This is a companion-lite story. The Doctor is the only big main character for this story.

War of the Cybermen

Chapter 1

February 12, 2011

Montana Tower

Henry Montana walked out of the elevator on the 77th floor of the Montana Tower. He was careful not to tell the Doctor anything about this floor's project back around Christmas. If the Doctor had found out, he would have shut the program down as soon as possible. Then again his project was slowed by the Doctor. Montana had assigned Tesla Howard to be one of the leads on the project. That whole Tesla thing fell through when Tesla was found out to be a Great Vampire and planned on turning the whole human race into replicas of the Great Vampires, but the Doctor ended that plan hard and fast. Montana's brainchild project was shut down for about three weeks until they hired a new lead. He was young, about nineteen years old, but he was an expert on robotics and machinery. After he was hired, the project started again as if it had never even stopped.

Montana walked into the lab and put on a hard hat and goggles. He smiled at his knew project, a robotic man. He got the designs from the remains of several robots recovered from the Battle of Canary Wharf in London back in 2006. He also used some of that technology. He had reservations at first, but eventually his ambition got the best of him on this one. The robots that were recovered from the Battle of Canary Wharf. He remembered something about the secret government agency called Torchwood fell or at least the old regime did. One branch of that organization survived in Cardiff, Wales and was led by a man called Captain Jack Harkness. But back on target, he believed that the robots called themselves Cybermen. That would be what he would name his project: the Montana Cybermen.

Waverly Sub Station

The Doctor sat down at one of the bar stools at the counter. His chest was still tender from his ribs that were broken nearly a month earlier. He healed a lot faster than a human and his bones were healed, but he was still sore. He didn't realize then that when he punched the Sontaran, he cracked several bones in his hand. They had healed faster than the ribs and his hand sometimes went into pain but most of the time, it was fine. His nose had healed the fastest and wasn't in pain at all anymore. He had sworn in the days following that he would not be punched by a Sontaran with its full strength. That was and never would be a good idea.

The fallout from the Sontaran incident at Tribeca Prep on January 18 caused chaos with the school officials and the UNIT people trying to cover up and explain the whole thing away. They failed miserably. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't cover up the Sontarans and the Judoon. The one thing that they were able to do was to keep the secret that the school's art teacher was actually an alien, a Time Lord to be exact. The Doctor had already gone through the whole "I don't look human. You look Time Lord. We were around first," speech more than once. Most students just stopped asking, but there were a few annoyances that the Doctor tried to get over.

The Doctor had been monitoring the Earth orbit to make sure there were no more aliens out there hidden from human sensors and scannings. The Doctor, however, with the TARDIS is able to scan the planet's orbit and the area of space on the dark side of the moon. He hoped that nothing else would happen until his ship was fixed and he could leave this planet to go back to the stars, but that would never happen. He'd been alive long enough to know that would never turn out the way he hoped. He was the Doctor and it seemed trouble was attracted to him. He was a trouble magnet. He couldn't help it. It always turned out that way. It had been that way ever since that junkyard all those years ago in 1963. He had been there with his granddaughter when two of her school teachers barged there way in his TARDIS and his travels began after that. He had never stopped or stayed in one place if he could help it. He was stranded on Earth for several years back in the 1970s, but that was because the Time Lords exiled him and took away his knowledge of dematerialization. Eventually, they repealed his exile and he traveled to the stars again, and throughout all those times, he had gotten into trouble. He got in trouble both when he was traveling and exiled. He couldn't escape it and he knew trouble would come. He just needed to know when and how it would come, and as long as it didn't come from space or another time, he'd be fine.

The Doctor snapped out of his thinking and went back inside the TARDIS. He locked the door so no one could come in while he was working. The control console was gutted and spread across the stage. He put goggles and gloves on and began to work with the wiring laying out everywhere. He opened a toolbox that was in the middle of the chaos that exploded all over his stage. He took out several alien tools and started working on the console. Sparks started flying all over the place and the Doctor continued to work on his TARDIS.

