Post by John Darnacan on Apr 1, 2008 16:29:57 GMT
Part 12 – Journey into Darkness
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Churasti, Maynberc, Faye, the Doctor and other members of the Mendarian Order stood around a console displaying schematics of the solarsphere.
“It will prevent the Cybermen from reacting in time, but the timing is essential,” explained the Doctor.
“I have configured the missiles according to your specifications. Once they are launched, there will be no turning back,” warned Churasti.
“That’s the idea,” commented the Doctor.
“An Ood will meet us in 17 minutes at Junction 5527,” reported Maynberc.
“Have you told them what to expect?”
“Yes.”
“Then, let’s go,” prompted the Doctor. Faye stepped forward. “Not you. You’re not coming with us.”
“Yes, I am,” Faye insisted.
“Faye, I’ve already lost one companion to the Cybermen. I deeply mourn Adric’s death. He was so young, so devilishly bright. And now there’s a good chance I could loose another. I couldn’t stand losing you too. Maynberc and I are going alone.”
“No, you’re not. I’m sorry about Adric, I really am. But I also know what it is to loose those you care about. I lost my parents, then my grandfather. But I won’t sit by while those Cyberman pull apart Deiter. You and he are the only family I have. You don’t have a monopoly on loss, or on caring.” Faye scolded. “So I’m going.”
The Doctor gave Faye a concerned frown of resignation.
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Deiter entered a small room. It was a dining room in a house not unlike the one he grew up in. Deiter’s father walked in from the other doorway. But Deiter seemed to remember something about his father dying during the war.
“Father?”
“Yes, Deiter,” replied his father. “It is time you joined us.”
Slowly, Deiter realised there were others in the room. He slowly recognised Captain Hauser, whom he had shot. His jaw was straight now, perfect. His eye patch was no longer necessary. Hans Schwartzwalder was there too. There was another man sitting in the shadows, he had yet to recognise.
“Join us, Deiter. Be like us,” pleaded Hans.
“Why?”
“There are no questions,” reprimanded Hauser. “Only orders. Only logic.”
“No, there must be questions,” countered Deiter. “We can never act mindlessly again.”
“Be like us,” said Otto Ostermann in his most fatherly tone, yet a tone that Deiter never disobeyed.
“No, never again.”
The other groaned in disapproval.
“It is irrelevant,” intoned the voice from the shadows. The sitting man finally stood and revealed himself in the firelight. It was a man, whom he honoured in childhood, and despised as an adult. This was the man who destroyed everything he loved, his family and his country, the Fuehrer.
“It does not matter. He will be like us,” commanded the Fuhrer.
“No!” cried Deiter.
“Resistance is useless!” he said as he pounded his fist on the table.
“No,” came a voice from the other room. Dr. Krueger entered.
“Deiter’s soul is his own, as is his destiny,” Krueger said.
“Resistance is useless,” the Fuhrer answered defiantly, as handles grew from his head, and his complexion became metallic. The others seemed to morph in a similar fashion.
“You will be like us,” they said in unison.
“I think not,” came another voice from behind Deiter.
“Doctor?”
“Deiter’s soul is his own,” announced the Doctor.
“Deiter’s soul is his own,” repeated Krueger. Deiter was now flanked by both Krueger and the Doctor. Deiter looked down at his hands. They were turning metallic. His head around his ears felt funny, like something was growing out of the sides.
“Say it,” both Krueger and the Doctor whispered. “Say it.”
Tears fell from his eyes, striking his hands like acid.
“Say it.”
“My soul is my own! I will NOT be like you!” Dieter yelled. The others across the table took a step back.
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Maynberc, Faye and the Doctor materialised on the transmat pad. Two Ood stood before them. They then guided them to a back corridor.
“This is an outer construction access corridor. It will lead to the cybernisation lab you seek.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor. “Have all your fellow Ood evacuated by 14:30. The transmat conduits will be severed by then.”
“We appreciate your concern.” With that, the Ood turned and left. Maynberc removed his backpack and pulled out three weapons.
“These are high-energy particle weapons which have been calibrated for maximum efficacy against the Cybermen,” explained Maynberc.
“I’m not much for weapons,”
“Neither am I, but I’ll learn,” said Faye, as she quickly picked up one of the weapons.
“It would be advisable to use restraint,” responded Maynberc. “While our weapons are effective, we are greatly outnumbered. Stealth would the preferred course of action.” The others nodded in agreement.
They proceeded several hundred feet down the corridor. The corridor had the same unused characteristics as the section in which the TARDIS first materialised. As they entered another section, that changed. This new section had several tubes or silos with hatches. They walked past the silos and towards the portal which led to the cybernisation centre. Suddenly a Cyberman stepped from behind the end silo.
The Doctor, who was ahead of the others, walked up to the Cyberman.
“Hello, is this where I come for a free upgrade?” The Cyberman turned back toward the Doctor. “I mean as I was in town, and all.” Maynberc grabbed the handle-like audio processing conduits on the Cyberman’s head, and twisted the head sharply with a crack. The Cyberman fell to the ground. Maynberc quickly pulled the dead body out of sight.
The Doctor was able to open the door to the Cybernisation centre with his sonic screwdriver. Surprisingly, there were no Cybermen in the room, just the humans in various states of conversion. Faye looked at scene in revulsion. She almost vomited as she realised this was the source of the Corlix protein slurry.
