Judgement Day by deathman

Summary: How can you tell fact from fiction?
Rating: All Ages
Categories: Tenth Doctor
Characters: Original Companion, Other Character(s), Rose Tyler, The Doctor (10th), The TARDIS
Genres: Drama
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: Deathman - Chronology, After the End
Published: 2007.02.28
Updated: 2007.03.19


Chapter 1: The Illogical Planet
Chapter 2: Lumbar's Vision
Chapter 3: Hologram Generator
Chapter 4: Across the Desert

Chapter 1: The Illogical Planet

Author's Notes: In which our heroes discuss illogicality...


The Illogical Planet

Jimbob heard a call from the Doctor. ‘We’ve landed!’

The ex-captain smiled, tucked his plasma pistol into his belt and quickly whipped out his hand-mirror to check his reflection. The usual brown eyes, light brown skin and mid-long hair bounced back at him. He dropped the mirror and hurried off, out of his room in the TARDIS, towards the central chamber, where the Doctor and Rose would be waiting for him.

Sure enough he was greeted with a grin from Rose and a wave from the Doctor. He looked at the former. Although he didn’t normally feel romantically towards her, he couldn’t help but notice that she looked stunning, in her long skirt and elegant pink-red top.

‘You look brilliant,’ he spoke, echoing his thoughts.

‘Thanks,’ the Doctor said, not bothering to divert his gaze from the controls of the TARDIS. ‘I’m glad this new suit’s paying off.’

Rose burst out laughing, while Jimbob risked a glance at the Doctor. The Time Lord, in contradiction with his previous sentence, was wearing his ordinary brown pinstriped suit and long coat. No change. Then Jimbob remembered that the Doctor called his costume a ‘new suit’ whenever he washed it.

When Rose’s laughter died down, she joined Jimbob and the Doctor at the console. They were all peering at the computer screen which was currently displaying a profile of the planet they were about to land on.

‘So this one’s not impossible, just illogical,’ Rose chuckled.

‘Ooh, yeah, the most illogical planet around. Mass and gravity totally warped. I’ve heard that you can support a building the size of the Endrome on Molcat, or the City on Tegrak, on an item as small as a needle.’

‘That’s not the most illogical,’ disagreed Jimbob. ‘It’s not as bad as that one in the Seventy Seventh Yuip of whatever that galaxy was called. That had zero gravity and no atmosphere, so you just stepped out and were sucked off into space. The inhabitants of nearby worlds called it The Place You Can Never Set Foot On.’

‘And what about Lilula?’ Rose argued with Jimbob. ‘Talking cats? Walking bushes? Zombies roaming around? Indestructible black crystals?’

The Doctor laughed these arguments away. ‘This planet can’t be beaten. It’s got waterfalls that change from water to lava to ice and even to some kind of orange squash. Worms eleven miles long. Movable cities. No inner core. It’s in all the history books. All the great guides of the universe. In the poll for the Top Ten Weirdest places, it got first place. All puns intended!’

Rose rolled her eyes, but giggled at the same time.

‘So, what’s this planet’s name?’ Jimbob asked curiously. ‘We can’t just call it the Illogical Planet, can we?’

‘It’s called Arkasaln,’ the Doctor replied, flicking switches. The TARDIS made a groan of protest and thumped home, like a dart into a target.

‘And here it is.’

The Doctor ran to the door and flung them open. His excited expression changed to horror as he saw what was outside.

‘What is it?’ laughed Rose. ‘Have we landed inside a waterfall of orange squash?’

The Doctor did not reply.

‘Doctor?!’ Jimbob cried, swinging his plasma pistol free of its belt. He advance towards the doors and the motionless form of the Doctor. Weapon raised, held threateningly in both hands.

‘This planet is very. Very. Very. Illogical,’ spoke the Doctor. And he stepped away from the doors, giving Jimbob and Rose a clear line of sight to the outside world.

They both instantly screamed.


A/N: I'm glad to say the story is no longer repeated, thanks to Hells Bells!

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Chapter 2: Lumbar's Vision

Author's Notes: In which an inhabitant of Arkasaln has a nightmare...


Lumbar's Vision

Lumbar slept.

He dreamed. He dreamed that he was falling — falling down a long, dark pity with no visible beginning or end. The sick feeling triggered by quick descent spread in his stomach, and he screamed noiselessly, the sound ripped from his mouth by a hot wind that seared agonisingly against his lips, shredding away the soft skin. He felt his clothes tearing and breaking, and then his skin peeling off, his blood vapourising.

Soon all substance was torn viciously from his body. If it had been real life Lumbar would have died ages ago, but he was still looking on, a third person bird’s eye view, watching the few scraps that were left of his own dream body spiralling ever downwards.

The heat was becoming unbearable in the dream. The darkness was seething with tension and flame and... malice. Lumbar felt that there were eyes all around, watching him. He tried to cast his vision towards them but could not, still facing down.

And then the darkness fell away, replaced by blinding orange light and the twinkling of stars. Lumbar squinted and could make out that the source of the light was a huge spiral of gas and colour, spinning slowly, mesmerisingly, coils of energy curling ever inwards to the object’s volcanic heart.


