lord tilted their head.
"You sound like that mad Doctor, and you saw what happened to his 8th self."
That landed.
The Druid saw it as a flicker in her expression. Pain. Anger. Memory.
"No," she said. "The Doctor runs from what he is until he can't. I'm past that."
The capsule in the Druid's hands began to glow.
She didn't look back.
"Go."
He froze.
"Now."
The Time Lord raised a hand.
The room folded inward.
The Engineer moved faster.
Her gauntlet flared violet as she slammed it into the air. The search pulse shattered against her shield, exploding into white sparks that filled the room.
The Druid stumbled as the capsule opened.
A doorway formed.
Beyond it, trees.Green.A sky that wasn't burning.
Home.
He looked back once.
The Engineer stood alone against three Time Lords, her armor blazing along its seams, holding the shield with one hand like it weighed nothing.
She turned her head slightly.
"Druid."
He swallowed.
"Thank you," he said.
Her mouth twitched.
"Live better than us."
Then the portal took him. And the war vanished for him.
The Druid vanished in a fold of light, the forest snapping shut behind him, clean air, green leaves, sunlight all gone as if they had never existed. For a heartbeat, the Engineer just stood there, watching the empty space where he had been.
Then the air hardened.
It pressed in around her ribs first, squeezing tight enough to steal breath, then locked her wrists in invisible bands. Something cold slid up the back of her skull, probing, searching.
A restraint field.
She didn't struggle not yet. She tested it instead, tiny movements, subtle shifts. It pushed back instantly, precise and practiced.
Gallifrey.
She exhaled slowly through her nose. "Oh, for real?"
The lead Time Lord stood perfectly still, armored and masked, voice flat as vacuum. "You are required to return to Gallifrey."
She tilted her head, studying him like a faulty machine she'd already decided not to fix. "I am required to do many things. Most of them are stupid. This is near the top."
"You are an asset of temporal significance."
Her gaze sharpened, irritation bleeding through now. "I just sent your 'asset' home. You're welcome, by the way."
"The Druid specimen was stolen military property."
"He had a name."
"He had a function."
Something in her face went still not shocked, not hurt, just… done.
The lights dimmed not dramatically, not flickering. They simply withdrew, like Omega was pulling them back into herself. The Time Lord glanced around.
Too late.
The restraint field cracked not loudly, but with a deep, submerged sound, like pressure breaking glass underwater. The force vanished all at once.
The Engineer rolled her shoulder, flexed her fingers, purple light pulsing faintly beneath her armor. Behind the leader, another Time Lord stepped forward.
"The TARDIS is resisting external command."
"She does that. It's called having standards."
"You modified her beyond sanctioned architecture."
"Yes."
"That is illegal."
"So is breathing in half the places you've sent me. You didn't seem concerned then."
The lead Time Lord raised his hand again.
Reality split behind him, and something pushed through.
The Engineer's eyes narrowed.
A War TARDIS.
It didn't settle into one shape it shifted constantly: black obelisk, armored gate, shrine, weapon. Plates slid over each other like scales, weapon nodes blinking open and shut like watching eyes.
Omega growled. The floor vibrated underfoot, the stars in the ceiling flickering.
The Engineer placed her hand on the console. "I know."
The War TARDIS pressed forward, its dimensional field bleeding into Omega's space, not entering fully, just probing, testing, trying to map her. Omega shuddered.
"Don't bite yet," the Engineer murmured. "Let them finish embarrassing themselves."
The console flared violet.
"Your TARDIS will be seized and examined," the Time Lord said.
The Engineer looked at him, a small smile forming cold, exhausted, absolutely unimpressed. "You really don't learn, do you?"
The room folded.
One moment the Time Lords stood inside Omega, the next they were gone dropped cleanly through a dimensional seam and dumped back into their own ship. The Engineer watched them reappear on the monitor.
"You tried to walk into my house," she said quietly, "and put a collar on my ship. Again."
The War TARDIS fired.
The blast hit like a spear of frozen time, slamming into Omega's hull, trying to pin her across multiple seconds and tear her apart between them.
Omega absorbed it.
The impact vanished into layered armor black panels threaded with silver light, energy bleeding away into nothing. The Engineer's hands moved across the console.
"Oblivion laminate holding. Chronosteel stable. Diamond lattice dispersing. Still better than anything you've built in the last few centuries."
Another shot.
Omega's shields unfolded layer after layer, like wings opening. The blast curved away, dragged sideways into a pocket dimension that snapped shut behind it.
The Engineer glanced at the monitor. The Time Lord had gone still.
Good. He was paying attention now.
"You don't understand what she is," she said. "You never bothered to."
The War TARDIS answered with drones, thin, silver, needle-like, spilling out in a swarm. They darted toward Omega's hull, stabbing, probing, trying to inject commands.
Omega made a low, offended sound.
"Yes, they're ugly," the Engineer muttered. "And predictable. Like everything else you lot do."
Light flared.
A golden violet wave washed over the swarm, the drones stuttering mid-flight as their sensors overloaded. Then the Mother Box lattice pulsed, a quiet, almost curious signal rippling outward.
The drones froze.
Turned.
Flew back.
The Engineer blinked. "…did you just make them feel homesick?"
Omega hummed.
The drones detonated inside the War TARDIS, the ship lurching.
"That was mean."
A smug pulse.
"Yes. Effective. Still mean. I approve."
