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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

The Sontaran Mystic: Part 1

Lightning flashed as the rainstorms that were the central characteristic of this particular planet pounded the surface of the waters and the domed cities. At this moment, the long-necked inhabitants were being evacuated as their precious secrets of cloning and the cloning plants were being locked down. The younger Clones were being escorted away as the more adult and battle-ready clones in their white, Mandalorian-ish armor were readying weapons. Three beings, two human men and one orange-skinned young girl with white and blue head tails, were coordinating the defenses. “Master, there’s something I wanna know!” said the orange-skinned girl to one of the human men with a scar on his eye and a mechanical hand. “How did the Separatists get enough droids to launch a new invasion?!”

“Does it matter, Snips?” asked the man. “We’ll beat them back as usual!”

“General Skywalker!” called a Clone.

“Rex, what is it?” asked the man, Anakin Skywalker.

“The Chancellor’s escape ship was sabotaged!” replied the Clone, Rex. “He can’t get away!”

“What?!” protested Anakin.

“We’ll have to help him,” said the orange-skinned girl, Ahsoka Tano.

“I’ll get the Chancellor to safety,” said the other man, Obi-Wan Kenobi. “You focus on the defenses, Anakin. After all, the battlefield is your favorite place.”

“You know me too well, Master,” chuckled Anakin. Obi-Wan took some Clones and led the way.


In the depths of the city, Tipoca City, an old man in elaborate robes could hear the noise outside his quarters. He growled angrily. What was Dooku thinking? He ordered no attack on Tipoca City! Especially not while he’s here! He would be giving his apprentice a lesson in pain for this! …His grumbling stopped when he heard a noise. It sounded…like a strange whooshing noise, almost like…Vworp? He hadn’t heard that noise before. He looked outside his quarters to see a blue box! What in the name of the Force-?! His internal questions were halted as two women stepped out of the box. “You’re sure it’s here, Doctor?” asked one of the women, Tysar.

“It was centered around here,” replied the other woman, the Doctor. “Now, we’re somewhere during the Clone Wars, but whereabouts, I-.” The Doctor faltered when she saw the man. “…I…see we’re in the middle of an official visit,” remarked the Doctor. “Tysar, allow me to present Sheev Palpatine, the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic.” Palpatine sensed that the Doctor knew something else about him. How much, he couldn’t say right now, so he simply smiled his usual politician’s smile.

“You’ve both come to Tipoca City at a rather perilous time, dear Ladies,” he said.

“Tipoca City?” asked the Doctor. “The capital of Kamino? What are you doing here, Chancellor?”

“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, Miss…?”

“I’m usually known as the Doctor. And this is my assistant, Tysar.”

“A pleasure,” greeted Tysar. By then, Obi-Wan arrived with a few Clones.

“Chancellor!” he said. “Are you all right?”

“Quite well, Master Kenobi,” replied Palpatine. “The Doctor and her assistant, Tysar, had accidentally stumbled into Tipoca City.” Obi-Wan saw the two ladies.

“A pleasure to meet you, Doctor, Tysar,” he greeted. “I am-.”

“General Obi-Wan Kenobi!” whispered the Doctor. “Big fan of your work! Well, the peace-keeping side. I’m sure you understand why I’m a little hesitant to follow your battlefield reports.”

“It’s nice to be famous for something other than battles,” mused Obi-Wan. “Now, what ARE you doing here?”

“General Kenobi, this will sound like a threat in this period of war,” said the Doctor, “but has anyone noticed that someone’s gone missing? I mean, outside of the usual means of going missing during war.”

“No, we’re all still here, Doctor,” replied Obi-Wan.

“Might I ask why you want to know?” asked Palpatine.

“There’s an event called the Grouping going on,” explained the Doctor. “These energy waves called chronal surges are plucking people out of their native time zones and dumping them somewhere else in space and time.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed. He then pulled out his comms.

“Anakin, has anyone gone missing?” he asked.

“No, Master, why?” asked Anakin.

“A strange woman is saying that such an event might happen,” explained Obi-Wan. Another voice then chimed in.

“Masters, this is Ahsoka Tano! You’d better come here quickly!”

“On my way, Padawan!” replied Obi-Wan. He ended the call. “Chancellor, your ship was sabotaged. For your own safety, and yours too, Doctor and Tysar, come with me.”

“Very well,” sighed Palpatine. He’ll have to figure out who sabotaged his ship later.


Ahsoka was helping someone onto a stretcher by the time Obi-Wan, Anakin, and their groups arrived. Ahsoka saw the Doctor and Tysar. “Who are they?!” she yelped.

“I’d quite like to know that myself,” remarked Anakin.

“They’re not enemies, I assure you,” soothed Palpatine. “They answered a few of my questions and made no attempt against me.”

“They’re known as the Doctor and Tysar,” said Obi-Wan. “And they know about us.”

“Anakin Skywalker and Rex!” whispered the Doctor almost reverently. “And Ahsoka Tano as well!”

“You’re a medic, then?” asked Rex.

“Well, I have SOME medical knowledge, yes,” replied the Doctor.

“You should take a look,” said Ahsoka as she gestured to the person on the stretcher. The Doctor took a look and gasped. The person was a blonde woman in a blue dress with pointy ears.

“Zelda!” whispered the Doctor. “So that’s who got caught up in the Grouping! Link must be worried!” Zelda stirred and opened her eyes.

“Wh-where…?” she asked.

“You’re in a dangerous point in space-time,” replied the Doctor. Zelda looked at the Doctor, confused. “…You’re Zelda, princess of the kingdom of Hyrule,” said the Doctor. “When we met, you were also the sixth segment of the Key to Time, but the White Guardian restored you. You were quite surprised at my TARDIS and said that Amy Rose looked good in black.” Zelda’s eyes then widened.

“It cannot be!” she said. “…Doctor?!”

“Hello, Zelda,” replied the Doctor. Zelda sat up with a smile on her face.

“I don’t believe it! …But, why did you-?”

“Occupational hazard for a Time Lord,” replied the Doctor. “Now, this isn’t a safe place for you. You were taken by a chronal surge, an energy wave that plucks people out of their native time zone and into another. You’ve arrived to a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.”

“Well, I’m sure you can take me back,” chuckled Zelda. Just then, a Clone trooper arrived.

“Sirs!” he said. “The enemy is landing!”

“Battle positions!” ordered Anakin. “Doctor, you and your friends stay with us! Sorry to say, that goes for you too, Chancellor.”

“Very well,” agreed Palpatine.


Everyone had taken up positions to defend Tipoca City. Anakin had just received a call. “Sir, the enemy has punched through our fleet!” warned the Admiral coordinating the fleet. “They’re making planet-fall now!”

“Ready!” ordered Anakin. The Clones aimed their weapons at the skies. The ships broke through the clouds and made their way to the landing platforms. The Doctor and Tysar goggled in horror.

“They shouldn’t be here!” whispered the Doctor.

“Doctor, they can’t possibly have that level of time travel!” gulped Tysar.

“Don’t worry,” replied Rex. “We’ll take care of the Clankers!”

“Rex, you’re out of your depth here!” urged the Doctor. “These aren’t the battle droids of the Confederacy!” The enemy vessels opened and out stomped the soldiers of the enemy. The Clones were confused at seeing their domed helmets. They were as tightly coordinated as any Clone Battalion. The leader of the enemy soldiers took his helmet off as did his second-in-command. The Clones saw that they were organic and had heads shaped like potatoes…and had evidence of cloning like the Clone Army!

“Doctor, you know those creatures?” asked Obi-Wan.

“…The Sontarans!” replied the Doctor. “A clone army more dedicated to war than the GAR or the Battle Droids!”

“Breathe in the air, my soldiers!” said the lead Sontaran. “Their fear is rank in Tipoca City! Onwards! To domination!” He then pulled out a cylinder and pressed a button, creating a blade of red light! “SONTAR HA!”

“SONTAR HA! SONTAR HA! SONTAR HA!” chanted the Sontarans. All the while, the Doctor was stunned.

“That can’t be right! He must have stolen that lightsaber!” she shuddered.

“He’s picked the color of an easy target!” replied Anakin.

“General Skywalker, one single Sontaran is more clever than any battalion of Battle Droids!”

“Then we’re on equal footing,” replied Obi-Wan. “But let’s not go in lightsabers blazing.”

“Master, you can’t be serious!” protested Anakin.

“No, let’s let Obi-Wan and I talk to the Sontarans,” said the Doctor.

“You can’t-!” argued Ahsoka.

“Trust me, Ahsoka. I know the Sontarans of old.” The Doctor then strode forward. Obi-Wan followed her. The Sontaran leader’s second-in-command pointed the two out to him. The Sontaran leader then leveled his lightsaber at them. “I will be addressing the leader of the Sontarans!” called the Doctor.

“That would be me!” replied the Sontaran leader. “Your clothes do not match the time period of the Clone Wars!”

“Yeah, fashion evolves, even among us Time Lords.” The Sontaran leader goggled in surprise, then chuckled.

“I was wondering if you would be following the chronal surges plaguing the universe, Doctor!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Mission to the Mind: Part 3

Raz, Wander, and Sylvia goggled. “I ain’t never been inside this thing before, Doctor!” yelped Wander.

“All this inside a tiny box?!” asked Raz.

“How’s it bigger on the inside?!” protested Sylvia.

“Time Lord headache physics,” replied Tysar.

“OI! It’s not THAT much of a headache!” argued the Doctor.

“To Time Lords, maybe,” countered Tysar. The Time Rotor then moved up and down.

“Doctor, the Mooplexian homeworld’s on the other side of the galaxy,” said Wander.

“A short hop,” replied the Doctor. The TARDIS then made its usual arrival noise and the Time Rotor stopped. “Now, let’s see if I got it right.” She switched the scanner on and it revealed what the outside looked like. There were creatures on stems with open mouths and eyeballs spilling out of their sockets, feet on their heads, and stringy hair. Raz was holding his head.

“Man, I’m getting a lot of psychic readings here!” he said.

“We made it!” said the Doctor. “Now, let’s plead our case to them.”

“…Doctor, are these REALLY powerful psychics?” asked Tysar.

“Take it from me, they’re the most powerful in this galaxy, on par with Psychonauts like Raz and the Time Lords. …And, sadly, they take a dim view on Time Lords. They’re sure to lash out if I step outside the TARDIS.”

“…Then maybe you should-.”

“I can’t stay in here. I must make the case in person. …Now come along.” The Doctor opened the doors and the group stepped outside to speak with the Mooplexians. “Great Mooplexians,” called the Doctor, “I am the Doctor. I speak with you on behalf of-.”

“TIME LORD!” boomed a voice. All of a sudden, the area around everyone changed.

“HEY! WHAT’S WITH THE PSYCHIC SHOW?!” yelped Raz. The Mooplexians’ heads then lifted away from their stems and turned into neon colors.

“You and your ilk are not welcome here!” boomed one of the Mooplexians.

“I understand our species’ contempt for one another,” replied the Doctor, “but Lord Hater-!”

“The sad man is unimportant!” replied the lead Mooplexian.

“With respect, Great Mooplexians, he is VERY important! He’s gotten ahold of a machine that can clone psychic powers and uses YOUR mental energy as a power source!”

“He will be dealt with in due course! You, on the other hand-!”

“Wander, you and your friends will wait!” boomed another Mooplexian.

“What are you gonna do?!” yelped Wander, terrified at the Mooplexians’ behavior.

“She will represent her species in the trial!” replied the Mooplexian second-in-command. A stone wall then appeared, separating them from the Doctor.

