Post by Oldmankrondas on Feb 17, 2011 15:16:00 GMT
'Excellent, the humans are retreating.' stated the Cyberleader from the command deck. 'What is the location of the Doctor?'
'The Doctor has been detained by our ground troops on the Royal Mile.'
'Excellent. Nothing stands in the way of our plans.'
The Doctor sat, reins in hand, the horses twitchy and uneasy as a large group of Cybermen surrounded the carriage. From his position he could see the length of the Mile which was clear of Cybermen, if he could just get through this blockade...
'The Doctor will surrender.' announced the Cybermen in unison.
'Surrender? I thought you lot would know me a bit better than that by now!' he scoffed, eyes darting around for something to disperse the crowd. He got to his feet, beige raincoat flapping in the cool early morning breeze, felt something heavy in his pocket, something he'd forgotten to take out back at the Castle. He slid a hand into his pocket and rested it on the heavy object, a velvet bag, he beamed widely. The breeze was picking up nicely now, if he chose his moment correctly. Loosening the rope that sealed the bag he tossed it skyward, the bag revolving in the air as it opened and puffed gold dust into the air, floating down into the chest vents of the surrounding Cybermen. The Doctor resumed his place in the driving seat and pulled hard on the reins, sending the horses crashing through the few remaining weakened Cybermen who stood in their way. The carriage rattled on down the Royal Mile, towards the Tron Kirk and temporary safety.
Fairfax couldn't eat his breakfast, his mind was far too occupied with events at the Castle and his forthcoming meeting with the King. He got up from the table, slid the breakfast plate of kippers aside and decided to go over his notes one more time before his driver arrived to take him to the Castle.
The Doctor was a few hundred yards away from Holyrood Palace, but instead of carrying on down the Mile, he took a right and set off towards Surgeons Square.
Crowley looked at his pocket watch, five o'clock. As expected, Fairfax's rather unsettling cab driver was pulling up outside the house, the horses looking as healthy as ever, the sickly crouched figure in the black shawl perched on the top of the carriage. Crowley nodded at the gentleman but, as usual, he did not respond, as sickly and unsettling and damnably rude as ever.
Crowley pulled the curtain shut again and pulled the rope by the doorframe, sending a ringing sound echoing through the house. Fairfax emerged from his lecture theatre with his papers in one hand and putting his top hat on with the other, his cane hooked over his right arm as he did so. 'Your driver is here Sir.'
'Why thank you Crowley. I'm not sure when I shall be back, but ensure the cook knows I will expect a celebratory meal!' Fairfax informed his butler with a broad, triumphant grin. 'For today Crowley, I change the world!'
Crowley nodded to Fairfax as he opened the door for the Professor and watched him walk down the front steps, pull open the door of the carriage and step inside. Crowley couldn't help but think that if this all went well for his employer, the man would become even more insufferable than ever.
Fairfax entered the carriage to see three figures in black shawls already sitting there, his props to demonstrate his work. He banged his cane on the roof of the carriage and it set off on its short journey to Holyrood Palace, Fairfax produced his papers again and began looking through them, it was then he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. Looking up from his notes he saw that one of the figures in the black shawls was not one of his belljar cadavers, but a young man with short, slightly curly black hair, with a square jaw and a look in his eyes that suggested centuries of things seen. 'You don't mind if I read those after you do you? It's just I finished my Metro at the last stop....'
'Who on Earth are you?' spluttered Fairfax.
The man leant forward and outstretched a hand, Fairfax took it, warily, and shook it. 'I'm the Doctor.' He removed his shawl to reveal a long beige coat with a three piece tweed suit underneath. 'And you must be Joseph Fairfax, the man who handed my friend over to the Cybermen.'
Fairfax looked into the Doctors eyes and did not like what he saw, he began to shake a little bit, nervous, threatened. 'Now really old boy, she was trespassing on my property...'