The War TARDIS opened, petals of armor peeling back to reveal something deeper.
The Engineer's expression changed instantly. "Oh, don't you dare."
The biodata lance fired.
Omega screamed.
The sound tore through the console room, raw and wrong. The Engineer slammed both hands into the console.
"Full defense. Everything. No holding back."
Systems ignited hardlight shields snapping into place, vibrational dampeners rippling across the hull, the symbiote membrane surging to seal fractures, the reactor roaring.
The lance struck.
It didn't hit the hull.
It dug deeper into history.
The Engineer felt it, cold fingers reaching backward, searching for the moment Omega had begun. She pushed back.
"No."
The word came out small, but it held because she was so, so tired of this. Tired of Gallifrey deciding what counted as important, tired of them rewriting people into tools, tired of being told what she was allowed to do.
The Mother Box lattice flared, console lights shifting from violet to blue-white.
The Engineer's breath caught. "Oh, that's bad. That's very bad. Don't get philosophical"
The lattice didn't hesitate.
It tore the attack apart not with force, but with logic, stripping away assumptions and breaking down the weapon's certainty.
Omega was not property. Not a type. Not a tool.
The lance shattered.
The backlash slammed into the War TARDIS, ripping armor free and sending fragments spinning into the vortex. The Engineer staggered, catching herself on the console.
Omega groaned beneath her.
"I've got you," she whispered. "I'm not letting them touch you. Not again."
The enemy ship tried to retreat.
Omega surged forward.
"Disable only," the Engineer snapped.
A pulse of irritation.
"I said disable. We are not becoming them just because they're insufferable."
The engines growled.
"We are not them, and even though their dicks they our people or their tardis are your sisters, so be nice."
Silence.Then compliance.
Omega fired, a precise strike wrapping around the War TARDIS and locking its systems out of sync. Commands lagged; weapons froze.
The ship went dark.
The Engineer opened a channel. The Time Lord appeared again, shaken.
Very, very Good.
"Tell the High Council something," she said.
"If they want me, they can ask. Politely. Like civilized people, you alot were roleplaying as… losers."
Her voice hardened. "If they send chains again, Omega will answer. And next time I won't be in a forgiving mood."
She cut the channel. The vortex swallowed them. The fight ended.
The Engineer slid down beside the console, armor smoking faintly, her hands shaking now that it was over. Omega dimmed the lights.
"I know," she whispered. "I'm done with them too."
The TARDIS hummed softly around her.
The Engineer stayed on the floor for six minutes, counting without looking as her breathing slowed and her pulse steadied. The new body still felt wrong too sharp, too fast, every movement precise, every reaction immediate.
She didn't like how easily it slipped into combat, and she liked even less how unsurprised she was by Gallifrey anymore.
Omega pulsed beneath her concern.
She cracked one eye open. "You're hovering."A soft hum.
"You're a spaceship. You cannot hover over me inside yourself."
Another hum.
She sighed and pushed herself up. "Fine. Damage report. Let's see what they broke this time."
The console lit up: scorched hull, strained shields, overheated reactor. A black tendril crept along a wall.
She didn't even look at it. "Don't." It froze, then slowly withdrew.
"Good. Last thing I need is you eating the architecture because Gallifrey annoyed you."
She moved to the console, hands already working. Repairs came fast, efficiently, and quietly. She didn't talk through it anymore, didn't joke. She listened instead for the war, for pursuit, for the inevitable escalation.
The console chimed.
A file opened.
She paused. "…you stole something."
Omega hummed.
Schematics unfolded in the air War TARDIS systems, weapon layouts, command chains. The Engineer stared, then smiled slow, sharp.
"Oh, that's brilliant. You robbed them while they were trying to arrest us. I'm so proud."
Another hum.
"I'm also deeply concerned about what you're learning from me."
She isolated the data immediately never straight into core, never. She studied it, found the flaw.
Authority chains.
Too rigid.
Too convinced they were right.
"Of course," she muttered. "Everything has to go through them pilot, Council, override. Layers of control stacked on top of each other like they're afraid of their own decisions."
Omega pulsed.
"And if I interrupt this," she murmured, "they hesitate. Because they don't trust themselves without permission."
Omega pulsed again.
"And hesitation gets them killed. Or at least embarrassed. I'll take embarrassed."
She started building a new system. Not a weapon, a question.
Who gave the order?
Pilot?
Council?
Enemy?
She named it, changed the name, changed it back.
"Bad Council Manners."
Omega approved.
"Good. Because they have none."
The scanner flashed. Incoming.
The Engineer looked up. "…not Gallifrey. Oh, good. Something else is trying to ruin my day."
The swarm appeared as temporal parasites, moving like smoke, like teeth.
She sighed. "Of course. Because why would anything be simple?"
She activated the system.
Omega unfolded, light spreading across her hull. The swarm hit and stopped.
Omega sang.
The sound pushed them back. Most fled. A few didn't.
The membrane snapped out.
Swallowed them.
The Engineer froze. "Omega."
Too late. The scanner updated.
She closed her eyes. "I cannot have one quiet day. Not one. Ever."
Omega hummed.
She smiled anyway. "You did well. Questionable dietary choices, but well."
Then the scanner changed again Gallifreyan signatures, multiple, closing.
She stared at them, then at Karn's coordinates. Her hand hovered, then dropped.
"Right. Enough of this." Omega's engines stirred.
"We go to Karn. Before they decide to send something even more self-important prick."
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