Post by Oldmankrondas on Feb 13, 2008 18:28:21 GMT
Doctor Kurtz re-entered the room, and flicked the switch on the wall once more, turning off the charge on the bars. Anna got to her feet and scowled at him. ‘Two times in one day? I am honoured.’
Kurtz smiled thinly, and sat back down on in his chair opposite the cell. ‘You and your formerly dead friend; what is your purpose here?’
Anna sighed. ‘Nothing! Just visiting! Holiday!’
Kurtz considered this for a moment, and then shook his head. ‘All holidaymakers must report to their nearest Listed Planets Commission offices.’ Kurtz got to his feet, hands behind his back and paced the floor. ‘This is to inform the Conservationist Bureau so we know that there are visitors to the planet, and we have received no information.’
‘You know these bureaucrats…probably got lost in an internal mail envelope or something.’
Kurtz smirked. ‘Oh very droll, however, we have no information relating to you and your friend. Therefore, you are either illegal visitors or…’
Anna leant forward, grabbing the bars. ‘Or what?’
Kurtz rubbed his chin and turned away. ‘Or you are working with the Sontarans…’
‘Right…and which one doesn’t get me executed?’
Kurtz’s face became dark, almost as if he was another person altogether. ‘Oh my dear Miss Talbot…I’m afraid we don’t really care what you’re here for.’ He flicked the switch, just as Anna quickly removed her hands. The bars began vibrating once more, and a hungry look flashed across Kurtz’s face as he left.
Pavel found the large blue box near the riverbank, he had failed to gain entry and was now reporting back to Kurtz. ‘I’ve found the ship…at least I think that’s what it is.’
‘And the man?’ crackled Kurtz’s voice over the communicator.
‘Can’t see him, but I expect he’ll be nearer the village.’ He patted the side of the box and carried on through the jungle. ‘Am I to kill on sight?’
‘Only if he’s alone.’ Kurtz replied. ‘You can’t risk one of the natives seeing you.’
‘Understood’ Pavel replied.
They were back on the move, travelling along a thin path, the jungle vegetation fencing them in somewhat. The Doctor was now horribly aware that Stygers surprisingly calm demeanour was beginning to wain, and that if he was to do anything out of step, he’d be killed. ‘Viebel…have you ever actually seen this Great Protector?’ he asked.
‘The Great Protector has no corporeal form, he is all around us within the Temple. Our high priests have spoken with him for many centuries.’
The Doctor stopped, and stroked his chin. The Sontarans halted behind him, weapons raised, not wanting to be caught off guard if he was about to do something. ‘And tell me, when did he begin to start talking back?’
Viebel looked at the Doctor, confused. ‘I’m not entirely sure what it is you’re getting at Doctor.’
The Doctor frowned. ‘Neither am I…’ he mumbled, feeling a Sontaran weapon jab him in the spine, he raised his hands placatingly. ‘Alright! I’ll keep moving.’ He began following Viebel, thinking things over in his head; the shooting star, the original Sontaran expedition to Kreen, the Great Protector...all of which would be enough to keep him going if the Sontarans didn’t seem so tired and worn out, shadows of their former warlike selves, and where exactly had Anna gone? He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. ‘Figure it out Doctor…’
Pavel watched the village from high up in an Adoris tree; the Adoris was a purple fruit, tasting much like every single known Earth red berry rolled into one, tart and sweet all at the same time. Pavel had no interest in the fruit, and was only interested in the tree for purposes of observing the village, looking for this other alien. Looking through his binoculars he could see the villagers return from the caves and to their tents, but no sign of anyone that seemed out of place. He noticed that the High Priests tent was lacking the blue smoke that would emanate whenever he was in residence, had he gone with the Sontarans to the temple? If he had, it put Kurtz’s plan to not alert the natives in jeopardy. They would cross that bridge when they came to it, after all they had disposed of the last High Priest, wouldn’t be too much of a problem to do it again. He couldn’t see the prisoner’s accomplice and began climbing back down the tree, reaching for his communicator as he reached the ground. ‘Kurtz…there’s a problem. The High Priest appears to be with the Sontarans.’
‘No matter, once we’ve dealt with the Sontaran problem, we can leave this planet.’
‘And what about the Priest?’
‘If he is to be found dead in the temple…then it is surely the will of their Protector.’
Pavel nodded, grabbing hold of his pistol. ‘I think it’s safe to assume the man is with the Sontarans.’
Kurtz cleared his throat. ‘Very well, return to the base. There are some final loose ends to tie up before we confront the Sontarans.’
‘Understood.’