'She's a nightmare for that, I blame myself really, I'm a bad influence...but why not call the police?' the Doctor was leaning forward now. 'But that's not why I'm sitting here with you. I'm sitting with you now to talk yourself out of a very historic mistake. I know you think that this is some great breakthrough Professor but it will enslave the entire human race and doom them to extinction.'
Fairfax snorted in derision. 'I'm to take your word for that am I? Take the word of a mere doctor?'
'Now Professor Fairfax, I'm really trying to be pleasant here, cordial, convincing. So please don't make the mistake people like you always seem to make...'
Fairfax raised his eyebrows. 'And what mistake is that?'
The Doctor flashed Fairfax that terrifying look again, the look of a man constantly seeing into eternity. 'They underestimate me.'
Fairfax shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and decided to try and explain himself to this man. 'You sir, are a human being no?'
'No.' the Doctor replied. 'But do please continue...'
Fairfax arched an eyebrow and tried to make himself comfortable, failed. 'Well the human body is frail, prone to sickness and untimely death. I have watched too many of my friends pass away much too soon....too many of my family....' he trailed off, a lump in his throat.
The Doctor softened now, leaning forward and placing a hand on Fairfax's. 'I know Professor and it's tragic and it's heartbreaking but you have to believe me that the work people are doing in this country at this time is so important. So very very important, it's because of this work that future generations will live longer, happier, healthier lives. But if your work was to continue, all of that would be for nothing because the human race would cease to exist.'
Fairfax shook his head, refusing to listen to any more, he banged his cane on the roof of the carriage and it slowed to a halt. 'I have had quite enough of this Doctor, I should have known better than to expect support from my peers.' Fairfax opened the door, the Doctor could see the impressive sight of the Salisbury Crags overlooking the city. 'I'd like you to leave now.'
The Doctor shook his head. 'I'm not leaving until you see sense Professor....'
Fairfax shook his head, then pressed his thumb on the the top of his cane. The two shawled figures sparked to life, the shawls moving to reveal two decaying human faces inside bell jars. They lurched forward, arms outstretched. The carriage began moving again and it occured to the Doctor that he was about to be thrown rather violently from a moving vehicle.
'The Doctor has been detained by our ground troops on the Royal Mile.'
'Excellent. Nothing stands in the way of our plans.'
*
The Doctor sat, reins in hand, the horses twitchy and uneasy as a large group of Cybermen surrounded the carriage. From his position he could see the length of the Mile which was clear of Cybermen, if he could just get through this blockade...
'The Doctor will surrender.' announced the Cybermen in unison.
'Surrender? I thought you lot would know me a bit better than that by now!' he scoffed, eyes darting around for something to disperse the crowd. He got to his feet, beige raincoat flapping in the cool early morning breeze, felt something heavy in his pocket, something he'd forgotten to take out back at the Castle. He slid a hand into his pocket and rested it on the heavy object, a velvet bag, he beamed widely. The breeze was picking up nicely now, if he chose his moment correctly. Loosening the rope that sealed the bag he tossed it skyward, the bag revolving in the air as it opened and puffed gold dust into the air, floating down into the chest vents of the surrounding Cybermen. The Doctor resumed his place in the driving seat and pulled hard on the reins, sending the horses crashing through the few remaining weakened Cybermen who stood in their way. The carriage rattled on down the Royal Mile, towards the Tron Kirk and temporary safety.
*
Fairfax couldn't eat his breakfast, his mind was far too occupied with events at the Castle and his forthcoming meeting with the King. He got up from the table, slid the breakfast plate of kippers aside and decided to go over his notes one more time before his driver arrived to take him to the Castle.
*
The Doctor was a few hundred yards away from Holyrood Palace, but instead of carrying on down the Mile, he took a right and set off towards Surgeons Square.
*
Crowley looked at his pocket watch, five o'clock. As expected, Fairfax's rather unsettling cab driver was pulling up outside the house, the horses looking as healthy as ever, the sickly crouched figure in the black shawl perched on the top of the carriage. Crowley nodded at the gentleman but, as usual, he did not respond, as sickly and unsettling and damnably rude as ever.
