Authors Note: Here for your reading pleasure is my first attempt at a Doctor Who fanfic. I just recently started watching the new series and don't have much of a background in the old ones. So super fans, bare with me, and just enjoy. I'm also a silly American so I may not have "u's" in words like color, and I may uses miles instead of kilometers. So, deal with it ;-)
PS: I don't own Doctor Who, David Tennant, Freema Agyeman, the TARDIS or any other actual characters who appear on the show. So don't sue me.
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The Prophecy of the Blue Star
The soft glow of the TARDIS illuminated the control room, pulsating slower and slower as they materialized at their next destination. Martha grinned at the Doctor unabashedly, a grin that he returned ten fold. Her excitement and wonder filled the TARDIS as much as she glowing green lights.
"So, where are we then?" She asked barely containing the excitement from her voice. "The past? Present? Future?"
He turned back to the control panel and punched a few keys, "Dullorian". He replied as the screen captured he his attention.
"Dullorian, what's that? Another planet? A space station? A ship in the middle of the Atlantic in the year 1766?" He turned back to her at the barrage of questions a smirk playing on his lips, he was smiling a little more lately. Martha usually found it charming, but right now it was infuriating. "What?"
"Martha Jones, so full of questions. You almost sound like a professional traveler nowadays." Then he shook his head and murmured as he finished toying with the controls, "One, trip I said."
"What was that?" She asked as she pulled on her sleek red leather coat.
"Nothing." He said a little too quickly. The Doctor pulled one more lever and quickly turned for his brown trench coat donning it with a flourish of fabric. "Here we are! Dullorian, twelfth planet of the Elliunion system." Martha joined him at the door of the TARDIS as he swung it open and continued his narrative as she passed, "Populated by the Ellian, a group of aliens originally from the Moullune sector…" His words were ignored by her as she stepped out into the sunshine, a great amount of sunshine. Martha glanced up to the heavens, shielding her eyes.
"Two suns." She whispered to herself, unknowingly cutting the Doctor off. He stood next to her with his hands in his pocket as he glanced up for a moment.
"Funny." His voice sounding puzzled. "I don't remember Dullorian having two suns."
Martha glanced at his lean face, waiting for him to elaborate, as he surely would. He took an extra moment to take in his surroundings, the grass was a sea of swirling blue and green, in the distance to the left purple mountains rose from the horizon. To the right and ahead of her she saw a thick forest that seemed to reach right into space. "Or blue grass. What kind of a planet has blue grass?" He ran his long fingers through his barely kept hair.
"Not Dullorian apparently." Martha murmured.
"No, not Dullorian at all." He murmured more to himself than her, before he began to walk again. His long strides putting quiet a distance between them before Martha snapped to reality and jogged after him.
When she was next to him again she said. "It's beautiful, at least."
"So it is." His mind was already wrapped up in the mystery of where they had landed. All the settings had been adjusted just last week, maybe he miscalculated.
"If you don't have any idea where we are, why don't we just get back in the TARDIS and go somewhere else?" She asked, not really wanting to leave this strange new planet.
"Well for a number of reasons really. First, I'm not aren't sure if we are in the past or the future. I'd set the TARDIS for another planet about 2300 years in your future. This could have been caused by anything, the pylon diffuser, navigational systems, time-warp capacitor. If we just get back in the TARDIS and start pushing buttons, that won't get us anywhere, except somewhere where we won't know where we are. Which is here. It's best to figure out just how much we're off by, then I can make the necessary readjustments.
"And secondly, where would be the fun in just popping up somewhere else? Let' just wait and see what the two-sunned blue-green grass planet of the past or future gives us first.
"This will be much more interesting than Dullorian. And the Elliunion system well it's not all it's cracked up to be- Nah I think they went out with-" Whatever he was about to say was cut off by a high pitched animal like screech that cut through the warm summer afternoon. Coming from the forest which seemed a lot closer than it had when they'd first spotted it from outside the TARDIS. But the screech had her attention and she refused to look back for the blue box as a point of reference.
"Oi, come on now. It's just the natives."
"Yeah well, the natives sound big, really big. And they don't sound friendly at all." As if to emphasize her point the creature roared again, forcing both of them to whip their heads forward toward the wooded area in front of them.
"Doctor…?" He wasn't listening to her, there was something else a thundering hum from the soil beneath their feet. Like some thing, a group of some things, running from behind them, and it was getting louder. The Doctor turned back toward the TARDIS which now hidden from view in fact it had been surrounded.
A dozen armor-clad creatures with long sleek spiked tails curved down the hump of the reptilian beasts the rode. Their blackened armor covered their bodies and sported vile looking spikes just above their knees, on the backs of their arms, and on the cheeks of their helmets. They sat high and tall on the Iguana-esc beasts whose scales shimmered hues of black, teal and violet; several of the soldiers had surrounded the TARDIS and some were dismounting it for a closer view.
