Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Meeting of the Stars: Part 4

“You stole all the food in your kingdom?” Trini asked King Dedede.

“Yeah, not gonna lie, I was a feather-brained jerk back then,” answered King Dedede. “When you hang out with Kirby long enough, you learn a better way to do things. Although, gotta say, a lot of mysterious evil forces have a tendency to possess me!” By then, the TARDIS made its arrival sound.

“Did she win?” asked Bandee. Sty checked the computer.

“…That energy signature is moving towards us, so I’d say no!” she said. The TARDIS fully materialized and everyone rushed out.

“Doctor?” asked Jamie.

“King Dedede, raise all defenses!” the Doctor panted.

“Is it anything to do with that energy thing Sty found?” asked King Dedede.

“That ‘energy thing’,” replied the Doctor, “is a Transformer’s Spark! Specifically, it’s Starscream’s Spark! He’s rebuilt his body and-!”

“Starscream?! The Decepticon Second-in-Command?!” yelped King Dedede. He turned to Bandee. “Get every single fighter ready! I ain’t having no Decepticon flying around here! Especially not Starscream!”

“Yes, Sir!” replied Bandee.

“Sire, it’s worse than you know!” interjected Meta Knight. “He’s huge! And I mean huge for a Transformer!”

“Big enough to need us?” asked Jason.

“I’m afraid we cannot defeat him at our size,” replied Meta Knight.

“No, but the Rangers DO have a weapon roughly Starscream’s size!” realized the Doctor. “You lot suit up and summon your Megazord!”

“Got it!” replied Jason. “Guys, IT’S MORPHIN’ TIME!” The Rangers then pulled out their buckles and inserted their coins, then thrust their buckles out in front of them.

“MASTODON!” called Zack.

“PTERODACTYL!” announced Kimberly.

“TRICERATOPS!” shouted Billy.

“SABER-TOOTHED TIGER!” called Trini.

“TYRANNOSAURUS!” finished Jason. Spandex suits and matching helmets then appeared on them, Zack in a black Mastodon-themed suit, Kimberly in a pink pterodactyl one, Billy in a blue triceratops suit, Trini in a yellow Smilodon suit, and Jason in a red Tyrannosaurus Rex suit. The Sailor Senshi blinked.

“…I swear I saw those suits before,” said Sailor Mars.

“Hang on, the Power Rangers are real?!” asked Sailor Moon. “But they’re ripoffs of our Super Sentai teams!”

“Ripoffs?!” protested the Pink Ranger.

“Now now,” called the Doctor, “both Super Sentai and Power Rangers exist. And right now, the place and time to argue about who is better is not here, not now! Not with a Megazord-sized Starscream on his-!” There was a boom and the castle shook! “Correction, a Megazord-sized Starscream is already here!”


Starscream cackled as he sent Waddle-Dees outside the castle running in a panic. “Oh, when organics are so small!” he chortled. Just then, the earth shook again, making Starscream wobble. “What the-?! That’s not from my footsteps!” He was right. It came from five robots that rose from beneath the earth. There was a red T-Rex that reminded Starscream of the Dinobot leader, a blue triceratops, a yellow Smilodon, a black mastodon, and a pink pterodactyl. He then briefly saw the Rangers leap up into their respective beasts. The triceratops and the Smilodon then folded their tails back and their feet, then joined at the T-Rex’s legs, making tank treads, then the mastodon turned around and split its body in half so that massive guns linked up with the back of the T-rex while the head of the mastodon made armor that protected the linkages between the T-Rex, the triceratops, and the Smilodon. The pterodactyl then perched itself on the war machine’s back, then it opened fire! Starscream rolled out of the way and laughed. “You know, when you combine, you’re supposed to be a bigger robot!” he cackled. “Not a bigger vehicle!”

“Keep talking and we’ll show you!” replied the Red Ranger from the loudspeaker. “Activating Megazord Battle mode!” The tank treads then pulled the machine up to become legs, the guns folded into themselves to become arms, the pterodactyl folded its wings and became chest armor, and the T-Rex head folded down to reveal a head that had a mouthplate and a pair of curved horns pointing upwards. The completed Megazord then struck a pose. “POWER SWORD!” called the Red Ranger. A giant sword then fell from the sky and buried itself into the earth. The Megazord pulled the sword out and swung it, but Starscream leapt out of the way.

“HAH! A CLUMSY WEAPON FOR PRIMITIVES!” cackled the oversized Decepticon.

“HEY! SCREAMER!” called King Dedede’s voice. The Warp Star then flew straight at Starscream’s face before turning sharply upwards. It was carrying Kirby, Meta Knight, Bandee, and King Dedede! The Warp Star flew all around Starscream like an annoying mosquito! Starscream decided that the best way to deal with a mosquito like the Warp Star and its passengers was to swat it! The Warp Star stayed out of reach. The Rangers then heard the TARDIS arriving. The Doctor, her companions both past and present, and the Sailor Senshi then piled in.

“HEY!” protested the Yellow Ranger. “Kinda cramped in here now!”

“Doctor, what’s going on?!” asked the Red Ranger.

“Power Rangers, you need to let the Sailor Senshi charge up the Megazord’s sword!” replied the Doctor. “With their power augmenting the power of the Morphin Grid, it should be enough to destroy Starscream’s body!”

“How do you know?” asked the Blue Ranger.

“I don’t. I’m hoping,” replied the Doctor. She got to work as the Sailor Senshi charged their magic.

“Hey, Doctor!” called Jamie. “That star of Kirby’s is getting slower!”

“Doctor, you tied the wrong wires together!” Tysar yelped. “You must concentrate!”

“I AM concentrating!” insisted the Doctor.

“Doctor, we have to unleash our power now!” warned Sailor Mercury. The Sailor Senshi WERE looking a little pained.

“Right! NOW!” called the Doctor. The Sailor Senshi channeled their powers into the sword.

“All right! Here we go!” called the Red Ranger.

“Kirby, BACK AWAY!” warned the Doctor over the loudspeaker.


“Poyo?” asked Kirby as he looked back. His eyes bugged out and he flew the Warp Star away from the sword!

“That’s it! Run, you-!” taunted Starscream. The sword then sliced through Starscream, the energies of the attack coursing through his body. He then faded to gunmetal gray and exploded! His Spark was flung beyond Popstar’s atmosphere.


“YES!” cheered the Doctor.

“We did it!” called the Red Ranger.

“That…was…AWESOME!” cheered Sailor Moon. “Girls, maybe we should get Luna and Artemis to get us a robot!”

“Usagi, you can’t be serious!” protested Sailor Mars. “We don’t need a giant robot!”

“But what if Godzilla attacks us?!” argued Sailor Moon.

“Godzilla’s a piece of fiction,” replied Sailor Mars.

“…Um, actually-,” interjected the Doctor.

“We met the big guy before,” said the Black Ranger. “Rita Repulsa’s doing.”

“WHAT?!” yelped Sailor Mars. “But someone would have noticed! I’d have heard about it!”

“…Did you learn about the Zygon Gambit with the Loch Ness Monster?” asked the Doctor. “Or the Yetis in the London Underground? Or all the Kamen Riders running around? Or the Ultramen? Or about the Dalek Civil War in Shoreditch, London?”

“…What?” asked Sailor Moon. The Doctor rolled her eyes.

“Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception matched only for its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself!” she muttered.


The Rangers and Sailor Senshi powered down after the fight and everyone returned to Castle Dedede for a huge feast. Usagi felt right at home, sitting next to King Dedede and Kirby and eating as much as they did. Rei just rolled her eyes. “You know, the future Queen of Earth over there,” she said to Kimberly, “is gonna need a big dress size.”

“Hopefully she’ll rule with grace still,” remarked Kimberly.

“Ah, let the lass eat!” protested Jamie. “We all earned it!”

“King Dedede, your chefs should be proud!” praised Zoe. “This is delicious!”

“You should take some home with you!” offered King Dedede. “Even a big guy like me can’t eat it all!”

“That is a remarkable turnaround from your first meeting with Kirby,” said Meta Knight.

“Let’s say I learned how to be a proper king over the years,” replied King Dedede.


After the feast, King Dedede had the leftover food packaged up and distributed among his friends. The Doctor then took her companions back to the TARDIS. “Farewell, King Dedede!” she called. “Your rule will be a long one and a prosperous one!”

“You sure you should be telling me my future like that?” asked King Dedede.

“Trust me, I’m securing history by telling you,” replied the Doctor. She then shut the TARDIS door as Kirby called out “POYO!” in a happy farewell. Jason and his friends were in disbelief at the size of the TARDIS interior.

“It really IS bigger on the inside!” said Trini.

“Always has been,” replied the Doctor. “Aha! Angel Grove! All set!”

“All right!” cheered Jason. “Can’t wait to tell Zordon and Alpha about all this!”

“Give them my regards, will you?” asked the Doctor. She then set the switch and the Power Rangers and the food they took vanished. “Now, you girls!” she said to the Sailor Senshi.

“Hey, Doctor,” interjected Minako, “do you know Setsuna personally?”

“Oh yes,” replied the Doctor. “In fact, she was one of the Grouping Victims. Tysar can confirm that one.”

“Ugh, we had to tour my people’s ancestral home world of Skaro,” grumbled Tysar. “All while dealing with a Krynoid!”

“There we are!” called the Doctor once she finished. She then flicked the switch. “Good luck!” she called. The Sailor Senshi waved as they and the food they took vanished.

“I guess it’s us next,” remarked Jamie.

“So it is,” replied the Doctor. “But this time, no memory erasure.”

“Good, because I don’t think I can forgive the Time Lords for that,” said Zoe.

“I still haven’t,” said the Doctor.

“Hey, Doctor…” said Jamie, “do you…well…do you ever check on your friends?”

“Constantly,” answered the Doctor. “Yes, even you two. Nineteen grandchildren? Your five daughters really made the family big!” Jamie beamed with pride.

“Aye, and a joy they all are!” he said. “Come visit when you can! I’d be more than proud!”

“Will do, Jamie McCrimmon! Live your life and live it well!” Jamie waved goodbye as he and his share of the food vanished. “And Zoe, did you really name your son after-?”

“I did!” confirmed Zoe. “It’s funny, I didn’t know it at the time, but all those adventures we had were at the back of my mind throughout my life!”

“No method of mind-wiping is perfect, Zoe. And our friendship is proof of that. Good luck in your third term, Madame President! You’re the perfect leader for Earth!”

“Do come visit!” replied Zoe as she and her last share of food vanished. The Doctor smiled as she recalled all the adventures she had during her second incarnation. She then frowned as she recalled Omega.

“Come along, you two,” she said to Tysar and Sty. “That whole adventure gave him the time he needed to cause another mess!” She set the TARDIS in motion!


In the depths of space, Starscream’s Spark floated helplessly. “I’LL BE BACK!” he promised. “EVEN IF IT TAKES A THOUSAND YEARS, I WILL BE REVENGED ON YOU ALL!!!”

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Meeting of the Stars: Part 3

The remaining team members were back at Castle Dedede on Mt. Dedede. “So the whole idea behind that Gourmet Race you lot were doing,” said Jamie, “was to eat as much as you can while going as fast as you can?”

“Yeah, it’s been that way since my early years with Kirby,” remarked King Dedede. “And hoo BOY! The guys making antacids make quite a tidy profit!”

“I can imagine,” said Billy Cranston. “That sounds…rough on your stomach.”

“Sire,” said Bandee, “the results of the race came in. Looks like the race was ended early when we all crashed into the TARDIS.”

“Of course,” sighed King Dedede. “All right, Bandee, rip the band-aid off. Say Kirby won.”

“Well, that’s the thing,” said Bandee, “all four of us were the lowest scoring racers. You were last place, Kirby was 15th, Meta Knight was 14th, and I was 13th-.”

“Wait, Kirby lost too?!”

“Yeah, the winner was Rick. He and those clones of his counted as one racer, according to the judges.”

“HOW DO THEY FIGURE THAT?!” protested King Dedede.

“Well, the hive-mind nature of him and the clones,” said Bandee, “made it so that they all could plan more effectively. The judges decided to add up all the totals he and his clones each ate and combine them into one grand total.”

“Okay, I ain’t putting up with this!” snapped King Dedede. “From now on, no more cloning to try and win a Gourmet Race! That’s a Royal Decree!”

