The Tides of Time Part 7

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After six chapters of cosmic mayhem, metaphysical explosions, Arthurian weirdness, temporal shenanigans, and the Doctor desperately attempting to hold reality together with the equivalent of duct tape and optimism, we finally arrive at the grand finale.

The Doctor, Sir Justin, the White Guardian-ish being known as Eternal, and various other allies have been fighting to stop the Cyclors—those baleful, one-eyed chronal nightmares—who want to rewrite existence into something they personally find more aesthetically pleasing, like a universe where everything is grey, orderly, and miserably predictable. Bureaucracy: the species.

Part 7 opens with the final battle in full swing. Reality is fracturing in ways that would make a physics professor curl into a ball and whimper. Time winds, cosmic fire, spacetime shards—it’s basically a prog rock album cover brought to life.

The Cyclors unleash their ultimate power. The Doctor counters with wits, courage, and the sheer stubborn refusal to let the laws of physics quit on his watch. Sir Justin, in the most noble medieval-knight-meets-time-warrior moment possible, fights bravely at the Doctor’s side, even though he understands approximately 0% of the cosmology involved.

But the turning point comes when Eternal sacrifices his own existence to hold the timestream stable long enough for the Doctor to activate a final gambit: the restoration of the Matrix of Time. Reality buckles, then snaps back into place with a cosmic TWANG that probably echoed through half the multiverse.

The Cyclors? Gone. Erased. Ousted. Sent packing into the void like rowdy tenants who forgot their rent.

Sir Justin fades back into the past where he belongs, nobly accepting the bittersweet knowledge that he will remember a battle no one else on Earth ever knew happened.

The Doctor, alone now, drifts through the temporal aftermath, melancholy but victorious, with the universe safe once again—despite its best efforts.

And so ends The Tides of Time: epic, mythic, philosophical, bonkers, and deeply, deeply Doctor Who.

Timeslip

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Something has suddenly gotten ahold of the TARDIS as the Doctor and K-9 are traveling through deep space. The ship has inadvertently flown into the middle of a massive globulous creature that has wandered away from its normal feeding ground at the galactic rim near the great reefs of time. It was lost and hungry and now it has found a new source of time energy in the TARDIS. Unfortunately, the creatures feeding is having an adverse affect on the TARDIS and its passengers. Time in the TARDIS seems to be moving in reverse. K-9 is devolving back to his component parts, while the Doctor is returning to his previous incarnations. 

As the Doctor reverts to his original incarnation, he realizes he must do something to avert further regression. If he continues to get younger, he will soon no longer exist. The TARDIS is also getting younger and younger. It eventually reaches the point where it was first turned on. At that moment it ceases to be a time machine, and the creature feeding off of those time energies has lost its food source. As the creature weakens from indigestion, time begins flowing normally once again in the TARDIS, and its time travel capabilities return. The creature begins feeding again, sending the TARDIS back to the point when it turned off. This process keeps repeating itself, making the creature more and more uncomfortable. It is also weakened by the process until it is too weak to feed. One final time the TARDIS turns on, but this time their is nothing to stop it from restoring itself to normal time. The Doctor returns to his current incarnation as the creature continues to grow weaker and smaller. The creature dies as the Doctor continues on his way, never really sure what was affecting him in the first place...

Twilight of the Silurians

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After cosmic destiny and universe-shaking drama, the comic politely drags us back to Earth—where trouble is a bit more traditional, a bit more grounded, and involves fewer trans-dimensional beings but just as many headaches.

The Doctor and Sharon arrive in a remote, misty corner of Britain—the kind of place where nothing good has everhappened in Doctor Who. Strange disappearances, odd tremors, and livestock behaving suspiciously nervous: all classic signs of Silurian activity.

Sure enough, beneath the earth, a Silurian enclave has awakened from hibernation. They are, as always, annoyed. They go to sleep for millions of years expecting dinosaurs, peat moss, and a spacious vacation property… and wake up to humans everywhere, drilling, polluting, building Costa Coffee shops. You’d be grumpy too.

This particular Silurian group, however, is divided. Some advocate peaceful coexistence. Others—led by a warlike, crest-waggling commander—want to wipe out humanity and reclaim the surface before anyone can say “negotiations.”

The Doctor, who has done this dance more times than he’d like to admit, tries reasoning with both sides. Sharon, meanwhile, gets pulled into the conflict when the aggressive faction captures her as leverage. The Doctor insists this is absolutely not how diplomacy works; the Silurians insist it is absolutely how they do diplomacy.

Tensions escalate. Humans bring in military units. The Silurians prepare biological weapons. Everyone seems determined to make the worst possible decisions.

Eventually, the Doctor orchestrates an escape, sabotages the Silurian war systems, and forces a standoff where neither side can win without mutual destruction. And since nobody likes the idea of going extinct on a school night, everyone reluctantly backs down.

The Silurian enclave retreats deeper underground to reconsider their strategies. The humans, chastened but predictably unwilling to learn anything meaningful, vow to keep an eye on things.

The Doctor sighs, escorts Sharon back to the TARDIS, and notes—again—that if Earth ever learned to share, his workload would drop by about 40%.