Series 1 Episode 7
The two men walked speedily down the vast corridor, dodging and jostling through the crowds of workers, soldiers and officers. One was the superior, the other the secretary.
“Make sure these files get back to London ASAP,” the superior ordered, his crisp black suit shimmering in the powerful lighting emitted from the high roof.
“Yes sir,” the secretary replied, taking the files handed to him and balancing them on top of the high pile of papers he already carried in his hands. “What of the latest status report sir?”
“Mr Hardy contacted me directly this morning,” the superior replied, “it is not to be sent to London for another couple of days. After the business in the hotel we can’t allow anything to leak into the public, otherwise we could be facing another panic.”
“Yes sir, noted sir.”
They turned and walked through a pair of massive steel doors, hissing as they opened, to reveal a giant hallway littered with tables and work stations.
“And if London asks for the status report, tell them they’ll get it when Mr Hardy says they get it. And…” The superior noticed his secretary’s attention was elsewhere. “Are you paying attention Mister Jones?” His secretary didn’t answer, his gaze locked forwards, his mouth open. “Mister Jones?!”
“Look, sir,” he stuttered, pointing forwards. The superior frowned and turned, his mouth gaping open also.
“It can’t be,” he gasped.
Before them stood a blue box, the words Police Public Call Box on the top of it. One of the double doors opened and out came a man in a black velvet jacket. He saw them, smiled and offered his hand.
“Hello, pleased to meet you,” he said, “I’m the Doctor.”
“And you are?” the Doctor asked, withdrawing his hand after there was no handshake. There came no answer as Alana emerged from the Tardis, followed closely by Farol. They looked around to see everyone inside the hallway staring at them and the Doctor.
“Do you know these people Doctor?” Alana asked as Farol peered around, taking in the surroundings.
“Don’t ask me,” the Doctor replied. “Never seen them before in my lives.”
“We have had, encounters, with you in the past,” the black suited man replied.
“Oh?” the Doctor replied.
“What?” the Doctor snapped.
“What’s Torchwood?” Farol asked, pointing at the back wall of the hall. The Doctor’s eyes widened his mouth gaping open. He turned quickly and followed Farol’s line of sight.
On the rear wall, in massive black font, was written the words, “The Torchwood Institute.” The Doctor spun back around to face the two men.
“Torchwood,” he said. “We meet again.”
“The pleasure is all yours, Doctor,” the black suited man replied. “Unfortunately for you Doctor, we do not share the privilege.” He grabbed a device at his belt and pressed a button, causing a red light to flash.
Suddenly dozens of armed soldiers came running through the doors, taking up positions with the Doctor and his companions in their line of fire.
“What…” Alana started.
“Nothing personal Doctor,” the black suited man replied. “I hope you won’t take it so, as I am a great fan of yours. That business with the werewolf, fantastic and…”
“It was a lupine wavelength haemovariform actually,” the Doctor snapped. “And I will take this personally.”
“Oh well,” the black suited man replied. He clicked his fingers and an armed officer walked forwards.
“Thomas, take the Doctor to see Mister Hardy would you?”
“By the way Doctor,” the man continued as the soldiers gestured the travellers forward, “my name is Jacob, Mister Gideon Jacob.”
“I’ll bare that in mind,” the Doctor replied vaguely.
“He didn’t look like the Doctor,” the secretary said after the travellers had left.
“Why do you think I’ve had him taken into custody Jones?” Jacob replied.
Hardy was reading a report when the Doctor, alone, was led through into his office. Farol and Alana were kept outside for unknown reasons. Hardy looked up to see who had been brought in. The Doctor simply seemed to ignore the guard behind him and went back to his typical care free manner.
“I’m the Doctor,” he said smiling and offering his hand. Hardy, unlike Jacob, shook it as he stood up to welcome his guest, a frown across his face. “You’re Mister Hardy I presume.”
“Mister Richard Hardy,” he replied. “I’ll settle for `sir` however.”
“Then you won’t be settled,” the Doctor replied simply, sitting down.
“Take seat why don’t you,” Hardy said, sitting back down.
“So, tell me, what is Torchwood exposing the planet to this time, hmm? Cyber-Men again? Daleks? Something new? Well let me tell you, I’ve traversed this galaxy for centuries, I’d be surprised if you found anything I haven’t yet seen.”
“You talk like you’re going to be stopping here,” Hardy replied.
“I’m not leaving till I know exactly what you’re up to.”
“You are wrong,” Hardy told him.
“We’ll see,” the Doctor replied stonily. He then smiled back at him again.
“Who are you?” Hardy asked.
“I told you, I’m the Doctor.”
“You’re wrong, again.”
“I beg your pardon,” the Doctor scoffed. “Who do you think you are?”
“You are not the Doctor, you look nothing like him.” A look of realisation crossed the Doctor’s face.
“Ooohhhh, of course,” the Doctor said. He laughed.
“Typical Torchwood,” the Doctor explained. “You claim to be protecting the now non-existent British Empire from alien threats, yet you are unable to even fully know what your greatest threat is. I am a Time Lord, Mister Hardy, I regenerate. When I am to die, I don’t I simply get a new body, a new face, a new life. I’ve had ten so far, this being my eleventh, and may I say the best yet. I do, however, have only two more left so I have no intention of dying any time soon.”
