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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Rise of the Machine: Part 4

The Doctor and her team were escorted to the cell. They met with Amy and her team there. “QUIT SHOVING!” argued Mario.

“Inside the cell! MOVE!” ordered the Dalek Escort.

“All right, all right!” snapped the Doctor. The instant all the prisoners were inside, the Dalek Escort activated the force-field keeping them inside.

“…I’m sorry, Doctor,” mumbled Amy.

“Don’t be silly, Amy,” soothed the Doctor. “I could hardly stand by and let them shoot you.” She looked to Wario and Waluigi. “I see you recovered from whatever made you pass out. I don’t believe we’ve been properly introduced. I’m the Doctor.”

“Wario,” replied Wario. “And this is Waluigi.”

“What were you doing in Sarasaland?” asked Daisy.

“A little…archaeology,” answered Wario with a greedy grin.

“Money,” grumbled the Doctor. “It’s always about money.”

“Money makes the world go round, Doctor!” snapped Wario.

“Not on my home planet, it doesn’t,” retorted the Doctor. “And it doesn’t make Skaro go round.”

“Skaro being…?” asked Waluigi.

“The Daleks’ home planet. Speaking of Skaro…GUARD! I want to speak to the Supreme!”

“Not yet,” replied the Guard. Everyone goggled at that. It didn’t speak in a barking tone like a Dalek usually does!

“…Erm, is something…?” asked the Doctor.

“Not yet, Doctor,” insisted the Guard. “Right now, my mission takes priority. This planet has something that will make the Daleks more powerful than ever and I have to stop it.”

“Stop it?” asked Amy. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“All will be revealed in due time,” said the Guard. It then looked down the corridor. “The Supreme’s coming.” It resumed its watch.

“I will speak with the prisoners!” barked the Dalek Supreme when it arrived. The Guard moved aside. “Doctor, you will assist us in harnessing the inherent stellar power the inhabitants of this people utilize!”

“Why would you need that?” asked the Doctor. “You have enough firepower to reduce this planet to rubble.”

“Not while 1-Up mushrooms exist here, Doctor,” replied Amy. “They can’t fully exterminate anyone.”

“1-Up mushrooms?” asked the Doctor.

“They’re green mushrooms that bring someone back to life after suffering fatal injuries,” replied Pauline.

“On top of that, we can breathe in space,” commented Mario.

“Too many chances for survival, as you can see, Doctor!” said the Dalek Supreme.

“All of those abilities come from the stellar power this sector of the universe and its people use, is that what your scientists discovered?” asked the Doctor.

“Correct!” confirmed the Dalek Supreme. “We shall master this power!”

“And put it to helping the other races, I hope against hope?”

“Daleks are the superior species! It is our destiny to destroy and enslave all inferiors! IT IS OUR RIGHT!”

“RIGHT?!” shouted the Doctor. “TO DESTROY INDISCRIMINATELY?! TO TAKE WHAT OTHERS HAVE LABORED OVER FOR CENTURIES?! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT AT ALL!”

“YOU WILL SHOW MORE RESPECT TO THE DALEKS!” The Dalek Supreme swiveled its eyestalk to the guard. “I must report to Skaro about our success! You will keep them here until I summon for the Doctor!”

“I obey!” replied the guard. The Dalek Supreme glided away.

“He’s counting his troops before they’re fully integrated with their casings,” muttered the Doctor.

“Doctor, how much research on 1-Ups do you think they stole?” asked Amy.

“That’s probably why they need me,” muttered the Doctor.

“That’s exactly why they need you, Doctor,” remarked the guard. “Their scientific division can’t fully make heads or tails of the notes, so they need you, much as it chafes them, to translate the notes.”

“…Are you sure you’re a Dalek?” the Doctor asked the guard.

“Not in the traditional sense,” said the guard. It rotated so that the Doctor could see its backside. On one of its back slats was the Greek letter Phi. The Doctor goggled as she quickly put two and two together.

“…You’re a-!”

“SSHSHSHSH!” hissed the guard. “Not yet! The other Daleks don’t know!”

“Doctor, what-?!” asked Pauline.

“I’ll explain later!” replied the Doctor.


On the bridge, the Dalek Supreme stood before the main screen. “Dalek Supreme on Colony Nokiko to Emperor on Skaro!” it said. A machine with a Dalek creature floating in a nutrient tank surrounded by large panels studded with sensor globes and a giant Dalek dome with lights and an eyestalk appeared. This was the Emperor Dalek in his stationary casing deep within the heart of the Dalek Capital City on Skaro.

“Report!” boomed the Emperor.

“The Doctor has been captured! Her TARDIS is in our possession!” reported the Dalek Supreme.

“Excellent! Status of 1-Up Mushroom research!”

“Research proceeds at unacceptable rate thanks to coding from inferior life forms! The Doctor will assist in decoding the research! Her companion has not consumed a 1-Up mushroom, so she will be used as a hostage to ensure the Doctor’s cooperation!”

“All is proceeding as planned! Status of the False Dalek Fleet!”

“False Dalek Fleet still maintaining its hold on several worlds! No incursion into this sector of space detected, but sensor sweeps are being conducted!”

“The use of 1-Up mushrooms will give us the power needed to finally crush the Daleks that profess that the Human Factor has cured them!” boomed the Emperor. “We shall use the power within the Power Stars, Power Moons, and Shine Sprites to utterly crush them! Bring the Doctor to me so I may tell her what is expected of her personally!”

“I obey!” replied the Dalek Supreme.


“Oooh! The pain!” wailed Wario, pulling that tired old routine. “Guard! Get help!” The guard shook its dome from side to side, as if in boredom.

“Put a sock in it, Wario!” complained Mario. “That’s the dumbest routine ever!”

“The Daleks usually kill the sick anyways,” muttered the Doctor. Just then, Amy and Luigi’s duplicates arrived.

“Doctor,” said Amy’s duplicate, “you will come with us.”

“Teatime already?” asked the Doctor.

“Move out of the cell!” ordered the guard as it lowered the forcefield and brandished its gunstick at everyone else.

“Where are you taking her?!” demanded Amy.

“We need her scientific knowledge,” replied Luigi’s duplicate. The Doctor stepped out of the cell and the duplicates led her away.

“…The more I see our twins, Amy,” shuddered Luigi, “the less I like us.”

“The less I like us too,” muttered Amy.

“All right, that’s enough,” said the guard as he lowered the force-field. “We have to cause some chaos here. You coming?”


The Doctor was brought to the bridge. The Dalek Emperor was still on the screen. “Doctor!” greeted the Emperor.

“Upgraded your throne, Your Majesty?” teased the Doctor.

“You will not mock the Emperor!” barked the Dalek Supreme.

“Her words are of no consequence!” replied the Emperor.

“So, tell me, Emperor,” said the Doctor, “why are you lot here?”

“We are engaged in a conflict with a faction of False Daleks!” explained the Emperor. “They took advantage of the aftermath of our conflict with Octus’ Daleks to strike Skaro and now we are at war with them!”

“And where did this faction of Renegade Daleks come from?”

“From YOU, Doctor!” That puzzled the Doctor.

“From me? I’m not Davros,” she said.

“In your early conflicts with us, you failed to distill the Dalek Factor, did you not?” asked the Emperor.

“Oh, I see!” recalled the Doctor. “You’re fighting and losing against Daleks with the Human Factor!”

“THAT IS A LIE!!” shouted the Emperor as he thrashed in his nutrient tank, practically frothing with rage.

“Do not lie!” barked the Dalek Supreme.

“Do not lie!” agreed the Communications Dalek.

“Do not lie!” supplied a Drone Dalek.

“We are making a series of strategic withdrawals,” explained the Emperor, “to selected strongpoints! We shall use this planet as a launch point of our final assault against the Humanized Daleks!”

“Emperor,” said the Doctor, “that’s the hollow rhetoric of a defeated dictator and I don’t much like your face either.”

“Your mockery will cease, Doctor, with this planet in time!” snapped the Emperor.

“What exactly do you need me for?”

“The knowledge concerning 1-Up mushrooms as well as Power Stars, Power Moons, and Shine Sprites is heavily coded! You will assist us in decoding the knowledge for our scientific division! You will then apply that knowledge so that only we can use the fungus as well as the Power Stars, Power Moons, and Shine Sprites!”

“And if I refuse, what will you do?” asked the Doctor. “Exterminate me? My friends?”

“Gallifrey is being rebuilt, correct?” asked the Emperor. The Doctor’s eyes bugged out.

“…How did you know?” she asked.

“The Time Lord known to us as the Master was not careful with broadcasting your quest for the Key to Time! We know you harbored Rassilon! We know she would rebuild Gallifrey if the mission was a success! Our temporal spies observed where and when Gallifrey was brought to! If you do not cooperate, then we shall make the destruction of the Time Lords total! We shall become the new Lords of Time!”

“WE SHALL BECOME THE NEW LORDS OF TIME!” cheered all the Daleks. “WE SHALL BECOME THE NEW LORDS OF TIME!”

“…Very well,” sighed the Doctor, hating that she had to prolong Gallifrey’s eventual agony.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Rise of the Machine: Part 3

The Doctor and her group arrived in Sarasaland once again, this time with better heat protection. “Right, I want to investigate this ziggurat that appeared out of nowhere,” declared the Doctor.

“What for?” asked Rosalina.

“Because this feels similar to the Daleks’ infiltration of Kar-Charrat,” explained the Doctor.

“Kar-Charrat? Did they discover the library there?”

“Yes, and it was lost in the confusion.”

“Blasted Daleks!” hissed Rosalina.

“Oh, blasted librarians too,” remarked the Doctor. “They kidnapped the native aquatic life-form and wiped their minds to become part of their new wetworks store.”

“What?! Elgen would-?!”

“He did, so I had to free them by allowing the library to be destroyed.” At that moment, they arrived at the ziggurat Amy and her group found. “Aha!”

“Doctor, it’s open!” yelped Mario.

“…From the inside,” remarked Rosalina.

“I noticed that,” said the Doctor. Her ears caught a familiar sound. “And THAT’S the pulsing noise you hear in all Dalek installations.”

“But it looks so old!” remarked Pauline.

“The Daleks have time corridor technology,” replied the Doctor. “It’s more than likely that they sent this thing and its occupant to the distant past.”

“Occupant?” asked Mario.

“This is actually a Dalek Deep Hibernation Unit. It’s designed to put a Dalek into a form of stasis for long-term missions. Usually waiting for a time-sensitive person to be discovered.”

“But what about the Dalek in my city?” asked Pauline.

“I have a theory, but I need to get inside,” replied the Doctor. “Come on!” The group entered the ziggurat. Rosalina whistled in amazement at all the equipment inside.

“Look at all this!” she said. “Hibernation equipment, nutrient feed, a short-range transmat! They packed a lot in here!” The Doctor checked the computers monitoring everything and pulled up mission logs.

“Aha!” she said. “Pauline, Mario, that Dalek spotted in New Donk City? It’s the same one as the occupant here! It used short-term time corridor technology to send itself and the equipment into Sarasaland’s far distant past to pick up a time sensitive for some reason.” She then found audio files and played them. The files were recordings of the arrival and departure noises of a TARDIS! “Aha! They were waiting for me! Now why would they need me, hm? And how would they lure me into their clutches?”

“…Doctor, what’s that pod?” asked Mario.

“Pod?” asked the Doctor. She looked to see Mario pointing at some sort of pod with a clear lid. She checked the files on that machine and gasped in horror. “A Dalek Duplication Pod! Oh no!”

“Doctor?” Rosalina sounded concerned now.

“It’s Amy and Luigi!” explained the Doctor. “I arrogantly assumed that the Daleks would be after me! But it’s Amy and Luigi! They’re Dalek Duplicates!”

