Post by Fitz Kreiner on Dec 6, 2005 10:35:12 GMT
The Trembling suddenly gave way to a violent lurch that sent the two Timelords stumbling. The TARDIS lighting system flickered and there were several explosions on the console and the walls, as sparks erupted from them. Several of the roundels clattered to the floor of the console room.
The Doctor scrambled to his feet. “Mr. Rowan!” He shouted. “Can you tell me the reading on the Bocca Scale on the screen directly in front of you?”
Tom grabbed hold of the edge of the consol and pulled himself to his feet.
“This small screen?” He shouted back.
“That’s the one.” The Doctor said before shielding his eyes as there was an explosion of sparks before him.
“It’s going wild!” Tom shouted back. “Reading 6.78, 8.93, 9.99!” Tom looked up at the Doctor.
“It’s off the scale!”
The Doctor muttered something to himself and dashed to another panel. “That row of switches there.” He shouted to Tom, pointing. “Press them all down!”
“What was that Bocca Scale?” Tom asked back.
“Distortions and ripples in the Time Vortex caused by dangerous time experimentation. I’m trying to trace the source, but I get the feeling I needn’t bother” The Doctor shouted back quickly, still flicking switches whilst grabbing hold of the console for dear life.
The TARDIS shook violently again, throwing Tom back to the floor.
“Telos?” Tom asked scrambling back to his feet.
The Doctor looked up, through the smoke and sparks and nodded gravely. “They’re using what little knowledge they obtained from you.” The Doctor looked down, and then looked up straight away. “And you shouldn’t be feeling guilty; it’s not your fault, more the High Council, or Celestial Intervention Agency.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Tom replied. “I just want the Cybermen stopped.”
The TARDIS gave another sudden and violent lurch as a loud whining filled the air and the console room was plunged into darkness. With a loud sigh, the central column began to rise and fall again and light slowly came back to the console room.
“What the hell was that?” Tom asked, the whine still ringing in his ears.
“I don’t know.” The Doctor said, rushing to the console.
Tom picked himself up again. “Is it safe, or should I just stay on the floor?” He asked. “Wait a minute, the screen, look.” He said pointing.
The Doctor turned round. The image of the time vortex had gone; instead the screen was showing the outer reaches of a solar system. A planet was visible on the screen, yet some distance off. Yet at the distance, space stations and several large fleets of space craft could be seen.
“Telos?” Tom asked.
“No, no!” The Doctor said. “This is the outer most planet of the Telos system; Klathac. We’ve been knocked out of the vortex by the time experiments the Cybermen are doing.”
“That bad? Will it cause much damage to the vortex?”
“The Vortex, not as much, but to the web of time, they could cause irreparable damage.” The Doctor said gravely. “We may be able to get back into the Vortex, but it won’t be an easy ride.”
“I think we’d better hurry about it though.” Tom said, “They’re sending someone to see what we are.”
The Doctor looked back at the screen; a small space ship was heading directly towards them.
“They may well have detected the time disturbance.” The Doctor said. “Dematerialize,” He shouted to Tom, “Now!”
Without thinking, Tom worked his hands at the controls. The battered Police Box that was hung unusually in space slowly disappeared.
The Doctor looked up, “Well done!” He smiled. “For a second, I forgot that you’d never done that before.”
“You think my memory’s coming back then?” Tom replied.
“I said the atmosphere in the TARDIS may help.” The Doctor smiled. “Your knowledge of temporal mechanics must slowly be reasserting itself in your mind.”
The TARDIS gave another lurch as the Doctor finished his sentence, before starting to shake rather violently.
“Here comes the tricky part.” The Doctor said, “We’re going to be materialising close to the source of the disturbance.”
“The Cybermens’ time chamber? Wont that be heavily guarded?” Tom asked.
“Hopefully not!” The Doctor said. “I’ll to put us somewhere safe, well, as safe as I can find on Telos! Somewhere dark and quiet.”
The pitch darkness and silence of the small chamber was disrupted as a gradual flashing, followed by a wheezing, groaning sound filled the air. The chamber returned to darkness and silence once the TARDISs’ materialisation completed. A faint chink of light appeared, slowly getting wider as the TARDIS door opened.
“It’s a bit dark.” Tom said stepping out of the TARDIS into the blackness.
“I did say I was aiming for somewhere dark and quiet.” The Doctor retorted.
“Oh, very good. Have you any idea where the door is?”
“Hang on,” The Doctor replied. “I put that torch somewhere.” He muttered fumbling about his person. “Ah, here we are!” he said, a beam of light illuminating the small room. “You know what you’re looking for?”
“It’s there.” Tom said, pointing so a doorway beside the TARDIS.
The Doctor reached in his pocket and picked out his sonic screwdriver.
“We’ve got to be careful.” He said, “We want to try to remain unnoticed for as long as possible.”
Tom nodded in response as the Doctor turned to look at the small panel to unlock the door. Tom turned to peer into the gloom of the room.
“I wonder what they used this for?” he said
“Possibly a cell?” The Doctor muttered from the lock.
“Good luck opening the door if it is then!” Tom smiled back. “Could be storage?” He added.
“Possibly.”
“If we’re close to the time chamber, then it may be related to that somehow.”
“Hmm” The Doctor agreed, concentrating on his work.
Taking a few steps into the gloom, Tom stepped on something. Bending down to examine it, he recoiled almost immediately, bumping into the Doctor.
“Careful!” The Doctor warned, “I don’t want to trip the wrong code.”
“I don’t want you to either Doctor. I figured out what this room is used for.” Tom replied.
