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[ciapropaganda]

We are the celestial intervention agency, not the Central Intelligence Agency.

—Narvin

[that-cia-agent]

I hate the fucking CIA

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

⚕️Gallifreyan Respiratory Emergency Protocol (G-REP)

Wheezing, gasping, or suspiciously silent? Here's how to support your Gallifreyan's very alien lungs — because one sphincter does not a bypass make.

For use on Gallifreyans and Time Lords only. Always seek your human advice from human health providers.

✨ What is G-REP?

G-REP (Gallifreyan Respiratory Emergency Protocol) is a rapid response framework for identifying and managing respiratory distress in Gallifreyans. Whether it's trauma, infection, or environmental, Gallifreyan lungs require careful interventions, and sometimes a little creative thinking.

🌬️ Gallifreyan Respiratory Basics

Oxygen travels in the blood, but via non-human haemoglobin, making oxygen saturation unreliable with human equipment.

The respiratory bypass system allows temporary suspension of breathing, but it's learned, not instinctive.

Gallifreyans have a tracheal sphincter that can seal the airway, slowing metabolic need.

They can tolerate hypoxia longer than humans, but collapse is sudden once their limits are reached.

🧠 Psionics could interfere with respiration during overload or feedback loops — check both lungs and mind.

📋 Signs of Respiratory Distress

Look out for:

Rapid or irregular breathing

Cyanosis (unusual for Gallifreyans but still possible)

Psionic dissonance or silent feedback

Telepathic leakage (suggests loss of control)

Nasal flaring, retractions, or use of accessory muscles

Fatigue or collapse

Persistent coughing, wheezing, or unproductive respiration

🛠️ G-REP Step-by-Step

1️⃣ Initial Assessment (Use ABCDEP Protocol)

Airway: Is it open? Can they speak or vocalise?

Breathing: Count respirations. Look for symmetrical chest rise, effort, and colour.

Psionics: Check for overload, silence, or unresponsiveness via AVPTU.

If bypass is active:

They may breathe infrequently or not at all, but remain conscious.

Confirm by checking psionics, cardiac output, and oxygen saturation (if reliable tech is available).

2️⃣ Support Oxygenation

Positioning: Sit upright unless unconscious. Supine only if collapse has occurred.

Oxygen (if available): Cannula or non-rebreather mask. Use human oxygen cautiously — it's metabolised faster in Gallifreyans.

Telepathic grounding if signs of overload are present (see PEP Guide).

3️⃣ Interventions Based on Cause

🧬 If Psionic Overload:

Remove from psionically noisy environments

Use grounding techniques (3 things seen, 2 heard, 1 touched)

Shield with isolation field if possible

🩸 If Traumatic Injury (e.g., punctured lung, rib fracture):

Stabilise chest wall

Immobilise and transport

Consider bilateral oxygen delivery if one lung compromised

🦠 If Infection:

Monitor for signs of sepsis (see SER Guide)

Fluids + supportive care

Oxygen + elevate head of bed

🌫️ If Environmental Exposure (e.g., vacuum, chemical, smoke):

Evacuate and isolate

Administer filtered or supplemental oxygen

Psionic shielding if toxin-induced

4️⃣ Advanced Considerations

Gallifreyan lungs recover rapidly, but only with oxygen and rest

Avoid positive pressure ventilation unless absolutely necessary — can damage tracheal sphincter or disrupt bypass reflex

Consider inducing respiratory bypass only if the patient has been trained and is capable

🚩 Red Flags

Immediate intervention if:

Respiratory rate <4 or >20 bpm

Altered consciousness + low oxygen output

Psionic collapse or silence

Audible stridor or sudden vocal loss

Both hearts unstable (RR problems often precede dual cardiac compromise)

📌 Key Takeaways

✔️ Gallifreyans can tolerate hypoxia better than humans — but collapse is abrupt ✔️ Not all Gallifreyans can use respiratory bypass — especially children or untrained adults ✔️ Oxygen saturation tools may be inaccurate ✔️ Always assess psionics and cardiac output in parallel with breathing ✔️ Treat the cause — don't assume they're "just fine" because they’re quiet

Medical Guides

These are all practical guides to assessing and treating a Gallifreyan in an emergency.

