The Gang Goes to Uberia

"What would you have me do, then?! Let these people destroy what Preach worked so hard for?! Men are killing children! Children are stealing from women! Women are dead because they're whores!"

Cyril looked about unaffected. "Yes. Actually yes. This happens everyday, and you're probably more oppressive than the current regime." He added, recalling the Oozaru incident. "This can be decided later when you or someone else is ACTUALLY QUALIFIED TO LEAD. Right now, TARDIS, eh?"

Artik looked around. The only nearby was a shady-looking toddler-Tuffle. Artik threw the coinpurse at him, shrugged and walked off.

Cyril smiled brightly at all parties, "See? Isn't that better?" He walked off to the TARDIS

Makoto watched and then silently followed them. He put his hand on Artik's shoulder then spun him around. Makoto then punched Artik in the face. "I promised you that if you ever got all mopey I would do that.

Stamina used: 10

Artik stumbled backwards. "Err. Thanks." He looked at his infinity-satchel. "Oh! Parts!" Artik handed Makoto a bag of parts and took out another Banapple from his bottomless satchel.

Cyril looked at the Banapple with almost a look of horror. "I have very mixed feelings about that fruit." He remarked

Makoto looked through the parts. "This is perfect."

Artik opened the TARDIS's door. "Well, let's get cracking." He blinked. "Anywhere you guys wanna go?"

"Home." Cyril whispered to himself. He smiled ruefully.

Artik blinked. "I... It's possible." He looked at Makoto. "Will we be able to go to another universe's past?"

Makoto was busy installing the new pieces. "It is possible...but we might not be able to get back." Makoto stood up and dusted himself off. "I say we go for it. Just let me finish installing these new parts and we should be ready to go."

Cyril's face dropped. He wasn't sure if that was the best idea. "If we can't get back..." Cyril looked around at the TARDIS. "Perhaps we should wait until we're sure we can make it back." Cyril was hesitant to go. If they got stuck no one could stop him from fighting the War of the Fallen again, and he would have no reason to run this time.

Stan had found himself revived on Uberia He blinked and followed those guys and an orange man into a blue box. Apparently, no-one noticed. Then he noticed all the weird buttons and things. He pushed and pulled and the box lurched.

Artik stood, gaping, looking up from the coordinate computer. "Who...?"
He strode over, angrily. "You should be glad I finished entering the multiversal time/space coordinates." The TARDIS halted, and Artik sighed. "Well, we're alive."

Cyril slammed Stan against the wall. "Where are we Artik?"

Artik looked at the screen. "Universe Sephim. Year 1... before... something or other. Your planet."