The Doctor turned round, swinging the torch in the direction Tom was facing. Rows of shelving filled the wall behind them; each shelf was full of Cybermats.
The Doctor scrambled to his feet. “Mr. Rowan!” He shouted. “Can you tell me the reading on the Bocca Scale on the screen directly in front of you?”
Tom grabbed hold of the edge of the consol and pulled himself to his feet.
“This small screen?” He shouted back.
“That’s the one.” The Doctor said before shielding his eyes as there was an explosion of sparks before him.
“It’s going wild!” Tom shouted back. “Reading 6.78, 8.93, 9.99!” Tom looked up at the Doctor.
“It’s off the scale!”
The Doctor muttered something to himself and dashed to another panel. “That row of switches there.” He shouted to Tom, pointing. “Press them all down!”
“What was that Bocca Scale?” Tom asked back.
“Distortions and ripples in the Time Vortex caused by dangerous time experimentation. I’m trying to trace the source, but I get the feeling I needn’t bother” The Doctor shouted back quickly, still flicking switches whilst grabbing hold of the console for dear life.
The TARDIS shook violently again, throwing Tom back to the floor.
“Telos?” Tom asked scrambling back to his feet.
The Doctor looked up, through the smoke and sparks and nodded gravely. “They’re using what little knowledge they obtained from you.” The Doctor looked down, and then looked up straight away. “And you shouldn’t be feeling guilty; it’s not your fault, more the High Council, or Celestial Intervention Agency.”
“I’m not worried about that,” Tom replied. “I just want the Cybermen stopped.”
The TARDIS gave another sudden and violent lurch as a loud whining filled the air and the console room was plunged into darkness. With a loud sigh, the central column began to rise and fall again and light slowly came back to the console room.
“What the hell was that?” Tom asked, the whine still ringing in his ears.
“I don’t know.” The Doctor said, rushing to the console.
Tom picked himself up again. “Is it safe, or should I just stay on the floor?” He asked. “Wait a minute, the screen, look.” He said pointing.
The Doctor turned round. The image of the time vortex had gone; instead the screen was showing the outer reaches of a solar system. A planet was visible on the screen, yet some distance off. Yet at the distance, space stations and several large fleets of space craft could be seen.
“Telos?” Tom asked.
“No, no!” The Doctor said. “This is the outer most planet of the Telos system; Klathac. We’ve been knocked out of the vortex by the time experiments the Cybermen are doing.”
“That bad? Will it cause much damage to the vortex?”
“The Vortex, not as much, but to the web of time, they could cause irreparable damage.” The Doctor said gravely. “We may be able to get back into the Vortex, but it won’t be an easy ride.”
“I think we’d better hurry about it though.” Tom said, “They’re sending someone to see what we are.”
The Doctor looked back at the screen; a small space ship was heading directly towards them.
“They may well have detected the time disturbance.” The Doctor said. “Dematerialize,” He shouted to Tom, “Now!”
Without thinking, Tom worked his hands at the controls. The battered Police Box that was hung unusually in space slowly disappeared.
The Doctor looked up, “Well done!” He smiled. “For a second, I forgot that you’d never done that before.”
“You think my memory’s coming back then?” Tom replied.
“I said the atmosphere in the TARDIS may help.” The Doctor smiled. “Your knowledge of temporal mechanics must slowly be reasserting itself in your mind.”
The TARDIS gave another lurch as the Doctor finished his sentence, before starting to shake rather violently.
“Here comes the tricky part.” The Doctor said, “We’re going to be materialising close to the source of the disturbance.”
“The Cybermens’ time chamber? Wont that be heavily guarded?” Tom asked.
“Hopefully not!” The Doctor said. “I’ll to put us somewhere safe, well, as safe as I can find on Telos! Somewhere dark and quiet.”
The pitch darkness and silence of the small chamber was disrupted as a gradual flashing, followed by a wheezing, groaning sound filled the air. The chamber returned to darkness and silence once the TARDISs’ materialisation completed. A faint chink of light appeared, slowly getting wider as the TARDIS door opened.
“It’s a bit dark.” Tom said stepping out of the TARDIS into the blackness.
“I did say I was aiming for somewhere dark and quiet.” The Doctor retorted.
“Oh, very good. Have you any idea where the door is?”
“Hang on,” The Doctor replied. “I put that torch somewhere.” He muttered fumbling about his person. “Ah, here we are!” he said, a beam of light illuminating the small room. “You know what you’re looking for?”
“It’s there.” Tom said, pointing so a doorway beside the TARDIS.
The Doctor reached in his pocket and picked out his sonic screwdriver.
“We’ve got to be careful.” He said, “We want to try to remain unnoticed for as long as possible.”
Tom nodded in response as the Doctor turned to look at the small panel to unlock the door. Tom turned to peer into the gloom of the room.
“I wonder what they used this for?” he said
“Possibly a cell?” The Doctor muttered from the lock.
“Good luck opening the door if it is then!” Tom smiled back. “Could be storage?” He added.
“Possibly.”
“If we’re close to the time chamber, then it may be related to that somehow.”
“Hmm” The Doctor agreed, concentrating on his work.
Taking a few steps into the gloom, Tom stepped on something. Bending down to examine it, he recoiled almost immediately, bumping into the Doctor.
“Careful!” The Doctor warned, “I don’t want to trip the wrong code.”
“I don’t want you to either Doctor. I figured out what this room is used for.” Tom replied.
The Doctor turned round, swinging the torch in the direction Tom was facing. Rows of shelving filled the wall behind them; each shelf was full of Cybermats.
