Back again! Welcome to the 6th story featuring my OC, Star.
Star is now in her 6th regeneration, taller than her last body with long black hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders with icy blue eyes. her new attire is usually a fitted black top with a leather jacket over the top (with trans-dimensional pockets, of course), black leather pants and chunky black knee high laced boots. I imagine her to look similar to Elizabeth Gillies and at the end of Shooting Stars with 619.
as always I don't not own Doctor Who.
"Italics"= Gallifreyan
'Italics'= Mental communications.Thanks to the guest review who helped me out with the name. Surprisingly it was one of my options. :)
Star could only smirk in amusement as she sat with her ankles crossed on the barrel of a tank. The Doctor stood further back, starting a smoke machine as the doors to the medieval castle courtyards opened, revealing the cheering crowd awaiting inside as he began to play on his electric guitar, sunglasses already over his eyes.
Bors, their bearded, err, friend as he had been for the last few weeks dropped his axe in despair as he looked exaggerated at the pair, "Dude! What is that?"
"You said you wanted an axe fight." The Doctor stopped playing and looked down at the leather armoured man. "Oh, come on. In a few hundred years, that'll be really funny. It's a slow burner."
"A musical instrument is not an axe."
"Yes, and a daffodil is not a broadsword, but I still won the last round!" he threw is arms up as the crowd cheered, "What do you think of my tank? Don't worry, it isn't loaded."
"That's what you think." Star smirked.
The Doctor turned to her, trying to see if she was joking or not. She didn't give anything away but he was certain she was joking. He hoped. He didn't put it past her.
"I don't like it." Bors stated.
"No, neither do I. I bought it for Star's fish."
"Even though I asked for a shark." Star cut in.
"You're not getting a shark."
"I don't see why not? I'd only let it bite people I don't like."
"And to you that's everyone."
"Aww! Come on I'll look after it!"
"Your fish?" Bors cut in.
"I may have ordered online!" the Doctor grinned, waiting for cheering and laughing…only to get silence. "Oh, come on. Fish? Tank? Honestly, this stuff will be hilarious in a very few hundred years. Do please stick around."
"What's the matter with him?" Star glanced up recognising Clara's voice and spotted her up on the upper level leaning on the wall with Missy next to her, "He's never like this."
"Oh, you really are new, aren't you?" Missy countered.
"Wait, hang on." Clara frowned seeing Star looking at her, even the Doctor pulled down his shade's for a moment, "Did they just hear that? They don't know we're here, do they?"
"This is Star you are talking about. The girl knows more than she lets on." She rolled her eyes as the Doctor played the opening of Pretty Woman on the guitar.
Clara's face lit up in delight. She had told them that Pretty woman were a favourite movie, had forced them both to watch it, neither enjoyed it but they did keep quiet as they watched. Well quiet as in Star complained about being bored and the Doctor kept surging about how none it would happen in real life. Still, she was thankful they had watched it with her.
"Now, you lot." The Doctor spoke again, "We've been here all day, and it's been a great day!"
"You've been here for three weeks." Bors corrected.
"3 weeks?" the Doctor repeated quietly, "It must be nearly bedtime. Well, we've partied." He called loudly to the cheering crowd, "Yes! I helped you dig a well, with a first-class, child-friendly visitor's centre! I've given you some top-notch maths tuition in a fun but relevant way. And Star introduced the word "dude" several centuries early."
"So let me hear you!" Star yelled, "Or prepare to die!"
"Dude!" the crowd yelled back.
"Are you a Renaissance?" the Doctor asked.
"Dude!"
"Are you a Medieval?
"Dude!"
He pointed to a young man in silver armour, "I am a dragon-slaying?"
"Dude!"
"We are all the young?"
"Dudes!"
"I like it. But I've got some sad news for you, dudes."
"No," Star pointed at him, "that's my word."
"Tonight, we're going to have to leave you. But before we do, I'd like you to meet a couple of friends of ours." He gestured or Clara and Missy to come down. Clara had already hurried down and waved shyly to the crowd as they clapped and cheer.
"How did you know I was here? Did you see me?"
"When do we not see you?" the Doctor smiled.
"Even with the crowd?"
"There was a crowd?" Star smirked, "I couldn't see them past that wide face of yours."