“The Observatory!” realized Rosalina. She then tried to make contact. “Polari! Do not let Amy and Luigi near any computer systems! They are Dalek Duplicates! …Polari?! Polari, respond!” Nothing came. “…We’re too late!”


On the Observatory, Wario and Waluigi groaned as they woke up. Wario spoke in angry German before he sat up. “Who hit me?!” he demanded. “What was the number of that truck?!”

“Stop shouting!” complained Waluigi. “I’ve got a splitting headache!” He then looked at his surroundings. “…Hey, isn’t this that space chick’s home?”

“Hey, yeah, you’re right!” replied Wario. “…All this technology! …All that money!” His eyes were filled with greed!

“And it’s back to brass tacks,” muttered Waluigi. He then spotted someone in the doorway. “…Hey, look! It’s Greenie!” he laughed.

“Greenie? Luigi?!” yelped Wario. He turned around, then started laughing. “So, dumping that weed, huh? Dating the space babe?”

“You will follow me,” replied “Luigi” in uncharacteristic coldness.

“…I’m sorry, you seem to have forgotten THESE guns!” laughed Wario as he flexed. “Luigi” then pulled Wario’s arm behind his back and caused the fat Mario clone considerable pain.

“You will obey all instructions or you will suffer,” ordered “Luigi”.

“Hey! You can’t do that!” snarled Waluigi like a bully that had the tables turned.

“You will obey his instructions!” barked a Dalek that glided up to them. “Obey! Obey! OBEY!” Luigi frog-marched Wario to the observation deck with Waluigi herded there by the Dalek. The Dalek Supreme and “Amy” were overseeing the operation as Daleks swarmed the Observatory like locusts, herding the Lumas to the Terrace and surrounding the TARDIS.

“These two,” reported “Luigi” as he threw Wario at the Dalek Supreme’s travel skirt bumper, “were part of an expedition in Sarasaland. Their purpose is unexplained.”

“The Scout Dalek in the Hibernation Unit,” recalled “Amy”, “reported two intruders. We simply used them as part of the bait that lured the Doctor to Sarasaland. They were identified by Mario as Wario and Waluigi.”

“You will explain your purpose here!” the Dalek Supreme barked at the Wario Bros.

“We were recovering from that shot your friend gave us!” snapped Waluigi. “Those heroes let their bleeding hearts bring us here!”

“You will explain your purpose in Sarasaland!” continued the Dalek Supreme.

“Oh, we were looking to get a good tan and hot babes!” replied Wario, somewhat untruthfully.

“Answer the question,” ordered “Amy”. She slapped Wario hard, sending him skidding across the deck. “You will answer questions truthfully or you will suffer.”

“You’re not Sonic’s fangirl!” snarled Wario. “And I’ll bet that’s not the real Luigi!”

“These androids are products of superior Dalek duplication technology!” said the Dalek Supreme. “You will answer all questions directly and truthfully! What was your purpose in Sarasaland?!” Wario sighed as he ran out of options.

“We heard about the ziggurat and went to steal it so we could sell it,” he answered.

“Truthful response detected!” reported a Drone Dalek.

“How many are you?” continued the Dalek Supreme.

“Four,” answered Wario. “Me, Waluigi, and Dr. Crygor and Mona, my two employees. …They fled to get me help after your buddy knocked us out.”

“Truthful response detected!” reported the same Drone Dalek.

“These two are no threat to Dalek operations,” remarked Luigi’s duplicate. “They are valueless.”

“I must disagree,” replied Amy’s duplicate. “They may be used by Science Division to test the upper limits of a 1-Up mushroom’s resurrection abilities.”

“In due course!” said the Dalek Supreme. “There is another project that requires the Doctor’s cooperation! Your basis comes from a world that does not have 1-Up mushrooms! She will be the main catalyst to ensure the Doctor’s cooperation! Bring the Doctor’s companion here!”

“I obey,” replied Amy’s duplicate. She headed off to obey.

“Alert! Alert!” called a Dalek. “Our Deep Hibernation Unit is attempting to contact this observatory!”

“It is the Doctor! Allow her to communicate!” ordered the Dalek Supreme.

“I obey!”


“Doctor, what ARE you doing?!” asked Pauline as the Doctor kicked the opened and scavenged control console.

“Modifying the computer!” replied the Doctor.

“With your feet?” quizzed Mario.

“There ARE a few universal truths, Mario,” chuckled Rosalina as she remembered her own maintenance of the Observatory. “One of them is that every computer needs a good kicking when you’re modifying it.”

“Hello, hello, hello!” the Doctor said into a communications channel. “Come in, please! Come in, Comet Observatory!” An image of the Dalek Supreme then filled the screen. “Ah, the Dalek Supreme himself! We should be honored, everyone. This planet is very high on the Dalek Emperor’s list of priorities. The Dalek Supreme’s doing his own dirty work.”

“I will speak only to the Doctor!” barked the Dalek Supreme.

“This is she,” replied the Doctor. “I call upon you to leave this planet and never return!”

“Terms unacceptable!” dismissed the Dalek Supreme. “These are the Daleks’ terms! You will surrender to us immediately! We have your TARDIS and your companions! The one identified as Amy Rose has not consumed any of the fungus known as 1-Up Mushrooms! If you do not surrender, she will be exterminated!” To prove its point, the Dalek Supreme moved aside to reveal Amy on her knees with her hands bound behind her and held in place by her duplicate as well as Luigi’s. The Dalek Supreme aimed its gunstick at Amy.

“Don’t listen to it, Doctor! Get away!” begged Amy.

“You have five rels to comply!” warned the Dalek Supreme. “Five!”

“Doctor, she’ll be killed!” Mario hissed in worry.

“Four!”

“It could be a bluff!” replied Rosalina. “It could be another duplicate!”

“Three!”

“What would they need another duplicate of Amy for?” muttered the Doctor. “…We’d best do as they say.”

“Two!”

“Can we trust them?!” asked Pauline.

“We can trust them to kill her if we don’t comply,” replied the Doctor.

“One!”

“We surrender!” called the Doctor.

“NO!” wailed Amy.

“You and your companions will step onto the transmat!” ordered the Dalek Supreme. “You will be brought to the ship! You are now a prisoner of the Daleks!”

“It seems that way,” sighed the Doctor. “Come on, everyone.” She brought everyone onto the transmat and they vanished.


“End communications channel!” the Dalek Supreme ordered the Dalek Communications Officer.

“I obey!” it replied. The screen switched off. The Dalek Supreme swiveled its eyestalk to the duplicates.

“Return the Doctor’s companion to the ship! She will serve as Science Division’s control group when they start their experiments!”

“We obey,” replied the duplicates as they roughly forced Amy to stand.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Rise of the Machine: Part 2

“Daleks,” muttered the Doctor. “Will I never be rid of them?! I went through an entire incarnation without fighting them!”

“You know what that robot is?” asked Pauline.

“Pauline, that thing is no mere robot,” corrected Rosalina. “It’s a life-form inside a tank that has only one goal in life; the extermination of all non-Daleks.

“They come from Skaro, a planet a few galaxies over,” said the Doctor. “…I really shouldn’t have let Amy and her group go down there. Rosalina, we need to find them.”

“This way,” directed Rosalina. “The Launch Star is still aimed at Sarasaland.” The group entered the Launch Star and spun. The group was launched towards Sarasaland as Amy’s group was.


Amy groaned as she woke up in her cell. Her leg was full of pins and needles. She tested whether or not she could stand on it and slowly walked around the cell. “Okay…now where…?” Memories flooded back. A silver Dalek paralyzed her, her friends brought her into the ziggurat, then they were teleported…where?

“Has your mobility been restored?” asked the Silver Dalek as it approached her cell.

“No thanks to you!” snapped Amy. “What do you need me alive for? Trying to use me as bait?”

“Your survival is necessary for the duplication process!” replied the Dalek. Amy got a better look at the Dalek. It didn’t have the slats around its midsection, its fender at the base of its travel skirt was huge, it had a pincer claw instead of a plunger, and it had a dish on the back of its midsection.

“What kind of Dalek are you? A scout model of some kind?”

“My mission is infiltration and reconnaissance!” replied the Dalek. “Your duplication is necessary for the mission to succeed!”

“You cloned me?” guessed Amy. “The Doctor can see through any copy.”

“Cloning was not necessary! Machines built in yours and Luigi’s respective images sufficed! And your duplicates need only a short time to complete their phase of the mission!”

“What are you talking about?” By now, Amy was worried. “What mission?! What have you done?!”

“You will be brought to the bridge!” barked the Scout Dalek as it used its pincer claw to pull a lever and deactivate the cell’s force field. “Exit the cell and move ahead of me! Move! MOVE!”

“I obey,” said Amy mockingly.


The Doctor and her group trekked through the sands of Sarasaland. “Oof! Good thing I brought my hat!” said Pauline.

“What are you talking about?” asked Rosalina as she floated over the sand. “The temperature’s fine.”

“Easy for YOU to say!” grumbled Mario. “You have magic going 24/7!”

“Doctor, shouldn’t we find cover?” asked Pauline. “Maybe wait until nightfall?”

“Nightfall would be too late!” retorted the Doctor. “If the Daleks are on this planet-!”

“Doctor, surely you exagge-!” Pauline was cut short when she saw Amy and Luigi passed out next to two men, one fat one in yellow, the other a skinny one in purple.

“Wario! Waluigi!” called Mario. He then spotted his brother. “LUIGI!” he yelped as he rushed up to Luigi.

“Amy! Are you all right?!” asked the Doctor as she checked the poor hedgehog over.

“D…Doctor!” gasped Amy.

“Amy, was it Daleks?!”

“T…Too…hot…!” panted Amy.

“Heat exhaustion!” muttered the Doctor.

“What about Peach and Daisy?! Where are they?!” asked Mario.

“If I had to hazard a guess, gone to Daisy’s home for help,” replied the Doctor. “We have to take them back! All four of them!”

“I’ll get us there!” called Rosalina as she pulled out her wand. She spun and everyone vanished in a flurry of sparkling stars.


On the bridge of the Dalek ship, the Gold Supreme Dalek looked over its bridge crew. One of the guards heard the door open and saw the Scout Dalek with its prisoners. “Halt!” barked the guard.

“Scout 4 reporting to Dalek Supreme with alien prisoners!” replied the Scout Dalek.

“Proceed!” directed the guard.

“Move! Move! MOVE!” ordered the Scout as it used its pincer claw to shove Daisy forward.

“STOP PUSHING!” shouted Daisy.

“Human Female will remain silent!” barked the Dalek Supreme.

“You’re part of the Supreme Council, aren’t you?” asked Amy.

“Correct!” replied the Dalek Supreme. “You are the Mobian that abandoned my predecessor to Octus and his false Daleks!”

“So you’re the new model of Goldie, huh?” chuckled Amy. “The Old Gold Supreme rushed forward while its gunstick was offline!”

“Do not contradict your masters! The function of non-Daleks is to obey or die!”

“D-D-DIE?!” squeaked Luigi.

“Why make copies of us in the first place?” asked Amy. “And why just me and Luigi?”

“The Princesses are needed in our ally’s castle!”

“Oh no, not Bowser!” complained Daisy.

“What did you lot falsely promise him?” asked Amy. All Daleks…hesitated at Amy’s question. “…Oh? …Oh! OOOOOOOOOH!” Amy started laughing. “Bowser has power over you! You shot one of his friends and he came back to life!”

“We…cannot account…for local resurrection fungus…” replied the Dalek Supreme.

“And you can’t use it, I’m guessing.”

“…Your theory…is correct…”

“So, Bowser destroyed a few of you in a rage when you attacked him and now you know what it’s like to be enslaved.”

