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Disclaimer = The Doctor & his companions are the property of the BBC, all other characters in here are works of fiction and any similarity to persons living or dead is purely accidental. |
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Mission 2 the moon by Sarah |
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Kenkal Mission Control on Craydor-San Prime a planet in the Zenzak System
The control room was a hive of activity. Technicians bustled about, passing memos and typing furiously on their consoles. Commander Grevlanrich could hardly hear himself think over the din of excited chatter, which filled the room. He leaned over the shoulder of Chief Technician Acacia Lenk his huge form casting her in shadow as he squinted at the screen. He needed glasses, but was too proud to wear them while his peers were watching. Instead he leaned even closer to the screen so as to read the information displayed. “Are you sure of your facts Lenk,” he grumbled, “This is a very important and expensive mission. I can’t have anything go wrong this time.” “I sure, sir. All the computers read ready for launch,” she replied. “Glad to hear it. But we must always double check. Computers can be wrong. You may start launch procedure.” “Affirmative, sir.” She pulled the microphone attached to her headset down so it was level with her mouth and pressed the green button, which would start the launch procedure. “Attention. Attention launch procedure has been initiated. Please make your way to your assigned positions.” Grevlanrich stood in front of the screen showing the launch pad, his hands behind his back and head up. He was cautiously optimistic. Last cycle’s attempt had been a disaster. Sabotage by a dissenting faction had resulted in the destruction of an expensive ship and the death of Craydor-San’s best astronauts. This time they wouldn’t find it so easy. Security had been stepped up two hundred percent and everyone involved in the project had been security checked, even the cleaners and caterers. It was the Commander’s last chance to get the colonising project off the ground before he was forced to retire. At the moment only a small group of scientists lived in the Craydor-San Luna complex, but soon they would extend the research facility to encompass enough room for a small colony to live and work. He glanced at the clock showing the countdown, only a minute now before lift off and hopefully success. Everyone
was tense. They were more nervous about this launch that they were the
first time. They were all afraid that history would repeat itself. “30 seconds till lift off,” said Chief Technician Lenk, her voice ringing out around the base. She tapped the console nervously. The seconds ticked away slowly as if trying to prolong the anticipation. “20 seconds till lift off-,” She checked the readings again. All systems were still fine. “10 Seconds, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…we have lift off.” *** The
surface of Craydor-San’s moon was a desolate landscape. It’s surface
swept by unpredictable winds. The ground seemed to be made up of a pink
and blue marble-like substance veined with black, certainly an attack on
the senses for anyone who saw the world in colour. But the Craydorlites
only ever saw in black, white, and shades of grey. They had no idea that
they dressed in garish colours or that their planet was a wealth of
colours and shades. Near
one of the mountain ranges sat a complex of shell like buildings attached
to one another by corridors both above and below ground. Several towers
looking very similar to lighthouses sported observation galleries. In one
of those galleries stood Professor Jelcad Rendeg. He stared out of the
window at the Luna landscape. He had been part of the original team and so
had been living in the complex for ten cycles, but the selenologist was
still enchanted by this new world. He had jumped at the chance to visit
the place he had studied from afar for so long, but things weren’t as he
expected the thin atmosphere restricted the scientist’s range of
exploration, as they could not stray too far from the base because of the
limitation of oxygen supply. Jelcad longed to see what lay on the other
side of the moon. Suddenly
he spotted something, a movement behind one of the rocky outcrops, a
fleeting shadow. He called one of his colleagues. “Fradi!
Fradi, come quick!” The
young biologist ran up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. When
she reached the top she quickly asked, “What is it Jelcad? What’s
wrong?” “I
saw something. A movement, over there,” he pointed in the direction. She
peered out the window, but could see nothing but rock and dust. Dr
Fradi Hendo was one of the few of her species who could see colour and
thus had an advantage over her friend in some respects. “There
is nothing there,” she replied, folding her arms. “But
I was so sure,” he wined, disappointed. “It’s
just your imagination. Everyone knows there is nothing on this planet but
us.” “It
was there. Why don’t you believe me?” “Oh
I believe you saw something, but it wasn’t a little man from the
moon,” Fradi smiled. She put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “You
should get some rest.” “I
know but I just can’t sleep, not after what happened to Kelsan.” “You
are quite safe, we all are. The oxygen pipe getting blocked was just an
accident. Kelsan was just unfortunate that it was his room that was cut
off.” “But-,” “Jelcad,
you will not suffocate in your sleep,” she said firmly. “Now go on.
