THE TARDIS creation is approved.

The construction of a TARDIS must always remain a closely guarded secret that even the Doctor cannot know in order to protect the universe. So, when it’s time for a new TARDIS to be created, it can only happen through a series of very unfortunate events placed in motion by an old man with the worst memory known to the Time Lords. And so it is, that we now call on Darkthr to create the ultimate TARDIS, a culmination of his lives work.

To protect the knowledge of the TARDIS itself, a particular device that sits idle under guard on Gallifrey by a combination of the most feared of all races must be used. A small room inside the heart of the governing building of Gallifrey Darkthr must enter, which in itself could end his life should he make but one mistake. Luckily our old man had no family to say goodbye to and so once he received word from the council, he packed up his small room so that should he fail, nobody else would have to go through his belongings. He never dreaded nor hated this job, for it was accepted by all of the Time Lords that this was the only safe and responsible way to protect the known universes. Fulfilling their promise to HIM remained their top priority.

Reaching for his customary towel that each TARDIS master had carried before him for some unknown reason, Darkthr walked towards the room as those on the streets moved out of his way. The towel signified that a TARDIS just might be born soon, and the man was on a mission that would either end his life with no regeneration possibilities, or he could return to them triumphant and the proud new father of yet one  more TARDIS to carry throughout time one very lucky and clever traveler. Out of respect for the process about to take place, nobody spoke as he passed by. Transactions on the street stopped as if time itself were suspended in great honor of the coming hours. The council would suspend all classes, sales and more as Darkthr worked his skills so that he would know Gallifrey stood united in hopes for his success.  

As Darkthr entered the first room of the vault, a grey statue sat in front of a door. Its eyes were covered, and it stood much taller than him. The trick to getting past this particular entity was to force it move enough for him to get inside without allowing it to kill him, or worse, send him back to some place where he would be food for thought. A test he had taken before, the Weeping Angel learned from each trick, so as not to fall for the same one twice. That was somewhat frustrating.

In what he had thought may be his last trick, the Old man taped his eyelids open, then threw his towel over the Angel’s face. Pushing the monstrosity away from the door slowly, taking more than an hour to achieve. Eventually though, all was set and the old man then whispered the word to open the door. This was the word that would establish for all time who owned the TARDIS to be created. A name, a simple name that would some day hold the mysteries of the universe was uttered, and the door was opened.



Due to the secrecy of the TARDIS, we cannot tell you of the other species who protect its design in unison, but as you will someday learn, they are all sworn enemies of Thirteen. Yet this wasn't always the case. There was a time when the villains and the good guys were very difficult to distinguish from each other. But that is a story you must follow to discover.

The old man made his way to the final chamber, where he called forth the powers more ancient than the Time Lords themselves, and so it was, they were approved for one more TARDIS. Now, a person of some unknown species would be chosen by some process the Time Lords never understood to assemble the TARDIS and to be a  part of it. What mystical magical creature would THEY bring forth now, he wondered.