‘There shall be no more discussion!’ Styger roared, forcing the Doctor and Viebel along the path toward the river in the distance. ‘It slows our progress.’
The Doctor sighed. ‘You’ll have to forgive the Sontarans, not exactly good dinner party guests, all their anecdotes involve slaying Rutans and winning wars…gets a bit wearing after a while. The art of conversation appears to be lost on them.’
Styger grabbed the Doctor roughly by collar of his shirt. ‘Need I remind you Doctor that you have not yet proved to be useful. I can kill you right now if I wish.’ He threw him to the ground and aimed his weapon at the Doctor’s chest. ‘I will be hailed as a hero to the Sontaran race for destroying the Doctor and bringing back the relic.’
The Doctor began a slow clap. ‘Let me be the first to congratulate you then…careful they don’t stick your medal in the probic vent…nasty.’ He got to his feet, staring down at the Sontarans, arms outstretched. ‘Don’t let me stand in the way of you becoming a war hero…have at it!’ He yelled.
‘You do not know when to cease talking!’ Styger suddenly began coughing uncontrollably, dropping to his knees, his weapon rolling across the jungle floor. He put a hand to his mouth and pulled it away, looking at the contents, fragments of green liquid that burnt at his hand. He rubbed it on the ground and looked up at the Doctor who was standing above him, looking concerned.
‘You’re dying aren’t you?’ The Doctor asked, sympathetically, offering a hand to the fallen Sontaran.
Anna sighed, still no sign of the Doctor coming to her rescue, which in her experience meant he was probably in a spot of trouble himself. Therefore she had to come up with an escape plan so she could go and get him out of whatever mess he’d landed himself with the three Mr Potato Heads in that tent. The door slid open and a young girl entered, long brown hair tied back, wearing glasses and a polo neck, looking very much like a librarian. Anna decided she could probably overpower her. She was carrying a tray of food and water, which she brought to the cell door, she placed the tray on the floor, and looked at Anna.
‘Slight problem…can’t reach that from here.’ Anna said, hoping, praying that the girl would open the door. Not entirely sure what she would do after overpowering her but she’d come up with something. The girl nodded, fished in her pocket for a key, turned it in the lock and opened the door, picking up the tray and sliding it in, before shutting the door behind her. Anna had completely missed her opportunity to overpower her because she was far more shocked by the fact that a girl a couple of years younger than her had just survived a fatal dose of electricity.
Kurtz smiled thinly, and sat back down on in his chair opposite the cell. ‘You and your formerly dead friend; what is your purpose here?’
Anna sighed. ‘Nothing! Just visiting! Holiday!’
Kurtz considered this for a moment, and then shook his head. ‘All holidaymakers must report to their nearest Listed Planets Commission offices.’ Kurtz got to his feet, hands behind his back and paced the floor. ‘This is to inform the Conservationist Bureau so we know that there are visitors to the planet, and we have received no information.’
‘You know these bureaucrats…probably got lost in an internal mail envelope or something.’
Kurtz smirked. ‘Oh very droll, however, we have no information relating to you and your friend. Therefore, you are either illegal visitors or…’
Anna leant forward, grabbing the bars. ‘Or what?’
Kurtz rubbed his chin and turned away. ‘Or you are working with the Sontarans…’
‘Right…and which one doesn’t get me executed?’
Kurtz’s face became dark, almost as if he was another person altogether. ‘Oh my dear Miss Talbot…I’m afraid we don’t really care what you’re here for.’ He flicked the switch, just as Anna quickly removed her hands. The bars began vibrating once more, and a hungry look flashed across Kurtz’s face as he left.
*
Pavel found the large blue box near the riverbank, he had failed to gain entry and was now reporting back to Kurtz. ‘I’ve found the ship…at least I think that’s what it is.’
‘And the man?’ crackled Kurtz’s voice over the communicator.
‘Can’t see him, but I expect he’ll be nearer the village.’ He patted the side of the box and carried on through the jungle. ‘Am I to kill on sight?’
‘Only if he’s alone.’ Kurtz replied. ‘You can’t risk one of the natives seeing you.’
‘Understood’ Pavel replied.
*
They were back on the move, travelling along a thin path, the jungle vegetation fencing them in somewhat. The Doctor was now horribly aware that Stygers surprisingly calm demeanour was beginning to wain, and that if he was to do anything out of step, he’d be killed. ‘Viebel…have you ever actually seen this Great Protector?’ he asked.
‘The Great Protector has no corporeal form, he is all around us within the Temple. Our high priests have spoken with him for many centuries.’
