SchmEthan here:
ALRIGHT, as I said in the most recent chapter (11), I'm gonna go through and fix all of my past poor writing and general sloppiness to make this fic a little more readable! I might even have a full story, eventually = O
For those who are just joining us, HELLO! Welcome to my wonderful StarFox/Doctor Who crossover! I hope you enjoy it = D
SchmEthan.
The Doctor sighed. It was a deep sigh. A deep sigh of longing and regret.
He sat on the floor of the TARDIS, his legs dangling out with nothing but space below them. The spaceship was protecting him the vacuum and the sub zero temperatures of space. He looked out over the Medusa Cascade, the beautiful shades of red and purple melting together to lattice the skies with colour. It was this very place, not long ago, where he had encountered the Daleks, yet again, as well their lord and creator, Davros. Of course, he had not done it alone. His friends and allies that had gained his trust over all those years were there to help him.
Martha had worked for the army. When the Doctor arrived, she supplied vital information about the Daleks and the forces of Earth.
Sarah-Jane used her supercomputer and her inhumanly intelligent foster-son to bring the Doctor back to Earth.
Captain Jack used his Torchwood facilities to amplify the subwave signal that called the Doctor to action.
Donna, fused with the Doctor's dismembered hand, the regenerative energy converting the hand into a human resembling the Doctor himself, and Donna into a half-Time Lord. She was the reason that everyone made it out alive. That the universe, and time itself, made it out alive.
And Rose. She did the impossible. She came back from a sealed dimension where the Doctor thought he'd lost her forever. And she did her fair share of blowing the Daleks up.
But they were gone. All of them.
"Rose..." he whispered to himself. His human counterpart was now in the company of Rose in that parallel world. The Doctor loved Rose, something that he could never fully admit to himself. Now that she had a mortal man to spend the rest of her days with, the Doctor was alone. Again.
But still, he smiled slightly. He knew that all of his past companions, and friends, were safe and happy. The Doctor had several ambitions, but his main goal, his purpose, was to make EVERYONE happy.
He heard a small 'ping' from the central console inside the TARDIS. With a grunt, he heaved himself up, the doors of the ship squeaking slightly as he closed them. Tthe metal walkway beneath his feet clanged as he made his way towards the column in the very heart of the TARDIS. The small screen suspended above the control panel displayed what looked like a grid of some sort, with a small red dot flashing in the far right corner of the screen.
So, what have we here then? the Doctor thought. He pressed a few buttons on the keyboard and some text and charts appeared. He withdrew his glasses from the inside pocket of his jacket and put them on. His brown eyes widened as he tried to grasp the full extent of what he was reading. According to the readings from the TARDIS, there was a distress signal being transmitted from the planet Nostallas.
Nostallas, eh? Haven't been there in a while... He studied the information carefully and discovered that the problem was something to do with Omega radiation from a star in the Heragunet system that was starting to kill the planet's harvest crops.
The Doctor thought for a moment, rubbing his chin in the process. Shall I? Should I?
A grin shot across his face.
He raced around the TARDIS's console, pressing buttons and flicking switches and turning knobs and pumping pumps. He loved every second of it. He was off on another trip, saving another planet. Making people happy. Once his pre-travel preparations were complete, the Doctor placed his hand on the ignition lever on the control panel. He cocked his head, pulled the lever and yelled at the top of his voice "Allons-y!"
The central column began to glow and slide up and down within its container, thrusting the TARDIS into full speed travel towards Nostallas. The ship swayed and jolted in the time stream, but the Doctor was loving every minute of it. The TARDIS was his home now, and the universe was his oyster. Everything seemed to be going fine, until something appeared on the screen of the console. Something was following him through the time vortex.
The Doctor laughed at this pathetic being. "Think you can just hitch a ride with me? I think NOT! Ha ha!" He slammed his hand down on a rather ominous looking button and slid out of the time stream. He grinned in victory as the blip had disappeared from his radars.
The grin was short lived, however, as the thing chose to rip from the time stream rather than slip from it. It was a small breach, and it was instantly self-repaired, but the 'blip' was now surrounded by what the Doctor liked to call 'void stuff'. The 'blip' itself looked like an oversized bug, but strangely enough it was a machine. It had one large pink eye at the top of its body. The Doctor's face turned cold as he realised the danger of this situation.
That thing's gotta have a lock on the TARDIS and be able to read all the processes to be able to follow me from the time stream, and now that it has it's covered in void stuff. If it hits the TARDIS at that speed, it'll blow the core wide open!
The TARDIS began its flight again, but through space this time. He couldn't risk any more breaches in the vortex. The Doctor was frantically pressing buttons and switches, trying to shake the thing from his tail. "Come on, come on! Think, think!"
A flash of inspiration sent a spark to the Time Lord's eyes. Without hesitating, he set the controls to random and gritted his teeth. "Here we go!"
He yanked upon the start lever just as the 'thing' was about to collide with him It felt like the TARDIS was trying to go in two directions at once. The ship shot through the now static time stream before the 'thing' could follow it. The Doctor was holding on to the console tightly and checking his radars. The machine was nowhere to be seen.
The Doctor pulled himself upright and checked the readings. He was clear of any danger, to which he laughed. "I'm brilliant. I really am."