The Doctor was already running his way back towards the TARDIS, which seemed impossibly far away for the short time they'd been walking. Now he was running, and Martha was quick on his heels but then there was an explosion just outside of the trees which produced a bright blue light before causing a sonic blast which threw the Doctor and his companion several feet back before landing sorely on their bums.
That seemed to distract the armor clad aliens from the mysterious blue box. Far from the trees behind them came a war cry so fierce Martha's nails dug into the thickness of his coat. Everything was happening so fast she couldn't keep up.
A swarm of green and brown clad warriors broke from the cover of the forest. Young and old, men and women wearing rough leather like armor, maybe seven in all. Two of them were riding fierce cat like creatures the size of horses with soft white fur and a blackened mask like a raccoon. They had taken point as the newest fighters and headed toward the swarm of black. Amazingly enough, the runners seem to keep up with the cats.
As they got closer the fierce looking warriors began to mount up, forgetting the TARDIS altogether
as their companions took off to do battle. Two had stayed back guarding the mysterious ship.
"What are those things? Do you recognize them?" Martha asked hoping he has some clue as to where they were, and how they could get back to the TARDIS.
"Never seen them before. Either of them." He looked around, looking for the best way to protect them and stay out of the battle that had just erupted.
"Martha, go to the woods." The Doctor said on his feet pushing her back toward the only relative safety.
"But that thing-"
"It safer, go to the woods!"
"What about you?"
The thundering got louder. Over the Doctor's shoulder she saw four of the lizard creatures carrying their foes in their direction. A loud bang followed by a distinctive pop drew his attention back to the direction which Martha had been looking. A vibrant blue light consumed the TARDIS, one of its guards appeared to be dead, the second was gaining on the four already advancing. Turning back to her, his brown eyes burning with intensity "RUN!" he screamed. She did.
He turned back toward the four oncoming warriors as they got closer. Close enough so he could see their uncovered jaws, which seemed to just out too far from their masks. Their skin, from the bits he could see, was slick and deep purple cris-crossed with deep blue veins. They'd unsheathed their swords and bore down on him.
Okay, warrior maniacs first, TARDIS second, he thought preparing himself for battle no weapons.
A white blur flew across his peripheral vision and landed on one of the advancing riders, the two beasts tumbled in a swirl of black scales and white fur. The three remaining riders advanced, riding their beasts even harder.
The second beast landed in front of him. "Get on!" yelled a yellow tined cream skinned alien who lowered his hand and tail toward the Doctor. The tail gripped his right hand, the other's hand taking the Doctor's wrist and heaved him up to the back of the great cat.
"Thanks for the lift. Uh, my friend?" The Doctor paused looking in the direction he'd sent Martha. She was well on her way.
"We'll get her, she's almost to the barrier." Came a gruff reply. He, for surely he was a male of this species, tucked his forearm into a cylinder hanging from the saddle. It grasped onto his arm and he lifted it toward the too closer for comfort warriors. A green blast fired from the man's arm device it hit one of the riders. Both he and the reptile fell to the ground with a thud.
Now two remained. The remaining warrior from the original 4 stood up on his saddle, as the cat took a defensive position. The Doctor found himself sliding toward the saddle and pressing up against the warrior. "Hang on, it's goin ta get bumpy, friend." Yet it sounded as if he was actually enjoying this.
The cat jumped up and extended it's claws combining with the lizard's face. The dark rider leapt forward from his beast colliding with the Doctor and pulling him and off the feline. His companion held on retrieving his sword to battle the lizard, which now had its jaw clamped around the cat's throat. Blood stained the once glistening fur.
The armored beast roared, but another black streak collided with it. The other rider had reached them, and was now rolling on the swirling blue green grass which had seemed so beautiful so long ago. He couldn't tell one from the other. Until he noticed the tails. One was thick and purple with nasty looking spikes out the ends. The other… it was creamed colored, and relatively thinner. They raised fists and pummeled each other. The purple one raised its fist and connected it with the mask of its foe. The mask cracked and shattered. Then it raised its tail to swipe deliver the deathblow, the Doctor latched onto it and yanked.
The other flipped himself off of his back and onto his feet in one fluid motion. At the same time, pulling a space-aged looking bow with no string from around his shoulder. He pulled back and took aim. That's when the Doctor realized, he was not a he at all.
The armored creature reached behind itself, latching on to the back of the Doctor's coat as it wound it's tail around his torso and pulled him in front of itself as a shield.
