This is a redo of a story I started before a whiles back, but I lost the info for that account so I've restarted it.
The landscape was an arid desert. The pale sand formed great dunes, although in the distance there was flat looking land where the sand had hardened into a great plane, cracks spread across the surface like a spider's web. Very few plants were growing and other than the wind blowing sand around nothing moved.
The sounds of the TARDIS pierced the air out of nowhere as the blue box began to appear on top a tall dune. The doors flew open and voice came out of the box,
"Say hello to the year of 2036 Clara!"
A woman's head appeared in the doorway, followed by the rest of her, as she stepped outside.
"Errrm… Doctor? We may be in 2036, but where are we?"
"America! Land of the free and all that jazz. I thought Florida would be good. Get some rays of sun. Maybe get a tan even!"
"Getting that tan might be easier than you think you know."
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS looking around and sighing.
"I'm positive I set the co-ordinates correctly. It's never gone wrong before."
"It always goes wrong. But it's more exciting that way." Clara replied with a grin spreading across her face.
As they surveyed the landscape, they noticed dark shapes in the distance seeming to slowly crawl across the land. They stood in silence as they grew larger and larger until they began to approach the blue box and its party.
The shapes turned out to be some kind of military unit. There were four of them altogether. Their heads were covered by a full head helmet of a dark grey, with a reflective visor over the eyes. Over their body was what seemed like knights armour. They wore big plates of some metal that smoothly slotted together offering seamless motion yet full protection. The metallic substance blended well with the helmet, making the suit seem like one object.
A visor slid up into the top of the helmet and a man's face was in the gap. He looked weathered, with blue eyes and a little dark stubble visible. His voice added to his weathered look by being rough.
"State your name and purpose!"
"Name… Name… John! John Titor!" The Doctor said with a wave of his hand.
"Don't you usually go for Smith?" Clara responded quietly.
"A change is always good. John is standard. Lots of great people have the name John. There's John Keats, John Lennon, he was really interesting you know. There's also John DeLorean. Great one that name. You have a film about him or something to do with him somewhere I think."
"What is your purpose Mr Titor?" The rough voice said again.
"Purpose… well… we don't really have one. Get a tan? No that won't be acceptable. No idea. We have no purpose!"
"Then you're coming with us so we can detail you. Now start moving or we'll get violent."