“Sounds fair,” remarked Kimberly. As the discussion went on, Sty was working on a computer. Billy looked over.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“The computers on Meta Knight’s ship,” explained Sty, “detected an energy signature at the Doctor’s position. I’m cross-referencing it with the computers in my PAK to see if the Irkens encountered this before.” Just then, the computer beeped. “AHA! There IS a match! Let’s see-!” Her face fell. “…By Tak!”

“That sounds bad,” said Jason.

“My people more than encountered the energy signature…we fought it once!” explained Sty. “Well, at least a faction!”


The Doctor and Zoe were a bit surprised. This didn’t look anything like the room they entered on the Gonds’ homeworld when they last took the test. There were Waddle-Dees everywhere and they seemed to be building something. There was scaffolding surrounding the object in a square fashion. The object was roughly 40 to 41 meters tall, at least by the Doctor’s estimates, but it was covered by some cloth. “Well, at least we know why the Krotons weren’t draining the mental energy of those that passed the test anymore,” remarked Zoe.

“That’s a lot of welding tools,” observed Sailor Mercury.

“Something crystalline Krotons shouldn’t need,” said the Doctor. “Whatever that is, it’s not being grown like the Dynatrope was.”

“Then are we really sure it IS the Krotons?” asked Zoe.

“No, no we’re not,” confirmed the Doctor. She then approached the scaffolding and climbed up. She stopped on the middle walkway and reached for the cloth. She grabbed a bit of it, then pulled as hard as she could. The cloth slid off the object and reached the floor. The Doctor looked up and gasped! It was a humanoid robot with jet parts attached to it! The red-orange trim on the otherwise white and blue body as well as the evil-looking purple face on the wings was all she needed to know. “…He scavenged Kroton technology!” she whispered. “He’s alive and he scavenged Kroton technology to get a slave force to rebuild his body!”

“Doctor?” called Zoe.

“We’re all in great danger!” replied the Doctor. “We have to destroy this thing!”

“Ah ah AH!” cackled a nasally voice. “Naughty naughty! You Time Lords should know better than that!” An orb of pulsating light appeared.

“…Rebuilding your body after it was destroyed?” the Doctor asked the orb. “You know that they’re techno-organic these days, right?”

“Now you see why I’m not eager to go back!” replied the orb.

“Doctor, do you know this energy being?” asked Sailor Mercury.

“It’s not an energy being, not really,” replied the Doctor. “…It’s the Spark of a Transformer.”

“A Transformer?” asked Sailor Mercury. “You mean like those toys of robots turning into vehicles that the Americans made out of the Diaclone and Microman lines?”

“TOYS?!” spluttered the orb. “WE ARE MORE THAN MERE TOYS, GIRL!”

“And their war was VERY real,” continued the Doctor. “…Thankfully, it’s past events in this time.”

“Yes, my beloved metal world is a techno-organic wasteland, thanks to those Maximals!” snarled the Spark.

“You mean paradise,” corrected the Doctor.

“So you’re from Cybertron’s Great War?” asked Zoe.

“Indeed,” replied the Spark. “Permit me to introduce myself. …AIR COMMANDER STARSCREAM OF THE DECEPTICON BATTLEFLEET!”

“How did you come to control Kroton technology?” asked the Doctor. “They won’t like that.”

“The Krotons were long dead by the time I discovered their technology, Doctor,” explained Starscream. “It was just enough to figure out the brightest minds, at least among the Waddle-Dees. I have to admit, they can apply the Energon Refining Formula like no one’s business.”

“So you use the Krotons’ learning machines to suss out the brightest Waddle-Dees to build you a new body. But that must take a phenomenal amount of Energon! I mean, look at the size of it! Your original body was only 5 meters! And how do you solve the shifting of limbs, internal mechanics, and armor rearrangement without a Transformation Cog?”

“Who says I don’t have one? BEHOLD!” A mechanical arm carrying a cog-like device then descended from the ceiling and inserted it into the hip. The Waddle-Dees then quickly adjusted everything and closed the opening.

“T-Cog integration complete, Master,” reported a Waddle-Dee. “The cloned T-Cog works well.”

“Excellent!” praised Starscream as his Spark pulsed with pride.

“Starscream, you need to come with me and be returned to your own time!” insisted the Doctor.

“Actually, Doctor, I AM in my own time,” corrected Starscream. “That chronal surge brought me back from Earth’s prehistoric past and put me back here, where and when I belong.”

“I don’t think I understand why you need to build a body in the first place,” said Sailor Mercury. “What happened to the original?”

“Glad you asked,” replied Starscream. “I always like recounting this thrilling tale. Tell me, what time do YOU come from?”

“…From the 1990’s.”

“Ah, so us Decepticons restarted our war with the Autobots a decade before your time! This happens in your future and led to the downfall of the Decepticons, so for me, it’s ancient history. I fell defending my leader, Galvatron, against the most powerful enemy of all; the planet-sized Transformer and Dark God of our pantheon, UNICRON! My original body was destroyed, but, miraculously, my Spark endured! Drifting helplessly through the depths of space, beyond the reach of time itself! It was maddening, seeing the Decepticons lose the Great War and the Autobots claiming Cybertron! Even when both factions evolved into the respective Predacons and Maximals, it still went nowhere! Not even the transwarp aperture the Darksyde opened could bring victory! I followed the ship and the pursuing Axalon and participated in the Beast Wars during Earth’s prehistoric past, but it was all for naught and I was stuck! …At least, until a chronal surge brought me back to this time.”

“That is all a lie!” called a voice with a Hispanic accent! The Doctor, Zoe, and Sailor Mercury turned to see Kirby, Meta Knight, and the rest of the Sailor Senshi in the room!

“Get out of here!” protested the Doctor.

“SECURITY!” shrieked Starscream. “DON’T YOU WADDLE-DEES PRACTICE IT?!”

“My apologies, Doctor,” said Meta Knight, “but we needed to get inside and help you defeat this Decepticon while he lied!”

“Not everything he said was a lie,” replied the Doctor. “Galvatron and Unicron were involved, yes, but here’s the truth; Galvatron was the reconstruction and warping of the original Decepticon leader, Megatron, through Unicron’s efforts. Megatron was tossed out of an airlock by Starscream after being brutally wounded. When he was rebuilt into Galvatron, he returned to Cybertron and shot his treacherous second in command here, turning his body to brittle metal that fell apart.”

“WHETHER HE’S GALVATRON OR MEGATRON, HE WAS STILL A FOOL!” shrieked Starscream. “THE AUTOBOTS WOULD HAVE LOST EONS AGO HAD I BEEN THE ONE CALLING THE SHOTS! CYBERTRON WOULD HAVE REMAINED A METAL WORLD!”

“Master!” called a Waddle-Dee. “We have integrated your royal attachments to your body! They will attach themselves when you assume robot mode and detach and follow you when in alt-mode!”

“Excellent!” praised Starscream. “Begin Spark Integration!” The body’s Spark Chamber opened and Starscream’s Spark flew into it. The chamber closed, then the optics switched on to shine blood-red! A smirk crossed the face as Starscream examined himself. “A perfect fit!” Shoulder armor then attached itself to his shoulders as a gold crown with red gemstones fitted itself onto his head and a cape was attached to his back. The Doctor then addressed the team.

“No arguments now,” she said. “When I tell you to run…”

“We run,” confirmed Zoe. “I see that hasn’t changed.”

“Unfortunately,” sighed the Doctor. Starscream then addressed the Waddle-Dees.

“Thank you all for your dedication and wonderful service. But I am more suited to the exclusive company…of TITANS!” He aimed his new Null Ray at the Waddle-Dees. Sailor Mercury then summoned a harp.

“MERCURY AQUA RHAPSODY!” she announced. Streams of water then sailed through the air and struck Starscream. Ordinarily, it would have knocked someone over, but for someone of Starscream’s current size…he just blinked as he looked at his now wet foot.

“…You realize that it would take a long time for water to do any damage to me?” he scoffed.

“I don’t know, it served as the perfect distraction,” replied Sailor Mercury.

“Distraction for what?” asked Starscream.

“MOON TIARA ACTION!” called Sailor Moon’s voice. Starscream looked to see Sailor Moon fling her tiara like a frisbee as it turned into a white energy crescent. The attack struck him in his left optic!

“ARGH!” he cried aloud as he covered his optic. He then snarled. “Why you platinum-furred ape! PREPARE FOR OBLIVION!” He then raised his fist!

“RUN!” shouted the Doctor. Everyone dashed for the TARDIS. It took off quickly as the Waddle-Dees ran from the facility. Starscream snarled.

“Running away won’t help you, Doctor!” he promised. His cape, shoulder armor, and crown flew off as he transformed and burst out through the facility’s roof, his garb following close behind. He set a course for Mt. Dedede.

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Meeting of the Stars: Part 2

The Doctor finally broke off the hug. “But…but how?!” she asked. “The Time Lords wiped your memories of our adventures!”

“We can’t exactly explain it,” replied Zoe. “One moment, we fell asleep, then the next, we woke up in some strange room in the TARDIS with all our memories restored.”

“And this room had different control panels and all sorts of screens and roundels and-!” continued Jamie.

“The Remembered TARDIS!” gasped the Doctor.

“The what?” asked Jamie.

“It’s how I remember the TARDIS, Jamie,” replied the Doctor. “It was created when UNIT made a Time Window. And it’s powered by memories of past and future adventures. During an adventure where I had to deal with a destroyer, it must have latched onto everyone’s memories, from my past lives to all the companions I traveled with. The added side effect must have been to restore your memories.”

“Well, all the clutter certainly matched the TARDIS,” remarked Jamie.

“You really could have spent some time dusting it when we were travelling with you,” agreed Zoe.

“OI!” protested the Doctor.

“Not much has changed,” remarked Tysar. “There’s still some odds and ends everywhere inside.”

“See here-!” snapped the Doctor. Her sonic screwdriver then beeped. She checked it and blinked. “…Well, that’s a bit odd,” she said.

“What’s wrong?” asked Sty.

“It turns out there was a chronal surge here earlier,” explained the Doctor. “Not sure where it came from and who it plucked. …How about this, let’s introduce ourselves.”


Soon, everyone knew everyone else’s names. The Sailor Senshi were Usagi Tsukino as Sailor Moon, Ami Mizuno as Sailor Mercury, Rei Hino as Sailor Mars, Makoto Kino as Sailor Jupiter, and Minako Aino as Sailor Venus. The other teenagers were Jason Lee Scott the original Red Power Ranger, Zack Taylor the original Black Ranger, Kimberly Hart the original Pink Ranger, Billy Cranston the original Blue Ranger, and Trini Kwan the original Yellow Ranger. It was decided that the Rangers would stay with King Dedede, Sty, Jamie, and Bandee while Kirby, the Doctor, Tysar, the Sailor Senshi, Meta Knight, and Zoe would investigate the remaining chronal surge victim. Given the passenger limitations on Kirby’s Warp Star, The Doctor’s team opted for the TARDIS. Naturally, the Sailor Senshi, having never been in a TARDIS before, didn’t initially think they would all fit inside and were astounded by Time Lord Dimensional Engineering! “Impossible!” gasped Sailor Mercury. “The sheer amount of power alone-!”

“Aye,” confirmed Jamie as he and Zoe looked around the TARDIS. “That’s what was going on in our heads when we each first stepped into this bonnie blue place.” He patted the console as if greeting an old friend. The TARDIS beeped appreciatively.

“Even though you’ve redecorated, Doctor,” said Zoe, “it still feels like I’ve come home!” A smile crossed her face.

“Now, Ms. Mizuno,” said the Doctor, “I’d love to give a lecture on how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, but we’re pressed for time.”

“Good luck, Doctor,” said Jamie as he headed to the doors. “And do try to give the new ones a smooth takeoff, aye?” He then left the TARDIS as the Doctor bridled at that remarked.

“A smooth takeoff?!” she protested as she set the coordinates. “A smooth takeoff?! Infernal cheek!” She pulled the takeoff lever and the TARDIS made its usual noise. Zoe looked around with a smile on her face as memories came flooding to the forefront of her mind.

“This thing’s moving?!” asked Sailor Venus.

