CHAPTER 10:
DUMMY RUN
NOTICE TO ALL PERSONNEL
First, robotic Yeti with oversized ball bearings controlling them. Next, homicidal cyborgs who removed emotion from their brains. And now, window shop dummies. Thankfully, the cover-up is being handled by C19, as I would be hard-pressed to explain how a bunch of mannequins came to life and began shooting down civilians left, right, and centre with guns in their hands. Literally, they have energy weapons built into their hands. It sounds ridiculous, though the reality is frightening. More and more, I feel like the protagonist of a low-budget science fiction television serial. And I've just remembered, I have to pay my licence fee.
Anyway, despite the interference of a doppelganger version of General Scobie, created by the Nestene Intelligence (the responsible party for this invasion, which looked, according to the Doctor and Doctor Shaw, like a massive molesting squid), and our two Doctors breaking into Madame Tussauds, we successfully launched an attack on the plastics factory. Hibbert was apparently dead thanks to Channing, who then set the Nestene creature on the Doctor. Thankfully, he had cooked up some sort of device that destroyed the creature, though not before he got rather too-intimately acquainted with its tentacles. With that, I think the Doctor has re-established his bona fides, and he is now Chief Scientific Advisor to UNIT, with Doctor Shaw as his assistant.
SPECIFIC NOTICES TO PERSONNEL:
Captain Munro: In future, man, even if a superior officer demands an artifact you are still analysing, refer it to me! Especially if he behaves differently and looks like someone smeared Vaseline all over his face! I am transferring you back to the regular army. There, you can take orders from the real Scobie, who, I am given to understand, enjoyed his time being forced to imitate his own waxwork at Madame Tussauds. 'So many people were adoring me', he told me.
Dr Shaw: I'm sorry that you feel that you are being relegated to a lab assistant to the Doctor. Rest assured, it won't boil down to you passing him test tubes and telling him how wonderful he is. Besides, I am sure working with a centuries-old alien on a broken time machine is interesting for one of your capabilities. Your request for large quantities of high-proof alcohol to erase the image of the Doctor being molested by an alien squid is denied, though. Just buy it in the mess like everyone else.
The Doctor: You're no longer on probation, but please stop saying that the Nestene creature turned you into, and I quote, 'the victim of a tentacle hentai'. I have no idea what that is, and I am sure I do not want to know. Otherwise, I fear that I may wish to grant Doctor Shaw's request for large quantities of alcohol, if only I may partake of it myself. And I doubt your real name is 'Doctor John Smith'. I may not be versed on alien naming convention, but I am sure your parents didn't choose one of the most common names in the English language. Finally, I hope you are not going to spend your allotted budget on antique cars. UNIT is a serious organisation, not an automobile club!
A MEDICAL NOTICE FROM DOCTOR ELIZABETH SHAW:
If any UNIT personnel have any reliable means of erasing traumatic images from memory, please see me as soon as possible.
(Handwritten below)
I can help. I have a memory worm, but we'll have to be careful, lest it erase everything, including your doctorates, your school years, and your toilet training. The White Guardian knows I'll probably need it myself…
-The Doctor
CHAPTER 10 ANNOTATIONS:
Sorry about the wait, again. I was spurred to write a new chapter by the renewal of one of this fic's inspirations. jesakofedo has recently started a revamp of Neon Genesis Evangelion: A Missive from the Commander, called Neon Genesis Evangelion: Rebuild of A Missive from the Commander. So, here it is. The latest chapter of this fic, and with it, the events of Spearhead from Space ends. It'll probably be some time before I post the next chapter, which will begin Doctor Who and the Silurians.
No numbered annotations this time.