⚕️💕Gallifreyan CPR

⚕️👽Gallifreyan Assessment Scoring System (GASS)

⚕️👽ABCDE Assessment

⚕️⚠️Sepsis Emergency Response (SER)

⚕️⚠️Severe Trauma Protocol

⚕️🌡️Gallifreyan Thermoregulation and Emergency Response

⚕️🔮Psionic Emergency Pathways

⚕️✨Post-Regeneration Management

⚕️💤Gallifreyan Healing Coma Management

⚕️🩸Interpreting Gallifreyan Bloodwork

⚕️👶Gallifreyan Paediatric Emergencies

⚕️🧠Managing Gallifreyan Neurological Trauma

⚕️💥Gallifreyan Pain Assessment & Intervention Nexus (PAIN)

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[ciapropaganda]

This has been an emergency PSA following The Incident. No discussions of The Incident will be brooked; if they occur, then The Incident will be wiped from the memory of all discussers. Thank you for your cooperation.

[ciapropaganda]

Thalp's lucky they're not here today. This is gonna be messy...

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[gatlinnterrasen]

What is known can swiftly become something unknown. Through the right changes.

[ciapropaganda]

I control the changes here, Gatlin, not you.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You? You alone? How... imbalanced... Is this even about the CIA anymore? Or your own inadequacies? Your need to be better than me?

One of us is putting more desperate effort into this exchange than the other.

And I'm back at my TARDIS enjoying a drink, in truth.

[ciapropaganda]

This is about the fact that I AM better than you. You can't even follow the rules. One look at your daughters tells me you never could.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Keep telling yourself that. It seems you'll find the rulesets we both follow are very different to one another. I wouldn't want my daughters to live under the restrictive nature you've put yourself in.

[ciapropaganda]

And yet by flaunting the rules, you've put them in more danger than you can imagine.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Is that what you believe? You think they're in danger?

Trust me when I say that in almost every situation, they ARE the danger. One could say that they are the ones who knock.

[ciapropaganda]

You have no idea the level of danger you put your children in when you flagrantly flaunt the rules that have been put in place for the safety of *all*. You risk consequences greater than you can possibly imagine. Retribution far beyond my control.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And YOU have no idea what my children are capable of.

Whatever consequences you think I risk are little in comparison to their capabilities. We've been through more than what you can possibly imagine.

That being said, I am now out of drink. As such, I'll go do something more productive and get some more. Goodbye.

[ciapropaganda]

*Conversation ends here. Recorded for the Gatlin file.*

[ciapropaganda]

@official-cia-of-gallifrey who tf are you

[official-cia-of-gallifrey]

We are Celestial Intervention Agency Department for Official and Public Affairs. Given the disarray of Gallifrey following the civil war, the CIA is acting under emergency powers. If your department is non-functional, its resources will be reassigned to other Agency operations.

[ciapropaganda]

*snaps head up* wait... The civil war... *Groans* okay so, which layer of metatime are you? I mean, is Gallifrey, uh, how do I put this... Frozen?

[official-cia-of-gallifrey]

Neither of our realities, it seems, is the primary one. This reality is out of phase with the rest of the universe, as it should be, but relative time has not been significantly disrupted. We're recovering from an influx of renegades and refugees, including those from Faction Paradox. We're working to disentangle the various biographies, but given our situation, it's proving difficult.

We are aware of the threat of the Time War, but our current Coordinator has no intention of creating the Celesti. Our attempts to avert or subvert the War, which is locally manifesting itself as a game of concessions, have been stymied by the signifiers of our chosen weapons.

What is your status? We are threatened by a more grotesque Gallifrey, as you may soon be.

Closer cooperation may be in our best interests.

[ciapropaganda]

Wow, sounds like a real all-hands-on-deck situation... Good luck over there, alt-CIA. And, you're aware of your most agreed upon, but still potential, future, interesting... With no desire to... Just be careful with all that. Stray too far and you'll cause a real headache over here for us.

What makes you say we're not primary, though?

And, as for our status... Well, we've been subject to a large overhaul in recent times of how our operation runs. I'm now in charge - of my station, that is. And helping out with the main public service announcer blog over here, to lighten the load. Overall, our changes are for the best, I feel...

We've ridden the waves of your future and are now firmly secured in a post-War setting, with the Celestis, well... It's complicated. Our current operations mostly involve keeping an eye on stray renegade operations and managing potential issues regarding the future of Gallifrey's leadership, in accordance with the One True Timeline... So, the usual, no real big threat on our side at the moment.

I suppose it would be possible to spare some resources for you, were they desired, providing of course that you can prove that you are no threat to our reality, and that you can provide strategic information or other aid in return.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[gatlinnterrasen]

What is known can swiftly become something unknown. Through the right changes.

[ciapropaganda]

I control the changes here, Gatlin, not you.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You? You alone? How... imbalanced... Is this even about the CIA anymore? Or your own inadequacies? Your need to be better than me?

One of us is putting more desperate effort into this exchange than the other.

And I'm back at my TARDIS enjoying a drink, in truth.

