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box. It was called - it was called theTARDIS!
Capture of theTARDIS, when and wherever encountered, was a top Sontaran priority. Sontaran time-travel
capability was extremely limited, based as it was on the osmic projector. With a machine like the TARDIS
the universe was theirs. They could go back in time and destroy the Rutan Host before it was spawned.
Commander Vrag saw immortality opening up before him. He had captured the TARDIS - and, presumably,
the Doctor as well. His place in the Sontaran Hall of Fame was assured.
'Which of you is the Doctor?' he snarled.
The two adult humanoids spoke together. 'I am.'
'Do not attempt to deceive me!'
The young male humanoid said,
'Believe it or not, it's true. They both are.'
Unable to deal with the problem, Vrag decided, in true Sontaran fashion, to ignore it.
'No matter. Here is what we will do -
Doctors! We shall all enter your TARDIS, and you will take me and my troops back to Sontara. There you will
be interrogated and we will discover who is who. Co-operate and your lives will be spared. Now move!"
The humanoids all stayed put.
Vrag's mind went back to the manual. Humanoids could often be influenced by indirect pressure applied
through their females and through their young.
'Move,' ordered Vrag again. 'Or I shall have the younger humanoids killed - the female first!'
Jabbing a thick finger at three of his troopers he barked, 'You, you and you, execution squad.'
Three troopers broke ranks and lined up before the female, raising their blasters.
'Firing party, take aim...'
The female glared at them, seemingly unafraid.
'All right, we'll go,' said the yellow-furred Doctor. 'Come on, all of you, there's nothing else for it.'
As the group began moving towards the blue box, Vrag noticed the silver form prone in the grass nearby.
'What is that?'
'Be careful,' said the yellow-furred Doctor. 'It's -'
The brown-furred Doctor cut across him. 'It's a servo-robot - vital to the operation of theTARDIS.'
'Why did he warn me to be careful?'
'It's an extremely complex piece of robotics,' said the brown-furred Doctor loftily. 'Far in advance of anything
on your planet.'
'Why doesn't it move?'
'It's in a dormant phase. You can easily rouse it.'
As he spoke he stared challengingly, not at Vrag but at the other Doctor.
Vrag sensed some kind of emotional undercurrent between the two of them, but he was too impatient to
bother himself about it. Instead he turned to the nearest trooper. 'Get that thing moving.'
The trooper moved over to the robot and booted it hard in the side. The robot rose in one smooth motion. It
extruded a sword from its right arm and sliced off the Sontaran trooper's head, which rolled away across the
grass.
The headless Sontaran stood for a moment, the stump of its obscenely thick neck gushing a stinking fluid,
and then fell to its knees.
The robot surveyed its astonished enemies for a moment, blurred and apparently vanished.
It reappeared on the far side of the group. Its arm swept down and a metal javelin pierced the probic vent of
another trooper, killing him outright...
***
'Back to the TARDIS!' shouted the Fifth Doctor, starting to run. The Doctor, Tegan andTurlough followed him .
Without hesitation. The Fifth Doctor opened the door and ushered Tegan and Turlough inside, then turned to
his other self. 'Are you coming?'
The Doctor said, 'Just a moment. There's no hurry, not now'
He was watching the battle between the Raston Warrior Robot and the commando squad of Sontarans. It
was not unlike the battle with the Cybermen his other self had witnessed in the Death Zone. But the present
reality was far more ghastly than that memory. Perhaps it was because the Sontarans, for all their squat,
troll-like shape, were somehow more human. They were creatures of flesh and blood, and they were being
butchered.
The Raston Warrior Robot was everywhere at once. Sometimes it flashed from point to point on the perimeter
of the group, bringing down trooper after trooper with its deadly projectiles. At other times it was suddenly in
their midst, lopping off arms and legs, and shearing heads from bodies with its sword blade.
The Sontaran troopers fired their blasters wildly, but the Robot was never in one place long enough to form
any sort of target. In the swirling confusion of the battle, they succeeded only in killing each other.
It was over at last - or almost. Only Vrag was left on his feet. Five javelins had pierced his body, and his
shoulder was bleeding from a sword slash, but he refused to die.
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box. It was called - it was called theTARDIS!
