Fate is..... funny. Half of people believe it cannot be changed, that every decision made is inevitable, that there is no free will in the individual. The other half believe it's nonsense, that we do have a choice in our lives, free will comes individuality and expression of the mind. There is always a common thing between the two thoughts, which is it's always in the back of your mind. These philosophical thoughts are pushed back to the back of the mind, not because of fear, but because there's never time for people to think about it. It's not fate people fear or think, it's the unknown. Fate is simply a road that takes you to the unknown, it simply depends on how well the person handles what stops fate brings you to.
For A.R., he simply found it funny that he could play such a part in people's fates, whether through his own fate or because he enjoyed playing the part of the manipulator. The suited robot stood in the center of a room, with a giant screen protected on a wall. What it showed were battles, not just of Nazareth, but of other worlds, the universes colliding with each other and waging war in belief that they are being attacked. The images changed every now and again to show another feed of some other battle taking place, with armies fighting to the death, or super-human fighters beating each other into pulping messes of flesh. He gave a smile that he work was there for all to enjoy, as the chaos was only starting.
His work, was just beginning. There was so much more to be done, a multiverse of possibilities could happen, and he was the architect to build them. The only problem laid in this, 'Doctor.' An alien being with a McGuffen that allowed him to travel between worlds and time itself without any issue of effort. That, was a problem for his plans. They had him once, but the man vanished into thin air within the blink of an eye. They needed to stop him before he could do any damage. Entering the room to address his fellow comrade was the soldier, Snipes as he was called, looking stern as ever.
"Did you find them?" A.R. asked, hands behind his back, as he glanced to Snipes over his shoulder. "No. What little trace remains is untraceable. They could have jumped anywhere." Snipes informed him.
"Aren't you fucking useless." The suited robot insulted, his smile dimming down. "And what have you done to aid us?" Snipes retorted.
"My job." He looked back to the screen, showing off the carnage broadcasting for his personal enjoyment. "Someone has to keep the plan going, certainly won't be M."
The soldier simply looked at R, motionless and aggravated at his unhelpful attitude. "Where is our next goal?" He asked, folding his arms together. "I'm planning our next attack on 2-0-12, I've already created a formula to help make captures easier against ghouls. Just need to produce it."
"Have it prepared when we return. We've wasted enough time with this group."
"If you find them, just kill them, the TARDIS is too much trouble as is." Even if it was one of the most powerful items one could have. As if on cue, a small advisory image popped up, informing them of a small issue popping up in Nazareth. There was another formation beginning, and the signs of this one were all too much like the last formation of these 'heroes.' "Oh for fuck--" A.R started, "Move some of them to another world, I'm not having this happen aga--............................ Hello~" A.R. happened to notice one of the people teleported into Nazareth.
She looked a hell of a lot like a former companion of the Doctor. This was no coincidence. "Send troops into the field, we're grabbing her...... And send a lot to make sure." He told the soldier, nodding his head.
Ain't fate a funny thing.
Far off into the distance, everyone in Nazareth would notice something. There was a sandstorm approaching. A big massive wave was approaching them, with massive storm clouds above it pushing it towards the battle. There were strange flashes in the storm, like lightning going off. The truth of it was a little more..... nerve racking, but no one would see what laid behind the storm.