“Only a short distance, relatively speaking,” replied the Doctor. “I figured we should at least stay in the current time zone.” The TARDIS then made its usual arrival noise. “And there we are!” She switched on the scanner and got a view of being inside a building. “Right then!” she declared. “Let’s go see!”


The group stepped out to see a Waddle Dee standing next to a door. “Hello there!” called the Doctor. “We’re here to help!” The Waddle-Dee was gobsmacked at the whole thing.

“How did you get here?!” he demanded. “This is the Learning Hall! Only authorized students may enter here!”

“Learning Hall?” repeated Zoe. She then looked at the Doctor with a nasty theory. “Doctor, you don’t think-?”

“I’m hoping not, Zoe,” replied the Doctor, correctly guessing Zoe’s theory. Just then, a Waddle-Dee stepped out.

“High Mind Waddle-Dee!” yelped the guard Waddle-Dee.

“High Mind?” asked Zoe. “That doesn’t make sense.”

“Yes, if it IS them,” recalled the Doctor, “then their High Minds should have had their mental energy drained.”

“Doctor, Zoe, do you know who’s behind this?” asked Sailor Jupiter.

“Yes, but something just doesn’t make sense,” replied the Doctor.

“Would they have made this kind of machine?” asked Sailor Mercury as she pointed out a machine with a headset, buttons, and a screen. The Doctor and Zoe’s eyes went wide.

“I’m afraid they would,” remarked the Doctor. “That test machine all but confirms it, doesn’t it, Zoe?”

“The Krotons,” confirmed Zoe. “But how is one of their victims still alive?”

“Maybe something went wrong with their Dynatrope.”

“Three this time?!” The Guard Waddle-Dee said to his compatriot. “We’d have to kidnap them from Mt. Dedede itself!”

“There’s no other way!” replied the High Mind Waddle-Dee. “Our master was most insistent.”

“…Singular,” observed the Doctor. “Maybe it’s just ONE Kroton.”

“It’s still dangerous,” remarked Zoe. “And we may not be able to obtain enough sulfuric acid.”

“Perhaps we don’t need it yet,” mused the Doctor. She then waved her arm to attract the Waddle-Dees’ attention. “Excuse me! Is your master functioning on a Waddle-Dee only High Mind policy?”

“Well, no,” replied the High Mind Waddle-Dee.

“Splendid,” declared the Doctor as she turned to sit at the test machine…only to see Zoe already there! “ZOE!” she protested.

“Don’t argue, Doctor!” retorted Zoe. “I’m too old for that these days!” She pressed the start button and a series of mathematical symbols rotating in two rings appeared on the screen. Zoe then pressed a sequence of buttons and some of the symbols vanished while the others arranged themselves into a formula. Zoe smiled, then pressed the start button again and performed a different formula. This went on for a while until the test was over. She took off the headset and sighed. “…Maybe this is related to the Krotons’ brainwashing,” she said, “but it’s nice to know I’ve still got it!”

“…No, I think we can chalk that up to appropriately-applied pride to your skills, Zoe,” remarked the Doctor.

“That seems really simple,” said Sailor Mercury. “I want to try it.” Zoe’s smile vanished.

“Sailor Mercury, you can’t-!” she protested.

“The Kroton asked for three this time,” reminded the Doctor. “And as she’s the smartest of the Inner Sailor Senshi, Mercury IS needed. Sailor Mercury, good luck. Simply put on the headset and press the start button.” That’s when a gong sounded.

“…Dinnertime,” shuddered Zoe. The Guard Waddle-Dee then headed to a hole in the wall near the door. The hole opened and he was given a tablet.

“What’s going on?” asked Sailor Moon.

“It’s our master,” replied the Guard Waddle-Dee. “There’s a message for me.”

“What does it say?” asked Tysar. The Guard Waddle-Dee then read the message aloud.

“Class 2-2-4-7. Selected: Female. Zo-Dee.”

“Zo-Dee?!” spluttered Zoe. “Haven’t they updated those learning machines to detect whether or not someone is a native of the species they conquered?!”

“Evidently not,” remarked the Doctor.

“DONE!” called Sailor Mercury. A definite smile was on her face. “It’s like they were pleased with how I did!”

“Sailor Mercury, do be careful!” warned Zoe. “That’s how the Krotons brainwash someone.”

“I always knew school was nothing more than brainwashing!” laughed Sailor Moon. “When I become queen, I’m abolishing schools forever!”

“She doesn’t,” the Doctor muttered to Zoe and the rest of the team. She then sat down at the learning machine, then put on the headset and pressed the start button. She then arranged the symbols…but the symbols bounced back into their circles before the formula could be completed. “Oh, good heavens!” she groaned. “There I go, working in square roots again!” As the Doctor worked on the next question, the message gong rang. The Guard Waddle-Dee retrieved the tablet and read it aloud.

“Class 2-2-4-8. Selected: Female. Ami-Dee.”

“They really don’t know that I’m not a Waddle-Dee?” Sailor Mercury asked Zoe.

“That machine’s quite primitive compared to the TARDIS,” replied Zoe.

“GOT IT!” called the Doctor. “It really is funny, how the Krotons are pleased with you when you answer right.”

“Does that mean they’re not as bad as you say?” asked Sailor Venus. That snapped the Doctor out of it!

“No, no, of course, they’re as bad as I say!” she insisted. The gong rang one more time. “And I’m betting I’m the third course,” muttered the Doctor. The Guard Waddle-Dee read the last tablet aloud.

“Class 2-2-4-9. Selected: Female. Doctor-Dee.”

“‘Doctor-Dee’! IDIOTS!” snapped the Doctor. The door then slid upwards. “…Well, are you two ready?” she asked Zoe and Sailor Mercury.

“Do we really-?” asked Tysar.

“I’m afraid Krotons demand complete obedience,” replied Zoe. “If not, they’ll destroy the Waddle-Dees.”

“Zoe’s right,” said the Doctor. “We’ll play along for now.” The three chosen women steeled themselves, then entered the room. The door slid down behind them.

“…It feels wrong,” muttered Tysar.

“Poyo,” said Kirby comfortingly as he put a hand on hers.

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 7

Meeting of the Stars: Part 1

On an island-sized city, it seemed quiet for the moment. Then…various hover machines raced down the street. On four of the machines were a giant blue penguin in red and gold robes, a navy-blue ball with hands, feet, a mask, a cape, and a sword, an orange blob with eyes, stubs for hands, feet, a spear, and a blue bandana, and a pink ball with eyes, a mouth, stubs for hands, and feet. These were King Dedede, Meta Knight, Bandana Waddle Dee (Bandee to his friends), and Kirby. “POYOYO!” called Kirby.

“Buzz off, punk!” retorted King Dedede. “I’ve been winning Gourmet Races for years!”

“None of them involved Air Ride Machines!” argued Meta Knight.

“Come on, pick up the pace!” laughed Bandee.

“You watch it, boy,” warned King Dedede before he scooped up a cake and scarfed it down, “or Imma throw you in the dungeon!”

“POYO!” snapped Kirby.

“Should have been faster!” laughed King Dedede. Meta Knight then scooped up a burger. “HEY!”

“Apologies, Sire,” replied Meta Knight, “but I am NOT losing this race!” The racers then turned a corner…and a familiar blue box struck the ground along with some strange machine! The racers were sent spinning and the crowd gasped in shock!

“Oogh! No, Escargoon,” mumbled King Dedede, “you’ve got dust in your brain!” He then shook his head and got a better look at what landed in front of him!

“Poyo?” asked Kirby.

“I’m fine, Kirby!” King Dedede dismissed. “But if that box is what I think it is-!”

“It has the same shape as the Doctor’s TARDIS,” said Meta Knight. “But what would her purpose here be?”

“Maybe that Grouping thing Kirby talked about?” asked Bandee.

“Well, whatever it is,” decided King Dedede, “she’s gonna answer for ending the Gourmet Race like that!” He pounded on the TARDIS door. “HEY! OPEN UP! THAT’S A ROYAL-!” The Doctor poked her head out.

“Could you stop bellowing?” she groaned.

“DOCTOR!” called Kirby happily.

“Wait, huh?” asked King Dedede. “Did you just call her-?” He then blinked. “…Doc, did you do that regenification thing Rassilon pulled last time?”

“…You mispronounced that on purpose,” hissed the Doctor. “But yes.”

“Well, in that case…WHAT’S THE IDEA STOPPING A GOURMET RACE LIKE-?!”

“SIRE!” interrupted Meta Knight and Bandee. King Dedede subsided under Meta Knight’s withering gaze but grumbled all the while.

“…Now, Doctor, what IS your reason for coming here?” asked Meta Knight. The Doctor then spotted the machine.

“That ramshackle TARDIS over there,” she replied. “It’s piloted by a madman from my home and I was in pursuit. HE’S the reason behind the Grouping.”

“So he’s why Kirby vanished a while ago?” asked King Dedede. He then summoned his hammer. “Sounds like I need to clobber that there-!” The ramshackle TARDIS opened its door and out stepped the pilot. He was in green robes with a bronze chest piece and a tall bronze helmet with elongated eye slits and a mouth slit. He looked around as if he were a king. “You make a habit of interrupting important stuff?!” snarled King Dedede as he raised his hammer. The pilot caught the hammer as King Dedede swung it down, then he drove his fist into the penguin’s beak! King Dedede squawked in pain and clutched his beak.

“…That…felt…good!” said the figure in perverted happiness. “Nothing like putting an inferior life-form in their place to settle your hearts!”

“I always found that phrase to be an ugly one,” remarked the Doctor. The pilot whirled around and snarled.

“Doctor!” he hissed.

“That’s him?” asked Tysar when she and Sty stepped out.

“Tysar, Sty, get back in the TARDIS!” hissed the Doctor. “This is between me and him!”

“But is that really him?” asked Sty. “Is that…?”

“…Omega,” confirmed the Doctor. “The Mad God.”

“I will simply be addressed as a god, thank you very much!” retorted Omega.

“No, you’re just proving you’re mad. Why don’t you take off your helmet?”

“True, true, it IS rather hot in here.” Omega took his helmet off and revealed a man with long, cascading, blonde hair.

“…You know, I was rather hoping there was nothing there,” remarked the Doctor. “Omega, you need to stop! Your slipshod TARDIS journey is causing chronal surges to spread throughout time and space!”

“And?” asked Omega carelessly.

“…And, it’s causing damage! If you want to get to Gallifrey-!”

“That’s the point, I DON’T need Gallifrey’s coordinates now, especially not from YOU!” The Doctor blinked in surprise.

“…You don’t need Gallifrey’s coordinates? Why?” she asked.

“There are some things I cannot do, not alone,” replied Omega. “One of them is taking on any armed forces on our home world.”

“…This whole mess is just a method of distraction!” realized Tysar. “You caused a mess that plucked me from New Davius and tossed me into a hellhole of a city just because you wanted Gallifrey distracted! You knew they wouldn’t ignore all the chronal surges!”

“Interesting that someone so…exotic would correctly guess the plan,” remarked Omega.

“By ‘exotic’, you mean primitive!” hissed the Doctor. “A nasty word to use against any person or their culture!”

“How else do you describe the lesser races?”

“I don’t call non-Gallifreyans lesser for a start! Save that idiocy for the Daleks!”

“This is all well and good, Doctor,” dismissed Omega, “but you have a mess to clean up.” He scurried into his ramshackle TARDIS and dematerialized, the take-off noise being horrendous. The Doctor rushed towards his TARDIS, but it had already vanished, then an energy wave knocked everyone off their feet. The group picked each other up, but not everyone got out of it with a clear head.

“Oogh! Someone stop the guitar!” mumbled Meta Knight. “It is Fire Dedede, our hero!” He then shook his head, realizing what he said. “I would never say that!”

“Okay, everyone,” groaned the Doctor, “being near the origin of a chronal surge is painful. Have we all learned that lesson?” She then heard multiple groans…some of them from new voices! “…That was quick,” she muttered. She rushed over to the new people. There were twelve in total, Five of the twelve were Japanese girls in their high school ages and seemed to be in sailor-fuku style outfits! The Doctor blinked. “The original Sailor Senshi?” she muttered. She then examined five more. They were American High-schoolers, three boys and two girls. She then found a strange buckle in one of their pockets! “…The original Power Rangers?” She then checked on two more. They were an old man and an old woman. The woman was in a shimmering green cloak and the man was in traditional Highland dress! The Doctor stumbled as she looked past the wrinkles and gray hair. “…Oh my word,” she said. The old man and old woman groaned and the Doctor eased them up. “Easy. …Easy now.”