“I don’t believe you.” The Doctor leaned forwards.
“Then don’t,” he whispered, before sitting back and smiling. “You could always check my heart beat.”
“Get a doctor in here,” Hardy said down an intercom.
“So, where are we?” Hardy looked into the eyes of the eleventh Doctor.
“I see no harm in telling you,” he replied. “We are on the moon.” The Doctor raised an eyebrow.
“And how did you manage that in the year 2008?”
“Torchwood has access to advanced alien technology. Things fall to Earth all the time, asteroids, comets, spaceships. Of course, due to the Earth’s magnetic field these things always tend fall over America. If their government knew about it, they’d be even more arrogant then they are now. So we always get there first, convince everyone that those who have `seen` the UFO’s are crazy, or insane. We’ve gotten quite good at it.”
“You haven’t answered my question,” the Doctor replied.
“How astute,” Hardy snapped snidely. The Doctor smiled, Hardy clearly didn’t like a challenge.
The doors slid open and in walked a white coated man, with a stethoscope around his neck, carrying a case.
“Ah, hello doctor,” Hardy said.
“Hello,” the Doctor said back. Hardy shot him a look.
“Doctor Cheng, please inspect this man. I’d like you to listen to his heart.”
“S,” the Doctor added.
Cheng put down his case and did as he was ordered. He frowned as he heard what sounded like more than one heart.
“Mr Hardy, sir, this man…” Cheng placed the stethoscope on the left of the Doctor’s chest and suddenly withdrew. “This man has two hearts.” The Doctor smiled at Hardy.
“So you are the Doctor,” Hardy replied.
“I sure am Dick,” the Doctor replied. Hardy sneered at what he knew was a jibe, infuriated even further by the Doctor’s smug smile. “You never answered my question.”
“No, I didn’t. That will be all Doctor Cheng.” Cheng left hurriedly. “You too private.” The soldier turned hesitantly and also left the two alone.
“Then there were two.”
“I don’t know what it is you want Doctor, but the last time you encountered us…”
“You nearly caused the extinction mankind if I remember rightly,” the Doctor interrupted.
“I am talking,” Hardy snapped.
“As am I!” the Doctor shouted, jumping to his feet. “So you just shut up and listen! I want to know how you got here and why you are here, right now. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are above me because there is no higher authority. I am the last Time Lord, do you understand, and I demand to know what your business is here on the moon!”
“I have a dozen armed guards outside just…”
“I don’t care,” the Doctor interrupted.
“I’m not going to tell you a thing.”
“Then I shall find out myself.”
“I’ll have you arrested.” The Doctor smiled.
“We both know that would be pointless, none of your prisons could hold me.”
“Then I shall have your companions arrested.” The Doctor’s face dropped. It was now Hardy’s turn to smile. “Bring them in,” he said down the intercom.
Again the doors opened as Alana and Farol were both forced into the room, the two guards standing just behind them.
“Leave them out of this,” the Doctor said.
“No,” Hardy replied simply. “So who do we have here? I recognise your face,” he said, looking at Alana. “Ah yes, the manager in the hotel incident. I remember UNIT got there before we did, the idiots didn’t even manage to keep the Doctor there.”
“UNIT are far better than you will ever…”
“UNIT have since been disbanded Doctor,” Hardy replied. “I made sure of that myself.” He turned back to Alana. “How did you come to travel with him? With the Doctor?”
“Don’t say a thing Alana,” the Doctor replied. Hardy smiled.
“This means you were taken unwillingly. It is of no consequence, merely curiosity. But you…” Hardy turned to Hanson. “I don’t know you. Who are you?”
“Doctor?” Hanson asked.
“Your name may carry some weight Farol,” the Doctor said, “mine should, but it doesn’t.”
“Farol Hanson, Galactic Secret Service.” Hardy laughed.
“Ridiculous, there is no such thing.”
“What makes you say that Hardy?” the Doctor replied.
“We would have heard of it.”
“You seem pretty sure. You underestimate yourselves. He’s my companion, and remember my Tardis is a time machine.”
“He’s from the future?”
“Fascinating.” Hardy nodded at his guards, one of them frisking Farol. They took out of his jacket his pistol and handed it to Hardy. He fired it at the wall, the laser bolt leaving a seared smell in the air. “Advanced technology, not only alien but from the future.”
“Give it him back,” the Doctor said forcefully. “Give it him back now.”
“You are in no position to be ord…”
“I SAID NOW!” the Doctor roared. Hardy was taken aback for a moment by this outburst. “Taking alien technology is one thing, but obtaining technology you aren’t supposed to have for thousands of years, that’s violating history and I can’t let that happen!”
“You have no choice Doctor,” Hardy replied. He placed the gun on the desk. “You asked why we were here, on the moon; I think I will tell you after all. Care for a tour?”
The four of them entered a massive room, inside of which were two huge drills, each one hundreds of feet tall.
“This is a mining operation Doctor,” Hardy informed the Time Lord.
