Lieutenant Adventures Series 11 Debut Chapter 1 1 July 2017. Start up.
Previously: Stage 4. He limped over to the Master Lever and pulled it. The Lieutenant crawled painfully out of it and stood up.
The Cloister Bell rang.
Rhonda Ruiz, 40 years old, a soldier. She fell in love with a cybernetic dog from the stars.
Chico, 737 years old, a cybernetic dog.
She groaned again and then was silent. The TARDIS groaned then rocketed out of the Time Vortex and down to Earth. The Cloister Bell began to ring and sparks flew from the console.
"Oh my, that hurts."
"We will visit Gallifrey for this and we will kill the Time Lord responsible," he vowed.
The Lieutenant was walking around the ship, putting on a fake smile to all he saw.
The chef looked up.
"Yes," said the Lieutenant.
They had just tied the knot.
Lieutenant Adventures Series 11.
Flavia sat in her office, looking out of the window. She had watched the spaceship enter Gallifrey's atmosphere and she was quite concerned. Gallifrey couldn't go to war again. The Lord President had got them into this mess.
"Oracle," she called.
The Oracle came in. "Flavia," he said.
"Have you been keeping an eye on the Lord President?" asked Flavia.
"Yes," said the Oracle.
"OK, there was the business with the crabs, what's happened now?" asked Flavia.
"He killed a number of horses and a number of crew on a spaceship," said the Oracle.
"And the Space Crabs have entered our atmosphere, they will almost certainly kill us for the deaths of their earthly brothers and sisters. That settle it. I am taking action. Pull him down," said Flavia.
"Flavia," nodded the Oracle and he left right away to the room which controls all TARDISes.
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Inside the TARDIS, the flight patterns changed from cruise to landing.
The Lieutenant looked up suddenly at the walls of the TARDIS. "What's happening? Oh, no, no, they can't do this," he said.
The TARDIS, all too willingly, materialised in a dungeon and powered down.
The Lieutenant smashed his hands against the console unit and yelled, "No!"
"That hurt," said the TARDIS.
"Oh, shut up, you're the one that brought us here," said the Lieutenant.
"No, actually, it was that handsome son of yours," said the TARDIS.
"Oh, of course it was, why isn't that a surprise?" he sighed and went towards the door before slowly turning back to the console unit. "You didn't fight back, just something to think about, I expect we'll be here for a while," he sighed angrily and walked out of the TARDIS.
The TARDIS locked her doors in a sort of "Take that!" style.
The Lieutenant looked over his shouler at the TARDIS. "Fine, you pout," he said.
The room was small to medium sized, had a low down stone shelf with a pillow for a bed, a wooden bucket of water for a sink and a hole in the floor for a toilet. There were no windows, the only way in and out was a barred metal door.
The Oracle appeared at the barred metal door.
The Lieutenant looked around, not noticing the Oracle. "Well, he's put me in a cell. I'm surprised it took him that long," he said.
"There is no escape, Lord President," said the Oracle. "We have disabled all time travelling devices you may own. I have the keys to your cell. It looks like your TARDIS is helping us and has locked you out. She stays in there with you also." He stepped back from the door so that if the Lieutenant tried anything, he couldn't reach him. "I'm sorry it has come to this, sir. Flavia will be with you shortly," he said. "Have you anything to say for yourself?"
The Lieutenant spun round when he heard the Oracle. "Oh, don't be sorry about doing this, I am impressed you were able to." He put his hand through the bars, extending it towards the Oracle.
The Oracle looked at the hand of his father and laughed. "The hand of a murderer." He batted it away. "Get your hand away from me," he snarled.
The Lieutenant sighed. "All I wanted to do was shake my son's hand, do you think I can kill by touch now? I may be powerful but I'm not that strong," he said.
"I don't trust you. You could end my current life and I like it very much, thank you, much better than my first one, but I wouldn't care, if it stopped someone like you. What made you like this? Who are you anymore?" asked the Oracle.
"Enough," said a female voice behind him. Flavia had arrived.
The Lieutenant sighed and looked at her. "Hello, Flavia," he said.
"The Space Crabs are here, they tell me you killed all their earthly brothers and sisters and, sir, not only that, you killed horses and people. This is unacceptable. Cuff him, Oracle," said Flavia.
The Oracle cuffed the Lieutenant through the bars, cuffing his hands behind his back, then opened the door and pulled him out.
The Lieutenant didn't resist at all. "Well, I didn't kill all of the crabs, a lot of them escaped. The horses and people, yeah, that was me," he said.
