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Doctor Who: The Volcano of Ignitus Chapter 1

"Clara! What are you doing in there? I said you looked lovely the first ten times!" The Doctor paced restlessly around the central console of the TARDIS, flipping a few levers absentmindedly. "The tour leaves in five minutes!"

The TARDIS hummed, sounding almost annoyed by the Doctor's newest companion.

"I know, I know." The Doctor told the machine gently. "I'll see what's keeping her, we can't miss our tour!"

"But- Doctor, there's a huge, bloody zit on my face... What if someone famous sees me?" Clara called out of her room.

The Doctor sighed in annoyance as he leaned against the wall of the TARDIS outside of Clara's room. "Clara, even if you saw someone famous how would you know who they were? It's the 51st century! We're going to miss the submarine if we keep waiting!"

"Ugh, fine..." She grumbled. "Men, they just don't understand." She stomps into the control room. "Ready to go, Chin Boy?"

The Doctor ran past her, bouncing with energy. "Well then, Ms. Clara, I present to you- the Volcano of Ignitus!"

The TARDIS doors swung open, revealing an ash covered dock made out of metal blackened by years of intense heat. The ocean around the dock churned around the dock, steaming and popping, as it boiled intensely. Ash swirled through the air like burnt snow and the air shimmered with heat. The sky was black with ash, light piercing through the thick dust cloud occasionally and making it look like the sky was cracked.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" The Doctor raced towards the console and reached under it, removing two gas masks. "We'll need these until we get to the submarine. Don't want to get a mouthful of ash." He tossed Clara the mask lightly, "Don't loose that, the ash is toxic if you inhale too much of it."

"Good to know, Doctor!" She looked at him intensely. "Doctor, has anyone ever died on this tour?" Fear flickered in her eyes.

The Doctor sighed, his whole composure deflating as he dropped his usual childish attitude. "Mistakes happen, Clara. People die." He walked up to her and place his hands on her shoulders, looking her in the eye. "Nothing will happen to you." He walked over to the TARDIS console and checked the scanner. "The next eruption of Mount Incendia isn't due for another 300 years." He spun around with a flourish, his childish grin back. "And besides, if anything happens we'll get out! It's just a trip through a boiling ocean to a mildly active volcano, what can go wrong?" He quickly pulled on his mask and ran outside, leaving Clara in the TARDIS.

Clara grinned, "He's kind of cute when he cares." She walked out to join him. "Where do we go to meet the submarine?"

The TARDIS hummed, hearing Clara's comment. The doors slammed behind her, smacking her on the back.

The Doctor whipped a sheet of paper out of his jacket, "The submarine should be at Dock 120!" He looked around, searching for the number of the dock they were on. "We're on Dock 57!" He turned to Clara with a huge grin, "Let's go!" The Doctor took off to the right before turning around and running to the left. "Wrong way!" He explained as he rushed past. "The submarine leaves in five minutes!"

"Doctor!" She followed him carefully, all around her was beautiful clear water and she could see all the fish and coral swimming in it. "Wouldn't it be nice to just swim in here sometime?"

"Doctor can we swim?" Clara questioned.

"Clara! Don't look at the water! Focus on my voice, look at the water- really look at it!" The Doctor was standing close to Clara holding his hands out warily, "It's not real! It's an illusion." The Doctor aimed his sonic at the ocean and a shriek drowned out its familiar buzzing. "Clara, are you okay? What do you see?"

"Ahhhh! WHAT IS THAT THING!" Clara screamed, staring at the scariest thing she has ever seen. The creature was lurking in the water with shiny, transparent skin, fanged teeth, and webbed hands and feet. "TELL ME NOW DOCTOR!"

The creature hissed as it spun away from the sonic and disappeared under the murky waves. "I believe that was a siren, Clara." The sonic extended out into its claw form as the Doctor held it upright to inspect it. "It looks like there's hundred of them inhabiting these waters." He frowned at the ocean thoughtfully, "But why here? What's here for them?" He began pacing along the dock, "Sure there's the tourism but that's not enough to be a steady food supply, there's the warmth of the water, but that doesn't feed them. Maybe there's more to it than that, maybe they're more intelligent than we think. I mean, they almost killed you after all.

But why? What's here that isn't on any other aquatic planet in this galaxy?"

"Doctor, forget about it now. We have a submarine to catch." She looked at him with pleadingly, knowing deep down their peaceful outing was over. "Please Doctor. What if they try and trick us again? We should just go."

The Doctor froze and sighed, "You're right, but still, it doesn't make any sense." He glared at the water. "If anything else happens though, we can't ignore this." He looked her in the eye. "Remember what I said when we first started traveling Clara? We don't walk away. I'm not walking away." He continued down the dock towards Dock 120. "There's nothing else we can find here without putting ourselves in danger."

"Yeah, you're right. We will get to it eventually." She followed him down the dock, noticing that he always looks cute when worried. "What are we going see on this tour, Doctor?"

"The biggest volcanic core in the Xentrax sector of the universe!" The Doctor grinned and started running down the dock again, only to stop as something splashed boiling sea water at him. "Clara, stay close to the middle of the dock, don't go near the water. Its boiling at over 500 degrees Celsius. One splash will burn the skin straight off of your bones."

With that ominous declaration, they continued down the dock. The numbers 120 began looming closer, elevated above the deck on an archway proclaiming 'Dock 120: Submarine Tours to Mount Incendio meet here!' The orange letters were dark with ash and it looked like it had been abandoned for years.

