Post by John Darnacan on Feb 13, 2008 10:27:37 GMT
Part 7 – The Bremancy Republic
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The Doctor and Faye approached the transmat station. The instructions for inputting a desired transmat address were very straightforward. When the Doctor entered the address for the Bremancy Republic, a message appeared on the console explaining that the Republic was off limits and therefore a lockout was in effect for that address.
“Well, there goes your Bremancy excursion,” commented Faye. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and smiled mischievously. Faye frowned. “Don’t you think we should let Deiter know where we’re going; maybe bring him with us? Might be a good idea to bring a strapping German along, especially if we’re going somewhere uninvited.”
“Nonsense. For over a thousand years, I’ve wandered into all sorts of places uninvited without a strapping German,” he said with a wink. “Besides, I think Deiter fancies Ms. Bauer.”
Faye scowled. “You really think so?”
The Doctor smiled. “Jealous?”
“No,” she denied defensively.
The Doctor punched the code in again, and they disappeared in a golden glow.
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The Ood explained to Dieter that the Bremancy Republic was off limits to outsiders.
“But I was following a woman, Gretchen Bauer. Can you please check if she’s here?”
“I will check,” replied the Ood, whose subservient nature got the better of it. It withdrew to another room. Soon Deiter heard strange mechanical sounds coming from down the corridor. As he went to investigate, a hand grabbed his arm.
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The Doctor and Faye materialised in a room with stone walls, but no apparent doors or windows.
“Well, this was a trip to nowhere. The Bremans must really be anti-social.”
“May I help you?” came a melodic voice
The Doctor turned to find an Ood standing before them.
“You’re Ood,” commented the Doctor in surprise.
“Yes, may I offer you some refreshment?” the Ood asked in a tone so deferential it reminded Faye of a 19th century butler.
“Yes, some tea if it was no inconvenience,” replied the Doctor. Faye thought this odd as they had just had a very full meal. The Ood departed to bring the tea.
“These Bremans seem awfully hospitable for people who are so xenophobic.”
“They are not Bremans, at least I don’t think. They’re Ood.”
“You mean odd?”
“Please, I’ve already heard all the puns, oodles. The Ood are a herd race who have survived and evolved though the millennia by serving others. The idea being, why would anyone try to conquer a race that was so willing to serve?”
“They sound like collaborators.”
“Perhaps, but the human race, among others, has taken a robust advantage of their submissive nature for centuries.”
“So these Ood must be producing the Corlix for the humans here on the sphere.”
“I would agree except for one thing. The Ood are not xenophobic. They must be serving someone else, someone who is xenophobic or at least doesn’t want to be exposed.”
The Ood returned with tea as well as a sumptuous variety of sandwiches. The Doctor looked disappointed as if he were expecting something other than refreshment.
“May I speak with one of the Bremans?”.
“That is not possible” the Ood’s translator orb replied.
“Why not?”
“They do not...........meet with visitors,” replied the Ood.
Both Faye and the Doctor noted the hesitation that came from the translator orb. The Doctor remembered a previous encounter with the Ood, where the translator was interfered with by the electro-magnetic field emanating from a black hole. No such field seemed likely here.
“Well then, we shan’t bother you any further. Let’s go Faye.” He turned back to the Ood. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
The Doctor inputted the coordinates for the return trip to Vlaera University.
“Farewell” said the Doctor as he and Faye dematerialised. The Ood began to tidy the tray of tea and sandwiches.
“You have done well,” came an unemotional voice from beyond the archway. The complement was automatic and devoid of feeling as if a recording. The tall Maynberc walked through the arch. Both Maynberc and the Ood turned to leave the room, when the teleport reactivated.
The Doctor and Faye reappeared. “Surprise; we’re back,” smiled the Doctor. They stepped off the teleport platform.
“Are you a Breman?” the Doctor asked Maynberc.
Maynberc walked forward and grabbed each of them by their upper arms. His grip felt like a vise. Faye tried to bite Maynberc on the finger, but nearly cracked a tooth. The Doctor recognised the hand. He had seen it before.
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“Deiter, what are you doing here?” Gretchen asked angrily, still grabbing his arm.
“Looking for you.” Deiter suddenly remembered the bag, his excuse for following her.
“It’s too dangerous. You don’t even have a SD-chip.”
“A what?”
“You need to get out of here!” Gretchen said with some panic in her voice. She started to pull him back toward the transmat room.
She suddenly jerked him back. He saw why.
“A robot?” Deiter exclaimed.
“That’s no robot. Run!”
But it was too late. The Cyberman’s hands clamped down on their arms.