Get some rest. Doctors orders.” “Yes,
sir,” replied Jelcad, raising his eyebrows and giving a mock salute. He
turned on his heels and headed down the spiral staircase. *** Meanwhile
the shuttle ‘Benefit II’ that carried the desperately needed
supplies and equipment progressed unrelentingly towards its destination. “Sevret,
what’s our E.T.A.?” Asked
Captain Yandil, as he sat in his captain’s chair. “We
should make land fall in two hours,” replied the first officer. “Two
hours…two hours till we actually get a chance to see that famous
satellite which orbits our planet up close. A momentous occasion is it
not?” Yandil waved his hand expressively, “That is not a rhetorical
question crew.” “Aye
sir,” replied the three other crewmembers. “Do
you think they will let us go for a walk round when we get there, sir?”
asked the navigation officer Asdel. “You’ll
have to ask the chief scientist about that,” he replied. “But I have
heard there’s not much to see.” *** “Seems
like everything has worked this time,” said Chief Technician Lenk to her
colleague. “But
everything could still go wrong. How long till touchdown?” “They
should be on the surface in half an hours time.” Lenk
glanced over at where Commander Grevlanrich stood his eyes fixed intently
on the screen, plotting the space shuttles course. Failure was not an
option. He was facing the prospect ‘retirement’ after last cycle’s
disaster. His notoriety as a hero of the war with Gengal, would not keep
him his position. The tide was turning, soon they would appoint a civilian
to direct Craydor-San’s space program. Lenk
had heard rumours that maybe she was in the running, having been part of
the program from the start she hoped this was true. She smiled. If
everything went as she planned it might just go her way. *** Dr
Nilor waited a safe distance away. Watching the shuttle land. The jet’s
it used to slow its descent sending up billowing clouds of dust. Nilor
smiled underneath the oxygen mask covering his face. He disliked having to
wear the cumbersome apparatus, but without it he would suffocate in a
matter of minutes. A situation the crotchety old scientist did not want to
be in, no matter how much he complained to his colleagues about the
restrictions they faced. He
waited until everything was settled and the doors of the capsule had
opened before approaching. Nilor could see the outlines of the four
crewmembers silhouetted against the interior light. He waved one gloved
hand to attract their attention. He, like the rest of the resident
scientists was glad of new company. Spending such a long time with the
same six people could be a trial. One
of the astronauts approached the scientist, a pistol slung from his belt.
He indicated which frequency to turn the comms system to. Nilor quickly
adjusted his receiver; almost at once he picked up the crews chatter. “Ah,
there you are,” said Nilor with a sigh. “You
must be from the complex. Dr Nilor I presume,” replied the astronaut. “Yes.
I am in charge. I am afraid I’m not familiar with your names. You now
how temperamental the communications system is here. My Geologist tells me
its something to do with the rock.” “I
will have to ask him about that.” “Not
likely,” whispered Nilor under his breath. Their resident geologist, Kelsan
had died over a week ago in a tragic accident, and was now sitting in one
of the freezer compartments, but Dr Nilor wasn’t about to volunteer the
information to his new guests. “I
am Captain Yandil. This is my crew,” he indicated each of the three as
he introduced them. “Sevret my first officer, Asdel navigator, and the
quiet fellow is Denvor, ace pilot.” Nilor
greeted each of them with a friendly nod. “Do
you have the supplies?” asked the scientist expectantly. “Of
course. Mission control sends
its apologies for the delay,” replied Yandil. “If
you will follow me, I will take you to the research complex. Are you going
to bring the supplies with you now or shall I arrange the use of one of
the buggies to collect the stuff?” “I
and my crew will deal with the transport, but we would like to have a
break before we begin unloading.” “Why
certainly. You have come a long way,” said Dr Nilor leading them across
the rugged landscape towards the complex, hidden behind the crest. *** Lilne
crept slowly toward the garage. In her hand she wielded a large, heavy
spanner the first thing to hand in the chaos that was her workshop. Her
job as technician had expanded to become a general caretaker being called
to any problem big or small that the others couldn’t fix. It had been on
one of her usual spot checks that she heard a strange noise coming from
the garage area. At first Lilne had dismissed the wheezing, grating noise
as her imagination, a side effect of the stress they had all been under,
but her curiosity had got the better of her. She decided to investigate.
If anything were wrong the other scientists, especially the grumpy old Dr
Nilor would blame her, like they always did. As a Gengal citizen she was
always held with suspicion, old prejudices ran deep. Lilne
reached out with one hand and pulled the leaver, which released the heavy
metal door. There was a hiss as the lock unsealed. She kicked the door
open with her foot, it swung back impacting against the wall with a clang.
She cringed. If something nasty was hiding in there it now knew she was
coming. The garage was dark, unusual, as the lights should have come on
automatically. She cursed under her breath whatever bright spark designed
the complex. The manual light switch was over the other side of the room.