“Thank you kindly,” said the old man in a Scots brogue. He looked around and goggled in surprise when he saw the old woman. “I don’t believe it!” The old woman looked back and gasped.

“Jamie!” she said.

“Zoe!” replied the old man. The two hugged like old siblings. “I never-!” stammered Jamie. “I-I mean, I thought, after all that wee bit of story time-!”

“I was afraid of that too!” replied Zoe. She then got a good look at her surroundings. “…It looks like whatever took you from your home took me as well!” By now, those that were conscious were giving the two their full attention, the Doctor amazed that Jamie and Zoe were acting the way they were. By then, the Sailor Senshi groaned. Tysar helped them up.

“It’s all right,” she assured. “We’ll get you home.”

“My head!” grumbled Sailor Moon. Her stomach then growled. “Dang it! And I’m hungry too!”

“Always thinking with your stomach, huh?” muttered Sailor Mars.

“Better that than wearing heels in battle!” snapped Sailor Moon. That’s when the remaining teenagers groaned.

“My head!” complained the young man in red clothing. He and his friends then saw everyone. “HOLY-!”

“All right, is that everyone conscious?” asked the Doctor.

“I think so,” replied Sailor Mercury as she nervously smoothed her blue hair.

“Then it’s time for a little rundown,” decided the Doctor. “There’s a lunatic from my home planet’s history. He was once stuck in a place called the Underverse, but he’s escaped and fully corporeal now. He’s created a ramshackle TARDIS that, every time he takes off, creates these energy waves called chronal surges. They have a tendency to pluck someone from their native point in space-time and put them somewhere else.”

“Poyo,” muttered Kirby as he raised his hand.

“Yes, Kirby can tell you how annoying that is,” continued the Doctor.

“But with this mess going on with a TARDIS,” said Jamie, “won’t the Time Lords pick up on it?”

“…That’s twice now, Jamie,” remarked the Doctor. “You shouldn’t know anything about the Time Lords, not after…well…”

“That business with the War Chief and his War Lord pals?” asked Jamie.

“Oh, we remember, all right,” confirmed Zoe. “…And following that logic, if you know that specific event…”

“Hey, hang on!” said Jamie as he finally saw the TARDIS. “That’s OUR TARDIS! THE TARDIS!” Jamie then gave his full attention to the Doctor. “Does that mean-?! …I mean, the Doctor I traveled with and I met up with someone in a patchwork coat that said HE was the Doctor!”

“What?!” asked Zoe.

“That was before we met you,” explained Jamie. “Those two said that a Time Lord can change their face and personality when they’re about to die.”

“But the memories of our previous life stay intact,” continued the Doctor. “I had forgotten you met my sixth incarnation as well as my second, Jamie McCrimmon. I seem to recall we faced the Androgums and Sontarans in that little adventure.”

“Och, it IS you!” cheered Jamie.

“Doctor!” gasped Zoe.

“It’s great to see you again, Jamie and Zoe Heriot!” replied the Doctor as she pulled them into a hug. The three old friends had happy tears streaming down their faces.

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 5

The Cruelest Plague: Part 4

“Aaaaaannnndd…there!” said the Doctor once she finished. “…Not that I’m complaining, but the Daleks should be here by-.” The chronal surge that the Daleks detected then washed over Restoration HQ. “Oh no!” groaned the Doctor.

“Doctor!” called Amy and Lurra Rus.

“I’m here!” replied the Doctor. “You felt that too?”

“A chronal surge!” confirmed Lurra Rus.

“…Well, it didn’t take away the cure I’m about to deploy,” said the Doctor. “We need to look for-!” Her sonic screwdriver then beeped.

“The TARDIS found something?” asked Amy.

“It’s…someone from the future! Someone’s mind-! …Oh no!”

“What’s wrong?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Clever! Very clever! Of course he’d try to undo his history!”

“Who?” asked Amy.

“The Dalek Emperor!” explained the Doctor. “His mind is controlling a Mini-con’s corpse! That’s why the Daleks were delayed!”

“Oh no!” groaned Amy. “With the Emperor’s knowledge of the future-!”

“He knows exactly where we are!” confirmed the Doctor.

“How do we stop him?” asked Lurra Rus.

“The release of the cure, for a start,” replied the Doctor. “It will cure those that are sick and immunize them as well as the healthy survivors!”

“There’s not that much in those test tubes!” argued Lurra Rus.

“No, but releasing the contents of one into the air will result it the cure propagating throughout the atmosphere and Silver can take the other one with him when he goes back in time to save Mobius!”

“Doctor, how can you be sure?!” asked Amy. “And what about the Daleks?! They’re bound to detect it!”

“Therein lies where Silver comes into play!” replied the Doctor. “He needs to destroy the Emperor and a few Daleks to encourage the rest into retreat!”

“Doctor! The Daleks!” called Goldbug.

“Quick! Get Silver!” directed the Doctor.


The Emperor and the Daleks arrived. “There they are,” said the Emperor.

“We must infiltrate Restoration HQ!” urged the Section Leader.

“No!” ordered the Emperor. “Special Weapons Dalek, destroy! Maximum damage and death!”

“Calibrating!” croaked the Special Weapons Dalek. “Extermin-!” A cyan aura then surrounded the cannon and it was ripped out of the midsection. “ALERT! ALERT! UNIT DISARMED!”

“What is happening?!” demanded the Emperor.

“DALEKS, THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE!” shouted Silver as he hovered above the Daleks. “LEAVE MOBIUS NOW OR YOU WILL SUFFER THE SAME TREATMENT YOU GAVE US SURVIVORS!”

“EXTERMINATE HIM!” ordered the Emperor. The Daleks opened fire, but Silver dodged the shots. As he did, the test tube he held fell from his hands.

“Bingo!” he said to himself. The test tube crashed and broke, releasing the contents. The liquid quickly turned into a gas.

“ALERT! ALERT! VIRAL CELLS DYING!” warned a Dalek.

“THE CURE!” shouted the Emperor. “HE’S CURED AND VACCINATED MOBIUS!”

“And I’ll be taking THESE, thank you very much!” called Silver as he psychokinetically grabbed the Daleks’ gunsticks.

“ALERT! ALERT! ALL DALEKS DISARMED!” shouted the Section Leader.

“And for an encore…!” Silver grabbed the Emperor and tore him in half!

“RETREAT! RETREAT!” ordered the Section Leader. Silver was about to fly after them, but…

“NO, SILVER!” called the Doctor. “They won’t come back for a long time now!”

“What do you mean?!” asked Silver.

“I mean that the Dalek mission here failed and they have no choice but to report it to the Emperor of this time. They’ll wait until Mobius is vulnerable again, but it won’t be through viral warfare. …Not when I’ve uploaded their virus creation techniques onto the servers of Restoration HQ.”

“You did?! We can-?!”

“Fight against Dalek diseases,” replied the Doctor. “…But, as this is about to become a branching timeline…” she handed Silver a computer drive. “Bring that with you to the past along with the cure. The cure will disperse throughout the atmosphere like the other test tube.”

“…Then I’d better get the Time Stone!” declared Silver. “…Here I am, chipping away to make a better future.”

“That’s actually the proper use of time travel, Silver,” soothed the Doctor.


Silver was making his goodbyes, having done this before numerous times when he traveled back in time and changed things a bit. He had a test tube of the cure and all the notes of the Daleks’ virus creation techniques. He stopped by the Doctor and her friends. “I suppose this is goodbye, Doctor,” he said.

“It looks that way,” said the Doctor. “…The future you’re fighting for WILL come to fruition, I guarantee it.”

“We won’t be caught with our pants down, Doctor. I promise.”

“And I promise to help where I can. …Come along, Amy, Lurra Rus.” The Doctor turned to leave.

“…Doctor, I’m afraid this is goodbye for us too,” said Amy. The Doctor stopped.

“…Come again?” she asked.

“My future self said that you wouldn’t bring me home, it’s another person,” explained Amy. “…I’m sorry, but I need to close that paradox and convince my past to go with you and Silver’s my best shot.”

“I’m going with her,” said Lurra Rus. “I’d like to see Mobius in its heyday.”

“…I…I see,” said the Doctor.

“Just…promise us one thing,” said Amy. “…Bring us back to the front of your eyes on occasion, hm?”

“…Always,” promised the Doctor. She hugged Amy and Lurra Rus. “…Goodbye, my dears,” she said. “It was fun having you with me.”

“It was fun travelling with you, Doctor,” replied Amy.

“Doctor, as people of my galaxy would put it,” said Lurra Rus, “may the Force be with you.”

“And you,” returned the Doctor. They broke off the hug and the Doctor returned to the TARDIS.

“…All right, Silver,” said Lurra Rus. “We’re ready.”

“Gather around,” directed Silver. Amy and Lurra Rus got close to Silver. “Right then…” he then held the Time Stone aloft. “CHRONOS CONTROL!” he called. The three then vanished in light.


Amy, Lurra Rus, and Silver arrived in a field. “…This…wasn’t the city I expected,” muttered Silver. “…But it IS the Mobius of your time, Amy.”

“Then let’s get to it!” declared Amy. Silver then threw the test tube down to the ground with enough force that it shattered.

“There we go!” he said.

“…It’s…beautiful!” whispered Lurra Rus.

“Yeah, I prefer this time myself,” agreed Silver.

“…Hang on, I know this field,” muttered Amy. She then looked around…and saw the TARDIS.

“What the-?!” yelped Lurra Rus. “What is she-?!”

“That’s not her, not yet!” replied Amy. “Look!” She pointed out…herself in her trademark red dress!

“…This is…where your journey starts?” asked Lurra Rus.

“And I know exactly what to do!” Amy rushed to the TARDIS!

“AMY, WHAT-?!” protested Silver.

“TRUST ME!” replied Amy. She stopped at the TARDIS doors and knocked.

“…If it’s Eggman…” muttered the Doctor of the past. She opened the door and goggled in surprise, as did Sonic, Tails, and Amy’s past self! “Who are you?” asked the past Doctor.

“A paradox that’s resolving itself,” replied Amy. “As you can guess, I’m Amy Rose from the future.”

“Is it…a bad one?” asked her past self.

“Hardly!” replied Amy. “Your travels with the Doctor will be fun! It’s just that you’ll have to leave after a while and someone else will bring you back to Mobius.”

“…And I wear black?”

“Well, Rouge HAS encouraged us to try black once or twice. What do you think?”

“…I look good in it!”

“Baby, you know it!”

“Well, I guess that’s settled, then!” declared Amy. “Doctor, William, I’m going with you!”

“Now, I better get going,” said the goth Amy. “I’ve got a lot to tell you, Sonic and Tails!” She guided Sonic and Tails out of the TARDIS and shut the doors. After a few seconds, the TARDIS took off. “Bye, Doctor!” called Amy. “Thanks for everything!”

“…So, you’re Amy’s future?” asked Sonic.

“Yep! And hoo boy, do I have a lot to tell you!” said Amy. “Let’s see, should I start with Skaro? Because, YUCK! That’s one planet I DON’T want to see again! Or maybe at Disney? That was fun! Got to see Ace in action there!”


The present-day Doctor checked Amy’s timestream and saw that the paradox in it was resolved. “…Good,” she sighed. “Good, good, good.” The TARDIS beeped in concern. “…Yeah, just you and me again, old girl.” The Doctor then idly flicked a switch. She then felt…something wrong. “…Oof. Woozy,” she muttered. “…But I don’t get…” Her eyes widened in horror. She took off one of her gloves…and saw scabs on her hand. “Drat! That plague!” she hissed. “Voice command system: activate!” she ordered. The TARDIS beeped in confirmation. “Download all Dalek viral techniques into TARDIS laboratory computer! Download research on cure into laboratory computer as well!” She rushed off to the TARDIS laboratory. “Begin quarantine status! Cure is to be administered into the air supply! Land in relative safe place only when cure has been administered and all signs of contagion are removed within all rooms and hallways of the interior dimensions!” The TARDIS beeped in compliance as the Doctor entered the laboratory and began work on a cure!

