Free Memoirs of a Timelord by Ralph Rotten Page A

fun on the weekends.  Besides, if you could build a really cool spaceship, wouldn't you?  If you're still reading this memoir then the answer is prolly a resounding yes. Hell yes!
           "You should talk to Morbester Shaklum, he does custom work on devices like this.  He could show you some areas of improvement." With a touch, DorLek imparted the specific coordinates directly into my Onkx.  A few seconds later he was gone.  That's how the guy rolled, here one minute and gone the next. Always busy.  I never once saw the Boss just sitting around doing nothing.  With him everything was done for a reason.  But back then I was still learning that the old guy was the most deliberate being I would ever meet.  There was a hidden lesson in everything he did; nothing was ever a coincidence with that guy.  I was actually green enough to believe that he had stopped by to see my ship.
           So me and Aldoo jump in the hotrod and jet out to the location the Boss had given me.  It's just a quick hop over to the far side of Jobul.  Anyhow, we get there and the place is a junk yard, and I don't mean that as a euphemism.  I'm scanning the salvaged equipment everywhere and it's all crap.  Just vintage technology or so damned old that the elements have eroded the circuits.  Mosta this stuff woulda been junk back on Earth.  But the Boss gave me these coordinates for a reason, so I decided to check them out.
           Leaving Aldoo in the car, I walked into the office and was greeted by the ugliest fucking secretary I have ever seen.  Rude, vile, and leaking hydrochloric acid from her armpits, she gave me a ration of shit for having the audacity to be a customer.  It was pretty obvious why they weren't doing a lotta business.  With customer service like that, who needs competition?  I was pretty irked at her by the time I stormed out of there and discovered that my car had been stolen.  No, really, someone stole my brand new ship.  Assholes!
           So I start using my DuNai eyes and sensors to look around when I notice a few things; like the heavy shielding the entire place is built upon.  Walking around I finally spotted a seam, but I didn't like the looks of the energy seeping out of the crack.  I'd read about traps like this that used tetrionic energy to inhibit temporal insertions and relocations.  If an unwary Timelord walked into that, they would have a hard time leaving in a hurry.  One thing they were always drilling into my head was the fact that the Onkx was the most powerful device in the known multiverse.  So of course, once the DuNai had mastered temporal relocation, the first thing they did was to prohibit its invention in any other galaxy.  They realized the power of time travel, of being able to visit the parallel dimensions, and they knew that they had to control the technology or what was to stop the next race from erasing the DuNai?  So as you can guess, security is a big deal for Timelords because there are a lotta people who would love to have our abilities.
           Just about then I notice that the junkyard dog has come around the corner.  Now from a distance it faintly resembles a bulldog, but up close the thing is the size of a fucking buffalo, with snot leaking out of its hind quarters.  My first instinct was to run like hell. I mean, this thing could prolly swallow me in one bite.  Between the dog and the signs of a trap, I shoulda fled the scene right then and there.
           But then something occurred to me; when I'm a Timelord will I avoid the bad parts of town just because they're scary?  Hell no.  And I sure as hell wasn't gonna let it be known that I let some asshole get away with stealing my ride...and my boyfriend.  (I almost forgot that I left Aldoo in the car.)
           "Dammit." I scowled as I deep-scanned the place.  I could see the tetrionic trap, the energy lines that fed it, security systems, energy collectives, and all manner of advanced tech.