Libra: The Scales

(Sep 23-Sep Oct)

The balanced beautifier of the horoscope family, Libra energy inspires us to seek peace, harmony and cooperation—and to do it with style and grace.

The Doctor sat on a folding chair in front of a folding table, looking down at the parts in front of him. It was a complicated mess of wires and little bits and bobs, and if he was sensible he'd be doing it in the TARDIS so he didn't lose any individual part. Especially the small, fiddly ones that'd be lost in the grass.

But he always liked the Eye of Orion, and not only because it was one of the few places he could reliably get to some of the time. It was nice to have a peaceful, graceful moment where he could focus on something without being distracted.

He did briefly wonder what Tegan and Turlough were doing. If they were smart they'd spend the time wisely, but he wouldn't be shocked if they were watching something on the Time/Space Visualizer.

"How goes your progress?" his third companion asked.

"Sorry Kamelion," the Doctor said in embarrassment. "Mind wandered again."

"Whereas mine is currently sitting in front of you," the android said. He looked at the Doctor, wearing the blank but serene expression his creator had given him.

"Yes," the Doctor admitted awkwardly, getting back to work reassembling it. Truth be told he felt slightly guilty that his messing with Kamelion's circuits had led to the robot being unable to change form, resulting in him having to awkwardly wait in the TARDIS for most adventures. Truth be told he was worried he might just forget that he was there one day.

The peaceful nature of the surrounding area was interrupted, however, by a strange humming noise. The Doctor and Kamelion looking around in confusion, before seeing what looked like a toy spaceship buzz around in the air. Gently it descended, landing on the table next to the electronic components.

Both of them watched in fascination as a group of miniature little people walked out. They were human, if humans had three arms, four legs, and were bright green. One of them stepped forward to plant a flag, only to find the point bouncing off the plastic.

"Hello," the Doctor said cheerfully, the group of aliens suddenly turning in shock to see that he was there. "I'm the Doctor. Who are you?"

"We are the mighty Skians," said their leader in a high pitched voice. "And we claim this land in the name of our people!"

"I'm sorry," the Doctor said. "But I'm afraid I own this table."

"Not any more!" cried the alien leader, once again attempting to jam the flag into the plastic. Things got even more bizarre when a second spaceship appeared, landing at the opposite end of the table. Once again the entrance hatched opening, and once again humans exited, if humans had four arms, three legs, and were bright blue. They turned to see the other visitors and immediately drew their weapons.

"Die, Skian scum!" cried the leader, dropping his flag and charging forward.

"This is the end for you, Grouner," the Skian leader replied, likewise taking up the battle. Before the two parties could meet they were stopped by a giant barrier appearing between the two of them.

"Now what's this about," the Doctor said, his arm getting in between the two tiny groups.

"Everyone knows that Skian's are nothing but evil!" the Grouner leader said, glaring up at the Doctor.

"And everyone knows that the Grouners are irredeemable," the Skian leader countered, gun still drawn.

"Well you both seem alright to me," began the Doctor, but he ignored as the two alien groups started firing at his hand. It prickled, and started to itch a bit, but wasn't doing any damage.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to stop," the Doctor said seriously, but to no avail, as he already had a few of the aliens trying to climb over his arm. Sighing he shook them off and picked up both of the spaceships, taking a few steps away from the table.

It took the aliens a moment to notice what happened, before they suddenly turned and looked at the Doctor. Fury spread across all their faces, as they planned to unite against a common enemy.

"Why are you fighting, anyway?" the Doctor asked, as he balanced to the two ships carefully.

"Because," began one, but trailed off. He glanced at his enemy, who just shrugged a response.

"Because they look different from us?" ventured one of the others with a non-committal wave, as that was clearly enough to justify it.

"My friend and I look different," the Doctor said calmly. "And yet we get along just fine."

"It is true," Kamelion agreed. "In fact we get on because of our differences. We can help each other in many different ways."

The two groups of aliens looked at these strangers in confusion. Truth be told they'd never really thought about it before.

"For example," the Doctor said, beckoning Kamelion to come over to him with a small nod of the head. "I can help my friend here by making sure his circuitry is all repaired and he is in the best condition."

"And I can help the Doctor by giving him any assistance he needs for his plans," Kamelion replied. He trusted the Doctor, as the Time Lord took two wires from him and plugged one into each ship. A quick telepathic message later, and Kamelion nodded. The wires were disconnected, the Doctor letting go of the ships to hang in the air. Gently they flew over to the table, hovering just on the other side of it.

The aliens, wary of the Doctor, decided to cut their losses and attempted to go back to their ship... only to find things not quite working as planned. It seemed as if the ships had a mind of their own.

"What have you done?" one of the leaders growled angrily.

"I used my friend here to put your ship into a perfect equilibrium," the Doctor explained. "The closer you try to get to your ship, the further away it'll get."

"I see," said the other leader. "So the first to get to their ship will have the advantage? You hear that soldiers? Get to the ship at all cost!" The army charged forward, the ship suddenly moving away from the table. Not that it mattered to the aliens, who happily jumped off and continued to chase it.

The other aliens, meanwhile, had problems of their own. As their enemy ship moved away, their ship moved off in the opposite direction. Quickly they took chase after their ship, determined to get it back.

"It appears they didn't listen to you Doctor," said Kamelion, as the two groups of aliens got further and further apart. The Doctor sighed and sat back down at the table, gathering up the bits and bobs so he could finish somewhere more quiet.

"Eventually they'll figure out that they'd need to go towards the other ship in order to get back into their own," the Doctor said. "Which will naturally force them to work together. It'll be hard for them to be enemies when they need to co-operate."

"When do you think they'll figure that out?" Kamelion asked.

"Oh I don't know," the Doctor said. "But I'm sure they'll get there eventually. Come on. Lets finish this over that hill. I want to have this finished before the others come back."

"Whatever you say friend," Kamelion replied, picking up the table and helping the Time Lord moved it. The Doctor couldn't help but smile. Kamelion might not join them on many adventures, but he hoped the legend of his friend would continue long after he left.