First time writing a Doctor Who fanfiction.
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Thank you.
Kindly Do Not Touch
Someone had called him. He didn't know who, but it was there. A call for help. The Doctor was needed. The TARDIS interior shook as it rocketed through the stars. The Doctor held on, tightly, trying his hardest to stabilize his ship.
"Come on, girl! Hold steady! Don't want to go crashing into a cliff side." The Doctor pleaded, trying to hold down four buttons at once. Soon, he felt the TARDIS slow and land gently on solid, he prayed, ground.
"Alright, then. Let's have a look outside. Allonz-y!" he turned, then frowned. He wasn't used to being alone quite yet. Shrugging off the sadness, he opened the TARDIS door, checked to make sure he didn't fall to his doom in a fiery pit, and stepped outside.
At first glance, he could tell something was wrong. The thick white patches of what the Doctor assumed was this planet's grass was charred black and stained a deep red color. The trees were nicked, some even cut down, and the leaves were black and wrinkled. The Doctor walked over to a tree and touched one of it's black leaves. It crunched and fell in tiny pieces. Dead. It seemed everything on this planet was dead or dying.
"Halt!" the Doctor spun around, and came face-to-face with the barrel of a very large energy canon.
"Oh, dear." he raised his hands slowly. "Unarmed. Don't like weapons." The Doctor attempted to look over the barrel, "And I'd appreciate it if you dropped yours, thank you." The barrel slowly lowered, and the Doctor saw a woman. Her skin was a light shade of purple with speckles of orange and stunning pink eyes. Her hair was black, and pulled into three separate ponytails, tied with pink rings. She was dressed in blue armor, obviously prepared for an assault.
"You're," her eyes traced his figure, and she raised a hand to her right ear. A blue lens snapped out, and the Doctor noticed it was scanning him, "You're not from here. How did you get here without detection?"
"Beg pardon?"
"Don't act stupid!" the woman snapped. "This planet is under quarantine. No life form can enter or leave Teriarn!"
"Teriarn," the Doctor looked around. "Why are you under quarantine?"
"You really are a moron, aren't you?" the woman looked utterly flabbergasted. "Just who are you?"
"Answer my question first, and I'll answer yours." the Doctor winked.
"Something's loose on this planet. It's changing us." the woman glanced down at her weapon. "We've quarantined the planet to keep it from escaping." The Doctor raised an eye brow.
"Something? What sort of something?" the woman shifted the weight of her weapon.
"Answer my question. Who are you?" The Doctor sighed.
"I'm the Doctor." the woman blinked.
"The Doctor? Doctor of what?"
"Of everything." he smiled at her confused face. "So, what is this something that's loose?" the woman nodded.
"Follow me, I'll explain on the way." It was the Doctor's turn to look confused.
"The way to where?"
Where happened to be a rundown building. By the interior, it seemed to have been a school. Now, children hid rather than learned, and adults protected, rather than teach. The woman, whom the Doctor learned was named Archrilla, explained the something was like a ball. Bouncy, and made of metal and hatred and whatever it came into contact with was filled with rage, and would attack anyone or anything close by. Archrilla's race was called the Lilartiks, and were known for their peaceful demeanor, so attacking others was highly unlike them.
"It's been bouncing around for nearly a hundred years." Archrilla said, solemnly, "No one wants to help stop it and lock it back up. They're all too busy fighting." she sighed. "Teriarn is a small planet. It would only take half a lunar cycle to walk around. We could find it and put it back and everything would be back to normal."
"Yeah, sorry, but," the Doctor scratched his head, "put it back where?"
"It's box."
Archrilla and the Doctor entered a room at the far back of the school; the only room with a roof still overhead. The two stepped over the fallen pieces of wood, and headed towards a table at the far end. It was the only thing still standing.
"It had alien writing on it. We've deciphered the languages, but we don't - "
"Languages? As in more than one?" The Doctor looked at Archrilla, who nodded.
"Yes. Eleven, to be precise." the Doctor whistled.
"Someone obviously wanted a point made across. What does it say?"
"I'd have told you if you hadn't interrupted." Archrilla frowned. "We've deciphered what it says, but we don't have a meaning for the word."
The Doctor looked over. "Just one word? In eleven alien languages?" Archrilla nodded. "What is this one word?"
"Look for yourself." Archrilla stopped and pointed towards the table. The Doctor walked forward and put on his glasses. On the table was the fore mentioned box. It was simple in design, metal. Links of chain and three large locks were laid around it, as if waiting to be used. As Archrilla said, the box had writing on it. The Doctor assumed it was many different languages, but the TARDIS translated each writing into a single word. The single word struck a cord, and he couldn't see how he had missed all the signs.
"What does it say, Doctor?" Archrilla stepped forward. "What does it mean?" the Doctor shook his head, removed his glasses and looked at Archrilla.
"It says 'war'."