“Mining for what?” Alana asked.
“Five years ago, our headquarters down in London obtained some rather advanced alien surveying technology. We immediately put it to use, scanning the nearest planets in the solar system.”
“What for?” the Doctor asked.
“Anything,” Hardy answered. “Life, vegetation, water, more technology. One of the masses we scanned was the moon, it being the closest to Earth. We found something rather interesting.”
“We scanned beneath the surface and discovered, well, an egg of sorts.”
“An egg?” the Doctor asked as they walked over to a scanner, Hardy inputting several commands.
A picture of the moon appeared before becoming a cross section. It showed a line going from the surface deep into the centre of the moon where it stopped and a light began to flash.
The picture zoomed in to reveal what appeared to be an egg shaped metal object buried deep within the crust.
“A metal egg,” Hardy said. The Doctor put on his glasses and inspected the image closely, a frown across his face.
“What is it?” Alana asked.
“Believe it or not, I have no idea,” the Doctor replied.
“Neither did we Doctor,” Hardy said. “This is why we at once began to prepare for this operation. We pulled together all of our resources and managed to send, into space, undetected due to this rather clever stealth technology we found, a series of manned rockets which then built the foundations of this facility. It took a number of years to perfect it but soon the operation was underway.”
“How far down have you drilled?” the Doctor asked.
“One more session and we’re there Doctor,” Hardy informed him. He began to smile. “Soon we will find it, and who knows what it will do for the Empire.”
“And when, exactly, is the next session?”
Suddenly an alarm began to blare, the lights dimmed as red icons began to flash along the walls.
“Guess,” Farol said.
“Would you care to accompany me to the viewing balcony Doctor?” Hardy said walking off, the Doctor and his companions following closely.
“Is it bad Doctor?” Alana asked quietly.
“I have never seen anything like it before,” the Doctor whispered back, “so yes it probably is.”
The drills moaned into action rather loudly. Luckily the viewing booth was sound proof. The Doctor stood leaning forwards against the window sill, peering through the glass worriedly. Hardy stood further back, arms folded, and a smile across his face. Alana and Farol were stood watching a computer screen.
“Time to witness history in the making Doctor,” Hardy said happily.
“Oh that’s nothing new for me Richard,” the Doctor replied. Hardy seemed annoyed at the use of his first name.
The drills soon disappeared from view and the Doctor walked over to the computer screen, pushing his companions aside. Alan sighed in annoyance. This Doctor obviously had little, if any, manners. The picture showed the drill icon going rather quickly down the corridor they had already created. They suddenly slowed down considerably.
“They’ve hit the remaining crust,” a worker reported from another computer. “Temperature steady, speed remaining constant.”
“Does anyone else have a bad feeling about this?” Farol asked, unable to ignore the chills running down his spine.
Suddenly the drill icons stopped moving.
“We’ve entered the perimeter,” the worker reported. “Drills are withdrawing.”
“Ready the hoist,” another worker said.
Inside the great room a massive machine moved across so it hung above the corridor. The drills reappeared and were taken away on large, slow moving conveyor belts. A great hiss sounded and the giant claw like machine was soon hidden within the corridor, plunging towards the metal egg.
“My name will go down in history, as the catalyst for the New British Empire.”
The Doctor thought about how he had heard men say very similar things before in the past. They had all ended up in a grave. He concentrated on the monitor where the giant hoist seemed to be enfolding the egg.
Soon it was on its way back up, going slowly as to not risk damaging the egg. Here was when Gideon Jacob entered.
“How is it going?” he asked.
“We will be there soon Gideon,” Hardy said. “Soon we will become legends” Gideon said nothing but simply waited. His only interest was the betterment of the Institute to which he had dedicated his life. He didn’t care about legends and history.
“Here it comes,” someone said.
Steam began to rise out of the corridor as the slow moving hoist appeared. The Doctor ran back over to the view screen and soon his eyes were wide open, his mouth gaping. The hoist was holding no egg, but a steel cloister of spheres.
“What is that?” Hardy asked confused.
“Your computers were too primitive to give you the proper image,” the Doctor mumbled.
“What is it Doctor?” Alana asked.
“It certainly isn’t an egg,” Farol commented.
“No it isn’t,” the Time Lord went on, “it’s a Raston Cloister.”
“A what?” Gideon asked.
“A Raston Cloister,” Hardy repeated in a gasp. He didn’t know what it was, but it sounded powerful. The Doctor turned to face him.
“Send it back,” he said.
“What?” Hardy replied.
“Trust me, send it back now.”
“Why would I do that?” Hardy said. “I will open Doctor, and use the contents to become legend.”
“You can’t” the Doctor gasped. “You don’t actually intend to open that thing?”
“Why else would I have wanted to retrieve Doctor?”
“You open that and you will unleash the most lethal technology known to exist.”
“It’ll kill you all Hardy!” the Doctor snapped.
“I have enough men in this base to take down an entire army Doctor, if whatever inside does intend to kill us it will bite off more than it can chew.”
“For god’s sake man listen to me! The thing inside of there is more lethal than you know! It doesn’t matter if you have ten thousand armies you will not win!”