“HEY!” protested Raz. He then fired a psi-blast at the wall, but no dice.


On the other side of the wall, the Doctor was on a podium. “Time Lord, your species stands accused of generating enemies and generally picking on the little folk when we taught Rassilon, Omega, and Tecteun all those centuries ago that such actions made them pathetic!” boomed the head Mooplexian.

“I can assure you, those lessons HAVE been learned!” urged the Doctor.

“Not true!” replied another Mooplexian. “The Last Great Time War and the resulting corrupted Shadow Proclamation is proof that your species would rather die than learn those lessons! Need we name your personal enemies, Time Lord?! You had no one to call friends, just enemies!”

“Not true! For every enemy you name, I shall name all those I call my friends!”

“Impossible!” retorted the head Mooplexian. “The Daleks, the Toymaker, the Cybermen! You had no one!” Images of those enemies appeared. They were images of when the Doctor first met those enemies.

“Then you haven’t probed deep into my mind!” The Doctor conjured images of her first incarnation’s friends. “Ian Chesterton! Barbara Wright! My granddaughter, Susan Foreman! Vicki! Steven Taylor! Dodo Chaplet! Polly! Ben Jackson!” The images of her friends overpowered the images of her enemies.

“…These…these are lies!” protested a Mooplexian. “Time Lords cannot have friends! The Ice Warriors! The Great Intelligence!”

“Jamie McCrimmon! Victoria Waterfield! Zoe Heriot! Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart!” countered the Doctor. Once again, the images of her friends overpowered the images of her enemies.

“The Nestene Consciousness! The Silurians! The Sea Devils! The Master! Omega! The Sontarans!”

“Dr. Liz Shaw! Jo Grant! Sarah Jane Smith! John Benton! Mike Yates!”

“The Black Guardian! Sutekh! Davros! The Rutans!”

“Harry Sullivan! Leela! K9! Romana! Adric! Nyssa! Tegan Jovanka!”

“The Mara!”

“Vislor Turlough! Kamelion! Peri Brown!”

“The Valeyard!”

“Mel Bush!”

“Fenric!”

“Ace!”


Raz clutched his head as the trial went on. “Raz?” asked Tysar.

“The Doctor’s engaged in a psychic duel with the Mooplexians!” replied Raz.

“Is she nuts?!” protested Wander. “She won’t survive a duel with them!”

“You don’t know her mind like I do, Wander,” said Raz. “It’s full of twists and turns even I can’t navigate.”


“RGH! TECTEUN!” challenged the lead Mooplexian as it and its fellows were straining against the Doctor.

“RGHGF! DAN LEWIS!” countered the Doctor, the strain evident on her mind.

“THE NOT-THINGS!”

“RUBY SUNDAY! JOY ALMONDO! BELINDA CHANDRA!”

“RITA REPULSA! GURAST! DARTH VADER!”

“WILLIAM DAVIES! AMY ROSE! LURRA RUS!”

“POISON IVY! LEX LUTHOR! LOKI! DR. DOOM!”

“RAZPUTIN AQUATO! WANDER! SYLVIA! TYSAR!” By then, the Mooplexians screamed both in the mentalscape and the real world. The wall collapsed as an energy wave erupted from the Mooplexian homeworld.


The energy wave washed over the planet Lord Hater and his Watchdogs had conquered. It was pandemonium aboard the Skullship. Commander Peepers saw something on the screen. “SIR!” he warned. “That energy wave’s affected the mental cloning machine we picked up! Its abnormal energies have set it into overload!”

“Flabdrassit, give it to me straight, Peepers!” complained Hater.

“It’s gonna-!” The machine exploded, sending debris across the room. Lord Hater summoned an electric force field in time, not lowering it until the noise stopped.

“…Don’t ask me how,” snarled Hater, “but this has Wander written all over it!”

“For once, I agree, Sir,” replied Peepers. “Written in big, red letters.”


Back on the Mooplexian homeworld, the Mooplexians were catching their breath as the Doctor’s friends were attending to her. “How is that possible?!” asked Wander. “The Mooplexians are the most powerful psychics in the galaxy! You shouldn’t be alive, Doc!”

“I have my ways,” panted the Doctor.

“You…you have friends…” panted the lead Mooplexian. “…How? Time Lords cannot make friends! They’re too arrogant for that!”

“…Did…did that thing just talk?” asked Sylvia.

“We had transcended physical form, Sylvia,” replied another Mooplexian. “Never, in all our lives, have we encountered a psychic so powerful.”

“You want powerful psychics,” remarked the Doctor, “you should be glad you didn’t fight Raz here. But, as you can see, your accusations against my people of us making only enemies instead of friends only hold water on a case-by-case basis. Even Rassilon is learning that lesson. Now, about Lord Hater’s psychic cloning machine-.”

“Our duel has already destroyed it,” said the head Mooplexian. “Now, with all that said…leave. While you, Doctor, proved to be an exception, Time Lords are not welcome on our quiet world. Take Razputin Aquato home and dare not trespass on our home again.”

“…As you wish,” sighed the Doctor. “Come along, everyone.” She gathered everyone into the TARDIS and it took off while the Mooplexians assumed their natural state.


“So, how do we bring Raz back to his time?” asked Tysar. “I don’t think Lord Hater would want us back on that planet.”

“Oh, the TARDIS has other ways,” replied the Doctor as she fiddled with the controls. “Let’s see, chrono-navigation’s calculated and…bingo!”

“So, now what?” asked Raz.

“Now you get sent back,” answered the Doctor. “Good luck, Razputin Aquato!”

“Bye, Doctor! Hey, when you visit the Motherlobe again, give us some warning if you changed your face again, huh?”

“I make no promises on that,” chuckled the Doctor as she flicked a switch. Raz then faded away, waving goodbye. After a few seconds, the TARDIS landed. “There we are! For Wander and Sylvia, I’ve set us on Zorbula V!”

“Ooh! Never been there before!” said Wander, giddy with excitement.

“I have,” replied Sylvia. “You’ll enjoy it, Wander! A nice, peaceful little place!” She let Wander jump on her saddle and take the reins, then they left the TARDIS.

“Bye, Doc!” called Wander. “See you later!” The door then shut.

“…Well, that’s a nice turn of events,” sighed the Doctor happily. “No death and destruction and the Mooplexians learned something. It’s always nice to see higher beings learn something new. Heck, that’s why I left Gallifrey! Us Time Lords never bothered to learn something new! …Granted, I was exiled for a time because of it, but-!”

“Doctor, I hate to interrupt,” said Tysar, “but the TARDIS found a new chronal surge! …Although it seems to be centered around this galaxy early in its history.”

“Let me see.” The Doctor checked the readings and goggled. “…Well, isn’t THAT a surprise! This is before he became Emperor!”

“Doctor?” asked Tysar.

“Hold onto your hat, Tysar,” warned the Doctor. “We’re going to the Clone Wars, a conflict that plagued this galaxy long before Wander was born.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Mission to the Mind: Part 2

“I, Lord Hater,” began the skeleton, “planetary conqueror and number one superstar, hereby claim this planet and its famous Time Orbble Lake as mine, proving that I am the GREATEST IN THE-!”

“HEY, HATEY!” called Wander.

“…Ignore him, Hater!” Lord Hater growled to himself. “If you ignore him, he’ll go away!”

“That’s a rather lame way to solve your problems, Lord Hater,” remarked the Doctor.

“ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME?!” shouted Lord Hater. “…Wait a minute, who ARE you anyways?!”

“Oh, we met before,” said the Doctor. “That whole business with the Daleks and Lord Dominator and her modifications to the Movellan Virus?” Lord Hater goggled.

“How do YOU know the specifics?!” he demanded. “…Unless…Peepers!”

“Yes, Sir!” replied his right-hand man, Commander Peepers. He then pulled out a scanner and waved it over the Doctor. His singular eye widened. “Time Lord genetics confirmed, Sir!” reported Commander Peepers.

“Sir, that blue box the Doctor has is over here!” called one of the eyeball creatures, the Watchdogs.

“DOCTOR?!” yelped Lord Hater. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! WITH WANDER AGAIN?!”

“Well, I’m trying to get this young man back to his proper point in space-time,” replied the Doctor as she indicated Raz. Commander Peepers checked his scanner again, then his eye widened in surprise.

“Sir, that kid’s psychic readings are off the charts!” he said.

“His psychic powers are not your concern!” urged the Doctor.

“…Oh, aren’t they?!” chuckled Lord Hater as a wicked grin crossed his face. By now, the Doctor and her friends closed ranks around Raz.

“You’re not touching him!” declared the Doctor.

“Watchdogs, EYES UP!” ordered Lord Hater. The Watchdogs leveled their weapons at the group. “I don’t NEED to touch him to get him to come aboard! Just to be on the safe side, you’d better join him and enjoy your five-star suite in the brig while I clone his mind powers!”

“Ha! You don’t have that kind of technology!” cackled the Doctor.


“…So, I HAVE been wrong before,” remarked the Doctor when she saw the machine in Lord Hater’s ship.

“That’s gonna clone my psychic abilities?” asked Raz. “…Looks an awful lot like the Brain Tumbler.”

“With this machine, puny creature,” Commander Peepers said with pride, “we shall clone all psychic abilities and implant them into our test subjects!”

“Psychic cloning is against galactic law,” remarked the Doctor.

“I’M the evil overlord here!” retorted Lord Hater. “I’M the one that decides what is or isn’t legal!”

“Other powers made that kind of thing illegal because of the untold damage it does to both the psychic having their powers cloned and the subject that’s having those powers forcibly implanted into their own mind! It will KILL them! BOTH of them!”

“My science team’s already taking the necessary precautions!” dismissed Hater. “Watchdogs, throw them in the brig! Make sure everything is ready for the kid!”

“Lord Hater, Raz is ten!” protested the Doctor.

“Eleven, actually,” interjected Raz.

“Not the point.” The Watchdogs were set on obeying their master as they leveled their guns at the Doctor and her group.


Everyone was thrown into separate cells in the brig block. “…Well, ain’t this cozy,” grumbled Sylvia.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced,” Wander said to Raz. “Folks call me Wander.”

“Raz,” replied Raz. “Razputin Aquato. From Earth.”

“Never heard of it,” remarked Sylvia.

“It’s not a planet within this galaxy,” replied the Doctor as she fiddled with her cell’s force field. “Have to admit, Lord Hater’s a lot smarter than I gave him credit for.”

“What, for not only hiding the force field emitters,” said Tysar, “but taking your sonic screwdriver?”

“Yes, limiting my options,” remarked the Doctor. “Making me take longer to escape, that WILL put me in a panic…if the Skullship was running on top-of-the-line technology.”

“Yes, the power flow regulators aren’t very advanced,” remarked Tysar.

“Hater’s always focused on whether or not something is cool in his eyes,” said Sylvia. “So I’m not surprised to hear you say that.”

“Hm, primitive technology by anyone’s metrics,” said the Doctor, “but stubborn. …Actually, Raz, can you still use your powers? Simple telekinesis on the force field control panel should be sufficient.”

“Let’s see,” replied Raz. He held his hand to the side of his head, then concentrated. The control panel then sparked and the force fields vanished. The Doctor grinned.

“Rule one of containing a psychic!” she said.

“Always have something on hand to shut off their powers!” finished Raz.

“So what now?” asked Sylvia.