Capture of theTARDIS, when and wherever encountered, was a top Sontaran priority. Sontaran time-travel
capability was extremely limited, based as it was on the osmic projector. With a machine like the TARDIS
the universe was theirs. They could go back in time and destroy the Rutan Host before it was spawned.
Commander Vrag saw immortality opening up before him. He had captured the TARDIS - and, presumably,
the Doctor as well. His place in the Sontaran Hall of Fame was assured.
'Which of you is the Doctor?' he snarled.
The two adult humanoids spoke together. 'I am.'
'Do not attempt to deceive me!'
The young male humanoid said,
'Believe it or not, it's true. They both are.'
Unable to deal with the problem, Vrag decided, in true Sontaran fashion, to ignore it.
'No matter. Here is what we will do -
Doctors! We shall all enter your TARDIS, and you will take me and my troops back to Sontara. There you will
be interrogated and we will discover who is who. Co-operate and your lives will be spared. Now move!"
The humanoids all stayed put.
Vrag's mind went back to the manual. Humanoids could often be influenced by indirect pressure applied
through their females and through their young.
'Move,' ordered Vrag again. 'Or I shall have the younger humanoids killed - the female first!'
Jabbing a thick finger at three of his troopers he barked, 'You, you and you, execution squad.'
Three troopers broke ranks and lined up before the female, raising their blasters.
'Firing party, take aim...'
The female glared at them, seemingly unafraid.
'All right, we'll go,' said the yellow-furred Doctor. 'Come on, all of you, there's nothing else for it.'
As the group began moving towards the blue box, Vrag noticed the silver form prone in the grass nearby.
'What is that?'
'Be careful,' said the yellow-furred Doctor. 'It's -'
The brown-furred Doctor cut across him. 'It's a servo-robot - vital to the operation of theTARDIS.'
'Why did he warn me to be careful?'
'It's an extremely complex piece of robotics,' said the brown-furred Doctor loftily. 'Far in advance of anything
on your planet.'
'Why doesn't it move?'
'It's in a dormant phase. You can easily rouse it.'
As he spoke he stared challengingly, not at Vrag but at the other Doctor.
Vrag sensed some kind of emotional undercurrent between the two of them, but he was too impatient to
bother himself about it. Instead he turned to the nearest trooper. 'Get that thing moving.'
The trooper moved over to the robot and booted it hard in the side. The robot rose in one smooth motion. It
extruded a sword from its right arm and sliced off the Sontaran trooper's head, which rolled away across the
grass.
The headless Sontaran stood for a moment, the stump of its obscenely thick neck gushing a stinking fluid,
and then fell to its knees.
The robot surveyed its astonished enemies for a moment, blurred and apparently vanished.
It reappeared on the far side of the group. Its arm swept down and a metal javelin pierced the probic vent of
another trooper, killing him outright...
***
'Back to the TARDIS!' shouted the Fifth Doctor, starting to run. The Doctor, Tegan andTurlough followed him .
Without hesitation. The Fifth Doctor opened the door and ushered Tegan and Turlough inside, then turned to
his other self. 'Are you coming?'
The Doctor said, 'Just a moment. There's no hurry, not now'
He was watching the battle between the Raston Warrior Robot and the commando squad of Sontarans. It
was not unlike the battle with the Cybermen his other self had witnessed in the Death Zone. But the present
reality was far more ghastly than that memory. Perhaps it was because the Sontarans, for all their squat,
troll-like shape, were somehow more human. They were creatures of flesh and blood, and they were being
butchered.
The Raston Warrior Robot was everywhere at once. Sometimes it flashed from point to point on the perimeter
of the group, bringing down trooper after trooper with its deadly projectiles. At other times it was suddenly in
their midst, lopping off arms and legs, and shearing heads from bodies with its sword blade.
The Sontaran troopers fired their blasters wildly, but the Robot was never in one place long enough to form
any sort of target. In the swirling confusion of the battle, they succeeded only in killing each other.
It was over at last - or almost. Only Vrag was left on his feet. Five javelins had pierced his body, and his
shoulder was bleeding from a sword slash, but he refused to die.
The Raston Warrior Robot appeared beside his swaying form. It drew its sword arm back for the final stroke - [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]