Outside of these doors is a menagerie of monsters, an abundance of adventures, and most of all; a prevalence of perils. However, at this moment there is nothing. They call me Artist Green, each one of my regenerations will contain an obsession with a different color, allegedly. On what basis this was formed I have no idea, as I have yet to even reach my second life. Here I stand, pacing around my type 99 TARDIS, waiting for the call from my employer. I travel around as a kind of Gallifreyan mercenary, should anyone wish for my assistance I am more than happy to oblige them. This last assignment was given to me by a fellow named the Corsair. It sent me to Earth in what they refer to as 100 BC, in a country titled "Greece." I have never cared much for the populous which resides upon the planet. They eternally fear that which they do not understand, and plan to eliminate anything that doesn't make sense. Humans try to understand everything, yet they perceive nothing, they are like blind men, continually putting someone else's eyes into their own sockets in hopes of regaining their vision.
Here I sit. My ship is invisible to all but myself. I love the perception filter for specifically that reason. I open the door and look outwards, the TARDIS hovers silently above the slow waters of Greece. Suddenly I hear a quiet whirring noise. I look up towards the blue sky and see a white cube shooting towards me at a fast rate. It approaches me and halts in mid-air, inches from my thick face. I could almost reach it with my long nose. It's a hypercube, the emergency messaging system of the Timelords. I grab it with my hairy hands and spot an image upon a single side of the glowing cube. Ouroboros, the snake which eats itself, it's a message from the Corsair.
The cube opens in one side; a holographic image appears from it. There stands in the image the Corsair himself, though sometimes that may be herself. "Artist. I'm so sorry but you have to get out of there!" He yells at me with fear deadening his elderly eyes, "There's Daleks on their way and they can get past the TARDIS shields. Run Artist!"
Without delay I throw the cube inside the ship, bumping the control panel in the center of a white cathedral-like room. I run toward the console, too idiotic to close the door. I hear the shot, the 'pwang,' it is the sound of my death. A Dalek spotted me off in the distance, and took its earliest chance to kill me. The blast hit me in my right heart, stopping it immediately. I drop in agony, screaming loud enough for the very gods the humans worship to cover their own ears. But I cannot stop here, I must escape the Daleks first, or I may never reach regeneration. I force myself onto my feet, my black boots scuffed from wandering upon many planets, dozens of planets, for 167 years of life. I cannot die forever, not after so little. I step painfully towards the console; I reach out towards a large green button, the only one that begins the ship's travel in time and space. But another blast is fired. This one hits the console about a foot from me. A large chunk of the panel cracks off and hits the floor. In a panic I slip and mash several buttons. The ship is traveling upwards; it turns on its side and heads for the stars. I still feel excruciating pain from the shot. It's beginning, I'm going to regenerate soon.
"K-9! Shut the door!" I yell loudly as the ship turns. I hold on for dear life onto the floor.
Then my savior comes, "Yes master." He says. Remotely my robot assistant closes the door, but not before the aforementioned piece of console falls into the Greek waters.
"Equalize TARDIS gravity!" I shout at the console. Suddenly I feel as though I am on a properly balanced surface again. I'm amazed that I still live. I again stand, I can hardly force myself onto my feet this time. I walk towards the console for the final time as Artist Green. As I bring my hand out to push the green button and escape Greece, a feeling of bliss overcomes my body, and I see a blue light seeping from my hands, It has begun.