The Colonies of Olympus

Part 2:

The Alliance of Thirteen

"Doctor, where are we?" Gio asked as they skulked along one of the empty corridors.

"We're on our way to find my first incarnation, the original and most belligerent version of myself. We're going to need his help to find all my other selves. We're all going to work together to bring down the Cybermen before they do something overwhelmingly unpleasant." The Doctor said as they stopped before a door.

"Is this his room?" Gio asked curiously.

"Yes. I can't believe I'm resorting to this." The Doctor said mournfully, rapping sharply on the door. There was a momentary silence and then the door opened revealing an old man with a receding hairline, what little hair remained had turned white with age. He was holding a walking cane.

"Yes, what do you want?" The old man barked, startling Gio who then stared at her Doctor.

"Ooh! Hark at the mouth on you!" she said flicking her Doctor on the ear.

"What are you talking about you silly girl? He's not The Doctor, I am! Unless… oh no, you're not are you?" The First Doctor asked.

"I'm afraid so. I'm the Eighth to be precise." The Eighth Doctor said, clearly finding the encounter highly awkward.

"I can't even begin to think what would possess me to wear a cravat! You look ridiculous! What do you want anyway?" The First Doctor said, his rudeness severely grating against Gio.

"I need your help to summon all of our other incarnations together." The Eighth Doctor said, urgency in his voice.

"All thirteen incarnations are on Olympus?" The First Doctor blustered.

"Yes! But we…" The Eighth Doctor began before being interrupted once more.

"Well that is absolutely ridiculous! Thirteen Doctors is too much for one universe let alone one planet!" The First Doctor ranted.

"Doctor, will you shut up!" Gio bellowed at the top of her lungs, causing the First Doctor to be shocked into silence.

"Well, that was unexpected." The Eighth Doctor said looking at Gio with admiration.

"Just get on with explaining the situation to him, before he finds his voice." Gio snapped.

"Right. Doctor, Olympus isn't actually a hotel, it's a Cyber-Converter. The Cybermen are kidnapping all the guests and turning them into new Cyber-Soldiers and now that all thirteen incarnations of us are in one location, the Cybermen are going to eliminate us all. The thirteen of us are going to have to work together to escape and destroy this place to prevent the Cybermen declaring war on the universes." The Eighth Doctor said quickly, his tone full of urgency.

"Well that doesn't sound good at all. In fact, that sounds downright alarming, what can I do to help?" The First Doctor asked, the severity of the situation humbling him somewhat.

"Help me find the other eleven Doctors." The Eight Doctor said.

"Of course." The First Doctor responded, producing his sonic screwdriver.

A lengthy search later…

All thirteen Doctors assembled at one table in one of the many luxury restaurants on Olympus. It was deserted apart from the thirteen Time Lords. The plan for how to proceed in stopping the Cybermen had been painstakingly planned, but there was one Doctor who wasn't happy.

"Why do I have to be the one who breaks into the control room? It's the most dangerous task, so why does it fall to me?" The Fifth Doctor said, his minor tantrum causing all the other Doctors to shake their heads in shame.

"Because you are the only Doctor cocky enough to think they could cope without a sonic screwdriver." The Sixth Doctor said, his anger flaring. The meeting was about to break down once more when a voice spoke up from the far end of the table.

"I'll do it." Said the voice, rising above all others. The other Doctors looked down the table at The Doctor who had spoken up.

"Which one are you?" The Fourth Doctor asked.

"Thirteen." The Thirteenth Doctor stated boldly, his face was obscured by the hood and balaclava he was wearing.

"Are you sure you are prepared to do this?" The Eleventh Doctor asked.

"I am on my last legs anyway, I would rather end my legacy as a hero. I would rather die stopping a monumental threat than dying in a bed somewhere." The Thirteenth Doctor said earnestly, his head bowed.

"You are truly the bravest of us all, let us see your face Doctor." The Fourth Doctor said, proud that he would one day become that man.

"I'm afraid not. That would be too much of a spoiler." The Thirteenth Doctor said, his left hand raised slightly in silent protest.

"Well, now we are settled on this matter, let's bring Olympus crumbling down." The Eighth Doctor said and all of The Doctors voiced their support. Twelve of The Doctors headed for the lobby and the Thirteenth Doctor headed for the Control Room. The twelve Doctors arrived at the lobby and the Concierge looked up.

