A/N: I absolutely loved Chantho. She was so cute. This is my tribute to her. Poor thing. I felt so bad that she had to die. Yea this is going to be sad, but I had to write this.
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The Last of the Malmooth
The Futurekind had been driven off and it was quiet in the silo. Jack, Martha, and the Doctor looked down at Chantho, the last of her kind. Martha sighed, "She was the last of her kind. How could he? How could he do something like that?"
The Doctor sighed, "Because he has no respect for life, Martha Jones."
"But why did he take her life? She was fond of him. How could he?"
"Yana was another person, Martha Jones and it's complicated. And I don't want to talk about it."
"Why?" Martha and Jack said.
"Because I said so…"
Martha and Jack backed down, perhaps they both knew why. They knew that the Doctor was in a state of shock because he really was not alone and it was hard on him. The Doctor sighed and said softly to Chantho, "I am sorry….I am so sorry. But I promise you, you'll be avenged. The promise from one dead race to another…." He quietly took his hand and closed her eyes. "Sleep well Chantho….may you find peace."