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 5

The Cruelest Plague: Part 3

Silver didn’t let the Dalek take the shot. He grabbed it with his psychokinesis. “ALERT! ALERT! PSYCHOKINETIC ABILITIES DETECTED! EXTERNAL PRESSURE AROUND CASING-!” The Dalek was crushed like a tin can.

“…Thank you,” breathed the Doctor. “…That Dalek probably transmitted my image around Pathweb.”

“We have to get to the center before the Daleks!” urged Galvatron.

“We’ll take Park Street!” suggested Silver.

“Good idea!” agreed Goldbug.

“Lead on!” directed the Doctor.


Back at the center, Amy watched outside. Given that the plague was one created by the Daleks, she wanted to make sure none had arrived at the center and began a killing spree. She then heard someone approach. “Amy?” asked the person, Lurra Rus.

“Yeah?” quizzed Amy.

“…How does Silver go back in time?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Last I heard, with something called a Time Stone. They used to be on Little Planet, but they made their way here. They can send anyone through time…but not space necessarily. Time around the person changes, but the relative location is the same.”

“…Do you think-?” Lurra Rus was interrupted by the Doctor and the retrieval team approaching.

“Can we evacuate?!” asked the Doctor.

“…Oh no! That was a Dalek ship, wasn’t it?!” realized Amy.

“First Aid prepared everyone for evacuation at a moment’s notice,” explained Lurra Rus. “My guess is that he knows about the dangers of those monsters.”

“Very wise of him!” said Galvatron. “They’re behind us! We took a shortcut, but we don’t have much time!”

“I’m going to have to work on a cure on the fly!” said the Doctor.

“Can’t we slow them down? Or are there too many Daleks?” asked Amy.

“No, that ship was a shuttle, room enough for just those Daleks, minus the one Silver crushed.”

“In that case, would demolition charges suffice?” asked Lurra Rus.

“There are demolition charges?”

“We keep them to destroy buildings that are too dangerous to inhabit,” explained Goldbug.

“If we have enough, then we can collapse the center on the Daleks’ domes,” mused the Doctor. “Right, Amy, help me set the charges. Galvatron, Silver, show us where they are. Lurra, Goldbug, you start evacuations.”

“This way!” said Silver. He led his group down the corridor as Lurra Rus and Goldbug headed off.


As the Doctor and her friends prepared, the Daleks arrived. “The Doctor and the survivors are inside the building!” barked the Supreme. “The Emperor has ordered that none be left alive! Exterminate them all!”

“We obey!” replied the Daleks as they all glided into the building, on the lookout for survivors. …A pity that they didn’t look down as the Supreme, leading the charge, ran over two wires, triggering the explosives planted at the foundations!

“UNDER ATTACK!” shouted a Drone Dalek with a black dome, the Section Leader. “SUPREME DALEK DESTROYED! STRUCTURE OF THE BUILDING IS COMPROMISED! RETREAT!” The Daleks backed away from the exploding building.


Beyond the building, the survivors and the Doctor looked back. “…All that research,” sighed Dr. Quill.

“Don’t worry,” soothed the Doctor. “I’ve saved the research to my sonic screwdriver.”

“Thank goodness for that.” As Dr. Quill was about to relax, Amy spotted something.

“Everyone, hide! Daleks!” she warned. Everyone hid themselves as Daleks patrolled the area.

“Very paranoid, but an intelligent thing to do,” grumbled the Doctor. “They fanned out!”

“Doctor, you get the survivors to safety!” directed Dr. Quill.

“What? No!” hissed the Doctor, guessing his plan. “Dr. Quill, you’ll be killed if you reveal yourself!”

“It’s the only option available to us, Doctor!” insisted Dr. Quill. “And…once again, I’m sorry for the false hope I gave.” Dr. Quill stepped out into the open.

“Dr.-!” yelped Amy.

“No, Amy!” hissed the Doctor. “There’s no point in us getting ourselves killed! Come on! We need to get moving!” The Doctor led the survivors away from the area.


The Daleks continued their patrol. “Daleks!” called Dr. Quill. The Daleks all turned to give him their attention.

“Halt!” barked a Dalek. Dr. Quill obeyed instantly. “Identify yourself!”

“I am Dr. Quill. You Daleks are the ones responsible for this plague, correct?”

“You are correct!”

“But why?! What for?!”

“The complete extermination of all life! Exterminate!” The Daleks gunned Dr. Quill down.


“A senseless waste of life!” shuddered Lurra Rus as everyone heard the gunsticks.

“…Aha!” said the Doctor as she checked the readings on her screwdriver.

“Doctor?” asked Amy.

“I know how to cure this now!” explained the Doctor.

“Well, great, but we don’t exactly have a lab…hang on!” Amy realized where Silver was taking them. “I know this path!”

“I thought you would!” chuckled Silver. They arrived at the doors to a hidden base.

“Amy, you know this place?” asked the Doctor.

“Restoration HQ!” replied Amy. “Once a resistance base during the Eggman War, then a place where the Restoration Movement worked to undo the damage Eggman caused!”

“We’ve gotten into this place a few times,” said Silver, “but we can’t get into the main computer core. Maybe your passwords could-?”

“I handed off leadership to Jewel, remember?” asked Amy. “It’s her passwords that open up access. …Thankfully, I happen to know them!”

“Then you need to allow access for me,” said the Doctor. “I’m going to need the computer to double-check my work as I make the cure.”

“Got it!” confirmed Amy. The survivors then entered the base and began setting up.

“Doctor, we can’t keep running from the Daleks,” said Goldbug. “We’re bound to pick up the disease.”

“Hopefully, this is where we stop running,” said the Doctor.


As everyone was getting set up, the Daleks patrolled the area. “No survivors detected!” a Dalek reported to the Section Leader.

“Continue the search!” ordered the Section Leader. “All life on this planet must be exterminated! The Doctor is a high priority!”

“Alert! Alert! Temporal energy wave detected!” called another Dalek. “Readings indicate that it is a chronal surge!” The energy wave washed over the Daleks.

“…Chronal surge complete!” reported a third Dalek. “All Daleks present and accounted for!”

“Scan for any anachronisms!” barked the Section Leader.

“Daleks!” called a voice. The Daleks turned to see a human-sized Transformer walking up to them. “Where is the Dalek Supreme?” demanded the Transformer. “I demand an audience with it!”

“You have no right to demand anything of the Daleks!” retorted the Section Leader. “I am the highest ranking Dalek! You will be exterminated!”

“This vessel was already exterminated by Contagion Z/479!” replied the Transformer.

“…How do you know the classification of the plague?!” demanded the Section Leader.

“I have vital information that will avert a future catastrophe! Even now, on Skaro-!”

“You know nothing about Skaro!”

“I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT SKARO! I AM YOUR EMPEROR!”

“…Death has deranged this Mini-con!” decided the Section Leader. “Kill it!” The Mini-con then put his hands on his heads and projected his thoughts into every single Dalek. The sudden influx of mental imagery was painful for the Daleks.

“I! AM! YOUR EMPEROR!” shouted the Mini-con in the same booming voice of the Dalek Emperor. He then released his hold over the Daleks and let them recover.

“…You…are NOT…the Emperor!” protested the Section Leader. “That is…not possible!”

“It is when you use a chronal surge to your advantage!” replied the Mini-con. “Your mission is to exterminate the survivors, drag all bodies to the shuttle, and transport them to Skaro so you can experiment on Contagion Z/479 and make it spread across the universe, then you intend to spread it across all possible realities until the Daleks are the only life-forms in existence, destroying even those that incorrectly call themselves gods!”

“How do you know this?!” demanded the Section Leader.

“Because I formulated the plan! I gave the order to use Mobius as a test bed for the virus! But it is a plan that will fail and cause this time to be a branching timeline! We must submit Restoration HQ to total extermination and that means the activation of the Special Weapons Dalek! I’ve already sent the activation signal and briefed it on the situation!”

“NO!” argued the third Dalek. “The use of the Special Weapons Dalek is not advisable!”

“You DARE question the orders of your Emperor?!” demanded the Dalek Emperor.

“You are nothing more than a copy of the Emperor’s consciousness piloting an impure creature! The Abomination is just as impure!”

“You are a subject matter expert on impurity!” said a croaking voice in the usual Dalek staccato. Everyone turned to see something that used a Dalek skirt for locomotion, but its midsection was replaced with a giant cannon and it had no eyestalk, just square windows for targeting that lit up every time it spoke.

“Explain!” boomed the Emperor.

“That is one of the original creators of my class of Dalek!” explained the Special Weapons Dalek. “It used to be part of the Imperial Faction under Davros’ control, born on the planet of Necros!”

“…Then its impurity and dissent will no longer be tolerated! Exterminate it!”

“I obey!” The Special Weapons Dalek fired its cannon and vaporized the dissenting Dalek.

“We will now proceed! TO VICTORY!” declared the Emperor.

“VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY!” chanted the Daleks.

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 5

The Cruelest Plague: Part 2

“Current reaction: ill advised,” droned the familiar voice of Soundwave as he approached a mech with wings and a beard.

“I can’t stand it any longer!” wailed the mech, Scourge.

“Feelings of hopelessness and isolation: shared,” said Soundwave.

“KEEP BACK!”

“Scourge, what’s the matter with you?!” barked Galvatron as he and the others arrived. Scourge saw the newcomers.

“Who are they?!” he demanded.

“I’m the Doctor,” replied the Doctor, “and I’m here to help.”

“Dr. Quill was here to help! He wanted to save us!”

“Scourge, please!” urged Dr. Quill.

“No! Those pills you made! I’ve taken mine without fail, now LOOK AT ME!” Scourge revealed his hand. It was covered in the mechanical equivalent of scabs and lesions! “They don’t work! He lied to us! THERE IS NO CURE! WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!” Galvatron then fired his cannon right through Scourge’s Spark Chamber! Scourge faded to gunmetal gray and collapsed to the floor.

“…There was no need for that!” hissed the Doctor.

“Scourge was a health security threat!”

“Poor Scourge,” sighed Dr. Quill.

“Dr. Quill, is this true?” asked First Aid. The silence Dr. Quill gave spoke volumes. “…You mean-?!”

“I’m sorry!” pleaded Dr. Quill. “I just…I wanted to give everyone hope!”

“A placebo effect,” the Doctor summarized. “…But that hope DID buy us time enough.”

“What do you mean, Doctor?” asked Amy.

“As we were rushing out,” explained the Doctor, “I took a look at the tissue and blood samples of infected patients and figured out that this virus is artificial in origin.”

“Artificial?” asked Dr. Quill. “You mean…germ warfare?!”

“Why would anyone make such a virus?!” protested Lurra Rus.

“To wipe out all life, presumably,” replied the Doctor. “Not just here on Mobius, but everywhere else on every planet.”

“But who would do that?” quizzed Amy.

“I’ll need to look deeper at the samples, but I have a theory.”


The Doctor got stuck into her work. Dr. Quill arrived. “How is it going?” he asked.

“I said I’d try to find a cure,” replied the Doctor, “but I can’t pluck one out of thin air. How’s everyone holding up?”

“Badly, after the revelation about my pills, Doctor.”

“Don’t be too harsh on yourself. It might not have been the best thing to do, but you gave your people hope.”

“Now they don’t even have that. Look, I must get back to my…Dell!” The Doctor turned to see the blank-faced man outside the door.

“Erm, I haven’t exactly finished a cure here,” she said. “I’m still trying to figure out how this virus mutates. If you could leave?”

“…I…obey,” replied the man. The Doctor froze.

“…What did you just say?!” she whispered. Dell then raised his hand and revealed a knife!

“Dell, what are you doing?!” protested Dr. Quill.

“I’m rather afraid Dell’s not under his own control!” replied the Doctor. Dell swung the knife, but the Doctor leapt aside. The two grappled, then the Doctor spun Dell around. Dell swung wildly, but the Doctor kept out of reach. Dell’s swings then led to him stabbing a machine and shocking him fatally! Dell’s body collapsed to the ground, releasing the knife. The Doctor then knelt by the body and examined his head and neck.

“Dell?!” asked Dr. Quill. The Doctor then found something and pulled a device off Dell’s neck.

“Drat,” grumbled the Doctor. “This only confirms everything.”

“Doctor, what-?!”

“Doctor!” called Amy as she and Lurra Rus arrived.

“Doctor, are you all right?! What-?!” Lurra Rus saw the body. “Oh my-!”