Montana Tower

"How's the new guy doing?" asked Henry Montana, sitting in his office chair.

"He's doing good," replied Paul Scypher.

"What's wrong, Paul? You seem worried about something," said Montana.

"It's this project," answered Paul, "I didn't know about this project until after the whole Tesla Howard incident, and for that monster to one of the leads, it just worries me that there might be something in those robots that could make some of them turn against us."

"I made sure that if they had any thoughts of rebelling, their circuitry would fry and they would be destroyed," said Montana.

"I know, but according to the Doctor, Tesla Howard could possibly create a program or virus that could be hidden from us and then the robots could rebel."

"I know, but there are the ones constructed after Tesla's death. We could use them to counter a possible rebel faction," explained Montana.

"Okay, but I'd like to get the Doctor here and make sure that there is nothing wrong with these machines," said Paul, "He could actually find anything wrong with them."

"NO!" snapped Montana, "If the Doctor gets involved in this, he would stop this whole project dead in his tracks. He may be a close friend of Alistair like I am, but he also very opinionated. I saw it back in December and Alistair had to deal with the Doctor for years when he was still the brigadier of the European Division of UNIT. The Doctor will not let us continue when he finds out where I got the design and some of the technology from."

"Where did you get it from?" asked Paul.

"I got it from some of the remains that were left at Canary Wharf back in 2006," said Montana.

"Henry! Canary Wharf? You know how many people died in that battle nearly five years ago?" asked Paul, "I mean Torchwood fell in that battle, and they were stealing and cannibalizing tons of alien technology and they still lost."

"That's because they were allies with the Cybermen and were fighting against another type of monster that was powerful enough to defeat their combined efforts," replied Montana, "Besides they were all defeated. The Cybermen and the enemy they were fighting both were defeated."

"By who?" asked Paul.

"By the Doctor," answered Montana, "That's why I cannot get the Doctor here. He witnessed the destruction and death at the Battle of Canary Wharf. If the Doctor finds out, he will stop us. He's that powerful and that capable."

Paul didn't reply, but gave up and changed the subject, "So what are you going to call these things?"

"Since they were originally called Cybermen, I'll keep that name but call them the Montana Cybermen," answered Montana, "Instead of a C on their chest, it'll be an M on their chest."

Floor 77

In the Cybermen Storage on floor 77, there were dozens of completed Cybermen housed. Some of them were constructed before Tesla Howard was found out by the Doctor eventually killed by the Doctor. Montana hadn't destroyed them because this was his brainchild project. He had another fifty Cybermen ready to be finished within the week.

In the center of the third grouping, a Cyberman turned on and disconnected itself from the others and forced it's way out into the open. It walked over to a computer screen and placed its hand on it. Within moments, four dozen more Cybermen woke up. The first Cyberman turned to the others who gathered behind him.

"Is this all?" asked the Cyberman with no emotion in its voice.

"It is," said another Cyberman.

"I am declaring myself Cyber Leader," the first one said, "I want more Cybermen created. Take these designs and use them." The Cyber Leader took its hand off of the screen and cylindrical object came out of its arm.

The other one took it and placed the cylinder in its chest. It handed the object back to the Cyber Leader and replied, "How do you want them made?"

"There is only one sure way," said the Cyber Leader, "The humans need to be upgraded."

"If they fight back?"
"Delete them," replied the Cyber Leader.

"I obey," replied the second Cyberman. He moved to the door and the others followed him.

The Cyber Leader turned around and looked at the computer again, "I will upgrade all of humanity. They are flawed." It put its hand on the screen again and started downloading all the information that it could as fast as it could. The Cyber Leader's attention was drawn to several reports and references to something that peaked its interest, "There is reference to another Cyber Race. A Cyber Race that is more powerful than the ones were designed after. I need to find out more of this Mondas Cyber Race."