Clara turned to Taylor, fury flashing in her eyes. "Seriously? I know that your mad about them trying to kill off your people but that doesn't mean you need to take revenge and kill all of them. Murder is never the solution. You make me feel disgusted to call myself a human being. You have to let the Doctor speak with them, otherwise, there will be a full blown war."

Taylor looked down in shame, "It's the only solution we have." He looked at the Doctor, "I'll let you reason with them- but on one condition."

The Doctor frowned, "Which is?"

Taylor activated the holographic display on his wrist cuff, "It's six 'o' clock right now, you have thirty minutes to reason with the beasts. During that time, Stokes and I will be setting up explosives around the base of the volcano." Taylor looked at the Doctor, pure determination emitting off of him. "If you're not out in thirty minutes you'll be buried alive with the beasts you want to save so desperately."

The Doctor stepped forward, his face dangerously close to Taylor's helmet, "They aren't beasts; they're sentient, intelligent! And they're scared- scared of you."

Taylor stepped back, tapping his wrist cuff to activate a thirty minutes countdown, refusing to meet the Doctor's eyes. "Thirty minutes, Doctor. You better get going."

"Thirty minutes! Are you bloody insane? There's no way the Doctor can get in and out in that time!" Clara yelled at Taylor.

"I'm sorry- but we are out of options. Hundreds of men have been killed, and I will stop this even if it means blowing up every single one of these creatures. I was given a mission and I will follow through with it." Taylor responds looking Clara in the eye.

"But... You'll kill the Doctor in the process! Are you prepared to kill an innocent man?"

"Collateral damage."

Clara looks at him with pure loathing and then says, in a very serious voice. "Then you'll have to kill me too because I'm going with him."

Taylor nodded grimly, "I will do whatever it takes to defend this planet from outside and inside threats."

"Come on, Clara!" The Doctor called over his shoulder as he descended deeper into the volcano. "We don't have time to fight this."

"Good luck." Taylor called after them grimly, setting the first explosive.

The Doctor huffed as he walked down the tunnel, heat shimmering in the air. "Clara, I want you to let me do the talking, they might not want to negotiate and they may just try to kill us on the spot."

He pulled out the sonic and began to walk faster, following the sonic's lead. Occasionally, the sonic's buzzing would fade to near silent and the Doctor would have to turn around and follow a different path in the winding tunnels as they approached the Sereia's home. "Twenty minutes." He muttered to himself, not noticing the figures up ahead.

"Halt!" A harsh grating voice, deeper than the Sereia who had been murdered at Taylor's hand, vibrated throughout the tunnel. "State your business, humans!" A large Sereia stood glaring at them at the end of the tunnel, gripping a large, black spear tightly in his right hand.

"Ah! Hello!" The Doctor called cheerfully, "I'm the Doctor, this is Clara! Can-"

The Sereia roared, "This is irrelevant! State your business, now!"

The Doctor remained unfazed as he straightened his bow tie, and stood on his tiptoes to look the Sereia directly in the eyes. "I have important information that could change the fate of your whole civilization. So," The Doctor grinned cheekily, "Take me to your leader."

Clara smiled at the Doctor's geekyness. "You are such a dork," she whispered to him.

The Doctor grinned as he followed the big Sereia into a large cavern, decorated with veins of gold and an assortment of shells and metals. The Doctor spun in a circle, admiring the naturally carved cave.

Sereia moved about all in the cavern; some resting in hot springs bubbling on the floor while others bustled about, heading out into side tunnels leading even deeper into the tunnel.

Suddenly, a scream shattered the hustle and bustle atmosphere, "Human!"

The Doctor and Clara instantly became the center of attention in the cavern, or more like the center of aggression. Sereia spit, kicked, and clawed out at them. The Doctor frowned in fury as Clara received a particularly strong kick to the stomach. He lifted his finger to his mouth and let out a loud shush.

The whole crowd fell silent instantly, the Doctor glared out at the crowd. "Clara, are you okay?"

"Yeah... I'll be fine. Don't worry about me, just solve this problem!" Clara insisted, "And you!" She turned to the Sereia who had kicked her, "Watch it! My stomach is sensitive!"

The Doctor shot an encouraging look at Clara before facing the crowd, raising himself to his full height. The crowd stared back silently, still recovering from the Doctor's shush. "That only works on beings with underdeveloped brains." He commented to Clara.

The crowd slowly stared to regain their senses and began to hiss and kick again, "It also only works once." The Doctor added hurriedly.

"Stop! What is the meaning of this?"

The Doctor grinned, "I believe that would be our man."

A small Sereia in a regal, flowing robe stepped forward, greatly dwarfed by the group of full-sized Sereia surrounding it. "Hello." The little Sereia greeted, crossing his arms. "I am Prime, the leader of the Sereia."

The Doctor grinned and eagerly shook Prime's hand, much to the little Sereia's chagrin. "Hello Prime! I'm the Doctor, this is Clara!"

"Greetings." Prime nodded his piscean head. "Now, if you would excuse my rudeness, would you mind telling me why you are here? Its not often we get visitors, and human visitors at that, and to put it quite bluntly- visitors are not welcome." Prime narrowed his eyes, crossing his robed arms.

The Doctor's grin vanished as he remembered the reason for their visit. "You all are in grave danger."

Prime scoffed, "From who?"

"The United Federation of Ignitus."

Prime paled, a rather interesting look on the little Sereia's fish-like face. "What is the nature of this threat?"

"Total annihilation, the Federation will stop at nothing to completely exterminate your race."

"Ah," Prime looked down sadly. "I imagined something like that."

The Doctor grinned, "But they sent me to negotiate with you! I can stop this, you just need to say the word and your people are saved. They just want peace."

"No, they don't! They will enslave us the second we stop our raids! There can not be peace between our races!" Prime growled, the crowd cheering in agreement.

"But you all will die! The Sereia will become extinct!"

Prime straightened his back, "If that is the price of our freedom and pride, so be it."