“The Doctor was forced into self-defense,” explained Dr. Quill. “But why Dell?! He’s not like this!”

“Not normally, I’m sure,” remarked the Doctor, “but Dell was taken by an alien race and converted into one of their obedient slaves. This component I got from his neck only confirms that this is the same race that made this virus.”

“What alien race is it?” asked Dr. Quill. “What planet did this virus come from?”

“From the laboratories on Skaro,” revealed the Doctor.

“The Daleks?!” yelped Amy. “They’re behind this plague?!”

“Yes. Unfortunately, germ warfare is something they excel in. Thankfully, I know their virus-creation techniques. I can synthesize a cure now.”

“That’s wonderful news,” said Dr. Quill. “It’s only a pity that it cost us someone’s life.”

“I’m afraid the Daleks already killed Dell when they put him through their mind-control processes. Odd that they would use Roboman technology. I would have thought their puppet tech was far superior for them.”

“Doctor, if the Daleks sent Dell to kill you-,” said Amy.

“Oh dear,” realized the Doctor. “They would very likely be coming here to ensure that the plague spreads. This whole thing is an experiment!”

“An experiment?!” said Dr. Quill. “To see how long it takes before we’re all six feet under?!”

“I…wouldn’t have put it so crudely, but yes.”

“There’s no way we can take on the Daleks in this state,” said Amy.

“We’ll have to try,” replied the Doctor.


Outside the center, Silver, Galvatron, and Goldbug were doing their usual patrol. “…Of all the revelations,” sighed Galvatron. “You know, Goldbug, it’s funny, after four million years of conflict, getting beat down, shot at, torn apart, THIS is how our lights go out?”

“Galvatron, if I might sound like Optimus for a sec,” said Goldbug, “this probably isn’t the end we imagined. But if this really IS the end…at least we’re ending it on a good note, trying to save people instead of trampling over them, deaf to their pleas over the sounds of our guns.”

“Guys, if we can concentrate,” interjected Silver. “Look, we can’t do nothing, but we can’t do a whole lot. Let’s just…do what we can.”

“…Probably the best course of action,” agreed Galvatron. As the three patrolled, they heard the roar of engines above their heads.

“Do you hear that?” asked Goldbug.

“It’s a ship!” replied Galvatron. “It’s coming in to land!”

“It’s heading for the old spaceport!” realized Silver. “We have to turn them away!”

“Come on!” called Galvatron. The group rushed towards the spaceport.


“What?! A ship?!” breathed First Aid in horror once he got the news. “We have to turn them away!”

“Can we get a visual?” asked the Doctor.

“The team said it was moving too fast for them to tell,” replied First Aid.

“I don’t like this at all,” muttered the Doctor. “I’m going out there.”

“We’re coming with you,” said Amy.

“You most certainly are not,” directed the Doctor.

“But Doctor-!” protested Lurra Rus.

“Amy, Lurra, please, for my sanity, stay here. You’d be a big help in protecting these people.”

“…Oh, fine,” grumbled Amy.

“I’ll be back as quick as I can!” The Doctor rushed out of the center.


The ship began its landing cycle as Silver, Galvatron, and Goldbug tried to wave it off. “GO AWAY! GO AWAY!” called Silver.

“THIS PLANET ISN’T SAFE!” urged Goldbug.

“It’s no use!” growled Galvatron. “They aren’t listening!” He then aimed his cannon.

“NO! Galvatron, put that away!” snapped Goldbug.

“One warning shot should do the trick!”

“And when was the last time you had your targeting systems recalibrated?!”

“Can we focus, please?!” snapped Silver. They then heard footsteps. They turned to see the Doctor arriving.

“I thought I’d see the ship myself and-!” She trailed off when she saw it. “…All of you, get back!”

“What?! Why?!” protested Galvatron.

“That’s a Dalek ship!”

“What?!” The ship lowered a landing ramp and the Daleks glided down with ease with the White Dalek Supreme leading the charge.

“Get out of here!” called Silver. “This planet’s under strict quarantine!”

“Silver, they’re the ones behind this plague!”

“The contagion is proceeding as planned!” barked the Dalek Supreme. “All survivors are to be exterminated! It is the order from the Emperor!”

“We obey!” replied the Daleks.

“Daleks, stop!” called the Doctor. “There’s no need to kill anyone else!”

“You are attempting to find a cure!” replied the Dalek Supreme. “We cannot have survivors! All life will be exterminated!”

“Show some mercy!” urged Silver.

“Mercy? There is no value or strength in mercy!”

“No value?! No strength?!”

“This conversation is at an end! EXTERMINATE THE HEDGEHOG!” Silver then used his psychokinesis to lift huge chunks of rubble into the air and fling them at the Daleks!

“UNDER ATTACK! UNDER ATTACK!” squawked a Dalek.

“DOCTOR! SILVER! RUN!” shouted Goldbug.

“Come on!” shouted the Doctor as everyone ran. She led them on a winding path, then they took cover. They caught their breath as the Daleks fanned out to begin their bloody campaign.

“Doctor, they can’t possibly be that ruthless!” panted Silver.

“They are,” replied the Doctor. “The Daleks hate all non-Daleks and will exterminate us all like pests. Man, woman, child, it makes no difference.”

“They’re behind this plague, aren’t they?” growled Galvatron. “Germ warfare is their signature weapon.”

“Yes, sad to say.” That was when a Dalek rounded the corner.

“Aliens detected!” it barked. “All shall…wait! You!” The Dalek waved its manipulator arm at the Doctor. “Your biology is not human!”

“No, no it’s not,” agreed the Doctor.

“Doctor, are you-?!” The Dalek cut off Galvatron’s protest.

“Doctor?! Did you say Doctor?!”

“…Thank you SO much, Galvatron!” hissed the Doctor.

“Whoops,” muttered Galvatron.

“YOU ARE THE DOCTOR!” screamed the Dalek in panic. “YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF THE DALEKS! YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!”

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 5

The Cruelest Plague: Part 1

It was hell made real on one planet at one time. Buildings crumbled and bodies littered the streets. Oddly, they weren’t just human bodies. Animals in a humanoid shape and giant robots with vehicle parts also filled the spaces between the ruined buildings. Only three could be seen walking normally. Two were robots and one was an anthropomorphic silver hedgehog. The hedgehog knelt down to examine a body. “…No good,” he sighed. “This poor kid succumbed.”

“Same for this Sparkling,” grumbled one of the robots, a purple one with an orange cannon.

“…Hang on, this cat’s still breathing!” called the second of the robots, a gold one with a mask where the mouth should be.

“You sure?!” asked the hedgehog. The scab-covered cat then coughed. “Yeah, you’re sure, Prime. Right then, I’ll get him back to the center!” The hedgehog raised his hands and a cyan aura surrounded the poor cat. The same aura enveloped the hedgehog and they floated upwards.

“Make sure you get back out here as soon as you dropped him off and took your medication!” called the gold robot.

“Got it!” replied the hedgehog as he and his passenger flew off.

“We don’t have a chance!” complained the purple robot.

“Things HAVE been getting worse,” muttered the gold robot. “I was hoping it would get better soon, but now, well…” he indicated the corpses they had to wade through.


“Dr. Quill!” called the hedgehog as he entered a facility that smelled of disinfectants and medical tools. A porcupine man in a doctor’s outfit then arrived.

“Got another one, I see, Silver,” remarked the man, Dr. Quill. “How is he?”

“Bad,” replied the hedgehog, the psychokinetic time-traveler, Silver. “I’m surprised he survived the journey here, even if I was levitating him.”

“We’ll have to put him with the others,” said Dr. Quill. “Nurse!” A man in nurse’s scrubs arrived. “Put this cat in the isolation ward.”

“Yes, Dr. Quill,” replied the nurse. He then led the sick cat to a ward.

“I’m getting too old for this!” sighed Dr. Quill. “Why did this have to happen?”

“Why does anything happen?” asked Silver. “Look, I gotta take my next set of pills.”

“Right. Off you go.” Silver floated off as Dr. Quill turned to a human. “Dell, I want you to go to the isolation ward and check over the systems.” The man nodded and headed off, blankly staring ahead. Dr. Quill turned to an ambulance. “Would you check the stock of pills, First Aid?”

“Sure thing,” replied the Ambulance. It then changed into a robot with a mask and visor over its face! The robot, the Protectobot called First Aid, headed off.

“If anyone thinks we’re running out,” muttered Dr. Quill, “there’ll be the devil to pay!”


The purple and gold robots continued their patrol. “Where is he?!” complained the purple robot.

“Relax,” soothed the gold robot. “He’ll be here. You know Silver better than that.”

“Well, we need his-!” The purple robot stopped. “…Goldbug-.”

“I hear it too!” replied the gold robot, Goldbug Prime. “It sounds like…a TARDIS!”

“You don’t think it’s THE TARDIS?” asked the purple robot.

“If it is, we better stop the Doctor from touching anyone! Come on, Galvatron!” Goldbug Prime then turned into a futuristic muscle car as Galvatron turned into an alien fighter jet.


It WAS the TARDIS the two Transformers had heard. The Doctor and her friends stepped outside. “Sweet Chaos!” shuddered Amy as she saw the scenery. “It’s like New New York!”

“Yes, but the Toymaker’s not behind this,” remarked the Doctor.

“This is your home, Amy?” asked Lurra Rus.

“Something must have happened to it in the 200 years between my time and now,” remarked Amy.

“Quite right,” agreed the Doctor. “Let’s try and-.”

“Help…me!” whimpered a poor woman.

“Doctor!” called Amy.

“Don’t touch!” urged the Doctor. “Those look like scabs from an infection!”

“Help…me!” repeated the woman.

“It’s all right, ma’am,” soothed the Doctor. “I’ll try and get you something.”

“Don’t touch her!” called Galvatron’s voice as he and Goldbug arrived. They transformed into robot mode and the Doctor goggled.

“An Autobot and Decepticon working together?” she asked.

“Desperate times and all that, Doctor,” replied Goldbug.

“…I seem to be at-.”

“Hold out your hands,” ordered Galvatron.

“Pardon?”

“Hold out your hands and let me see them! And take the gloves off too!” The Doctor and Amy looked at each other, but complied, then they and Lurra Rus showed the bots their hands.

“…They’re clean,” said Goldbug.

“Look, this woman is sick with something-!” urged Amy.

“We’ll take her to the center, Miss Rose,” replied Galvatron.

“What’s going on?” asked Silver as he arrived. He then goggled when he saw Amy. “Good grief! Amy! What are you doing in this time?!”

“Silver!” cheered Amy. She rushed to hug him.

“No! No hug!” yelped Silver. “You might be-!”

“She and her friends are clean, Silver,” said Goldbug. “They found another woman, still alive.”

“Right then, we’re all going to the center,” said Silver. “Come on, Amy. Looks like you and your friends need to be brought into the picture.”


The group arrived at the center. The Doctor could smell the disinfectants. “Is this some sort of hospital?” she asked.

“In a way, I suppose,” remarked Silver. “Now then, Miss…”

“Oh, I’m the Doctor. You and Amy seem to know each other and this Twi’lek is Lurra Rus.”

“Hello,” greeted Lurra Rus. “Not exactly a good first impression of Mobius, I must admit.”

“You’d probably like Amy’s time better,” remarked Galvatron.

“Sir, you and your Autobot friend addressed me and Amy by name,” said the Doctor. “Who are you two?”

“Oh, you met us before,” remarked Galvatron. “On my ship before we were tricked into landing on Skaro.”

“Amy commented on my pink seats at the time,” said Goldbug, “and you had to convince him to order the Decepticons to stand down as we faced the Daleks, both the original Skaro strain and Octus’ breed.”

“…Bumblebee?!” yelped Amy.

“I’m Goldbug Prime now,” corrected Goldbug.

“And I’m called Galvatron these days.”

“Galvatron?” muttered the Doctor. She then snapped her fingers. “That’s right! You used to be Megatron! …But I thought it was Hot Rod that became Rodimus Prime around the time of your upgrade. Something isn’t right here.”

“That brash fool is meant to oppose me?!” laughed Galvatron.

“He fell to the plague that affects us all,” explained Goldbug.

“We better introduce you to Dr. Quill,” said Silver. “He can answer your questions.”