Lumbar gazed into its centre and felt an invisible tug pull at him. Beckoning. He did not resist and subsuquently found himself being sucked at an alarming velocity towards that core of radiance.

In and in he went, space whooshing dizzily past him in flashes of white and orange and black and grey and red as the speed of his summons increased. He felt himself spin and screamed and thrashed but it was no good. Although it was his dream he had no control whatsoever over where he went and where he didn’t. It was more like a vision than a dream.

He saw that the heart of the spiral was close now, so very close, looming up in terrible fire. He dizzily took in that he was going to go inside before this event actually occurred and he plunged headfirst into the depths of the great furnace.

Lumbar looked around. Greyness. Dark, unseeing greyness, clouding his vision. Nothing, empty. A vaccuum.

But it wasn’t empty.

For suddenly, looming up, a great shadow of despair, was a figure. A figure radiating such malice and evil that Lumbar’s head began to spin. He looked right at it but could not distinguish any features at all. The shape was cloaked in secrecy. But somehow he sensed.

Sensed that it no longer waited in the dark.

It was coming.


Turning towards him.

He screamed suddenly, and felt himself flying upwards, flying out of the grey mist of his dream. But before he went, he heard the shadow in the mist cry up at him — a terrible, echoing cry that pierced his heart and shook him to the core, a voice carrying ancient, implacable menace and overwhelming, uncontrollable hatred for all living things that ran amok beneath its deathly shadow.

‘Even now my slaves come, risen from their chains of stone and fire, crawling from their endless hibernation up towards me. The worlds will fall as the Cataclysm approaches. I am the Destroyer. And all. Will be. DESTROYED!!!!!!!!!!!’

With that last word Lumbar’s dream changed, and, for one split second, he saw a sheet of flame, behind which loomed a great red face. Fanged and twisted — and it roared.

And then Lumbar was out. Back to Arkasaln, and the world of the living.

But what the figure had said was true.

The Cataclysm was approaching.

And sooner or later, it would arrive.


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Chapter 3: Hologram Generator

Author's Notes: In which several screams are wasted...


Hologram Generator

Jimbob and Rose were screaming for a very good reason. Likewise, the Doctor had said that the planet Arkasaln was extremely illogical for a very good reason.

For, glinting in the hash glare of five burning red suns, liquid fire streaming across horns and spikes and sickeningly over-muscled flesh, looming up, roaring its unquenchable, endless rage out to the universe, stood the Beast.

Jimbob had never actually seen the Beast before, having not been present with the Doctor and Rose on the Impossible Planet, but had heard the Doctor and his companion discussing it many times, and had been shown TARDIS data files of it from when the time machine was buried at the heart of Krop Tor with the creature. So he roughly knew what to look for, and had, in a heart-stopping twist of fate and improbabilty, had found it.

Jimbob’s hand tightened on the trigger of his plasma pistol. A beam of glittering, colourless radiance slashed from the tip of the gun and collided with the Beast’s rippling, tree-trunk thigh.

And, to his utmost surprise and sudden delight, without a single roar of protest, without one tiny act of defiance against the TARDIS and its crew, the gigantic demon vanished. It simply faded away into the air as if it had never stood there.

Rose’s mouth closed in astonishment. Slowly, after she had recovered from the initial shock of seeing the Beast, who had apparently met his demise back on Krop Tor, suddenly alive and well, she looked around, first at the Doctor — then at Jimbob.

‘What the hell just happened?’ Rose inquired to no one in particular.

Jimbob let his hand go slack in relief and incredulity, hangly limply by his side, still attached to his plasma pistol. ‘The Beast.... I shot it... It just.... vanished.’

‘That’s what’s fishy about it,’ the Doctor said. He walked out of the TARDIS and touched the space of air which the Beast had occupied mere seconds ago. ‘I mean, the Beast appearing in itself is fishy, but how Jimbob dispatched such a titanic creature with one measly little plasma shot is fishy in a league of its own...’

‘What’s that down there?’ Jimbob pointed with his free hand to a point around a metre away from the Doctor and the TARDIS. Nestled in the dust and pebbles lay a curious looking oval shaped device.

Rose stared at it, before hurrying out of the TARDIS to join the Doctor and to take a closer look. ‘But that looks like... one of those things in the TARDIS console... Doctor...’

‘Yes,’ the Doctor replied grimly, staring at the object.

‘What is it?’ Jimbob asked again, finally leaving the TARDIS. He closed the doors behind him, but stayed hovering around the doors nervously as if any moment now another horror from a past adventure would randomly decide to manifest itself.

‘It’s a hologram generator,’ the Doctor said, holding the device up to the slashing light of the suns. ‘But why use a hologram of the Beast to scare us off? And how come whatever generated the hologram knew about us and our experiences with our big red friend?’

‘Well are there any towns or people near us?’ Rose asked the Doctor who was still examining the hologram generator closely.

‘Yes,’ replied the Doctor, still not looking at her. ‘Few miles away. Village of Akkatris. Around twenty or so villagers.’

‘Then we should go there, to ask about what’s happening,’ Rose stated.

‘I sense a trap,’ Jimbob intoned darkly.