Crowley pulled the curtain shut again and pulled the rope by the doorframe, sending a ringing sound echoing through the house. Fairfax emerged from his lecture theatre with his papers in one hand and putting his top hat on with the other, his cane hooked over his right arm as he did so. 'Your driver is here Sir.'
'Why thank you Crowley. I'm not sure when I shall be back, but ensure the cook knows I will expect a celebratory meal!' Fairfax informed his butler with a broad, triumphant grin. 'For today Crowley, I change the world!'
Crowley nodded to Fairfax as he opened the door for the Professor and watched him walk down the front steps, pull open the door of the carriage and step inside. Crowley couldn't help but think that if this all went well for his employer, the man would become even more insufferable than ever.
*
Fairfax entered the carriage to see three figures in black shawls already sitting there, his props to demonstrate his work. He banged his cane on the roof of the carriage and it set off on its short journey to Holyrood Palace, Fairfax produced his papers again and began looking through them, it was then he had the strangest feeling that he was being watched. Looking up from his notes he saw that one of the figures in the black shawls was not one of his belljar cadavers, but a young man with short, slightly curly black hair, with a square jaw and a look in his eyes that suggested centuries of things seen. 'You don't mind if I read those after you do you? It's just I finished my Metro at the last stop....'
'Who on Earth are you?' spluttered Fairfax.
The man leant forward and outstretched a hand, Fairfax took it, warily, and shook it. 'I'm the Doctor.' He removed his shawl to reveal a long beige coat with a three piece tweed suit underneath. 'And you must be Joseph Fairfax, the man who handed my friend over to the Cybermen.'
Fairfax looked into the Doctors eyes and did not like what he saw, he began to shake a little bit, nervous, threatened. 'Now really old boy, she was trespassing on my property...'
'She's a nightmare for that, I blame myself really, I'm a bad influence...but why not call the police?' the Doctor was leaning forward now. 'But that's not why I'm sitting here with you. I'm sitting with you now to talk yourself out of a very historic mistake. I know you think that this is some great breakthrough Professor but it will enslave the entire human race and doom them to extinction.'
Fairfax snorted in derision. 'I'm to take your word for that am I? Take the word of a mere doctor?'
'Now Professor Fairfax, I'm really trying to be pleasant here, cordial, convincing. So please don't make the mistake people like you always seem to make...'
Fairfax raised his eyebrows. 'And what mistake is that?'
The Doctor flashed Fairfax that terrifying look again, the look of a man constantly seeing into eternity. 'They underestimate me.'
Fairfax shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and decided to try and explain himself to this man. 'You sir, are a human being no?'
'No.' the Doctor replied. 'But do please continue...'
Fairfax arched an eyebrow and tried to make himself comfortable, failed. 'Well the human body is frail, prone to sickness and untimely death. I have watched too many of my friends pass away much too soon....too many of my family....' he trailed off, a lump in his throat.
The Doctor softened now, leaning forward and placing a hand on Fairfax's. 'I know Professor and it's tragic and it's heartbreaking but you have to believe me that the work people are doing in this country at this time is so important. So very very important, it's because of this work that future generations will live longer, happier, healthier lives. But if your work was to continue, all of that would be for nothing because the human race would cease to exist.'
Fairfax shook his head, refusing to listen to any more, he banged his cane on the roof of the carriage and it slowed to a halt. 'I have had quite enough of this Doctor, I should have known better than to expect support from my peers.' Fairfax opened the door, the Doctor could see the impressive sight of the Salisbury Crags overlooking the city. 'I'd like you to leave now.'
The Doctor shook his head. 'I'm not leaving until you see sense Professor....'
Fairfax shook his head, then pressed his thumb on the the top of his cane. The two shawled figures sparked to life, the shawls moving to reveal two decaying human faces inside bell jars. They lurched forward, arms outstretched. The carriage began moving again and it occured to the Doctor that he was about to be thrown rather violently from a moving vehicle.
;D