“The positions will reverse to their proper order!” barked the Dalek Supreme. “The Comet Observatory will be brought under Dalek control! Its early warning system will be shut down and all knowledge about 1-Up Mushrooms will be added to Dalek data! The Daleks will use 1-Up Mushrooms to become immortal! The Rebel Daleks will fall!”

“So that’s why you cloned me and Amy!” realized Luigi. “You knew the Doctor and Mario would rescue us!”

“Correct! Your duplicates will shut down the Comet Observatory’s defenses! The Daleks will take control of the Observatory! We shall sweep away all rebellion! All matter shall succumb to the power of the Daleks!”


On the Comet Observatory, Amy and Luigi had regained consciousness while Wario and Waluigi were lying on the bed in the bedroom. “There,” said the Doctor. “Their body temperatures were about 41 degrees Celsius, but they only got hotter after the blunt force trauma to the head. They’ll just need to cool down and drink the water nearby. Now then, Amy, Luigi, what happened out there?”

“We were walking the deserts with the Princesses,” replied Amy. “Daisy was telling us about a ziggurat, but then these two attacked us. I knocked them out with my hammer, but…”

“We didn’t see Bowser’s Minions,” finished Luigi. “They attacked us and kidnapped the Princesses.”

“…Really?” asked the Doctor. “Bowser’s Minions? Or the Daleks?”

“…The what?” asked Luigi.

“Doctor, if the Daleks attacked us, we’d be dead,” remarked Amy.

“…Amy, I think you had better stay here with Luigi and our new friends,” suggested the Doctor.

“What about us?” asked Mario.

“We’re going to check out this ziggurat,” replied the Doctor.

“Not more desert trekking!” complained Pauline.

“I’ll keep us cool,” assured Rosalina. She waved her wand and an aura enveloped them. “There. We’ll be as comfortable in the desert as we are here. …Though I would recommend we still bring water.”

“All right, but no Launch Stars,” said the Doctor. “I’m still dizzy from when we last used it.”

“Doctor, you’re no fun,” teased Rosalina.

“Luigi, you and Amy are all right here, right?” asked Mario.

“Mario, honestly, we’re all better thanks to the Doctor,” soothed Luigi. “You don’t have to fuss. We’re safe, even with those two.”

“…All right, but you call the instant you’re in trouble, okay?” directed Mario.

“We will, Mario,” replied Amy. “No worries.”

“All right, let’s-a go!” Mario said to his team. Rosalina used her magic to teleport herself, Pauline, Mario, and the Doctor back to Sarasaland. Amy and Luigi stood outside the bedroom, then their faces went blank as they looked up as if hearing a voice.

“…We obey,” they said in a monotonous voice. They left the bedroom area and traveled up the Observatory into the Engine Room. They entered the room and spotted a Gearmo working.

“Hey! Wait a minute!” called the Gearmo. “No one’s allowed here without Rosalina’s permission-!” Amy simply twisted the Gearmo’s eyes in opposite directions and shut it down. Luigi approached a computer console and keyed in a command.

“Access denied,” said the computer.

“Emergency vocal override,” directed Luigi. “Passcode: Telescope.”

“Vocal override accepted,” replied the computer. “State sub-menu.”

“Sensor net.”

“Accepted. Voice confirmation required.” Amy looked up to receive her orders.

“…Voice synthesizer-” her voice then changed to Rosalina’s- “activated. Release blocks to sensor net control.”

“Thank you, Rosalina,” replied the computer. “Sensor net control: online.” Amy then keyed in a command. “Sensor net will deactivate. Are you sure?” asked the computer as it pulled up a selection screen. Amy selected “yes”. “Sensor net: deactivated.” Luigi looked up.

“Sensor net: disabled,” he reported. “Advise all battle commanders that they may begin their attack run.”


The Dalek Communications Officer received the report. “Duplicates report success!” it reported. “Comet Observatory Sensor Net is disabled! We may begin our attack run!”

“All battle commanders, report to assault decks!” ordered the Dalek Supreme. “All research concerning the fungus known as 1-Up mushrooms is to be collected! All findings to be reported to scientific division for analysis! This planet shall belong to the Daleks!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Rise of the Machine: Part 1

The TARDIS drifted lazily through the Time Vortex as the Doctor and Amy were taking a well-deserved spa day. They were in a warm mud bath and sighing contentedly. “Does a TARDIS usually have a spa room?” asked Amy. “Not that I’m complaining, you understand.”

“Not really,” replied the Doctor. “A TARDIS is supposed to be used for temporal research. But, when a TARDIS lives long enough, it acquires rooms designed for creature comforts. The TARDIS is an old girl, mechanically speaking.”

“And still an awesome machine,” said Amy.

“She always has been,” agreed the Doctor. She then saw something near Amy. “What’s that stack of books there?”

“Oh, I found them in the library,” replied Amy. “A few romance novels. I’m a bit of a sucker for them still. I saw the library cards in them, so I’m guessing you borrowed them. I suppose the advantage of having a time machine is that, even if you forget them for a while, you’re never late with them.”

“That really depends on the library,” said the Doctor. “I once borrowed from the library of Kar-Charrat and, sadly, I couldn’t just arrive on the due date. …Pity the Daleks destroyed it.”

“Those monsters have something against books, huh?”

“Well, they have something against non-Daleks having any knowledge and given that the library of Kar-Charrat once housed the entire knowledge of the universe, the Daleks needed that knowledge for themselves to launch an assault on the universe. …Which library did you say the cards came from?”

“I’m not sure,” replied Amy. “It’s not any library card I recognize.”

“Well, I’ll just have a look, then,” said the Doctor. She washed the mud off her arms, then opened the cover of one of the books. Her eyes slowly widened, then she checked another one, then another, then the last. “…Oh no!” she groaned. “They’re from the Comet Observatory.” Amy goggled.

“The Comet Observatory? Rosalina’s home?” asked the hedgehog.

“You’ve been there?” quizzed the Doctor.

“I’ve made some friends there like I did on Hyrule,” explained Amy. “You borrowed from Rosalina’s library?”

“And, sadly, I can only land the TARDIS in the present day,” replied the Doctor. “These books are long overdue.”

“We better get there now, then,” said Amy.


Drifting in orbit around a blue and green planet, four ladies were having tea on a fantastic-looking observatory while two men were stargazing from the balcony. The ladies each wore dresses in different colors, one pink, one yellow, one sky-blue, and one red. The two men wore overalls and hats, one with red and an M on his hat, the other with green and an L on his. The men were the famous Super Mario Brothers, Mario and Luigi. The ladies were Princess Peach, Princess Daisy, Princess Rosalina, and Mayor Pauline. “Boys!” called Peach. “Are you sure you don’t want to join us?”

“We’re good,” replied Mario. “Some of the stars formed new constellations and Luigi and I always liked tracing them.”

“You girls should try it,” offered Luigi.

“You know, I could make it a challenge, see if you can recognize the constellations from a new angle,” chuckled Rosalina. At that moment, a noise familiar to her filled the air inside the Observatory’s atmospheric shields. “…The TARDIS?” she muttered.

“Rosie, you know what that noise is?” asked Daisy.

“It heralds the arrival of a Time Lord,” replied Rosalina. “If it’s the same Time Lord I know…” She briefly looked around to see the TARDIS materializing at the launch pad off the Terrace. “Aha! The Doctor has arrived! I wonder if his ears shrank finally?” The doors opened and out stepped Amy and the Doctor. “Oh! Miss Rose!” greeted Rosalina.

“Amy!” called Peach.

“Hey, you look good!” observed Daisy. “Trying out being goth?”

“Just the clothes, Daisy,” replied Amy.

“It’s great to have you here, Amy!” called Mario.

“Nice to see you boys too, Mario and Luigi!” said Amy.

“What brings you here?” asked Luigi.

“Just a visit with old friends. The Doctor over there brought me here.”

“Hello!” called the Doctor.

“Ah, so you regenerated again,” observed Rosalina. “Pity. I rather like the leather.”

“I don’t know, I like the skirt I’ve got on,” replied the Doctor.

“Everyone, this is the Doctor, a Time Lord from the planet of Gallifrey,” introduced Rosalina. Everyone introduced themselves to the Doctor in short order. “Now, Doctor,” asked Rosalina, “what brings you back to the Comet Observatory? Social call?” The Doctor winced.

“Erm, I may have accidentally taken some of your books,” she explained. “Possibly for somewhat longer than I anticipated.”

“…Books? Missing from my library?” asked Rosalina, her eye twitching.

“Hoo boy,” gulped Mario.

“Let me see them!” hissed Rosalina. The Doctor surrendered the books.

“It must have been from when I was last here,” she explained. “A few reference books, just a bit of light reading.”

“Heavy reading, you mean,” remarked Amy. “Those novels got a bit…saucy at the end.”

“Thank you SO much for defending me, Amy,” muttered the Doctor, sarcasm heavy on her voice.

“So THAT’S where the Star-Crossed series went!” snapped Rosalina as she inspected the books. “Doctor, you have no idea how many times I turned the Observatory upside down! You’re lucky this is part of my private collection! …If you want to make it up to me, perhaps you can help us with something.”

“Miss Rosalina, are you sure?” asked Pauline.

“The Doctor is the expert on these matters,” replied Rosalina.

“…Oh, very well,” sighed the Doctor.

“I’m heading back to Sarasaland,” said Daisy.

“Mind if I come?” asked Amy.

“I-I want to come with!” stammered Luigi.

“Me too!” said Peach. “Mario? You want to come?”

“I think I’m gonna stay here and help brief the Doctor on our problem,” replied Mario.

“All right. Join us when you can!” called Peach. She and Daisy led Amy and Luigi to a Launch Star and they all spun inside it, then they were launched towards the planet below.

“…I still say your Launch Stars are inefficient,” muttered the Doctor. “Now, what seems to be the problem?”

“Well, several civilizations reported power loss at the same frequency,” explained Pauline. “We lose about 20 percent more moons than usual.”

“Moons?” asked the Doctor.

“Power Moons,” explained Rosalina. “Similar to the Power Stars that fuel the Observatory or Peach’s castle.”

“Ah. So, there’s a power loss crisis going across the globe?” the Doctor summarized.

“Yes,” replied Mario. “But I think I saw the culprit once.”

“Oh?” asked the Doctor.

“It was a robot talking to a Koopa. It said that it drained enough power from the Mushroom Kingdom for Bowser’s purposes. I already told Peach about it.”

“Ah, good,” said Rosalina.

“So it’s a Bowser scheme,” mused Pauline. “What would he want with Power Moons this time? That sham wedding went kaput.”

“And what did the robot look like?” asked Rosalina.

“Well, it looked like a salt-shaker for one thing,” replied Mario. “It had a plunger and a long whisk-.”

“What?!” asked the Doctor. “Did it have a camera eye on top of a dome?!”

“Y-Yeah!” gulped Mario. Rosalina dropped her wand in fear.

“…How did they get past my sensor net?!” she whispered.


“Why did I wear black here?!” complained Amy as she fanned herself as she and her team trekked through the Sarasaland Desert.

“Come on, guys!” called Daisy, wearing her new Oasis outfit. “The ziggurat’s over here!”

“You said it just rose out of the ground yesterday?” asked Peach as she wore her vacation outfit complete with floppy-brimmed sunhat.

“Yep! Over here!” The group approached what looked like a sandstone ziggurat. “If that’s breaking your brain, take a feel!” Peach approached it and felt the stonework…or what SHOULD be stonework.

“This…this is bizarre! It doesn’t feel like stone at all!” That was when she heard something!

“G-G-Girls!” stammered Luigi. “Th-Th-The door!” The door was opening from the inside!

“There’s something inside!” whispered Daisy. Amy looked deeper into the dark of the ziggurat’s entrance…then heard a noise, a rhythmic pulsing that she heard before. She thought for a few seconds, then her eyes widened with fear as her heart dropped to her stomach! She knew the sound! She heard it before!