Lilne stepped further into the garage, her footsteps echoing all around
her. She jumped. There was a sound from the far side of the room like a
door being opened. She lost her nerve and pelted towards where she knew
the light switch to be. When she reached the opposite wall she felt along
the smooth metal fumbling to find the switch, sure now that there was
someone or something inside the garage with her…voices. She could feel
her heart pounding. Finally she felt the plastic switch under her
fingertips and she quickly switched it to on, hoping the light would
banish what monster lay in wait. *** Dr
Nilor and the astronauts passed through the final airlock. The grumbling
scientist ripped of his breathing apparatus and flung it down with
contempt. The crew of the ‘Benefit II’ discarded their
equipment in a much more orderly fashion. “I
am sorry the rest of my team are not here to greet you, but there is work
to be done,” explained Nilor, running his thin fingers through his grey
hair. “I-,” “No
need to apologise Doctor. We all know how valuable your work here is,”
replied Captain Yandil. Suddenly
an alarm went off. Its piercing wail resonating in the ears of everyone. “What’s
that?” exclaimed Sevret, resting his hand on his gun holster prepared
for trouble. “Intruder
alarm. Someone must have pressed the panic button,” replied Nilor. He
hoped it wasn’t one of Jelcad’s hoaxes. He could do without the
scientist’s paranoid delusions. “Well lead on. We had better deal with this intruder,” said Yandil. *** Lilne had been surprised when she saw that her 'monster' was in fact two people standing in front of a large cuboid, the words 'Police Call Box' written on it. The man was dressed casually and wearing a battered leather jacket. His hair was an outdated cropped style. The girl had light hair and was a little younger than Lilne; she wore a tracksuit, which was definitely from another era.
Lilne just stood stock still with the spanner held, poised to strike, and a scared look on her face. "It's
alright," said the girl. Her accent strange. "We arn't gonna
hurt you." “Who-,”
Lilne managed to stammer out, “Who are you?” She
heard the girl whisper to the stranger, “She sounds foreign.” “I’m
The Doctor,” said the man pointing to himself, “and this is my
travelling companion Rose.” “I’m
Lilne. You are not supposed to be here,” she stated, brandishing the
spanner. “Let
me guess. Restricted area? Top-secret research facility?” replied the
one who called himself the Doctor. “Now if you would just calm down we
can discuss everything nicely.” “Not
likely,” she glanced over to the large round button set into the wall.
“I’ll let the others deal with you.”
Lilne
hit the button. A wailing siren burst into life. *** Jelcad
lay on the couch looking up at the ceiling. He was tired but his mind was
so busy. With the thoughts of death and the glimpses he had seen of the
aliens, he could not fall asleep. He wished he could at least convince
someone that his theory was correct. Why didn’t anyone else see what he
did? His eyelids felt so heavy if he just closed them for a few minutes he
would be able to cope for a little longer. When
he woke up there was a wailing siren. Jelcad looked at the clock set into
the wall. Only an hour had passed. What could have gone wrong? Maybe
someone had spotted his alien. The thought of him missing this momentous
occasion made him leap to his feet. He reached out to pull the door open
but it wouldn’t budge. He jiggled the handle around then pulled at it
again but it didn’t move. The door was jammed. He banged on the door
with his fist and shouted through the metal plated door hoping to attract
someone’s attention. Jelcad ripped a lamp from its socket and pounded at
the door with its metal stand, afraid of being entombed forever. **** Minutes
later the crew of the ‘Benefit II’ came bursting into the
garage area brandishing their guns, ready to repel a full scale attack. Dr
Nilor, out of breath followed them in having fallen behind in the mad dash
to get to the southern part of the complex. He lent against the open door
one hand on his chest as he tried to collect himself. Captain Yandil on
the other hand seemed disappointed there wasn’t something hostile he
could shoot. “What’s
the matter?” he asked. “Who
are you?” replied Lilne, sceptically. “Captain
Yandil of the shuttle ‘Benefit II’ ma’am.” “Well
I'm sure this is all very interesting to you,” interrupted the Doctor,
“but would you mind not waving those guns about. If you miss your
gonna’ blow a hole through the metal plating and I for one don’t wish
to suffocate, thank you.” “And
who are you,” exclaimed Dr Nilor, his voice wobbly. “I'm
the Doctor and this is Rose.” “Another
scientist? How on Craydor did you get here?” “In
my ship,” replied The Doctor patting the large box he stood in front of,
a grin on his face. “I was just passing through. Put the co-ordinates in
backwards by mistake.” “I
don’t know what your playing at but we don’t take kindly to intruders
here,” snapped Nilor. “Captain take these two into custody
immediately.” *** Fradi
was on her way to investigate the source of the alarm. She feared it was
one of Jelcad’s hoaxes. Ten cycles confined to a small area of this
barren desert of a planetary satellite, lack of sleep and his wife’s
death had pushed him over the edge. Mrs Rendeg had been on the first
shuttle, which had exploded, killing all its passengers. Talk of sabotage
had put the alien idea into his head. He was sighting ‘aliens’
more and more frequently. He was becoming a safety risk and Fradi was
afraid that he would do something drastic next. She wasn’t a
psychologist, and was just guessing that what she was doing was the right
thing, not making it worse. As
Fradi passed the door to the lounge area she heard frantic banging.