“Right then, lead on,” said the Doctor. As they walked, Amy talked about what the Transformers were and what happened when she first met them.


“Is this the latest sample?” Dr. Quill asked First Aid.

“From the cat Silver brought in earlier,” confirmed First Aid.

“Speak of the devil,” said Silver as he and the group entered.

“Found another one, have you?” asked Dr. Quill. “Well, you know what to do.”

“Not with these guys,” replied Silver. “They’re clean and they only just arrived here.”

“What?!” yelped Dr. Quill as he looked up and finally made eye contact with the Doctor. “What in blue blazes are you doing here?! Mobius is under strict quarantine! No one on or off until a cure can be found!”

“Believe it or not, we have our own priorities,” replied the Doctor. “Though I must apologize.”

“Are you sure they’re clean?!” Dr. Quill asked Silver.

“We all checked,” replied Goldbug. “They’re clean.”

“Look, could someone tell us what’s going on?” asked Lurra Rus. “It looks like both the Transformers and the organic life forms are falling victim to a plague!”

“We are,” replied Dr. Quill. “During the Autobot/Decepticon war, a bot died of an infection here on Mobius, then it spread to both factions and affected organics along the way. To start, it spread mainly to older people and children. They were the first to die, but now it’s affecting everyone of all ages.”

“Not just organisms like Mobians or Transformers,” supplied First Aid, “but plants, non-speaking animals, practically all forms of life.”

“It just struck out of nowhere?” asked the Doctor.

“Yes, and now Mobius is on the brink of collapse. There’s no cure, at least nothing that I found.”

“My plan,” said Silver, “is to go back in time with a potential cure and vaccine so Mobius and the Transformers could be immunized and thus avert this catastrophe, but there hasn’t been any luck. The virus has been mutating so rapidly!”

“Sounds like you need my help,” muttered the Doctor. She then addressed Dr. Quill. “I’m presuming you’re this Dr. Quill I heard about. Are you and Dr…um…that Autobot behind you, are you two the only scientists working on a cure?”

“I’m First Aid, Doctor,” replied First Aid. “And we are. All the other scientists are dead thanks to this plague. There’s not much else we can do to help these people. All we do is put them into the isolation ward when we collect them from the streets.”

“Penning them in like cattle?” asked Lurra Rus.

“All we can do is keep them comfortable as best we can, but we NEED a cure! Those pills we give to the retrieval crews-!”

“First Aid, please,” said Dr. Quill.

“Well, if we’re going to get stuck in, then-.” The Doctor’s declaration was cut short by a Decepticon bursting into the room.

“Cyclonus?” asked Galvatron. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s Scourge, Lord Galvatron!” replied the mech, Cyclonus. “He’s lost his mind!”

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Shape of Evil: Part 6

While the investigation team was being chased, the Doctor and the Transformers accompanied the Dalek Emperor to Kalaan, the Capital City of the Daleks. It was eerily silent, unnerving even the Daleks. “Gotta say, for once, I can’t wait to hear that pulsing sound,” said the Doctor. “…What makes that sound in your installations anyways?”

“Enough!” boomed the Emperor as they made it into the throne room. The Doctor’s eyes widened when she saw the TARDIS there.

“Ah! Kept the old girl safe, did you?”

“SILENCE!” That was when a few Daleks pushed a machine into the room. “This is the machine that powers our Beacon! Repairs must be conducted!”

“And this time, you really DO need humanoids to do your dirty work,” said the Doctor. “Well, as the old song goes, you need hands.”

“ALERT! ALERT!” shrieked a guard Dalek as it hurried into the room in a panic. “FORWARD SCOUTING PARTY REPORTS OCTUS SIEZING CONTROL OF SHIELDED PRODUCTION LINE! OCTUS HAS REPROGRAMMED THE RESULTING DALEKS TO OBEY HIM AND HAS ALTERED THEIR CASINGS TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO ASSUME A SIX-ARMED HUMANOID MODE! THEY ARE CHASING WHAT REMAINS OF THE INVESTIGATION TEAM! GOLD SUPREME HAS BEEN EXTERMINATED BY ONE OF THE FALSE DALEKS!”

“…Daleks with the ability to transform?!” asked Megatron.

“THE FALSE DALEKS MUST BE EXTERMINATED!” boomed the Emperor.

“You don’t have power for your weapons, remember?!” argued the Doctor.

“That is not your concern! Repair the machine! Obey! OBEY!”

“…Megatron, Optimus, we have some work to do,” sighed the Doctor.


Outside the city, Thundercracker, Bumblebee, Amy, and William were still dodging the Octus Daleks’ weapons fire. “Could really use some firepower!” grunted Bumblebee. That was when an Octus Dalek landed near them.

“EXTERMINATE!” it shouted before Amy hammered it into the sky, crashing into its comrades. It brought its friends down to the ground hard, making them explode on impact!

“THE PINK AND BLACK ONE IS TO DIE FIRST!” shouted Octus.

“Uh oh!” gulped Amy.

“DALEKS, HALT!” boomed the voice of the Emperor Dalek. He approached the Octus Daleks as they landed with Octus. “So the Daleks have a new leader!” boomed the Emperor.

“It is the new order!” barked one of the Octus Daleks.

“You Daleks,” remarked Octus, “had long been denied the same sensations the rest of the universe enjoys. I’ve upgraded the shells so that they can feel as I do.”

“Daleks do not require the same feelings as the rest of the universe!” retorted the Emperor.

“Come on!” hissed Bumblebee to his teammates. They dashed into the city as Octus and the Emperor discussed their wicked philosophies.


The Doctor continued working on the machine with Optimus and Megatron. “There, that should reset it,” muttered the Doctor. “Now, if someone applied a bit of percussive maintenance-.”

“DOCTOR!” called William. The Doctor turned to see Thundercracker and Bumblebee carrying her friends into the throne room!

“WILLIAM! AMY! YOU’RE ALL RIGHT!” She hugged the two once they were set back onto the floor.

“We only just escaped by the skin of our teeth!” replied Amy.

“Doctor, Octus made-!” said William

“Daleks with the ability to transform, yes, I heard,” interrupted the Doctor. “And I think I’m almost done with the Beacon, it just needs a little…percussive maintenance.”

“Say no more!” called Amy as she summoned her hammer! She approached the machine and pulled her hammer back, filling her arms with all the stress, anger, and general hate towards the Daleks, then swinging it forward into the machine! The machine then sent energy through the cables to the Beacon on the city spire…too much energy for the Beacon to handle! It started shaking, then it exploded!


Outside the city walls, Octus, the Octus Daleks, and the Emperor looked up at the spire. “…The Beacon!” whispered Octus as his optics widened in fear.

“The Doctor did not repair the machine properly!” boomed the Emperor. “…But that is of little consequence! The more pressing priority is your extermination!” It then made a broadcast to the city. “All Daleks, weapons power has been restored! Rally to me and exterminate the false Daleks! Purge them from Skaro!” At that command, Daleks rose from all parts of the city, engaging their flight modes or using hoverbouts, then swarmed towards Octus and his Daleks!


Inside the throne room, the Doctor’s ears were filled with the familiar pulsing sound that all Dalek installations made when power is available. “That’s that,” she said.

“What about the Daleks guarding the mines?” asked Bumblebee.


At the mines, Doh-Komoh kept his ear out. The Daleks couldn’t exactly make them work without power to their weapons. Doh-Komoh learned that everyone was allowed to keep their weapons since they were useless. He planned out an escape attempt the instant the power came back on. The guards were counted and were discovered to be few in number. Just then, he saw the Dalek in the control center swivel its eyestalk to a monitor that flashed to life! “Passss the word along,” he whispered to one of his fellows. “Power hasss been ressstored for the Daleksss. Check your gunsss.” The word was passed along and everyone checked their guns.

“…All guns are fully charged, Your Majesty!” replied a green-scaled person with red eye lenses on his helmet.

“Then what are we waiting for?!” asked Doh-Komoh. “CHARGE!” The former slaves drew their weapons and fired on the Daleks.

“AIM FOR THE EYEPIECE!” called the Ice Warrior. The former slaves adjusted their targets and aimed at the Daleks’ eyestalks. One got lucky and utterly destroyed it.

“VISION IMPAIRED!” shrieked the unlucky Dalek. “I CANNOT SEE!” It fired wildly until another shot tore through its midsection, now that its shielding was kaput, effectively killing the Dalek.


The Doctor had pulled up the whole thing on the monitor. “I think they’ve got it,” she replied in answer to Bumblebee’s question.

“Now THERE’S an idea!” chuckled Megatron darkly. He then transformed into his tank mode and left the throne room.

“Megatron, where are you going?!” called Optimus.

“To do some extermination of my own, Prime!”

“MEGATRON, COME BACK!” It was no use.

“Optimus, why do you need him back?” asked William.

“Because I’m calling for help, that’s why!” answered Optimus.

“I can give the transporters coordinates for the strays and survivors,” said the Doctor. “Just leave it all to me.”

“…Very well.”


Megatron fired on the Daleks as he stormed through the city. Original, Octus, it made no difference. As he fired…he heard a song of some sort.

The first step of the cure is a kiss!

So call me (Dr. Love!)

They call me Dr. Love! (Calling Dr. Love!)

I am your doctor of love! (Calling Dr. Love!) Ha!

They call me (Dr. Love!), they call me Dr. Love! (Calling Dr. Love!)

I’ve got the cure you’re thinkin’ of! (Calling Dr. Love!)” Soundwave was using his powers over sound to give the Daleks terminal headaches!

“ALERT! ALERT! SONIC ATTACKS! PAIN! ALERT!” The Daleks exploded after a while.

“…Must you use human garbage?” Megatron grunted at Soundwave.

“Heavy Metal: only human music worthwhile,” replied Soundwave.

“Please yourself,” muttered Megatron as he transformed to robot mode. “I’ll just stick to my favorite weapon, if you don’t mind.” To prove his point, he fired the fusion cannon on his arm on a squadron of Daleks that rounded the corner. As everyone fought…a cyan light surrounded them. “What is this?!” demanded Megatron.

“Transmat in progress!” replied Soundwave. “Energy harmonics indicate Autobot origin!”

“NO!” shouted Megatron. Too late. He and Soundwave vanished.


Outside the city, the two Dalek armies still fought each other. Even with their abilities to transform, the Octus Daleks were having a hard time with effectively countering the original Daleks. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU DOLTS?!” shouted Octus.

“Inexperience is hampering your progress!” boomed the Emperor. Just then, a shadow fell over the battlefield. Octus looked up and goggled.

“…Ark!” he whispered as a torpedo bore down on them!


Aboard the Autobot starship Ark, everyone that survived was transported to the bridge. Medical staff quickly took the former slaves over to the medical ward and brought the dead to beds where they could be respectfully buried later. Meanwhile, the helmsman wasted no time in getting the Ark out of Dalek territory. A bot built like Jazz, but with police car decorations, approached Optimus. “Sir, it’s great to have you back,” he said.

“Prowl! How long have you-?!” asked Optimus.

“Since the prison ship snatched you and your team, Sir,” replied the bot, Prowl. He turned to the Doctor and her friends. “Now, which one of you three is the owner of this particular box?” He pointed at the TARDIS currently resting on the console of a red bot looking similar to Bumblebee.

“That’s me!” called the Doctor.

“Doctor, you saved a lot of lives,” said Prowl.

“I don’t know,” remarked Megatron as he aimed his fusion cannon at Prowl. “I’d say she risked-!” He then heard Optimus’ Ion Blaster arming as well as Thundercracker’s incendiary guns. Megatron turned to Thundercracker, expecting him to be aiming his firearms at Optimus…and was surprised to be staring down both barrels. “…Thundercracker, I think your targeting systems need an adjustment,” remarked Megatron.

“Put that fusion cannon away, Megatron!” snarled Thundercracker. “William’s right! We’re making the same mistakes as the Daleks!”

“…What did you just say?!” hissed Megatron.

“You…DARE…compare us to those inferior-!” snapped Starscream.

“There it is! Inferior! The words the Daleks use to describe non-Daleks! Are we gonna be describing non-Decepticons in the same way?!” argued Thundercracker.

“Thundercracker: outnumbered and outgunned,” droned Soundwave as he aimed his gun at Thundercracker. The other Decepticons followed suit…for the moment. Autobots snuck up behind them and zapped them to the point of unconsciousness, then hauled them away.

