And were back, sorry I thought I'd post this sooner, but I had to finish it up, and I just started watching Supernatural. Whoch is severly addicting I've gone through the entire first season just this week. Starting wendsday. I've also been working on a Merlin fic and a novel, so bit of a crazy hobbieness going on, but here is the new chapter starring as promised The Master!
Master:Finally, I actuallly get to do something.
PW: Don't be so darn picky, It's hard getting a new alien race
Master:I can tell their not the scariest things I've seen
PW: Ya well they're not supposed to be scary! thier supposed to be normal
Master:You might want to fix your defenition of Normal...
Pw: Oh shove off and do the disclaimer
Master ...fine..PunkWolf32 doesn't own me, Jenny, The Earth, Nebraska or Doctor WHo. She does however own the alien race featured in this chapter, so if you want to use them ASK Girst...Happy?
Pw: Very! Now enjoy!
Balangay, NEBRASKA, USA, SOL-2
Balangay was simply just another farm town in Nebraska. Their main produce being corn and squash. Though there were also a few dairy farmers, and an old coal mine. It wasn't anything spectacular or even mildly interesting. Though there wasn't really much in Nebraska you could even consider being spectacular or mildly interesting. It was altogether a rather simple(read:dull) place to live. It was most certainly not a vacation spot, or the home of any interesting ideas or historical events. Even those that did exist were often forgotten, or even overlooked by the rest of the world and even the Nebraskans themselves.
Which is why it came as a great surprise, to even such an intellect as the Master's, that it was the host to an alien invasion. Well, uprising more like. The Doctiles had crash landed their arkship on earth three generations or so ago. They had found themselves on a planet of beings that looked mostly like they did, expect their ears were a bit bigger and their noses a bit smaller, and their physique just not quite right. The planets residents, who called themselves humans, had simply assumed they were immigrants(which technically they were, though just from another planet, not another country as the humans presumed) and didn't look at them twice. The first generation of Doctiles, were simply happy to have somewhere to call home. They went along with the humans assumptions and integrated themselves within the society. The second generation grew up with the humans, and rather enjoyed being included, though they often found the humans' technology infuriatingly ancient at times. It was only when science fiction books started coming out that the Doctiles became unhappy with their lot in life.
The Master knew that most of what the humans called "science-fiction" focused on the "possibility" of life on other planets. Though they were usually hilariously inaccurate, the note of truth they hit upon had a tendency to dig itself it one's mind. It didn't help that much of science fiction depicted aliens as war happy races, and often led to their ultimate extinction. The Doctiles worried that if the human's were ever to discover their existence, that they would attempt to eradicate them too. Though do to the fact that most humans treated these stories as utter nonsense those worries simply stayed worries.
That is until the Information Age. When humans started making computers, and sending ships into outer space, things started to get scary. They creeped ever closer to the discovery of alien races, and the discovery of the very one hidden amongst them. The worry hedged into the minds of the third generation, and as they slowly grew up human technology speedily advanced. That decision though was the reason the Master was in the middle of Nebraska, hiding in a coal mine. It was dank and dusty, and not at all the kind of place the Master liked to frequent. But there was a meeting for an alien uprising and consequential conquering of Earth. From what the Master had previously learned the Docitiles were extremely intelligent creatures, and more than capable of conquering the human race. Something the Master couldn't let them do under any circumstances. It was his job to conquer Earth, he couldn't allow some no good pacifist alien race do it first.
Normally The Master would simply let the Doctor deal with these types of things. But ever since the Silence had marked the Doctor as wanted and he'd pulled his damned disappearing act, the Master was left to clean up the trash himself. It wasn't a task he was particularly happy about, but it was a necessary one. So here sat the Master in an abandoned coal mine listening to bunch of scared people confess their fears. A couple of the more radical ones spoke up loudly about the need to destroy humans, but the whole thing felt like a waste of his time. That was until a more intelligent member of the group asked why they were in Nebraska.
That's when the Master perked up and adjusted his perch on the rafters above the hollow where the group was gathered. Finally they were talking about something meaningful. The Master wasn't much for crouching in shadows, but he needed to know more before he made his move. He was always one step ahead, and if he wanted to keep things that way he'd have to sit back and observe first, even if that meant balancing on a piece of wood spying.
"Because, this is America's heartland. If we can take over the farms we'll have a better foothold. We'll be able to sustain ourselves, and deplete their food supply. That's why."
The Docitile who spoke had spent most of the meeting slouched against one of the barns supporting posts. He was a younger member of the group. WIth brown hair brown eyes a long face and pointy nose he rather reminded the Master of one of Earth's rodents. He pulled himself up straight when addressing the group.
"Now, that you've all calmed down a bit we can start discussing an actual plan. I think we should first start with-"
The Master had leaned over the edge of the rafter to make sure he could hear better, he strained his ears, and leaned over as far as he could. Then all of a sudden a tremor ran through his body unbalancing him. With his torso already hanging over the edge, his grip slipped and he tumbled over landing with a hard thud on the ground much to the shock of the gathered aliens. The Master looked up and tried for a sheepish smile but all he could think was Someone just came through the time vortex. There was only one person The Master knew could cause such a tremor, and he had a few questions he'd like to ask them.
TA DAH! The Master and The Dcoilites! Dun dun dun! I don't actually have much to say on this cahpter but if you have any questions feel free to Pm me or start typing in the box below.
Also it has come to my attention that my prolouge that was supposed to be at the end of the original version of this stroy may not have actually been posted(darn bipolar computer)
Master: the problem is between the chair and the keybord
Please don't qupte my Web Design teacher it's rather creepy. ANyways if you guys would like to read it I can post it here.
Next chapter will feature the first meeting between our Portagonists! so look forward too that. The chapter pribably won't be up till late next week early the week after because I have some school projects to finish up, and then there's the Supernatural...
Also if anyone has an idea for a christmas one-shot I want to writ e one so shoot!
That's it I'm done. Please review, it helps remind me to write!
