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"Oh this thing," Waylon gestured to the traveling museam truck he had behind him, or the decoy one rather, "Its my Tardis. Stands for..I don't really remember right now, but I can travel though space and time with it."

Ooo! Wait. What'dya mean space and time? Only way to travel through time is minute by minute and second by second...just like everyone else!

"Well it means I can travel to other alien planets or go forward or backwards in time. The universe is a lot more populated than you think it is, if you want I can show you. It'll be a bit easier to do that."

Backwards? You must think I'm backwards to believe any such thing. How you gonna show me something like that?

"Well just step on in, make yourself comfortable and I'll show you," Waylon said, opening the door into the truck and walking inside.

Rosco glared at him suspiciously, but climbed into the truck.

"You try anything funny and I'll ticket you six ways from Sunday!"

The Tardis turned on as Waylon walked in further, revealing the console in the middle. He walked up to the console before turning around to face Rosco with an reassuring tone, "Relax you think I'll do anything funny?"

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"Well, you hang out with them Duke boys, don't ya? Goodness only knows what you picked up from them!"

Rosco paused and looked around. His eyes widened.

"How'd you fit all this into a truck?"

"Time Lord tech," He paused for a second before continuing, "Oh yeah listen I should mention something right now. I'm one of those aliens from outer space, a Time Lord from a planet called Gallifrey. Waylon Jennings is only an alias I use."

Rosco's hand crept to his gun.

"Wh-what'd you do with the real Waylon Jennings?"

He wasn't quite ready to deal with the other man's claim of being an alien.

"Nothing! Just...just listen to me here Rosco, I'm not looking to cause any trouble. I am also the real Waylon Jennings as in that was me pretending to be a human and I just ended up becoming a country singer. I wanted to be on the downlow, My title is The Balladeer, but you can use Waylon, I don't really care," He explained, turning a few location related dials absentedmindedly.

"If you can travel through all time and space, why play at being human? Why'd you come here? You say "downlow." I think you mean being on the run!"

Rosco couldn't help feeling suspicious. This was weird even for Hazzard! Sure, he liked Waylon's music, but that didn't mean Rosco was going to let him get away with an invasion or anything. Who knew how an alien defined trouble?

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Waylon looked back at Rosco, "Because your kind didn't really know the existence of aliens when I landed here back in the 50s. You really think that'll end well for someone like me? And if I wanted to invade your planet I would've done it years ago. That's what I meant by downlow...well that and I didn't want any enemies of my kind coming here looking to...exterminate me. I do understand why you are suspicious but the truth is I was really protecting Hazzard County."

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"Oh yeah? What about that stuff in Roswell? That happened in the 40s! So you are on the run! Who's out to get ya? Are they a danger? You might remember that protecting Hazzard is my job!"

Waylon let out a bit of a sigh, he was expecting Rosco to act like this, but he also knew that deep down Rosco was smart enough to understand this, even if it takes a while, "The Roswell stuff was by a group of grey aliens called the Nedenah, now as far as I can tell I'm not grey. Second....well I'm not gonna lie to you Rosco they're called the Daleks, and they are dangerous to not just your kind or mind but the universe. You can't stop them with a gun....would be easy if you could admittedly, but they have alien tech" He paused for a few seconds before going on, "They were the reason I escape my homeplanet. I'm just glad they don't seem to realize I'm still around."

"Well, you look human, but that could be a trick of some kind," Rosco pointed out. "Well, of course they got alien tech! They're aliens and they ain't likely to get here without their own ships and all. Why do these Daleks want you dead?"

"I can assure you it's no trick. In fact your kind looks like us, we just have different system going on inside of us such as having two hearts instead of one. They hate everyone that's not them, their creatures full of hate. Also I'm 900 years old...give or take. Time Lords can live a long time."

"Why are they full of hate? Ain't they got anything better to do?" Rosoc asked peevishly. "Well apparently. Guess I oughta just call you Yoda! How'd you end up on Earth? There's gotta be more advanced places in the universe."

Waylon gave him a look, "Hell if I know. They are just so determined to take over the universe that they would stop at nothing to do so. It's in their DNA to hate, in their DNA to destroy every species out there until there's nothing but Daleks. You're right they're are, or I could've just gone into the future where your kind finally discover space beyond just the moon and colonize other planets. But I just came here at this one point of time," Waylon explained shrugging, "How did I end up on earth? Well my kind and the Daleks were in a deadly war called the Time War and I stole a Tardis just like how the First Doctor stole his and...here I am."

Waylon finished before remembering the comment about his name, "Sure Yoda is fine, if you allow me to call you Purvis from now on," He quips lightly.

"The first doctor? Look are you gonna be able to help, if these Daleks show up? We don't have defenses for stuff like that! You bring them here and Earth might be in a heap of trouble!"

He wrinkled his nose.

"No you can't call me that! Judas priest, it's bad enough having that as a middle name."

"Do you think I would bring here intentionally?! You're acting like I have a screw loose Rosco, I wouldn't. I care about Hazzard County and by extension Earth enough to not pull y'all in danger. And of course I would protect you guys, Hazzard County and well USA in general needs someone to protect them from aliens while the First is off protecting England. I would need help though." He friendly smiles.

Waylon by now was leaning on the console, "Alright, fair enough. Don't call me Yoda and I won't call you Purvis."

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This here? [Janie steps in front of the car she's taking apart] Nothing. Nothing at all.

It ain't nothing. Whose car is that? Lemme see your license and registration!

"Oh calm yerself. I didn't say nothing about you doing it on purpose I'm glad you care so much, but you're just one fella. What if they show up with an army? The first what? Wanting to help and being able ain't the same thing. I can't imagine anyone on Earth could do much."

"The First Doctor, his first incarnation at least....admittedly I don't know if he regenerated or not yet. Oh right I forgot to mention that...we Time Lords can do something call regeneration, if we get seriously hurt then we can do that to get ourself a new body and look, my first one I was ginger. This is my second one," Waylon said before pausing for a couple of minutes then signing in concede, "You're right, you can't do much on your own but together we can sure as hell we can come up with something."