Post by Fitz Kreiner on Jan 26, 2006 13:59:52 GMT
The Command deck stared at the box-like TARDIS as materialised into being near the conference room door.
“The Doctor?” Bradbury asked to the command deck.
“No.” Jess said slowly. “I don’t think so. That’s not the Police Box.”
“It’s not a bomb, is it?” Ford asked tentatively.
“You saw how it appeared.” Jess said. “Like the TARDIS. But if it is the Doctor, he was quick in doing whatever he did.”
The front of the green box slip apart revealing a doorway in which a figure was framed. The command deck stared silently waiting for the figure to reveal itself. The dark silhouette could be seen to be wearing a helmet, with a cloak trailing behind and appeared to be holding a weapon in its hand. Before Ford could reach for his own weapon, the figure burst out of the TARDIS, followed by half a dozen more. They were all wearing the same uniform; red with a white trim in the form of a stripe down the front of the leggings and front to the shirt. The gloves the figures wore were red also, with a white trim to the edge. Their boots were knee high and black. A white cape flowed from their shoulders to the floor, which they were able to allow to fall behind without it tripping them. On their heads were helmets in the same red as the uniform with more white trim, a white raised stripe running from the front and down the back on the helmet. Their faces were visible and set, determined to carry out their orders. The leader of the figures was distinguished by having a golden chest plate on the front of his uniform and what seemed like feathers coming from the top of his helmet. The figures were holding hand held weapons, which held at the ready, subduing the command deck before anyone could act, pointing their weapons at Ford, Edwards and a couple of the other crew. The Command Decks shock allowed their almost immediate submission to the figures.
“Immediate area secure.” The leader of the men said aloud.
“Thank you Commander.” The voice seemed to come from nowhere.
Another set of figures then emerged from the TARDIS. The first was dressed simply in white robes with black trim, which reached to the floor, obscuring the figures feet. His hair was slicked back into a small pony tail. His face was a set picture of grim determinacy and authority. His arms were folded and his hands folded within the large sleeves of his robes. The figure that followed wore a similar robe but in a Magnolia off white. It also reached to the floor. Across the chest of the robes, there were two V-shaped crimson strips. The figure also wore a crimson skullcap obscuring whatever hair he had. These figures were followed by three more of the guards, the two at the rear carrying a large box between them.
“Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my station?” Edwards shouted at the figure in white.
The Figure walked past him, ignoring him, looking at every other person on the command deck before finally stopping in front of Jess.
“You.” He said addressing her. “You don’t conform, you don’t belong. One of the Doctors little Earth friends I assume. Is that right?”
Jess stared at the figure, somewhat taken aback.
“Yes.” She started.
“You will be returned to your own time once our operation here is completed.” The figure cut in, turning away.
“Erm, excuse me!” Jess snapped walking round in front of the figure. “I don’t know who you think you are or what you’re doing here, but I’m fed up of being treated in a rude manner by complete strangers today. I chose to travel with the Doctor, and I’m not going to leave because you say so.”
One of the guards made a move towards Jess, but was restrained by the figure in white raising his hand. Chucking softly, the figure moved to a central area of the Command deck.
“Of course, I forget you humans like to have these full introductory customs. This,” He gestured to the figure in magnolia, “is engineer Dorlin, I am co-ordinator Vansell of the Celestial Intervention Agency and we have requisitioned this station temporarily for our needs.”
“This is piracy.” Edwards said. “Earth will notice that we are not following our normal reports.”
“That has been countered, to all your superiors and even the space craft you were in conference with believe you to be running as normal. We have almost effectively taken you out of time until our business is concluded.” Vansell said.
“And what is your business?” Edwards asked.
Vansell walked over to him. “You are the commander of this station?”
“Yes, so I would like some answers from you.” Edwards replied sternly.
“You are one crew member down.” Vansell suddenly said turning round.
“I’m several down because of these Cybermen.” Edwards snapped.
“And the other. Both units are missing.” Vansell turned to look at Dorlin.
“There is no trace of TT Capsule registry signs aboard this vessel.” Dorlin replied standing beside the box the chancellery guards had carried out of Vansells’ TARDIS. They had unpacked some small arrays of instruments and controls. “There is a small register on the Bocca Scale and some traces of artron energy, not to mention time disturbance. It seems logical to assume that they have left the station.”
“So,” Vansell said holding his hand behind his back and casually strolling across the Command Deck to Jess. “You travel with the Doctor, yet when things go beyond his ability he flees leaving you here.”
“What are you talking about?” Jess asked. “He’s gone to Telos or wherever it is, with Tom to stop the Cybermen. He’s risking his life for yours you cowardly little man. If you had any power, you’d help him instead of making accusations here.”
Vansell smiled a horrible smarmy smile. “I see you’ve adapted to time travel and the whole prospect of life that the Doctor brings with remarkable ease and speed. Congratulations, you are a woman of spirit.”
“Traces suggest that the rogue TT capsule was heading to the Telosian sector of space. Traces are lost though due to excessive disturbance in the vortex.” Dorlin said.
“Look here.” Edwards snapped, stepping forward from his guard. “Just what are you doing here and who are you?”
“I have already told you.” Vansell said. “We are here at the bequest of the High council of Gallifrey and the representatives of the Celestial Intervention Agency to halt the mass disruption of the time lines. The Web of time is threatened and we must act ourselves to save it. Our unit has shown the danger it is in, despite his disappearance and the Doctor has not acted.”