“Now I need to know what Hater’s plans are,” said the Doctor. “And, of course, get my screwdriver back.” She saw a console with a screen above it. “That might do it. Let’s see…password locked. Right then.” She tried the obvious password of “password” and all variations. “…No, looks like Hater’s not that stupid. …Wait, maybe something that strokes his ego.” She tried a variation of Lord Hater’s name and the fact that he considered himself the number one superstar. “…AHA!” she called. “Perfect!” She then called up the data of the mission to the planet. “…Hm…well, that WOULD be a prudent thing to do.”

“Doctor?” asked Wander.

“It seems Lord Hater, in a bout of paranoia, fears that Lord Dominator would use Time Orbble Lake to travel back to the past and undo her big defeat at his hands.”

“Well, you gotta admit,” remarked Sylvia, “losing to Hater would bruise anyone’s ego.”

“There’s something that just doesn’t add up, though,” remarked the Doctor. “Where does Raz fit into all this?” She triple-checked her research. “…Infernal cheek!” she muttered. “Raz was just a spur-of-the-moment plan!”

“Well, I guess I can be somewhat relieved,” remarked Raz.

“Doctor, what does it say about Hater’s machine?” asked Tysar.

“Haven’t found those files yet,” replied the Doctor. “Come on, come on! No, I don’t want to see tickets to Lord Hater and the Harbingers of Doom! No, the-! Aha! Here it is! …Huh. …It’s a Cluckon weapon.”

“Cluckon?” asked Sylvia. “Those chickens? Why would they want it?”

“It was intended to be a weapon to use the powers of the Mooplexians to psychically attack someone, but it looks like Lord Hater intended to use that power for his own purposes.”

“And Mooplexians are…?” asked Tysar.

“Well, they look like the dumbest creatures in the universe, but those are only shells of their real selves. Their actual intelligence is phenomenal, rivaling even the Time Lords. And using them as a power source for this psychic cloning machine WOULD give Hater a degree of control…right! We have to go to the Mooplexian Homeworld!”

“Doctor, we can’t just leave! The TARDIS is still by the lake!” protested Tysar.

“Lord Hater can guard that lake as much as he wants,” replied the Doctor, “but the weapon needs to be destroyed and the Mooplexians have that kind of reach.”

“Doctor, there’s sure to be Watchdogs…well, WATCHING the TARDIS!”

“Leave that to me and Wander!” replied Sylvia. Wander then took off his hat and rummaged around in it.

“Let’s see…aha!” He pulled out a Watchdog’s suit! “They’re about my height! I always wanted to see what being a Watchdog was like!”

“Perfect! Let’s go!” declared the Doctor.


The Doctor and her group arrived at the front of the Skullship where guards were placed for any attempted jailbreaks. Wander was dressed up in his Watchdog suit and had a super soaker in his hands. It looked like one of the Watchdogs’ usual laser rifles, so no one really blinked. “All right, as we planned,” the Doctor said to Wander.

“Right,” replied Wander. “And…sorry in advance.” He then “roughly” shoved the Doctor forward. “Come on, you!” he barked. “Get going! You too, Zbornak! And you apes!” Everyone marched towards the front.

“HALT!” called one of the guards. “What do you think you’re doing, Private? The prisoners are supposed to stay in their cells!”

“Lord Hater ordered me to give them some exercise as long as we’re on the planet!” replied Wander.

“It’s true,” replied Raz. “Go ahead and check with him.”

“Yes, he was quite insistent,” supplied the Doctor.

“Yeah, right!” scoffed the other guard. “Let me just check, huh?” He pulled out a walkie-talkie and called up Lord Hater.

“What is it, Bob?!” demanded Lord Hater. “I’m busy making my new torture room mixtape!”

“Lord Hater, one of the Privates said that he got direct orders from you to-.”

“ARE YOU MAKING ONE OF THE PRIVATES DISOBEY ME?!” shouted Hater.

“N-NO, SIR!” yelped the guard. “NOT AT ALL, SIR!”

“THEN LET HIM GET ON WITH IT! HATER, OUT!” Hater hung up.

“…W-Well, get on with it!” ordered the guard as he and his friend stepped aside.

“Thanks!” replied Wander. He then escorted everyone out. After a few seconds, one of the guards thought for a moment.

“…Hang on! Since when do we have orange beards?!” he asked his friend. The other guard goggled, then whirled around, blaster armed!

“HEY! GET BACK IN YOUR CELLS!” he shouted.

“RUN!” shouted the Doctor. The group rushed towards the TARDIS and made it inside as the Watchdogs fired!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Mission to the Mind: Part 1

On a distant planet, a blue dinosaur-like creature was carrying an orange furred creature on its back. They had arrived at what looked like a pool of bubble liquid. “There it is!” cheered the orange creature. “Time Orbble Lake! The place where Wilmur and Orbble found the secret to making Time Orbbles!”

“I still remember when we almost filled up on Time Orbble juice,” remarked the dinosaur-like creature as she shuddered. “That could have been a whole thing!” Just then, the lake started bubbling! “What the-?!”

“That’s never happened before!” yelped the orange creature. An energy wave then washed over them. The two stumbled a bit.

“Wander, are you okay?!” asked the dinosaur-like creature.

“I’m fine, Syl,” replied the orange creature, Wander. He then checked his hat. “…This thing’s okay. You?”

“Doing all right,” said the dinosaur-like creature, Sylvia. “What the heck happened?!”


Back in the TARDIS, the Doctor checked the instruments. She was still tracking chronal surges, then…the TARDIS rocked as if it hit turbulence! The Doctor worked feverishly to stabilize things. Tysar stumbled into the console room. “Doctor, what was that?!”

“A chronal surge!” replied the Doctor. “It passed us while we were in the Vortex!”

“Can you get anything from it?” asked Tysar.

“Checking now…huh. Haven’t been to that galaxy in a while.”

“Doctor?”

“We’re going to a galaxy an old friend of mine lives in right now,” said the Doctor. “That’s where the chronal surge is putting its victim. Setting coordinates now and…”


Wander and Sylvia were still trying to puzzle out that energy wave. …Well, Sylvia was. Wander was still distracted by the Time Orbble lake. “Wander, can you please pay attention?!” complained Sylvia.

“I am!” protested Wander. Sylvia pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Look, it’s pretty, but that lake’s not as important as-!” She stopped when she heard a noise. “…As that, apparently,” she finished. Wander heard the noise too.

“What the heck’s going on?” he asked as a wind picked up. Just then, the TARDIS materialized on the planet. Wander’s face lit up. “DOCTOR!” he said. Sylvia goggled.

“No way is that all a coincidence!” she said. The Doctor and Tysar then stepped out.

“Doctor, what IS this planet?” asked Tysar.

“It’s where two people were inspired to make a form of transportation,” replied the Doctor. “A sort of soap bubble that keeps you alive in space and lets you wander-.”

“That’s the name!” interjected Wander. The Doctor looked down and grinned when she saw Wander’s face.

“Wander!” she greeted. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“You changed your face again, huh Doctor?” asked Wander.

“Doctor?” asked Sylvia. “Wander, I think that energy wave messed with your head. That’s not the Doctor.”

“So you’re saying I never helped you two against Lord Dominator and the Daleks?” asked the Doctor. “I had to modify the Movellan Virus to take them both down.”

“Good grief, it IS you!” yelped Sylvia. “But how?!”

“Her ability to change her face is known among my people,” said Tysar.

“Wander, Sylvia, meet Tysar, my current companion,” introduced the Doctor.

“Nice to meet you!” greeted Wander as he shook Tysar’s hand. “Folks call me Wander and that there is Sylvia!”

“How’s it going?” asked Sylvia.

“Random question,” said the Doctor, “but have you lot felt any strange energy waves?”

“Yeah, why?” asked Sylvia. “You tracking it?”

“All right, slightly related question,” continued the Doctor, “are you familiar with the Grouping?” Wander goggled.

“…Doc, I was a victim of that thing!” he said. “It took the Monan Host to get me back to my proper time!”

“Well, it’s happening again, Wander,” sighed the Doctor. “That energy wave was a chronal surge.”

“Um, could someone fill me in?” asked Sylvia.

“Chronal surges take someone out of one point in space time and put them somewhere and somewhen else,” explained Tysar. “I went through that myself. Ended up seeing the homeworld of one of the heroes of my people.”

“There are multiple chronal surges happening throughout space and time,” continued the Doctor. “The blending of those points is called the Grouping.”

“Well, Syl and I are still here,” said Wander.

“Meaning we’ll need to check for-.” The Doctor was interrupted by a groan somewhere nearby. “…That sounds familiar,” she said. “Fan out. We need to find this person and-.”

“Doctor, over here!” called Tysar near the edge of the lake. “It’s some kid with flight goggles!”

“Flight goggles?” The Doctor, Wander, and Sylvia rushed up to Tysar to see the kid she was talking about. The kid was face down and groaning in dull pain. The Doctor turned him over to see his features and gasped. “RAZ!” she yelped. The kid, Raz, scrunched his face and slowly opened his eyes.

“No, Mom,” he groaned deliriously, “psychic bears are a bad idea.” He then saw everyone standing over him. “HOLY-!” He fired a blast of mental concussive energy and knocked the Doctor off her feet!

“STEADY ON!” protested the Doctor.

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!” demanded Raz. “WHERE AM I?!”

“You’re in another time entirely, Razputin Aquato,” explained the Doctor. “As for who we are, well, you met ME before, but not in this body.”

“…Lady, I don’t know who you are,” said Raz.

“Then give me a mental checkup,” replied the Doctor. “You still have that Psycho-portal, yes?”

“…Okay, you obviously know about the Psychonauts,” said Raz. He then pulled out a little door. “So you consent to a mental checkup?”

“I do indeed,” confirmed the Doctor. Raz then put the door on the Doctor’s forehead. The Doctor shut her eyes. “Everyone, Raz is just entering my mind. There’s categorically no cause for alarm.” Raz then lowered his goggles over his eyes and projected his mind into the Doctor’s.


Raz found himself in a room with a hexagonal console in the center. “…That’s the mindscape of the Doctor!” he said.

“Yes, it is, isn’t it?” asked a voice. Raz turned to see a woman with long brown hair, a blue coat, a green pleated skirt, and a floppy hat.

“Doctor?!” he yelped.

“Yes, this is what I looked like when we first met, right Raz?” asked the woman, the Doctor’s previous incarnation.

“Wait, so that lady that looks like a supermodel is you?! You changed your face again?”

“An unfortunate hazard,” remarked the Doctor.

“So I’m gonna go through the door…and see her?”

“That’s the idea.”

“NO!” came a voice. A few short men in business suits with giant no symbol stamps arrived.

“Oh, lovely,” sighed the Doctor. “My Censors.”

“I’ll take care of them!” said Raz. He psi-blasted them as the Doctor practiced Venusian Aikido on them. She then opened the door for Raz.

“Through here,” she said.

“Thanks!” Raz entered the door and found himself in the current console room where the current Doctor was working on one of the console’s panels. “…Well, that just proves it,” he said.

“Hm?” The Doctor looked up from her work. “Ah, there you are! Didn’t meet all my previous incarnations?”

“I think I saw enough of them when I first met you,” remarked Raz. “Well, that’s all the proof I need.”

“Exit’s right behind you,” said the Doctor. Raz entered another door, then found himself lifting away from the console room.


Raz and the Doctor woke up as the psycho-portal fell off the Doctor’s head. “I’m convinced,” said Raz. “What made you change your body anyways, Doctor?”

“Occupational hazard,” replied the Doctor. “Now, I think I’d better fill you in on the current problem, hm?” The Doctor introduced Wander, Sylvia, and Tysar, then explained what happened to Raz.

