Okay, here is the first instalment of my
take on a Doctor Who/Star Wars crossover. The Doctor in question is a fictional
nth Doctor based on Stephen Fry and created by Jonathan Hibberd.
Because of the fanzine this drawn out of
(THE OTHER: TALES FROM THE DARK DIMENSIONS) and because of the explicit
nature of some of the text this story has an 18 certificate.
All of this is set inbetween the two Star
Wars stories Journal Of The Whills and A New Hope and before the Doctor
Who story The Tenth Planet. Kermit5 played no part in the scripting of
this.
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PROLOGUE: SUPERSTITIONS
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Subtlety had never been Rassilon’s strong point. He sat
at his large, wooden desk and looked at the manuscripts Omega had passed
to him.
Theoretically the concept of these capsules was plausible,
but despite Pekkary’s alleged first hand accounts of one of these Gallifreyan
machines, Rassilon found it as hard to swallow as the Pythia’s prophecies.
A wift of smoke drifted into Rassilon’s study. He glanced
up and saw the shadowy figure of the Other.
“What brings you here at this hour?” Rassilon asked, slightly
agitated.
The Other placed two ancient Gallifreyan tarot cards face
down upon Rassilon’s desk.
“Pick one.” He prompted.
“This is just as superstitious as the practices of that
cursed Pythia!” Rassilon protested.
The Other’s eyes bore on him like fiery suns and eventually
Rassilon picked a card and handed it to the Other.
The Other examined it with scrutiny.
“Mondas.” He muttered. “Just as I thought.”
*
The Doctor observed the grinding of the teeth like tubes
within the time rotor as Jennifer McLain finally found her way into the
lavish library-cum-control room.
She looked at him, tilting her head as she swirled around
the room. She was somewhat dismayed at the lack of interest the Doctor
was paying her, especially since that business with…well, she didn’t want
to think about that right now.
It was only then that she remembered the T-shirt she had
found on the black hat stand with a patchwork coat and had instantly taken
a liking to it.
“Hey, look what I’ve found!” She said with a grin and
a tug at the edge of her slimfit T-shirt. “I found it in that part of the
TARDIS you don’t like going into.” She paused, slightly worried. “Is it
haunted?”
The Doctor seemed not to hear the last part of Miss.
McLain’s speech but he at least granted her the courtesy of looking at
the relatively new Slingbacks T-shirt she was wearing.
“Yes,” He pondered absent-mindedly. “It was Estella’s,
I believe.”
Jenifer frowned.
“Who’s Estella?” She asked.
The Doctor looked at her with a certain amount of
scrutiny.
“You know, I don’t think I ‘ve ever met her.” He
stated enigmatically. “Well, not yet anyway. The TARDIS is a complex little
thing. She has a tendency to locate some rooms in the future, some in the
past and some in the present.”
“So you could bump into yourself?” Jennifer asked,
genuinely intrigued.
“Time is pressing on, urchin. Time.” He smiled and
returned to his pondering.
CHAPTER I: SKEPTICS
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“Time is pressing on my child. Time.” The Doctor mused
as he looked up at the large seal of Rassilon with a certain feeling of
distaste more than respect.
His young grandaughter watched the elderly frame swing
his silver hair towards her as he finally began to accept that now their
futures were entwined together and at last she seized her moment.
From inside her jacket pocket she drew out an ancient
tarot card that had turned brown with age.
“What’s this, grandfather?” Susan asked as she passed
the artefact over to him.
He glared down at the card with contempt and finally tore
it into two equal pieces.
“Nonsense.” He muttered. “Absolute nonsense.”
“But grandfather if you brought it with you from Gallifrey
then surely it has some meaning.” Susan protested.
The Doctor drew himself up to his full height and looked
down at her.
“Absolutely not!” He stated in his stern voice. “Now,
I want no more of this mumbo-jumbo nonsense.”
Susan bowed her head in subservience.
“Yes, grandfather”, she sighed, and turned and left the
large library-room.
*
The Doctor pulled the Dakekanium chain-sword from it’s
place on one of the TARDIS’s shelves and remembered poor, wild-eyed Abslom
Daak. With a sigh he turned to Jenifer.
“Now, you little scallywag”, he said brandishing the sword.
“I want you to stay put for a few minutes while I just pop off outside.”
“What, you mean I can’t come?” Jennifer frowned.
“I believe I just stated that” the Doctor said as he glided
over to the doors. “I won’t be long.”