Someone was pounding at the metal door. She knocked back. “Hello?” She
heard a muffled reply. “Who’s
there?” A
scuffling sound and a faint voice. Fradi
pulled down the leaver, which unsealed the door. She slowly pulled it
open. “Its
only me,” she called out nervously. Suddenly
the door was wrenched open, out of her hands. Holding the door open was
Jelcad. His hair was a mess, his clothes rumpled and he had a manic look
in his eye. “Professor
Rendeg,” she let out a sigh of relief, “It’s you. I thought…I
thought-,” “The
aliens,” he exclaimed. “What?” “The
aliens. They locked me in here.” He looked around him his eyes searching
the room. “You, you believe me don’t you?” “The
door was still sealed. No one locked you in, you just forgot to pull the
leaver.” “There
everywhere. Hiding. Waiting till you fall asleep then they pounce.” “Come
on, Jelcad,” she put a reassuring hand on his arm, “Sit down and tell
me calmly what happened. Did you set off the alarm?” “Alarm?
What alarm,” he asked suddenly looking up at the ceiling. “The
vents!” “Excuse
me?” “Can’t
you hear them in the vents?” “No.
No I can’t… Now, why don’t you come with me? I’ll give you
something to help you sleep,” she suggested, gently. *** The
thick metal door slammed shut. Dr Nilor pulled the leaver, which resealed
the storage room. It was the best they could come up with for a makeshift
holding area. The designer of the research complex had not banked on
having to deal with intruders on a lifeless piece of rock. “Captain
Yandil would you and your crew mind acting as prison guards. My team has
work to be done and no weapons,” asked Dr Nilor, pleased to offload a
‘security issue’ onto someone else for a change. Such problems were
not covered in his brief. “Of
course Dr.” “Will
we need to interrogate the prisoners, sir?” asked Sevret. “Certainly.” “I
would like to volunteer for the task, sir,” replied the first officer,
eager to please his superior. “I
think it would be best if I interviewed the intruders,” said Yandil. *** In
his lab Dr Drendash checked the store cupboard. The chemist was
obsessively organised, every jar and bottle labelled and accounted for. He
was especially vigilant when it came to the dangerous chemicals. Not only
did he know everything that should and shouldn’t be there by heart but
also he kept a ledger just in case his memory failed him. Today he was
doing his regular stock take when he noticed several of his most volatile
chemicals were missing. He pushed his glasses back up his nose, then moved
some of the bottles around hoping that he had only misplaced the
combustible substances in the wrong position, but to his dismay this was
not the case. They were missing. Drendash checked his list. He was not
mistaken someone had taken, the chemicals. He ran his fingers down the
storage cupboard door, checking the lock. He couldn’t see any sign of
the door being forced. It must have been someone with a key, but only he
and Dr Nilor had a key. What would the physicist want with those
chemicals? He must ask him what he meant to do, and remind the head
scientist that he must ask before taking his property. *** Inside
the storage room the Doctor was already at work trying to figure out how
to get out of their predicament. He removed the sonic screwdriver from his
jacket pocket. “What
are you doing,” asked Rose, examining the room. There
was a faint whirr and the lid of one of the boxes that were piled up in
the small room clicked open. “Obtaining
information,” replied the Doctor. Rose
walked over to him. He was rummaging in the box. He picked out a foil
wrapped slab of something with Bad Wolf Brand Food printed on the
front and held it in the air. “Look.
Space food. Care for a Sunday roast?” he asked, with a grin. “I’ll
pass thank you. Shouldn’t we be trying to escape?” “Patience,
Rose, patience.” She
rolled her eyes. “I can’t believe it. You’re actually enjoying
yourself.” “No
I'm not,” he smiled. “But I do like a challenge.” There
was a hiss as the door was unsealed. The Doctor quickly slipped the
screwdriver into his pocket. *** “Dr
Nilor! Wait,” yelled Drendash, after the fleeting figure of his superior
rushed down the corridor past the chemist. “Nilor! I want a word with
you!” Drendash
jogged down the corridor after him, but when he turned the corner the
corridor was empty. He scratched his head. Where could Nilor have got to?
The scientist was an old man, he couldn’t have moved that fast.