“You’ll forgive me if I don’t take your word for it Doctor,” Hardy said, turning and leaving, followed by a dozen workers.
“What is inside it Doctor?” Gideon asked.
“Death,” the Time Lord answered as he strode past him. Gideon looked back at Alana and Farol before following.
“If you open that thing Hardy…”
“Shut up Doctor!” Hardy snapped, “Or I will have you taken into custody!” He turned as the Raston Cloister was lowered onto the floor. It was surprisingly small, large enough to fit in around three humans. “Open it up,” Hardy ordered.
Several men ran forward carrying blow torches and saws and equipment. All were used, and all had no effect.
“We can’t get inside sir,” someone said. Hardy barged his way forwards and examined the cloister.
“Open it Doctor,” he spat. The Doctor looked back at Hardy bewildered.
“If you think I’m opening that thing for you are mistaken.” Hardy pulled out a gun and aimed it at the Time Lord, a look of impatience on his face.
“I’ve been waiting to get hold of this thing for the past five years and you will not deny me Doctor!”
“Typical ape,” the Doctor spat. “If it doesn’t work shoot it! Well guess what? If you shoot me then you are certainly not getting into that thing!”
“Oh but I won’t shoot you Doctor.” Hardy turned and pressed the nozzle of the gun against Alana’s cheek. “If you don’t open the Cloister, I will kill your companion,” he explained with a smug smile. The Doctor sneered and looked into Alana’s eyes. She shook her head. Hardy pulled back the safety catch. The Doctor sighed and took out his sonic screwdriver, approaching the Cloister.
He put his hands on the warm exterior and inspected the outside. He looked down either side and saw no immediate way of unlocking it. He sighed.
“You have two minutes Doctor,” Hardy snapped.
“Lucky me,” he mumbled. He inspected the rear two sections of the cloister before returning to the front. Slowly he ran his big and index finger across the top until he found a small indentation. He smiled. He pressed the sonic screwdriver up against it and used it.
The Doctor stepped backwards as several mechanisms worked and steam hissed as the front section halved, the top half moving upwards as if on hinges. Hardy threw Alana into Farol and walked forward, smiling inanely.
“History and legend and myth are mine,” he said. He turned to the Doctor. “You have made me famous Doctor, famous forever.” The Doctor smiled and shook his head.
“You have no idea what is upon us now,” he said. “You will go down in history. Dead men are always the most famous.” Hardy ignored the Time Lord and turned back to the Cloister.
From the steam a bent figure emerged, slowly straightening up before surveying the room.
“What ever happens you two, do not move,” the Doctor whispered to his companions. “Not a muscle, what ever happens.”
“My name is Richard Hardy, representing the Torchwood Institute. I have awoken you. You will recognise me as your commander.”
The Raston Warrior Robot peered at him, tilting its head as if it was confused. It appeared like a human clad all in shiny black, but instead of a face it had nothing, just an unmarked shiny black helmet. A series of whirring and clicking sounds replied.
“I….I don’t understand you,” Hardy said. “Do you speak English?” Again more whirring and clicking. “Please, tell me, what it is…”
Suddenly the Robot raised one arm speedily and a laser bolt shot from its wrist. An explosion erupted from Hardy’s chest, his sentence interrupted by a scream of pain. His lifeless body fell to the floor.
The Robot soon began firing lasers at anything that moved. Soldiers and workers and officers fell to the floor as the Robot shot down everything in its path. An alarm soon began to sound as more troops ran in.
The Robot jumped up into the air and vanished. The firing stopped and there was a tense pause.
“Doctor, we have to run,” Alana said.
“No, don’t move,” he said. “Nobody move a muscle!” he shouted. “It has no photoreceptors, its vision works on motion detection. If you don’t move it doesn’t see you!”
The tense silence continued everyone hesitant to simply breathe. The soldiers kept peering around to see where the Robot would appear next. They didn’t have to wait long.
The Robot appeared behind them, but didn’t shoot. It looked around as if in confusion.
“See, it can’t see you if you don’t move,” the Doctor said.
“Where is it?” one of the soldiers asked nervously.
“It’s behind you but…” The Doctor didn’t have time to finish.
The soldier spun around and began firing frantically, causing those behind him to jump to one side. The bullets simply bounced off of the Robot ineffectively. The Robot fired lasers rapidly, again at anything that moved. Soon every soldier in the room had turned into a lifeless, motionless smoking corpse. After the massacre the Robot stood, poised to attack again.
After a moment of nothing the Robot lowered its arms and walked over to a computer and started to input commands.
“I thought you said it couldn’t see unless something was moving?” Alana asked.
“It can pick up on certain wavelengths, different types of electrical signals. Of course the Torchwood computers would be alien in origin, so the Robot can probably detect that wavelength.”
“Either way its occupied Doctor,” Farol said. “Now’s our chance, come on.” He turned and began to run off.
“Farol, no!” the Doctor shouted. The Robot’s head jerked up. The Doctor ran after Farol as the Robot’s arm swung around, firing a laser at Farol. The Doctor managed to pull Farol down just avoiding the laser, the two flying through the air and thudding to the ground.
