Now here's parts 3 & 4 of timelords (no it's not about a man with an 
english accent and a tardus!!!!).  Anyway C & C is very welcomed no 
matter what you have to say I believe any comment will help me 
elevate this story to another level.  All characters are mine 
(copyright (c) brian daly 1997) and everything else is too except 
Houston and the El Mercado (though I won't want to own them).  
So here goes!

Timelords
Part 3: The Scent Strengthens

 "Okay Tracer.  Now strike!"  a man with greying light brown hair who
 looked about thirty was holding a metal staff beckoning a some unseen
 foe out in a field full of tall green spring grass.  Suddenly a young
 man who looked to be in his mid teens leaped from the protection of
 the tall grass at the older man with a broadsword.  The older man
 repelled the young man's strikes with a good amount of effort. 
 Finally the two got into a stalemate when the older man's hands got a
 faint red glow.  The dark haired young man unexpectedly fell
 backwards to the ground and the older man held the staff at the
 fallen one's throat.
 "Good you're getting better. Now I can't defeat
 you as easily, an achievement of its own."  said the older man, "You
 have the promise to be the best timelord that ever trained."
 "Thank you headmaster Halebit."  said the young black haired boy
 respectfully as his sensei helped him to his feet. 
"Oh forget the formalities, you'll soon earn the statis of timelord in just a few
 weeks.  Call me Halebit."  the older man said as he put his hand on
 the younger man's shoulders, "We've known each other for a long time
 and you're not always this pensive."
 The boys face softened up to a smile and he chuckled, "Well you're right.
  I'm actually feeling elated right now.  I'm going to be a timelord and I'm 
going to help get rid of those Society scums." 
Halebit's expression changed for a moment to one of disaprovement,
but then changed to a smile, "Yes, yes you will." 
There was a moment of silence and then Halebit subtly
 changed the subject.  With a trance of intrigue in his voice he said,
 "You know Tracer you've been a son to me, even though your real
 father is somewhere hiding from his responsibilities." 
Tracer's smile quickly diminished and looked down at his feet feeling the emotional
 scars of past. 
 While Tracer looked down, Halebit's smile broadened
 and he said tenderly, "Once I found out, I promised myself I'd take
 care of you.  I'm going to make sure that facet of your life won't
 come back to haunt you."

 Tracer awoke suddenly from his dream and jumped up out of his narrow
 cot.  He shook his head, why was he dreaming about his memories of
 his training and his old teacher?  Then Tracer wondered what ever
 happened to Halebit. 
 "He's probably still training some timelords
 somewhere in the wheat fields."  Tracer answered himself. 
"What Tracer?"  said a disembodied voice from a screen over a desk. 
"Oh, nothing, Avex." Tracer answered sleepily, "Did I get a reply from
 Giro?"
"Yes, he says that he'll meet you at his quaters, he'll talk
 to you further there."  the monotone voice replied.
 Tracer picked up a black trenchcoat from a floating chair, "Just like him to be
 paranoid."
 Tracer walked to a blank wall which created a frame door
 frame and opened.  As he was leaving he saw the sword lying next to
 the desk. 
 It was glowing pretty brightly which lead Tracer to
 comment, "Strange, very strange.  I think I'll let Avex do a scan of
 the thing when I get back." 

