This is Not the David Tennant Version of The Tenth Doctor...but rather...Me as the Tenth Doctor. This story was created back well before Mr. Tennant was even chosen for the role. In fact....this was even before the series returned to tv.
THE TENTH REGENERATION ADVENTURES
Doctor Who: ENCOUNTER AT ROSWELL
By Jeff Walker
United States of America
Crickets chirpped away in the dark starry night of the dusty desolate remote of Roswell, New Mexico. In the darkness, a pair of headlights shone through as the sound of gears shifting in the night air. Driving along the makeshift dirt road is a slightly faded green jeep, a military vehicle commonly used by the Americans in World War II. In the jeep two uniformed soldiers patrol the area, both look very young and wear the same pale brown uniforms and standard issue army green helmets. The green matched the jeep perfectly; the young man driving was a black male who tries to focus on the road with the high beams guiding his way. The young male sitting beside him was Caucasian, gazing up at the stars as he leaned back on the seat with one of his legs hanging out the side of the vehicle.
“Man...this is the dead end of the world. I thought for sure I’d get a transfer to Hawaii or even in San Francisco.” He sighed out loud.
“Hell ya, this is the low point in my service. But then again, what choice do I have.” The other soldier snickered shaking his head.
“Everyone has a choice, Red.”
“Not me…” The black officer grumbled. “Ain’t no choice for me other then to quit the service. There’s no way they’ll promote me any higher then I am.”
“Yah, your kind sure do get a raw deal don’t y’all?” The caucasian soldier smiled.
“My kind? What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Nuthin’.” He laughed. “Perhaps you’re not kissing enough butt is all? You know…the kind that don’t pucker up.”
The black officer looked over at the young friend and slowly started to laugh with him.
“I worked hard to get where I am, man. I made sure they took note a black man like me could be in the military and serve his country. Besides - that's a lot of honkey butt to kiss. Nasty and wrinkled too.”
“Yeah.” His friend said as he continued to chuckle. “But at least you’d get promoted.”
The two now roar with laughter as they share the moment of humor. He and his partner know they’re only kidding with one another, but truth be told...for the time they live in, such friendships would be frowned upon by most people. Enjoying the ride, they both get comfortable with the fact that this routine patrol is going to be another no brainer. Lieutenant Saul Red, humming a tune faintly, soon quiets down and slowly starts to ease off on the gas as he hears a faint noise in the air. His buddy in the next seat, Private Gord Nash, tilts his army helmet back from his eyes as he rouses from his relaxed state. Looking over at Red, he rolls his eyes at him and tries to return back to his comfortable position in the seat.
“What’s the matter Red? You look too damn serious all of a sudden. What? You gettin’ tired of driving already? ” He laughs in a southwestern hic chuckle.
“Naw, man.” The black officer replies as he brings the jeep to a halt and listens again. “I thought I heard somethin’. Like...well like a bang or somethin’.”
The young private sits up and listens as well. Straining to hear anything, other then the crickets in the distance, Nash just streches his arms and rubs the back of his neck.
“Hmm. Well I don’t hear nuthin’, must have been one them townsfolk. They like to hunt rabbits and what not around here.”
“Ain’t no rabbit and ain’t no townsfolk rustlin’ in the bushes neither.” Red snaps back to him. “This place is totally sealed off with landmines and trip wires…shoot…if it was townie walkin’ in here, they’d be dead for sure.”
“Uh huh.” The southern soldier glances at him sarcastically. “Well, whatever it was it must have been you’re imagination. Nothing ever happens around here Red…you ought to know that.”
Nash starts to slide back down into his seat and tilts his green helmet over his eyes again, while Red peers out at the darkness to confirm what he had heard.
“I know I heard it.” He affirms. “It was like a…like a ‘boom’ or somethin’.”
All of a sudden, a Massive ball of fire comes fall out of the sky, a streak of blinding fiery light that passes over them and heads off into the distance a few miles away. Red’s eyes bulged with shock as he witnessed the event, while his partner remained in his slouched position unaware of the object that had gone by. Just as the black soldier was about to wake his friend, the fire ball impacts into the ground like a nuclear bomb going off, a great big ploom of fire and smoke bellows up from off the dusty ground. It scares the living crap out of the young private as he screams from the loud noise and leaps up in his seat.
“Jeeezus! What the hell was that?!! ” The startled private shouts as he looks over to the rising fiery ploom.
Saul just shakes his head, his eyes still focused on the blast as well. The soldier just gawks at it and struggles to answer his friend.
“I…I dunno Nash. But we’z best get over there and find out.”
“We?” The young man yelps. “Hell no that could be dangerous Red!”
“You wanted excitement didn’t ya? Well…hold on to you’re hat buddy, we’z going into action.”
“I knew I should have taken afternoon watch.” The young man scoffed.
Red starts up the jeep again and floors it as he heads on out after the crash point. The backspin from the tires stir up the dry, dusty dirt, the hot night air makes it hang in the air like a smokey trail. The green jeep leaps about wildly over the sandy humps of the uneven dirt road, both men hang on tight as they race at high speed.
At the crash impact, a dark sliver-grey craft sits in the middle of the large scorched crater; bits of the silvery looking debris lay about on fire. A deep impact to be sure, the front end sticks into the ground with black streaks all around it, crumpled and cracked its contents are still somewhat still within the skin of the wreck. The two patrolling soldiers finally reach the devastation and park the army jeep at the foot of the burnt out crater.
Quickly stepping out of the vehicle, the two men take out their rifles and inch slowly into the pit with a look of total disbelief.
“Damn, that’s one odd looking thing huh? “, the white soldier says.
“Yeah...odd.” Red simply utters.
”Is it a plane? Or some sort of balloon?” The southern man inquires.