Clara rolled her eyes but didn't complain, "Which one of us is dying?" the Doctor suddenly hugged Clara tightly, "Ok. And we're doing hugging now, too. I can't keep up." He had spent months avoiding hugging her, insisting he only hugged Star, yet here he was, dropping everything to hug her.
"Well, you know what they say." He mumbled, "Hugging is a great way to hide your face."
"Ok, look." Clara stepped back only for Star to wrap her arms around her, resting her chin on her head, "I guessed a party, but not like this. What is this? This isn't you. This is," she turned to Star, "this is you."
"A 3 week none stop party!" Star shouted, "And I've had a lot of mead in that time."
"Yes, a bit too much," the Doctor agreed bitterly, "I spent all day yesterday in a bow tie, the day before in a long scarf. It's my party, and all of me is invited. Hosted by Star of course." He played the cords to Hey Mickey! As Missy had used that song changing it to her name for amusement.
"What the hell are you two up to?" she demanded.
"It's the terrible Godmother! Everyone hiss!"
The crowd hissed at Missy as the woman bowed and flourished a handkerchief.
"Apparently, you think you're going to die tomorrow." She held up a golden disc, embroidered in Gallifreyan; the Doctors Confession Dial, his will and testimony that will only open when he was dead.
"Well, I've got some good news about that." He grinned.
"Oh, yeah?"
"It's still today!"
"Oh, that's very good."
Star whirled around hearing Bors choking, "did you swallow a marble again?" she rolled her eyes, "or are you a Dalek Puppet?" she headed over and pulled away the banded snake that was strangling him and threw it away.
It slithered across the floor and under the dark robes of the tall humanoid figure of Colony Sarff.
"Doctor." The alien greeted, "Your friends have led me to you. You will come."
"Says you and whose army?" the Doctor scoffed.
The segments of Sarffs face coiled in different directions, its robes dropping to reveal a large serpent form with smaller snakes around it. The crowd screamed in terror, quickly fleeing at the sight.
"Nobody dies here. Not one person, not one of my friends, do you understand?"
"Davros, creator of the Daleks, dark lord of Skaro, is dying."
"I say good riddance." Star grumbled.
"He would speak with you again on the last night of his life." Sarff hissed.
"Then you will harm nobody in this place. Not one person. Are we very, very clear?" the Doctor glared at the snake.
Sarff recoiled back into its humanoid form, "Are you so dangerous, little man?"
"You want to know how dangerous I am? Davros sent you. You know how stupid you are? Huh! You came!"
Sarff hissed threateningly at them.
"Oh, that's absolutely terrifying," Star remarked, heavily sarcastic, so much even the Doctor knew it was sarcasm, "I'm shaking in fear."
"Now, explain, politely." The Doctor began slowly, "Davros is my arch-enemy. Why would I want to talk to him?"
"No, wait, hang on a minute." Missy interrupted, "Davros is your arch-enemy now? I'll scratch his eye out."
"With that manicure?" Star raised an eyebrow.
"At least mine is better than yours."
"We've been in the Renaissance Era for 3 weeks partying. I don't have time to ensure my nails are the blackest of the black."
"Yes, because your more concerned at getting drunk on mead, aren't you?"
"Hush," the Doctor cut into their banter.
"Davros knows." Colony Sarff stated, "Davros remembers." He pulled out the sonic screwdriver and threw it to the ground.
"That's yours." Clara breathed.
The Doctor hung his head, "Err, it was."
"Was?"
Star gave the Doctor a look, "Someone no longer has a screwdriver anymore."
She didn't know quite what happened, she had been minding her own busy as the Doctor went to an Earth bakery to fetch her a cinnamon roll, she loved them and they were better when made and brought from Earth but when he had come back (without the pastry) he was unusually silent. He didn't tell her much, only that he met a boy and gave him his screwdriver to help save him only to discover that the boy was Davros and ran, unable to bring himself to help his arch enemy. She said nothing more on the topic.
"Ooo. Never seen that before." Missy commented, eying them both intently, "Doctor, the look on your face. What is that?"
"Shame." Clara noted, "You're ashamed. Doctor? What have you done?"
"Is your ship in orbit?" the Doctor asked Colony Sarff.
"It's a trap." Missy hurried to his side.
"Prepare yourself for teleport." Sarff said.
"Doctor, listen to me. I know traps, traps are my flirting. This is a trap."
"I am prepared."
"You sent me your confession dial! You got your daughter to throw you a three-week party. You know what this is."