“…Skaro!” she whispered.

“Amy?” asked Peach.

“Everyone, get out of here! That ziggurat’s not safe! MOVE!” called Amy. As she tried to herd everyone away at top speed, a crackling buzz filled the air! Amy collapsed in pain and grabbed her leg!

“AMY!” yelped Daisy as everyone ran to help her.

“M-My leg!” gasped Amy. “I can’t feel my leg!”

“Your condition is temporary!” came a familiar harsh, grating, metallic voice. Amy looked back to see who spoke. Exiting the ziggurat with the same ugly grace she saw on their homeworld was a silver Dalek! “Your leg will recover!” barked the Dalek. “Disobedience will result in permanent paralysis! Failure to obey past total paralysis will result in your extermination! Into the ziggurat!”

“If you think-!” argued Daisy.

“Move! Move! MOVE!” ordered the Dalek.

“Everyone, do as it says!” begged Amy. “Hopefully the Doctor will figure things out.”

“The Doctor will not save you, Amy Rose!” argued the Dalek as Daisy and Luigi helped Amy to her feet and carried her into the ziggurat with Peach behind them. “She will fail!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Martian Lunacy: Part 3

“A Time Lord and her compatriots have proven to be more of a nuisance than I anticipated,” reported Marvin. “But this particular Time Lord has a preference to Earth, so I’m having the Illudium Q-39 Explosive Space Modulator retrieved so she can watch her beloved Earth be destroyed as a result of her interference.”

“No, the Q-39 doesn’t have the right explosive yield for that kind of punishment,” dismissed Tyr’ahnee. “Have our production lines construct the Illudium Q-41 Explosive Space Modulator immediately.” Marvin and the Instant Martians gasped in horror.

“Y-Your Majesty!” stammered Marvin. “We’d have to install the core of a hyperdrive engine to engage the command deck’s centrifugal functions! The formula for the Q-41 isn’t stable! The forces unleashed could-!”

“Commander X-2, have you finally become the Earth Creature known as a chicken?” asked Tyr’ahnee coldly. Marvin twiddled his thumbs a bit, then grabbed a communicator.

“…P-PREPARE PRODUC…!” He then took a breath after his voice cracked in terror. “…Prepare Production Lines for construction of the Illudium Q-41 Explosive Space Modulator! Fasten all seat restraints! Seal all doors! Close all shops in the mall! Cancel all movies! Secure all personal belongings! Make sure-!”

“Give me that, you pathetic excuse for a commander!” Tyr’ahnee grabbed the comms unit and spoke into it. “Production Lines, report status on hyperdrive engine core!”

“Engine core installed, Your Majesty!” replied the person on the other end.

“Good! All hands, begin-!”

“Your Majesty,” begged Marvin as he buckled himself into his seat, “you may want to strap in!”

“Ah, strap this!” dismissed Tyr’ahnee. She resumed addressing the complex. “All hands, begin production of the Illudium Q-41 Explosive Space Modulator!” The control room part of the complex then extended and spun like a machine that simulates g-forces! Tyr’ahnee found herself being lifted off the floor and grabbed a nearby control console. “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” she cried over the roar. “MY BRAINS…ARE GOING INTO MY FEET!” A warning light then flashed.


Over in another part of the complex, Amy reunited with the Doctor. “Doctor!” she said. “Thank goodness! Where’s Bugs?!”

“Over in there, I presume,” replied the Doctor as she pointed out the control room still acting as a centrifuge. “The rotational speed is being fed into a hyperdrive core to make the currently unstable Illudium Q-41 Explosive Space Modulator. Once it blows, then the Ice Warriors will attack.”

“…Is Bugs gonna be okay?” asked Amy, worried.

“He’s gone through worse, oddly enough,” answered the Doctor. Just then, an explosion erupted from part of the complex. “That’s the signal!”


“THE PRODUCTION LINES BLEW UP!” called an Instant Martian.

“WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!” shouted Tyr’ahnee. “STOP THE RIDE! I WANNA GET OFF!”

“WE CAN’T STOP!” replied Marvin. “IT’S TOO DANGEROUS! WE HAVE TO SLOW DOWN!”

“HORSE HOCKEY!” ordered Tyr’ahnee. “STOP THIS THING! I ORDER YOU! STOOOOOOOOOOPPPP!!!” Marvin couldn’t bring himself to disobey his Queen, so he reached for the emergency stop lever and pulled it. The control room suddenly stopped spinning and Tyr’ahnee flew forward into a control bank! A pair of Instant Martians then helped her up.

“Your Majesty! Are you okay?!” called Marvin as he unbuckled and went to help her.

“…Fine,” mumbled Tyr’ahnee. “How are you?”

“Doing fine, given the circumstances,” replied Marvin. He then saw something on the floor. “Oh! Your hair!” he said as he picked it up.

“Oh, my personality,” said Tyr’ahnee. “Thanks.” Marvin then realized something. …Tyr’ahnee’s hair wasn’t a wig. So… He looked up at Tyr’ahnee…and saw rabbit ears on the top of her head. His eyes became filled with fury. “Tyr’ahnee” noticed this, then realized her…or rather HIS disguise had worn off! It was Bugs Bunny in drag! “…Uh…new Earth fashion?” he tried.

“Oh, that’s not nice!” seethed Marvin as his breathing speed increased. “Impersonating my Queen and sabotaging the production lines makes me angry, Rabbit! Very angry indeed!” As Marvin pulled out a pistol, something knocked on the door.

“Who’s out there?!” demanded an Instant Martian. His question was answered as Taxona, Skaldak, and their armed and very angry Ice Warrior compatriots stormed the command deck and fired their sonic blasters.

“YIPE!” yelped Bugs as he dodged the Ice Warriors’ weapons fire and fled, leaving his disguise behind.


Bugs reunited with the Doctor and Amy. “Doc! Amy!” he called.

“Bugs! How goes the battle?!” asked the Doctor.

“Skaldak and Taxona swarmed the command deck,” replied Bugs, “but now we gotta know if the Ice Warriors win or lose! I can’t just leave them to Marvin!”

“Erm, Bugs, I think we have bigger things to worry about!” replied Amy as she pointed behind Bugs. He then heard breathing and felt air on his tail. He looked behind to see Gossamer ready to charge like a crazed bull.

“Stop steaming up my tail!” snapped Bugs as he smacked Gossamer. “What are you trying to do, wrinkle it?!” Gossamer then gave Bugs a swift kick in the rear! Bugs went tumbling forward, then stopped when he hit a wall.

“BUGS!” yelped the Doctor. She then turned to Gossamer. “I think you need to get the hair out of your eyes!” she said to the monster as she rifled through her pockets. “Let’s see, yo-yo, psychic paper, aha! Acme Clippers!” She pulled out a pair of electric hair clippers and switched them on. Gossamer spluttered in fear.

“CLIPPERS!” he cried before running from the Doctor.

“Come back here, you big baby!” protested the Doctor. “A haircut never hurt anyone!” A baseball bat then hit Gossamer in the face!

“Of course, you realize, Gossamer,” said Bugs as he stepped out of the shadows, holding the bat, “this means war!” That was when the Doctor’s clippers got to work on Gossamer. All that was left was Gossamer’s eyes and sneakers.

“…Good heavens, he really IS all hair!” said the Doctor. She then noticed that the roar of battle had dimmed significantly. “

“…Is that good or bad?” asked Amy.

“Come on!” called the Doctor as she ran to the command deck. Amy and Bugs joined her while Gossamer’s eyes took control of the sneakers and headed off somewhere to reconstruct his hairy body.


The Doctor and her team burst into the command deck. “Skaldak! Taxona!” called the Doctor.

“We’re here,” replied Taxona. The Doctor gasped as she saw Taxona kneeling next to a gravely wounded Skaldak. The Ice Warrior Hero was still as stone. “…He intercepted a killing shot meant for me,” explained Taxona sadly. “…He saved my life by sacrificing his.”

“…And Marvin?” asked the Doctor.

“Being tended to by our medics,” replied Taxona. “I need him healthy for what I’m about to do to him and his ilk. He’ll only wish I had killed him. He have to experience the embarrassment of reporting his failure to Tyr’ahnee.”

“Then the revolution was a success,” said the Doctor.

“And Skaldak will be honored properly once I’m finished with Marvin.”


A few hours later, the Ice Warriors formed an aisle leading to Marvin’s ship, a golden rocket-style ship called the Martian Maggot. Taxona and her people frog-marched Marvin and the surviving Instant Martians to the ship’s airlock, then blocked any means of escape. “Our two races would have made Mars stronger by working together,” Taxona snarled at Marvin. “You and Tyr’ahnee chose to treat us as cattle. Go. Tell Tyr’ahnee that she and all those that rally to her cause are banished from Mars!” Marvin briefly considered trying to escape, but with so many armed and angry Ice Warriors, there was too great a chance he would be killed in the confusion. He then spotted the Doctor blocking his escape route along with the Ice Warriors.

“Don’t look at me,” said the Doctor. “Your people’s exile is a fixed point in Martian history. It’s on you.” With that, Marvin the Martian just fixed everyone with a glare.

“…Tyr’ahnee won’t take this lying down and neither will I, ‘Your Majesty’!” he hissed at Taxona. “Instant Martians, with me!” The exiled Martians boarded the Martian Maggot and it left the spaceport and Mars entirely.


Taxona led the Doctor back to the TARDIS as Ice Warriors set it down carefully on the floor of the old command deck. “I know that was all you asked of me,” said Taxona, “but I would reward you handsomely for what you’ve done for my people, Doctor, Miss Rose, Mr. Bunny.”

“Trust me, freeing the TARDIS from that debris is more than enough,” assured the Doctor.

“And all I need is a ride back home,” said Bugs.

“Very well. But know this, by the Moons, all of Mars honors thee, Doctor!” pledged Taxona.

“By the Moons, we honor thee, Empress Taxona,” replied the Doctor. She and her friends entered the TARDIS and it dematerialized.


The TARDIS returned to the American Woodlands that was Bugs’ home, a few feet from his hole, even! Bugs stepped out. “Hey! Right back home!” he said. “You girls sure you can’t stay? I make a mean carrot juice!”

“Thank you, Bugs,” replied the Doctor, “but Amy and I need to take a vacation. We’ll see you around, though not necessarily in the same order.”

“All right. So long, Doc!” Bugs descended back into his hole while the TARDIS took off, looking for a nice vacation spot.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Martian Lunacy: Part 2

The saucer arrived at a spaceport near Olympus Mons. Amy was surprised at something. “…Doctor, how are we breathing and walking like we’re on Earth?” she asked. “I thought the air was different to Earth and the gravity’s supposed to be lighter.”

“A combination of technology and something that people like you and Bugs tap into,” replied the Doctor.

“What’s that?”

“Cartoon physics, the reason why you can pull your hammer out of thin air.”

“Earth Creature and extra-temporal friends,” greeted Marvin as he arrived with two lizard people. The Doctor goggled.

“…You stole their armor!” she hissed. “The Ice Warriors place a lot of honor in their armor and you stole it!”

“Those are Ice Warriors without armor?” asked Amy.

“Yes, and Marvin’s playing with fire!” replied the Doctor.

“I have my means of keeping these Ice Warriors on a leash,” dismissed Marvin. “Now, to finally clear my view of Venus! Warriors! Ready the Illudium Q-39 Explosive Space Modulator!” A massive cannon rose from the floor and was aimed into the Martian sky. Marvin carefully adjusted the cannon and centered Earth in the targeting lens. An Ice Warrior then handed Marvin a red stick of dynamite. Marvin inserted the explosive into the end of the cannon with the fuse sticking out, then pulled out a lighter. He had a bit of trouble getting the lighter to light. “Oh, drat this lighter! It’s so stubborn!” he grumbled. “I could pinch it!” A flame then appeared. “Oh goody! Everyone, plug your ears and close your eyes! It’s going to be loud and bright!” Everyone except the Doctor and her friends did so. Bugs licked his fingers, then extinguished the fuse, then twisted the dynamite out.

