Fore word/warning:

Hello, and welcome to my story.  This is an original story I have created that is 
sorta of a prequel to my Terrible Things to Waste story (which at the moment I'm revising)
This story sets the stage for the next, so don't be mad if you don't see your favorite
fuku wearing heroines coming into the fray right away.
If you have any questions just send them to bdaly@ns.cois.com. Enjoy!


Timelords

Part 3: The Scent Strengthens



	"Okay Tracer.  Now strike!"  a man with graying light brown
hair who looked about thirty was holding a metal staff beckoning
an some unseen foe out in an endless 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 I 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 status 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
disapprovement, 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.   Dawn had come and light from the sun started
filtering into his decrepit, spartan room.  Tracer 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 as a screen appeared
over his desk.

	"Oh, nothing, Avex." Tracer answered sleepily, "Did I get a
reply from Giro?"

	"Yes, he says that he'll meet you at his quarters, 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 quarters easily spotting all the
'no trespassing' signs around his door.  Tracer knocked on the
blank wall in front of him in a certain pattern and a door frame
appeared and let Tracer in.  There at a desk similar to Tracer's
was a man with short radiant gray 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 conspiracy 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 gray 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 disturbed."  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 perception 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 made his way to
the door, "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.

	"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 as he now was even more confused.

	"I just do."  Giro said quickly as he exited with the door
sliding 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 originally anticipated, "Crap!  They have an
entire great library of info."

	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 dimensions.  It detailed on how the population there
was being used as manual labor and how resources from other
dimensions were being transported in.  Then Tracer picked
another file that detailed the conditions of the dimensions
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 memorized.  The decree being
breached was ironically the 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 hoarsely 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 suddenly the screen switched off.  Tracer was
surprised at first until he realized that his five minutes were
up and they had successfully 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 punctured 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 successfully cleared it and
crashed into the opposing wall with his shoulder.  Quickly
getting up, Tracer ran out of the complex of quarters.  

	'This can't be true,' Tracer thought to himself desperately as
he ran down the hall.