 Tracer finally reached Giro's quaters easily spotting all the 'no
 tresspassing' signs around his door.  Tracer knocked on the blank
 wall infront of him in a certain pattern and a door frame appeared
 and let Tracer in.  There at a desk similiar to Tracer's was a man
 with short radiant grey hair.  He was wearing light armor and
 aggressively tapping away at a floating  keyboard with a screen
 floating just above it.  Both were absent of any physical hardware. 
 A square would light up under his fingers as they flew around at a
 high rate of speed on the flat keyboard.  
"You always spend your time being this eccentric?"  Tracer asked amused.
 "No I do have a life outside of conspriacy theories."  the man replied. 
"But, Giro, I haven't seen you out doing anything in god knows how long around here." 
 Tracer responded curiously.
 Giro grinned a little as he stopped
 tapping on the floating keyboard, "Not in here, but out there."
 Tracer was surprised as the grey haired man continued, "I met an
 ex-timelord outside of the Community, and she is one hell of a
 hacker."
 "Oh so you have a mate now."  Tracer chuckled at which Giro
 made a sneer and continued ignoring his last comment.
 "Well I'm glad you believe me about that thing I was telling you about.  The others
 thought I was distrubed."  Giro hissed that last part out as he
 turned back to his screen and resumed his tapping, "And you better
 thank that ex-timelord for getting you access to this archive."
 "Ok, tell her I am."  Tracer said as he walked over to the screen that
 Giro had working.  
Giro was the only timelord who didn't have an AI
 because he suspected that the Counsule was using them as a tool to
 spy on the timelords, but of course that was Giro's preception about
 everyday things.  Most of the timelords just thought he was eccentric
 and over reactive so no one really paid any attention about what he
 had to say. 
"It's all yours, just touch the screen and you're in." 
 Giro tapped his last strokes on the flat keyboard and got and started
 to leave, "You have 5 minutes and then disconnect or they'll trace
 the link back to here."
 "Wait aren't you going to stay here and help me?"  Tracer asked confused.
 "Well I would, but that fake code I got, didn't come free."  Giro said with a sly grin.
 "Hold on.  What could you possibly give someone who doesn't need credits to 
time travel and has more inside info than you?"  Tracer asked confused.
 "I just do."  Giro said quickly and left with the door slidding closed and the door
 frame disappearing.
 Tracer thought for a moment and realized that Giro's correspondent was female. 
 "Oh, I don't think I want to know."
 Tracer turned back to the screen and touched it.  Suddenly the screen
 was full of writing concerning many different subjects, a lot more
 than originallly anticipated, "Crap, they have an entire great
 library here." 
Tracer scrolled down the long list of subjects and
 found the file he was looking for, Xendyte's.  Tracer was a little
 disappointed that most of her bio info was virtually the same as the
 public archive.  It was the same until Tracer got to the details of
 her death.  Tracer found that her family was hunted and killed by a
 group of timelords not Nomads.  The reason for this, her father was
 an accused Society member.  According to the file the timelords were
 in turn ambushed by a platoon of Society soldiers and driven back. 
 All the more confirming their suspicions.  Unfortunately Xendyte was
 considered dead anyway, but this time they didn't have confirmation
 on her body. 
 "Bingo."  Tracer whispered to himself.
 Tracer closed her file and then got curious about the subjects of all the other
 files.  Tracer randomly got a file from the list and looked at it. 
 It was blueprints of a newest defensive weapon that was being
 developed in secret in one of the restricted dimesions.  It detailed
 on how the population there was being used as manual labor and how
 resources from other dimesions were being transported in.  Then
 Tracer picked another file that detailed the conditions of the
 dimesions personalized to fit the pleasure of each Counsule member. 
 "This is a total breaching of their own decree.  They can't do that."
  Tracer said to himself memerized.  
The decree being breached was ironicly the Counsule's own Passive Travel Decree.   
Then Tracer closed that file and randomly picked another, a list of names of
 suspected Society members.  The message was detailing on how most on
 the list were 'resolved' accordingly. 
 "They were orchestrating a witch hunt for Society members all this time."  
Tracer whispered
 horsely to himself. Then Tracer picked another random file.  It was
 more recent.  It was a communique from Nairb to the other Counsule
 members.  Tracer read the short message:

 Head Counsule Member Nairb to fellow members; 
 Naes, Anna Esor, Fej, and Lehcar:
 Tracer must never know what really happened to his father.  
 For it is in our best interests.
 End message

 Tracer was now very bitter by all of this new information.  Finally
 Tracer thought that he should see the file about his father to put
 his suspicions to rest about his father really being the leader of
 the Society.  Tracer was searching through the files when suddemly
 the screen switched off.  Tracer was surprised atfirst until he
 realized that his five minutes were up and they had sucessfully
 traced the line back.  Tracer quickly got up and went to the wall,
 but it wouldn't open.  Tracer relaxed his right arm and a his skin on
 his lower arm turned silver and expanded to his finger tips.  The
 tips of his fingers kept on expanding until they were sharp pointy
 tips.  Tracer puntured the wall with his claw and tore a hole just
 big enough for him to jump through.  Tracer got a running start and
 dove through the hole.  Tracer sucessfully cleared it and crashed
 into the opposing wall with his shoulder.  Quickly getting up, Tracer
 ran out of the complex of quaters.
  'This can't be true,' Tracer thought to himself desparately as he ran down the hall.