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To Be Continued...
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Churasti, Maynberc, Faye, the Doctor and other members of the Mendarian Order stood around a console displaying schematics of the solarsphere.
“It will prevent the Cybermen from reacting in time, but the timing is essential,” explained the Doctor.
“I have configured the missiles according to your specifications. Once they are launched, there will be no turning back,” warned Churasti.
“That’s the idea,” commented the Doctor.
“An Ood will meet us in 17 minutes at Junction 5527,” reported Maynberc.
“Have you told them what to expect?”
“Yes.”
“Then, let’s go,” prompted the Doctor. Faye stepped forward. “Not you. You’re not coming with us.”
“Yes, I am,” Faye insisted.
“Faye, I’ve already lost one companion to the Cybermen. I deeply mourn Adric’s death. He was so young, so devilishly bright. And now there’s a good chance I could loose another. I couldn’t stand losing you too. Maynberc and I are going alone.”
“No, you’re not. I’m sorry about Adric, I really am. But I also know what it is to loose those you care about. I lost my parents, then my grandfather. But I won’t sit by while those Cyberman pull apart Deiter. You and he are the only family I have. You don’t have a monopoly on loss, or on caring.” Faye scolded. “So I’m going.”
The Doctor gave Faye a concerned frown of resignation.
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Deiter entered a small room. It was a dining room in a house not unlike the one he grew up in. Deiter’s father walked in from the other doorway. But Deiter seemed to remember something about his father dying during the war.
“Father?”
“Yes, Deiter,” replied his father. “It is time you joined us.”
Slowly, Deiter realised there were others in the room. He slowly recognised Captain Hauser, whom he had shot. His jaw was straight now, perfect. His eye patch was no longer necessary. Hans Schwartzwalder was there too. There was another man sitting in the shadows, he had yet to recognise.
“Join us, Deiter. Be like us,” pleaded Hans.
“Why?”
“There are no questions,” reprimanded Hauser. “Only orders. Only logic.”
“No, there must be questions,” countered Deiter. “We can never act mindlessly again.”
“Be like us,” said Otto Ostermann in his most fatherly tone, yet a tone that Deiter never disobeyed.
“No, never again.”
The other groaned in disapproval.
“It is irrelevant,” intoned the voice from the shadows. The sitting man finally stood and revealed himself in the firelight. It was a man, whom he honoured in childhood, and despised as an adult. This was the man who destroyed everything he loved, his family and his country, the Fuehrer.
“It does not matter. He will be like us,” commanded the Fuhrer.
“No!” cried Deiter.
“Resistance is useless!” he said as he pounded his fist on the table.
“No,” came a voice from the other room. Dr. Krueger entered.
“Deiter’s soul is his own, as is his destiny,” Krueger said.
“Resistance is useless,” the Fuhrer answered defiantly, as handles grew from his head, and his complexion became metallic. The others seemed to morph in a similar fashion.
“You will be like us,” they said in unison.
“I think not,” came another voice from behind Deiter.
“Doctor?”
“Deiter’s soul is his own,” announced the Doctor.
“Deiter’s soul is his own,” repeated Krueger. Deiter was now flanked by both Krueger and the Doctor. Deiter looked down at his hands. They were turning metallic. His head around his ears felt funny, like something was growing out of the sides.
“Say it,” both Krueger and the Doctor whispered. “Say it.”
Tears fell from his eyes, striking his hands like acid.
“Say it.”
“My soul is my own! I will NOT be like you!” Dieter yelled. The others across the table took a step back.
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Maynberc, Faye and the Doctor materialised on the transmat pad. Two Ood stood before them. They then guided them to a back corridor.
“This is an outer construction access corridor. It will lead to the cybernisation lab you seek.”
“Thank you,” said the Doctor. “Have all your fellow Ood evacuated by 14:30. The transmat conduits will be severed by then.”
“We appreciate your concern.” With that, the Ood turned and left. Maynberc removed his backpack and pulled out three weapons.
“These are high-energy particle weapons which have been calibrated for maximum efficacy against the Cybermen,” explained Maynberc.
“I’m not much for weapons,”
“Neither am I, but I’ll learn,” said Faye, as she quickly picked up one of the weapons.
“It would be advisable to use restraint,” responded Maynberc. “While our weapons are effective, we are greatly outnumbered. Stealth would the preferred course of action.” The others nodded in agreement.
They proceeded several hundred feet down the corridor. The corridor had the same unused characteristics as the section in which the TARDIS first materialised. As they entered another section, that changed. This new section had several tubes or silos with hatches. They walked past the silos and towards the portal which led to the cybernisation centre. Suddenly a Cyberman stepped from behind the end silo.
The Doctor, who was ahead of the others, walked up to the Cyberman.
“Hello, is this where I come for a free upgrade?” The Cyberman turned back toward the Doctor. “I mean as I was in town, and all.” Maynberc grabbed the handle-like audio processing conduits on the Cyberman’s head, and twisted the head sharply with a crack. The Cyberman fell to the ground. Maynberc quickly pulled the dead body out of sight.
The Doctor was able to open the door to the Cybernisation centre with his sonic screwdriver. Surprisingly, there were no Cybermen in the room, just the humans in various states of conversion. Faye looked at scene in revulsion. She almost vomited as she realised this was the source of the Corlix protein slurry.
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To Be Continued...