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To Be Continued...
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The Doctor and Faye approached the transmat station. The instructions for inputting a desired transmat address were very straightforward. When the Doctor entered the address for the Bremancy Republic, a message appeared on the console explaining that the Republic was off limits and therefore a lockout was in effect for that address.
“Well, there goes your Bremancy excursion,” commented Faye. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and smiled mischievously. Faye frowned. “Don’t you think we should let Deiter know where we’re going; maybe bring him with us? Might be a good idea to bring a strapping German along, especially if we’re going somewhere uninvited.”
“Nonsense. For over a thousand years, I’ve wandered into all sorts of places uninvited without a strapping German,” he said with a wink. “Besides, I think Deiter fancies Ms. Bauer.”
Faye scowled. “You really think so?”
The Doctor smiled. “Jealous?”
“No,” she denied defensively.
The Doctor punched the code in again, and they disappeared in a golden glow.
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The Ood explained to Dieter that the Bremancy Republic was off limits to outsiders.
“But I was following a woman, Gretchen Bauer. Can you please check if she’s here?”
“I will check,” replied the Ood, whose subservient nature got the better of it. It withdrew to another room. Soon Deiter heard strange mechanical sounds coming from down the corridor. As he went to investigate, a hand grabbed his arm.
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The Doctor and Faye materialised in a room with stone walls, but no apparent doors or windows.
“Well, this was a trip to nowhere. The Bremans must really be anti-social.”
“May I help you?” came a melodic voice
The Doctor turned to find an Ood standing before them.
“You’re Ood,” commented the Doctor in surprise.
“Yes, may I offer you some refreshment?” the Ood asked in a tone so deferential it reminded Faye of a 19th century butler.
“Yes, some tea if it was no inconvenience,” replied the Doctor. Faye thought this odd as they had just had a very full meal. The Ood departed to bring the tea.
“These Bremans seem awfully hospitable for people who are so xenophobic.”
“They are not Bremans, at least I don’t think. They’re Ood.”
“You mean odd?”
“Please, I’ve already heard all the puns, oodles. The Ood are a herd race who have survived and evolved though the millennia by serving others. The idea being, why would anyone try to conquer a race that was so willing to serve?”
“They sound like collaborators.”
“Perhaps, but the human race, among others, has taken a robust advantage of their submissive nature for centuries.”
“So these Ood must be producing the Corlix for the humans here on the sphere.”
“I would agree except for one thing. The Ood are not xenophobic. They must be serving someone else, someone who is xenophobic or at least doesn’t want to be exposed.”
The Ood returned with tea as well as a sumptuous variety of sandwiches. The Doctor looked disappointed as if he were expecting something other than refreshment.
“May I speak with one of the Bremans?”.
“That is not possible” the Ood’s translator orb replied.
“Why not?”
“They do not...........meet with visitors,” replied the Ood.
Both Faye and the Doctor noted the hesitation that came from the translator orb. The Doctor remembered a previous encounter with the Ood, where the translator was interfered with by the electro-magnetic field emanating from a black hole. No such field seemed likely here.
“Well then, we shan’t bother you any further. Let’s go Faye.” He turned back to the Ood. “Thank you for your hospitality.”
The Doctor inputted the coordinates for the return trip to Vlaera University.
“Farewell” said the Doctor as he and Faye dematerialised. The Ood began to tidy the tray of tea and sandwiches.
“You have done well,” came an unemotional voice from beyond the archway. The complement was automatic and devoid of feeling as if a recording. The tall Maynberc walked through the arch. Both Maynberc and the Ood turned to leave the room, when the teleport reactivated.
The Doctor and Faye reappeared. “Surprise; we’re back,” smiled the Doctor. They stepped off the teleport platform.
“Are you a Breman?” the Doctor asked Maynberc.
Maynberc walked forward and grabbed each of them by their upper arms. His grip felt like a vise. Faye tried to bite Maynberc on the finger, but nearly cracked a tooth. The Doctor recognised the hand. He had seen it before.
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“Deiter, what are you doing here?” Gretchen asked angrily, still grabbing his arm.
“Looking for you.” Deiter suddenly remembered the bag, his excuse for following her.
“It’s too dangerous. You don’t even have a SD-chip.”
“A what?”
“You need to get out of here!” Gretchen said with some panic in her voice. She started to pull him back toward the transmat room.
She suddenly jerked him back. He saw why.
“A robot?” Deiter exclaimed.
“That’s no robot. Run!”
But it was too late. The Cyberman’s hands clamped down on their arms.
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To Be Continued...
Oh my giddy aunt! Another cracker of an episode, more please!
