Post by Oldmankrondas on Jun 20, 2011 11:01:05 GMT
Sarah couldn't help but be drawn towards the Doctor, the TARDIS and the golden light but suddenly she stopped. The Doctor's eyes widened, he stepped forward outstretching his hand. 'Come along Sarah!' he boomed impatiently.
'No, something's not right.' She looked at both the Doctor and the TARDIS, the blue box crackled with golden energy and on a closer inspection she could see that the writing was faded somewhat. As for the Doctor, his brown curls were occasionally flashing silver and his brown coat was showing occasional hints of crushed blue velvet. 'You're not the Doctor...the Doctor was the man I met this afternoon outside the theatre. The man who was shot down in front of me earlier. You're some sort of projection.'
The Doctor flashed her that boggle eyed, wide toothy grin, before his brown curls turned silver and his coat and long scarf were replaced by a crushed blue velvet jacket and ruff. 'Perhaps this one would be more to your taste?'
Sarah edged backwards, looking around for any sort of weapon to fend off the advancing projected Doctor who was now making to grab her. 'Come along Sarah Jane, into the TARDIS!' He finally caught her arm and dragged her forward, Sarah struggled to break free as she was dragged towards where the TARDIS had once stood, now replaced by a field of brilliant golden light.
'...each of us has a particular set of skills that we can employ in fulfilling the projects we're given. For example my psychic abilities make me perfect to lead this project.'
The Doctor arched an eyebrow, leaning forward. 'And what exactly is this project?'
Klarvell smiled, shaking his head. 'Oh no Doctor, we're not going to give away that information. Not yet anyway, perhaps once you've heard our offer and decided to join us.'
The Doctor glanced over to the reptilian creature in the suit who was hunched over the computer monitor. On it, he was certain he could see his third incarnation dragging Sarah towards something he couldn't quite make out. 'And you really think threatening a friend of mine is the way to gain my assistance? I thought you said you had psychic abilities.' He fixed Klarvell with a cold determined stare. 'Go on Klarvell take a look inside my mind and see just where that'll get you....'
Klarvell's confidence finally dipped, he shot to his feet, turning to the creature operating the monitor. 'Shut it down! Miss Smith is not to be harmed.' He turned back to the Doctor, smiling apologetically. 'I apologise Doctor, we should have taken these things into account. We're very keen to have a Timelord amongst our number, this is all about making you feel like a valued member of our team.'
'And do you tie up all your valued members?'
Klarvell smiled, pressing a button underneath his desk, which released the Doctor from his bindings. 'There you are Doctor, now we've dealt with your needs, I'd like to turn your attention to the role we feel you can play in our company. Taking this section of the presentation will be my colleague Kreavy.'
A broad shouldered, leathery skinned creature the Doctor recognised as an Margatian stood up and nodded to him. 'The work we do is extremely unpleasant, a lot of it involves actions that are tantamount to genocide. As you can imagine this gives us some public relations nightmares, with a Timelord on board we would be able to go right back to when a planet was just starting out and destroy it before the first life would crawl out of the primordial ooze. Noone would ever miss the planet as it would never have existed.'
'I'd know!' the Doctor slammed a fist down on the table. 'You Margatians really aren't very clever are you? No wonder all your clients turned to the Ogrons, then the Judoon for their mercenary work. You'd have to be really stupid if you honestly believe I would help you do that.'
'Doctor, often these planets are responsible for some truly despicable characters. Removing those planets would make the universe a much better place.'
'A long time ago, I was given the chance to erase the Daleks from existence. And I didn't do it, the Daleks!' the Doctor got up to leave. 'Well gentlemen, I've considered your offers and as a business model it's unethical, immoral, and despicable. I'm out.' As he made to leave the conference room he heard several guns being loaded and pointed in his general direction.
Klarvell was standing now, pointing the gun at the Doctors chest. 'The last shot just shut down your body long enough for us to bring you here. The next one will shut it down for good.'
The Doctor raised his hands and returned to his chair. 'Fair enough gentlemen, I'll consider your offer if you tell me what it is you're doing here on Earth.'
Sarah sat on the floor of her cell rubbing her arm, the projection of the Doctor, and the energy field of golden light had both gone and she was alone again, thinking it all over. She thought of Mrs Richmond and the missing Mrs Templeton and it all started to make sense, they had seen projections of their dearly departed and Sarah was starting to think Mrs Templeton hadn't run off with Andre Bolam. Rather, that she had stepped into that light and was never seen again. What on Earth was on the other side of that golden light?
'When we did our market research, we realised that the human race spends a vast amount of money on psychic mediums who claim to be able to talk to the dead. It's been going on for centuries now and we rather felt it was the perfect way in.' Klarvell began, he was trying to read the Doctors reactions but the Timelord had closed his mind to him. This was an exceptional risk he was taking, inform the Doctor of his whole plan and he would most likely destroy them. Was it worth returning their clients money for the increased business they would do when the universe discovered the Future Solutions Consultants had access to time travel? But he was sure the Doctor would not work with them, therefore they may as well give the Timelord his last wish and inform him of their plan before killing him, as cliched as that sounded. After finishing the project they'd take his TARDIS back with them. He looked at his colleagues who were all looking at him now in agreement. He smiled before continuing; 'We found a failed medium by the name of Andre Bolam, I believe you've already visited him. We discovered some latent psychic ability within him that I taught him to control before amplifying it giving him the ability to project solid images of peoples thoughts. It got him a huge amount of publicity which leads us to tomorrows event, he will send out a huge group projection which will reach the people in the park and those watching on television at home. He will reunite the world with its lost loved ones.'
'And then what?' the Doctor asked, knowing full well there was a lot more to this.