He paused for a moment as he realised that he hadn't the faintest idea where he was. The Doctor punched in a few commands on the keyboard which brought up his location. I
Lylat? Hmm, Lylat... Lylat, Lylat, Lylat, Lylat...
The Doctor turned his attention back to the readings on the screen. "Huh?" he asked himself after seeing that he was in fact in the middle of space on the map, but also on solid ground. Space station maybe?
He jogged over to the door of the TARDIS, grabbing his overcoat on the way. Only one way to find out!
He opened the door and inquisitively stuck his head out. His surroundings looked like that of a space station; he was in the middle of a silent hallway with several doors running along its length. He stepped outside, locked the TARDIS and began to wander around with his hands in his pockets.
A sigh escaped his mouth. It felt strange exploring once more without an accomplice by his side. He came to what looked like an elevator at the end of the corridor. There was no call button, but that didn't stop him. He withdrew Sonic Screwdriver from his pocket and pointed it at the control panel, the blue light glowing and the buzzing sound piercing the silence.
Within a few seconds the lift had arrived on the floor that the Doctor was waiting on. The doors opened with a swish and the Time Lord stepped inside. A quick inspection of the control panel with the Sonic Screwdriver revealed that the bridge was on the third floor, which he then selected. He watched as the number on the lift wall went from 5 to 4 to 3, and stepped out from the doors as soon as they opened. Directly in front of him stood an orange anthropomorphic fox with a cup of coffee in his hand, wearing a mildly shocked expression.
The Doctor spoke to the vulpine without delay. "Oh, hi there! This is a nice place you've got here. Looks like it was taken right of of the 33rd Century. But with fewer paintings of cheese" mused the Doctor, cheerfully. The orange-furred humanoid in front of him tried to speak, but he couldn't seem to form any words.
The Doctor simply chuckled. "Lost for words? You've probably never seen something quite like me before."
To the Doctor's surprise, the vulpine replied rather swiftly. "It's not so much that," said the vulpine, "I'm just wondering how the hell you got on the ship."
"Oh, yes! Sorry about that, see I was just trying to escape something, picked a random location and off I went. I supposed I arrived here by accident"
The vulpine didn't seem to comprehend. His face simply grew more confused.
"I'll try and explain later." insisted the Doctor. "I'm the Doctor by the way." he announced, presenting his hand. "And you are?"
The vulpine raised his paw and nervously shook the Doctor's hand.
"Uh, I'm Fox. Fox McCloud. And, sorry, Doctor who?"
"Just the Doctor. I get a lot of that, actually. Where are we, then? Somewhere in Lylat I believe?"
"Wait, you landed inside my ship and you still don't know where you are?"
"Nope. I told you, the controls were random! But right now, I'd just like to know three things. One, where we are. Two, what's going on. Three, where the mirror is. I think I've ruined my hair after that chase."
"Uh, OK. Well, follow me to the bridge, we can check from there. And yes, there's a mirror."
Fox, seemingly calmer now, led the way and the Doctor followed behind, thinking over a few things in his head.
So, this system's probably full of furries, and judging by Fox's reaction, no-one even looks like a human.
Fox tapped a panel on the wall to open the door to the bridge. He tapped it again, stopping the door with just enough room to peek through.
"If the other guys see you, they'll freak out! Well, Krystal might not be as surprised, she's seen more weird and wonderful stuff than I have." The Doctor raised an eyebrow slightly when he noticed Fox's fur turn a slightly darker shade of orange, like a blush. So, he seems to react to this Krystal. I'll remember that. When Fox was confident that there was nobody around to witness the stranger in their midst, he tapped the control panel again, allowing the door to slide open the full way. The Doctor's eyes widened as he observed the machinery and equipment on the bridge. "Impressive stuff there, Fox!"
"Thanks. State of the art too; this ship's only a few months old."
The Doctor took a stroll around all the computers and consoles in front of him.
"Nice. So tell me, Fox McCloud, what exactly is it you're doing up here in..." he glanced over at a map screen and read its contents. "Katina's spacial territory?"
"It's a relatively unused sector of space. We're lying low until another mission crops up. We're a team of mercinaries, you see."
The Doctor sat down in a chair as the side of the bridge. "Ooh! Mercenaries! Sounds exciting! Do tell!"
Fox took his usual place in the captain's seat and began his story. "Well, it started about twenty years ago..."
While the two were talking about Fox's past, Krystal was sitting on her bed, frozen. She had sensed another being on the ship as soon as he landed, but judging by his aura, his essence, she felt that he meant no harm. Which was perfectly true. Another thing that she noticed about this stranger was that he had incredibly strong mental defences; she couldn't even sense his thought patterns, let alone his memories. He wasn't from Lylat, or even Cerinia, which disturbed Krystal somewhat. Where is he from? How did he get here? Is he going to hurt us?
... What is that? Ape? ...Bald ape? Hey wait! How'd he get here? Nobody boarded us!
"Be careful, Fox!" she half-whispered.
Krystal waited anxiously, reading Fox's mind the whole time. Her nervousness on Fox's part was quelled slightly when she sensed that Fox was conversing happily with the being, but she wasn't completely satisfied.
Right. I'm coming to set this straight, whoever you are!
She shot to her feet, gracefully stormed from her bedroom and hustled towards the bridge to meet the stranger.