The Doctor finally managed to drag his eyes away from the generator to face Rose and Jimbob brightly. ‘So do I,’ he spoke. ‘When are we going?’


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Chapter 4: Across the Desert

Author's Notes: In which an old enemy returns...


Across the Desert

The team of time travellers marched solemnly across Arkasaln. Well, not particularly solemnly. In fact they were cracking up at every illogical thing they saw. These included — what appeared to be a packed lunch box lying randomly upon a rock, a grey goat-fungus thing with seven eyes and a now legendary waterfall of orange squash.

Still, despite the hysterics, the trio of heroes still managed to look like a formidable crew that meant business, trekking across the desert, the breeze blowing the sand to whip and toss around their ankles.

Suddenly, the sand attacks got worse. Much worse. The dust and coloured grit began to swirl an grip tightly at Rose’s legs. She exclaimed meaninglessly. The Doctor was alerted to this and dived towards her. However the sand tripped him up and he fell just short of Rose, who was now helplessly attempting to remove the tentacles of sand from her legs as they began to drag her down...

‘ROSE!’ yelled Jimbob, and leapt forward. As he did so, the sand attacks suddenly stopped. The tendrils of dust snaked back into the soil where they belonged.

‘What the hell was that?’ Jimbob asked, still shaking with shock. ‘And why did it stop all of a sudden?’

‘I... don’t... have a clue,’ gasped the Doctor, brushing off his hair as he levered himself up.

‘But I bet I do,’ Rose said grimly, staring to a point behing the Doctor and Jimbob. They both turned around. The Doctor exclaimed and jumped back. Jimbob lashed out his plasma pistol.

Looming in front of them, standing atop the sand, terribly passionate and emphatic as ever, four Daleks screamed out their endless cry. ‘IT IS THE DOCTOR ENEMY NUMBER ONE EXTERMINATE HIM EXTERMINATE EXTERMINATE EX-TER-MIN-ATE!!!’

The Doctor had by now lost the initial shock of meeting his old enemy again, and a creeping suspicion was growing in his mind. ‘Well go on then, do your worst, you cowards!’

‘What are you doing?’ Rose screamed at him. Jimbob had backed away uncertainly, grasping his plasma pistol, leaving the Doctor to whatever he thought he was doing.

When Rose got no response, and the Daleks kept on chanting, she rushed over and stood in front of the Doctor, grabbing him by the sides, protecting him. ‘Oi!’ she cried out to the Daleks. If you wanna shoot him you’re gonna have to kill me first!’


Gradually she felt a gentle pressure on both her hands, and a soft, affectionate laugh on the back of her neck. ‘How romantic of you, Rose,’ the Doctor chuckled. ‘Unfortunately heroism isn’t needed at this time of day.’

Rose turned to him, a little angrily. ‘I’m trying to save your life here!’

Rose loved it that even when she was being a little bit stupid or stubborn, the Doctor was always so gentle with her. He softly lifted her hands from their tight grip on his coat. ‘I appreciate that when it’s needed. But look at them. The Daleks.’

Rose turned again, and saw that the Daleks were still yelling ‘EXTERMINATE!’

‘Well shouldn’t they have shot us by now?’ she inquired tentatively.

The Doctor nodded. ‘That’s exactly the point.’ He spun round to face Jimbob, who had been impassive all this time. ‘Jimbob, you wouldn’t be so kin as to lend me a hand, would you? Or pistol, if you like.’

Jimbob, with a small smirk, stepped forward and placed his plasma pistol into the Doctor’s palm. The Time Lord took hold of it and fired one shot at the Dalek in front.

The ray of light passed right through the creature.

Rose twigged. ‘It’s a hologram, like the last one. A trick.’

‘Yup!’ the Doctor confirmed. He fired another beam at the Dalek, but this time at its base, where metal met sand. This time the Dalek simply blinked out of existence.

‘Hole in one!’ the Doctor exclaimed.

‘That’s golf, not shooting,’ Rose giggled.

‘Same difference,’ he replied. ‘But the moral of the story is, if we ever come across a hologram again, shoot the hologram generator. It’s always at the bottom of the image.’ He pointed to the smoking oval shaped device lying on the ground.

‘Is that what I did with the image of the Beast?’ Jimbob asked.

‘Yes,’ the Doctor nodded.

‘But what about the sand?’ Rose questioned. ‘What the hell happened?’

‘I think our friend Jimbob must have stepped on the generator, so the machine couldn’t broadcast upwards. The power coming from the sides must have disturbed the already... illogical... sand. As soon as Jimbob leapt off to rescue you, the generator could broadcast again, the sand stopped attacking and the Daleks appeared.’

‘So that’s another problem sorted,’ Jimbob said, satisfied.

‘But you know what they always say?’ the Doctor asked rhetorically. ‘One problem always leads to another. And I’ve got a feeling they’re right. We’ve only got a five minute walk to the nearest village.’

‘What’s so bad about that?’ asked Jimbob.

‘I’ve got a sinking feeling. Someone really doesn’t want us to be here. Trying to scare us off - twice now - with holograms. We’ve got to find out why. Before all hell breaks loose.’


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