"Yes. Goodbye. Goodbye, Clara. Look after yourself, Star." He turned around and one of Sarffs snakes binds the Doctors wrists behind his back like handcuffs.
Clara looked at Missy who nodded, "and us." They also turned preparing to be cuff. "Star!"
"No, I'm good."
"Star!"
"Ok, fine," Star grumbled, joining them, "but only because in those few second I changed my mind."
"Shut up."
"Yes boss."
"No!" the Doctor cried, "No, no, no. Under no circumstances! What are you doing now?" he glanced at Sarff.
"Voting. We are a democracy. It is agreed." Three more snakes binded the females wrists together.
"No, no, no! I forbid it, no! No! No! No! No!"
It was no use, they all disappeared in a blue light.
~.~
Star mentally sighed as they sat in Colony Sarffs spaceship as he piloted them to where Davros was expecting them. Missy sat opposite the girl, looking just as bored as she was, leaning back with her feet up as the Doctor explained to Clara who Davros was. Not needing to remind her of the Crucible all those years ago. Why couldn't Davros just die already?
"Davros is the child of war," he leaned in forwards in his seat, facing Clara, "a war that wouldn't end. A thousand years of fighting, till nobody could remember why. So Davros, he created a new kind of warrior, one that wouldn't bother with that question. A mutant in a tank that would never, ever stop. And they never did."
"The Daleks?"
"How scared must you be to seal every one of your own kind inside a tank? Davros made the Daleks, but who made Davros?"
There was a whoosh and stars appeared in the space before the ship, Missy shifted for a better look, "Ok, great. Coming out of hyperspace."
Directly before them was a stupa-shaped space station slowly spinning.
"So that's where he ended up." Star muttered.
"What is that?" Clara squinted.
"I don't know. A hospital?" the Doctor could only guess.
~.~
"Oh my god," Star groaned as she sat on the ground in the cell they were locked in between Clara and Missy, the woman singing in boredom as the Doctor paced the room, "I can't wait any longer!" she shifted, throwing the snake that was binding her hands away.
Clara looked at the snake cut in half in disgust as Star suddenly punched the older Time Lady in the nose.
"Ow!" the woman cried in pain. "Am I not allowed a little warning?"
"What's the fun in warning you?" Star looked genuinely confused at that, making the Mistress huff in annoyance.
"How long have we actually been waiting?" Clara asked, silently thankful Star had finally lost her patience and shut Missy up, even if she did mean that she had to cut the snake in half and just left it in the middle of the room.
"I don't know," the Doctor replied, "that's the problem with hospitals."
"Tied up and locked in a cupboard," Missy called, "it's like your wedding day all over again."
"Go on," Star perked up at that.
"Oh no," the Doctor shook his head, "we are not doing this."
"Oh come on. You never tell me any of this stuff."
He sighed, "That wasn't my wedding. That was my stag night."
"No, hang on, wasn't it the faculty dance?" Missy frowned.
"No, that was the laser slugs."
"Of course, yes, the slugs."
"We were friends then. What happened?"
Missy shrugged against her snake, "Nothing."
To her they were still friends, they fought and tried to kill each other but that was friendship. It was a small price to pay for a centuries old friendship that would last until the end of time.
At that moment the door slid opened and Colony Sarff slivered in, "you will come," he spoke to the father and daughter, and then Missy and Clara, "you will stay."
"You heard," Star pushed Clara towards the door, "Star."
"I'm going," Clara glared, "Clara."
Colony Sarff led the Doctor and Clara out of the room, no idea it wasn't actually Star going.
Idiot.
The Doctor shot Star a look, 'Gravity.'
'First thing I noticed.' She replied.
"What the hell?" Clara mouthed to her as she followed Colony Sarff and the Doctor, the door closing on them. Leaving the two Time Ladies alone.
"What are you up to, Star?" Missy eyed her. it wasn't like her to stay behind, especially since her old man would probably end up needing her to save him.
"I just wanted to spend some time with my dear old godmother." She smiled sweetly, "is that so much trouble?"
"Less of the old," she pointed warningly at her.
She smirked but didn't say anything more on the subject, "so, the gravity…"
"Feels like a planet," she nodded.
"Do we dare go outside?"
"Well," Missy sighed, dropping her dead snake to the ground as she walked to the airlock door. Star raised an eyebrow at it, took her long enough, "this airlock…it is pants." She turned back to Star, "you might die."