“You crazy? Ain’t no balloon that could do this.” The black officer says as he continues to step in with his gun point out at the craft. “It looks like metal. Could be a plane I suppose…”
Looking down on the ground, within the newly formed hole, they notice a couple of silvery shaped humanoid forms lying beside the craft. Burned too badly to see the heads, they can’t make out what the creatures faces look like, the crash completely charred them black. But just as the private starts to make his way down for a closer inspection, another silvery-space suited individual comes crawling out from behind the damaged front. It starts to rise up on its legs, which look partially damaged, and the figure starts to walk towards the men.
Nash and Red both see the strange being heading towards them, in typical human fear, they raise their standard issue rifle guns at the thing. The head of the figure is nothing they’ve seen before, a face of metal that looks built into the helmet it wears, but a face that looks strangely un-human to them. The being raises his arm out to them and struggles to make it’s way over.
Both men shoot the being down as they fear for their lives, they pump the creature with several shots before it drops to the ground from the leathal blows. It lets out a strange electronic-voiced sigh as the bullets puncture its tin-like body frame; it twists around on the ground until it finally stops moving. The two frightened soldiers move in on the dead creature, and coming up behind them in the distance, more military vehicles pour in by the hundreds.
“Red?” The young man says to his friend.
“We’d better hope that’s not one of ours.”
Zooming through the vortex of time and space, the TARDIS whisks by as it travels to its new destination. Inside the spinning police box, the doctor is laying flat on his back with his head and arms lodged into the Tardis’ console. The interior looks a gray-white, and the walls have a weird large circle perforated look about it. The room is fairly big, with some antique furnishings in the odd spots. Wooden furnishings that look out of place and out of time from the rest of the objects around the room. A brass plated looking coat hanger stands in one corner with many coats and caps adorning all around it. In the center sits a massive computer-ized console, with a large glowing column, that stretches to the very top of the ceiling. It’s joined at the top, with large waves of energy pulses moving downward in the column. The bottom also has a pulse that seems to meet the other one at the halfway mark, and collide into each other like seeing a star form, stretch-out and then disappear, as if it knows there is another one to form right behind it.
Working below the octagonal shaped console, The Doctor tinkers away with various tools by his side. Much like the rest of the room, the console is white in appearance that almost melds together with the rest of the craft. The shape of the console peaks at the mouth of the bottom half of the column, with a flat panel for each section of the controls. The lower part is stubby underneath as it sits on the floor...and is more shaped like a spire with large panels all around it. The top of that spire and the underside of the console meet to complete its look, looking more like a metal table that was permanently fixed in its place. Each section of the top of the console is full of buttons, switches, lights and screens. It all looks like a mish-mash of different technologies that where made in different centuries from earth’s past or future. A few bits looked totally alien in origin, but for the most part it was a blend of various cultures of different designs. The Doctor lying underneath the console table, has tools around him, wire is sticking out, an some oddly looking fiber optics jutting out as he tries to repair his machine.
A voice booms out from a small door adjacent to where he is, slightly muffled from the sound the room is making. A low electrical hum resonates through out the area, as well as the pulsation from the center column.
“Ok I’m ready!! You know there’s a lot to choose from in here Doctor. I’d swear you’re a clothes horse for women.” yells his newly appointed traveling companion, Andrea Blaine.
The Doctor continues to work underneath the console table, and only replies with a faint sound of interest from her remark. She opens the door and walk out like a model showing off the latest style in fashion. Andrea’s blonde hair cascades her round shoulders, she’s wearing a open toed strap on leather sandals with out socks, faded blue jeans that flatter her shapely curves to no end, an open white blouse that’s slightly tucked in, and underneath that she sports a yellow tank top that seems a tad too tight for her.
“Ta-daaaa! “, she playfully says.
The Doctor pulls himself out from underneath the table and looks up at her. He too has changed his clothing, now he wears a pair of red and dark blue tennis canvas tennis shoes, his pants are black and white pin stripes slacks, a multicolored cardigan vest with a pale green shirt underneath it. His coat looks more like an oversized smoking jacket, a dark maroon felt, with silk-ish collars and inside silk-ish interiors as well. His sleeves are rolled up to his forearms, probably to maintain a certain arm length on the large jacket. Rather then looking at his companion in her new wardrobe, he simply holds a tool in his hand close up to his lips as he blankly stares at the console he’s just been working on.
“A-hem!” She clears her throat, trying to get his attention again, “I said.... Taaa-Daaa!”
The Doctor quickly looks at her up and down, and returns his focus on the Tardis.
“Hm? Oh yes...quite stunning. Although I think the top is a bit much for you though.”
She looks down at her yellow tank top, which is rather revealing on such a healthy looking young woman as her.
“Well, it is a bit tight I’ll admit. But like I said, your selection is rather limited. I think it looks fantastic! And a woman has to look her best...even when traveling through the cosmos!”
The Doctor looks over again, trying not to stare too much at her assets plumping out of the top. He walks over to her and comes close to her face.
“You’ll regret having it on. Fashionable or not, clothes young lady aren’t supposed to cut off your ciculation. You just wait and see...besides...yellow is a terrible color for you.”
After saying that he walks on back to the console table and starts flicking with a few of the switches around it. Andrea not at all pleased with his attitude about her garment, frowns with her bottom lips sticking out, like a little kid. She drags her feet over to the overly mechanized table and leans down resting on it.
“Oh what do you know about what’s fashionable. You don’t even match in your clothes. And what’s wrong with yellow anyhow?”
She lets out a huge sigh as her eyes dart about. She soon looks at him again shaking her head and then tilting it back like a bored child.
“Dooooc...are we there yet? You promised me this thing would take me to new worlds, different times, places no human has gone before…But all I’ve seen is you fiddling with that thing for hours on end. I’m bored already!”
The Doctor still fumbles with his lights and switches, looking at his machinery with great focus.
“Actually my dear, I think we’re going to have to postpone that trip to Mallicus two, it seems the TARDIS is having a slight problem. I’m guessing it’s more serious a malfunction that I had previously thought. Let that be a lesson, never regenerate while in mid-flight. If I could only remember what happened just before…”
“Well, just how serious is serious?” She questions.
