I have to share a universe with people like... you?

Eugh.

Big dreams for a small girl.

... Sorry.

Hahaha.

..................... No.

I want my tea like I like it.

I hate field assignments.

Eugh.

Hmn.

Weird taste in the air.

I've written an open letter to the Gallifrey High Council today, strongly recommending the continuation of the war. I've also strongly advised that more resources are allocated towards it, along with increased taxes to fund it.

"Is that true? I'll have to read through your records, some time. Though I bet they're dreadfully dull."

Clandra's a skilled pilot, careful and diligent, bringing them in. "I guess you can accompany me, if you behave."

"Good, alright. I'm taking us in."

A new planet, uncharted, purple skies and pink grass.

Wasn't planning on it. Oh, and one more thing. I'll want to read everything you write afterwards, yes?

Reconnaissance. I suppose you can stay. Sit right there in the corner, be quiet, and do what you're told, okay?

And what are you doing here, Archivist? Here to chronicle my exploits?

Licence and registration, please.

Was that your so-called 'humour'? I don't get it.

'UPDOG', what is it?

... What's that?

Do you have authorisation to drive that space-time vessel into this sector?

Did I hear something?

Ugh, people, don't talk to me.

( Clandrathondilmedroth ) aka - Clandra.

- Time Lord, graduated with distinctions.
- The university swat, teacher's pet. High Council suck-up.
- Adheres to the more traditional Gallifreyan views.
- Clandra I: Lana Condor