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Post by timegirl on Oct 9, 2021 23:36:44 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2021 1:38:38 GMT
Divesting himself of everything that could slow him down should he have to make a dash through the dark, CPO Pertwee's hands fumbled against the fobwatch.
"Perishin' thing's never worked right. Always stuck at 'alf-past the three." His face lit up. "Wait a minute..."
For a moment, Peter hoped. "...Yes?"
"This gubbins 'ere."
"Yes...?"
Pertwee thumped it against the side of the TARDIS, scattering and smattering the delicate clockwork. "Could use it to jimmy the lock. One of my relatives was a smith, y'know. Locksmith, blacksmith, sommin'. Hereditary skill and--" There was a crack. "Oh, 'eck."
"What?"
"I'd only upset you, lad."
A voice from above, the Cyber-Deputy from the ship, sealed whatever retort Peter had on his lips. "Humanoids, Leader."
The Cyber-Sheriff loomed down on the pair.
"Before y'do anything hasty like blow us out of the water," CPO Pertwee pointed meekly to the TARDIS. "There's some gooduns' in there. Fit for a tinker's toy soldier like yourself, sir."
***
On the Empress's planet, the party from Davros's transported laboratory and the party led by the Nameless Marequess were both finding themselves increasingly on the back foot. The palace revolution was in full swing, but it seemed to have gotten well out of hand of the rebels themselves.
The Master looked out a nearby window: "I've a terrible feeling this is all going to plan."
At roughly the same time, somewhere else in the palace, the Doctor did the same. "I wonder if this is all going to plan? Certainly doesn't seem like our plan..."
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Post by grinch on Oct 10, 2021 13:28:27 GMT
The transformed Rainbow Princess raised her arms to the heavens as her Black Mercies continued to spread.
“FEEEDDD....” she bellowed, her voice barely even resembling anything human anymore.!
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Post by timegirl on Oct 10, 2021 13:31:48 GMT
CPO Pertwee was beginning to change…
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Post by fitzoliverj on Oct 10, 2021 15:40:51 GMT
... his mind about suggesting the robot open the police box. In his experience, anything with the word 'Police' on it was unlikely to contain anything desirable. Why had he thought otherwise?
The golden mist that had poured out of the broken watch, and briefly given him a touch of memory, dissipated into the air... with the watch broken, the soul contained therein could not be passed on, and isntead evaporated and released.
Let's hope it wasn't anybody important, eh?
Still... N'uncy's probably got a crate of them somewhere.
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Post by timegirl on Oct 10, 2021 15:45:47 GMT
Not all but a tiny bit of the gold dust did make its way into young Peter however. Not enough to make him a full timelord but just enough to be able to open Missy’s TARDIS and pilot it himself.
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Post by grinch on Oct 10, 2021 15:49:39 GMT
He suddenly sneezed all sending all that regenerative energy and essence of a Time Lord out into the air which promptly evaporated.
Well, that was certainly something. For a few microseconds at least. Now what to do?
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Post by fitzoliverj on Oct 10, 2021 15:53:41 GMT
Peter managed to get the TARDIS door open, but before he could enter a silvery shape leapt down towards hima nd through the doors. He hurried into the find the CyberClara lying motionless on the floor of the console room, the animating spirit of Hank Henshaw evidently haivng left her... but to go where?
Peter looked again with horror at hte TARDIS console. Was that a.... a *face* he could see deep in the time rotor?
A sinister laugh echoed around him.... Hank Henshaw, being nothing more than a sentient computer virus, had interfaced with the TARDIS and sent his essence into it. Now he *was* the TARDIS... mastery of all time and space would be his!
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Post by timegirl on Oct 10, 2021 15:59:03 GMT
Peter then thought “what would the Doctor do?”
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Post by fitzoliverj on Oct 10, 2021 16:04:01 GMT
Unfortunately, he realised that what the Doctor would have done was shut the doors after him, slightly too late...
He turned to find a platoon of Cybermen tramping their way into the TARDIS. The Cyberleader was dragging the limp body of CPO Pertwee by the neck.
Peter backed away... but... was that a Cyberman at the back wearing a turban? Or was it-
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Post by Audio Watchdog on Oct 10, 2021 16:28:36 GMT
The Monk walked out of the darkness resplendent in fine silk robes and a turban piled high on his head, he was grinning smugly and holding what appeared to be the shattered remains of a vortex manipulator. Allowing a moment for Peter to close his hanging jaw, he laughed and said, “Not who you were expecting?”
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Post by timegirl on Oct 10, 2021 16:37:45 GMT
Peter not recognizing the Monk in his current unthreatening mustached incarnation said, “Good your not really a cyberman, you can help me stop them and pilot the TARDIS.” and with that Peter grabbed the Monks hand.
