Martha ran down the corridors following the Doctor.
"Why can't we be taken prisoner in the morning?" she said.
They arrived at the control room. It was once again swarming with men with Captain Woolks in the middle of the room. He noticed the Doctor and motioned for him to come near.
"They have us in their energy field." Woolks explained. "They're draining our power source as we speak."
"Is it the pira-I mean the Firras?" Martha questioned.
"I'm afraid so." The Doctor replied.
Suddenly a large screen appeared in front of Woolks, the Doctor, and Martha. A green, scaly face peered back at the group. To Martha it looked like mutated lizard. The creature had dark green scales with ugly yellow eyes and no hair. It was growling, or at least it looked like it was growling to Martha, and when it opened its mouth she could see rows and rows of white pointed teeth. From what Martha could see, it looked to be wearing a deep purple jumpsuit. When the creature started to speak it sounded gritty and rough.
"Woolks, were is my money?" it asked.
"Belsmath, I told you last time, we still don't have enough to give you yet." Woolks replied.
"Liar!" the creature named Belsmath cried.
"It is the truth!" Woolks replied. "We need to make this last delivery and I swear to you we will return and give you the rest!"
"I'm tired of your empty promises!" Belsmath hissed. "You may have gotten away last time, but now I have you in my ship's energy field. It's impossible for you to escape now!"
The Doctor stepped forward. "Is it possible for a negotiation?" he asked.
Belsmath glared at the Doctor. "Who are you?"
"I'm the Doctor. And I see no reason why we can't negotiate."
"Mind your own business!" Belsmath spat.
"I'm making this my business!" the Doctor returned. "You still have Woolks cargo. If you let him go he can collect his payment and bring it back to you. And if he doesn't, you'll be able to find him again using the codes on the cargo you stole. I see nothing wrong with letting his ship go."
Belsmath scowled at the Doctor. "How dare you meddle in our affairs! It matters not if we let this ship go. We will capture them again and we will be fed the same lies of how they still don't have enough payment. We need more slaves and this ship carries many men…they will make fine slaves!"
"NO!" the Doctor cried.
"Tiny being!" Belsmath roared. Suddenly the ship violently shook. Men were thrown from side to side. Many of them were trying to scurry to the exit in order to save themselves. The Doctor held on to Martha so she wouldn't be caught up in the sea of escaping men. After the panic was over and most of the men out of the control room, the Doctor helped Martha up to her feet. It seemed that they were the only ones left in the room. Woolks had mysteriously disappeared in the crowd. Martha looked around. It seemed that they weren't the only ones left in the room. There, standing in front of the screen, was the blue haired boy. He was standing there, fists clenched, glaring at Belsmath. Belsmath cackled happily.
"Look at how they ran!" he cried with delight. "Little weak beings!"
The Doctor was just about to say something but was interrupted by a small, light voice.
"Hey, ugly!"
Belsmath looked to where the voice was coming from. It was the boy. He was still glaring with fury.
"You dare insult me?!" Belsmath cried. He locked eyes with the boy.
"Yes, I do." The boy said.
Martha suddenly noticed a change in the boy' face. He was looking Belsmath dead in the eyes, not blinking once. The odd thing was that his eyes started to get brighter and brighter. Martha looked up at the Doctor. He was staring intently at the boy with a hard look on his face, studding his every move. Martha looked back at Belsmath and noticed that his face was changing also. His eyes became very large and his mouth hung open.
"Now," the boy continued in a dreamy voice. "You will take your ship and you will leave us alone. You will go back to your planet and you won't ever bother us for money again. Understand?"
"Yes. I understand fully." Belsmath replied in a state like tone. And with that the screen vanished and the Doctor, Martha, and the boy were alone. The boy took a deep breath.
"That should keep them away for a while." He said.
"What in the hell was that?" Martha asked.
"That was mind control." The Doctor replied not taking his gaze off the boy.
Martha looked at the boy. Suddenly she realized that he looked familiar. She imagined him with longer hair and lighter skin and a goddess like demeanor. She gasped. "It's you! The girl from my dream!"
The girl gave Martha a weak smile.
The Doctor looked intensely at the being. "Who are you?" he asked.
The girl straightened herself up and narrowed her eyes.
"I am Nerasopha Acciolatora. The last princess of the Alatorians."