Lupus Rising

by Darius Blake

"What did this to you?" the Doctor asked. The man looked back at him with a crooked grin, "Who do ya think, ya dingus. Same enemy we've been fightin' for months. The Lupan." A first adventure for my 13th doctor. The Doctor finds himself in a Base on Vulpana, that has taken to mining silver to fight off the natives. Can the Doctor broker a truce between the two sides? Please Review.

2. Chapter 2

"I'm sorry, This may seem a bit of an odd question, but... The who-now?"

"The Lupan. We've been at war with the bastards for months. How can you not know them?"

"Yeah well, I'm not from 'round here." The doctor said, a smirk flickering across his face. "Speaking of... Where exactly is here? The gravity is about... 90% Earth gravity? Yeah that sounds about right, so... where am I?"

"Really? Come on, mate. You can't seriously not know what planet you're on, right?"

"It actually happens a lot more often than you'd think." the doctor deadpanned, not looking up from the man's wound. He fished around in his pocket, pulling out a candle, three mobile telephones and a battered leather wallet before arriving at the object he was looking for. It was a gunmetal black rod, about 8 inches long and capped of at one end by three bulb tipped claws of the same black metal. It hummed gently as the doctor scanned the wound, the claws spinning slowly. The doctor stopped, held the device up and stared at it for a few minutes before standing.

"Ok, good news! The wound is not infected and there's no organ damage." he said with a grin.

The man raised an eyebrow, "An' what' the bad news?"

"Does there have to be bad news? Why is there this necessity for there to be something wrong? Do people just love to assume there's is a problem?"

"Is there?"

"... Maybe... probably... Ok, Yes, there is. The blood isn't clotting. If you don't get that sorted out, you're going to bleed out." The doctor groaned.

He bounced on his heals and strolled over to the window, and cleared his throat. "Aha! The Loupeire System, in the 22nd century. Humankind out amongst the stars. Now, if memory serves, the only human out post in the early 22nd century is... is..." He tailed off. He continued in barely a whisper, "It's Vulpana. I knew a girl from here once, lovely young lady... tried to rip my throat out... can't win them all, I suppose."

He spun to face the injured man, his black coat flaring behind him.

"So... you are at war with the locals? Is this why you got all this Triphase silver refinement going on? Because it seems like this base wasn't really built for the the job. The refiners are cobbled together from spare parts."

A sullen quiet settled.