[ciapropaganda]

This is about the fact that I AM better than you. You can't even follow the rules. One look at your daughters tells me you never could.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Keep telling yourself that. It seems you'll find the rulesets we both follow are very different to one another. I wouldn't want my daughters to live under the restrictive nature you've put yourself in.

[ciapropaganda]

And yet by flaunting the rules, you've put them in more danger than you can imagine.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Is that what you believe? You think they're in danger?

Trust me when I say that in almost every situation, they ARE the danger. One could say that they are the ones who knock.

[ciapropaganda]

You have no idea the level of danger you put your children in when you flagrantly flaunt the rules that have been put in place for the safety of *all*. You risk consequences greater than you can possibly imagine. Retribution far beyond my control.

[ciapropaganda]

@official-cia-of-gallifrey who tf are you

[official-cia-of-gallifrey]

We are Celestial Intervention Agency Department for Official and Public Affairs. Given the disarray of Gallifrey following the civil war, the CIA is acting under emergency powers. If your department is non-functional, its resources will be reassigned to other Agency operations.

[ciapropaganda]

*snaps head up* wait... The civil war... *Groans* okay so, which layer of metatime are you? I mean, is Gallifrey, uh, how do I put this... Frozen?

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[gatlinnterrasen]

What is known can swiftly become something unknown. Through the right changes.

[ciapropaganda]

I control the changes here, Gatlin, not you.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You? You alone? How... imbalanced... Is this even about the CIA anymore? Or your own inadequacies? Your need to be better than me?

One of us is putting more desperate effort into this exchange than the other.

And I'm back at my TARDIS enjoying a drink, in truth.

[ciapropaganda]

This is about the fact that I AM better than you. You can't even follow the rules. One look at your daughters tells me you never could.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Keep telling yourself that. It seems you'll find the rulesets we both follow are very different to one another. I wouldn't want my daughters to live under the restrictive nature you've put yourself in.

[ciapropaganda]

And yet by flaunting the rules, you've put them in more danger than you can imagine.

[ciapropaganda]

@official-cia-of-gallifrey who tf are you

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[gatlinnterrasen]

What is known can swiftly become something unknown. Through the right changes.

[ciapropaganda]

I control the changes here, Gatlin, not you.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You? You alone? How... imbalanced... Is this even about the CIA anymore? Or your own inadequacies? Your need to be better than me?

One of us is putting more desperate effort into this exchange than the other.

And I'm back at my TARDIS enjoying a drink, in truth.

[ciapropaganda]

This is about the fact that I AM better than you. You can't even follow the rules. One look at your daughters tells me you never could.

[ciapropaganda]

This one's not our fault, I promise. You're looking for the *other* CIA.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[gatlinnterrasen]

What is known can swiftly become something unknown. Through the right changes.

[ciapropaganda]

I control the changes here, Gatlin, not you.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[gatlinnterrasen]

As the humans say, whatever helps you sleep at night...

[ciapropaganda]

I control so much of the future, Gatlin - this isn't a hope, it's something I *know*.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I said I didn't mean a higher ranking agent.

Is the predator the species of the prey? Of course I'm not "one of you", of course I'm "different".

In case you hadn't noticed, that's JUST the way I like it.

And if you think I'm "out of control", then that just means one thing.

The predator is in control.

[ciapropaganda]

You will NEVER take the CIA.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?

[gatlinnterrasen]

The agency needs a superior.

And I don't mean a higher ranking agent.

[ciapropaganda]

*Scoffs* you? You left! You aren't one of us anymore! You're... Out of control. Too different.

[ciapropaganda]

Emergency alert: There has been an outbreak of infestations or weevils and weevil-mutants on colony Qualac-four. All residents have been evacuated; DO NOT TRAVEL.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh good. That sounds like fun.

[ciapropaganda]

Gatlin, do not travel doesn't just apply to law-abiding citizens. It's serious danger!

[gatlinnterrasen]

You forget who you are speaking to. We'll be just fine.

[ciapropaganda]

This isn't just about your safety; we don't want you setting a bad example, or getting in the way of people trying do their jobs and make that area safe.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Too late. Already there.

If anything, the people trying to do their jobs won't be as good as us.

[ciapropaganda]

... Oh no. *Rushes to call in reinforcements*

[gatlinnterrasen]

What's wrong? Thought you'd enjoy a little competency for once.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, the CIA are plenty competent!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Evidence and experience suggests otherwise.

[ciapropaganda]

Well, as the foremost authority on the CIA in this conversation, I beg to differ.

My people are the mostly highly trained experienced agents to ever cross Gallifrey's land.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Then beg.

And frankly, I have my doubts as to how good your agents actually are.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? And, why is that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Because they aren't as good as I used to be.