The Doctor stopped, and stroked his chin. The Sontarans halted behind him, weapons raised, not wanting to be caught off guard if he was about to do something. ‘And tell me, when did he begin to start talking back?’
Viebel looked at the Doctor, confused. ‘I’m not entirely sure what it is you’re getting at Doctor.’
The Doctor frowned. ‘Neither am I…’ he mumbled, feeling a Sontaran weapon jab him in the spine, he raised his hands placatingly. ‘Alright! I’ll keep moving.’ He began following Viebel, thinking things over in his head; the shooting star, the original Sontaran expedition to Kreen, the Great Protector...all of which would be enough to keep him going if the Sontarans didn’t seem so tired and worn out, shadows of their former warlike selves, and where exactly had Anna gone? He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. ‘Figure it out Doctor…’
*
Pavel watched the village from high up in an Adoris tree; the Adoris was a purple fruit, tasting much like every single known Earth red berry rolled into one, tart and sweet all at the same time. Pavel had no interest in the fruit, and was only interested in the tree for purposes of observing the village, looking for this other alien. Looking through his binoculars he could see the villagers return from the caves and to their tents, but no sign of anyone that seemed out of place. He noticed that the High Priests tent was lacking the blue smoke that would emanate whenever he was in residence, had he gone with the Sontarans to the temple? If he had, it put Kurtz’s plan to not alert the natives in jeopardy. They would cross that bridge when they came to it, after all they had disposed of the last High Priest, wouldn’t be too much of a problem to do it again. He couldn’t see the prisoner’s accomplice and began climbing back down the tree, reaching for his communicator as he reached the ground. ‘Kurtz…there’s a problem. The High Priest appears to be with the Sontarans.’
‘No matter, once we’ve dealt with the Sontaran problem, we can leave this planet.’
‘And what about the Priest?’
‘If he is to be found dead in the temple…then it is surely the will of their Protector.’
Pavel nodded, grabbing hold of his pistol. ‘I think it’s safe to assume the man is with the Sontarans.’
Kurtz cleared his throat. ‘Very well, return to the base. There are some final loose ends to tie up before we confront the Sontarans.’
‘Understood.’
*
‘There shall be no more discussion!’ Styger roared, forcing the Doctor and Viebel along the path toward the river in the distance. ‘It slows our progress.’
The Doctor sighed. ‘You’ll have to forgive the Sontarans, not exactly good dinner party guests, all their anecdotes involve slaying Rutans and winning wars…gets a bit wearing after a while. The art of conversation appears to be lost on them.’
Styger grabbed the Doctor roughly by collar of his shirt. ‘Need I remind you Doctor that you have not yet proved to be useful. I can kill you right now if I wish.’ He threw him to the ground and aimed his weapon at the Doctor’s chest. ‘I will be hailed as a hero to the Sontaran race for destroying the Doctor and bringing back the relic.’
The Doctor began a slow clap. ‘Let me be the first to congratulate you then…careful they don’t stick your medal in the probic vent…nasty.’ He got to his feet, staring down at the Sontarans, arms outstretched. ‘Don’t let me stand in the way of you becoming a war hero…have at it!’ He yelled.
‘You do not know when to cease talking!’ Styger suddenly began coughing uncontrollably, dropping to his knees, his weapon rolling across the jungle floor. He put a hand to his mouth and pulled it away, looking at the contents, fragments of green liquid that burnt at his hand. He rubbed it on the ground and looked up at the Doctor who was standing above him, looking concerned.
‘You’re dying aren’t you?’ The Doctor asked, sympathetically, offering a hand to the fallen Sontaran.
*
Anna sighed, still no sign of the Doctor coming to her rescue, which in her experience meant he was probably in a spot of trouble himself. Therefore she had to come up with an escape plan so she could go and get him out of whatever mess he’d landed himself with the three Mr Potato Heads in that tent. The door slid open and a young girl entered, long brown hair tied back, wearing glasses and a polo neck, looking very much like a librarian. Anna decided she could probably overpower her. She was carrying a tray of food and water, which she brought to the cell door, she placed the tray on the floor, and looked at Anna.
‘Slight problem…can’t reach that from here.’ Anna said, hoping, praying that the girl would open the door. Not entirely sure what she would do after overpowering her but she’d come up with something. The girl nodded, fished in her pocket for a key, turned it in the lock and opened the door, picking up the tray and sliding it in, before shutting the door behind her. Anna had completely missed her opportunity to overpower her because she was far more shocked by the fact that a girl a couple of years younger than her had just survived a fatal dose of electricity.