The Robot paused for a moment and then returned to its work.
“You idiot!” the Doctor panted. “I told you that thing goes on motion detection, it doesn’t have a line of sight, it has three hundred and sixty degree vision! You can’t trick it.”
“Doctor…” Alana said, moving a leg backwards.
“Alana, stop there now! Stop right now, don’t move!” the Doctor snapped. Again the Robot’s head jerked up.
It turned around and walked slowly forwards, approaching Alana. It stopped directly in front of her, its face nearly touching her nose. Alana panted heavily as whirring and clicking noises sounded. It tilted its head.
“Alana, do nothing,” the Doctor said. She squeaked in reply. The Robot seemed to be staring her in the eye. It went to see if it could feel anything in the air before it when a soldier moaned and began crawling towards his gun.
The Robot’s arm shot up into position, a laser streaming at the soldier who died with a plume of smoke. As the laser flew through the air Alana let out a scream. It was after the soldier was dead that the Robot looked in his direction before turning back to Alana, though it could not see her.
“This thing isn’t easily fooled,” the Doctor whispered. “They’ve evolved.”
“What do you mean?” Farol asked.
“It would have lost interest by now, the old version. But this one isn’t going to give up, it knows she’s there it just can’t see her.”
“So what do we do?”
The Doctor slowly reached into his pocket and grabbed his sonic screwdriver. Again very slowly so as not to alert the Robot, he lifted it into the air and aimed it at the computer it had been working on, hoping beyond hope this would work. He activated the screwdriver. As the Doctor sent sonic waves to the computer the head of the Robot began to jerk, as if having a spasm, until something buzzed on the computer terminal and the Doctor deactivated the screwdriver.
The Robot spun around and turned to the Cloister as the remaining two pods began to open, the same hiss, the same steam. It walked over and waited for its two silver companions to emerge.
“We’re going to have to risk it!” the Doctor shouted over the noise. “Alana head for the main entrance, we’ll be right behind you!” He turned to Farol. “Get up, slowly.” The two men began to get to their feet as slowly as they could, Alana just as slowly edging towards the main entrance. “When I say run, run,” the Doctor said. “Ready and…”
“FIRE!” a voice shouted from the main entrance. A hail of bullets whizzed through the air heading for the Robot. They brushed off of the chassis. The Robot spun and began to fire lasers. The soldiers took cover behind the wall, although some of them got hit. The Robot turned back. “Doctor, run!” Gideon Jacob ordered from the doorway.
The Doctor and his companions took off for the door as fast as they could, making sure they were out of the line of fire. The Robot turned.
“FIRE!” Gideon ordered again.
Another storm of metal shot at the Robot, distracting it. It went for its most immediate threat, firing lasers at the troops and killing another couple. It turned back around and by this point the Doctor, Alana and Farol had reached the other side of the doors, which slammed shut and sealed themselves.
“Gideon Jacob you have redeemed yourself sir,” the Doctor panted. “Now come on, we’d better get out of here before they get through.”
“Oh don’t worry Doctor,” Gideon replied. “Those doors are deadlock sealed, there’s no way it can get through.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Farol said. “Doctor, you said they.” Both Farol and Gideon looked at the Doctor for an explanation.
“I had to open the other pods to distract that thing so it wouldn’t kill Alana,” the Doctor said as he began to get his breath back. “There’s going be three of them.” Something struck him.
“You unleashed another two!?” Gideon exclaimed.
“There wouldn’t be a single one if it wasn’t for you lot!” Farol spat back.
“Where the hell did you get the technology for a deadlock seal?” the Doctor asked.
“If it’s alien it’s ours,” Gideon replied. “Your little escapade with the Krillitanes at the public school did not go unnoticed Doctor.” The Doctor shook his head in disbelief.
“Well look it’s irrelevant anyway,” he said, “Those things will just transport past any obstruction, deadlock sealed or not.”
“They truly are unstoppable,” Gideon replied.
“Oh nothing is unstoppable Gideon,” the Doctor replied.
“Are we going to run or what?” Alana snapped barging past them. “Where’s the safest room in this place?” Gideon thought for a moment.
“The research lab, it’s armed with DefCon 10,” he said. “This way.” He ran off, followed closely by the remaining soldiers and Alana.
“Did you really mean that Doctor?” Farol asked. “There is a way of stopping these things?”
“As I said Farol,” the Doctor replied, “nothing’s unstoppable.” He turned to run off before turning back. “Unless you’re me of course,” he added with a smile. “Come on.” The two of them ran after the others.
Not long after their departure the three Raston Warrior Robots emerged from the other side of the doors. They communicated briefly before walking elegantly after their pray.
The doors slammed shut behind Farol, automatically sealing themselves with a deadlock. Farol found himself confronted with a massive stairwell. The Doctor was peering over the edge looking both up and down.
“Which way do we go?” he asked.
“If we want to get to the labs we go down,” he said. “But surely it doesn’t matter, I mean we will have lost them by now right?”