“Come on! We gotta scram!” hissed Bugs. The Doctor and Amy nodded and followed him, leaving all the Martians assembled still with their eyes closed and their ears plugged. Marvin then blinked.

“…Where’s the kaboom?” he asked. “There was supposed to be an Earth-shattering kaboom!” He then spotted where the explosive should have been. His eyes bugged out when he realized what happened! “The Illudium Q-39 Explosive Space Modulator! The Time Lord and her friends have stolen the Space Modulator!” He pulled out a walkie-talkie. “Delays, delays!” he grumbled as he made his call. “…Gossamer, there is an Earth creature with a Time Lord and her companion from the future at liberty within the base and carrying the Illudium Q-39 Explosive Space Modulator! Return them and the explosive to me and I shall reward you with that spider goulash you like so much!”


“All right, Doc! What’s the plan?!” asked Bugs.

“Well, obviously,” replied the Doctor, “we have to keep Earth from being blown up so Amy can be born five billion years after Earth’s natural death. We also need to free the Ice Warriors and get Marvin and his ilk off this planet. Too many things happening at once!”

“We’ll have to split up somehow,” muttered Amy. The Doctor skidded to a stop when she saw a pair of Ice Warriors, one male and one female. She goggled in surprise.

“…I recognize that face!” she said. The male Ice Warrior looked.

“A new slave?” he muttered, his spirit broken.

“…I recognize that voice!” whispered the Doctor. “You remember, sir? On that sub? 5,000 years in the ice? You and I stared each other down in that mad state.”

“…It cannot be!” realized the Ice Warrior man. “Doctor?!”

“Grand Marshal Skaldak,” replied the Doctor. “By the moons, I honor thee.”

“You know this guy, Doc?” asked Bugs.

“Sovereign of the Tharseesian Caste and Vanquisher of the Phobos Heresy,” replied the Doctor. “He is THE greatest hero the Ice Warriors have ever produced! …Who is she?”

“The woman with me?” asked the old Ice Warrior. “…She is the Empress’s daughter, Princess Taxona.”

“Taxona?!” gasped Amy. “…Now we REALLY need to save the Ice Warriors!”

“Why bother?” asked the young Taxona.

“Because we’ve seen your future,” replied the Doctor. “And it is an honorable and glorious one for not only Mars, but the entire solar system.”

“…We break the chains?” asked Taxona.

“Yes. But we need to rearm the Ice Warriors,” replied the Doctor. “Skaldak, Taxona, do you know where your armor was stashed? Or if they were destroyed?”

“Marvin and his ilk couldn’t destroy our armor,” replied Taxona, “so he displays them in the lower gallery.”

“Be warned, Doctor,” said Skaldak, “there is a monster lurking around down there that guards the place. Marvin calls it Gossamer.”

“Gossamer?” asked Bugs. “Big hairy monster with sneakers and bad fingernails?”

“That’s him,” replied Skaldak.

“We gotta split up,” muttered Amy.

“…All right, here’s what I’ve got,” said the Doctor.


Amy ran through the lower levels, trying to find the gallery where the armor was stashed. She barreled down a corridor, then skidded to a stop when she saw a trapdoor open ahead of her! Her toes were just hanging over the edge of the hole as she quickly regained her balance. She looked down to see strange monsters snapping like starving alligators in a moat! Amy clasped her hands in prayer, thanking Chaos that she was blessed with good brakes as she backed up. Her progress backwards was halted by something…furry. She then noticed that the shadow being cast was bigger than her! She looked up into the eyes of a monster that had red-orange fur all over the body, burly arms with ugly fingernails, sneakers, and angry eyes! The fur covered its mouth. “…G…Gossamer?” asked Amy. The monster nodded. “Hoo boy! Think fast, Amy!” She then turned fully to face Gossamer. “Sweet Chaos, what is that smell?! It’s coming from your feet!” Gossamer blinked in confusion, then pulled one of his sneakers off and sniffed inside.

“WHOOO!” he yelped, realizing that she was right! Amy immediately sat Gossamer down in a chair and began giving him a pedicure. As she rubbed a pumice stone over Gossamer’s feet, Amy spoke as if she were a salon worker.

“Such an interesting monster you are!” she said. “My stars, if an interesting monster can’t have an interesting foot care routine, then I don’t know what this world is coming to! In my business, you meet so many interesting people! But the most interesting people are the monsters!” She finished rubbing the stone over his feet and getting rid of the dead skin. “Now let’s give our feetsies a little wash!” She brought out a dish of water. Gossamer dipped his feet in…then the mousetraps in the dish snapped shut on his feet

“EEEYYYOOOWW!” screamed Gossamer. Amy took advantage of Gossamer’s predicament to escape. After running down a corridor for a while, Amy saw a sign. It read “Lower Gallery. Do not use the display pieces to rearm the lizards.”

“…No way are they really in there,” said Amy in disbelief. She tried the handle. …The door wasn’t even locked. “…Complacency or a trap?” Amy looked inside to see various suits of Ice Warrior armor and a big red button that read “Lizard Armor Recall.” She decided pressing the button from a distance would be a good idea, so she summoned her hammer and threw it at the button. …The suits then teleported and she could hear happy Ice Warrior roars from far off in the mines of Olympus Mons. “…Complacency!” cackled Amy. “No wonder Bugs beats him so often!” She pulled out a comms unit the Doctor had constructed. “Doctor, Bugs, this is Amy. Did you hear those roars?”

“More than that,” replied the Doctor. “Skaldak and Taxona just slipped into their suits. They’re ready to go on your signal, Bugs.”

“That might be a problem,” said Bugs. “Marvin’s just watered his instant Martians. I’ll have to disguise myself somehow.”

“…You know about that show Daffy made about him in the 24½th Century?” asked the Doctor, shuddering at the unfortunate butchering of a century’s name.

“You mean Duck Dodgers? That old Cartoon Network show? What about it?” asked Bugs.

“The Martian Leader there is real.”

“…I see what you’re saying, Doc! Give me a sec!”


“What is taking so long?!” Marvin complained to one of his Instant Martians, a green, bird-like creature. “Can’t you capture an Earth Creature?!”

“This Earth Creature displays a level of intelligence not usual to the rest of the planet,” replied the Instant Martian.

“Sir!” called another Instant Martian. “We just received a transmission! Her Majesty is here!”

“The Queen?!” yelped Marvin. “Roll out the carpet now! Royal Guard, fall in!” The Instant Martians lined up as a carpet rolled out from the door. The door opened and in stepped Queen Tyr’ahnee Mirkin, the Ruler of Mars. She had the Egyptian-style royal clothes, inky-black body, and the transparent purple skirt of the Martian Queen, but something seemed off. No matter. Marvin had other things to tend to than oddities. “Your Majesty!” greeted Marvin. “Welcome home! I trust your mission was successful?”

“Given what I heard was happening to my planet,” hissed Tyr’ahnee, “I had to leave the mission’s cleanup in the care of the commander I took. What is happening? Why are the Ice Warriors’ suits missing from the lower gallery?! And why is Venus still obstructed by Earth?!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Martian Lunacy: Part 1

A song floated through the TARDIS halls from a shower in the bedroom Amy was using. “Sweet, you’re so sweet, yeah!

Sweet sweet, you’re so sweet!

Sweet sweet, you’re so sweet!

Yeah, yeah, yeah!” Once the song finished, Amy shut off the water, dried off, then got dressed and put on her makeup. With all that done, she headed over to the dining room for breakfast. She looked around, then sighed. “Is she STILL tinkering?” she asked the TARDIS while she keyed in what she wanted from the food synthesizer. The TARDIS warbled a confirmation of the Doctor’s whereabouts as it made Amy’s breakfast appear. “Look, you two like each other, but do you ever just…go off without the Doctor?” The TARDIS didn’t reply, but the humming indicated it was actually considering it. “Who knows? You might find some point in space-time the Doctor’s never been to.” Before the TARDIS could reply, the sound of sparking and a certain Time Lord cursing in her native Gallifreyan filled the air. “Speaking of!” Amy quickly finished her breakfast and headed to the Console Room, the one she was used to instead of the bog-standard one Professor Paradox was in. There was smoke coming from the base of the console. “Doctor?!” called Amy.

“Down here!” coughed the Doctor. She came up the steps and emptied the contents of a fire extinguisher onto the smoking area. Whatever fire was there was put out.

“Doctor, what were you doing?!” protested Amy.

“Trying to see if I could fix navigation again,” replied the Doctor. “After that business with the Sontarans, I figured we’d go to Samur after it was repopulated and declared neutral territory.”

“There’s a bit to unpack there,” remarked Amy.

“Samur is a refuge from the Sontaran/Rutan war in the Madillon Cluster,” explained the Doctor. “The Citadel of Samur stretches the length of the planet along the equator and, post-repopulation, maintains a symbiosis between the buildings and those who dwell within them.”

“And why is it repopulated? What happened to the original population?”

“The Sontarans happened. They encountered a gestalt entity known as the Witch Guard that could split itself into seven bodies and combine them into one. They destroyed them and Samur by unleashing a biological agent labeled Z/002 that created a purple moss with roots that sucked things dry on the molecular level, even the Samurians. After an adventure of mine involving the Sontarans and surviving Witch Guard, the moss receded and Samur was repopulated.”

“And Samur’s now Sontaran-free?” asked Amy incredulously.

“Sontaran AND Rutan-free,” promised the Doctor. The TARDIS made its usual arrival noises. “Aha! We’ve landed! Oh, Amy, one last thing, shoes, boots, slippers, and footwear of all kinds are strictly forbidden within the precincts of the Citadel.” The Doctor took off her own shoes and socks.

“Ooh, Mobians love going barefoot when they can!” said Amy as she took off her shoes. The two left their shoes by the door and the Doctor stepped out…

“OUCH!” she said.

“Doctor?!” yelped Amy.

“I’m fine, I just stepped on a sharp stick,” assured the Doctor. She looked around…to find she missed the mark as usual. “…Ah.”

“This isn’t Samur, is it?” asked Amy.

“No, decidedly not,” sighed the Doctor. She picked up the stick she stepped on and licked it. “…Mid-Summer, 2025, one of America’s forested areas, one that hasn’t been touched by humans yet.”

“America? Are we near William’s home?”

“Cosmically, yes, but we’re hardly within walking distance.” The Doctor pondered. “…Though, given the atmosphere, maybe we can relax here.”

“It DOES have a peaceful air around here,” remarked Amy. “But I’m putting my shoes back on.”

“Really?” asked the Doctor.

“If I’m gonna relax in the great outdoors, no way am I doing it in bare feet. I don’t wanna step on a sharp stick.”

“Fair enough.” The two put their shoes back on…then Amy’s ear twitched.

“…Doctor, is that some Time Lord breathing exercise?” she asked.

“That’s not me,” replied the Doctor. “That’s…a saw?” She looked around, then saw, on the floor, a handsaw blade coming up from below the TARDIS and making a circle.

“What the-?! How-?!” spluttered Amy when she saw the saw. A long, gray-furred arm with a white-gloved hand pushed the sawed-out circle from below, then the owner of the arm pulled himself out of the hole. It was a male, gray-furred humanoid rabbit with white gloves on his hands and long ears pointing up. The rabbit pulled a carrot out of his pocket and munched on it a bit.

“Eh, what’s up, Doc?” he asked.

“…You’re about one syllable off from guessing my name, Mister…” replied the Doctor.

