Harold Newman-Jones“Not a problem, Sir,”
replied Ianto Jones over the phone. “Since Captain Harkness is busy, your best bet would be to try and catch the next available flight to Cardiff International Airport, and find a taxi to drive you to the city. Book yourself into a hotel for the night – oh, and check your messages. Captain Jack’s left you with some more information.”
Ianto paused. “I’m not in a position to say what to do with your companion. If you think she can help, bring her along and we’ll see what Jack has to say tomorrow. I hope you two have a safe flight. See you soon.”
And with that Ianto ended the call. Kathleen "Chimaera" Salmon
and Sgt. Mini Fillmore
Seeing that there were no more questions, Captain Jack gave them all a salute, before pressing a button on his vortex manipulator and vanishing from sight. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ ~Elsewhere~Introducing: Commander Rikta
The Doctor slowly lowered his Sonic Screwdriver, tucking it away inside his brown pin-striped suit. He’d rescued his companions, but at a cost. There had only been time for one of two things: either use the teleporter to escape, right now, but leave his companions stranded, or use the teleporter to stop the Host and RoboSantas, but leave himself without an escape route…at least, not one he could use in time. The choice for the Doctor was obvious. As soon as he had reversed the teleportation, he had sabotaged the ship’s computer to stop the robots from being sent back to Earth. Not only had he left his enemies’ stranded…he’d now left himself stranded with them. There were escape pods in the vicinity, and he could have worked on shutting down the whole ship, even – he had access to the controls from the ships computer, after all. But there just wasn’t the time. As soon as he turned around, the Time Lord found himself faced with a dozen or so Host, blocking every means of escape. He was completely surrounded.
The Doctor raised his hands. “Yeah, ok you got me, not my best escape plan,” he said. “BUT-” he spoke up, as the Host removed their halos. “Wait-wait, wait just a second now, I’m not going anywhere! And you’re not going to kill me…am I right?”“Information: No.”
The Doctor nodded, “And quite right too. After all, what use am I to you dead, eh?”“Information: At this current time, you are more useful to us alive than-”
“Yes, yes I know all that, tell me something I don’t know. Cos I bet you thought you were very clever. Threatening to make me regenerate, ah that’s sure to rattle his cage. But I reckon you need me for something – your master, whoever you’re working for, they need the Doctor alive – oh, but not just The
Doctor, they need this
Doctor…this very incarnation of me. Am I correct?” “Information: Yes.”
The Host, slowly, replaced their halos back on their head.
“And of course that means, you taking me prisoner, you weren’t just trying to stop me from gathering information about your plan…you wanted me for
your plan, isn’t that right?”“You have already had your three questions, Doctor,”
spoke a female voice from the dark shadows of the hall.
The golden angels parted to let a humanoid figure step forward. She had a tall, slender figure, and she was dressed in what looked like some sort of commander’s uniform. It was clear she was the commander of the ship. All dressed in black and grey. Her clothes tight-fitting to accentuate her curves, together with some tight knee-high boots. She looked almost human; smooth pale skin, dark human eyes, dark wavy hair that cascaded down her shoulders, and a permanent smirk on her attractive face. But on closer inspection, it was clear that whatever she was, she was not human. On her neck, there was a small metal object, claws from the device biting deep into her flesh. The surrounding veins had become more pronounced, bulging and coloured an unnatural red. Like something had altered her from her true form...and was still altering her, even now. “I’m Commander Rikta,”
she said, introducing herself. “And I must say, I’m impressed. You really had us thinking you were going to attempt an escape. We were quite unprepared for your…sacrifice.”
Rikta smirked again. “But no matter. We’ll soon catch up with your little Earth apes. As you can see,”
she gestured to the device on her neck. “I’m going to be taking matters into my own hands, now. Max Capricorn really should have installed his service drones with a bit more tact.”
The woman glared at the white-robed androids around her, who stood passively, their hands pressed together in ‘prayer’. “And now Doctor, if you would, your communications device. No, I hadn’t forgotten it, I’m sorry to say. Hand it over.”
The Doctor reached a hand into his coat pocket searching. “Ah…yeah about that, sorry…I seem to have misplaced it,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. One of the host stepped towards him, grabbing one of the man’s arms in a vice like grip. It tightened its hold, putting more pressure on it. “Ow, ow that hurts…that really
hurts,” he exclaimed. “We might not be able to kill you, but there’s nothing to stop us from doing you significant damage.”