“The Doctor?” Bradbury asked to the command deck.
“No.” Jess said slowly. “I don’t think so. That’s not the Police Box.”
“It’s not a bomb, is it?” Ford asked tentatively.
“You saw how it appeared.” Jess said. “Like the TARDIS. But if it is the Doctor, he was quick in doing whatever he did.”
The front of the green box slip apart revealing a doorway in which a figure was framed. The command deck stared silently waiting for the figure to reveal itself. The dark silhouette could be seen to be wearing a helmet, with a cloak trailing behind and appeared to be holding a weapon in its hand. Before Ford could reach for his own weapon, the figure burst out of the TARDIS, followed by half a dozen more. They were all wearing the same uniform; red with a white trim in the form of a stripe down the front of the leggings and front to the shirt. The gloves the figures wore were red also, with a white trim to the edge. Their boots were knee high and black. A white cape flowed from their shoulders to the floor, which they were able to allow to fall behind without it tripping them. On their heads were helmets in the same red as the uniform with more white trim, a white raised stripe running from the front and down the back on the helmet. Their faces were visible and set, determined to carry out their orders. The leader of the figures was distinguished by having a golden chest plate on the front of his uniform and what seemed like feathers coming from the top of his helmet. The figures were holding hand held weapons, which held at the ready, subduing the command deck before anyone could act, pointing their weapons at Ford, Edwards and a couple of the other crew. The Command Decks shock allowed their almost immediate submission to the figures.
“Immediate area secure.” The leader of the men said aloud.
“Thank you Commander.” The voice seemed to come from nowhere.
Another set of figures then emerged from the TARDIS. The first was dressed simply in white robes with black trim, which reached to the floor, obscuring the figures feet. His hair was slicked back into a small pony tail. His face was a set picture of grim determinacy and authority. His arms were folded and his hands folded within the large sleeves of his robes. The figure that followed wore a similar robe but in a Magnolia off white. It also reached to the floor. Across the chest of the robes, there were two V-shaped crimson strips. The figure also wore a crimson skullcap obscuring whatever hair he had. These figures were followed by three more of the guards, the two at the rear carrying a large box between them.
“Who the hell are you? What are you doing on my station?” Edwards shouted at the figure in white.
The Figure walked past him, ignoring him, looking at every other person on the command deck before finally stopping in front of Jess.
“You.” He said addressing her. “You don’t conform, you don’t belong. One of the Doctors little Earth friends I assume. Is that right?”
Jess stared at the figure, somewhat taken aback.
“Yes.” She started.
“You will be returned to your own time once our operation here is completed.” The figure cut in, turning away.
“Erm, excuse me!” Jess snapped walking round in front of the figure. “I don’t know who you think you are or what you’re doing here, but I’m fed up of being treated in a rude manner by complete strangers today. I chose to travel with the Doctor, and I’m not going to leave because you say so.”
One of the guards made a move towards Jess, but was restrained by the figure in white raising his hand. Chucking softly, the figure moved to a central area of the Command deck.
“Of course, I forget you humans like to have these full introductory customs. This,” He gestured to the figure in magnolia, “is engineer Dorlin, I am co-ordinator Vansell of the Celestial Intervention Agency and we have requisitioned this station temporarily for our needs.”
“This is piracy.” Edwards said. “Earth will notice that we are not following our normal reports.”
“That has been countered, to all your superiors and even the space craft you were in conference with believe you to be running as normal. We have almost effectively taken you out of time until our business is concluded.” Vansell said.
“And what is your business?” Edwards asked.
Vansell walked over to him. “You are the commander of this station?”
“Yes, so I would like some answers from you.” Edwards replied sternly.
“You are one crew member down.” Vansell suddenly said turning round.
“I’m several down because of these Cybermen.” Edwards snapped.
“And the other. Both units are missing.” Vansell turned to look at Dorlin.
“There is no trace of TT Capsule registry signs aboard this vessel.” Dorlin replied standing beside the box the chancellery guards had carried out of Vansells’ TARDIS. They had unpacked some small arrays of instruments and controls. “There is a small register on the Bocca Scale and some traces of artron energy, not to mention time disturbance. It seems logical to assume that they have left the station.”
“So,” Vansell said holding his hand behind his back and casually strolling across the Command Deck to Jess. “You travel with the Doctor, yet when things go beyond his ability he flees leaving you here.”
“What are you talking about?” Jess asked. “He’s gone to Telos or wherever it is, with Tom to stop the Cybermen. He’s risking his life for yours you cowardly little man. If you had any power, you’d help him instead of making accusations here.”
Vansell smiled a horrible smarmy smile. “I see you’ve adapted to time travel and the whole prospect of life that the Doctor brings with remarkable ease and speed. Congratulations, you are a woman of spirit.”
“Traces suggest that the rogue TT capsule was heading to the Telosian sector of space. Traces are lost though due to excessive disturbance in the vortex.” Dorlin said.
“Look here.” Edwards snapped, stepping forward from his guard. “Just what are you doing here and who are you?”
“I have already told you.” Vansell said. “We are here at the bequest of the High council of Gallifrey and the representatives of the Celestial Intervention Agency to halt the mass disruption of the time lines. The Web of time is threatened and we must act ourselves to save it. Our unit has shown the danger it is in, despite his disappearance and the Doctor has not acted.”