“That explains why everything around me changed,” said Raz, taking it all in stride.

“We’ll get you back to your own time,” promised the Doctor.

“We’re at Time Orbble Lake,” said Wander, “maybe that can help him!”

“…No wonder that lake looks familiar!” chuckled the Doctor. “What a stroke of luck! Wander, do you have a clean Orbble Wand?”

“I should have one somewhere,” remarked Wander as he took his hat off and rummaged around in it. He then pulled out a warning beacon that was screaming!

“Okay, that’s a little worrying!” gulped Tysar.

“What’s that?” asked Raz.

“My Hatey Clock!” replied Wander. “It only goes off when Lord Hater’s coming!” A big smile crossed Wander’s face.

“Lord Hater’s coming?” asked the Doctor. She then face-palmed. “Of course the situation gets that complicated.”

“Is that as worrying as it sounds?” asked Tysar. Just then, a ship that looked like a skull with hot rod attachments arrived. It opened its mouth, unfurled its tongue like a carpet, and an army of small, diminutive creatures with giant eyes for heads wearing black suits marched out, chanting “HATE’S GREAT! BEST VILLAIN! HATE’S GREAT! BEST VILLAIN!” Their commander then arrived. He wore a helmet with a giant lightning bolt sticking out of it.

“By the authority vested in me by Lord Hater,” he called, “this planet now belongs to the greatest villain in the galaxy, Lord Hater!” That was when a skeleton with green eyes, black and red robes, and yellow gloves with tiny lightning bolt antennae on the hood arrived.

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Planet of the Krynoids: Part 4

Everyone entered the main lab to see Tevik lying dead and a Krynoid in its transitionary period standing over him! This Krynoid was a healthy green! “Demna?!” yelped Tysar. The Krynoid turned to see the entire group. The Paradigm Drone Dalek entered the room and spotted the creature.

“EXTERMINATE!” it shouted and fired! The Krynoid was knocked back, then ran out of the hole it made in the wall.

“Oh, looky!” grunted the Doctor. “Another target Daleks can’t kill, a healthy Krynoid!”

“We have to get Demna-!” urged Tavis.

“Demna’s gone,” replied the Doctor. “The Krynoid’s consumed EVERYTHING about him. His flesh, his mind, his very SOUL!”

“Doctor, you said that Krynoids can control plants,” said Sailor Pluto.

“Alert! Alert! Vegetation ensnaring lab!” warned the Dalek as vines covered the hole the Krynoid made.

“…Your sense of timing is appalling, Setsuna!” hissed the Doctor.

“My crew!” gasped Tavis. “I have to contact my crew!” He pulled out his communicator. “Attention! Attention! This is Captain Tavis!”

Bettan, receiving you, Sir!” replied another voice.

“The situation’s bad!” reported Tavis. “Prepare for takeoff!”

“What about you?!”

“Never mind me!” urged Tavis. “Dr. Vrelan had created a Krynoid and has tested on Daleks! One Dalek survivor already shot him, the rest of the science team were fed to the Krynoid! Vrelan was a Reclamationist! Get out of there, NOW! The jungle will literally turn against you! Get back to New Davius! We’ll deal with the Krynoid here!”

“…Understood, Sir. Good luck.” The call ended.

“Doctor, the TARDIS!” warned Tysar.

“I’ll get you to the TARDIS when this is over, Doctor,” promised Sailor Pluto.

“You see? We have a route back,” the Doctor assured Tysar. “For now, we need to deal with the current crisis. …You, Red Dalek Ranger!”

“That is not my name!” barked the Dalek.

“We need to cut a way through to the Krynoid so we can deal with it. Can your weapon destroy plant matter?”

“Yes! My weapon can do the job, but my manipulator arm can also be replaced with a cutting torch!”

“Ooh! Two means of plant destruction! Good, good, good!” She plucked a communicator out of the lab’s storage unit. “Now, one, two, three, four, five. The Dalek and I are going alone, ask me why.”

“Why?!” yelped the Quantum Ranger.

“Because I’m dangerous when I don’t know what I’m doing. Right then! Ranger!” The Dalek twitched at being named. The panel on the back of its travel skirt then opened as its manipulator arm moved along a rail on its midsection, then tucked itself into the space the panel was concealing. A new arm then replaced it as the panel slid back into its usual place, then the new arm traveled along the rail and fitted itself into the manipulator arm socket. “Excellent! Let’s go!”

“Doctor-!” protested Tysar.

“Stay with the others, Tysar!” called the Doctor as she and the Dalek headed off.

“…Hey, if it gets too hairy,” said the Quantum Ranger, “I can get help.” He pulled out his Morpher. “This thing allows me to summon the Q-Rex Zord.”

“And I can augment its attacks with my own,” offered Sailor Pluto.

“…We wait until the Dalek does something stupid,” decided Tysar.


The Doctor and the Dalek cut their way through the jungle and entered a clearing. “Krynoid in vicinity!” warned the Dalek.

“Hold off on your weapons for a second,” said the Doctor. “I want to negotiate.”

“Negotiations with you animals,” replied a voice, “will not be possible, Doctor.” The Doctor and the Dalek whirled around to see the fully matured Krynoid and…

“GOOD NIGHT!” yelped the Doctor. “You’re as big as St. Paul’s Cathedral already!”

“Skaro’s sun has provided us the opportunity to grow to this size,” replied the Krynoid.

“Listen, if Demna’s in there, I need to speak with him!” urged the Doctor.

“The Thal host is gone. We shall go to New Davius.”

“You’re too big for the Bettan!”

“But our pods will survive. They need to adapt to space and the properties of New Davius. Once the Thals discover the pods, they shall germinate and we shall finish what the Daleks could not. Soon, Dalek and Thal alike will cease to exist. Skaro and New Davius belong to us.”

“I think I’ve heard enough!” declared the Doctor. “Dalek!”

“EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!” The Dalek fell onto basic Dalek instinct, but the gunstick and torch arm proved useless. The Krynoid grabbed the Dalek and crushed it like a tin can.

“…Well, that’s a distress signal sent out to the wrong crowd,” muttered the Doctor.

“The Daleks cannot stop us,” replied the Krynoid. “Skaro will be ours. We shall consume all animal life-.” Just then, something big and metal struck the Krynoid from behind. The Krynoid turned to see a metal T-rex robot staring it down.

“…Isn’t that the-?” The Doctor realized what was going on. “…Eric!” she grumbled.

“Doctor, before you get mad,” said Tysar as she and her group arrived, “Eric summoning his Q-Rex Zord was the best option we had for distracting the Krynoid!”

“And its stasis field attack can immobilize the Krynoid long enough to be destroyed!” urged Sailor Pluto.

“Speaking of which,” said the Quantum Ranger. He held his Morpher to where his mouth would be. “Q-Rex, MEGAZORD MODE!” The Q-Rex Zord then assumed a humanoid form with a missile launcher replacing the right forearm. “Now, MAX BLIZZARD!” The Q-Rex Megazord fired streams of stasis energy from its shoulder at the Krynoid. The Krynoid froze in time, then Sailor Pluto summoned her Garnet Rod, complete with the Garnet Orb on top, and twirled it to create a whirlwind.

“Dead Scream!” she announced as the wind entered the Garnet Orb, creating a glowing purple ball of energy. She spun once, holding the Garnet Rod before her, and then fired the light purple energy at the temporally frozen Krynoid, destroying it in an explosion.

“…Q-Rex, return,” the Quantum Ranger said into his Morpher. The Q-rex left the scene.

“Captain Tavis, this is the Bettan,” came a voice over Tavis’ comms.

“Go ahead,” ordered Tavis.

“We’re ready to pick you all up, but it’s going to have to be a quick one! That Dalek sent out a distress signal to the Dalek Fleet currently 500 parsecs from the Skaro System.”

“Come on!” called Tavis. Everyone rushed back to the Bettan and it took off, leaving Skaro’s atmosphere and entering hyperspace quickly. The new helmsman checked the readings.

“…We’re not being pursued,” he reported. “The Daleks are too busy with landing on the now…well, for them, safer Skaro.”

“Yeah, safe isn’t exactly a word I’d use for Skaro,” remarked the Doctor. “Now, with us being in a much safer position, we need to get Sailor Pluto and Eric back.”

“I’ll deal with that part, Doctor,” said Sailor Pluto. “Time is also my thing, not just the Time Lords. By the way, congratulations on Gallifrey’s second restoration.”

“Thank you!” replied the Doctor.

“Come along, Eric!” declared Sailor Pluto. “I know you’re a Time Force ranger, but this is a little too far into your future.”

“Right,” replied the Quantum Ranger. He then held up his Morpher. “Power Down!” he said. His suit then vanished and he returned to normal. “Later!” he called. Sailor Pluto then used her Garnet Rod to make herself and Eric vanish.

“Well, with all that…goodbye,” said the Doctor as she headed back to the TARDIS.


The Doctor arrived in Engineering and found the TARDIS where she parked it. “There we are, old girl,” she said to her ship. She then heard footsteps. She looked to see Tavis and Tysar. “…You know me,” the Doctor said. “No point in long goodbyes.”

“But our job isn’t done yet,” said Tysar.

“…Tysar, I brought you back to your people,” reminded the Doctor.

“She’s right,” remarked Tavis. “You don’t need to travel with her anymore.”

“Too many people are being taken out of their proper times,” insisted Tysar. “I NEED to help them! And so does the Doctor!”

“You don’t need to travel with her!” replied Tavis.

“I have a job to do! And now, so do you!”

“Tysar, you’re choosing to go with a person where death just follows her and you’re very likely going to be a casualty!” Tysar goggled at Tavis.

“…I beg your pardon?” asked the Doctor.

“A lot of good people died along with the wicked ones,” said Tavis, looking directly at the Doctor, “and that’s more death than I signed up for.”

“Tavis, do you really think I wanted today to unfold the way it did?”

“No, Doctor, but I don’t see how you can go on when I can barely stomach it. And Tysar, how can YOU stomach it?!”

“I’m in the same boat as the Doctor here!” argued Tysar. “I may not have liked Demna, but I wouldn’t wish his fate on anyone and I doubt-!”

“Tysar, please,” interrupted the Doctor. She looked at Tavis. “…You’d rather not come with us?”

“My people say that a hero can burn someone like fire if you get too close and, Doctor, I got too close to every Thal’s hero today! …Tysar, please, don’t get too close to the Doctor.”

“…That’s not an option!” hissed Tysar. “Not when the universe needs my help while I’m capable of doing something to help it!” She then rushed to the TARDIS doors.

“Tysar! No! NOT LIKE THIS!” argued Tavis despairingly.

“Doctor, come on! We have work to do!” called Tysar. She then shut the door, leaving the Doctor to consider what was said. …She then sighed and walked to the doors.

“Doctor, you can’t-!” protested Tavis.

“I’m sorry, but she’s made her choice, Tavis,” said the Doctor. “…But she’ll be back on New Davius when this is over, I promise.”

“…How can you promise something like that when it’s HER choice?” asked Tavis, the first Thal to ever look at the Doctor with bitterness. He stormed back to the bridge. The Doctor sighed, then entered the TARDIS. It dematerialized in its usual manner with an engineer looking at where it was, having heard the whole argument.

“…Good luck, Doctor, Tysar,” said the engineer as he resumed his work.

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Planet of the Krynoids: Part 3

“OPEN UP IN THERE!” shouted Demna as he banged on the lab’s door. “I KNOW A PREFABRICATED LAB WHEN I SEE ONE!”