Drendash noticed the door to the basement had been left ajar. Maybe
that’s where Nilor had got to? He stepped through the door the staircase
was dark. Unusual, he thought the lights were supposed to be automatic. He
made a note to tell Technician Lilne to have them fixed. He felt along the
wall, but there was no manual switch. He peered into the darkness from the
light of the open door way. He was sure he saw movement. Drendash took the
first step cautiously keeping his hand on the rail. He was halfway down
the stairway when he heard a noise. “Hello!
Is there anyone there?” He listened intently for a reply. “Dr Nilor is
that you?” A
shuffle of footsteps. “Who
is that?” asked Drendash, “Stop messing about.” A
figure appeared in front of him. Drendash could just about make out the
features. “Oh
it’s you,” he yelped, unnerved, “What are you doing here? I thought
you were-,” His
sentence was cut of as something heavy impacted with his skull. He tumbled
down the stairs, landing at the bottom with a heavy thunk. *** “Im
tellin’ ya,” replied the Doctor, “I am not a stowaway. Why would I
hide in your ship? I’ve never even been to your planet before.” “So
you are saying,” answered Captain Yandil, scratching his head in
bemusement. “That you and your … assistant aren’t from
Craydor and you’re not from the moon, which means-,” “Yes,
which means,” the Doctor said encouragingly. “That
you’re lying through your teeth,” blurted out First officer Sevret. “Sevret,”
snapped Yandil. “You are not helping.” “I'm
sorry, sir. But-,” “But
nothing. Go and find something useful to do.” “Aye,
sir,” replied Sevret reluctantly. Leaving the room with a smart salute. “He’s
eager,” offered the Doctor, leaning back in the chair he sat on, his
arms crossed. “Yes,”
replied Yandil, stretching out the word yes. “Back to business. So if
you’re not from around these parts where do you hail from?” The
Doctor glanced at Rose she glanced back at him then looked up at the
captain. “Earth.
I come from Earth,” said Rose. “You probably wouldn’t have heard of
it. It’s a long way away.” Captain
Yandil burst out laughing. “Oh I’ve heard of it. An amusing jest but
come now tell me the truth.” The
Doctor smiled a smile of someone who knew what was going on. “What’s
so funny,” demanded Rose. Frowning. Yandil
stopped laughing. “You’re serious, then.” “Of
course I'm serious.” “Earth
is a myth. Our planet’s the ancient writings say that we travelled from
it to Craydor-San,” explained the captain. The
Doctor lent over and whispered in Rose’s ear, “Here Earth is a legend
in the same way you think of Atlantis.” She
nodded slowly, her head felt slightly muddled. Her breaths were becoming
short. “Now
we’ve got that settled. Where are you really from and what are
you doing here?” “Doctor,”
exclaimed Rose, resting her hand on her chest, “There’s something
wrong… I…can’t… breathe.” *** First
officer Sevret stomped angrily down the corridor. He was loyal to the
Captain but he hated Yandil’s soft touch when it came to prisoners. The
first officer was of the lower classes on Craydor and so it had taken
years to work his way up the promotional ladder whereas his superior was a
gentleman, a noble placed in his lofty position by favours. Sevret longed
for his promotion, and a chance to show his loyalty and devotion to the
cause. Lost in his own thoughts he did not notice Lilne coming in the
opposite direction. She was carrying a box full of tools and her face was
streaked with grease. They collided with each other sending the tools
flying. “Watch
where you’re going!” exclaimed Sevret. “Why
don’t you watch where you’re going,” retorted Lilne. “You
cumbersome oaf!” “Don’t
take that tone with me Technician. I’ll report you to your superior.” “I-,”
Lilne paused for a moment. There
was a hollow ‘clunk’ sound that echoed round the base and the gentle
hum, which had been so familiar stopped. “What
was that?” asked Sevret. The
technician walked over to one of the air vents. She held her hand up to
the grating. She couldn’t feel a breeze not even a faint wisp of oxygen
flowing through. “The
air re-circulator has broken again,” she explained, gathering up her
tools. “I’ll have to go and fix it.” “Are
we going to suffocate?” “Not
if you help me,” Lilne replied, with a sigh. “Come on.” “Where
are we going,” demanded Sevret. “To
the basement. Where else?” *** As
Fradi led Jelcad down the corridor she began to feel breathless, her head
was getting muggy her movements more laboured. She turned to her companion
he was also struggling. “What’s
happening,” she asked. “The
air it’s been cut off…just like Kelsan. I won’t let them win,” he
exclaimed, turning left as they came to the junction. “Where
are you going,” asked Fradi. “To
the air lock.” “Why?” “The
oxygen masks are kept there. We can use what oxygen is left in them,”
explained Jelcad, in a fit of lucidness. “We can take the spare tanks to
the others.” The
others. Fradi in her
panic had forgotten about them. “We
had better hurry before we all suffocate.” *** “Someone’s
turned the yarvin oxygen off! The vents aren’t pumping fresh air
through the base,” exclaimed Captain Yandil, his face going puce out of
rage. “I thought that technician was supposed to keep the pumps
maintained.” “Look
I’m a…engineer,” the Doctor added under his breath, “of sorts.” “And?” “And
if you give me a chance I can fix the problem with the oxygen supply.” “Quick…Doctor,”
gasped Rose. “So?”
