A Bright White Crack
Chris Cwej-V, under Time Lord orders, creates a weapon capable of destroying Saturn
What a day. He felt the rush of relief, now that his most recent mission was over. It’d been one of his most ludicrous jobs he’d had to perform for his Superiors. Each time they got more and more silly and trite. His philosophy nowadays was this: those who lived in ignorance of their nature in the vast tapestry that formed the Totality had, at the very least, larger roles within the universal narrative, having more work to fill their existence with, in comparison to the beings who had chosen a side in the War. [...] Cwej had put a stop to the Entanglement’s machinations with an elaborate set-up, tricking the Saturnians, to ensure their findings were forgotten about: he’d implemented the rings of Saturn, in reality, a group of highly powerful disintegrators capable of turning the planet into a gaseous dust-ball if the Entanglement so much as glanced at their paperwork.
If someone replicates Anchoring technology, they can destroy the Web of Time
The Democratic Saturnian Entanglement had been on the brink of unraveling the mechanics to recreate the creation of the linear Universe, and if they could recreate it, they could just as easily destroy it. Cwej’s Superiors, had of course, been the race who’d established the Linear Universe in the first place. They certainly didn’t want all Their hard work spoilt by some lower-life forms in the evolutionary ladder!
Time Lords are pan-dimensional
Chris Cwej’s Superiors were the most complex pan-dimensional beings the Totality had ever produced.
Chris-V is a digital Matrix entity who lives in a Matrix pocket dimension where time doesn't exist
“Drink, please,” he said once he was transported back. As soon as he uttered that single phrase, a banana smoothie showed up in his hand, immediately becoming physical (or, at least, as physical as something can get in a consciousness download). The Vicinity was just as devoid of detail as always, but he liked it that way. [...] Cwej’s requested construction was an endless stretch of fog, solidifying where the ground should be. The gray could only be comparable to a Floridian marsh during the summer, just substituting all the heat for double the sticky humidity. Cwej’s Vicinity was inside of a computer, after all, and computers overheat. [...] Sometimes Chris lived with a body instead of a pure downloaded consciousness, things were much cooler when he had skin. Today was the three-year anniversary of his creation as a V-Time experiment. He was the only one of his kind, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. His enigmatic Superiors had stripped his flesh away, and They’d put him in an endless room where he could wish for anything he could ever want. He’d marked the anniversary on his virtual calendar earlier that “week” (with time being nonexistent in this place, he had to rely on the old Wartime calendar method). [...] Well, for what it was worth, he didn’t like being kept in a grayish virtual room. He didn’t like seeing coded dreams and waking up to find that he was still a slave to his masters. At least during missions he had a body, his mind plucked from the digital realm of the Vicinity and deposited into a fleshy vessel that was known as Chris Cwej. He was still part of the system though.
Cwej-V had signed his soul away to a digital dimension within a large databank stored at the core of the Superiors’ Base of Operations, their jewelled Home planet at the centre of the seven galaxies.
The Time Lords are the most powerful causal species in N-Space
You are a servant of the most powerful and important causal beings in the Totality, and unlike those superfluous years you wasted with police work, you do not get sick days.
They wove their biology into every other species
Chris sheepishly recalled a distant time when he’d thought being dead was better than assisting the maintenance of the laws created by the Superiors: those beings who wove Their likenesses into the biology of every being.
It's very difficult for them to exit the universe due to their biology
My Superiors, or at least a few of Them, have gone outside the boundaries of space itself. For those whose biology and home existence are basically synonymous, it’s quite a feat.
The Time Vortex is the space between universes
So, the Universe is a funnel, and every other Universe is the same shape in this conveyor belt scenario. Two belts moving opposite to each other, each funnel tip touching another tip for a small amount of time, just small enough for those at the tip to peer down to the other Universe. Some call the space in between the funnels the Time Vortex, but I’ve been instructed to call it the Bifrost. Anyways, sorry for interrupting.
Following the war's end, there's 12 billion Cwejen, all of whom were created for the war
Cwej had been human once. More precisely, he was part of a species called the Cwejen; they were clones from a War against an unseen adversary, a War that had eventually finished. Supposedly there had been an original Chris Cwej before the Spawning of the multitude of Cwejen. Now existed a population of 12 billion Cwejen in the Totality [...]. Each of the Cwejen was created within the engine of a flesh machine, and bred for the long-ended War. Once the temporal battlefields fell silent, the manufacturing of Cwejen ceased.
