𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

Planet Of The Dead Pt. 3

"Barclay, we're holding on to this" {Y/N} says handing the phone to the Doctor.

"Hey, you'd better bring it back" {Y/N}, the Doctor and Christina leave the bus. Nathan is still patiently trying to dig out the wheels, the three trudge past him and out to the dunes again to take pictures of the approaching storm.

"Send this back to Earth. See if Malcolm can analyse the storm" the Doctor says.

"There's something in those clouds. Something shining. Look" Christina says.

"Like metal. Why would there be metal in a storm?" {Y/N} asks.

"Did you hear something?" Christina asks.

"Hold on. Busy" the Doctor says as him and {Y/N} continue to take photos.

"There was a noise, like a sort of" something looks at them with multifaceted eyes.

"{Y/N}, Doctor" an alien is standing on the skyline. A short time later the alien, a biped with an insect head, chitters and points a weapon. The Doctor and {Y/N} reply in clicks and chitters.

"That's wait. I shout wait, people usually wait" the Doctor says.

"You two speak the language?" Christina asks.

"Every language" the Doctor says as {Y/N} chitters to the alien "that's begging for mercy" the alien gestures with its weapon.

"That means move."

"Ooo, you're learning" the Doctor says.

"These fly things, they must be responsible. They brought us here" Christina says as they are taken to a wreck in the desert.

"No, no, no, no, no. Look at the ship. It's a wreck. They crashed, just like us" {Y/N} says.

*Time skip*

"Oh, but this place is freezing" Christina says.

"Mmm. The hull's made of photafine steel. Turns cold when it's hot. Boiling desert outside, freezing ship inside. Since we met you, Christina, we've been through all the extremes" the Doctor says.

"That's how I like things, extreme."

"Oh, this is beautiful. Intact, it must have been magnificent. A proper streamlined deep spacer" {Y/N} says.

"I'll remember that as I'm being slowly tortured. At least I'm bleeding on the floor of a really well-designed spaceship" Christina says, two aliens chitter at them. One of them touches a round purple device on his overall.

"Oh, right, good. Yes. Hello. That's a telepathic translator. He can understand us" the Doctor says.

"Still sounds like gibberish to me" Christina says.

"That's what I said. He can understand us. It doesn't work the other way round" the Doctor says, the alien starts to chitter so {Y/N} translates.

"You will suffer for your crimes, etcetera. You have committed an act of violence against the Tritovore race. Tritovores. They're called Tritovores. You came here in the two hundred to destroy us. Sorry, what's the two hundred?" {Y/N} asks.

"It's the bus. Number two hundred. They mean the bus" Christina says.

"Oh. No, look, I think you're making the same mistake Christina did. I'm the Doctor this is {Y/N}, by the way, and this is Christina. The Honourable Lady Christina. At least I hope she's honourable. We got pulled through that wormhole. The two hundred doesn't look like that normally. It's broken, just the same as you" the Doctor says, the alien lowers his weapon.

"What are they doing?"

"They believe me."

"What, as simple as that?"

"I've got a very honest face. And the translator says I'm telling the truth. Plus, the face" the Doctor says.

"Right. So, first things first. There's a very strange storm heading our way. Can you send out a probe? Oh, they've lost power. Hmm, the crash knocked the mainline crystallography out of synch. But if I can jiggle it back" {Y/N} kicks the machine and it comes to life "I thank you. Yes, I am. Frequently. Okey doke, let's launch that probe" they look at an image that zooms in to the planet.

"The Scorpion Nebula. We're on the other side of the universe. Just what you wanted. So far away. The planet of San Helios" the Doctor says.

"And that's us? We're on another world" Christina asks.

"We have been for quite a while" {Y/N} says.

"I know, but seeing it like that."

"It's good, isn't it?"

"Wonderful."

"The Tritovores were going to trade with San Helios. Population of one hundred billion. Plenty of waste matter for them to absorb" the Doctor says.

"By waste matter, you mean..."

"They feed off what others leave behind from their behind, if you see what I mean. It's perfectly natural. They are flies" {Y/N} says.

"Charming. Just remind me never to kiss them."

"San Helios City" the Doctor says.

"That's amazing. But you two have seen this sort of thing before, haven't you?"

"Thousands of times" {Y/N} says.

"That Lordship of yours. The Lord of where, exactly?"

"Of Time. We come from a race of people called Time Lords."

"You're aliens?"

"Yeah. But you don't have to kiss us either."

"You both look human."

"You look Time Lord. Anyway" {Y/N} says.

"So, if that's San Helios, all we need to do is find that city. They can help us."

"I don't think it's that simple. We're in the city right now" {Y/N} says.

"But it's sand. That first image, the temples and things, what's that then, ancient history?" the alien chitters.

"The image was taken last year" the Doctor says.

"It became a desert in one year?"

"We said there was something in the sand. The city, the oceans, the mountains, the wildlife, and a hundred billion people turned to sand. All those voices in Carmen's head. She's hearing them die."

"But I've got sand in my hair. That's dead people. Oh, that's disgusting. Oh."

"Something destroyed the whole of San Helios."

"Yes, but in my hair" the phone rings.

"Malcolm, tell me the bad news" {Y/N} says.

"Oh, you are clever. It is bad news. It's the wormhole, {Y/N}. It's getting bigger. We've gone way past one hundred Bernards. I haven't invented a name for that."

"How can it get bigger by itself?" {Y/N} asks.

"Well, that's why I'm phoning. You and the Doctor will work it out, if I know you, ma'am."

"{Y/N}, we estimate the circumference of your invisible wormhole is now four miles heading upwards. I've grounded all flights above London. We can't risk anyone else falling through" Magambo says.

"Good work, both of you" {Y/N} says.

"But I have to know. Does that wormhole constitute a danger to this planet?" there's a sudden beep.

"Oh, sorry. Call waiting. Got to go" {Y/N} says "yeah?"

"{Y/N}, it's Nathan. We got those duckboard things down, but..."

"It's my fault" Angela says.

"No, it's not. Don't say that" Nathan replies.

"Why, what's happened?"

"We kept on turning the engine, but, we're out of petrol. Used it all up. Even if we can get those wheels out, this bus is never going to move" {Y/N} furrows her eyebrows

"What is it, what's wrong? {Y/N}, tell me" Christina says.

"You promised you'd get us home. {Y/N}? Are you still there?" Nathan asks.

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