User:Thunderush

About me
Howdy. This is the prestigious home of Commander Thunderush the Grand Observer. I am more commonly known as Commander Timothy Zachariaus Thunderstreak, but I like to abbreviate my name. I am a keenful eye of the Internet and a clever-witted warrior for justice. Oh... and I have cybernetic powers. I was brought into being by a scientist and professor named Doctor Kyle Silverhelm. He bestowed me with the power to control all wavelengths of electricity and alter my body into new forms based on what I analyze, much like a Chameleon circuit.

Encounters with the Doctor
Believe it or not, I have met the Doctor. Twice. Met Eight perchance but he quickly ran away in panic. Mistook me for a Cyberman because I was suited up for combat in robotic plating. I disengaged my armor to show him I was humanoid underneath the shell. He mentioned a bad experience with them trying to flood the world. What's sad is, he had yet to enter into the battle that would ruin his life. From my databanks, I had records of the Time War. I did my best to prepare him for what was on the horizon. Still... his attitude was soft and kind... so vulnerable to war... I checked up on him later in the history banks. He changed into something terrible. An old man with a world-weary appearance. ...But who?

I bumped into his twelfth incarnation by happenstance when I was experimenting with time stabilizers. They malfunctioned and caused a cronal lapse that hurtled me into the future! That's when I meant him, the eccentric chap who hides his name like an armadillo tucks himself in his shell. Speaking of which, there are details of this experience that I have to hide! At the moment, I can't tell you much. I must be careful not to reveal too much about the future. All I know is Eleven went out with a bang, and this new fellow he turned into is scared shedless about his future, about becoming something menacing, the Valeyard, as he calls it. He wanted me to help him avoid spawning this "Valeyard" at any price. 'Ol Doc noticed my intelligence and begged me for help, but I told him I had to get back to my time, since I only got to his in a freak accident. He conjectured we should form a psychic link. And so we tried to link minds and learn more about each other. He was very careful to lock away his head so that I couldn't snoop. I did the same on my end.

But the funny thing is... I have a download function that lets me pick up things. Copy various aspects of something I analyze, then transform into more powerful archetypes of myself, with the best bits of the new stuff mixed with the old. This mental linking let me download information about the Doctor into my head, though the experience left me with a new transformation ability that more or less results in me becoming a garish amalgamation of his previous lives and donning a temporary estuary British accent. Apparently, it was impossible for my system to make heads or tails of all his past lives, and so it royally botched up (and when I say royally botched up, I mean gave me severe multiple personality disorders for a while) the final transformation. Oh, and the guy has lost track of his age big time. He's about 2,000 years old. Biological scans estimate that much, don't trust 'em. They only help me get into the vicinity of big numbers like that.

I tried to ask the Doctor about what claimed his eighth life in the Last Great Time War. He looked back at me with a very sad, forlorn gaze and simply told me, "Suffering. The suffering of my people. It burned through me and I died. All alone. In darkness... cold, bitter darkness. But something kicked in at the last moment, at the bleakest hour of my life... light shined into the dark. And then I woke up a new man. My ninth incarnation. But I was not at peace. I was not ready to die, nor did I want to die again, and most of all, I did not want to witness my people die. I was angry. But enough of that. It's in the past. Best look to the future with a smile, eh mate? You're proof enough that it's in spectacular hands!" The man walked away like a true enigmatic figment of my world, back to the blue box of splendor he calls home.

"Beware the ravager draped in tin flesh. He is the King that Could Have Been, ruler of a time that never was, the hand of fate that wrote it into existence ripped away from the pages of destiny before it could pen his hellion tale. When his countenance is upon your world, do not lock eyes with his hollow gaze... For he is a walker of Lord Death, the bringer of depravity... and to look upon him with bated breath, or at his enraged behest... is a challenge of his authority... one that beckons acceptance into oblivion." --The Lazareth Accords