“Bugs, Bugs Bunny,” introduced the rabbit. The Doctor’s eyes went wide.

“Bugs Bunny himself?!” she asked. “Oh, this is just brilliant! Amy, Bugs Bunny and his animal friends and rivals are considered the Early Mobians!”

“…That’s Cream’s ancestor?” asked Amy.

“Pardon me, Doc-,” said Bugs.

“Actually, it’s Doctor,” corrected the Doctor. “And this is my friend, Amy Rose.”

“Hello,” said Amy.

“Charmed, I’m sure,” replied Bugs. “But, listen, you parked yourself on top of my home and-.”

“Oh, good heavens! Is my TARDIS blocking your hole? No wonder you had to saw through! Hang on one moment!” The Doctor fiddled with the console. “I’ve adjusted the relative gravity. We’ll just pick it up and move it. I do apologize.”

“Hey, no worries, Doc!” assured Bugs, relieved that this lady was a lot more polite than most land developers or hunters. Everyone stepped out of the TARDIS and Bugs blinked. “Hang on!” he said.

“Oh, don’t you start,” replied the Doctor. “You lot can pull holes out of your pockets and survive a deadly explosion.” She managed to dig her fingers under the TARDIS. Bugs went to the other side and did the same, then they both lifted the TARDIS up. “All right, I think we should go to the left,” suggested the Doctor.

“Right!” agreed Bugs. They both then moved to their left…though Bugs’ left was the Doctor’s right. They ended up circling.

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” protested the Doctor.

“You said left, right?!” argued Bugs.

“And I was going left!”

“No, you’re going right!”

“That’s my left! You’re the one going right!”

“Watch yourself! You’re gonna trip on the hole!”

“You’re the one with the big feet here! This way! THIS WAY!”

“LOOK OUT!” warned Amy. She rolled out of the way as Bugs and the Doctor lost their grip on the TARDIS and it toppled onto its side. Bugs looked at where the TARDIS sat and smiled.

“Well, on the plus side, my front door’s open,” he said.

“Yes, but now MY home has a problem!” muttered the Doctor.

“All right, all right, we can fix this,” soothed Bugs. “Let’s see…Doc, does your home usually float like that?” The TARDIS was rising above the ground.

“I didn’t think I adjusted the relative gravity THAT much!” remarked the Doctor.

“Um, Doctor!” yelped Amy. The Doctor and Bugs looked to see Amy floating up while holding her dress down!

“Okay, that’s a tractor beam!” realized the Doctor. In line with her point, she and Bugs then started floating! They all looked up to see a silver saucer pulling them and the TARDIS inside. “A Martian Drone Saucer!” whispered the Doctor.

“The Ice Warriors or the Aresians?” asked Amy.

“No, no, this is one belonging to a third species of Mars,” explained the Doctor. “He’s a more polite member of Bugs’ rogues gallery.”

“Marvin?” asked Bugs. “You mean this is one of Marvin’s saucers?”

“Yes, though why he’s using a drone ship is beyond me.”

“I think we’re about to find out!” said Amy as everyone was pulled into the ship. The tractor beam switched off once the hatch closed beneath them and they all landed on their bums. At that moment, a hologram of a person appeared. The person was about Amy’s height, had a black ball for a head, wore a red shirt, a Roman Centurion’s helmet and armored skirt, sneakers, and gloves. There were only eyes on the head, no mouth or nose to speak of.

“Welcome, Earth Creatures,” greeted the person somehow. “I am Marvin, Commander X-2 of Mars. You have been selected to work the mines of the volcano your primitive Earth scientists called Olympus Mons. Unfortunately, the Earth will be gone soon. You see, I’m going to finally unleash my new Illudium Q-39 Explosive Space Modulator.”

“It’s just a stick of dynamite,” muttered Bugs.

“This hologram has two-way communications enabled, Rabbit!” snarled Marvin. “It’s not just a stick of your primitive Earth dynamite!” He then calmed down. “In any event, I direct your attention to the ‘Explosive’ part of the name of my new weapon. You see, I’m going to blow the Earth up. It obstructs my view of Venus.”

“Destruction of a civilized world for anything other than last resort,” warned the Doctor, “is against Convention C of the Shadow Proclamation.” Marvin blinked in surprise.

“…You’re an Earth Creature,” he said. “What do Earth Creatures know of the Shadow Proclamation? Your world is a class C civilization; undeveloped!”

“I’m not from Earth. I’m from Gallifrey,” replied the Doctor. “And Miss Rose here is from an Earth Colony that lasted long after its death five billion years from now.”

“A Time Lord? Then the blue box is your TARDIS?” asked Marvin. “Oh peachy! I’ve always wanted to study a Time Lord and see if their ability to regenerate is true!”

“…That’s a bit morbid!” shuddered Bugs.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Revenge of the Sontarans: Part 4

The Sontarans seized control of the Chimeran Hammer and aligned it with the fleet. The Doctor, her team, Dr. Psychobos, and Vilgax were brought to the Command Ship as prisoners. They were all brought to the command deck. “The Hand is charging, General,” reported a Sontaran. “It will be ready for use in two hours.”

“Very good, Commander,” replied Skrem. “This will be the last disgraceful day of the 10th Sontaran Fleet’s existence.”

“As long as we have time,” remarked the Doctor, “I confess I’m curious.”

“When aren’t you?” scoffed Skrem. “What troubles you now, Doctor?”

“Why have us here? We’re obviously not going to remember it.”

“Your fellow prisoners, no. But you, Doctor? It will live on in the back of your mind, even when you regenerate into new forms!”

“Then why don’t you tell me how this whole operation intends to work once the Hand reaches full charge? I mean, we’re all prisoners here.”

“I have a better idea, Doctor, than blabbing about our plans and giving you a chance to undo it all. While we wait for the Hand to reach full charge, why don’t we FIGHT!”

“…Fight?!” repeated the Doctor.

“What do you say, my warriors?!” Skrem called to his men.

“Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” chanted the Sontarans.

“I’ll take up that challenge!” called Amy.

“Hold on!” roared Vilgax. “They were MY allies! I’LL be the one to kill Skrem!”

“Such ardor!” cackled Skrem. “New plan, Doctor! I’ll fight your companion! Of course, I’ll have an ally with me! Commander Velt!”

“Yes, sir!” replied the Sontaran Commander. “Will I be facing Vilgax or the pink thing?”

“Hm, good point,” remarked Skrem. “Who will be taking on the pink thing?

“The pink thing has a name, you know!” snapped Amy.

“Amy, I sure hope you know what you’re doing!” hissed the Doctor.

“Doctor,” Amy whispered so the Sontarans couldn’t hear, “this might be our only shot at stopping them! While they’re distracted-!”

“I know what the goal is, Amy, but fighting a Sontaran might prove fatal!”

“Then you and Ben better hurry and figure this out!” Amy wouldn’t be dissuaded, much to the Doctor’s chagrin.

“…Stay alive, will you?” muttered the Time Lord.

“Naturally,” assured Amy. She and Vilgax then approached Skrem and Velt. “How are we doing this?”

“With gravity clubs!” replied Skrem.

“You Sontarans use those things in duels?” grunted Vilgax. He turned to Amy. “Gravity clubs have a relative weight of ten pounds, but the weight doubles every few swings until its wielder cannot lift their club to defend themselves or their skull is split open by their opponent’s club.”

“…Charming,” muttered Amy.

“Bring forth the clubs!” ordered Skrem. A Sontaran carrying a case came forth. He opened the case to reveal four metal clubs. Skrem, Velt, Amy, and Vilgax took up their clubs. “I shall take the first swing!” cackled Skrem. He swung his club hard, but Amy and Vilgax leapt out of the way. “Velt, let’s see your swing!” said Skrem.

“Yes, Sir!” replied Velt. He swung his club, but Amy and Vilgax dodged again. “A gymnast, hm?” chuckled Velt.

“You two will not be so agile after a few rounds!” cackled Skrem. “Your turn!”

“Your mistake!” snarled Vilgax. He swung his club and made a dent in the floor once his Sontaran opponents dodged.


While Amy and Vilgax were fighting their Sontaran opponents, the Doctor snuck away with Ben and Rook following. “Why’d you need us?” asked Ben.

“Because I have a theory,” remarked the Doctor. “You being discovered on Vilgax’s ship seemed to be like the lot of you were going through the motions. And Skrem’s talk of the entire 10th Sontaran Fleet being desperate also looked like they said it so many times. On top of that, my TARDIS detected unusual chronon activity before Professor Paradox grabbed it and forcibly landed us in front of Rook’s squadron. …What if the Hand of Eon put everyone into a time loop to defend itself?”

“A time loop? How would we know?” asked Rook.

“Clockwork might check,” said Ben.

“…Ben, I have a better idea. Scan me,” directed the Doctor.

“Huh?”

“I know what I said, but I need another Time Lord’s help. Now scan me!”

“…Well, if you insist,” said Ben. He aimed the Omnitrix at the Doctor and a scanner light surrounded the Doctor briefly. It vanished after a few seconds.

“New alien DNA now available,” reported the Omnitrix.

“All right, let’s test this out.” Ben selected the new alien hologram, slid the Omnitrix’s cover back, then pressed down on the core. The watch then sunk into his arm…then the Omnitrix symbol appeared on his chest.

“…I think you accidentally unlocked the human form,” remarked Rook.

“No, no, hang on,” said Ben. “There’s two hearts in here. …And telepathic powers. …And temporal sensitivity. I’m a Time Lord like the Doctor here. …And there’s definitely temporal energy looping back on itself, but it’s fading around Rook and the rest of us.”

“So the Hand of Eon DID put you all into a time loop,” remarked the Doctor. “Well, we’ll have to minimize the time loop’s field around the Hand so it only loops on itself and not everyone else around them. I did a similar trick with Axos and the Vardans.”

“And that’s why you needed another Time Lord’s help,” realized Ben, “to double-check your work.”

“It’s very delicate work. Mind if I walk you through it? Telepathically? It’s a bit involved and we’re pressed for time.”

“All right. Contact.”

“Contact.” The two closed their eyes and workshopped the plan telepathically. They then opened their eyes.

“All right,” said Ben, “let’s get to it. It’s most likely down this corridor.”


Back on the command deck, the duel still went on. Amy and Vilgax were moderating their swings a lot better than their Sontaran opponents. “Stop…prancing about, Pink Thing!” panted Skrem. His and Velt’s clubs were now at 320 pounds, heavy for a Sontaran, but not impossible to lift. Amy’s and Vilgax’s were only at 80 pounds, rather light for Amy, considering how heavy her hammer is.

“…How is this possible?” asked Vilgax. “I know this is my first time dueling Skrem, yet I feel as though I fought him before and the fight is different somehow!”

“Might I offer my two cents?” asked a voice. Amy dodged a blow from Velt and looked behind her.

“Professor Paradox!” she yelped.

“Good afternoon, Miss Rose,” greeted Professor Paradox.

“What are you doing here, Time Walker?!” demanded Vilgax.

“Oh, clearing things up, as usual,” replied Professor Paradox. “Now, let’s see, the Doctor will most likely be theorizing, correctly, I may add, why I brought her TARDIS into this time loop.”

“Time loop? Ridiculous!” scoffed Skrem.


“It’s really simple,” the Doctor said to Rook as she and Ben worked around an armored hand in purple, “the Hand of Eon is the literal hand of a temporally-powerful madman.”

“And any ‘sane’ madman,” said Ben, “would take steps to protect themselves.”

“So it created a time loop to protect itself?” asked Rook.

“Specifically to prevent anyone other than its owner to use it,” summarized the Doctor.


“So anyone that ISN’T Eon,” realized Gwen, “would be imprisoned until Eon came back for it.”