he said holding his arms out wide in a gesture of honesty. “Alright,”
replied Yandil, “But give me your parole. Promise me you won’t try to
escape.” “You
have my parole,” said the Doctor, shaking the captains hand. But behind
his back he crossed his fingers. “Scouts honour.” “Doctor,”
reiterated Rose. “Ok!” “Let’s
Go.” *** Lilne
was surprised when she found the door to the basement open. She could have
sworn she had sealed it when she left and she was the only person who
would have a reason for visiting the deep mechanical heart of the base. “Hold
this,” she said dumping her toolbox in Sevret’s arms. “What
do you think I am your slave,” he exclaimed. “No.
But you’re here to help, so shut up and quit complaining,” she barked
back at him. Lilne
pushed the door open wide. The light from the doorway hardly gave any
illumination. She grabbed her torch from the toolbox and switched it on.
Its pencil thin beam was not exactly the best thing for this situation she
usually used it for lighting up small spaces inside machinery but it was
better than no light at all. She stepped forward, instinctively reaching
for the cold metal handrail that bordered the concrete steps. “Stay
there,” she said to Sevret, “I’ll get the lights working then you
can come down.” The
first officer mumbled something offensive in reply, Lilne didn’t quite
catch all of it and was glad she hadn’t. She
swept the beam across in front of her holding the torch at waist height.
She had got only a quarter of the way down the steps when she felt
something under her foot. It made a crunching sound like glass breaking.
She lifted her foot off the object and looked down, pointing the torch
down at it. Lilne realised what it was a pair of glasses. It had been the
lenses, which had made the sound. She bent down and picked them up holding
them nearer the light. She recognised them they were Dr Drendash’s
glasses. What were they doing down here? She thought to herself.
Lilne directed the torch beam to the steps in front of her there was some
dark liquid that stained the next few steps. She bent down to examine the
stain. It was…blood. “Officer
Sevret,” she called up the stairs. “Yes,”
he replied. “I
think you had better come down here, leave the toolbox where it is,” she
said nervously. Something was wrong very wrong. Sevret
was soon by her side. She pointed at the step with the blood holding the
torch so it illuminated the scene. “Someone’s
been hurt. Look,” she opened her hand to show him the glasses. “Glasses.
Who’s are they?” “Dr
Drendash’s. He’s our chemist,” she added in explanation. The
first officer took the glasses from her and placed them in his pocket. “Evidence,”
he said. “Let’s see where the blood leads to.” They
both continued down the steps till they came to an end in the basement. “I’ll
turn the light on,” suggested Lilne, taking a step forward. Suddenly
she felt flat on her face. Something had tripped her over, something that
wasn’t usually there. She swung the torch round to see what it was. Lilne
screamed. *** They
had made it. Jelcad and Fradi reached the storage area for the breathing
apparatus. Jelcad ran forward quickly unsealing the door to the
compartment. “Hurry,”
he said handing Fradi a mask and oxygen tank, “Put that on.” She
took the mask and switched open the valve. Soon she was breathing fresh
air again. Jelcad
put his own mask on then reached over and switched her microphone on
making sure their radio was on the same frequency. “Thanks,”
said Fradi. “We had better carry some of these to the others-,” “Wait,”
he said, “Look.” “Look
at what? We don’t have time for your games-,” “No.
This is no game. One of the suits is missing.” “What?
Are you sure you haven’t counted wrong.” “I'm
certain. Check for yourself.” She
did. There was indeed one suit missing. “Maybe
someone else had the same idea as us. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter
anyway. We had better hurry up or there will be no one left on this
base.” *** Captain
Yandil and the Doctor hurried down the corridor. The Doctor carried Rose
in his arms. He had put her into a deep sleep to extend her life and the
oxygen supply. She had protested at first but he had persuaded her that it
was for the best. They reached the door to the basement the door was wide
open. The Doctor put his companion down gently leaning her against the
corridor wall. “She’ll
be alright for now,” he said to the Captain. “Whatever
you say Doctor,” replied Yandil. His voice was beginning to rasp as he
forced himself to breath the stale air. “Looks like someone’s already
come to fix the problem though.” He
pointed at the toolbox left carelessly at the top of the stairs. “Well
I'm sure they would appreciate some help-,” began the Doctor. Suddenly
there was an ear-piercing scream. “What
was that,” exclaimed Captain Yandil. “Trouble.
