A/N: Hello everyone. Sorry for the incredibly long absence. I've been getting my life in order, and have determined myself to finishing this story. I already have then ending planned out and everything. Without further ado, enjoy the rest of the story!
"Okay, okay, okay, okay. Just just just—" The Doctor stammered, gesturing for the Cyberpeople to stop. "Hear me out! You're a loooooong way from home, right? But, but! I'm the only one here who knew what you were, what a Cyberman was. That has to constitute something." The Doctor searched his mind frantically for a way out, followed by a way to stop the Cyberman. "And you don't want to kill the only thing that can help you!" The Cybermites stopped, and startd doing something much more terrifying. They started talking.
"We were— We were on our wa—way back to the Cy—Cy—Cyber legion." Tsubaki said with difficulty, using a monotone, somewhat auto tuned voice. "Resupplying the—the 32nd flee—fleet with supplies to up—up—upgrade the local pop—populace in the war." Tsubaki shuddered as the Cybermites struggled to control the vocal units within her.
The Doctor nodded nervously. "So, you're on your way to resupply. And, and you…?" He gestured for them to continue.
"We—we fell." Black star said, in the same monotone and auto tuned voice. "Through a cra—cra—crack in time. We fell into a—a—spacial slip." The Cybermites sparked and smoked a bit. "And we la—landed. And we—we waited."
"Aaahhh." The Doctor wlpped his hands in his pockets. His whole persona changed now, from nervous to confident. He knew what to do. "So you fell into this universe, and thought it was, oh, I don't know, some crash landing." He strode around the pod, watched carefully by the mites.
"Doctor. What are you doing?!" Maka asked forcefully, clearly shaken by the situation. Her friends were just practically killed before her eyes, and now she feared the same would happen to her.
"Something brilliant." The Doctor continued. "So: you needed a way home, so you sent out a distress signal. But poor old Cybermen. No one came, did they?" He said with fake sympathy. "Too bad! So you waited in the ground, and lo and behold comes along death itself!" He clapped his hands for exaggerated effect. "Builds a great big ol' city right on top of you! And, since no one is coming to your rescue, you decide the next best thing. Revert to your prime directive: convert and perfect." His presence changed to a solemn mood, the same one that gave him the nickname 'the oncoming storm'. "But there's a problem." He said sternly. "I'm here. And, if you value anything above conversion, then you'll get out of their heads and go back to your hibernation for tho next 450 years or so."
"We—we cannot." Tsubaki said, stepping forward. "We—we will make hu—humanity perfect. We—we will re—remove fear and—"
"Yeah, yeah, don't start!" The Doctor cut her off mid monotone sentence. "So what, changing humanity? How are you supposed to help humans when thou can't even help yourselves?"
"What do you—you mean by th—this?" Black Star said.
"Well, I mean, look at this place!" The Doctor said, making a sweeping motion towards the underground cavern. "It's not exactly Shangri La, that's for sure!" The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "I mean, you're just so careless with your stuff. So careless, in fact, that you left the panel of your transport pod open all willy nilly." The Doctor pointed at it with the sonic. "And what else? You left the emergency transmitter not only exposed, but online!" He pressed a button on his screwdriver, and listened as the high pitched whirring came from the blue light on the end. The transmitter sparked a bit, before beeping furiously. Tsubaki and Black Star clutched their heads in their hands, as the Cybermites smoked and sparked on their faces. As soon as the Doctor stopped, the two Cyber-controlled people before them them collapsed on the spot. Maka and Soul rushed to their friends' aid hectically, though hesitant to tough them.
"What did you do?" Soul asked, parlay in nervousness and partly in relief.
"Oh, nothing. Just reversed the polarity of the transmissions waveform and increased tha amplitude." He smiled at Maka's confused face. "I told you I was brilliant!" He rushed over to the two would-be cadavers on the ground. "C'mon! We need to get them to the TARDIS before they wake up!" And like that, the three of them carried their friends back tot he Doctor's blue box.
"This is getting ridiculous!" Spirit cried out, narrowly swiping the arms off of another wave of Cyberpeople, throwing Cybermites at him. Stein swung Spirit at the civilians covered in metal and lights in order to try and scare them off, away from them.
"Careful!" Stein cried out in surprise. "We can't harm the civilians, if they even are those anymore."
"Hey! You're the one swinging me!" Spirit protested, which quickly turned to defensiveness. "Look out!" he cried, and Stein stepped out of the way of the next barrage of Cybermites attacking them. "You saw what they did to the people. Don't let that happen to us!"
"I can only hope that the kids are alright." Stein said, somewhat out of character for the moment. Spirit groaned outwardly from his scythe forme.
"Ooooh, my poor Maka!" He whined in concern for his daughter. Little did he know of what awaited her.
Little did he know of what awaited all of them. Of what awaited out of the shadows in the alley next to them. Of what just growled a mechanical and sinister growl. The two men fighting froze in their steps.
"Stein?" Spirit asked with a whimper. "Was that…"
"No, it wasn't." Stein said, his voice very audibly shaken by the noise behind them. He turned, and the two of them cried the same word at the same time.
"Kishin!"