“Let me put it this way…” The Doctor gazes over at her. “Zempocktempora.”
Andrea scrunches her nose at his weird word and peers back at him.
“And that means what?”
“That’s Tarkainian, it means...hold on to your yellow top, we’re landing to make repairs.”
The Doctor smirks as he strolls over to the controls. He lets out a short breath, taps a buton on his right and the whooshing sound of the craft’s materialization begins.
Roswell, New Mexico.
In the hot and airid sun baked landscape, a swirl of dust rolls through the open road way and breezes on by just as the faint blue materialization of the TARDIS come streaming in to solid form. The light flashes on the top of the blue box and slowly dims down as it hums with power sitting in the dusty wind. Inside the police box, the Doctor grabs a small item off the console that was perched on top of it. It’s an oddly shaped metallic object, alien in design, yet it looks old and slightly burnt.
“That must be the thingy you were talking about right?” Andrea inquires. “The…what did you call it? The time materi...materaliz..” She says struggling to remember his exact words for the item.
“The time materialization spatial ecto-stablizer. Really now...it’s not that hard to remember.” He says with a grain of seriousness.
He places the object in his right trouser pocket and casually walks over to the control panel. He then pulls up on a handle that raises upward towards him, the massive doors behind them open up, looking like they were part of the wall, the dual doors swing apart within the room and reveal the darkness that will lead to the exit door of his police box.
“Are we going somewhere?” Andrea asks.
“You know...I was right.... you do ask too many questions. Come along!” He says playfully to her as he taps her nose.
He walks straight through them and puts on a canvas red baseball cap that just manages to fit his head. Andrea looks with surprise that he’s just walking out, and soon follows behind him not knowing what else to do.
After walking out of the police box door, they are subject to the desert’s heat and sun. Andrea protects her eyes from the glare, stepping out from something darker into the light is moment she wasn’t prepared for. The Doctor stands out a few feet in front of her as stands there grinning and looking out at the vastness of the area.
“Splendid isn’t it...looks like a beautiful day.” He joyfully squawks.
Andrea is in amazement; she wasn’t prepared for the shock of actual travel from her small town of British Columbia to here, one minute she was in misty mountainside, the next she’s here in a desert. Strange to her even more so, but she gets the feeling they haven’t traveled to far...like the Doctor promised her.
“It’s hot” She observes. “And lots of sand...Looks like I dressed right for this.”
The Doctor starts walking away as he gazes around. She follows up behind, also looking around, and taking in the view.
“Where are we? Another planet?” She questionly moans.
“Well…uhm…I…I don’t know.” The Doctor says tapping his mouth. “Funny that? I didn’t even bother to look at the coordinates as we landed.”
“Well how bout a guesstimation then?” She says rolling her eyes at him.
“Well let’s see…” The Timelord says as he walks out a bit from her. “One sun, one moon...blue skies…Oh boy. I knew that circuit wasn’t working. Damn. We’re still on Earth.”
“How can you tell?” She asks.
“The obvious my dear, the obvious. I know enough about Earth and other planets to take your so called ‘guesstimation’ to the nearest decimal place.” The Timelord grumbles as he places his hand on the brim of his red cap. “Plus can hear crickets in the background, hear the cry of the hawks in the breeze and see that rather clunky looking Earth style vehicle driving up towards us.” He points over to the dusty cloud that’s coming closer.
“What?” She says with confusion. “Where?”
“Right there, coming up over the horizon…at a high rate of speed I might add.”
In the distance a dark colored jeep his quickly coming, Andrea stands by the Timelord as he points to it.
“Oh I dunno, perhaps they’re aliens with a similar planet like mine...” She tries to convey to him.
The jeep takes no time at all to reach them. It makes a full stop and three soldiers in light brown shirt and pants jump out. The top of the vehicle’s hood has a big white star on it, as do the dark green helmets the soldiers are wearing.
“Hello there! Just out for a stroll in this wonderful weather and your sandy beaches.” The Doctor waves to them as he tries to use his standard greeting to them. “Listen my dear chaps, I’m it a bit of a spot, can you tell me if you happen to have a Universal Trans-dimensional component shop near by here?!”
His tone was almost jovial, but waving his hand wasn’t such a great idea, as the sound of the army men’s weapons clicking to arm, strikes a shiver down Andrea’s spine. As the men finally reach them, they aim their weapons directly in their faces and shows them their typical universal greeting.
“DON’T MOVE!! You’re under arrest under the authority of the United States Government!! ”
Andrea gulps as she soon takes in the seriousness of the situation, and the Doctor sighs under his breath, as he knows how this usually goes.
“Doctor…” Andrea whispers to him.
“Say nothing my dear.” He quickly whipsers back.
“I said don’t move!” The officer restates again.
“Under arrest?” The Doctor squaks at them. “Oh I see, this place here is out of bounds. Ooh I am sorry, you see…we didn’t know this place was off limits...did we.... Andrea?” He motions to her with his eyes, hoping she’ll go along with his desperate attempt to weasel out of it.
“Huh? Oh...yes...yeah, that’s right!” She soon adds catching on to his little fib. “I think you guys better put up a sign or something. I mean really, there’s no need to start harping at us because we didn’t know it was restricted.”
The soldier just looks blankly at them. His eyes never shift away as he listens to their half assed story.
“Excuse me mam, and sir...but there is a sign sitting not more then one mile away from this spot. And seeing how I don’t think you could miss a big sign in plain, large red and black letters that reads: Keep Out! I think you better find a story that sounds much better then that. Now then...”
The two Caucasian soldiers behind him walk around the two and point their guns at the back of their heads. As the main soldier talking to them finishes up his statement.
“You can either do this the hard way? Or the easy way. Which is it?”
The Doctor and Andrea both look at each other in a comedic fashion, and then sigh out their only choice.
