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The thing about TARDISes is that they have minds of their own. They’re sentient; they have personalities, convictions…sass. No one ever seems to realize it though. All anyone ever chooses to see is a vehicle for ‘Time and Relative Dimensions in Space’.
Ever since Greysoc was loomed, they knew that there was something special about TARDISes. From the original Type 1 built by the Scientific Elders, to the Type 40’s ability to keep other 40’s and earlier models from dematerializing, to all the amazing advancements of the later models.
Working as a TARDIS repair technician was essentially being a TARDIS doctor. You had to know all the basic biology of the TARDIS and all the abnormalities found in different models. You had to be familiar with the Chameleon Circuit, Time Path Detector, Time Column (or if you prefer, Time Rotor), and so on that made up all the inner workings, along with all the specific upgrades that were unique to each model.
There is a uniqueness to each TARDIS just as every being is unique in their own way. One TARDIS may prefer that the technician do repair work to a Secondary Control Room before repairing the Primary one. Another may be skittish and want their pilot to be present the entire time a technician is working. A Type 38 may shock you every time you make a wrong move when working with the innards. A Type 53 may not open its doors no matter how much you try to unlock it by touching the damn key to its exterior sensor plate, and when it does finally decide to fucking cooperate, you had to get through the tiniest main door of any TARDIS ever.
It may not be a glamorous life like being a member of the High Council, but Greysoc had wanted to work with TARDISes since the moment they first set their eyes on one. Luckily, as a member of House Dvora, personal interests were always encouraged. As a proclaimed Newblood House, Dvora wasn’t as traditional and set in their ways as the Oldblood Houses like Lungbarrow were.
So, despite not having a high position like being President unlike fellow members of House Dvora (notably the War King, the Imperator, and Romana who all had impressive runs of being in charge), Greysoc’s passion had never been ignored. Older members of the House often passed Greysoc the manuals to their own TARDISes if they had one, and Ushas and Koschei had let them experiment with fixing the two Time Lord’s own TARDISes even though Greysoc was a good bit younger than the two and not related. It was an odd friendship by Gallifreyan standards.
After the Academy, Greysoc followed their passion for TARDISes and got their dream job. Everything was wonderful for a good long stretch. Of course, things had changed. Koschei was pretty much going out of his way to try and become public enemy number one, with Ushas aiming for number two. The havoc those two brought wherever they went was astonishing.
Greysoc was lucky they hadn’t been in their year at the Academy. Therefore, despite Greysoc’s academic success, they weren’t a member of the Deca. The extremist progressive-group had gotten a lot of unwanted attention from the government despite being comprised of ten Academy students. The High Council didn’t take well to any threat against their power and the group should’ve known better than to blatantly go against them. Greysoc was just lucky they hadn’t been affiliated with Koschei or Ushas in any official or traceable capacity. Their TARDISes’ repairs were done in random fields on Gallifrey after either of the two had kidnapped their favorite little technician, not that Greysoc was complaining.
None of the Dvora members were going to snitch on the trio’s friendship, either. Dvora’s don’t snitch. Greysoc didn’t even know if anyone knew that they knew the two (excluding possible fellow House members). The Celestial Intervention Agency would have probably come to question them if the CIA knew of Greysoc’s friendship with the two Time Lords.
Nevertheless, Greysoc managed to stay out of trouble and live a fulfilling life and work on their beloved TARDISes as a repair technician.