“Precisely, Gwendolyn,” confirmed Professor Paradox. “And Vilgax and his poorly-chosen allies served as the perfect prisoners. …Although, you lot getting involved upset my calculations.”


“Obviously, since you lot are his friends,” continued the Doctor, “he needed to get you out. But the time loop was causing too much temporal turbulence for him to safely enter.”

“But he knew what the power source for the time loop was,” Ben summarized, “so he needed something with enough strength to break into the loop and stop it from the inside.”

“Cue him hijacking my TARDIS without asking,” grumbled the Doctor.

“Well, the outer plasmic shell could break through it, but it would be nice to have a shell with shields, like a TARDIS.”

“Still, without asking!”

“…Ben, how are you able to keep up with the Doctor?!” protested Rook.

“I don’t know, how do I know what gas I use when I’m Gutrot?” asked Ben.


“Lies! All lies!” snarled Skrem as Paradox finished his explanation.

“And why would I lie about the time loop?” asked Paradox. “Or about Eon? He’s too much of a paranoid genius to leave things to chance. But, no fear, the time loop will be broken-,” a wave of energy then bowled everyone over, causing a cascading effect directly to where the Hand of Eon was held! “…Right about now!” chuckled Paradox.

“It won’t matter!” snarled Skrem. “My club will flatten you all!” He and Velt raised their clubs, straining under the weight!

“640 pounds,” chuckled Vilgax darkly. “That’s too much for a Sontaran.” That was when the two Sontarans fell to the floor in convulsions. “Thankfully, my 80 pound club is enough to paint the floor in your blood and brains!”

“NO!” shouted Amy. She whacked Vilgax in the ankle, toppling him.

“You DARE!” roared Vilgax.

“There’s no point! The duel is over!” insisted Amy.

“Miss Rose is quite right,” remarked Professor Paradox. “You’re about to have more immediate problems to deal with.”

“BOOSTERS!” called a Sontaran. “REVITALIZERS! NOW!” A Sontaran Trooper then arrived with a medical kit and tended to his fallen commanders.

“Amy…Rose…!” gasped Skrem. “You…did this! …I shall…form…a phalanx…of engineers…tasked solely with designing…new and exotic…ways to torture you!”

“They’ll have to have time machines for that,” remarked Amy. “Or standing orders.” That was when alarms rang throughout the ship!

“The air attack warning!” called a Sontaran.

“Air attack?” asked Vilgax.

“Mr. Levin DID ask for a heavily armed Plumber fleet to assist during the time loop,” replied Professor Paradox.

“After getting caught in the crossfire of Sontarans and Rutans,” remarked Kevin, “I didn’t wanna take any chances.”

“We better get the others and get out of here!” called Gwen. Her friends agreed and followed her. Vilgax, meanwhile, snarled as he decided to return to his ship and punch an escape hole. Thanks to Sontaran bungling, there was no way the Chimeran Hammer could handle a battle between the Plumbers and the Sontarans.


Gwen and her group ran through the corridors, dodging Sontarans all the way. They then bumped into the Doctor and her group. “Amy!” said the Doctor.

“Doctor, you’re all right!” said Amy. She then spotted someone…that looked like Gwen in Ben’s clothes. “…Did…Did Ben add your DNA to his watch?”

“She was okay with it,” replied the Gwen Clone. “I’m thinking of calling this form Time Walker.”

“Much as I appreciate the discovery of a Time Lord’s abilities,” said Professor Paradox, “we’re rather pressed for time. Everyone, gather around!” Everyone gathered and Professor Paradox opened his Chrononavigator. They all vanished as the Plumber fleet arrived to deal with the Sontarans and Vilgax.


They had returned to Plumber HQ, right in front of the TARDIS. Rook checked with the Plumber fleet. “…Skrem and his men have been arrested,” he reported. “Vilgax had returned to his ship and escaped. Dr. Psychobos fled in a Sontaran Scout Sphere.”

“Oof, arrested!” muttered the Doctor. “That will chafe a Sontaran. There’s no chance of him or the fleet regaining their honor.” She was then interrupted by a beeping noise.

“Sorry, that’s me,” said Time Walker as the Omnitrix symbol flashed.

“Ah, a cool-down period?” guessed the Doctor. Time Walker forcibly returned to being Ben Tennyson.

“Yeah, sometimes it happens at the worst time,” he said.

“Well, I’m sure you have a lot to do,” said the Doctor. “In the meantime…” she then swiped the Chrononavigator.

“I beg your pardon!” protested Professor Paradox as the Doctor fiddled with the Chrononavigator. “That’s delicate, Doctor!”

“I can’t have you,” replied the Doctor, “barging into my TARDIS like that. Next time you need my help, you call.” She finished her work on it and handed it back. “Speaking of TARDIS, let’s get going, Amy.”

“Goodbye, everyone!” called Amy.

“Oh, Doctor,” called Rook.

“Yes, Rook Blonko?”

“While Gallifrey as a whole is still banned from travelling to Revonnah, you, specifically, are no longer banned.”

“Are you sure you can make that decision?” asked the Doctor.

“I did not make that decision,” replied Rook. “My planet did.”

“…I’ll ask how later. For now, goodbye!” The Doctor and Amy entered the TARDIS and took off.

“…Goodbye, Doctor,” remarked Professor Paradox. “Until our next meeting.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Revenge of the Sontarans: Part 3

“Men, prepare arms!” ordered Skrem. His Sontarans aimed their weapons at the group.

“Wait a minute!” called Max. “You can’t just shoot us!”

“I want to see good, clean shots to the head and the heart!” Skrem said to his men. “Think you can manage that, Trooper?”

“Easily, Sir,” replied the Sontaran Trooper.

“Better make that ‘hearts’ plural,” interjected the Doctor. “I’m a Time Lord and we have two hearts.”

“…She has a point, Sir,” a Sontaran said to Skrem.

“Indeed. So, how do you want to do this?” asked the Doctor. “One shot in each heart for me? Four in the head?”

“One shot in one of the hearts and a shot in the head during the regeneration process will suffice, Doctor!” snapped Skrem.

“Ah, read up on when you lot invaded Gallifrey, huh?” muttered the Doctor.

“Just a second, General!” called Rook. “This is against the Galactic Code of Conduct! Who among you has claimed us as your execution targets? Benjamin Tennyson is the object of Vilgax’s vengeance!”

“Of course!” recalled the Doctor. “Article 7, Section 4, Subsection 6, Paragraph 3!”

“…Paragraph four, actually,” corrected Rook.

“The young Plumber and the Doctor are correct,” said Vilgax. “You would kill the Doctor, I would kill Tennyson. That was the agreement in accordance with Article 2, Section 3, Subsection 4, Paragraph 2.”

“Ah, but Paragraph 5 dictates that, in the event of evasion of capture, all targets are viable,” replied Skrem.

“Do you see them evading capture?!” snarled Vilgax.

“Oh, who cares about the rules!” complained Psychobos. “Just do the smart thing for once and k-k-k-kill them!”

“And wound Sontaran honor? Never,” replied the Doctor. “Rook, it’s been a while since I read the Galactic Code of Conduct. Which part of it concerns surrendered prisoners?”

“Article 2, Section 1, Subsection 1, Paragraph 1!” answered Rook. “Vilgax, Skrem, Psychobos, we all surrender in accordance with all that I have outlined!”

“You little-!” snapped Skrem.

“Doc, Rook, what are you two doing?!” protested Ben.

“Doctor, you better have some sort of plan!” hissed Amy.

“No, but I have breathing space to make one,” replied the Doctor. “Sontarans have two basic weaknesses. One is the probic vent on the backs of their necks, the other is their love of military protocol. Rook selected rules concerning surrendered prisoners and those rules are a little more involved than the ones involving fugitive combatants.”

“Ah, the ol’ tie-them-up-in-red-tape trick!” realized Amy.

“They’ll kill us once they figured out that particular knot,” said the Doctor, “so let’s keep adding more. Rook, do you have any electronic form of the Galactic Code of Conduct?”

“Yes, right in my-!” Rook’s smile faded as he remembered. “…Oh… Bralla Da! It’s in my quarters in Plumber HQ!”

“All right, new plan,” said the Doctor. “Follow my lead.” She cautiously led everyone out of the brig as Skrem and Vilgax loudly discussed the finer points of the Galactic Code of Conduct while Psychobos tried to shut them up about it.


The Doctor and her friends approached the bridge’s doors. A few guards were at the doors. “Blast. Knew it was too easy,” grumbled the Doctor. The robots spotted them.

“Intruders!” shouted one. “Put your two hands behind your backs!” Ben grinned, then selected an alien. He slid the Omnitrix’s cover back and pressed the core down. Green light surrounded him and he grew while gaining another set of arms. The light faded and in his place was a four-armed alien with four eyes and red skin.

“FOUR-ARMS!” he shouted. He put his right arms behind his back and used his left arms to punch the robots hard enough to scrap them. The Doctor blinked at the brutality. “…What?” asked Four-Arms. “I put two hands behind my back like he said!”

“That name’s on the nose,” remarked Amy.

“No, it’s Four-Arms,” corrected Four-Arms. “I don’t have an alien called On the Nose, not yet at least. If I did, I’d shout ON THE NOSE!”

“Why DID you shout that name anyways?” asked the Doctor.

“To strike fear into those rust buckets!” replied Four-Arms.

“Believe me,” sighed Gwen, “it was bliss when you stopped doing that, Doofus.”

“Oh, whatever, Dweeb!” scoffed Four-Arms as he used all four of his hands to tear the door off…and he immediately got shot at from the robots already on the bridge. “OW! HEY! THAT’S DIRTY FIGHTING!” protested Four-Arms as he tore through the robots. Once the bridge was cleared, the Doctor got to work. “Doc, whatever you have planned, probably wanna be quick about it,” warned Four-Arms. “Vilgax and his goons are sure to come here soon!”

“I need to find the ship’s archived monitor data,” said the Doctor.

“The what?” asked Kevin.

“Black box, flight recorder,” replied the Doctor. “Professor Paradox said Skrem’s after the Hand of Eon to undo a victory I gained over his clone ancestor, Staal, the original General of the 10th Sontaran Fleet.”

“When was that?” asked Max.

“2009. They were responsible for the ATMOS crisis. While the devices DID reduce carbon dioxide emissions from the cars they were installed in, the Sontarans’ purpose for them was to use them to introduce clone feed into Earth’s atmosphere, turning it into a cloning world, where they would make new Sontarans to fight against the Rutans. I managed to stop him by igniting the clone feed introduced into the atmosphere. …So why would a Clone Descendant use time travel to undo that? Sontarans have strict codes of honor against that.”

“I think the question is why is he so desperate?” asked Kevin.

“…You’re quite right,” remarked the Doctor.

“Um, guys!” warned Amy as she pointed out the screens displaying the footage outside the bridge. Vilgax, Skrem, Psychobos and their men had arrived!

“Well, any chance for answers, I suppose,” muttered the Doctor as she keyed in a command on the console. The comms activated. “I will speak to General Skrem in accordance with Jurisdiction 2 of the Intergalactic Rules of Engagement!” The camera footage showed Skrem step towards the camera.

“Under Convention 5,” he said, “that will be the last bit of protocol you and your friends will ever spit at me!”

“That’s agreeable,” said the Doctor. “I never liked red tape in the long run. So, tell me, General Skrem…since when did the 10th Sontaran Fleet become a pack of cowards?”

“HOW…DARE YOU!!!” roared Skrem. “Doctor, you impugn my honor!”

“I’m glad you chose the words Staal used. Because if you said ‘belittle’, I’d have a field day. But time travel to undo a defeat? Sontaran High Command branded that to be the action of a desperate coward and you know there’s a good reason for that. Skrem, you’ve got an entire fleet at your command, with all the bells and whistles, yet you want to use time travel to undo a defeat and kill Earth in the past! Where’s the fight in that?! Where’s the honor?! …Or, is there a reason behind such desperation? This isn’t the usual Sontaran warfare. How would this contribute to Sontar’s war effort?”