“The easy way.” Both say in unison.
“Well, alright then. Move people! ” He orders.
The soldiers grab hold of them and place them in the back of the Jeep. The soldier that had been talking to them looks at the TARDIS before he seats into the jeep with them all.
“Is that yours sir?”
The Doctor turns to look at the box, and then looks back at the soldier and smiles at him.
“Hm? Oh that! Yes, its just a little something I like to call home.” He says in a jovial manner.
The soldier just coldly stares at him again and pulls himself into the back with them. The two other rigid men of his ensemble get into the front seats, one driving and the other keeping his weapon on them at all times. As they start to pull away, the Doctor looks over to the overly concerned companion of his, and raises his eyebrows at her as if to say, ” Friendly aren’t they? “. Andrea just kind of smirks at his gesture and shakes her head, she knows all to well the trouble they’re in, and it’s not a laughable manner.
Over at the base, inside a massive hanger with the white number thirteen painted on the doors, a group of men stand together looking upwards at an object a few feet away. Some of them are in more of a green suit attire, some have a more deep blue outfit with a pair of gold wings pinned on them, a much more commanding look rather then the rest of the soldiers running around in their light brown fatigues. These men all have metals of courage and valor splashed all over they’re deep green and blue jackets, with ranking stars of Generals and Lieutenant Generals. All seem to range in age, but for the most part not more then 50 or even in they’re late 60′s. They all look above as the huge sliver spacecraft the army discovered and brought back with them, hovers over them like a mysterious monolith of a scorched grayish sliver. It lies on the floor in front of them, but is so tall, its like looking at a statue lying sideways. Partially covered with a huge tarp, they study its odd shape and design.
“Big.... isn’t it?” One of the older decorated generals says.
The one beside him expands on his observation, ” Looks rather smooth as well, but the configuration is rather angular, and it’s definitely not a Russian make. ”
The one man that stands out in front of them all, is a rather stocky tall older gentleman, his face has a look of many years, and probably seen many a combat mission in his day. His simple hard lined glare at the ship almost feels like a man whose about to fear the worst about this strange discovery. Most men on this base salute him and call him by his title, General A. Chester Warner, but to his good friends and fellow officers behind him...he’s simply known at Ace. He turns to the other seven big wig officials behind him, standing there gawking at the marvel, and lays down what must be done to cover up this discovery that no one should know about yet.
" This thing is incredible! Technology like this doesn’t seem possible, to any country. Gentlemen, we mustn’t let the press know about this, I want a complete lock out and no one.... I repeat no ONE.... is to leak anything about it! Understood! ”
They all nod in agreement, but just to make sure they understand his barking order, they give him the proper response all soldier must bellow, ” Yes Sir! ”
He smiles at their wonderful sense of professionalism, and lets them go to do they’re jobs, ” Thank you Gentlemen...Dismissed! “, he says and salutes them as they all do to him in return. General “Ace” Warner is a man who like his soldiers clean cut and totally loyal to his orders, never one to feel soft or show weakness in the eyes of his enemies, but to his own breed of American Gung Ho types, he’ll always try to make them feel as if he’s proud of each and every one of them. As the men all walk out of the structures main doors, one of the regular brown suited officer comes running in to see the General, he stops directly in his path and automatically salutes him. A scared look almost washes over his face, whether it is at the thought of being in front of the army’s finest commander, or the fact that he’s got some troubling news for him.
" At ease, soldier. “, he says to the rather young lieutenant, saluting back at him so the young man can put down his arm at relay the news to him.
" Sir! Perimeter Patrol has called in, they say they’ve captured two spies wandering into the area. Sir! “, He says with a young voice, shaky abit, given the fact that its news that the general doesn’t want to hear.
" What?! Damn them...” he says with utter contempt, “...I’ll bet it’s those pesky reporters snooping around. This damn thing must have alerted the whole press by now.” his snippy muttering sends a chill up the lieutenant’s back, but dares to ask the hard-nosed military man what to do next. “Ah...Sir.... should we throw them in the brig? Or escort them back off the property? “, The young boy licks his chapped lips, awaiting his commander’s instructions.
" No, no..... Bring them here this time, I want you to put them in a holding cell and set up the interrogation room! I wanna know what these two think they know about what’s going on here. You got that Soldier! “, He harps at the young lad.
" YES SIR! “, he screams back to his superior, saluting him again and then running off to execute his order. Warner isn’t too fond of the press; he finds them all to be more of a pest then a help to the American public. For him, knowing nothing about what your own government does is much better then exposing too much. America to him is the righteous, and all other nations are the ones to be concerned and watchful for. For now, he’s got to deal with a couple of civilians that have made their way into a tightly secured area. Not secure enough he thinks.
The jeep carrying the Doctor and Andrea, soon finds its way straight into the base, the whole area is a flurry with soldiers marching, army trucks and tanks driving by, and other clerical army members walking quickly by the huge chaos. Andrea and her Timelord friend look around at all the commotion, but more importantly see the massive number on the main hanger door, a quick flash of realization of where and when they are hits them like a ton of bricks.
" 51...” Andrea says as she sees the numbers, “Oh no..... Area 51...this is bad Doctor. We’ve come back to the most talked about military cover up in the hole of human history! ”
The Doctor’s gesture of putting his index finger to his mouth, doesn’t make her feel to good, the Timelord just nods and gives his response. “Let's not speak right now, my dear. Silence for now would be the best course of action. I just hope we’re not shot for trespassing...or worst...”
Worst? Andrea thinks, what could be worst then being shot by paranoid soldiers who think your trespassing on government secrets? Her eyes glaze and roll at his wonderful bit of encouraging info. She wonders if coming with this strangely dressed man was the smart thing to do in the first place; back in the 21st century, she was a Canadian officer of the law, from a small doomed community. Perhaps facing the enquiry committee would have been a lesser punishment then almost certain death.