“…I think the Autobots have the right idea,” remarked Thundercracker. “Your battle with Optimus ends NOW or I shall write its conclusion!” Megatron saw that all Autobots were aiming their weapons at him, so even shooting Optimus would be a death sentence. He growled as he powered down his weapon and held his hands up.

“You will never be welcome in the ranks of the Decepticons again!” he promised Thundercracker.

“Sometimes it’s best to be known for one’s enemies,” retorted Thundercracker as he took out the power cartridges in his guns and handed them to Prowl.

“You will suffer for this, Thundercracker!” growled Megatron. “You will suffer unimaginably!” He was handcuffed and led to the cells. Thundercracker then held his hands out for the cuffs.

“…Thundercracker…” said Optimus, “…perhaps I’m making the same mistakes as the Daleks.”

“Don’t insult yourself, Prime,” replied Thundercracker as Prowl put the cuffs on him. “You actually care about people.” He was led away and everyone released a sigh of relief.

“…Well, this HAS been a trip,” remarked the Doctor. “Optimus…a great future awaits the galaxy and Cybertron specifically. For now, we must bid farewell.”

“…Goodbye, Doctor,” said Optimus as he picked up her and her companions. “Until our next meeting.” He set them on the console where the TARDIS rested. The Doctor and her friends went into the TARDIS, shut the door, and the ancient engines kicked in as the TARDIS faded from existence.


Inside the TARDIS, Amy and William were resting on the chairs. “That…was…intense!” panted Amy.

“No kidding!” shuddered William. “If I never see another Dalek, it’ll be too soon!”

“…They’re not that easy to get rid of,” remarked the Doctor. “…But we DID participate in events that will lead to a better future for the galaxy.”

“Doctor?” asked William.

“Upon his return,” explained the Doctor, “Doh-Komoh resumes his position as Emperor of the Draconians and renews the oath of friendship between his people and Earth and its colonies. He then gives an impassioned speech that convinces the Daleks’ old enemies, the Thals, to join the alliance. Soon, Earth is part of a great Federation! Just in time, too, because in three years time, the Daleks will declare war on the humans again. Only, this time, the humans won’t be fighting alone! The Transformers will have put aside their own internal differences and join the alliance in defeating the Daleks yet again in the Ninth Dalek War!”

“Ninth?” asked Amy. “…And…defeating the Daleks yet again?”

“So we fight the Daleks numerous times,” said William, “and always come out on top?” He then grinned. “Oh, those poor saltshakers!”

“Here’s to survivors!” cheered Amy. “To survivors all across time and space!”

“Hear, hear!” agreed the Doctor. “Life wins, despite the efforts of the Daleks and those that think like them! Now, what say we head to somewhere fun?”

“I’ll take some fun over mining for the Daleks any day!” replied William.

“Same!” agreed Amy.

“Vote’s unanimous, then!” The Doctor set her hat on the Time Rotor and set the controls. “All right, old girl…show me everywhere and everywhen!”

Categories
Doctor Who: Crossings Series 1

Shape of Evil: Part 5

“DOCTOR!” called William as he was held back by Doh-Komoh.

“THERE’SSS NO POINT IN YOU RISSSKING YOUR LIFE LIKE THAT!” argued the Draconian Emperor. The sound that filled the cave…wasn’t the high-pitched rush of focused energy transmitted at a deadly level. Instead, it was an electronic warble, a warble the Transformers knew.

“…Megatron-!” said Optimus.

“I recognize that sound too, Optimus,” replied Megatron.

“Maximum power!” ordered the Dalek Emperor. “FIRE! FIRE! EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR!” The Daleks tried again, but the same warble sounded throughout the cave.

“…No way!” breathed William in astonishment.

“Weaponry malfunction!” yelped the Red Supreme.

“Total power failure in armament circuits!” reported the Black and Gold Supreme. A wicked grin crossed the Doctor’s face.

“Aha!” she said. “The Beacon you set up has been turned against you! By Octus, if I’m a betting Time Lord.” The instant she finished that declaration, all those that were enslaved by the Daleks set down their tools.

“Well, well, well!” chuckled Doh-Komoh. “Daleksss without the ability to kill! On their home planet, no lessss! How doesss it feel?!” The Daleks backed up in fear!

“Keep back! KEEP BACK!” cried the Emperor.

“And if he doesn’t, what can you do?” asked William. “Your weapons are totally useless.”

“The power failure is temporary!” insisted the Gold Supreme. “Superior Dalek technology-!”

“Has gone kaput!” interrupted Amy. “You’re no longer in a position to give orders or to stop us from just waltzing out of the mines!”

“Amy is quite correct,” said the Doctor. “We’re all in this together. All equal. …All powerless!”

“Daleks do not recognize inferior beings as-!” protested the Section Leader.

“Spare us your propaganda!” boomed Optimus. “The Doctor’s right, Octus must have used his new alt-mode to usurp not only the Decepticons, but you Daleks.”

“The real question is where would he get an army to be successful?” mused the Doctor.

“It looks like our truce, Optimus, has altered just a tad,” said Megatron.

“Agreed,” replied Optimus. “We all need to work together to defeat Octus. …That includes you, Daleks.”

“Daleks do not cooperate with inferior beings!” barked the Emperor.

“Consider their words, Your Majesty,” warned the Doctor. “You may obtain ballistic weapons to kill us, like you did on Exxilon, but bullets are useless against the Transformers. One angry Decepticon could just raise his foot and stomp on you like a human would stomp on a cockroach and kill you easier than that. And you have FIVE angry Decepticons. Those facts must penetrate even Dalek arrogance.” The Emperor and the Supreme Council looked at one another.

“…I must confer with the Council,” boomed the Emperor. “Councilors, follow!” He led the Supreme Council out of the mines.

“…Doctor, that was just stupid!” hissed William. “What was your backup plan if you were wrong?!”

“Well, ducking for a start, then getting you two out of here,” replied the Doctor. “Then we’d have to solve the Beacon Problem ourselves.”

“…Doctor, if the Daleks can’t shoot,” asked Amy, “how are they moving?”

“Psychokinetic energy,” answered the Doctor. Amy groaned and shut her eyes.

“Because, of course, mind powers are at play with them,” she sighed.

“Doctor,” said Doh-Komoh, “do you think the Daleksss will agree?”

“They don’t exactly have much choice in the matter,” remarked the Doctor. “Either allow Octus to take control or side with the lesser of their perceived two evils and restore power.”

“Doctor, you know the Daleks of old,” said Optimus, “perhaps you can be our spokesperson?”

“I was about to make the same offer, Prime,” chuckled the Doctor. “One moment.” The Doctor headed to the mines’ entrance and ducked behind the rocks to hear the Emperor and his Council talking.

“The only method available,” said the Black and Silver Supreme, “is to reset the Beacon!”

“That will require cooperation with our slave workers!” argued the Red Supreme.

“A temporary measure!” replied the White and Black Supreme. “We will cooperate long enough for the Beacon to allow only Dalek weaponry! Then we will exterminate all who do not obey Dalek commands!”

“Agreed!” said the Emperor. The Doctor heard enough and rejoined the group.

“Well, Doctor?” asked Megatron.

“I think they’ll go for it, only until the Beacon is reset,” reported the Doctor. “So we need to destroy it and get a fighting chance. …Not that they’ll act in time to stop that from happening.”

“How very Decepticon of you,” purred Megatron.

“I still warn you all, don’t trust the Daleks an inch!” urged the Doctor.

“The Emperor’sss coming back,” warned Doh-Komoh. The Emperor Dalek approached the group.

“Well?” asked the Doctor.

“Very well, Doctor!” replied the Emperor. “The truce exists between all parties!”

“Very wise of you,” said the Doctor. “Now, I think we need to investigate where Octus scuttled off to.”

“The Gold Supreme will assist in the investigation!”

“Thundercracker,” barked Megatron. “You will assist the Gold Supreme.”

“Bumblebee, you do the same,” ordered Optimus.

“Amy, William, you’d better accompany them,” said the Doctor. “I need to get into the Dalek City and locate the TARDIS so we have an escape route.”

“Be careful, Doctor,” advised Amy.


The investigation team was walking along the surface of Skaro, staying near the mountains. The Gold Supreme brought up the rear. “Tell me, Thundercracker,” said Bumblebee, “while we’re not shooting each other and as you’re a Decepticon I consider respectable, why side with a guy that poisoned Cybertron’s core?”

“Why side with a bot that wants to restore the old regime?” asked Thundercracker.

“Optimus isn’t like the old High Council,” retorted Bumblebee.

“Isn’t he? He’s trying to undo Megatron’s work.”

“Can’t you see that Megatron lost his way?”

“…You’re just…”

“You know he’s right, Thundercracker,” said William. “My own time is in the worst kind of turmoil, but the ideals are still worth fighting for. What were the Council’s ideals?”

“…Plenty for all, that we were all equal under Primus,” replied Thundercracker.

“And Megatron’s current rule?” asked William. Thundercracker balked.

“…Peace through tyranny,” he finally answered.

“That’s not the path to peace,” said Bumblebee. “That leads to the Daleks’ philosophy.”

“Our philosophy DOES lead to peace!” barked the Gold Supreme.

“Does it now?” scoffed William. “The Doctor told me about how a Kaled created you.”

“Kaled?” asked Bumblebee.

“The Kaleds were our humanoid ancestors!” explained the Gold Supreme. “The Kaled you speak of, Davros, our creator, conditioned the first Daleks to survive! Survival meant becoming the dominant species! When all other life-forms are suppressed, when the Daleks become the supreme beings in the universe, THEN you have peace! Wars will end! We are not a power of evil, but of good!”

“You really believe killing all non-Daleks is good?!” protested Amy.

“It IS good!” retorted the Gold Supreme. “This discussion is at an end!”

“He’s not wrong,” remarked Bumblebee. “I see Octus over there.” He pointed out where Octus was. It was a small building with Daleks being automatically unloaded from a production line. The casings were open, so everyone could see what a Dalek looked like inside.

“Oh, gross!” gagged Amy.

“How’s this production line up and running?” muttered William.

“A shielded backup, maybe?” guessed Thundercracker.

“Correct!” replied the Gold Supreme in as much of a whisper as it could muster. The opened Daleks were brought to a machine with an electric prod. The machine gave the Dalek creatures a zap, waking it up and prompting it to seal its casing. The awakened Daleks then assembled in front of Octus.

“…Do you know how the first Daleks came to be?” Octus asked the Daleks. “…They were humanoid once. Then they were taken in by a wicked scientist and tortured! Mutilated! A ruined form of life! And now…perfected! My Daleks…whom do you serve?”

“…We serve Octus!” called one of the new Daleks.

“He is the true Emperor!” said another.

“OCTUS! OCTUS! OCTUS!” cheered the new Daleks.

“TRAITORS!” shrieked the Gold Supreme as it broke cover. “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!”

“Come back here, you FOOL!” shouted Thundercracker. Then…they saw it happen! One of the new Daleks rushed at the Gold Supreme…then its travel skirt split into eight segments that extended, then the limb and neck section split away to reveal a torso as six of the skirt sections traveled up to the shoulder area to make six arms while the remaining two became legs! The eyestalk sunk into the dome and the new six-armed humanoid form of the new Dalek punched a hole through the Gold Supreme!

“Oh…no!” breathed Bumblebee. “The Daleks were dangerous enough…!”

“But Daleks that can transform into a humanoid form?!” finished Thundercracker.

“Tell me, my brother,” Octus said to the Dalek that killed the Gold Supreme, “how does it feel?”

“…I…feel!” replied the Transformer Dalek. “It…is…GOOD!”

“Excellent!” praised Octus. “Our personal counter-beacon works! Now you are deadlier than ever! …Now to take care of some…pests!” Octus assumed robot mode and looked towards where the Gold Supreme came from. “Rejoice, brothers! Your first collective test is here! Show these inferiors the true meaning of terror! Transform! Transform…AND EXTERMINATE!”

“EXTERMINATE!” called Octus’ Daleks as they all assumed robot mode! “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!”

“RUN!” shouted Thundercracker as he scooped up William and took off. Bumblebee scooped up Amy and did the same as the Octus Daleks took to the air and pursued them, screaming “EXTERMINATE” all the while!