Timelords
Part 4: The Lone Wolf

 Tracer walked down the alleyways of the Community once more, but with
 a little more caution put into each step.  It had been a few weeks
 after he had discovered the sea of secret information the Counsule
 had hidden in their own personal archive.  The shock had worn away by
 now but Tracer decided to lay low for awhile away from the Community.
  During his hiadis Tracer did some thinking and decided he was going
 to find out about this Society alone.  Tracer had gone to spots where
 he knew Society members hung around from time to time.  Tracer had to
 wait for awhile for a traveller to show up, but he had his traveller
 tracker with him to detect any temporal distrubances of any in this
 time stream.  Tracer finally found a group of travellers at a bar in
 Chicago during the late 19th century, but Tracer didn't act on
 instinct of attacking as not to bring any attention from the
 Counsule.  Doing some eaves dropping Tracer found that some in the
 group were Society members.  They were trying to recruit the others
 and told them of a meeting to go to if they wanted to attend.  They
 gave them the location and time which Tracer noted before descretly
 leaving without them noticing his presence.   Tracer now had a
 location where atleast some Society members would be, but he couldn't
 risk being indentified.  That why Tracer was heading towards the
 Headquaters of the timelords which was right next to the Counsule
 Building.  
Tracer went to the blank wall and voice from a comlink
 greeted him; "Please indentify."  the voice of the female seemed to
 be quite friendly, yet stern.
 Tracer responded distractedly, "Timelord Tracer, 10578." 
The next reponse was an outline of a door
 framed appeared opening up to Tracer.  Tracer walked into the
 spacious Headquaters as compared to the Counsule Building's small
 tunnels.  It was obviously in the simple style of late 20th century
 Earth architecture where one could see the muti-levels from the main
 entrance.  Tracer walked towards his destination near on the other
 side of the main entrance, the technology supply divison, or what all
 the timelords called, 'the armory.'  This was were all the newest
 devices and weapons that the timelords could use were kept there
 ready to use.  Tracer entered the divison through another set of
 doors and approached a man behind a steel cage window with a small
 slit at the bottom just big enough for a medium sized item to go
 through.   Tracer approached the man behind the cage.
 "Did you get my order?" Tracer asked rather distant. 
The man looked at him
 questionably and looked at a screen which was floating next to him,
 "Sorry but I will need a name." 
Tracer now annoyed once again rattled
 off his identification, but the once more asked to do it again citing
 that the audio wasn't picked up.  Tracer now in an even more annoyed
 tone rattled off his identification one last time.
 The man nervously
 grinned as he turned around making his way to the back, "I'm sorry
 but these damn machines haven't been updated in a long time.  Infact
 just about everything around here needs updating." 
The man came to a
 square metal panel in the wall which had a pad with buttons on the
 right of it.  The man pushed a sequence of buttons and waited and
 then hit it a few times and the metal panel opened up to reveal a
 small package wrapped in a type of plastic covering.  The man brought
 the package over to Tracer who was looking around cautiously as he
 took it and hastily left. 
 When Tracer was making his way down one of
 the main alleyways a hand grabbed him and pulled him into one the
 deserted narrow side alleyways.  Tracer immediately found himself
 face to face with a very dirty, very nervous, and very mad Giro.
 "I should kill you right now!"  he exclaimed under horse whispers, "I
 came home one day and I found a whole troop of timelords around my
 complex.  I'm now officially excommunicated and wanted dead thanks to
 you." 
"Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean for you to get caught."  Tracer
 was taken off guard by him but still was rather distant in his tone.
 "Sorry doesn't cut it.  I told you five minutes, but you had
 to stay longer and let me take the fall."  
Giro was holding Tracer against the alley wall, 
"Do you know how it feels to sneak around in
 the filth of the Community hiding from search patrols of timelords? 
 Do you?"
 "Why didn't you just tell them you were not in the
 Community, I mean the temporal network over the Community would prove
 that."  Tracer offered.
 "Oh that'll come over well, seeing that if
 someone who could break into the heavily protected files couldn't
 also find a way to alter the records of the comings and goings
 through the network."  Giro repremanded harshly, "It doesn't work
 that way!  I'm already guilty!" 
Suddenly sounds were heard from
 around the corner nearby and Giro let go of Tracer.  Giro looked in
 the visinity of the noise nervously and started to run off in the
 opposite direction.  
Giro had a few parting words for Tracer as he
 ran, "Pray that I don't run into you outside the Community."