Come on. Follow me. It came from the basement.” *** “What
is it,” yelled Sevret, “What’s the matter?” Lilne
pointed at the twisted body of Dr Drendash. The scientist was lying
prostrate on the floor blood caked in his hair and a look of pure terror
on his face. “H-he’s
dead,” she whimpered. “It’s so horrible.” She
began to sob. The
first officer was not one to give way to emotions, but he suddenly felt
sympathy for the girl. He put a reassuring arm round her shoulders. Sevret
suddenly heard voices at the top of the stairs. Someone was heading
towards them. “Where’s
the switch,” he asked. Lilne
swung the beam over to the wall on her right. He could see the switch and
quickly turned the light on. Now he could see it was the Captain and one
of the intruders approaching. Sevret quickly removed his arm from the
technician’s shoulders embarrassed. “Sir!”
He gave a salute. “What
is this?” asked Captain Yandil on seeing his officer standing over the
body. “The
late Dr Drendash, sir. We think he must have fallen.” “Do
you have any evidence?” asked the Doctor. Yandil
frowned at the Timelord. “Yes.
What evidence do you have that he fell?” “According
to Technician Lilne he wore glasses,” the first officer took the smashed
pair from his pocket, showing them to his superior. “I believe he must
have dropped his glasses missed his footing and fell, sir.” The
Doctor stepped forward and knelt beside the body. “What
would he be doing down here?” asked Yandil. “Captain-,” “What?” “It
wasn’t the fall which killed him. Look at this.” The Doctor rubber his
fingers together, he smelt the substance. “A lubricant of some kind, oil
maybe.” “Oil?” “Probably
came off the weapon that was used by his assailant. A heavy blunt
object.” “What
like that?” asked Sevret, pointing to the heavy metal pipe that lay
discarded in the corner. “Fantastic.
Exactly like that.” “Hey,”
exclaimed Lilne. “That’s part of the pump system. It’s been ripped
straight off the tank.” “The
oxygen. I had forgot about that,” said the Doctor, frowning. “How come
we can breathe ok down here?” “I
have an idea.” Lilne broke away from the group. She walked past the
clunking machinery up to the oxygen purification tanks. “Come and see
this,” she yelled. “The oxygen’s been leaking out into the
atmosphere instead of being pumped round the base.” “The
pipe. It’s been ripped clean from the tank,” exclaimed the Doctor.
“It must of taken extreme strength to-,” “Can
you fix it?” asked Yandil, interrupting. “I
don’t know, I really don’t know.” *** Asdel
stood by the door to the communications room, her slight form hardly
casting a shadow. She opened her mouth to cry out, but her voice failed
her all that came out was a whimper. She edged her way back out into the
corridor but it was too late he had noticed her presence. The man turned
from where he had been stood over Dr Nilor. The old scientist was now
slumped against the trashed communications console. Asdel put her hand out
to the doorframe to steady herself. “Why?”
she asked. “I
must carry out my master’s orders for the good of the Craydorite
people,” replied the man. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was
clammy. “Nilor had lived out his usefulness anyway.” “W-w-who
are you?” “I'm
Kelsan, my dear. Don’t you know I'm supposed to be dead?” She
shook her head. “I
wasn’t really. Just put myself into cryogenic stasis for a while.
I'm…very clever you know,” he said, gloating. “Please…”
Asdel reached for her holster, and removed the pistol aiming it at Kelsan.
“Please stay where you are. Put your hands in the air where I can see
them.” “You
are resourceful aren’t you?” “I'm
not afraid to shoot.” “People
who say that always don’t shoot,” he replied raising his hands
slowly. “You don’t have the guts.” “Believe
me I will. This is what I am trained to do.” Suddenly
Kelsan let out a low moan and clutched his stomach. “What’s
wrong,” asked Asdel, taking her finger off the trigger for a moment,
“Are you alright?” Suddenly
he lunged forward, knocking the pistol from her hand. It went skidding
across the floor. Kelsan grabbed her by the throat she tried to struggle
but he had a grip of iron. Her vision soon began to fade as his grip
tightened cutting off her air supply. Suddenly she heard voices, a scream
and felt his grip relax. He let go she dropped to the floor. Fradi
and Jelcad were checking each room because they had no idea where everyone
was and the comms system seemed to have gone down for some reason.
Suddenly they heard the familiar hum of the air circulator start up again.
Fradi pulled off her oxygen mask and her companion did the same. “Well
somebody’s fixed the problem,” she said. “No need to lug these
oxygen tanks along.” “A
shame. That was one of my cleverer ideas as well,” replied Jelcad,
smiling. Fradi
patted him on the back. “There’s
still the mystery of the communication blackout and the missing suit to
solve though…and don’t say its aliens.” Jelcad
frowned. “What’s
the matter,” she asked. “Voices,”
he replied. “Don’t
tell me your hearing things again.” “No.