“He’s not listening,” muttered Sailor Pluto.

“Maybe I can get us in,” said Eric as he pulled out a red handheld device. “QUANTUM POWER!” he called. A red suit and full-face helmet then appeared over him as he assumed his identity as the Quantum Ranger.

“Eric, your Ranger form is overkill!” protested the Doctor. “No, this requires finesse.” She pulled out her sonic screwdriver.

“Well, good thing the door’s not wood,” chuckled Sailor Pluto. The Doctor switched the screwdriver on and aimed it at the door…but nothing happened.

“What?” muttered the Doctor. She buzzed the door again, but still nothing. She checked the readings. “…Drat! He’s deadlocked the door! All right, Eric, go ahead.”

“Quantum Defender it is!” said the Quantum Ranger. He pulled out a red and silver t-rex themed gun and fired at the door lock. The lock exploded and the door opened. The Quantum Ranger mimed blowing on the barrel.

“…You DO realize that’s a laser, right?” asked Tevik.

“Oh, bite me!” replied the Quantum Ranger. “It’s cool!” The group then entered the lab.

“It’s dark in here,” muttered the Doctor. “I really must start carrying a torch!”

“Found the lights,” replied Demna.

“Switch them on,” ordered Tavis. The lights switched on and everyone could see the tubes with what looked like mounds of over-cooked spinach in them…barring one.

“Now that IS peculiar,” muttered the Doctor. She then spotted a recording device. “I wonder.” She then played back what Vrelan had recorded earlier. “…Smaller subjects?” muttered the Doctor. “What-?”

“Doctor!” called Tysar, slightly panicked.

“What is-?” The Doctor gasped when she saw the final tube. Inside it wasn’t a vegetable mound…but a Dalek creature!

“Eugh!” gagged the Quantum Ranger. “What IS that?!”

“That’s what a Dalek really looks like inside its casing,” replied the Doctor.

“THAT’S a Dalek?!” protested the Quantum Ranger. “The most evil life-form in existence?!”

“Then the mounds are-?!” gulped Tysar.

“They USED to be Daleks like our friend here,” replied the Doctor. “But somehow, they came into contact with Krynoid DNA. Not exactly ideal for a Krynoid host.”

“Why would Vrelan want to do that?!” shuddered Tavis. “The Daleks are evil, but we can’t inflict suffering on them! Otherwise we’d be no better than the Daleks!”

“The same kind of thing I said to myself when I found myself at the Daleks’ Genesis,” said the Doctor, recalling the incubation room and the wires she held in her fourth incarnation’s hand and Sarah Jane and Harry trying to urge her, rather HIM, to complete his mission for the Time Lords.

“But why make green bombs, Doctor?” asked Sailor Pluto.

“Tavis, Tysar, are there any on New Davius that would see the Thals return to Skaro?” asked the Doctor.

“The Reclamationists,” replied Tysar. “They think we can somehow push the Daleks off Skaro and retake it, making it a planet for purely Thals to live on. Basically, we should do to the Daleks what they did to us, at least that’s what a Reclamationist would say.”

“Fan out and search,” ordered Tavis. “But be careful. His logs said that the control variable’s still alive.”

“Tysar, Sailor Pluto, Eric, you stick close to me,” directed the Doctor. As everyone left, the Dalek creature looked intently at their retreating forms. Then it focused on the glass imprisoning it and prepared to hurl itself against the glass!


Demna had his side arm in his hand, looking fierce. “No Reclamationist’s gonna make ME move here!” he growled. “I’ll-!”

“Excuse me, but what are you doing here?” asked Vrelan’s voice as he stepped out of the shadows.

“Dr. Vrelan, you’d better not be a Reclamationist!” warned Demna. “If I find out that this whole thing is supposed to ‘reclaim Skaro for the Thal Race’, I’ll-!” Vrelan kicked the gun out of Demna’s hand then stuck a syringe into his neck! Demna collapsed to the ground with Vrelan making it so the impact didn’t make so much noise.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” said Vrelan, “but I can’t let you stop me, not when we CAN reclaim Skaro and drive the Daleks away. …It seems the experiment must take a different course.”


Tysar was bouncing her knee up and down, looking around nervously. “Doctor, are we really safe?” asked Sailor Pluto, verbalizing Tysar’s question.

“Relatively, yes,” said the Doctor. “But this IS Skaro we’re talking about and-.” She was interrupted by a scream.

“That was Demna!” yelped Tysar.

“Come on!” called the Doctor. By now, everyone rushed to Demna’s position. He was convulsing bad. The Doctor knelt down and saw green hives on his hand!

“He’s been in contact with a Krynoid pod!” she warned. “Everyone, keep back!”

“Doctor, are we sure of that?” asked Tysar.

“It’s the only logical explanation!” replied the Doctor.

“Then…why is there a puncture mark on his neck?”

“What?!” The Doctor caught sight of the puncture mark! “…This isn’t because of a pod! The Krynoid DNA’s been administered via a syringe!”

“…Vrelan!” hissed Tavis. “That must be the deployment system he talked about in his logs!”

“We need to get him to sick bay!” urged Tevik.

“Agreed! Come on, Demna!” The Doctor and Tavis helped the infected Demna up.


Demna was tied down as the hives were turning into vines. “I’m going to try and save him, but I don’t have much hope,” said the Doctor.

“The sedatives won’t wear off for a while yet,” reported Tevik. “We need to find Vrelan and make him pay!”

“Doctor, we’ll stand guard here,” offered Tavis. “You just keep my sister and our friends safe as you look for him, all right?”

“Got it,” replied the Doctor. The group then left.

“Sir, do you think there’s any hope for Demna?” asked Tevik.

“I don’t know, Lieutenant,” sighed Tavis. “All we can do is hope the Doctor can prevent his death.”


The group arrived at a locked part of the lab. “Let’s see what’s behind door number one, shall we?” asked the Doctor. She buzzed the door and it opened with ease. They entered the room and took stock.

“Look at all this!” said the Quantum Ranger. “What’s it all for?!” The Doctor examined the notes.

“Militarized terraforming!” she growled. “That’s what this is all about! It’s not just to reclaim Skaro, it’s to weaponize the telepathic control Krynoids have over other plants!” The Doctor then heard the familiar rattling noise Krynoids make! She turned to see a Krynoid in its humanoid shape within arm’s reach of the Quantum Ranger and Sailor Pluto! “Eric! Setsuna! Get back!” The two turned around and jumped back.

“Is that a Krynoid?!” yelped Tysar. The Doctor noticed how brown it was.

“…Yes, but it’s malnourished,” she said.

“Is that…dried blood on its tendrils?” asked Sailor Pluto.

“…Yes. In fact, it’s dried Slyther blood, along with dried THAL blood!”

“Thal?! You mean Vrelan’s fed his team to this thing?!”

“Yes, but it looks like he’s really stretched out the time between meals, watering, and time in the sun for this poor thing.”

“A necessary sacrifice I was willing to make,” came Vrelan’s voice. Everyone turned to see Vrelan with a modified Dalek gun in his hand!

“Vrelan, this is obscene!” snarled the Doctor. “What you’re doing is wrong! You’ve killed your entire team and-!”

“My ENTIRE team, Doctor?” asked Vrelan. “I think you’ll find Varsa is very much alive.” He nodded to the sickly Krynoid. “Though she won’t be for long.”

“Varsa?!” yelped Tysar. “That’s my childhood friend!”

“Demna should serve to be a better candidate for what I have planned,” said Vrelan.

“What, weaponized terraforming?” asked the Doctor. “Careful, that’s a Dalek method.”

“No! It’s different!” insisted Vrelan.

“I see no difference! You tap into the Krynoid’s telepathic field and then what? Command it to kill the Daleks, bring any survivors to you so you can convert them into your green bombs and detonate them to make new jungles, is that it?!”

“The Daleks will finally create something worthwhile through their deaths! And I have the means to control the Krynoids! They’ll be cultivated into something better! All the worlds the Daleks brought under their control? We can restore them! The Daleks never cared about the natural world of each planet they control! Not even Skaro! Well, the Daleks will learn what happens when you anger Mother Nature and-!”

“This isn’t part of the natural world!” argued the Doctor. “Bending plants to someone’s will, especially a Krynoid, will get someone killed!” Then…they heard a crash, like glass shattering. “…Oh no!”

“…Demna?” asked Tysar.

“No! I haven’t fitted the control collar on him yet!” yelped Vrelan. The Doctor then spotted what she initially thought was a red boiler…but upon closer inspection, she saw a plunger, an elongated whisk, black hemispheres, a pair of dome lamps, and an eyestalk.

“…Those Daleks you used,” she said, “were they Paradigm ones?”

“Mere drones, why?” asked Vrelan. Just then, two people outside screamed!

“Tavis?!” yelped Tysar. Tavis stumbled in, trying to get something off of him! The Doctor realized that it was the sole uninfected Dalek!

“GET THAT THING OFF HIM!” she called. Everyone, sans Vrelan, rushed to get the Dalek off Tavis, then the Dalek leapt off and scurried towards the Paradigm Drone casing. It opened the top, then slithered into the casing and closed it! The eyestalk then switched on! It had a yellow light with a blue pupil shaped after a goat’s. The casing’s limbs and eyestalk then twitched and rose upwards until they were level with everything. The dome swiveled so the eyestalk could take everything in. It spotted the sickly Krynoid, then aimed its gunstick!

“EXTERMINATE!” it shouted. It then fired, killing the sickly Krynoid.

“NO! YOU FOOL!” shouted Vrelan. “YOU’RE RUINING THE-!” The Dalek fired its gunstick on Vrelan, exterminating him and taking its revenge. It then looked directly at the Doctor.

“YOU ARE THE DOCTOR!” it screamed. “YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS! YOU WILL BE-!” Another scream then cut it off, then a crash!

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Planet of the Krynoids: Part 2

The repairs lasted a while. During that time, the ship was still hanging in space just above the planet. Finally, the Doctor grumbled and pulled herself out of the console she was working on. “…Well?” asked Tavis.

“…There’s nothing wrong with your sensors and Tevik’s math is correct,” sighed the Doctor.

“What on New Davius is THAT supposed to mean?!” protested Demna. “That planet looks nothing like Skaro! …Anything on long-range yet?”

“No saucers,” replied Tevik, “but I’d rather not run the risk.”

“And what I said means exactly what it means,” said the Doctor. “Your equipment is working perfectly and there’s no operator error. That IS Skaro we’re orbiting.”

“But that’s-!” argued Tysar.

“Look,” interrupted the Doctor, “us repeating the fact that the planet doesn’t look like how we remember seeing Skaro from space won’t change the fact that everything is working perfectly and Tevik’s the best damned helmsman of New Davius. The only way we can settle this mystery is to go down to the planet’s surface, risking the potential for a trap to be sprung.”

“That’s always fun,” sighed Tysar.

“The radiation may be less than normal Skaro readings,” said Tavis, “but I’m not running that risk. Demna, our stock of anti-radiation drugs?”

“We have enough for the Doctor and our friends,” replied Demna.

“Good. Tysar, you’ll need to arm yourself-.”

“Hold on! I didn’t need a weapon during my time in Gotham-!”

“Tysar, you ARE on my ship and I WON’T have my sister be exterminated so soon after reuniting with her. Arm yourself. That is an order.”

