I know full well that anyone accessing this log will find a tremendous amount of time has passed since my previous entry. I wish you truly had an understanding of how much.
Actually, I wish I had any true understanding of how much time has passed.
Let me try to start at the... well, new beginning, I suppose.
New Gallifrey, such as it was, was largely slothful. Our Lord President was, on the rare occasion he would emerge from his... WHATEVER sanctuary he spent his time... was obsessed with little more than pomp and ceremony, largely being ineffectual.
Most of the High Council followed his... lack of leadership... though a few exceptions did exist. The Chancellor was largely concerned with trying to make sure things ran in the President's general lack of... existing, and, therefore, most of his duties were taken up by The Gold Usher, who did an admirable job.
This leads me to, well, me.
Eventually, I was elected to the post of High Cardinal: a kind of liaison between the general public and the High Council. Under normal circumstance, this would be a great honour. In these circumstances, though, it was really more a curse.
For most of the five hundred plus years I served in my office, what the public saw was very different than what was actually happening in the halls of governance. I likely shouldn't even be recording this here, as no one likes to know how the sausage is made, but, frankly, for the large majority of those centuries, the functioning government of New Gallifrey, on a whole, consisted of two people: myself and Gold Usher Rowan. As brilliant as the two of us can be at times (well, always, but why sound egotistic?) even we couldn't keep everything together.
Eventually, an AI based on Morbius took over the Matrix on the Homeworld. It took the combined abilities of all the Time Lords on New Gallifrey to... well do SOMETHING. To this day, I don't believe any of us know exactly what they did, but it triggered The Time Storm.
There's really no other way to describe it. I was, fortunately, on Vanishing Point at the time, and, therefore, outside of the effects of the storm, but most weren't. Describing what transpired next is impossible to do in any proper language, and, when I initially tried, I did so in Ancient High Dalthorian... If you've never heard of Ancient High Dalthorian... that's why. I broke it.
I digress.
Reality and time suddenly became so tumultuous, all history and reality began rewriting itself every instant. The vortex looped back in on itself, then snapped in multiple pieces, regrouped, dissolved, became sentient, wrote a television series, failed to win an Emmy after several nominations, decided to hang it all, then finally, began to settle.
During the "time" (a word which has no meaning in regard to this event) this happened, any Time Lords in the vortex found a deeply buried emergency protocol in their TTCs to send them to the closest viable safe port.
As it turned out, there were two: Vanishing Point and The Temporal Observatory.
What I've just explained took place in what can only be described as "The instant of billions of years". During that time, the citizens of Vanishing Point, as we all now were, began to form a society of our own from the ashes of New Gallifrey (which had disappeared during the Time Storm), trying to rebuild what remained of our technology and some form of proper civilization while we waited out the storm. I was chosen as their governor, and we survived. I presume those at the Observatory have similar tales.
As the Storm calmed, I had our engineers strip some of Vanishing Point down to create a smaller station we could use as an anchor to observe the new SL-Space. It was via New Providence Station we were able to make initial contact with the other survivors. Eventually, a treaty was forged.
The Temporal Observatory, for those who aren't familiar with this history, was the domain of Lord Auron, who had, long ago, been my Castellan when I was the Cardinal of Patrex. He had become the governor of the survivors there.
Per the treaty, the new government of the Refugees of New Gallifrey was formed. Auron stands as our Lord President and I, as High Chancellor.
Sometime later, I had New Providence re-integrated into Vanishing Point, and we discovered Oasis.
Oasis is a very strange world, which has contained within it, a highly unstable temporal anomaly. The anomaly creates major fluctuations in time and often presents eruptions from the planet in the form of what we refer to as "rift-vents". Unfortunately, we have been, as yet, unable to properly use the energies of these rifts as a power source for any TTCs, though we HAVE discovered a reaction of a local crystal element (which I REFUSE to repeat the name of anymore) which restores hope, at least in my mind, that we may be able to make use of it.
There are a few other details about Oasis which I will elaborate on in another entry.