I mean there’s voices coming from the comms room.” Jelcad
strode forward down the corridor towards the room. Fradi trailed behind
him. *** “As
someone once said, never say never,” enthused the Doctor. A broad grin
on his face. “If
someone had told me you could fix a broken pipe with a screwdriver I
wouldn’t have believed them but now-,” replied Lilne. “But
I think that’s the least of our worries now,” said Captain Yandil.
“There’s a murderer on the loose.” “Rose!”
the Doctor yelped. “I hope she’s alright. I had better wake her.” He
charged of back through the basement and up the stairs then skidded round
the doorway only to find his companion gone. “Rose!
Rose where are you?” he called out, but there was no reply. The
rest of the group emerged from the basement. “Where
do you think your going,” asked Yandil. “To
find Rose. She’s under my protection I can’t have her wandering about
with a murderer running free.” “It
all a trick so they can escape,” blurted Sevret. “No
it isn’t,” snapped the Doctor. “We’ve got to find her.” *** Jelcad
launched himself at Kelsan taking him by surprise. The geologist let go of
Asdel and twisted round to try and shake off Jelcad who held him in a
headlock with an iron grip. Kelsan elbowed his fellow combatant in the
stomach causing Jelcad to let go, but he was soon recovered and returned
with a punch to Kelsan’s jaw. With a roar Kelsan grabbed Jelcad by the
throat and lifted him into the air. “No!”
screamed Fradi. She noticed the pistol lying discarded on the floor. She
picked it up. “Let him go!” “Never!”
came the growled reply. Fradi
levelled the gun at Kelsan’s chest. “Then
I have no choice,” she said her voice wobbly. She
fired. *** “What
was that?” asked Lilne. “It
sounded like a gunshot,” replied Captain Yandil. “It
was a gunshot,” said The Doctor, running off down the corridor towards
where the noise had come from, while muttering under his breath ‘please
don’t let it be her’ They
arrived at the comms room in time to see Kelsan collapse to the floor
clutching his chest. Fradi dropped the gun, sobbing she ran to Jelcad’s
side. She cradled his head in her arms tears running down her face.
Feeling for a pulse she was relived to find one and let out a sigh of
relief. In that moment she realised she cared deeply for Jelcad, she
perhaps loved him. The
Doctor only took a moment to take the whole tableau in. Asdel
was beginning to come round Sevret and Lilne went over to help her. “What
happened? What happened here,” asked Yandil, in a state of shock. “Kelsan.
It was Kelsan he killed Doctor Nilor,” said Asdel, pointing at the body. “We
found Kelsan trying to kill her so Jelcad…” she let out a sob, “So
he tried to stop him. But I'm so sorry. I had to shoot, I had to or Kelsan
would have killed him.” The
Doctor walked over to Fradi and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. “You
had no choice,” he said his voice sad and wistful, “Sometimes there is
no other way.” Fradi
notice his face crease up as if he was about to cry, but he resisted it
and instead turned to the watching group. “I’ve
still got to find Rose.” He
disappeared out the door. “Should
I go after him, sir?” asked Sevret. “No.
Let him go. We have more important things to deal with here,” replied
Yandil, solemnly. “Where’s
Denvor?” asked Asdel, seeing that the pilot wasn’t there. “I-,
well-, actually I have no idea. I thought he was with you?” “But,
sir. I thought he was with you.” Lilne
went over to what was left of the console; luckily only the comms system
was damaged the rest was fine. She checked the sensors. “According
to the computer his life signs were detected heading towards the ‘Benefit
II’ right before the oxygen cut out but-, that’s impossible.” “What’s
impossible?” asked Yandil. “There
was a large energy surge with well, impossible readings. After that he is
no longer detectable. He never made it to the ship.” During
this exchange Jelcad had woken up. “Aliens.
It was the aliens,” he whispered. *** “Rose!”
cried the Doctor as he opened the door to the garage area. “I’m
over here Doctor,” she replied. He
walked over to where she was standing by the TARDIS. The Doctor clicked
his fingers and Rose blinked. “W-what?
What’s going on? Why am I here?” she asked puzzled. “Trance.
You sleep walked,” he explained, “and talked.” “Ok…so
what did I miss?” “They
let us go free. That’s what you missed. Let’s leave before we have to
answer any more questions,” said the Doctor unlocking the TARDIS. “But
I thought you said-,” “In!” Rose
decided that she aught to do as the Doctor said. He seemed very eager to
leave. “I
didn’t even get to say goodbye,” she said leaning against the console. “It’s
all right they won’t think any less of you for it,” replied the Doctor
as he set the co-ordinate’s. “Off we go again.” The
TARDIS dematerialise to the usual fanfare while the inhabitants of the
Luna complex were left to comprehend all that had happened. The
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