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Post by Audio Watchdog on Oct 10, 2021 17:05:31 GMT
At his touch the Monk let out a little yelp. “You aren’t who you appear to be,” the Monk laughed in that self-satisfied way unique to his current regeneration, “but then I might not be who I appear to be either.” And with that somewhen in the Vortex a being shuttered and shifted. Formed and reformed, something awakened.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Oct 11, 2021 17:45:12 GMT
Deep in the heart of the TARDIS, Henshaw frowned. This wasn't the convoluted and complex plan he'd hammered out with Missy at Pure at Caesars Palace (the giant nightclub co-owned, somewhat improbably, by semi-co-conspirator Shaquille O’Neal, along wiht Andre Agassi, Steffi Graf and Celine Dion). The Monk, or whatever the Monk was, appeared to be a new player. And not a tennis player.
***
Back in the other universe, Frobisher and Polar were furiously knotting sheets together. Either they could get out the window, or the newcomers could get in, but with both parties pursued by evil plants, neither option promised to move things along at all.
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Post by timegirl on Oct 11, 2021 17:54:12 GMT
Peter hid behind the TARDIS console and taking his only chance pressed down on a lever.
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Post by grinch on Oct 11, 2021 17:57:22 GMT
Nothing happened.
“RUDE” said Henshaw/The TARDIS, it’s voice echoing around the console room. “PERHAPS ITS TIME YOU LEARNT SOME MANNERS”
A surge of electricity was channeled through the lever that Peter was still holding. He let an ear piercing scream as his body began to literally cook at the sheer power coursing through his body. He collapsed to the ground, a charred husk.
“TOO MUCH?” asked Henshaw/The TARDIS. It had been a while since he’d been human in any sense and he forgotten just how fragile they could be.
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Post by timegirl on Oct 11, 2021 18:16:04 GMT
Just then Peter woke up from his horrible nightmare! That was the last time he had ice cream right before bed! He looked down at the sleeping figures of the Doctor, Clara, and their two adult children. “Phew it’s a good thing I was able to save them!” Then he wondered if he should wake them up. Since the Doctor and his family had to stay in Glasgow with Peter in order to stay safe they were looking for a house nearby. The Doctor and Clara had just told Peter that they were having another baby and that they were naming their child after Peter, the brave little boy who had saved them all. Peter was flattered although most of his thoughts were of how a human and a Timelord could have kids if the Doctor was an alien. He shrugged they probably grow their kids in looms or something. Anyways he thought he’d better wake them up for breakfast they had a big day ahead of them.
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Post by grinch on Oct 11, 2021 19:39:41 GMT
Polar and Frobisher continued to knot a makeshift ropes. Around them were the unfortunate victims of the Black Mercy kept only at bay by the Nameless Marquess’s chanting. For all the ancient knowledge and hidden talents she possessed everyone knew she couldn’t keep this up forever.
Frobisher looked at the window to see a nearby tower suddenly get crushed to pieces by the encroaching strength of the Black Mercy’s vines. Their escape as promising as it might have seemed now seemed rather futile. He glanced over at the Master who said nothing but from the look in his eyes, he was in complete agreement.
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Post by timegirl on Oct 11, 2021 19:48:01 GMT
Just then the Doctor woke up from his nightmare! He opened his eyes he was next to his two adult children, his wife Clara who was pregnant with his next child. He smiled glad that wee Peter Capaldi was able to save them. He wondered were Peter was and followed the smell of breakfast cooking.
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Post by fitzoliverj on Oct 11, 2021 20:12:28 GMT
Gradually, all the other characters in Peter's dream awoke, into the perfect happy world of his subconcious. In the Henshaw-TARDIS, however, a green tendril had extended from the motionless body of the Cyborg SuperClara and was gradually wrapping itself around the boy like a cocoon.
The Monk, or whatever he was, threw back his head and laughed.
Henshaw ran a diagnostic on the TARDIS's circuits. There had been a dimensional rip, for just hte briefest of seconds, in his old body, and the Black Mercy had slipped through - but from where?
The Monk knew. When the Doctor used Lara's powers to briefly push through the temporal shielding, the Black Mercy had been given the briefest of chances to ride the quantum link between all the different Claras (those that hadn't been eaten, anyway) and this allowed it to escape into the main universe, sprouting out of the body of the Cyborg -
And in Peter's dream, the Doctor's children awoke friom their dreams
- and the teenage Clara -
And in her dreams, the young Peter Capaldi awoke from his nightmare; he was returned home, safe and sound
- but as it emerged from the Eradicator it *fried*. Sizzling as it was burned up by the energy-Clara's being. And the fire began to pass back along the link.....
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