"Unacceptable. Oracle, follow me, we're bringing him to the President's chamber," said Flavia.
The Lieutenant smiled. "So, who is the President now then," he asked.
The Oracle led the Lieutenant, still cuffed, after Flavia. "You are, sir, but you won't be much longer," he hissed. They arrived at the President's chamber. The stands were filled up with lots and lots of people to see their Lord President.
The Lieutenant smirked, walking with them. "So, if I'm still the President," he walked into the chamber and saw all the people, "these are traitors! They're trying to overthrow me! I am your Lord President! Help me! he exclaimed.
The crowed booed and hissed and chucked their rubbish at him.
The Lieutenant laughed and shrugged. "Well, it was worth a try," he said.
"Excuse me, who told you to do that?!" shrieked Flavia. "He is still our Lord President."
The Lieutenant slowly turned to look at her and smiled slightly. "Can you take the cuffs off, please?" he asked.
The crowd booed and hissed and chucked their rubbish at her.
The Lieutenant looked back them, growled slightly and rolled his eyes.
Flavia nodded to the Oracle.
The Lieutenant moved his hands so that he could take the cuffs off.
The Oracle dragged the Lieutenant up to the stage and, once up there, put sellotape over his mouth. "Nice try," he said.
The Lieutenant sighed and rolled his eyes, saying something but it was muffled by the sellotape.
"You weren't asked to speak," growled the Oracle.
"Neither were you," said Flavia.
The Lieutenant laughed slightly but it was muffled, however, it was still audible.
Flavia spoke. "This is the man who killed all the killed all the crabs at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean!" she exclaimed and got a roar of agreement from the crowd. "This is the man that killed five innocent horses!" Another agreeing roar. "This is the man that killed innocent Human Beings! Who is to say he hasn't killed innocent Time Lords?" Another agreeing roar. "This is the man that stood for you as your Lord President! NO! DON'T THROW ANYTHING AT HIM!"
"It's the least he deserves," someone shouted.
The Lieutenant, again, tried to say something but couldn't so just sighed.
Flavia went up to the stage and stood beside the Lieutenant. "All in favour of demoting the Lord President, say aye. Aye," said Flavia.
"Aye," said the Oracle.
"Aye," roared the crowd.
The Lieutenant looked at her and rolled his eyes and a muffled noise came from him.
Flavia nodded to the Oracle.
The Oracle dragged the Lieutenant down from the stage. Then there was a sort of red haze around the Lieutenant that lasted about two minutes.
When the haze around the Lieutenant faded, Flavia moved to the centre of the stage. "Who of you would accept me as your Lady President?" A shout rose up. "No, no, I can't hear you," said Flavia, "I said, WHO OF YOU WOULD ACCEPT ME AS YOUR LADY PRESIDENT?!" A roar rose up. "That's better," said Flavia. Then a red haze appeared around her and lasted two minutes. "Take him away," said the new Lady President when the haze faded.
The Oracle dragged the Lieutenant out of the chamber and ripped the sellotape off his mouth.
The Lieutenant groaned and opened his mouth a few times. "Thank you for that. Cuffs?" he asked.
"Not yet," growled the Oracle. He dragged him back to his cell and threw him in, however, he didn't shut the door. He stood glaring at the Lieutenant, his eyes flaring. "The Lady President will be with you in a moment," he growled.
The Lieutenant groaned softly, falling to the floor. "Ouch," he said angrily as he sat against the wall. "Oh, yeah, the Lady President. Send her in!" he exclaimed.
Flavia appeared at the door. She looked down at the former Lord President and shook her head. She walked into the cell and stood facing him.
The Lieutenant looked up at her and bowed slightly. "Lady President," he said.
"I am, yes, I am Lady President now," said Flavia sternly. "I do have power right now to exile you from Gallifrey but I won't. I won't because I think the Lieutenant I used to know is still in there. I don't know whether regeneration did this alone or whether you just became evil. If regeneration did this, I doubt my Lieutenant is still in there. The Space Crabs are here. They vowed to kill the Time Lord responsible for killing their earthly brothers and sisters. I have power to execute you know if I want to but I won't. I won't because I don't think your offenses are that bad yet. I have power to trigger your next regeneration and I have power to shape the outcome of your next regeneration but I won't do that either. I won't because I feel you need to do a bit more to earn that yet. I will not be popular for my decisions, Lieutenant, this is all your fault!" cried Flavia.