"Oh the horror!" she rolled her eyes mockingly, "I couldn't imagine anything worse!" she smirked at the older Time Lady, "we'll never know unless we try."
Missy grinned as she pushed the airlock door, sending the alarms blaring as the door slowly opened, but instead of sucking them out like it should have done they didn't move. She slowly reached a hand out into the space outside, "its warm, isn't it? For deep space."
Missy grabbed Star wrist as the girl tried to step outside, she let go quickly as the girl glared at her before continuing to walk out.
"There's ground," Star frowned, stomping her feet as Missy stepped out after her.
"We're on a planet," Missy realised, "and that is not a space station, it's a building. And the rest of the planet, the whole thing is invisible."
"A whole planet is invisible." Star repeated, frowning. Why hide an entire planet from the universe, why pretend it wasn't there. She didn't get a look at the co-ordinate of Colony Sarffs ship, she didn't know the galaxy they were at. It could be any planet.
"It's ridiculous," Missy continued, "How would you ever find your glasses or the little girls' room? What if you kissed an ugly? Unless when you're part of the atmosphere you begin to sink with the spectrum."
"Missy!" Star cut her off.
"What?" she looked at her.
"We're here for Davros," she began slowly as though speaking to an idiot, "I think we're on Skaro." She didn't say anything as fear flashed on the Mistress' face. It was possible as Skaro still existed, last time, when they met Darla and went to the Asylum, they had met on Skaro, it was uninhabitable, but still existed.
Just like Gallifrey.
"I think you might be right about that," Missy swallowed hard, her eyes on the building before Star as she spun around to see the desert planet appearing around them. Buildings joining with the one they had just come from to create a city.
The city of the Daleks.
Skaro.
Of course they were on Skaro.
"No, no, no," Missy breathed, shaking her head, stepping away from the city, away from the Daleks.
"Skaro." She stated, "of course they would have rebuilt it."
"Correct." They looked to the side seeing a Dalek approaching.
She cursed under her breath, as Missy recovered from her fear and whacked her on the head. She glared at her. Of all people, Missy was the last person she expected to complain about her language.
~.~
The Dalek had forced them into the city, led them into a large room filled with more Daleks, including the red Emperor, but thankfully not as many as the Asylum.
"The TARDIS has been procured," the Emperor stated.
"No, really?" Star remarked sarcastically, "Never would have guessed. It's not like the old girl is right before my eyes." Missy sniggered at her slightly but covered it as a cough.
"The TARDIS shall not be entered. The TARDIS shall be destroyed."
"Daleks!" Missy called, wandering to the centre of the room, separating herself from Star, "pay attention. You know what this is, this thing you're about to destroy. I'll tell you! It's the dog's unmentionables. And you know all about those, don't you?" she ticked a Daleks ball, "This is a TARDIS. With this, you can go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone. With this, the Daleks can be more powerful than ever before." She walked up onto the platform opposite the TARDIS, the Daleks all turned to her.
"You just need one thing." Missy continued, "You need your Predator!" the Daleks spun to Star, who looked at Missy in mock betrayal, "a Time Lady who knows how to work that TARDIS. With the last two Time Ladies, everything can be yours. We can burn it all forever and ever. Or you rather just kill me?"
The Daleks turned to their Emperor for an answer.
"Maximum Extermination!" Missy posed as the Daleks turned and exterminated her.
The Daleks turned to Star, waiting for her to run, toying with her. She glanced down at the Vortex Manipulator on her left wrist that Missy put on when she tried to stop her stepping outside. It wasn't like she had one on her right arm, hidden under the jacket sleeve, but no one knew that, and she wanted to keep it that way.
"Inhabitants of Skaro," Star bowed to them, "congratulations! Today is the day that you've finally done it! You've finally won. You've finally killed the Predator of the Daleks. The Angel of Darkness. The daughter of the Oncoming Storm. Death by Dalek, been awhile since that happened. Bravo!" she clapped mockingly before running. Letting out an ear piercing scream, knowing wherever they were Davros was making the Doctor watch, and she was such a drama queen. But he should know that even when a Time Lord was exterminated their body didn't disappear. The Daleks were too stupid to realise but the Doctor would be surrounded by fear that he wouldn't notice.
The poor idiot.
She just hoped that Clara could do enough to hold him back before they got back to him.