 Tracer entered his quaters wearily as he saw his sword lying next to
 his desk as it was the last time he was there.  Tracer threw the
 plastic wrapped package on his desk and turned on Avex as he plopped
 down in his antigrav chair. 
 "It has been awhile Tracer.  There have
 been several messages from the Counsule wanting to speak with you." 
 the AI informed.
 "Yeah, yeah, yeah."  Tracer was frustrated and
 hearing the news that the Counsule wanted him made him feel sick.
 Tracer got up from the chair and ripped the plastic wrapped cover off
 the package.   
Tracer took out several items and Tracer thought about
 his game plan.  Tracer was going to the location of the recruiting
 meeting he got from the Society members earlier.  He would gain
 access posing as a recruitee.  To do that he needed a disguise thus
 the reason for the package, a false identity kit.  Then Tracer was
 going to get all the information he could and maybe even infultrating
 further into the Society.  Then something occured to Tracer.
 "Avex call up the image of the aged Xendyte and photocopy it."  Tracer
 commanded as he  layed out the items from the kit onto his desk.  
One of the items fell off the side and Tracer picked it up and saw the
 sword.  Picking the sword up he told himself, "I have a feeling I
 might need you."

 "Back to this city again."  a white hair but oddly young looking man
 whispered to himself as he walked across the empty parking lot
 outside an old rundown warehouse, "Is the Society fond of 20th 
century  Houston or something?"
 He was dressed in a white jacket and grey pants with a
 clean shaven face.  Finally a brilliant sword with a crystal blade
 and wooden hilt hung from the side of his pants finishing the proper
 image.  As the man got closer to the run down warehouse he saw the
 faded name painted on the wall, El Mercado.  As the man got to the
 entrance of the El Mercado he pulled the skin on his face a little. 
 'Man I hope this disguise holds up or they'll know who I am,' he
 thought.  
The white haired man walked further but ran into an
 invisible barrier.  A man in heavy armor carrying a large gun
 appeared infront of him on the other side of the barrier. 
 "Who are you?"  the guard asked in a suspicious tone.
 In a heavy accent the white haired man answered innocently, "I kompt fuer dee Zoziety
 recruiting meetung." 
The guard's eyebrow raised, and the white haired
 man reverbirated, "I vas em-s Deustchland, ahh, Germany recently."
 "It was how do you say, meinen bruder ga-borts-tag, ahhh."  he paused
 to translate in his head and went on, "My brother's birthday.  He has
 become zehr old and they may always be his last."
 The white haired man gave out long and deep laughs, thinking himself clever.
 The guard looked at him for a minute and smiled as he reached over to the wall
 on his left and pushed a switch.  With that the invisible barrier
 disappeared and let the white haired man through. 
"Danskst du."  the white haired man said passing the guard.
 'This was too easy,' the man
 thought to himself as he passed a few more guards dressed in heavy
 armor, 'Or maybe they just are going to keep a close eye on us.' 
The white haired man made his way through the inside of the warehouse
 which was busy with activity.   The guards were walking up and down
 the catwalk keeping an ever vigilant eye on the group standing in the
 middle of the open warehouse.  The group composed of about 20 people
 of various physical features and wardrobe, and all were chatting
 nervously as they kept their eyes on the guards on the catwalks
 above.  Only one didn't interact with the rest, he wore a large
 overcoat and just scanned his surroundings intricately, Tracer felt
 that this man was acting too much like a timelord plant.  He gave all
 the signs of one, and even following some timelord procedures; not
 too much interaction, cautious, and scoping the area.  
 When the white haired man finally made his way to the group and settle in, a
 group of guards escorted them into one of the offices on the main
 floor.  In the spacious office a blonde woman was standing in front
 of an old and rotting desk that was pushed against the wall looking
 over what looked to be blue prints of some kind.  She had long hair
 that was tied in a pony tail behind her head, was also dressed in
 armor but it was lighter than the guards lurking in the warehouse,
 her wide eyes were a dark blue, and oddly she was wearing a big smile
