History
The Hand of Omega was removed from Gallifrey by the First Doctor prior to his self-imposed exile before the events of the first Doctor Who episode. He then hid it in a funeral parlour in London in 1963, as seen in the 1988 serial Remembrance of the Daleks.
The Hand resided in a casket that made it resemble a coffin. The casket had a dull, bronze appearance to it, but what material it was actually made from is unknown. Seemingly possessed of some basic intelligence, the Hand had the ability to levitate and follow simple orders. It was also able, on the Doctor's orders, to suffuse a baseball bat with energy, which the Doctor's companion Ace then used briefly as a weapon.
In Remembrance, the Seventh Doctor returned to 1963, apparently to move the Hand to another hiding place. In truth, he was laying a trap for the Daleks and their creator, Davros. Davros had hoped to use the Hand to transform the sun of the Dalek homeworld Skaro into a power source for time travel. However, the Doctor had altered the Hand's programming so that instead of enhancing Skaro's sun, the Hand turned it supernova, obliterating Skaro and, presumably, the Daleks themselves. The Hand of Omega returned to Gallifrey afterward.
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