Chris-V's brain was altered by Time Lord programming
Each time Christopher Cwej felt a tug on his sanity, his artificial brain rearranged itself. It was torture, having to have your data changed in order to keep your mind intact.
He’d long since come to terms with being a clone, nothing more than one part of the multitude of the countless Cwejen, but suddenly his confusion felt like that of a naturally-bred human. He thought he could remember his past, but now the very concept of that past was now fragmented, a solitary shard lost within the ever-growing mystery of where he was and how he had been transported away. Perhaps his past had been rewritten. Perhaps he’d received another one altogether. Perhaps he’d never had one.
Chaos matter shifts gravity to a more chaotic form. The Superiors have access to it, but it's beneath them to use such vulgar tactics.
Chaos matter. Found exclusively on the planet Alma, chaos matter had been added to the universal periodic table. [...] If calibrated correctly, this foreign matter would destroy civilizations, wipe out entire planets, exactly as the name implied. Oceans would become waterfalls and cascade off the edge of any spacial body it touched. The creatures on such a mass would have their floors and walls switch places, a gravity shift of ninety degrees for all living matter. If they had nothing to stand on, they’d tumble into the vacuum of space, suffocating. As they’d move away from the chaotic side-gravity of the other matter, they would fall back into a deadly orbit around the weirdly distorted atmosphere of the world—its “devil plumes” of atmosphere peaking into space in two places like horns. In time, the interference between normal gravity and chaos-gravity could leave the atmosphere thinned, even the safer places left gasping and increasingly uninhabitable.
When Cwej-V regains his war era form, he can manipulate his body with Regeneration energy
Chris was in awe that a bit of spare regen energy existed in his fingers. He’d have to figure out why later. He directed it at the tips of his fingers. With a thought, he made his nails stretch out and harden, twisting them into claws long enough to dig into the ground-which-was-a-wall.
His bones rapidly started to slot back into place under his skin, and he felt them restoring themselves with the precision of his old Wartime Cwej-form. He was a regen soldier. His body melded back together with otherworldly tendrils sucking the bones into a heap of internal Play-Doh, a mound of tissue covered by skin.
The Time Lords regard the technology and group (whose role is equivalent to the Great Houses) that constructed the 10,000 Dawns (an artificial multiverse of 10,000 universes) as primitive
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~ The 10,000 Dawns are a total of ten thousand alternative universes, living alongside one another and occasionally bleeding into each other. The Christmas Needle Agreement, with all the Forces of Power that were needed being present, allowed for harmony to be restored throughout the Multiverse and beyond. The 10,000 Dawns are reigned over by an inferior race of creatures with primitive conceptual threading abilities, the Firmament, who use a method of travelling through space on resizable moons, known as Foces, through the Bifrost. A ridiculous and underdeveloped group, they have broken the Agreement and we are retaliating.~
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Flickering Flame
Time Lord devices can rip open or fuse together reality
“[...] This beaut is an Orthogonal Dimensional Retensioner: when activated, it will pull the edges of the dimensional rip together and stitch them back leaving just a small scar.” “Can’t we just walk around Plymouth using that device until we find the rift and heal it?” I asked. [...] “Well,” she said carefully, as if she was talking to a small child, “for a start, the device outputs all its energy over a few nanoseconds, so we can only use it once. Secondly—and more importantly—imagine that the fabric of space-time is indeed a fabric, like cotton. If there’s a rip, you pull the two sides back together. But if there isn’t a rip, and you just take the material in both hands and pull it hard, what happens?” “Reality tears,” I said slowly. “So—one chance, and one chance only?”
In The Loop
A Time Lord weapon can force time to devour itself
“It’s pretty dangerous stuff. Especially since Donacho is a bit of an oddball and I have a bet with Kirstine he’s on something, so I don’t trust the parts fully.” “It could end the loop?” Yanna laughed. “Worse than that, it could cause this loop to devour itself. That’s…” [...] Yanna looked down at her hands, “Yeah. I made some messed up stuff for the Superiors’ War. One thing was a bomb that worked by making a living being devour itself chronologically. First, a regular explosion, boom! But that was just to generate a field of energy and smoke, which the rest of the device used to…” She shook her head, “I was a good weapons designer. But I’m never doing that again. It’s why I’m here.”