 on her face in comparison to the serious expressions on the guards
 faces.  The white haired man reached in his jacket pocket and took
 out a photo of a blonde haired girl with short hair but looked
 uncannily like the woman sitting on the desk infront of him.   The
 only difference was the face, in the photo she looked very friendly
 and cheerful, and the face infront of him was also cheerful and
 friendly, yet it had signs of weariness and stress upon it.  All in
 all though the woman struck the white haired man as very beautiful. 
 The man shook his head at the thought, 'Come on Tracer you're here to
 capture and terminate her. There is no gain in having an infatuation
 with her.' 
The blonde woman smiled at the group and spoke cheerfully,
 "Hello everyone!  It's nice to know that others feel the Counsule's
 corruptness has proven them inefficient leaders.  I thank you for
 coming." 
Her cheery attitude drained to a serious one, "Now let's get
 down to business.  All of us have a reason for being here." 
Then her serious attitude changed to one darker and pained as she spoke
 slowly, "Me. . . my family and I were ambushed and destroyed by a
 group those blood thursty timelords." 
Xendyte paused as she caught herself staring intently at her clenched fists.  
She blushed and immediately smiled, "Um, and since the Society tried valantly to save
 their lives, I am forever indebted to them." 
The entire group was taken back by such an unusual and emotional telling of her story. 
 The white haired man's eyes softened, 'Her story seems so different
 from her bio for some reason.' 
For once Tracer saw Xendyte's pain, and she wasn't just another target, 
she was a living being who was lonely, wanting to fill her emptiness, like his. . . . 
'No, Tracer.  There's no room for sympathy for the Society.  They are trying to
 rebel against the order the Counsule keeps.'  he thought to himself.
 Then Tracer remembered sea of secret files telling of all the
 information and technology the Counsule was hoarding.  Information
 and technology that would help out the people suffering in the
 Community.  Next he remembered all the injustice they were spreading.
  Finally he remembered the short communique from Nairb;
 "Tracer must never know what happened what happened to his father.  For it's in
 our best interest." 
'In their best interest, not mine.'  Tracer thought.  
Then Tracer was left facing a question he didn't want to face, 
what was he fighting for?
 Tracer's thought process was interupted by the questioning voiced of a woman,
 "You!  What's your name?"
 The blonde woman was pointing at the white haired man who
 coughed nervously, "My name. . . is, uh iz Hans."  
The blonde woman looked at him curiously and then gave a playful smile, entertained by
 his heavy accent, "Now that we've all been introduced, let me show
 you all around." 
The guards helped in the movement of the crowd of
 recruitees.  The blonde woman was leading the group across the main
 area towards a set of stairs leading into the large basement area
 below. 
 From a catwalk overlooking the group on the floor was a huge
 metal monstrosity.  The monstrosity had shoulders flaring out passed
 the head, a left hand controling a claw, the other controling a
 devasting charge cannon that clung to its arm, and a face seen only
 through a thick visor. 
 The face in the visor glanced off into the shadows nearby asking; "General, 
the recruits are going to see the machine. 
 What's our next move?"  
"We wait for the timelords to make their next move,"  a voice from the
 shadows replied, "One is probably amongst the recruits. " 
A red aura came from the shadows as the voice paused and noticed something,
 "That sword, on that recruit, its familiar. . . its. ." 
The monstrosity searched the group and found a white haired man with a
 sword hanging from his belt.  The voice trailed off as it pondered
 the familiarity of the sword and called out to the metal suit,
 "Malance bring that recruit to me.  I must find out how he got
 possession of that sword."


Alright, I believe these part were a little more rougher than the 
first two, but improvements will come, (hopefully).
The next parts will probably be coming out in two weeks 
considering I'll be gone all next week, but please send your comments 
directly to me so I'll be able to reply.  Thanks and enjoy yourselves 
(I know I am!)

the brian