Klarvell grinned that shark like grin again and shook his head. 'That's all you need to know for now Doctor; that Mr Andre Bolam is the real deal and he will follow through on his promise tomorrow: The entire human race will be reunited with their dead.'
'No, something's not right.' She looked at both the Doctor and the TARDIS, the blue box crackled with golden energy and on a closer inspection she could see that the writing was faded somewhat. As for the Doctor, his brown curls were occasionally flashing silver and his brown coat was showing occasional hints of crushed blue velvet. 'You're not the Doctor...the Doctor was the man I met this afternoon outside the theatre. The man who was shot down in front of me earlier. You're some sort of projection.'
The Doctor flashed her that boggle eyed, wide toothy grin, before his brown curls turned silver and his coat and long scarf were replaced by a crushed blue velvet jacket and ruff. 'Perhaps this one would be more to your taste?'
Sarah edged backwards, looking around for any sort of weapon to fend off the advancing projected Doctor who was now making to grab her. 'Come along Sarah Jane, into the TARDIS!' He finally caught her arm and dragged her forward, Sarah struggled to break free as she was dragged towards where the TARDIS had once stood, now replaced by a field of brilliant golden light.
*
'...each of us has a particular set of skills that we can employ in fulfilling the projects we're given. For example my psychic abilities make me perfect to lead this project.'
The Doctor arched an eyebrow, leaning forward. 'And what exactly is this project?'
Klarvell smiled, shaking his head. 'Oh no Doctor, we're not going to give away that information. Not yet anyway, perhaps once you've heard our offer and decided to join us.'
The Doctor glanced over to the reptilian creature in the suit who was hunched over the computer monitor. On it, he was certain he could see his third incarnation dragging Sarah towards something he couldn't quite make out. 'And you really think threatening a friend of mine is the way to gain my assistance? I thought you said you had psychic abilities.' He fixed Klarvell with a cold determined stare. 'Go on Klarvell take a look inside my mind and see just where that'll get you....'
Klarvell's confidence finally dipped, he shot to his feet, turning to the creature operating the monitor. 'Shut it down! Miss Smith is not to be harmed.' He turned back to the Doctor, smiling apologetically. 'I apologise Doctor, we should have taken these things into account. We're very keen to have a Timelord amongst our number, this is all about making you feel like a valued member of our team.'
'And do you tie up all your valued members?'
Klarvell smiled, pressing a button underneath his desk, which released the Doctor from his bindings. 'There you are Doctor, now we've dealt with your needs, I'd like to turn your attention to the role we feel you can play in our company. Taking this section of the presentation will be my colleague Kreavy.'
A broad shouldered, leathery skinned creature the Doctor recognised as an Margatian stood up and nodded to him. 'The work we do is extremely unpleasant, a lot of it involves actions that are tantamount to genocide. As you can imagine this gives us some public relations nightmares, with a Timelord on board we would be able to go right back to when a planet was just starting out and destroy it before the first life would crawl out of the primordial ooze. Noone would ever miss the planet as it would never have existed.'
'I'd know!' the Doctor slammed a fist down on the table. 'You Margatians really aren't very clever are you? No wonder all your clients turned to the Ogrons, then the Judoon for their mercenary work. You'd have to be really stupid if you honestly believe I would help you do that.'
'Doctor, often these planets are responsible for some truly despicable characters. Removing those planets would make the universe a much better place.'
'A long time ago, I was given the chance to erase the Daleks from existence. And I didn't do it, the Daleks!' the Doctor got up to leave. 'Well gentlemen, I've considered your offers and as a business model it's unethical, immoral, and despicable. I'm out.' As he made to leave the conference room he heard several guns being loaded and pointed in his general direction.
Klarvell was standing now, pointing the gun at the Doctors chest. 'The last shot just shut down your body long enough for us to bring you here. The next one will shut it down for good.'
The Doctor raised his hands and returned to his chair. 'Fair enough gentlemen, I'll consider your offer if you tell me what it is you're doing here on Earth.'
*
Sarah sat on the floor of her cell rubbing her arm, the projection of the Doctor, and the energy field of golden light had both gone and she was alone again, thinking it all over. She thought of Mrs Richmond and the missing Mrs Templeton and it all started to make sense, they had seen projections of their dearly departed and Sarah was starting to think Mrs Templeton hadn't run off with Andre Bolam. Rather, that she had stepped into that light and was never seen again. What on Earth was on the other side of that golden light?
*
'When we did our market research, we realised that the human race spends a vast amount of money on psychic mediums who claim to be able to talk to the dead. It's been going on for centuries now and we rather felt it was the perfect way in.' Klarvell began, he was trying to read the Doctors reactions but the Timelord had closed his mind to him. This was an exceptional risk he was taking, inform the Doctor of his whole plan and he would most likely destroy them. Was it worth returning their clients money for the increased business they would do when the universe discovered the Future Solutions Consultants had access to time travel? But he was sure the Doctor would not work with them, therefore they may as well give the Timelord his last wish and inform him of their plan before killing him, as cliched as that sounded. After finishing the project they'd take his TARDIS back with them. He looked at his colleagues who were all looking at him now in agreement. He smiled before continuing; 'We found a failed medium by the name of Andre Bolam, I believe you've already visited him. We discovered some latent psychic ability within him that I taught him to control before amplifying it giving him the ability to project solid images of peoples thoughts. It got him a huge amount of publicity which leads us to tomorrows event, he will send out a huge group projection which will reach the people in the park and those watching on television at home. He will reunite the world with its lost loved ones.'
'And then what?' the Doctor asked, knowing full well there was a lot more to this.
Klarvell grinned that shark like grin again and shook his head. 'That's all you need to know for now Doctor; that Mr Andre Bolam is the real deal and he will follow through on his promise tomorrow: The entire human race will be reunited with their dead.'