“How many times do I keep telling you?” the Doctor snapped. “These things are nigh on perfect, they won’t stop till everything in this building is burning or smouldering or smoking! They will kill all of us, and then move onto wherever suits them next. In fact by now I bet they’ve exterminated half of the personnel in this place, now we go to the labs.”
“This way,” Gideon said, heading down the stairs two at a time. Alana was close behind him, and then came the Doctor and Farol with the remaining soldiers bringing up the rear.
As they reached the floor where the labs were located one of the Robots appeared.
“Don’t move!” the Doctor snapped at once. The Robot hesitated for a moment and looked around. After it detected nothing it disappeared again.
The Doctor barged his way to the front.
“So much for being perfect Doctor,” Gideon replied.
“You are really starting to irritate me little man,” the Doctor snapped as he pulled out the sonic screwdriver.
“It couldn’t even see us for pities sake!”
“It may still be about! Damn Torchwood and their `failsafe` systems,” the Doctor snapped replacing the screwdriver as it failed to open the door.
“I though the screwdriver could open anything?” Alana butted in.
“Anything that’s been deadlock sealed can’t be opened through sonic waves,” the Doctor explained. “You can never get anything right can you?” he snapped at Gideon, who looked back at him hopelessly.
Suddenly the Robot appeared one floor below them.
“Time to go up!” the Doctor shouted running off. Alana and Farol soon followed. The Robot detected the movement and leaped up to their level.
“Keep it occupied,” Gideon ordered, before taking two men with him and following the Doctor.
They had gotten three levels up when they heard the gunfire be replaced with screams. Alana looked back, feeling sorry for the dead.
“Keep going Alana,” the Doctor said pushing her in front of him. “The further we get from that the better.” Gideon brushed past. “I hope you sentenced those men to death Jacob!” the Doctor snapped.
“You were the one who unleashed the last two Robots, Doctor, not me,” Gideon replied. “Oh and by the way, I’ve checked with the computer, we’re the only ones left.”
The Doctor stopped in his tracks. He’d done it again. He let those second two out and now everyone had died because of him. Just like before, everyone had died because of him. He seemed cursed. No matter how many times he tried to do the right thing, it always ended up in death.
“Come on Doctor!” Farol shouted from above. “It’s catching up!” The Doctor came to his senses and started running again, taking two steps at a time.
Soon they found themselves with a decision to make. They were faced with two sets of stairs.
“Which one do we take?” Alana asked.
“It’s coming!” Farol shouted from the edge of the top step.
“Come on, follow me,” Gideon said taking the left flight.
No sooner had they got half way up the black Robot appeared before them. It lifted its arms to fire.
“Back, back, back, back, back!” the Doctor snapped pushing Alana and Farol back down.
They got down back to the previous level and the Doctor went to run up the right staircase, only to see one of the Robots waiting at the top. He heard a scream as Gideon and the final soldier appeared.
“You let another one die?” the Doctor snapped.
“James was doing his job,” Gideon replied.
“That was Jimmy, sir,” the last soldier told him. “I’m James.” Gideon ignored him and went to go up the right hand staircase.
“It’s waiting for us,” the Doctor told him. “We stay on this level. Where’s the safest place up here?”
“Follow me,” Gideon said running off.
The Robot that had been chasing them reached the top stair and went to fire a laser, but it rebounded harmlessly off the wall as the survivors ran for their lives.
They turned a corner and Gideon was soon ahead of the pack, the last trooper bringing up the rear. Another corner was taken and they were faced by a long corridor of doors. Gideon skidded to a halt in front of one as the others ran past him.
“The armoury!” he panted. “Doctor, get us in here!”
The Doctor ran up to it and used his sonic screwdriver, running down the length of the joint between the two sliding doors. Nothing happened.
“Let me guess, deadlock sealed?” he said.
“It shouldn’t be,” Gideon frowned, accessing the computer terminal.
“Your gun,” Farol said. Gideon looked up at him. “Give me your gun.”
“Of course you have one. Hardy had one, you have one. Give it to me.”
“Damn it man I don’t have time to argue with you, your man can’t hold those things off alone!” Gideon sighed but reached into his jacket and handed his pistol over to Farol, who then took up position with the guard.
“Hurry up,” the Doctor snapped.
“Someone’s already been in here,” Gideon said. “That’s why the doors have been sealed. I think I can override it.”
“Get out of the way,” the Doctor snapped. He pushed Gideon away and ripped off the screen on the terminal, revealing dozens of tangled wires. He pushed his sonic screwdriver in amongst the wires and used it. They sparked and fused and the doors slid open.
“Well done,” Gideon said.
“Shut up and get inside,” barked the Doctor. “Come on, inside.” He pushed Alana in as the Robot turned around the corner. “You two get inside now!” He pulled them away and forced them inside. On the other side he did exactly the same to the terminal inside the room as he had done to the one outside a room, causing the doors to slam shut.
“It’ll just teleport inside,” Alana said.
The Doctor ignored her and walked over to another computer, accessing the main controls. He inputted several commands and every door on the corridor began to open and close and open and close, apart from theirs, before they all slammed shut again.
“Hopefully that will hold them off, confuse them a little,” the Doctor said.
