Mishap

In the Tardis…

'Maybe sometime in the past will do me some good…' thought the Doctor. 'Say hello to Cardiff in 1992!'

"WHAT!!" the Doctor exclaimed as the Tardis stopped abruptly and landed on the Planet of Evil, on the edge of the helical galaxy. "Well this is weird, but it's so exciting!" the Doctor realized that he had been to this planet before, but the surroundings of the insides of the spaceship he's in does not seem familiar to him.

"The people of Carhestia welcomes you." the Doctor turns around as two half robot half human creatures come to greet him.

"Oh, thank you! I am the Doctor." The Doctor was taken by surprise, he wasn't expecting a welcome from anyone because of his last visit to the planet.

"Doctor, I, Carhestian 24, is ordered to take you to the commander of this ship. Now will you please follow me?"

"Gladly." The Doctor replied as he followed.

They walked through tunnels and pathways much complicated than mazes that even the Doctor is having a hard time remembering everything. At last they stopped in front of a huge metal, password coded door. The Doctor watched as Carhestian 24 stood in front of a screen and typed.

"ACCESS GRANTED" a mechanical voice sounded through from somewhere as the metal door opened.

The Doctor looked amusingly at everything. They had walked into a castle like room, decorated with medieval trinkets, tapestries, and antiques. In front of the Doctor sat an elderly man, human like but rigid. His facial expression betrayed nothing of his thinking. By his side two servants, taking care of his every need.

" I, Carhestian I, the commander of this ship, welcome you to our home. We have been expecting you Doctor. Care to have some refreshments?"

" Oh of course! If you don't mind. But you have been expecting me?"

Carhestian I motioned the servants to get some food and drinks.

" Oh yes, indeed. We have been expecting you, or rather, someone like you, a Doctor. We are in need of you. The main engine of our spaceship was greatly damaged. Even our best technicians could not fix it. I would like you to help us recover it after the refreshment. You will be rewarded greatly if you succeed!"

" I would be much obliged."

"You wouldn't mind me looking around would you?"

"No. Perhaps you can find some useful things to help fix the engine. Carhestian 90 will show you around."

Two servants brought cakes, fruits, and wine, and placed them on the long table.

" To the recovery of the main engine and the freedom of our people!" cheered the commander as he raised the glass.

" To the recovery of the main engine and the freedom of our people!" the Doctor repeated.

After the refreshments…

" Say what year is this spaceship built?"

"I am afraid i am not quite sure. The foundation is ancient, while most parts are quite new."

"Oh i see...Thank you for your information. Can i look around alone for a bit?"

" As you wish sir."

The Doctor wondered aimlessly around. He made a brief map of the place. The spaceship had 14 floors, each with 14 puzzle like corridors and 14 rooms. That was the most the Doctor could make out of this complex place. He was on the third floor when he became thoughtful. He spotted an old unrenovated part of the ship. It had reminded him of something, but he couldn't figure out what.

"The Commander would like to see now. Please follow me." said a Carhestian after finding the Doctor.

The Doctor followed the Carhestian through about a dozen puzzling corridors before stopped before the ruin of what might of been an engine before.

" The main engine is too severely damaged, I am afraid it will take me months or maybe years to repair it! I simply can't…" refused the Doctor after seeing the engine, " but, I could always repair the main damages, solve the most complicated problems, and let your technicians to finish it."

"I would much prefer it if you, yourself can fix it, but if you insist…maybe I can make an arrangement." replied the Commander.

"That would be great…Do you hear that noise? What's going on with my head? What…" the Doctor fell to the ground, his sentence unfinished.

To Be Continued