[ciapropaganda]

If you were so good, then, why did you leave?

[gatlinnterrasen]

An opportunity presented itself. An opportunity that... forced its hand. A... Division, some might say.

[ciapropaganda]

*Jill stills* a... Division... What could they possibly have offered you that we couldn't?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Oh, you know...

What do they call it... ah, yes...

Spoilers. Shh.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* I should have known... Gatlin, you are aware that I am in charge of an arm of the most influential intelligence agency still active in the universe, right?

[gatlinnterrasen]

I know you're in charge of an arm of an intelligence agency still active in the universe.

One that has never really proven like a problem when it tries to be an obstacle to me.

[ciapropaganda]

We are an excellent obstacle to renegades and their nefarious activities!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Based on all available evidence, I would very much doubt this.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey now, we've succeeded on keeping the renegade problem under wraps, haven't we? We aren't overrun or anything.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Right, right...

Which is why a large portion of the galaxy's species' view and knowledge of Time Lords has been predominantly through the actions and words of such renegades? Bar, of course, the race's greatest enemies.

[ciapropaganda]

Hey, that just goes to show what a brilliant job we've been doing keeping our existence a secret, and how much of a threat renegades are to this secret!!

[gatlinnterrasen]

All you've really been doing is showing the universe that renegades are allowed to go around unhindered, clearing out Weevil infestations on far-flung colonies for example.

[ciapropaganda]

*sighs* you can't go to Qualac-four, I won't allow it. It's too dangerous!

[gatlinnterrasen]

Have you checked your sources lately? It's over. The Weevils are all dead. You're welcome.

I could also suggest some lovely recipes for all the bodies, if you like.

[ciapropaganda]

Wait - *checks with the agents down below*

I told you not to do that! Do you how much danger you were putting yourself in? Who said we were going to kill those weevils, anyway? That's murder, Gatlin.

[gatlinnterrasen]

You must've updated your protocols since I was working.

Way I see it, the colony is safe again. The issue is resolved. I know my capabilities and what needs done. And we did it.

I know what murder is. I've done it before. Haven't you?

[ciapropaganda]

A *renegade* did it. A renegade who isn't authorised to kill, or to make those kinds of decisions. We'd have to bring you in, but...

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. A renegade. Not authorised. Not restricted. Not held back.

And don't leave a sentence half-finished like that. What were you going to say? Go on.

[ciapropaganda]

... But, it'll require a lot of paperwork. Time. Personnel.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Paperwork you can do at any moment. We are Gallifreyan, time means little to us.

And any personnel you send to apprehend me will be sent back to you in small, non-regenerating pieces.

So feel free to leave us be, if you know what's good for you.

[ciapropaganda]

But it's still paperwork I'll have to do! And - you can't threaten me like that, Gatlin. It's not a good idea.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I'll show you what's "not a good idea" if you don't back off. We both know how that ends.

It's an easy and harmless decision. Just leave well enough alone.

[ciapropaganda]

YOU leave well enough alone, and let the professionals handle these kinds of situations.

[gatlinnterrasen]

I was doing both of those things.

We are the professionals in that kind of situation. You forget that my work often involves pest control. To a certain extent.

[ciapropaganda]

No, Gatlin - *we* are the professionals. *You* do not have that privilege anymore - you are a renegade. You are one of the pests.

[gatlinnterrasen]

And yet, the pests did YOUR job quicker, cleaner, and more efficient than your own people could.

Professionalism isn't a title, it's not bought or given. It's earned.

And I've worked my way up to earn the right to be seen as professional. Far more than any of your agents, clearly.

[jillthecia-agent]

Don't forget where you came from - you were one of us, once. You did earn the right to be called a professional. And then, you lost it.

Was it worth it?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Correct. One of you, once. Not anymore. I might not be a professional agent, but I'm certainly a professional mercenary.

Becoming a renegade granted me new opportunities, I am my own superior, I have family, I have freedom.

Yes. It was worth it.

[ciapropaganda]

But you are an exile, an outcast... How can anything be worth that?

[gatlinnterrasen]

Better to be outcast and standing than subservient and kneeling.

[ciapropaganda]

I am subservient to no one. I stand tall - taller than you, with an entire organisation at my back.

[gatlinnterrasen]

Subservient to no-one except your work, hmm? And how are the High Council these days?

And the organisation you have at your disposal is still, somehow, collectively less effective than me and my daughters.

[ciapropaganda]

I do not need to communicate with the high council; they do not control me.

[gatlinnterrasen]

They don't?

However, you do have a superior. That much is the way of reality. There is always a superior.

Then again, perhaps that's why we've met.

[ciapropaganda]

Oh? Why do you think we met?