“We’re going to die,” Gideon said. Everyone looked at him. “We’re just making it longer for ourselves.”
“Shut up,” the Doctor replied harshly.
“No!” Gideon shouted. “We are…
“I said shut up,” the Doctor roared. “Too many people have died today for you to say things like that! You let your own men die for pities sake so shut the hell up!”
Gideon laughed slightly and approached the Doctor confrontationally. He looked the Doctor up and down and sneered.
“Those people are dead because of you, not me,” he whispered. The Doctor’s face fell and he remained silent. “You were the one who opened the Cloister Doctor, not us. You let the first one out, then you let the next two and now everyone is dead, all because of you. So don’t lecture me.” Gideon turned and leant against the wall, staring into space. The Doctor slumped down in a nearby chair, also staring into nothingness. Alana sighed and shook her head.
“Maybe you’re right Jacob,” Alana said. “But if we are going to die here then we are not going to go down without a fight. Now is there anyway we can stop that thing from transporting through the door?” Gideon remained silent.
“Yes!” Farol said, clicking his fingers. “Of course! We need ion particles.”
“What?” Alana asked.
“Ion particles. If there is an excess of residual ionisation in the air then particle mechanics can’t work, that includes transporters! Gideon, do you have any weapons that use ionised energy?”
“The Tralen cannon,” James, the soldier, said. “We think it can be used to disable other ships, we detected ionised energy inside its cartridge. Over here.”
James led Farol over to a fairly large, powerful looking gun. Farol smiled. He had seen one before. He grabbed the weapon and used his knowledge to take it apart. He pulled out a small cylinder which seemed to be filled with a light blue liquid. He laughed and smashed it against the wall.
The almost gel like liquid stuck to the wall and began fell to the floor. There was a suddenly tingling in the air, as if dust had just been thrown into the air.
“Great!” Farol shouted. “Now the air’s bristling with ion particles! They can’t get in unless they blow the doors up!”
“How long would that take?” Alana asked. “With their lasers?”
“I don’t know, but I’m guessing not very long. Are there any weapons in here we can use against them?”
“Yeah, but…” James started.
“No,” Gideon interrupted. “They’re all dormant. Not active. Uncharged, unloaded.”
“What the hell are they there for then?” Farol said in exasperation.
“Inspection,” Gideon snapped back. “You don’t think we’d leave loaded alien weapons in here do you? Anyone could take over the station for god’s sake! Do you keep forgetting that this entire station is…”
“Meant to be failsafe, right,” Farol interrupted. “Well James and I’ll take up position in front of the doors and hope they don’t blast through. The rest of you had just better hide. If they get through, don’t move and hopefully they’ll lose interest.”
“Doctor?” Alana said approaching him. He had not done a thing since his argument with Gideon. “Do you know how long it would take for them to blast through those doors? Doctor?”
“I’ve done it again,” he said solemnly. “I can’t help myself can I?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I tried to do the right thing Alana, but now they are all dead. They are all gone because I let those killing machines out. I unleashed them.”
“Oh don’t listen to Gideon, he spouts no end of…”
“But he’s right.”
“You had no choice Doctor,” Alana said grabbing him by the shoulders and kneeling down so as to look him in the eyes. “They would have killed me.”
“I should have sacrificed you, I should have let you die, for the greater good,” the Doctor replied. Alana looked disgusted.
“I beg your pardon?” she said almost laughing in disbelief.
“There must have been a couple of hundred people in this place and we’re the only ones left. I should have let Hardy kill you, one life for a hundred. Surely that would be a fair trade.”
“How dare you?” Alana snapped. The Doctor looked up at her. “Who do you think you are? What right do you have to decide who lives and who dies?”
“You shook your own head when he told me to open the Cloister! You thought exactly what I just said!”
“It doesn’t matter,” Alana barked. “You have no right to decide whether or not to sacrifice me, especially when you do it without any thought for how I might feel about being given to a trio of invincible killing robots!” The Doctor did not say a thing but simply turned and leaned forwards against a wall.
There came a faint explosion from the other side of the door. A dent appeared as a bang sounded through the air.
“This is it,” Farol said, preparing himself for the coming fight.
“Look, Doctor,” Alana went on, turning him around, “this is beside the point. Yes a lot of people have died today, but not because of you. Ultimately the blame isn’t with you, it’s with Torchwood.”
“Is it hell!” Gideon snapped.
“Of course it is,” Alana snapped back. “If you hadn’t even have started the mining operation there would have been no Cloister for the Doctor to open! If you hadn’t threatened to kill me the Doctor wouldn’t have opened it! If you hadn’t done, what I am led to believe, is typical Torchwood none of this would have happened!”
“You’re right,” the Doctor mumbled. “She’s right, you’re right, of course you are!” Another bang sounded as another dint was made in the doors.
“How long do we have before they get through Doctor?” Alana pressed.
“Two minutes, at the most,” the Time Lord replied. He started to pace. Alana smiled at the thought of the real Doctor being back. “Now think, they have to have some form of weakness. What could it be?”
“Standing still,” Gideon said.