The rouge with the less deadly tail stopped and cautiously took in the situation. The bow was steadily aimed. Not a hint of movement, gave the Doctor hope at her aim was sure. The bow remained still and ready.
The beast that held him prisoner snarled. "You have infiltrated the Fevlin. How?"
Wide almond shaped eyes, too large to be considered human, gazed back at them with a blue and silver fire. Her rounded cheeks were covered with soot and a trail of blood clung to the curve of her face. Her hair was a golden matted mess of spiral curls.
"Come, come," the delightful beauty teased. "You don't expect me to give away all my secrets."
"One swipe, and your cause is lost." It hissed back.
She seemed to consider for a moment. Then smiled. "We don't need him for anything. Only his arrival. You claim to know my people so well. And yet you do not look deep enough." The beast snarled as if it had been truly insulted by the remark and in vengeance it squeezed the Doctor tighter.
"Not helping." He managed to grasp as the tail, now wound around his midsection tightened. The tip of the tail rested over his shoulder, as two of the wicked spikes rested at his throat.
"You are shallow beasts that cannot conquer us." She continued speaking only to the captor, ignoring the doctor's warning. "I doubt even, that you know who I am. What I am." She paused. "Your people have a name for me. Do you know what it is? Huh?"
"I care not. You speak the high speech of your people. Therefore I know only to consume you, as I have so many others. Then I will unlock the secret to your fall."
The Doctor was digging as well he could into his pockets. Fishing for something, anything that could help him.
She smiled smugly, "They call me, The Oncoming Storm."
That got both the Doctor's and the alien's attention. "That can't be." The Doctor murmured. "I'm the.." The Fevlin screamed in pure rage, and then she fired.
A blur of light flew from her bow and struck the beast's helmet. It screamed and the tail that clung to the Doctor's throat and torso loosened. He was pushed out of the way as the creature turned toward the newest cause of pain.
His first rescuer had completed his first battle and apparently decided to cut the creatures tail off. It snarled and swiped for him but he dove cleanly out of the way.
The creature turned back to the woman with the bow, which she had dropped to the ground for the use of 2 swords. The Fevlin warrior reared for attack, and ran at her. The clashing of metal echoed through out the field. She'd crossed her swords above her head to block the Fevlin's first blow.
The male grabbed him, "Go, you must get to the trees, the others are coming!" Then the Doctor saw it, the others had made it to the trees (and he hoped with all that he held dear that Martha had made it with them) so the other Fevlin warriors were now headed in the direction this battle.
"Not without her!" He felt compelled to help this warrior woman. He glanced over and she was engaged in battle the Fevlin warrior knocked her swords from her hand and she hunched over as if protecting her abdomen.
The Fevlin let out a laugh of success as it raised its sword for the final blow. Still wearing the Fevlin armor she swung back at her nemesis, sinking the nasty spikes from the back of her arms into its throat. It screamed in pain and fell back. She fell with it and straddled the collapsed body before ripping the armor from the Fevlin flesh and stumbling back, covered in its blood. Pulling off the armored sleeves, she left them with the body. She turned to the Doctor and her companion.
"We must hurry." She said stooping to retrieve her bow and slinging it over her back, she looked exhausted. And they ran toward the woods.
As they ran she aimed he bow at the remaining pursuers. Only five remained of the original twelve. A white tube flew past them and exploded mid-air. She fired back just missing the fastest of the riders. Her electrode shot burned a hole in the grass, and still she fired again. The Favlin continued firing the white tubes, which as they flew by the Doctor's head again, he noted, looked a heck of a lot like living flesh before they exploded.
"We're almost there!" The man yelled. As he too continued to fire behind them.
Then he felt it, a tingling sensation prickling all over his skin, they'd passed through some kind of force field just outside of the lining of the trees. When they reached the trees they ran on, until the female grabbed the Doctor by the coat and pulled him behind one of the trees with her. Her partner took cover not too far from them.
"Where are the others?" She demanded, ducking back behind the tree after firing another shot.
"They have made it, they should be circling back."
One of the white blurs collided with his tree and the impact made a sickening splattering sound. Yes, the Doctor thought, definitely fleshy and organic in nature. He peered around the other side of the tree; their pursuers had lined themselves at the force field's edge, and continued firing upon them.
A larva like creature was shot out of one of their enemies' launchers, directly at the Doctor, he was yanked back just in time. The female alien who had infiltrated the Favlin's ranks pulled him back and turned his face nose to nose with hers. "Stay covered you mindless twit!"
He opened his mouth to argue that he wasn't mindless at all. His mind was quiet there, and it was incredibly brilliant. Genius even. But the larva creatures had locked into their location. The other side of their tree was continuously being bombarded, the sickening splattering sounds echoed in the forest.
