For all who have emailed me wondering when I would post again and why it has taken so long, here is the answer. Character created in Poser 7, Scene model and rendering done in Carrara 5 Pro. No postwork. This monster took me three weeks of tweaking to get my brain dead computer to render an acceptable image while balancing memory use versus detail.It then took another 10 days to get a final render with the correct lighting and no memory allocation errors. Ejoy. Rich (Sparrownightmare) The Thirteenth Doctor The Doctor realized that his time was short. He was on his last regeneration and his injuries; he knew, were fatal. He remembered an old legend, a legend of an incredibly advanced race. This race inhabited a region of space an unimagineable distance from his home galaxy. "Desperate time require desperate measures"; he thought to himself. The TARDIS was old and the damage it had taken in his last ditch effort to finally destroy the evil Dalek race, was probably as fatal to the TARDIS as his wounds would soon be to himself. He worked quickly, knowing he did not have much time, and soon he had removed every safeguard the TARDIS had to prevent a power overload like the one he was intentionally setting up. As he felt the greyness of oblivion setting over him, he threw the last switch and screamed as every part of his body felt as if it were being torn apart, and he was finally granted the mercy of unconciousness. Time had stopped for the doctor. He seemed to fade in and out of semi-conciousness. He heard voices. The voices were asking him questions. "Do you want to live?" they asked. "YES!" he replied "Are you willing to risk the consequenses?" "YES!" he screamed as loud as he could. Darkness enshrouded him finally and the pain ended. The hundreds of years of his life seemed to lift its heavy load from his weary body. When his mind began to register warmth and a sweet smell in the air, he was surprised. A scent not unlike cinamon drifted into him. Slowly he began to see again. At first it was only a shapeless light spot, but it quickly began to resolve itself into more distinct shapes and he realized he was looking out a large window. As the last blurriness left, he looked out the window at the incredible city which appeared beyond. Great spires and domes, miles high, with flying craft of all sizes and descriptions flitting about in the warm afternoon sun. "Welcome" back said a rather soft voice. "You will be alright. Your machine is being repaired, although rebuilt from the ground up would be more accurate. Using the best of our technology." "Where am I?" "On Relannae, the capital of the Imperial Dominion. You barely made it." "I feel odd... Can I have a mirror?" The voice sighed; "Alright, but keep in mind, you agreed to deal with the consequences of what we had to do to save you. We had to completely re-initialize your DNA, just like at the moment you were conceived. Everything went well, but there was a minor change in one chromosone..." The doctor took the mirror which appeared and looked. Staring back at him was a very beautiful red head who was athletically built and definitely female... "You can leave when they clear your machine, and show you how to operate the new systems and equipment." The moral of this story is be sure you know what you are getting into, before you get into it.