Here's the next installment. More to come :)
No mercy was shown once the Doctor was transported over to the Tunglia vessel. On sight, he was shot multiple times by their phaser rifles. As he lay there temporarily unconscious, an ancient urn, decorated with an impossibly ancient language, was brought forth. The Doctor was placed in a dimly lit room on the vessel with no viewports and only one door. The urn was placed at the other end of the room. Quickly, the Tunglia exited the room. They waited outside the door for the screams of agony they knew would inevitably come.
The Doctor slowly awoke to find himself facing the urn. As he sat up, the urn's lid began to open of its own accord. Standing up and shaking off the headache caused by the phaser rifles, he quickly accessed that dark part of his being, The Oncoming Storm, and aimed the glowing White Point Star diamond ring towards the urn. As he saw a tendril of energy slowly emanate forth, the ring produced a white hot beam towards the urn holding the last fragment of Sutekh's power and obliterated the tendril of energy from existence. The urn, though, imploded in on itself and vanished. Feeling concerned that the urn simply didn't explode, but not having the time to ponder why he felt that way, the Doctor then turned his attention towards the Tunglia.
After using the sonic screwdriver to open the door, he walked throughout the rest of their vessel, but there was no one to be seen. He then heard the sound of another ship, ran to one of the viewports, and saw a shuttle leave their landing bay. Feeling that all of this was far too easy, and not being able to shake the thought that there was something more going on than he was aware of, he used their transporter to beam back to the Zohnus ship. He made his way to the room where the Tardis was located, opened the door, walked inside to the console room, shut the door firmly, set the coordinates to drift in the vortex, and only then allowed himself to sigh in relief. There was still that niggling thought in the back of his mind that he was missing something, some clue as to why it seemed too easy to defeat that last fragment of Sutekh and why the Tunglia gave up so easily and fled.
Deciding to think about it later, he went to Sarah's room where he found her sleeping peacefully. Time to place this ring back on its proper owner, he thought fondly as he took the ring off his hand and placed it gently back on her left hand. As soon as its size and shape went back to the form it originally had on her hand, it glowed mauve for not even a second before it went back to its original white glow. How odd, he thought to himself in concern. Why would it glow the universal color of distress? He looked at Sarah's face and his question was instantly answered. She was having a bad dream. He placed his fingers on her temples and soothed her thoughts. She instantly calmed down and had a peaceful look on her face again. I didn't think the ring did that when the wearer had a bad dream, he pondered to himself as he got up to go make some tea. Well, it is possible I don't know every little quirk about the ring, though I could've sworn I knew everything it was capable of. Well, it has been a while since I was informed about all of the ring's properties and powers, at least since my first incarnation. Shaking his head, he continued walking towards the kitchen.
After the tea was made, he sat down at the kitchen table, the warm cup in his hands. As he was about to take a sip, he noticed something on the far side of the room that hadn't been there before. It was all he could do to sit the cup down with his shaking hands. No, it can't be here! How did it get in, Old Girl? No reply came from the Tardis. It was as if the mental connection had been muted somehow. His hearts racing in his chest, he gazed upon the ancient urn that he thought had vanished from existence.