With that he disappeared out of the doors leaving her
alone, just like everyone always did eventually. She looked at the scanner
to see where they were but it seemed to be as stubborn as this new Doctor.
“Well”, she said turning away. “I’m not going to stay
in here without anything to do.”
Having said that she initiated her first act of rebellion
against this person who both was and wasn’t the Doctor she knew.
From within her room she pulled over her stereo, turned
it full up and began to play her Rage Against the Machine tape.
Technically it was her big brother , Ed’s, but she had
always borrowed things from him and never given them back. Tears began
to form in her eyes when they found the tuma the size of a mushroom in
Ed’s brain a year ago and she remembered how she had played his Nirvana
‘Unplugged’ CD constantly and cried every night until he died. That was
when she stopped crying, forever.
Inside the walls of the Technocratically Advanced Cathedral
of the Sovereign Le Trévison. Cyber-Cardinal Lyman slammed his steel
rod onto the ground with a fury that was most unlike a man of the cloth.
“How much longer must Mondas suffer the vanities of these
pathetic Martian immigrants?” He bellowed.
The young princess looked down upon him, her hair falling
behind her shoulders like Rapunzel’s.
“The Ice Peoples of Mars are a peaceful race,” She said
in a soothing tone. “We have less to fear from them than from our own barbaric
siblings on Earth.”
“I demand that they be dealt with now.” The Cyber-Cardinal
replied, as he became closer to being charger with insubordination.
There was a silence that seemed to last for years as the
princess met and the preacher’s eyes and tried with all her might to telepathically
subdue him. As always, reason failed against another closed, religious
mind.
Suddenly there was the sound of another mind within the
room they occupied which was neatly accompanied by the clicking noise of
shoes upon metal.
Cyber-Cardinal Lyman turned to see a tall, dark haired
man in a flowing white jacket strolling up towards the throne of the Mondasian
princess. His eyes descended down and he saw the harsh teeth of the
man’s chain-sword and fear consumed him.
The man stopped in front of the Cardinal and pointed
the sword at him. There was a brief moment before a puzzled look
crossed the man’s face and he himself looked down at the weapon.
“Oh,” He muttered, sounding slightly embarrassed. “I forgot
about that.”
He moved the sword over to his left hand and returned
his other hand in it’s former position.
“Good evening,” He said in his deep, low voice.
“I’m the Doctor. I believe you sent for me.”
*
An illegal and experimental one man Time Scaphe sliced
it’s way across the shores of time and space. To the naked eye the Scaphe
was invisible on the simple basis that it had no shape and therefore for
most people it had no presence.
Deep inside the Scaphe sat a man with a rough beard and
long, black robes yet despite this he was still relatively youthful.
At the moment the Scaphe emerged from the realms of the
extra-dimensions and multiversies, it’s pilot had but one thought;
I shouldn’t be doing this.
*
Jennifer had known what it was like to be alone for most
of her life but as the final song of the Rage Against The Machine album
ended she felt as alone as she had at Ed’s funeral. Where was Sam when
she needed her most?
Eventually she decided that the last thing she needed
was to stand around the TARDIS control room looking at books with titles
like Jane’s Alien Artefacts.
“There’s only so much a girl can take.” Jenifer sighed
as she pulled her jacket over her shoulders.
She smiled as she thought of how the jacket had pissed
the Doctor off when she first brought it. It was made entirely of red PVC
and depicted a large Prozac capsule on the back.
“Very Akira.” She grinned to herself and opened a door
at the back of the control room.
A cold shudder ran down her back, the door she had came
through was no longer leading towards her bedroom. It was as if the whole
control room had moved itself.
*
“Look, I really don’t appreciate all of this cloak-and-dagger
business”, the Doctor said, raising his voice somewhat.
“I assure you that no one wants your presence whom ever
you may be.” Lyman said, obviously using the Doctor like a mental punchbag.
The Doctor placed the point of the chain-sword to the
ground and lean on it.
“I’m sorry but I don’t like having my TARDIS plucked out
of time and space and deposited in the middle of the Cybermen’s heartland”,
he sighed.
“Cybermen?” The princess questioned. “What on Mondas are
Cybermen?”
The hair on the back of the Cyber Cardinal’s neck bristled.
“If that is a slander against the technologically advanced
peoples of Mondas and the supreme Technocratically Advanced Cathedral of
the Sovereign Le Trévisan then I shall strike you down with your
own weapon”, Lyman shouted.
The Doctor scowled as he turned to face the Cardinal.
“Could you please stop hurling your thoughts and abuse
at me”, the Doctor said in a very dangerous tone.