“If only we were permitted to contribute to the war effort, then we wouldn’t be so desperate!” The instant Skrem finished that sentence, the Doctor laughed.

“So,” she said, “the sins of the father are visited upon the son, eh?! Exiled from not only Sontar, but the entire war! That’s how much of a setback the terraforming project of ’09 was!”

“What war?” asked Ben. “I didn’t get that when I was Trohll.”

“The war between the Sontarans and the Rutans,” explained Amy, remembering what the Doctor said. “Who knows who started it and who really cares? All we want to know is how it ends.”

“It will end with Sontaran victory once I undo Staal’s defeat!” insisted Skrem.

“And the Hand of Eon will give you that mastery over time?” asked the Doctor.

“Naturally. …Failing that, though…a Chronosapian’s temporal mastery will serve!” Skrem’s ominous statement made Ben back up a bit.

“…Ben, why are you so scared?” asked the Doctor, worried.

“Just a minute, Skrem!” snarled Vilgax. “We had a deal! You don’t need the Omnitrix’s power!”

“Not its full power, no,” replied Skrem, “but the DNA sample of a Chronosapian will suffice!”

“Hold on, there’s Chronosapian DNA in that thing?!” the Doctor asked Ben.

“The form’s called Clockwork,” replied Ben.

“Azmuth made an agreement with the Time Lords!” hissed the Doctor. “All temporally-sensitive life-forms will be locked unless in dire circumstances! How often have you used Clockwork?!” Ben was denied the chance to answer. Vilgax and Psychobos were thrown through the door, smoking all over their bodies.

“You pitiful, barely sentient root v-v-vegetables!” snarled Psychobos. “And I use the term loosely!”

“You will regret crossing me, Skrem!” promised Vilgax.

“I very much doubt it,” replied Skrem. “I will fade from this timeline, as will the rest of the 10th Sontaran Fleet as it stands, but Staal will make the original iteration of the fleet more powerful and more honorable with its victory through our sacrifice! For the glory of Blessed Sontar!”

“Sontar HA! Sontar HA! Sontar HA!”

“Sir!” called a Sontaran. “Primary objective obtained! It’s on the Command Ship!”

“Oh no!” whispered the Doctor.

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 3

Revenge of the Sontarans: Part 2

“How many times have we been in a cell again?” Amy asked the Doctor as they sat in Plumber Lock-up.

“I’ve lost track, as I usually do on my adventures,” sighed the Doctor.

“…Doctor, what ARE the Sontarans like, anyways?” quizzed Amy.

“Nasty, brutish, and short, for one thing,” explained the Doctor. “They’re a clone race that, in this time, is engaged in a war with the Rutan Host. Around this time, it’s been raging for fifty thousand years.”

“Fifty thousand?!” yelped Amy.

“Yes,” confirmed the Doctor. “Thankfully, it fizzled out long before your time.”

“Who started the war? What’s the end goal here?”

“Both sides forgot.”

“…Knowing our luck, they forgot within the first year of that war,” muttered Amy.

“I don’t personally know, I never bothered to check,” said the Doctor, “but I think that would be an accurate assessment, Amy.”

“So what does a Sontaran look like?” asked Amy. The Doctor opened her mouth, then saw someone approaching their door.

“…That. That’s a Sontaran.” She pointed out a Sontaran in full armor, as usual…but the green eyes seemed off to her.

“That’s a Sontaran?” asked Amy. “But he’s-.”

“Free for some odd reason,” remarked the Doctor. “Oi! Soldier!”

“That’s Trohll to you,” replied the Sontaran.

“Well, what’s a troll like you doing in a place like this?”

“Let’s just say we have the same goals, Madame,” replied Trohll. He then opened the cell door! “Come on. We have work to do.”

“Hold on, you should know me!” protested the Doctor. “I’m not exactly a friend of the Sontarans!”

“Well, if you’re who I think you are, then I need your help in keeping the Hand of Eon away from the Sontarans,” said Trohll.

“Keep it away from the Sontarans. Right,” scoffed the Doctor. “We’ll play along for now.”

“Doctor?” asked Amy. The Doctor pulled Amy aside.

“There’s something not right about that Sontaran and I need to know what,” she explained. “Now, either we dither here and hope against hope that the Plumbers will release us, or we follow him and take care of this business quickly for Professor Paradox.”

“Doctor, if the Sontarans are as dangerous as you say they are,” said Amy, “should we trust that one?”

“Oh, Amy, where’s your faith?” asked the Doctor. “Who said we’re trusting him?” She then returned her attention to Trohll. “We’ll follow you for now.”

“Excellent,” replied Trohll. “Now, this way.”


The trio snuck out of the base quickly and arrived on the surface of Bellwood. The Doctor looked up to see Sontaran Battle Spheres. “Good grief! It’s a full invasion force!” she whispered.

“And we need to get up there,” muttered Trohll. “Four allies of mine are prisoners aboard the Chimeran Hammer.”

“Vilgax’s ship?” asked the Doctor. “Why would he need prisoners? …Unless he’s still looking for that watch.”

“The Omnitrix, yes,” said Trohll. “Ol’ Squidface has a one-track mind.”

“…Squidfa…” The Doctor was really confused now. No Sontaran ever talks like that! She then spotted something.

“Tell me, Trohll,” she said, “do Sontaran Scout Spheres go to Vilgax’s ship?” She pointed one out.

“They do,” replied Trohll. “And the robots that make up his crew will believe that I’m taking you as prisoners. Just long enough for me to get you to my friends.”

“Right then, we’d better take it,” said the Doctor. “Amy, it’s gonna be a bit…tight in there.”

“Can’t we steal another that can hold the two of us?” asked Amy.

“Too risky,” replied Trohll.

“Yes, I could conceivably fly a Scout Sphere,” explained the Doctor, “but what would Sontaran Command say if they discovered that prisoners of the Sontaran Empire were driving their own Sphere?” Amy had to concede that point. The trio then entered the Scout Sphere and, even with two small people, it was cramped.

“Trohll, get your foot off mine!” snapped Amy.

“Sorry, I think that’s me,” replied the Doctor as she shuffled away from Amy as best she could.

“Hey! That’s my head you’re touching!” protested Trohll as he checked the instruments. “Fuel…full tank. Oxygen…good enough for three on a journey to Vilgax’s ship. Hull integrity…at maximum. Right. Here we go.” He closed the Sphere’s door and took off. Once the Sphere breached the outer atmosphere of Earth, a Sontaran patrol intercepted them.

“Halt! State your business!” barked the Sontaran in charge of the patrol.

“This is Lieutenant Trohll of the Tenth Sontaran Battle Fleet,” replied Trohll, “bringing prisoners to the Chimeran Hammer for interrogation. Sending verification codes now.” Trohll keyed in the codes and sent them.

“…Verification codes confirmed,” said the Sontaran. “Proceed.”

“Acknowledged. Sontar HA!” Trohll ended the call and the craft made its way to the Chimeran Hammer. It then docked with the ship. “Right…Alien Scum! Out NOW!” Trohll was pretty good at barking orders and making threatening gestures. The Doctor and Amy got out with Trohll marching behind them, heading for the brig.


On the bridge, Vilgax sat in his chair. “Get me Psychobos!” he barked. A robot obeyed and activated a hologram of what looked like a giant purple crab with a moustache, a large cranium, and a large left claw.

“What is it, V-V-V-Vilgax?!” snapped the crab-person, Dr. Psychobos. “I’m very busy trying to reverse engineer Sontaran Technology for your proud vessel! And I use that term loosely.”

“Be warned, Psychobos!” snarled Vilgax. “If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be stuck in that universe! Your genius wouldn’t have saved you! …And I use that term loosely.”

“I AM a genius, thank you very much!” barked Psychobos. “You’ve been constantly harassing me for updates on how t-t-t-to destroy the Hand of Eon, setting back my work significantly! If there is an update, I shall inform you personally! And it’s DOCTOR Psychobos! Good day!” Dr. Psychobos ended the call.

“Insolent Cerebrocrustacean!” snarled Vilgax. “If I didn’t need his help-!” An alarm sounded. “Now what?!”

“Lord Vilgax, Trohll has arrived. Sontaran Command maintains that he’s a spy.”

“Of course he is,” sighed Vilgax in annoyance. “The only thing green about a Sontaran is their blood! Where is he?”

“He’s on his way to the cells with the Time Lord known as the Doctor.” That piqued Vilgax’s interest.

“The Doctor escaped?” he asked. He then grinned. “I knew she was too clever! Now is the time to settle all scores, both with the Doctor and with Ben Tennyson! Send security to the brig immediately! And tell Skrem he’d better get here quickly if he wants to see the Doctor executed!”


Once they made it to the brig, the Doctor, Amy, and Trohll made their way to a group of four cells. The prisoners were an old man in a red Hawaiian shirt, a ginger girl in a blue skirt, a muscular man with long, black hair, and the Revonnahgander that arrested the Doctor and Amy. Trohll approached the Revonnahgander’s cell. “Flushing out evil…” said Trohll.

“You call the Ten Plumbers,” replied the Revonnahgander with a smile.

“Then you got it!” said Trohll happily.

“Naturally,” said the Revonnahgander. He looked to the Doctor. “I must apologize for the arrest, Madame Doctor.”

“So it was all to get me near to Trohll here,” said the Doctor. “You must be Rook Blonko. I trust your family’s harvest has been bountiful?”

“Very, Doctor, thank you,” replied Rook. “I presume you know my prison-mates?”

“Let’s see, the ginger girl,” guessed the Doctor, “is Gwen Tennyson, also known as the Anodite Hero, Lucky Girl, the muscular man is the half Osmosian, Kevin Levin, the man in the Hawaiian shirt is Magister Max Tennyson, semi-retired Plumber, and given how non-Sontaran Trohll is, I’d deduce he’s-.”

“Tennyson!” snarled a voice. Everyone looked to see Vilgax, Psychobos, and Skrem with robots and Sontarans aiming their guns at them.

“…Hang on, Squidface,” said Trohll, “you didn’t ACTUALLY know ahead of time, did you?”

“We all knew, T-T-T-Tennyson!” replied Psychobos.

“For a start, Sontaran eyes don’t glow green,” explained Vilgax.

“And another thing, it’s pronounced LEF-tenant,” said Skrem. “Not LOO-tenant!”

“Then where’s the F?!” protested Trohll. “…Oh well, since we all know…” he keyed in something on his wrist computer and a badge shimmered into view on his collar. The badge was a black circle with a green hourglass design in the center.

“Perception filter to hide the Omnitrix core, huh?” asked the Doctor.

“That’s the idea,” replied Trohll. He then tapped the badge. “Command Code: One, Zero, One, Zero. Tennyson, Benjamin. Disengage life-form lock!” He then slapped the badge and was surrounded by green light. The light then grew into a more human shape before vanishing to reveal Ben 10 himself, a brunette man with green eyes and an alien smartwatch.

“Your intelligence gathering mission was the most uncoordinated one I’ve ever seen!” scoffed Skrem. “And, honestly, perhaps you…Americans should learn how to pronounce ranks correctly!”

“Oh, whatever!” retorted Ben.

“Tennyson, you’ve failed already!” boasted Vilgax.

“And gave the Sontarans the opportunity to enact our standing orders!” cackled Skrem. “To seek out, capture, and execute that sworn enemy of the Sontaran Empire, the Vanquisher of my Clone Ancestor, Staal the Undefeated, the traveler in time and space designated…Doctor!”

“We goofed, didn’t we, Doctor?” asked Amy.

“Looks that way,” replied the Doctor.