After spending nearly two hours in the holding cell, the Doctor remains the calm, cool timelord he’s always been in each crisis. Andrea on the other hand looks as though she’s going to climb the walls from all the waiting. The room is small, and there’s one narrow door that seems to be the only way out of that tiny room. Sitting on a bench, the Doctor fiddles with his small pins he’s put on as part of his wardrobe. One is a yellow face, much like the ” have a nice day ” kind, only with its eyes squinting and its tounge sticking out. The other is a goldplated polished ” @ ” sign, that seems to go well with the red metal one below it, in the form of a question mark. Andrea paces and paces in the dim yellow brick room, a very small barred window sitting at the top of the wall is the only source of air flowing through, but still not enough to make her feel comfortable.
" I can’t take it.....we’ve done nothing. Why won’t they let us leave? “, she says with an exhausted breath. The quirky Timelord just lays down on his small wooden bench and relaxes, being been through this many a time, he’s quite use to it.
" Aaaah, easy there. It won’t be too much longer now. They like to make you feel ansy and wired before they question you.“, looking over to her and grinning, ” But you should know this.....after all....you are a police officer are you not? ”
She stops for a moment and quietly nods at his perfect observation. Indeed, she does know the way’s of making an indiviual more persuasive to chat about their misdeeds. But being the recipient of such a uncomfortable process, isn’t where she’d like to be at right now, somehow, being the one interrigated isn’t much fun.
“You know Doc.....you can be down right annoying sometimes. ” , she barbs at him. To which he only smiles and moves his legs back and forth on the small bench he’s laying upon. Suddenly two army soldiers walk in with pistols aimed at them, on the arm bands of they’re light tanned sand looking uniforms, the letters ” MP ” stand out in white on a black cloth.
“Alright you two...on your feet! Let’s Go! “, The first soldier barks. The second one reaches over to Andrea and pulls her forcefully out of the room, the Doctor stands up, puts his hands up and walks out with the other soldier as he point the gun behind his back. Waiting in another room, is a man in a grey suit, white shirt and dark navy tie. The room looks very grey and dismal, but a huge window on the other side of the wall, shows the General Warner sitting down on the opposite side, as he calmly waits for the prisoners to be dragged in. The Doctor and his beautiful blond fellow traveler are soon brought through the room’s door; they walk over to the two chairs waiting for them at the other side of a white rectangle table in the middle of the room. The man in the grey suit, hovers over the chair he will be sitting in, on the other side of the table, facing towards theirs. The MP’s place them down in the hard wood chairs, and the man in front finally sits as he begins the chat.
“Please state your names and what your job is...“, the man begins with.
The Doctor leans in with a jester like attitude and covers over Andrea’s mouth as he tries to speak for the both of them, ” Well, I’m normally called The Doctor...and this lovely young lady here is my traveling companion Andrea Blaine. Do you think we could have glass of water or some refreshments of some sort? Being in this incredible heat does some terrible damage for one’s own appetite.”
The man sitting across from him, simple looks over at the General gazing in from the window behind. He looks back at the Doctor and leans in to him as well.
" You can play all the little games you want.... Doctor was it?” watching the grinning idiot in front of him, ” But if you don’t stop acting like a moron, and answer my questions seriously and truthfully...then you WILL be taken out of here, sent to a military institution and never see the light of day again. Do you catch my drift...Mr. Doctor? “, He says to him in a rather icy, threatening tone of voice.
Andrea’s face displays the obvious look of not liking the sound of that detailed account of what will happen to them. The grinning Timelord now removes that smile, knowing that this is going to be a lot harder to get out of then he hopes. If this was U.N.I.T., the British intelligence military that has helped him before in many an alien encounters, he’d be taken to his friend Brigadier Leftbridge Stuart and given a more welcome he’s grown accustomed too. But that military side unit won’t exist for another two decades from where they are now. So his chance of finding a friendly recommendation from London doesn’t appear likely. Feeling the tense nature of the man staring at him with a rather dead pan gaze, the quirky Timelord now just slumps back into his chair and prepares himself for a bombardment of many meaningless questions.
“Yes...I get you. I get you just fine. “, Sounding more like a kid that’s been denied something from a dominant parent. His eyes shift over to the hard-nosed General, who keeps a good look on both him and his lovely young female accomplice.
Down the hall from where they are, a uniformed guard is standing outside of another room, the only thing it says on the doors is ” Restricted Research Lab - Authorized Personnel Only!” the guard stands with his shot gun firmly between his hands and keeps it level to the opposite side of his other shoulder. His other hand grips the top half of the weapon, in a state of readiness, incase someone tries to approach the room without permission. Inside the research room, metal tables line up all around the room, full of scientific equipment and tools. In the middle sits a big operating table with a huge multi-head light perched over head of it and built in to the top ceiling like a light fixture. More to the left of the table, and down a bit further, is yet another door. This one is completely metal and looks as though it might be a big walk in freezer storage room. With the words ” Cold Storage Unit ” confirming this, we see that inside sits three wheeled metal tables lined up beside one another. The storage area within looks big enough for the three of them, looking very cold inside, the hissing of the cooling fans can be heard as well as the sound of ice chunking off and hitting the blades from time to time.
On the three tables lay separate individuals, covered over with a white sheet of cloth. Seeing only their slivery limbs or boots underneath the sheets, the shape of the bodies laying there looks exactly like the three alien occupants of the craft that’s been recently discovered. The center alien body begins to twitch in the left hand; a sudden sound of an electrical pulse being made underneath the sheet causes the figure to jolt abit. Soon the creature begins to rise up from lying on the cold metal table. And as the main figure starts to rise slowly, the sheet comes off his head and exposes his face. Not a face really, more like a metal robotic head, with two round dark eyes like holes, and a rectangular slit for a mouth. For this is no mere ordinary space traveler, but none other then one of the Doctor’s most feared robotic enemies. The Cybermen.