“If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!” the Doctor said in reply to Gideon’s sarcastic jibe. “No, wait, that’s Bambi isn’t it! Bambi, what a depressing film, I blame Bambi for everything that’s wrong in this world. I mean a film where…”
“Doctor!” Alana interrupted. “Stay on the point.”
“Right, yes, sorry, of course. Weakness, weakness, weakness…”
“Who created them? Maybe that could help us.”
“They were made by a sect called New Raston, during the Raston Civil War. Raston was destroyed in the Time War, the warlords wiped out but that was centuries after the first Robot was created. As far as the Raston Warlords are concerned they are perfect, so that doesn’t help at all I’m afraid.”
“Well ok, but…”
“Think Doctor!” Another bang sounded as the steel began to crack.
“They’ve almost broken through,” Farol said.
“They are Robots, which means some energy could disable them, paralyze them, or at the very least send them a bit wappy. Electrical energy won’t do a thing, as they are tuned into electrical frequencies, plasma energy we don’t have, but…that’s it! Sonic energy!” He pulled out the sonic screwdriver. “Of course, but it’s only a theory. I mean, it may not work.”
“Wait a minute, when you used your sonic screwdriver in the hanger its head sort of began to jerk, as if it had lost control,” Alana said. The Doctor looked at her as another bang opened a small hole in the door. Slowly a smile spread across his face. He grabbed her and planted a kiss on her cheek before embracing.
“My god, I knew you’d come in useful one day!” he said. He forced her away and started to rip open the inside of the computer.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she muttered. “Can’t you just use the screwdriver?”
“It’s not powerful enough,” the Doctor replied. “We need a bigger output; we need to drown them in sonic waves. That way it’s boom, boom and bye, bye Raston Warrior Robots, ha-ha!”
He tore open the casing of the computer modem and began to rip out the wires. He hooked the sonic screwdriver up to the motherboard. A larger hole was ripped in the door and James opened fire, pouring bullets through the hole. The Doctor attached wires to the screwdriver and inputted several commands into the computer.
“I need a gun!” he shouted over the gun fire. “Alana throw me one of those guns, any!”
Alana grabbed one of the inactive alien weapons and threw it over to the Doctor. He went to hook it up with more wires from within the monitor and he saw the weapon he was holding. He looked up at Gideon.
“This isn’t a weapon,” he said. “It’s a bloody hairdryer!” He tossed the utility to one side and Alana threw him another weapon. This time it was a gun and he hooked it up so the screwdriver would feed into it. He inputted more commands and hoped it would work.
He didn’t have time to test it however as the Robots broke through. The room filled with smoke as lasers shot through the air. Farol leap to the floor, pumping bullets at the killing machines but James got hit several times in the chest. He fell to the floor dead as the Robots emerged from the smoke.
“Get down!” the Doctor shouted as Farol went to get to his feet.
The Time Lord hit the return button and reached into the modem where he activated the screwdriver.
Sonic waves emitted from the nozzle of the gun, submerging the Robots in blue energy. They began to jerk and, as the Doctor has predicted, go `wappy` as lasers flew around the room. It was then that the black Robot’s head exploded and the other two ceased moving and fell motionlessly to the floor with a resounding clang.
The Doctor took his hand off of the screwdriver and pulled it out of the modem. He got to his feet and Alana embraced him with a hug.
“It’s over,” the Doctor sighed. “We did it. We survived.”
They walked back into the hall where they arrived, Farol going inside the Tardis while Alana waited at the doors.
“What are you going to do now?” the Doctor asked Gideon. “You are the sole survivor.”
“I know,” Gideon replied. “I’ll take one of the pods that lead directly to Earth, pre-set course and everything. It’s back to London I guess.” The Doctor nodded. He held out his hand.
“You were pretty useless at the end, but you weren’t all that bad Mister Jacob,” the Doctor said. Gideon took the offering and shook the hand of the last remaining Time Lord.
“The pleasure, in the end, was mine Doctor,” Gideon said. The Doctor nodded and walked back towards the Tardis.
It was then that Farol emerged, carrying a bag with him. The Doctor frowned.
“Going somewhere?” the Doctor asked.
“It’s clear this Torchwood Institute needs guidance Doctor,” Farol replied. “Today should never have happened. They’re delving into things they don’t understand. I can help them understand it, do things properly.”
“You’re leaving?” Alana asked, running forwards. Farol looked at her and smiled warmly.
“Alana, you’ve been like a sister. But you forget my travelling with you was an assignment. I know now I’m unlikely to get back to my job. I can at least go back to something similar. You don’t need protecting, I can see that now.” He used his free arm to hug her. “Keep him safe,” he whispered in her ear.
“I will,” Alana replied, a small tear in her eye. Farol turned to the Doctor.
“It’s been fun Doctor,” he said. He held out his hand. “Good luck.” The Doctor looked at his hand and back in his eyes.
“Ditto,” he said, walking back into the Tardis. Farol took his hand back and smiled. Alana frowned and stormed off after the Doctor, the doors closing just as the Tardis began to dematerialise. Farol turned to Gideon.
“Hope you’ve got a vacancy in London,” he said. Gideon smiled and the two walked off.