Title: White flame
Summary: The Doctor and Rose visit Earth in 2999 but find that someone is out for revenge on the sugarcane factories. TenWolf
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Prologue: Cindra and Golia
Golia worked hard in the field of sugarcane. It was his life. In the heat of the African plains, he slogged, knowing he wasn't doing enough. The Sugar Corporacy wouldn't be happy. He might be ended, like the others. He suppressed a shudder, pushing himself harder into his work, slashing down the sugarcane.
He heard the telltale thud of the Oppressor's boots as he stopped through the aisles of sugarcane towards the man. Inhaling the smell of dust and sugar that permanently suffused the air, he worked harder, pounding with all his might, sweat coating his bare black back.
"You. Golia!" the rapt order came from behind. He stopped, turning slowly. The huge form of the Oppressor loomed over him, the disgusting mingled smell of cheap aftershave, sweat and dry rot emanated from him. He wore white; even an oppressor couldn't wear black in this heat. his head was hidden, and he carried a whip in one arm. Golia felt the stinging lash of the nail-studded end as the Oppressor rapped angry orders at him. No food for two days for substantial work. No sleep, all-night work. Only one half-cup of water a day instead of two.
From further down the field, the activity stopped as everyone was passed their first cup of two of water. Cindra took hers, thanking the guard, who moved on with a grunt. She swallowed the warm water, glad for the respite on her dusty throat. In the distance the large wooden building, the Corporacy's, stood. She was surprised it was still there, not replaced with the angular metal structures that were all the rage nowadays. Wood was old, and Global Warming was still a huge threat.
She saw as Golia continued working without water, deep slashes in his back showing he had been whipped. She then turned, insides burning in anger at the unfairness. This small island, known as Smoaline, drifted away only a few years ago. No one knew why, but in an earthquake, it split away and was literally pulled away by the force of the waves. She could just see the African mainland in the distance.
She sighed, draining the last few drops and handing back the metal mug. She returned to work, hacking away at the huge sugarcane in front of her. She dreamed of the old ways as she worked, when she was young, before she was taken here by god knows who. She hated the corporacy in every way and thought to herself, One day they will pay for this!