The Cyberman gets off the cold steel table, and surveys the room he’s contained in. He sees his two companions lying on either side, he reaches down and begins pulling parts off of them, and his lack of respect for his fellow space travelers is only natural. Cybermen do not feel emotions, nor do they care about what happens to their dead. They are walking zombies for the most part, once human-like long ago; they gave everything up to become immortal in their cybernetic bodies. When Cybermen come, they usually come in droves of hundreds, much like a never-ending army of lemming warriors. If they become critically damaged, they will tend cannibalize parts from other dead Cybermen to affect repairs and complete their mission. This Cyberman is doing just that, a somewhat slow moving species, but extremely fast in rebuilding and repairing things. None the wiser, the soldier standing outside the lab room, has no idea that right now one of those tin men is starting to repair himself.
In the interrogation room meanwhile, the Doctor and Andrea have been getting drilled by questions from a grey suited Caucasian man in his mid-forties, the barrage of questions seems to circle over and over again, as they try in vein to figure out who they are. Andrea looks like she is having trouble breathing, the heat and humidity are doing a number on her, but it also could be due to the fact that her halter-top she’s chosen to wear is a tad too tight for her. The sweat seems to glisten down her buoyant cleavage, as the two soldiers standing behind them try their hardest not to look at the rather lusty image. The Doctor is totally unsatisfied by this man who dares question his mental capacity and decides to end the futile stand off once and for all.
“Alright enough! I’ve kept telling you who I am, and how I got here, but like the paranoid human I’ve come to expect for this period of time, you’ve danced around the topic until I’ve given you an answer that will undoubtedly frame me and my friend here! I refuse to answer another question from your weak little mind...” he turns to the window where General “Ace” Warner sits behind. “...I think you’ve gotten all your going to get out of me. But perhaps instead of indirectly asking us if we know what’s going on.... maybe it would be better to let us tell you how we can help you.“, the anger Timelord spews out.
The General, a very rough old salt of a man, gives the oddly dressed man a good stare down. Then leans back in his chair to the dark haired male Caucasian aide sitting against the wall, ” Wasn’t there word about a...some sort of consultant.... they were sending us from Washington? ”
“Uhm...” flipping through the bunch of papers stacked on his knees, the aide tries to figure that out, “...I’m not sure, sir. I thought there was one due for arrival, but they told us that would take a few days to get them here. ”
Warner rolls the thought in his head, what if these are the, so-called, experts sent to help them. Running out of options, and pressed for time to unlock the secrets of the mysterious craft, the General shows the only leniency in his whole life. He gets up out of his chair and opens the door connecting to the room the two prisoners are sitting in.
" Doctor.... was it? “, he says in a half sigh, half serious nature. The Doctor leaps from his chair and regains his happy posture again. ” Yes, that’s right. And you are? ”
" General Warner. Tell me, what’s your doctrine in? “, He asks him. The Doctor smiles and gives the answer he usually tends to say when someone asks him that, ” Oh...you could say I’m a Doctor of all the known fields.”
Puzzled by his obvious deceitful remark, the gruff military man takes his word for it; rather then ask another silly question that would result in another silly answer from him. They shake hands after their introductions and seem more on a friendlier term, all of which stuns Andrea, who could have sworn a few minutes ago, their goose was cooked. Speaking of which, she was still hot and bothered, but also having a big problem breathing, but rather then stay with the two soldiers who are breathing down her neck, she decides to get out with the Timelord while she can.
She runs quickly up behind the Doctor and taps him on the shoulder as they are lead out of the room, he leans back a bit to see what she wants as she whispers in his ear.
" Doctor? I don’t get it...first they give us a hard time, and now they’re going to show us everything? It doesn’t make sense.” she quietly says to him, not wanting the old General to hear who is within earshot of them.
" Just go with the flow Andrea, Trust me...I know what I’m doing.” he says back in the same low whisper and lays a finger aside his nose quickly. The General, his aide, the Doctor and Andrea, are led out to a long hallway. At the end of it is a door with the word ” Exit ” written on it. Walking through it, they step outside and come out to a beautiful view of the setting sun out on the hot desolate New Mexico plains. They continue walking with the General as he heads towards the big fifty-one hanger that holds the Cybermen spacecraft. Much more noisy outside, things are still bustling all over with soldiers and vehicles. Andrea taps the Doctor on the back again and squishes in beside him, he wraps his arm around her shoulders and leans in to listen.
" Area 51 Doctor...its Area 51! “, she says in an excited whispered tone. The Doctor squints as he tries to think, and whispers back at her with his bit of knowledge, ” Actually my dear, this isn’t the infamous ′ Area ′ you know of...that place won’t exist for another few years or so. This was the beginning of their whole alien conspiracy, so don’t expect too see a whole lot. They had only captured the one ship on this date...funny...I do remember there being a hanger with a number on it...but I didn’t think 51 was it. Curious isn’t it? ”
Her face was of disappointment, Area 51 was more around her time then this one, this would be the launching point for such secret behavior, but despite the fact that it wasn’t the base she’d come to know, it was still a great thrill to see. They finally approach the building and enter in; the guards salute Warner and allow him, his aide, the Doctor and Andrea to pass through. As they enter the massive structure, the site of the slivery damaged ship takes Andrea and the Doctor back. Andrea was in awe; this was the first time in her life that she was able to witness an event that would shake the very foundation of human belief.
Back inside the base building, in the large storage cooler, the Cyberman continues to repair himself. Sporting a brand new arm, a new leg and attaching an undamaged faceplate to replace his old one, he finishes himself in no time. All that’s left of his two companions are scraps, damaged parts and their faceless corpses. It turns towards the door and studies it’s design with its built in sensors. It then begins to pound away on the metal, trying to break through the door to freedom. The soldier outside the restricted lab guarding the Cybermen bodies hears the muffled bangs being made in the room. Not sure as to what it is, he leaves his post and enters into the room. As he scans inside, he can still hear the sound of fists pounding away on something close by. He soon realizes its the cold storage door, and becomes alarmed at the fact something might still be alive in there.