"Ah Doctors, you're leaving already?" The unnaturally happy Concierge asked.

"Yes yes, I'm afraid so." The Fourth Doctor said brusquely.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Was the service you received not of a high enough standard?" The Concierge asked.

"The service was fine, but secretly building an armada of Cybermen makes us think that this isn't the holiday destination for us." The Eleventh Doctor quipped.

"Yes, rather than staying here, we're leaving and destroying this conversion facility in the process." The Tenth Doctor said before using his sonic screwdriver to shut off the annoyingly chirpy hologram. The Eighth Doctor reached into his jacket and produced a sonic screwdriver, handing it to the Fifth Doctor.

"It's my spare, you'll need it to teleport yourself back onto your TARDIS." The Eight Doctor explained. All twelve Doctors activated their screwdrivers as one and they dematerialized from the lobby and rematerialized in their respective TARDISes. A hologram appeared in all of The TARDISes, it was the Thirteenth Doctor.

"The shields are down Doctors, you can now safely get out of here." He said. All the Doctors nodded, set their co-ordinates and the twelve TARDISes materialised around Olympus. All the Doctors plugged their sonic screwdrivers into their TARDIS consoles and set it to transmit a highly destructive signal concentrated on Olympus.

The Thirteenth Doctor stood in the control room and used the controls to disrupt the assembly of the Cyber-Army. It wasn't long before an alarm sounded and two high-ranking Cybermen broke through the Control Room to see the Thirteenth Doctor brandishing his sonic screwdriver.

"You will be deleted!" The Cybermen said in their threatening synthesised voices.

"I don't think so. You see, at this very moment my other twelve incarnations are bombarding this planet's operational systems with an incredibly powerful destructive sonic frequency. All it will take to reduce Olympus to dust is for me to transmit the same frequency. My screwdriver is already set to that frequency, all I need to do is press this little button to transmit it. Now, I am pretty sure I can press this button before you can, as you say: delete me. So, if I were you, I'd take a big step back." The Thirteenth Doctor said, his voice loud and authoritative. The Cybermen stood still before stretching out their arms, electricity crackling along the palms of their hands. They took a step forward.

"You will be deleted!" The Cybermen bellowed. The Thirteenth Doctor then pressed the button.

The twelve Doctors watched Olympus explode, completely obliterating everything on board. Each Doctor saluted the wreckage, silently respectful of Thirteen's sacrifice. One by one, the TARDISes vanished until only the Eighth Doctor's TARDIS remained. Gio approached The Doctor who was hunched over the viewing screen, watching the wreckage of Olympus drift out into space.

"Doctor? It's okay, you have another five deaths to go through before you have to die on Olympus. You have plenty of time to live, I mean, you're a Time Lord! You have every existing second of time at your disposal, so use it!" she said, her voice loud and excitable. Gio's motivational pep talk seemed to do the trick as The Doctor whirled around with a huge smile on his face.

"You're absolutely right Gio! So, where do you want to go? The whole of Time and Space is your oyster!" The Doctor cried out, his usual excitement proving infectious as Gio began smiling. She ran over and looked at the panel that told her when and where they were.

"Can you randomise this by any chance?" Gio asked.

"I thought you'd never ask!" The Doctor said brightly. A panel opened up next to the When and Where panel. A lever rose up from out of the panel. The Doctor pulled the lever and the date, planet and era counters spun wildly, so it resembled a fruit machine by Lord Byron. The counters slowed to a stop and The TARDIS engine roared into life as they began hurtling through the Time Vortex towards their new destination. The Doctor looked at their randomly selected destination.

"Interesting…" he murmured to himself.

Lying in a dark corner of time and space was a TARDIS that hadn't been entered for a very long time. There was a series of flashes and a woman materialised next to the console.

"Track the trajectory of The Doctor." She commanded and a holographic time map appeared, showing when and where The Doctor was headed.

"Interesting." She mumbled. She set her TARDIS to follow The Doctor's without alerting him to her presence. She looked down at the clothes that were hanging off her and groaned. Scientists knew so much about the workings of the universe, but oh so little about clothes. She headed to The TARDISes changing rooms to find a new outfit. The Master had to obsessions: destroying The Doctor and always dressing the part. She had to do the latter before getting to the former. She laughed as she walked down the corridor knowing that The Doctor's end was nigh.

End of Story 2, Part 2.

Coming Next: The Ethereals