For the first time Cyber Cardinal Lyman began to sense
something dangerous, almost unbalanced, about this man who called himself
the Doctor. It was then that Lyman realised it was not the weapon
that made him cower but rather this unbalanced factor that the Doctor possessed.
Suddenly there was the stamping of large heavy feet. The
princess looked up and the Doctor and Lyman turned to face the new arrival.
The creature dwarfed the other inhabitants of the room
by two feet and was reptilian in appearance. Simply put, it was a Martian.
“I have come to announce the arrival of my mistress.”
It hissed, standing still in the doorway.
“I have already granted audience with two unexpected visitors.”
The princess stated, somewhat agitated.
“So who would your mistress be?” The Doctor asked, his
eyebrows arched high into his forehead.
“The one who has summoned you here…” The Martian replied
without emotion.
“So the plot thickens.” The Doctor murmured to himself.
“…The Time Lady, Mistress Rani.” The creature said completing
it’s sentence.
The Doctor watched as a tall woman with curling blonde
hair stepped into the princess’s throne room, grounding a cigarette beneath
her high heals as she did.
Like a snake uncurling she opened her arms as if it were
she who was welcoming them.
“Doctor,” She smiled. “I’m so glad you could make it.”
The Doctor frowned deeply.
“Why have you brought me here, Rani?” He demanded.
She smiled and batted her eyelids.
“So you can be a witness of course, my dear Doctor. A
witness to the birth of your own silver nemesis, a witness that will be
silenced before I leave.”
CHAPTER II: SYMBOLS
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“Invisible history, according to certain modern
hermetics, stands in the same relation to
ordinary
history as Lobachevskian geometry does to
Eucliden. It is another world, or rather a
world
of another dimension.”
-André Nataf,
The Wordsworth Dictionary Of The Occult
The Rani placed her hand to her forehead and sighed.
“Oh, how my cup runneth over.” She exclaimed as she lit
a cigarette and then offered one to her adversary.
The Doctor shook his head.
“I gave up.” He murmured, his voice almost subservient.
The Rani looked him up and down, focusing mainly on his
lower torso.
“You’re half the man I use to know, Doctor.” She said
with pure contempt, blowing cigarette smoke through her nostrils.
The Doctor almost blushed.
“I really don’t think you’re one to judge that, my dear.”
He retorted, not entirely confident in himself.
The Rani scowled at him and then fixed upon the old man
was referred to as the Cyber-Cardinal. She clicked her fingers and the
Ice Warrior was soon at her side.
“Let us show the good Doctor and the people of Mondas
their own future.” She said, hissing like a serpent.
She smiled and the Ice Warrior grasped the old man by
his arms.
*
Jennifer McLain looked up in awe at the sight before her.
In the dimly lit candlelight she could just make out a half-lion, half-eagle
creature that dwarfed her not only physically but mentally. It tilted it’s
head as Jennifer began to back away towards the control room.
The griffin looked at the young child with a certain amount
of curiosity.
“Don’t run.” The griffin said in a calm, gentle voice.
“In fact I’d be glad of the company.”
Jennifer stopped and suddenly felt stupid that her initial
reaction to the griffin had been to run.
“Who are you?” Jennifer asked, tentatively stepping forwards.
The griffin coughed and tried to look theatrical.
“My name is Cheiranthus Cheiri and I am a griffin.” He
stated proudly.
Jennifer giggled under her breath, trying to come to terms
with the improbable situation she found herself in.
Well, Daleks in the sewers and a man that changes his
face are one thing but faerie stories? She laughed at the thought.
“So, erm, Mister Cheiri, what you doing here?” she asked.
The griffin sat itself down on the oak floor and motioned
for Jennifer to do the same.
“Why I live here of course!” Cheiranthus smiled.
Jennifer’s jaw dropped with surprise. That was the last
answer she had expected.
*
The Scaphe ripped out of un-space and into reality with
a fireworks display that rivalled that of the first, and to be honest rather
false, celebration of the American Independence Day.
It took up residence on the shoreline of the great Mondasian
capital.
The bearded, starved looking man emerged slowly from the
Scaphe, blood running down his forehead and into his mouth, slowly caressing
his dry lips.
Everything he had learnt on Gallifrey told him that what
he was doing was against all socially acceptable codes of conduct yet still
he found himself looking upon the vast civilisation of Mondas, a civilisation
that due to it’s own pettiness had allowed itself to be exploited by an
out of control and over-zealous religious cult, much like the Pythia’s
on his own home world, and eventually be ground to dust leaving a heartless
race of biomechanoids as it's only legacy.