The Lieutenant sighed and slowly stood up, looking at her in the eyes. "You didn't have to do any of this. You could have left my to myself, I would never have bothered you, the Time Lords of Gallifrey. But you intervened. If you'd have left me alone then the Time Lords would never have known and you wouldn't be in this position. You could've let the crabs hunt me because they would never have found me but now you've left them right to me. You'd may as well kill me yourself. Trust me, you will be popular if you make the right decision. But you've got to decide what is right," he sighed. He sat back down. "When are you going to hand me over to them?"
"Stop right there. I am not to blame for your crimes. Clearly, Gallifrey didn't want that for a President. I have commissioned the Iron Demon to spy on you and the Oracle and I will be keeping a close eye on you also. However, we cannot forget that you were the Lord President and a great one you were before you regenerated too. As an act of gratitude, the oracle and I have, secretly, picked out a Human to be your companion. She has had a rough life, her husband is a drunk. She was bullied at school over her surname and she keeps the name now as she hates her husband. We have her in a cell, we will deliver her to you soon. Don't worry, she is evil too, that's why she must be kept a secret," said Flavia with a slight smile, then she was stern again. "Stand up," she commanded.
The Lieutenant looked up at her. "You'd give me a companion? You'd give me someone who's just as evil and probably as crazy as me? Why? What in your head is broken that makes you think it's a good idea? But she's already here on Gallifrey. I guess you've got no choice but to do it now." He slowly stood up and noticed her smile. He winked at her. "Can the cuffs come off now?" he asked.
Flavia took the cuffs off and threw them to the Oracle who caught them and put them away.
The Lieutenant sighed softly and gently rubbed his wrists. "Thank you," he said.
Flavia nodded to the Oracle who disappeared around the corner.
The Lieutenant watched them, waiting.
The Oracle came back with a girl.
"About time," said the girl. "Is that him? I thought he'd be taller."
The Lieutenant scoffed. "I thought you'd be uglier," he said.
"Lieutenant, this is Penelope Pratt," said Flavia. "Penelope, this is the Lieutenant."
"Penelope," he said to himself, looking at her. "Where have I heard that name before...?" he muttered.
"You know her?" asked Flavia.
The Lieutenant gave her an angry look. "Ssh," he said to her.
"Now, Lieutenant, you have your companion, you have your TARDIS, I have asked her to let you back in but, remember, you are warned. I also have power to disable your regenerations and I will do so if I feel you should die. Am I clear?" asked Flavia.
"Blah blah blah," said the Lieutenant, walking past her. "Come on, then, Penelope, let's go," he said, walking towards the TARDIS.
"Yeah, whatever," she said, following him.
Once they were in the TARDIS it dematerialised very reluctantly.
The Lieutenant smiled, sitting down in the console room. "Thank you, girl," he said.
Flavia couldn't help smiling at the dematerialising TARDIS. "She really hates him now. Her beaviour amuses me. I'm proud of her," she said, then her and the Oracle went to the TARDIS station and picked out one of them. "Bring in the Iron Demon," said Flavia.
The Oracle went. He came back with the Iron Demon.
Flavia looked at the spy. "This is your TARDIS now. Use her well. Break the circuit if you like. Good luck, don't fail us," she said.
"Type?" asked the Iron Demon.
"Seventy," said Flavia.
The Iron Demon bowed for Flavia. "Lady President," he said, then he straightened up, went into the TARDIS and dematerialised it.
Flavia smiled. "He won't fail us," she said.
Inside the TARDIS, the Iron Demon examined everything. He did break the circuit to a degree but not completely.
Inside the TARDIS, Penelope looked around the Lieutenant's TARDIS. "I didn't expect that, I could have sworn it was tiny on the outside," she said.
The Lieutenant laughed and shook his head. "Don't do that, please, just accept the fact that it's bigger on the inside," he said.
"It really is then. Even better," she laughed.
The Lieutenant sighed. "Why is that better?" he asked.
"More space in case you want to lengthen out," said Penelope
NEXT TIME:
Penelope Pratt was 43 years old. She did work well with the Lieutenant but she did irritate him too.
He decided that Penelope was a touching gift from the High Council but, also, that he didn't just randomly give trust to a stranger.
He pulled the Master Lever.
The Lieutenant
Thomas Stevens
Penelope Pratt
Gemma Arterton
The Iron Demon
Patrick Lyons
The Oracle
Alex Rodriguez
Flavia
Oprah Winfrey
With special thanks to the BBC, FanFiction and YouTube.
Writer and Director
Liam Hickey
Producer
Maureen Farr
Fflat 2017.