By the fifty-first century, humans had spread out across the universe claiming new planets of their own. They had built a massive empire that spanned many systems and caused the rest of the species to take notice. The human race was no longer just a few billion people living on a small blue planet in an insignificant part of the galaxy. The Doctor had known for awhile now that they would be at the end of the universe but now others were also taking notice that the human race was one not to be messed with. That they would survive and fight on no matter how many times they were pushed back. They now interacted, traded, and helped other species. For the most part, the humans learned to live peacefully with the others. Just like any other race though, there were a few who rebelled.
For those who were rebellious many prison colonies were set up. Some of them were small, taking up a portion of the moon or an island on the planet the humans had claimed. The men and women were often separated but on more then one occasion they were put into the same prison. Those prisons turned into colonies of their own, where the children on them grew up living a life of fear. Some of the worse killers the worlds had ever seen emerged from those colonies. Still all of them were better than the prison colony Hades. Named for the Greek god of the dead, Hades was where the worst male criminals were sent and forgotten. While in the other colonies it was possible to return to a normal life when your sentence was complete, no one ever left Hades.
The Doctor felt that it may have been a compliant when he was dropped off on the destitute planet after the Shadow Proclamation finally caught up with him. He had been on the run from them ever since he refused to take them into war against the Daleks when the Earth had gone missing. It was his own crimes against the universe and time though that landed him in Prison. He had become too cocky and felt that he was the Time Lord Victorious. He had ruined a woman's legacy, changed history and brought down kings just because he could. Now here he was on a small planet on the outskirts of a large solar system. The planet had an artificial atmosphere that kept its inhabitants alive but did little to sustain their lives. The sunlight did little to warm the planet and the simple prison clothes of brown slacks and a brown shirt did little to protect the prisoners. Most of them died within their first month on the planet, but the Doctor was determined not to be a statistic. He would get off this planet and back to his TARDIS. He just didn't know how.
Looking out over the dark planet he saw no one. There were no bushes, no trees, not even the cry of an animal to let him know that he wasn't alone on the planet. In the distance, there were small hills that stood out against the landscape. It was times like this that he wished he had his sonic, but that too had been taken from him. His sonic though could have told him whether or not there were people in the distance and if he needed to take shelter from a storm. He had to make a decision quickly though. Standing here at the drop site was not the best solution. Here he was out in the open and exposed, he couldn't stop someone from attacking him. If he was going to survive long enough to escape the first thing he needed to do was find shelter.
He didn't want to head towards the hills because he was sure that is where the other prisoners would have headed. He had to be weary of them as not everyone who was placed on this planet were just killers. Some of them had used their intelligence to build devices that destroyed entire cities. They too would know how to survive. He took a deep breath, regretting it immediately as the cold air filled his lungs. It was low in oxygen and made him feel dizzy for a moment. He was going to have to remember to breathe normally if he was going to live. Adding that to his list, he cautiously began to make his way towards the hills.
It seemed that he had walked for hours before he finally got close enough to see the hills clearly. He was right to be weary because as he got closer he could see that the hills were in fact inhabitated. The hills were filled with men, moving about living their lives in this bleak environment. He ducked down observing them, trying to get a count of just how many men were out there. He counted at least fifty of them moving around and going into caves that dotted the hills. Some of the caves had makeshift doors on them protecting its owner from the environment. What surprised him more though was that other caves had bars on them. The prisoners were keeping their own prisoners in those caves. They even had guards on the doors to stop them from escaping.
As he observed, he saw one of the men motion to the other. The man pointed to his eyes and then pointed to the landscape. The Doctor's eyes went wide as he realized that the man was staring right at him. Standing up quickly he raised his hands and moved closer to the camp.
"I mean you no harm," He called out as he approached. The men grabbed makeshift spears and came towards him. He stood his ground though. He had faced Daleks, cybermen and things people only saw in their dreams. He wasn't afraid of a few men with spears. He kept his hands raised as they encircled him. They spoke to each other in a language that he didn't understand and he didn't have the TARDIS to translate for him. He frowned at them. "I'm so.." Was all he got out before a fist hit him squarely in the jaw.
"Prisoners do not speak," The man stated. He hit the Doctor again and his world went black.