Replied Commander Rikta venomously. “Now hand over your communications device before my angel snaps your arm off.”
Pulling a bit of a face, the Doctor reached in a pocket with his other arm (the one not being crushed by the Host), and retrieved his phone, throwing it in Rikta’s direction. She caught it perfectly. “Thank you for your co-operation, Doctor.”
The host eased the pressure on his arm, but did not let go. Another of the host joined the Time Lord on his other side, gripping his other arm. “Take him away. Lock him in a different cell; his old one needs repairing.”
Rikta sighed. “And don’t let him fool you, this time. I’m going to be busy, and I really don’t have the time to play with Time Lords.”
She waved them off, and as they left, she studied the Doctor’s phone curiously. Then, she dropped it on the floor, and stamped on it repeatedly with a sharp-heeled boot. She listened as it crunched pleasantly underneath her foot. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ __ _ _ _ End of CHAPTER 1 ~ First Encounters
_______________________________________________________________________________________~Gwen and Rhys’ Flat, Cardiff~ Late at Night~
It was fair to say Gwen and Rhys didn’t have a good night sleep. Just when Rhys finally started to drift off, a shout or scream from the next room jolted him awake. “Gwen,”
he said quietly, on the eleventh time this had happened. “Either we get sound-proof walls, or he’s NOT staying another night.”
Gwen turned over in bed to face him. “Rhys!”
she whispered.“I mean it, I’m not having it! My own home and I can’t get a wink of sleep without-”
He broke off as Jack Bowman shouted out in his sleep again. Rhys head-desked his pillow. “He has sleeping difficulties, poor guy. He’s obviously having a rough night of it,”
Gwen explained.“Rough night? Rough night? What about us, about me, I suppose I’m sleeping like baby!”“Shhh! Keep your voice down. Just try to sleep through it.”“Easy for you to say,”
muttered Rhys. “You and your Torchwood. I bet you’re used to a few sleepless nights. Well I’m not.”
Rhys turned over in the bed, stuffing a pillow over his head to block out their noisy houseguest. Mini Time-Skip – The Next day
Six o’clock in the morning. Gwen joined Rhys in the kitchen, quietly making himself a coffee. He gave her a look, dark rings under his eyes from the lack of sleep. Gwen herself didn’t look too bad…although that could have been just where she’d already fixed her makeup ready for work. “I’m sorry”
she mouthed at him, gesturing helplessly with her arms, as if to say ‘well it isn’t my fault’. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, grabbing her keys. Before walking out the door, she placed a note on the kitchen table for Jack to read. The note read:
- Code: Select all
Rhys and I have gone to work. The items you asked for are on the table.
Help yourself to anything from the kitchen. EXCEPT for Rhys’s beer. Just make sure you clean up after yourself. Feel free to use the computer/Tv. There’s a tourist brochure for Cardiff pinned to the board by my desk if you want to do a bit of sight-seeing.
Other than that, see you at the Roald Dahl Plass at 3pm.
Try not to get into trouble!
Rhys puffed out a sigh, rubbing a weary hand against his face. After finishing his coffee, did his tie and sent out the door himself. It was not the best of starts to his day.
________________________________________________________________________________________ ~TIME SKIP~For when you need plot advancement and don’t have a TARDIS.Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff
It was five minutes to 3pm. Roald Dahl Plass
was really just a long stretch of concrete, decorated with great pillars and monuments. A public plaza in Cardiff Bay, often a favourite place for tourists to stop and take pictures. At the end nearest the Wales Millennium Centre, a large, towering water feature
stood. One side curved, the other side
flat. The sky was overcast, not too bright but not too gloomy, and the plaza was quiet. A few tourists walked along the open space, but none of them stopped for long.
There appeared to be no one there waiting for the Doctor’s companions. If they arrived there and looked, they would have found no person waiting for them, not even a note. Had there been some kind of mistake? Had Captain Jack and the others forgotten what time it was? Would they be here any minute now? Or had something else happened…?
The plaza was calm and all but empty. It would not be long before the Doctor’s contacts started to arrive. ~CHAPTER 2 ~ Now It Begins…~