“Tysar, I loathe guns like you do,” said the Doctor, “but the Daleks will kill or enslave anyone that is unarmed. Not everyone can talk their way out of extermination like we do. Besides, those ARE stun weapons, enough for a quick getaway back to the ship or the TARDIS. Should the Daleks’ potential trap result in my death, take your people into the TARDIS and it will take you all back to New Davius. So, please, for my peace of mind, take it.”

“…Fine, Doctor,” grumbled Tysar.

“That goes for you two,” Tavis said to Eric and Setsuna.

“…Much appreciated,” said Setsuna, “but I am already armed.” She raised her hand. “Ordinarily, I’d consider everyone as civilians and wouldn’t do this in a public setting, but we’re pressed for time. Pluto Planet Power, MAKE UP!” A bright light surrounded Setsuna as her civilian clothes changed into her outfit as Sailor Pluto! Eric blinked.

“…You girls are real?!” he asked. “I thought you were just some superhero girl group from Japan!”

“We’re as real as you Power Rangers, Eric,” replied Sailor Pluto.

“…Sailor Scouts, I HAVE heard of,” remarked Demna, “but what are Power Rangers?”

“We’ll explain later,” replied the Doctor.


The Bettan landed near the jungle. Everyone inside took their first dose of anti-radiation drugs and stepped out. …It felt like the Amazon Rainforest to the Doctor! Hot and humid with massive trees and plants! “Even the jungles I visited when I blundered onto Skaro,” muttered the Doctor, “weren’t Earth-like!”

“This should be a petrified jungle,” remarked Tysar.

“Readings indicate,” said Tevik, “that we’ll take our next anti-radiation treatment in six earth hours.”

“Excellent,” said Tavis. “Now, stay close and be careful. Slythers could enjoy a jungle like this.”

“Slyther?” asked Eric.

“A carnivorous beast, large and inky black,” replied the Doctor, “with fearsome claws on its hands. It’s a nocturnal predator, but it HAS been known to eat during the day.”

“And it’s got thick skin in the most literal sense,” said Tysar.

“EXCUSE ME! ALL OF YOU!” shouted a voice.

“Well, that’s not a Dalek,” remarked the Doctor. A Thal man then approached the group.

“Dr. Vrelan!” sighed Tavis in relief. “Thank our ancestors, we found you!”

“Yes, yes, you did! Now who are you?!” demanded the new Thal, Vrelan.

“We’re the rescue party from New Davius,” replied Demna. “We were sent to retrieve you and your team as Skaro is too dangerous for-.”

“Then tell High Command that your mission is a failure! I’m too busy!” snapped Vrelan.

“…I don’t think you understand,” said Tavis. “We’re taking you home, away from-.”

“No, no, no, NO! My work here on Skaro is too important!” insisted Vrelan.

“Sir, this isn’t up for debate!” snapped Tavis. “We’ve called this the Forbidden Planet for a reason and-!”

“I don’t care! GO AWAY!”

“Dr. Vrelan,” interjected the Doctor, “what is so important that you would risk being shot at by Daleks right on their native world?”

“That’s not your concern, human!”

“Time Lord,” corrected the other Thals.

“…Pardon?”

“Yep, that’s the Doctor,” said Tysar. “You know, the one who saved our ancestors’ butts?”

“Her TARDIS is on my ship,” said Tavis. “The same ship you WILL be boarding.”

“…I see,” remarked Vrelan. He then gave his attention to the Doctor. “Doctor, you’ll have to forgive me for dragging you into such a trifle, but my work is extremely important. Even-.” That’s when a scream echoed throughout the jungle.

“Tevik!” yelped Tavis. He and the group followed the scream. “Tevik, are you-?!”

“I-I’m fine, physically!” replied Tevik as he pointed to the body of a big, black, hulking thing with claws on its hands and eyes protruding on stalks like snails. “But seeing a shredded Slyther corpse will haunt my nightmares!” The Doctor stepped forward to investigate. Part of the flesh was missing and there were severe bite marks, meaning that the missing flesh was probably in the biter’s gullet and being digested.

“Whatever did this must have been strong,” remarked Tysar. “Those things can’t even be pierced by Varga plant spikes.”

“Or be stung by the flytrap type of Varga,” said the Doctor as she took readings from the sonic screwdriver. She checked the readings and goggled when she saw traces of chloroplasts and schizophytes around the bite marks! “But it WAS a plant that killed this Slyther!”

“What plant could do that?” asked Sailor Pluto.

“None of the native Skaro flora could-,” said Tysar.

“Exactly, none of the NATIVE Skaro flora,” interrupted the Doctor. “This wasn’t done by a native plant. I think I know why the Daleks haven’t attacked us, they had to abandon the planet! That would partially explain the lower radiation and the appearance of a proper jungle! I think Skaro’s home to a Krynoid!”

“Preposterous!” scoffed Vrelan.

“A Krynoid, Doctor?” asked Tysar. “What’s that?”

“I can’t say as I’ve heard of a Krynoid,” remarked Tavis.

“Well, on most planets, animals eat the vegetation, yes?” asked the Doctor. Everyone nodded. “On planets where the Krynoid gets established, the tables are turned.”

“What, all plants turn carnivorous?” asked Demna.

“Yes,” replied the Doctor. “The Krynoids are vegetable life that feed on animal life. Dr. Vrelan, if the Daleks are wisely leaving this world, you should too!”

“I can’t! My work is too important!” insisted Vrelan. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the lab before I actually start believing spaceport stories about plant men!” He stormed off!

“Dr. Vrelan, come back here! My ship is THAT way!” called Tavis.

“Now that IS peculiar,” mused the Doctor.

“What is?” asked Eric.

“Not once did I mention plant men,” explained the Doctor, “but that IS one of the stages of the Krynoid’s growth.”

“Doctor, I think you’d better fill us in on how these Krynoids grow,” said Demna.

“They start off as seed pods, half as big as your head,” began the Doctor. “Once the seeds are given enough warmth and nutrients, they split open and a shoot grabs a nearby animal, then fuses with it, pumping it full of Krynoid-based schizophytes, plant bacteria. The schizophytes then consume the animal tissue while the host is alive, then the Krynoid cells take the consumed animal cells’ place. Eventually, the Krynoid will assume a vaguely humanoid shape and look for food and warmth. After a while, the Krynoid will just be a mound of vegetable matter with tendrils, ready to eat and spread more of its seed pods, as well as telepathically control any plant life to achieve its aims of killing all animal life.”

“And we’re in a minefield under Krynoid control!” gulped Tysar.

“Not yet,” said the Doctor, “or the plants would have attacked us already. I think something’s keeping our Krynoid at bay. …And I believe Dr. Vrelan will provide the answers.”


Back in the lab set up by Dr. Vrelan, said scientist had pulled out a recording device set next to two opened seed pods! He activated the device and spoke into it. “The pods have germinated well,” he said. “The first subject has responded to the treatment well. She has grown into a fine specimen; however, the lack of regular amounts of food, water, and sunlight has left her weak. This has allowed for some control. I am preparing the next test. In the first test, I allowed the shoot from the pod to fuse with the test subject in accordance with the natural life cycle of a Krynoid. The next few tests were smaller scale ones to see if Krynoid DNA would change them and also served to see if the deployment system I developed would work. While the test subjects after the control didn’t survive, the control could use the dead subjects as a sort of green bomb, hence the sudden appearance of the jungle and decreased radiation. Now I shall see if a direct injection into something bigger shall produce a faster result for something like the control.” He ended his log and pulled up the security feed to show the Doctor and her friends approaching the lab. “Once again, Doctor, you shall help us Thals in our greatest peril.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Planet of the Krynoids: Part 1

“Adjusting heading,” reported a blonde man on the bridge of a starship.

“Why are we going back there?” muttered another blonde man. “We evacuated that planet for a reason.”

“Okay, at this point, I’m just repeating myself,” groaned the captain of the ship of blondes. “A science team was last reported there and we have to conduct a retrieval mission.”

“They’re probably dead already!” protested the second man.

“Well, would YOU wanna let them stay there?!” argued the helmsman.

“All right, all right!” called the Captain. “Let’s not start an argument. High Command already assigned us this mission and we’re too close to our target planet to turn back now.

“Approaching the coordinates,” said the helmsman. His brow then furrowed. “…Hang on…why aren’t their orbital defenses activating?”

“Tevik’s right,” said the second blonde. “They should be shooting at us by now.”

“…Scan for any ships and orbital defenses, Commander Demna,” the Captain ordered the second man. Demna ran his scans.

“…The sensors must be faulty!” he protested. “There’s nothing! No ships, no satellites, nothing!”

“Captain Tavis, sir, the readings I’m getting from the planet aren’t matching what we know of our target,” said Tevik.

“Put it up on screen,” ordered the Captain, Tavis. Tevik pulled up the view of the planet and everyone blinked in surprise. “…That can NOT be possible,” muttered Tavis. “Demna, I think you may be onto something about our sensors being faulty. Have Engineering-.” An alarm then cut out his order. “Another intruder alert?!” asked Tavis. Demna checked his instruments.

“Engineering’s reported an alien noise,” he said. “Security’s down there now and…hang on, that doesn’t make sense.”

“What?” asked Tavis. Demna turned in his chair.

“Security and Engineering are claiming that the TARDIS is aboard.”

“…I’m going down there,” decided Tavis. “Demna, you’re in command of the bridge.”

“Sir!” replied Demna as he and Tavis saluted each other. Tavis then left the bridge.


Security forces were aiming their stun guns at the blue box when Tavis arrived. “…Sure looks like that box the Doctor, Ian, Susan, and Barbara arrived in,” he remarked.

“Sir, can we really be sure it’s the TARDIS?” asked the lead Security Officer.

“That’s what we’ll find out,” replied Tavis. He knocked on the door. “Greetings,” he called aloud. “I am Captain Tavis of the starship Bettan. You are currently in the Engineering Section of my ship. If you could step out of the box and identify yourself-.” Tysar was the first to rush out.

“T-Tavis?!” she asked. Tavis’ eyes goggled.

“…Tysar?!” he asked.

“Gods, it IS you!” cheered Tysar as happy tears flowed from her eyes. She pulled Tavis into a hug as another Thal waved a machine over her. He looked at his readings and the genetic match confirmed that it was Tysar.

“Tysar, where have you been?!” asked Tavis. “You vanished three years ago and-!”

“I’ll tell you everything soon!” promised Tysar. “For now, how many of you here want to see our greatest hero’s current face?” The surrounding Thals nodded. “Thought so!” Tysar turned towards the TARDIS. “Doctor! Come on out! We’re among my people!” The Doctor stepped outside.

“So, this IS a Thal ship!” chuckled the Doctor.

“Doctor, it’s a great honor to meet you!” bid Tavis. “Sorry for the weapons pointing at you. I can assure you, they’re just stun weapons. …Speaking of which. All of you, stand down!” The security forces holstered their weapons. “You’ll have to pardon our jumpiness,” he said. “We’re on a dangerous mission.”

“The Bettan’s a science ship, last I checked,” remarked Tysar.

“Could someone fill me in on how Tysar and Tavis know each other?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh, he’s my baby brother,” replied Tysar. “We were together before I ended up in Gotham.”

“Ah!” The Doctor smiled. “Well, a really good thing I was tracking chronal surges, then! Tavis, was it? The reason for Tysar’s vanishing act was because an energy wave plucked her out of your time and put her somewhere else in time and space. Specifically, 21st century Earth.”

“Good heavens!” swore Tavis.

“I had to scavenge for food!” shuddered Tysar. “I am NEVER touching hot dogs again!”