Now he, Ligustrum Ovalifium, was the only person who stood
in their way.
*
Deep within the heart of the city’s sewers the Cyber-Cardinal’s
dream was being made flesh, or rather machine. Shadow figures in white
and silver robes chanted as they attended to a small altar.
Upon the altar was a humanoid heart, thousands of tubes
and pipes running into it from the ceiling.
The robed figures stopped abruptly and looked towards
the heart. I t had began to beat.
*
A huge frame consisting of tarnished metallic limbs and
fresh, bleeding wounds entered the room, bringing with it a sense of fear.
The Doctor straightened up as he observed the poor,
reanimated monstrosity and looked into it’s white eyes. They were not entirely
unfamiliar, uncomfortable yes, but not unfamiliar.
He looked upon what remained of the man’s elegant, dark
skin and cursed himself for being such a stupid old man. Moreover he cursed
his old memory which seemed to have a habit of failing late. Maybe it was
just post-regenerative trauma but something at the back of his mind told
him that it wasn’t.
The Rani smiled wildly as she watched the Doctor’s expression,
the way he was trying to dredge up all his past incarnations’ memories.
“What’s the matter, Doctor?” She goaded. “You look like
you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I…I don’t believe in ghosts.” He faltered.
The Rani strolled over to him and stood in a manner that
was far too close for comfort. She ran her long delicate fingers through
his dark hair.
“No, of course you don’t, dear.” She whispered, implying
a certain amount of sexual innuendo. “But you do believe in reanimated
corpses don’t you, darling?”
The Doctor looked at the abomination and like the wrath
of God the answer hit him.
“Toberman.” He whispered weakly.
The princess stepped down from her throne to stand alongside
the errant Time Lord and the Cyber-Cardinal remained silent.
The Doctor swayed his head from side to side in a despairing
manner and then stopped suddenly. He began to remember things he had forgotten
since his regeneration and once again the old fires began to rekindle and
burn brighter than ever. He turned to the Rani with rage in his voice and
tears in his eyes.
“How dare you?” He said, voice raised. “How dare you desecrate
life in such a manner?”
The Rani flashed him a cold smirk.
“You’re not the only one who suffers from curiosity, my
dear Doctor.” She stated in a self-assured tone.
“I do not know from whence you came but I demand that
you take yourself and your…your…abomination from the regal sanctum.” The
princess stuttered weakly.
The Rani glared at her with serpent’s eyes then clicked
her fingers.
“Toberman.” She said and the creature that had once allied
himself with the Doctor upon the cold surface of Telos marched menacingly
forward.
*
Cyber-Guards were all over the palace. A shield of pure
anti-manner prevented them all entering the throne room and dissension
was beginning to spread amongst the civilians.
Lyman’s technocratically obsessed cult was gaining new
devotees with every moon-tide that passed and now it looked as if the Royal
House of Mondas was truly about to fall to it’s knees.
A lone guard looked out upon the snow swept surface of
his homeland when suddenly he heard the click of voice disguisers. He stepped
forwards and was rewarded with a fatal blast to his heart, disrupting then
scrambling his insides.
He dropped to the ground and as the snow already began
to cover his form, figures in white armour with black trimmings emerged
from their camouflage.
The lead figure nodded his head towards the palace and
his communicator clicked on.
“In there.” He ordered and with that they advanced.
*
“You live here, right?” Jennifer asked, agape.
“As I believe I have just stated.” Cheiri said calmly.
She frowned the frown that is inherent in all teenage
girls.
“Does the Doctor know you live here?” She whispered, leaning
slightly forwards but not too close.
“Sometimes.” The griffin stated almost as enigmatically
as the TARDIS’s owner himself.
“How can you know you live here but only know this some
of the time?” She asked, beginning to feel like Alice questioning the Queen
of Hearts.
Cheiranthus placed his two front paws together and assumed
a thoughtful manner.
“Well, let’s just say I slip in and out of fashion.” He
said as if he were saddened by this.
“How do you mean?” Jenifer inquired, her curiosity becoming
ever present.
“You’re aware of the Doctor’s status as a Time Lord aren’t
you now, my child?” He asked.
Jenifer pretended she knew more about the Doctor than
she actually did.
“Yeah, course I do.” She replied in an attempt to sound
self-assured.
“Well then let me tell you a story. A story of the Doctor’s
first incarnation.” The griffin said unwisely.