Quick Disclaimer: This is just a joke between me and my friend. If you somehow find this, know that it's a complete joke, and isn't meant to be good or anything.
The TARDIS was completely ruined. The Doctor had managed to get it upright, but not without the entire swimming pool leaking into the second library and the bedroom sector. In addition to the soaked inside, for once the Doctor had no idea where he was. He had felt the TARDIS fly away from Earth, but he had a concussion (a very difficult thing for a Time Lord to achieve), and couldn't remember what this planet was, where it was, or what inhabited it. All he remembered was that he was supposed to be somewhere on Earth, and that this definitely wasn't Earth.
Quickly stepping into the speed dryer, a recent addition to his TARDIS, the Doctor tried to remember what he was doing on Earth. He vaguely remembered a promise he had made, and that he had made it to a very important person. Shit. He didn't enjoy swearing, but after his 'thing' with Queen Elizabeth, he couldn't afford to upset another monarch.
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, gently closing the door behind him. "I won't be gone long, don't worry." He whispered, breathing deeply. That's weird. The air was almost the same as Earth, but seemed to be lacking in methane and krypton. Racking his brain, the Doctor could only remember two species that lived in such conditions. The D'ethir tribes, a peaceful race, known for using extremely old teleportation spells for navigation instead of spaceships. They were a nice race, one that he had met before, when he accidentally landed on their Kyori plantation. They'd been very annoyed at his until he disappeared into his TARDIS and came back out with at least three years' worth of Kyori.
The other possibility was that he had somehow made his way onto a Pikkalean ship. That would be unusual, because the planet sized spacecraft were normally shielded and cloaked. Maybe this one was in trouble? He would have to investigate. Walking around, he quickly came to notice the insect-like structures built around the small mountains that dotted the ship's surface. They were eerie and almost parasitic in nature. He felt as if he had seen them before, but he didn't think that they were dangerous to him, and he quickly forgot about them.
After about a mile of walking, he quickly realised that the shields must be broken, and they must be somewhere… different. He had never seen these constellations before, and he remembered every other constellation, even with his concussion. The sky was pitch black, which was extremely dangerous for Pikkalas. They were plant-based, and the shield system was always set to broad daylight so that they could constantly absorb the solar rays. For the sky to be dark, their main control system must've been taken over or destroyed. He needed to find a travel pipe to the system control, but he couldn't see any from his current position.
After ten more minutes of walking, the Doctor saw something up ahead. It looked to be the same design as the previous insect huts, but this one was much larger. With towering spires that reached up into the sky, and outreaching settlements that looked like roots, leeching the life out of this ship. Maybe this race was more dangerous than he thought? Inorens! That was the name of the insects. But they were harmless. He had never seen a colony even a fifth the size of this one. And they made their colonies out of clay 'shells', but this colony seemed to have stronger, rougher shells. As he approached, he realised that there was something wrong. He could see lights on everywhere, but there were no Inorens. In a city like this, there should be thousands, and the noise of them scuttling should be deafening. But he could see no movement. Maybe they were all dead, or maybe they were all in hiding.
The Doctor concentrated. He could hear a faint scuttling to his right, wait, no, behind him? He turned around to the face of a massive, undoubtedly female insectoid staring intently into his eyes.