“Sir, do you think that our stowaways are telling the truth?” asked a security officer. “That they were plucked out of their times by some energy wave like Tysar here?”

“Her return DOES give their story a little more credibility,” replied Tavis.

“You mean we’re not the only stowaways here?” asked the Doctor.

“No. In fact, come with me. I think you might be able to prove that they’re telling the truth.”


Tavis led the Doctor and Tysar to a room on the lower decks of the ship. He then keyed in a command and the door opened. Two people rose from the couch they were sitting on, one male and one female. “Hello again, Captain,” greeted the man. “Still don’t believe our story?”

“Oddly enough,” said Tavis, “I have two people that may confirm your story, Mr. Myers.” He stepped aside to reveal the Doctor and Tysar. The Doctor’s eyes lit up when she saw the woman, recognizing the tan skin and dark green hair.

“SETSUNA!” she greeted.

“Doctor!” yelped the woman, Setsuna Meiou, AKA Sailor Pluto! “I don’t believe it! It’s you again! …You’re wearing the wrong body.”

“No, I’m wearing the right body, but not necessarily in the right order,” said the Doctor. “So, odd question, but were you plucked out of your point in space and time by a chronal surge and plopped here on the Bettan, spooking the Thals here a bit?”

“That’s correct,” replied Setsuna. “And so was Mr. Myers here.” She gestured to the man.

“…Should I know you?” the Doctor asked the man.

“Eric Myers, Time Force,” greeted the man. The Doctor’s eyes widened again.

“The Quantum Ranger himself!” she said.

“You’ve heard of me?” asked Eric.

“You and your Time Force Ranger friends!” replied the Doctor. She turned back to Tavis. “They’re telling the truth! They’re not here to sabotage anything!”

“Excellent!” said Tavis. “Now…why are chronal surges popping up in the first place?”

“That would be because of the Grouping rearing its ugly head again,” explained the Doctor.

“The Grouping?” asked Setsuna.

“Then time and space are getting rearranged?” asked Eric. “That’s what I heard had happened last time the Grouping was going on.”

“Yes, but now there’s not as many races that can mitigate the damage,” answered the Doctor. “The Flux saw to that.”

“I was afraid of that,” sighed Setsuna.

“Now, we need to get you two back to your own times,” said the Doctor.

“I can handle that, Doctor,” assured Setsuna. “…But perhaps we can help the Bettan and her crew with the current problem?”

“So you DO know what the mission is,” grumbled Tavis.

“What mission is that?” asked Tysar.


Everyone was brought to the bridge. Demna and Tevik saw the new arrivals. “Sir?” asked Demna.

“Believe it or not, their story checks out,” replied Tavis. “The Doctor here proved that.”

“Hello!” greeted the Doctor.

“Hold on, that’s THE Doctor?!” asked Demna.

“No autographs, please,” replied the Doctor.

“Demna?!” protested Tysar.

“YOU!” snarled Demna.

“Tavis, why is HE on this mission?!” asked Tysar.

“He does good work, Tysar. You know this,” replied Tavis. “And this is my helmsman, Lieutenant Tevik.”

“A pleasure,” greeted Tevik.

“Doctor, I’m about to display a set of coordinates,” said Tavis. “Perhaps you can tell us if you recognize them?”

“It’s been a while since I read Thal Standard coordinates,” replied the Doctor, “but I think I can get by.” Tavis punched up the coordinates and the Doctor and Tysar’s faces fell to horror. “…No!” whispered the Doctor.

“No way would New Davius High Command send the Bettan there!” pleaded Tysar.

“Then you DO know the planet we’re supposed to be orbiting,” said Tavis.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” admitted Eric. “What’s wrong with the planet?”

“It’s our ancestral homeworld,” explained Tysar.

“…Skaro!” hissed the Doctor.

“Skaro?! Wait, isn’t that the homeworld of the-?!” Eric yelped.

“The Daleks, yes,” confirmed Setsuna. She then recalled something. “…Hang on, you said you’re supposed to be orbiting Skaro, Captain Tavis?”

“That’s correct,” replied Tavis. “But we haven’t been fired on and…well…” He pulled up the planet on the viewscreen. The Doctor blinked.

“…Skaro’s still a red, radioactive canker of a planet, yes?” she asked as she checked the readings.

“With Dalek ships still patrolling the skies and orbital defenses permanently set to kill any intruding vessel,” confirmed Tavis.

“So why haven’t we been shot at for one thing?” asked the Doctor. “Where are the ships and defense satellites? Why are the radiation levels only slightly higher than normal? And, most importantly, why is the planet on the screen yellow with just one green patch just south of the equator?! Are you sure you set the coordinates correctly?!”

“I’ve triple-checked my math, Doctor,” replied Tevik. “Maybe there’s something wrong with the sensors or the Daleks are trying something to disguise Skaro. Either way, we need to locate a science team on that planet and either retrieve them or…or their bodies, as is most likely the case, if that planet IS Skaro.”

“…I’ll give your sensors a repair service,” said the Doctor. “Meanwhile, I hope everyone is armed for a quick getaway.”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Ink of Doom: Part 4

The Irken Armada was priming its weapons as error reports flooded the Massive. “…Okay, not going to lie, my sabotage WASN’T supposed to imperil the Earth,” said the Doctor. By then, Tysar and the Squid Sisters arrived.

“NOBODY MOVE!” demanded Callie as she raised her roller and Marie aimed her charger.

“What the-?! How did you three get here with weapons that fired ink instead of-?!” protested the Doctor. She then thought for a moment. “…Actually, here is probably the safest place for you three specifically.”

“Why, Doctor?” asked Tysar.

“Because her attempt to sabotage the Organic Sweep,” replied Gaz, “has actually set it so that the Earth would be space dust instead of the new food court planet we wanted.”

“So, Irkens, I’d say disregard Callie’s instructions on not moving, because we ALL need to move to stop the Organic Sweep,” said the Doctor.

“I’M the Tallest here! I’M the one that gives the orders!” snapped Zim. “…Everyone, help the Doctor fix the Organic Sweep!” Tools on spider-like limbs sprouted from Zim’s PAK. All Irkens and Gaz did the same as the Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver.

“We’ve got two minutes before the weapons open fire!” warned Dib.

“There’s not enough time for a full shutdown of the Organic Sweep!” yelped XIR.

“We’ll need to redirect the weapons fire!” replied the Doctor. “Gaz, Zim, can you two adjust the weapons angle by thirteen degrees?”

“That should be possible,” replied Zim.

“Adjusting now!” called Gaz.

“We’re also going to need to lower the intensity by 52%,” continued the Doctor.

“Let me take care of that!” replied Dib.

“One minute left!” warned XIR.

“New spatial coordinates confirmed!” called Zim.

“Intensity adjusted!” reported Dib. Zim grinned.

“Even with a malfunction, the inhabitants of Earth will surrender!” cackled Zim. Gaz smiled.

“You just prepared the Earth for our conquest, Doctor,” she said. She turned to XIR. “Begin planetary broadcast for after our weapons open fire.”

“Yes, Tallest Consort!” replied XIR.

“Doctor!” called Tysar.

“Steady now,” soothed the Doctor, crossing her fingers.

“Five, four, three, two, one! Firing sequence has begun!” called an Irken. …The Massive then rocked as it was hit with laser fire while it shot other ships in the Armada! From a distance, it looked like the Irken Armada was firing on itself. The weapons switched off as the alarms blared.

“REPORT!” ordered Zim.

“I don’t understand, Sir!” replied an Irken Engineer. “Those repairs we made should have made all weapons fire away from Earth but still light up their skies!”

“So why did we attack our own ships?!” demanded Gaz.

“I don’t know, Ma’am!” replied the Irken Engineer. “I’m getting malfunction reports from every deck of every ship!”

“Wait, where are our prisoners?!” called XIR. The Doctor, Dib, Tysar, and the Squid Sisters were gone! Zim snarled.

“They screwed everything up!” he snarled. “I want all hands to fix everything!” he ordered. “We’ll turn Earth into Foodcourtia II one way or-!”

“Sir, a teleporter to Earth was just activated!” called an Irken Security Officer. “Our prisoners got away!”

“Send out a-!” called Gaz.

“Alert!” called another Irken.

“WHAT NOW?!” shouted Gaz.

“Alien fleet incoming!” called the Irken. “Their weapons are primed and ready!”

“We’re being hailed!” alerted the Communications Irken.

“Put it through!” ordered Zim. The call went through.

“O Jo Blo Ro To Mo Co Fo Ro!” barked a voice.


Back on Earth, the Doctor listened in on the call. “The Judoon?! I thought the Wrarth Warriors were coming!” she grumbled.

“Who are the Judoon?” asked Callie.

“Thug police,” replied Dib. “I met them once in my time. Reminds me a lot of American Cops.”

“…I am SO sorry,” shuddered the Doctor.


“The Judoon are preparing to attack!” warned the Irken Communications Officer.

“We don’t have enough power for weapons!” called the Tactical Officer. “We can’t fight back!” Zim hated that he had to give such an order, but even HE could see how outmatched the Irken Armada was against the Judoon.

“…Withdraw,” he ordered. Everyone looked at him. Gaz didn’t bother, knowing that he was right. “…You heard your Tallest! Give all available power to the FTL drives and set course back to Irk! We’ll be slaughtered if we fight the Judoon! Any ship that falls behind is left behind! …Withdraw to Irk!”


On the screen the Doctor had wired up, everyone could see that the Irken Armada was fleeing the Judoon Fleet! The Judoon ships laid in a pursuit course and followed the Irken Armada! “YES!” cheered the Doctor. “And away they go!”

“Doctor, what did you do?” asked Tysar.

“I tampered with the Irkens’ firing systems a bit,” replied the Doctor. “In essence, I made their targeting computers think that the smaller objects were planets to be fired upon while the planet was the Irkens’ new mothership!”

“But you made it so that they’ll be able to fix their ships,” remarked Dib, recalling the intensity adjustment.

“Well, I didn’t want them dead,” replied the Doctor. “I needed them to see that a more capable fleet could take them on in their weakened state. They’re retreating back to Irk now…though I’d prefer it if the Wrarth Warriors were sent instead of the Judoon. That’s who I asked for during the initial sabotage.”

“So it was a trap, huh?” asked Callie. “And that’s why you wanted us here.”

“Well, turns out I overdid it during my first sabotage and didn’t calibrate properly,” said the Doctor, “so disobeying me actually saved your lives in the long run. …Just don’t make a habit out of it. …Now, Dib…I said this already, but…”

“I can’t go back,” replied Dib. “Yeah, I understand. …Oh well! I can teach the new present how we did things in UNIT and the Swollen Eyeball Network!” The Doctor smiled at his gusto!

“The galaxy at large will need your help, Dib Membrane!” she said. “Good luck!”

“You too, Doctor!” bid Dib. He then headed off.

“Hey, where are you going?!” called Tysar.

“Somewhere with humans, I’m guessing!” replied Dib as he turned a corner.

“…Are there-?” asked Tysar.

“They retook Alterna,” replied Callie. “We can direct him there.”

“We can’t, Callie,” reminded Marie. “Concert?”

“Oh, Squid! Yeah! Sorry, Doctor! We gotta go!” Callie rushed off to collect her bags.

“Thanks for saving the world again, Doctor,” said Marie as she followed Callie.

“…Well, with all that,” said the Doctor, “back to the TARDIS!”


The Doctor and Tysar had returned to the TARDIS and it was spinning through the Time Vortex. The Doctor was typing some queries into the console as Tysar reentered the console room. “Morning,” she said.