In the hanger, the flamboyantly dressed Timelord examines the ship close up. He runs his hand against the hull and rubs his fingers after feeling the smoothness of it. ” Odd.... its so smooth, and yet feels almost non-metallic. Interesting, I imagine it must be some sort of Metal-liquid polymer alloy of some such.” he says sounding like the more scientist he’s known for, ” Probably with some crystalline grain substructure as well...that would account for its diamond hard outer shell, making it more heat resistant and space worthy.”
His further look upon it gives him reason to pause for the moment, a look of realization of what this could be used for also strikes his very old brain, ” Or even.... Time travel for that matter. It would be able to withstand enormous pressure; time streams wouldn’t even affect it. ” Warner has no idea what the man is ranting on about, but still listens as if oddly dressed man knows what he’s talking bout.
The General and Andrea watch him as he continues to look around at the ship, his eyes are wildly gazing at ever inch of the craft as he continues in his analysis. ” No seams on it, not even a door hatch...” He looks into the front damaged part; he sees the cockpit and the chairs the three aliens must have been in. The burned, torn apart front is the only exposure to the inside he can see. But there is more to the ship then just the front, the back looks like it could carrier a small cargo bay, at least that’s what he thinks anyhow.
" My men tried to use weld cutters on it, they couldn’t even get through, we’ve even tired hammers, special drills and yet nothing can even scratch its surface.” Warner informs the Doctor. Which seems to be no surprise to the Timelord, humans have the most limited ways of trying to gain access to something they don’t understand, which is why he doesn’t even bother to act surprised at the General’s comments.
Andrea is puzzled by its design, smooth as silk, angular and very tall if it was raised vertically. But its so sleek and well polished, she just couldn’t understand how anyone could make such a thing so well manufactured. She walks over to have a feel herself, when is she ever going to have the chance again to touch something so historic, and as she waves her hand along the backside where the doctor didn’t, a small red light begins to flash on the metal area she put her hand on. The blinking looks as if it’s within the metal itself, like a liquid display screen, flashing on and off. Andrea is shocked by it and alerts the Doctor to her accidental discovery.
" Doctor!! Look! “, She hollers. The Timelord rushes back to her at the back of the ship, and the General walks in as well to have a look. Studying the flash, he soon realizes what it must be. “Good work Andrea! I knew there must be an entry panel somewhere. Now then, lets open her up shall we? “, He says grinning to the both of them. As the Doctor presses on the button, the General screams at him for a moment of hesitation, ” Wait...Let’s not rush into this with out having some sort of armed unit here! ”
His barking is too late though, the red light turns a bright green after the Doctor touches it, and as if to appear out of nowhere, the a small door pops open and begins to decline down. On the door are built in metallic steps, which enter into the new opening they’ve found. As it completes its full swing down open, a whooshing sound is heard from the ship, perhaps the hydraulics settling after its completion.
The Doctor, pleased with the result, turns to Warner and Andrea with the look of his satisfaction. Andrea lets out a big toothy smile and says the one thing that comes to her mind, ” Oh, Cooool! ”
“Shall we have a peek? “, he says to her while she still has the amazed look on her face. She squeals and walks right behind him as he enters into the vessel. The General is weary of going in without some sort of armed guard, but his human curiosity drives him in with them. The Doctor stands within the ship, not moving only staring at what he sees. Andrea finally steps in with him and notices the big difference as well. The inside in massive, so massive that you’d swear it was inside another huge ship. Stretching for miles out from wall to wall, bottom to top, the scale is unbelievable. The General finally enters in and is not sure what he’s seeing, wasn’t this smaller on the outside? He thinks to himself.
Andrea stands beside the Doctor as they look at the rows and rows of open floors, with some sort of cryo-units placed all inside the walls of the ship.
" Uh...Doctor? Wasn’t this smaller on the outside? I mean...its almost like we’ve gone into your...you know...” she says to him like a frightened little mouse. The echoes of her voice reverberate right through the cold, metallic interior.
The Doctor just stares away at the walls, a chill in the air sends an icy warning within him that he’s seen this type of configuration before. ” Like the Tardis you mean, yes. I wasn’t aware another species in the universe had this type of technology, still...something troubles me about this...I’m sure I’ve seen something like this before...” his dead pan response puts him a thinking mode, looking at the walls that house ice covered storage containers, makes him curious about what’s inside. The General still gaping his mouth open as to the sheer size inside, looks beside him and sees an instrument panel with flashing lights and weird looking buttons. Almost ice covered themselves, he dares himself to tap on the console with caution. The Doctor hears him fiddling around with it and quickly turns to him. “Don’t Touch Anything!! My god man, you don’t know what you could be activating! “, He yells at him. The booming scream he gives bounces off the walls of the mammoth sized interior of the craft, the General doesn’t like his tone of voice and recoils like a scared kid. Not use to having someone yell at him for a change, he snaps back at the Doctor for an answer.
" What in the world is going on?! What is this thing? How can this be bigger on the inside? I want answers Man!! “, He yelps at the Timelord.
The Doctor walks over to one of the storage devices nearby, the grated metal floor covered in ice crunches below his feet with each step, he leans in to the frost covered container and wipes down at the glass that is clearly part of the chamber’s door. His eyes grow wide once he sees what’s behind it, and starts to breathe like a man in panic. Andrea and the General wonder what’s spooked him so, and walk over behind him as they both can clearly see what lurks behind the glass container.
Inside is a frozen face, of a similar creature now lying in their cold storage area inside the base. The Doctor looks at both of them and holds on to both of their shoulders as if he were faint with worry.