The Doctor walked up to the dock, "It looks abandoned-"

"Halt! I need to see some identification, this area is restricted to foreigners!" A soldier dressed in armor remarkably similar to that out of a 21st century sci-fi video game stood to the left of Dock 120, pointing his phaser rifle right at the Doctor and Clara.

"Woah mate, we are just here for the tour? No need to point that at me and my friend here." She gives him a look that would make any teenage boy eat his vegetables.

The soldier wavered slightly, lowering his gun a but before recovering. "Ma'am I'm going to ask you and your friend to follow me. This area is under quarantine."

The Doctor perked up at that, "Quarantine? For what?"

"That is secure information."

The Doctor whipped out his psychic paper, "I'm the Doctor, this is Clara my assistant. The United Federation of Ignitus sent us here to investigate the strange occurrences, but our escort was not at our designated drop point!"

The soldier shifted slightly as he read the Doctor's 'credentials.' "I apologize for that Doctor and Captain." The soldier nodded at the Doctor and Clara respectively. "Follow me, I'll take you to the commander."

"Wow, I'm a captain" Clara whispered to the Doctor. "Wish mum could see me now!" She followed the soldier in to his base, noticing that the soldier looks younger than one would expect- his face mask having slid up in the benevolent environment. "Tell me, how old are you?"

The soldier glanced back at her, his protective face glass had slid up to reveal a pale young face with blue eyes. "They started recruiting people younger and younger as more seasoned soldiers were killed by the devils in the water. I would be a senior in high school if those fish hasn't had appeared. They're killing us all off!"

The Doctor frowned at him, "Fish?"

The soldier nodded warily, glancing around and lowering his voice. "It's classified information to the new recruits. I'm a sergeant first class, Sergeant Taylor."

The Doctor grinned as he pumped Sergeant Taylor's hand. "Taylor, brilliant name, human name. So, Taylor," He leaned forward and lowered his voice. "Tell me about these fish."

"The sea devils, sir. The women in the water, if you hear them singing then its too late for you."

"Have you heard them sing, Taylor?"

Taylor shook his head, "No, sir." He paused outside of a circular door marked 'Command' in sloppy spray paint lettering. "We're here. I'll leave you two to go introduce yourselves to the Commander."

"Wait, when he says they sing to you... Is it like what the sirens did in ancient Greek literature? I remember in school when reading 'The Odyssey' we learned all about them. I hope they aren't the same thing because hardly anyone can escape them." She looked at the Doctor nervously.

"There's no such thing as sirens, Clara. Those require magic..." He frowned as he glanced around the empty command room. "Taylor?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Wasn't there supposed to be a commander in here?"

"What? No! No! No!" Taylor rushed in, typing on a holographic keyboard projected from his arm computer.

"Commander Syril was reported deceased at 1750 hours." The computer chirped happily.

Taylor's eyes widened in horror. "I was second-in-command. They only target the commanders, I'm next."

The Doctor frowned, "No, you're not. Taylor stay here. Clara, you too. I'm going to go find out whats causing this."

With that, the Doctor swept out of the room and the buzzing of the sonic screwdriver echoed down the hall.

Taylor frowned as he watched him walk out and looked to Clara for support. "I'm just a station commander, you're the Captain of this sector. Do we let him go?"

"As much as I fear for him going out there, I think he is the best chance we have to figure out what is going on here. The trust me, the Doctor can do anything." Clara looked at Taylor, trust for the Doctor covering her face. "If there's one person I trust, it's him."

Taylor frowned, the sound of hydraulic joints decompressing echoed from his helmet. He reached up and removed it, holding it under arm as he walked over to the intercom on the desk in the center of the rusted iron room. "You sure have a lot of faith in this Doctor." He sat down and punched a few buttons, typing rapidly. "What's his name? I might be able to look him up."

"Umm, his name is uh- John... John Smith! But he prefers the Doctor" Clara grows worried, knowing her lie isn't convincing at all. "Did you find anything?"

Taylor frowned again at the computer. "Do you think I'm stupid 'Captain' Clara?" He spat out the word 'Captain' scornfully. "You realize there's no women in this sector of the Federation don't you?" He placed his hand over a button on his desk, blue eyes glinting dangerously. "Too many people have died. Tell me who you and this 'Doctor' are or I'll call in security to have you arrested and send out a platoon to capture the Doctor. This is my base now and I will not have anyone die on my watch!"

"The doctor is a hero and I am here to help him! If you don't like it we will leave." She gives him a deathly glare, before noticing something he had just said. "Why aren't there any women in the sector?"

Taylor glanced down at his desk uncomfortably. "Any woman assigned to this sector is found boiled alive in the water within their first week here. We don't know why." He moved his hand to his side and away from the distress button, sighing loudly. "Honestly, I don't think you and the Doctor are behind this. I understand if you don't want to tell me why you're here but I have to know, if you're a threat to this base you should leave now because I will not allow you to harm anyone on it." He remained deathly calm and crossed his fingers on the desk. "So, what will it be? Will you help us?"

"We originally came for a tour of the volcano... But now that there's a problem we'd be glad to help. That's what we do. Me and him!" She smiles reassuringly.

Taylor frowns, "A volcano tour?" He ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. "The tours were shut down ten years ago when all this madness started." He shook his head, "It sounds like you and the Doctor were living under a rock, miss." He grinned warmly, "But any help is welcomed." He stood up and donned his helmet, the face mask sliding down. "Now, let's go find the Doctor before he gets arrested for running around the base unauthorized."