“Hm? Oh, morning,” replied the Doctor.

“…Doing late night research?” asked Tysar.

“I promised you that I’d find out if you make to New Davius or not,” answered the Doctor. “Even then, I can’t tell you the specifics, but-.” The console beeped. The Doctor parsed the results quickly, then smiled. “…As I said, no specifics, but all possible timelines indicate that you DO return to New Davius!”

“YES!” cheered Tysar. “…Wait, you said all possible timelines. Does that mean that…even the bad ones…?”

“Yes, even the bad ones,” confirmed the Doctor. “So, let’s just try and get as good a return for you as possible, hm?”

“Sounds good to me!” replied Tysar. “I’m going to make breakfast. You coming?”

“In a minute,” answered the Doctor. “I need to check with Gallifrey on the Grouping’s progress.”

“All right. See you then!” Tysar headed to the TARDIS kitchen as the Doctor placed her hands on the telepathic circuits.

“Doctor calling Gallifrey,” she said. “Doctor calling Gallifrey. Come in, Gallifrey. Do you read?” Stognav then appeared on the screen.

“Gallifrey receiving,” he said. “Doctor, how fares your personal travels?”

“Eh, you know, still dealing with the chronal surges,” replied the Doctor. “How goes any research?”

“We’ve stumbled across notes Tecteun left within the Matrix,” explained Stognav. “Doctor, I’m sorry to say that the Grouping will get worse before it gets better. Thanks to the Flux event you went through, there won’t be enough people to undo all of the damage done by chronal surges.” The Flux, that event always weighed heavily on the Doctor’s mind. She could still see that wave of anti-matter ripping through space and time and almost killing her favorite planet after successfully killing half the universe. She could still remember the Toymaker’s taunts on the subject. …And now Dib and Gaz’s timeline was permanently damaged, all because of Gaz choosing her hedonism over her planet.

“…Keep me posted, will you?” asked the Doctor as she sent all available data on the chronal surge she had to deal with.

“Will do,” replied Stognav. “Data received. We’ll be processing it. Gallifrey out.” The call ended and the Doctor sat down. The TARDIS beeped in concern for her pilot.

“…After putting my fourteenth incarnation in therapy on Earth with Donna,” mumbled the Doctor, “and yet it somehow haunts ME! …Unless he passed and his memories passed on to me.”

“Doctor!” called Tysar. “Breakfast!”

“…Food, yes, that might help,” muttered the Doctor to herself. She then got up. “Coming, Tysar!”

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Doctor Who: Crossings Series 6

Ink of Doom: Part 3

It was times like this that Dib wished Zim was still morbidly obese in Doomsville after finally learning the truth of his exile. Now things got so complicated. …Maybe the previous Tallest should have had Zim executed or at least put on trial. …Oh well, no point in the woulda-coulda-shouldas. Now he had to focus on getting out of his cell! He checked his pockets…and recalled that the Irkens had emptied his pockets before they interrogated him. “…Right, better see if there’s useful tech in-.” He then heard a noise outside his cell. “…Hello?!” he called aloud.

“Dib?! Dib Membrane?!” replied a woman’s voice.

“Yeah! I’m in here!” called Dib.

“One second!” said the woman’s voice. He then heard a familiar buzzing! The door opened and Dib saw the Doctor as she twirled her sonic screwdriver in her hand successfully. “Dib Membrane!” greeted the Doctor.

“…Doctor, is that you?” asked Dib.

“Count the hearts!” replied the Doctor as she removed her glove so Dib could feel her pulse. Dib checked and goggled, then sighed in relief.

“Your UNIT files told me you change your face often,” he said. “Your current appearance looks good!”

“Thank you!” bid the Doctor. “Now, we don’t have much time! I’m sure you’ve guessed where and when you are.”

“Yeah, Gaz took advantage of a chronal surge,” replied Dib. The Doctor arched an eyebrow.

“…Your sister? Why?” she asked.

“She hates the human race with a passion!” replied Dib. “She’s sold out Earth just so she could have endless video game time and pizza!”

“…She’s the Tallest Consort, isn’t she?” guessed the Doctor. “I always knew an alien would be to Zim what the previous two Tallest were to each other. They’ll both fall into hedonism!”

“Doctor, Gaz is ready to start the Organic Sweep!”

“Well, good thing I’m here, then!” The Doctor found a control console and began her work.

“…Can we go back?” asked Dib. The Doctor paused her work.

“…I’m sorry,” she said, “but your disappearance was recorded and…you were never found again in your home time. You…you can’t go back, otherwise it will damage time.” Dib sighed.

“Oh well, worth a shot.”


Back with Zim and Gaz, Gaz was waking up from anesthesia. “…Did you really have to put me to sleep?” she grumbled.

“When adult Irkens are implanted with a PAK,” explained Zim, “the process is painful. Believe me, the pain would have corrupted the computer systems in the PAK. Now, once you’re recovered, a test is needed. Just to make sure it’s properly working. We’ll start with the legs. Just think of you growing extra arthropod legs out of your back.” Gaz concentrated…and four robotic spider-like legs sprouted from her PAK and hoisted her up. She then thought about moving forward and the legs carried her forward. Gaz grinned. “Now, retraction is a little more difficult, but-.” The legs then set Gaz down and retreated into her PAK. “…Or you could catch on faster than an Irken,” muttered Zim. Just then, the alarms sounded.

“What’s going on?!” demanded Gaz.

“Intruder alert!” warned XIR. “Target known as the Doctor is aboard the Massive!”

“WHAT?!” shouted Zim. “Where is she?!”

“Brig area, Cell Block Gamma! She opened Cell Gamma Nine!”

“Dib!” hissed Zim. “Alert all troops in the area! The Doctor and Dib must NOT interfere!”


“Come on! Come on!” growled the Doctor. She then lit up! “Yes! Organic Sweep protocols!”

“What are you doing?!” asked Dib.

“Sabotaging the Organic Sweep!” replied the Doctor. “It will take more than the forty-eight hours Zim gave me to fix it!” It took all but a few seconds for the Doctor to screw up the coding needed to operate the weapons! “HAHA! Perfect!”

“HANDS IN THE AIR, ALIEN SCUM!” shouted a voice. The Doctor and Dib turned to see that they were surrounded by Irkens.

“…It was like that when we got here!” Dib lied. The Irkens just narrowed their eyes in disbelief that he tried that. “…Okay, that was not one of my better ones.”

“Bring them to the bridge!” ordered the taller of the Irkens.


Back in Inkopolis, Tysar was fiddling with the Spawn Point. “Not you too!” complained Marie.

“The Doctor’s fighting alone right now and she gets a little too self-sacrificing when she does that!” retorted Tysar. “Now, either I dither here like a damsel in distress or I go up there and help her!”

“If you’re going, then I’M going!” declared Callie.

“Callie, no!” argued Marie.

“Callie, listen to your cousin!” urged Tysar. “Your roller’s ineffective against laser weapons!”

“In fact, INK is ineffective against lasers!” continued Marie.

“I’m not letting the Doctor fight alone!” insisted Callie. Tysar had finished her adjustments by now.

“There!” called the Thal. “See you-!” Callie then jumped onto the Spawn Point. “HEY! YOU GET OFF THAT-!” Too late. Callie vanished. “Oh for-!”

“I’m going after her!” called Marie as she jumped onto the Spawn Point.

“NO! GET BACK-!” Too late again. Marie vanished. Tysar developed a nasty twitch, then stamped her feet as she unleashed a flurry of curses in her native Thal language that shall not be translated here as they’re unbelievably rude. She then hopped onto the Spawn Point and went after the Squid Sisters.


The Doctor and Dib were taken to the bridge where Zim and Gaz were understandably unhappy with the sabotage. An Irken technician reported their findings. “It looks like it’s going to take a full week to undo what the Doctor did,” they said. “seventy-two hours at best if we activate our PAKs’ overdrive mode, something we all think is best, my Tallest.”

“Do it!” ordered Zim. He turned back to the offending saboteurs. “Well, Doctor, you made your decision for Earth a little early, huh?” he said. “I WAS going to be merciful and make this a mining planet, but thanks to you, it WILL become Foodcourtia II!”

“Oh, please!” scoffed the Doctor. “As if Sizz-lorr would allow that!”

“Sizz-lorr is now under MY command! HE obeys ME! He has no choice but to allow it!” Zim then drew in a breath a calmed himself. “Doctor, there’s a way for you to get into my good graces, and that is to undo your sabotage!”

“I’m afraid your good graces are rather on the low end of my list of priorities,” replied the Doctor.

“I’d advise you to reconsider, Doctor,” warned Gaz.

“You know, Dib told me about what you sold Earth out for!” snarled the Doctor. “All to satisfy your hedonism?! That’s your planet you’re betraying!”

“You think I care, Doctor?!” retorted Gaz. “Humans have always done the stupid things and pushed themselves to the brink of World War III! Whether it’s the pedophiles we put into office or the useless protests, we’ve proven that we’ve lost the right to our own destiny! Better to end it now than let Earth slide into decadence and decay!”

“Decadence and decay?! What do you think happened to Blorch?! Or Foodcourtia?! It’s what YOUR planet’s future will be! The nightmare of all slaves working one specific field! Hell on Earth! The apocalypse!”

“At least people will be honest about it!” Before the Doctor could refute Gaz’s claims, the alarms sounded again.

“Intruder alert!” warned XIR.

“What the-?! SECURITY! DOES THE EMPIRE NO LONGER HAVE IT?!” complained Zim.

“Identify them!” ordered Gaz.

“Two Inklings, one Thal, according to readings taken,” reported XIR.

“Tysar!” hissed the Doctor. She ran her hand down her face. “One of these days, I’m going to get a companion that will understand that ‘stay put’ means to stay put!”


“You just HAD to go onto the ship, didn’t you?!” Tysar snapped at Callie.

“I wanna help!” protested Callie.

“Callie, these guys have LASERS!” argued Marie. “You’ve got an oversized roller and my charger can’t do anything rapid fire! We-!” The Irkens then arrived.

“HANDS IN THE AIR, ALIEN SCUM!” shouted one.

“No time for arguments!” called Callie as she pulled out her roller. She then slammed it onto the ground and steamrolled over the Irkens!

“MY SQUEEDLYSPOOCH!” screamed an Irken.

“I got you, Greenie Grandma!” called another Irken as he aimed his gun at Marie. Marie then pulled out her charger and fired, her shot knocking the gun out of the Irken’s hands! “I-I DIDN’T MEAN THAT GRANDMA COMMENT!” he begged. Marie fired again, the impact of her ink knocking the Irken out.

“…Come on, we need to pick up Callie and find the Doctor,” sighed Tysar.

“Got it!” agreed Marie. The two of them ran after Callie.


Everyone on the bridge saw the chaos unfolding from Callie’s charge! “HOW IS A ROLLING PAINTBRUSH DOING THAT?!” protested Zim.

“What’s the matter, Zim?!” taunted Dib. “Your Squeedlyspooch can’t take it?!”

“I’ll be feasting on your brain meats, Dib!” warned Zim.

“Sir,” called an Irken, “something is wrong! The Organic Sweep is activating on its own!”

“WHAT?!” yelped Zim.

“How bad is that?” asked Gaz.

“Without manual control, the Organic Sweep will vaporize the planet instead of bombard it!” replied Zim. “Earth won’t exist as a member of the Irken Empire! It won’t exist PERIOD!”

“…Oh dear,” muttered the Doctor, thinking she made a catastrophic mistake.