" We must destroy this vessel!! “, he says in a panic. The General angry at the very thought, wonders why they should even attempt such a stupid idea. ” Why?! What is it with you Boy? What are those things? ”
The Doctor looks up at the old fool and snarls at him with a breath of doom, ” They’re Cybermen!! ”
Back at the base building, the armed guard that was checking out the noise in the lab soon sees the cold storage door the aliens where in is starting to pop off, huge fist like impressions dent the thick door. With one final punch the door comes crashing down, as steam from the ice melting from rises up off of it. The guard scared of his wits, cocks his gun and readies himself for what is about to walk on out. The Cyberman slowly emerges from the cool vapor surrounding him, much like a demon out of a horrible dream. Its feet pound down on the ground as it walks, marching out like a stiff cyborg, the movements are somewhat quick and jerky. The guard totally now loses his mind, he opens fire on the marching machine hoping to kill it dead, the bullets bounce and ricochet off of its armor plating, causing less damage this time round. Backing up and still firing away at it, the soldier is pinned into a corner with no escape. The metallic zombie moves in on the panicking human, and brings its arms up ready to strangle him dead. The guard lets out a huge scream as it looks like his end is near.
A group of fellow officers come running down the hall after hearing the man’s scream, they rush over to the door and yell towards it. ” Jake?! Jake, you alright in there?! What’s Happening??!! “, The young friend screams. They burst into the room and see a very tall metal man, with his right hand crushing the throat of their fellow soldier buddy. The Cyberman has him up above his head, one hand holding him upward as the body now becomes lifeless within his grasp. The slivery menace then turns its head to see the other standing there in horror; it drops the dead human and now begins to march towards them. Unarmed, and totally afraid, they all scream as the alien creature now moves quickly on them, this time its movements are very fast. With no time to escape, the men all become victims to the beings awesome strength and brutality.
The Doctor and the others finally get out of the ship, and as they appear, Warner’s aide comes rushing over to tell him of what’s going on. ” Sir! Sir! There’s trouble in the main building!!! Shots are being fired and men are fleeing the building!! “, He screams out of breath. The General sneers in defiance, and starts to run over towards the hanger door that leads outside. ” Damnit all!! Fortify the positions!! Get me every man available!! Move people MOOOVE!!! “, He hollers at the aide and other soldiers waiting for him near the hanger exit. Andrea is confused about what’s going on and looks to the Doctor for some sort of explanation.
“What...what’s going on?! What does this mean?!!” saying to him with frightened panic in her voice.
The Doctor stand in shock, the look of pending doom on his face gives no sign of hope to his young companion, as he answers her in the most serious manner.
" The Cybermen have come, it’s an invasion force. If we don’t find a way to stop them...Earth is finished! ”
The screams coming inside the military building are widespread, General ” Ace ” Warner, the hard nosed old base commander, can’t help but hear the carnage that’s being done within the structure. He whips out his standard side pistol and runs for cover to a near by jeep, several other soldier are currently positioned them themselves, aiming their automatic weapons towards the sound. The night finally fallen, but with all the weapons fire, base lights on and the spotlights shinning on the building, it was bright enough to see what was happening.
" I thought you men killed that thing?!! “, he yelps at the two army men, who just happened to be the two guys that found the ship in the first place. Young private Gord Nash and Lieutenant Saul Red, the two responsible for shooting the Cyberman out at the crash site a few days ago, that now seems to have risen from the dead. They look at each other for some sort of explanation, but are just as baffled as their commander.
" He sure looked dead to us sir! “, Red says loudly over the screaming and weapons fire. The three of them get up from behind the jeep and start to fire they’re weapons at the building, just like the rest of the soldiers are doing in a flurry of action.
Inside the hanger, the Doctor and Andrea listen as the heated battle rages on. Andrea looks at the Doctor for some sort of plan of action for themselves, ” Tell me you have a plan? Some sort of bomb your keeping in storage again? Anything?! “, She begs of him. The Doctor thinks hard; he grabs a hold of her and runs towards the hanger’s exit. ” I may have something that might slow it down.... I’ve got to find the General first though. “, he says to her as they run for the opening.
Outside they scurry over to Warner and his men, they lean down to keep their heads away from the flying bullets whizzing around.
" General! I’ve got to get to my.... my blue box...“, he says to him, knowing that now is not the time to explain what it is, “.... I need an escort to go there! I might have something in there that would help! ”
The bullets and army men start to quiet down, the rampaging Cyberman seems to have cleared them all out of the building for now. The General has a chance to look at the Doctor to give his answer, ” You don’t need one.... we had your blue so-called police box brought here for inspection. It’s over there behind the hanger. ”
Indeed it was, like it was a regular phone booth, waiting in the dark back lot with a lone spotlight shining down on it. The Timelord smiled and thanked the General for bringing it. Warner just nodded to him and then quickly grabbed him before he bolts off to go to it.
" Tell me Doctor...just what the heck is that made of, my men have been trying for ours to get into it...its almost as indestructible as the ship.” he curiously asks the strange man he’s come to rely on for now. The Doctor leans over and withdraws an odd shaped key from his pocket, ” Yes, I’m sorry I forgot to tell your boys there about that. You need one of these to get in General; the rest is a trade secret. “, He jokingly remarks. He motions to Andrea to stay with the General and his men, while he goes round back to fetch something from the Tardis. Andrea nods and watches him tip toe out like a goofy idiot and then run like something was after him. He vanishes out of sight, as he finally reaches the corner around the hanger building.
Inside the now bullet riddled government building, the Cyberman continues his walk through the hallway. Its metal is still intact, but looks as though its been taking a heavy beating. One small thing drives this machine, complete it’s mission to reawaken the others on the vessel. It would be doing a lot more damage if it had one of its energy weapons, but unfortunately for him, those are all stored on the ship. For now, marching to the very death is all it can do, it will keep going till it reaches the ship and activates the others. When there was other times the Cybermen have attempted to invade earth, it had always been around the late 20th century era and he was always there to stop their evil plans. Roswell was the last place he’d expect to see them show up - now must make sure history isn’t harmed by their meddling.