The room was in a tensional silence with the priest deciding over the fate of his captives, but only one of importance whom he held onto personally while his servant Mrs Grey had already dispatched one and was now holding her heavy machinegun aimed at the others.
"Kill them."
The order was recieved with glee from the elder woman with a sociopathic pleasure. While Vereker carried the Doctor away at a inhuman pace, Mrs Grey pulled back the bolt of her M60, an strange sight with the weight and size of the weapon compared to the small and thin frame of the woman carrying it. Her wrinkled finger went for the trigger and pulled it.
BANG!
The loud crack made Tommy wince, having shut his eyes in a reflex to not stare into the barrel flash. Any moment, he'd would experience a sting from hot lead piercing through his chest or face, and that be the end of it. Any moment became a few seconds, and eventually Tommy realized he wasn't in any pain or even dead. Unless it was the shock from the physical trauma numbing his senses, he had not been hit.
Slowly opening his eyes to see if something had gone wrong, he just managed to catch Mrs Grey falling from his sight, her eyes in utmost suprise at the new hole in between them while her thin arms went limp and the M60 scattered onto the floor. Tommy turned his head, seeing Revy lie on the ground with her sidearm raised and smoking. Covered in bruises and cuts, she still got a smile out.
"Fuckin demented bitch."
The soldier picked himself up with some effort before going over to his American colleague, and lift her from the ground. A lot of curses and difficulty to stand up straight on her own made clear the extent of the injuries, most likely a bruised rib or two and a busted ankle, with a option of a head concussion too. "Kirill?"
"Here. Not dead, you should know." The Lieutenant was holding his head, trying to stop the world from spinning too rapidly.
"Alright, now lets get that bastard."
The group dramatically shuffled their way to their weapons with lots of 'ows' and rude words, before going after the Doctor and his captor. Hopefully they will have the strength to keep their guns up, if they managed to catch up at all.
Hellsing Manor
The drive to the residence and passing through the manor's gates that were protected by sandbagged machinegun posts, with the early construction of pillboxes having begun, was a interesting if unsettling expierence.
"Those weren't there a few hours ago." Rose commented.
"You had not yet been kidnapped a few hours ago. I'm personally done with hoping enemies will take their fights elsewhere, so an next attempt will be done in my family's style." Jackie scoffed at Integra's words. "You mean big and bloody?" Integra did not respond, but Balalaika did by taking on a small grin.
"…Is there any other way?"
In the driver's seat, Walter smiled along. The car quickly made it's way to the manor's entrance. Several soldiers stood in awaiting, snapping to attention and saluted when their leader exited the vehicle. Captain Pickman walked straight towards her, and after giving the salute and the respectful 'sir', he addressed an important point.
"Sir Integra, a colonel from-" But Integra uncannily finished his sentence "-UNIT has arrived earlier and wishes to speak to me." The Captain gave her an odd look, to which she responded by nodding her head to the right.
"The jeep with UNIT stamped on it's doors was a clear sign. I do hope he has been treated well, Captain?" A well treatment at the Hellsing Manor was giving someone harsh looks by men with guns.
"He has been, sir. But he was rather antagonized by something else, and had been very impatient on seeing you."
Integra rubbed her forhead, predicting grey hair within a month. "Ugh, as if this day and those before it have not been troubling enough. Very well. Walter, see to it that the Tylers are accomendated. Captain Balalaika, a change of clothes might be in order."
"Da. I could never figure these troublesome heels. More helpful in stealth assassinations." Rose winced at the memory of Balalaika and high heels.
In her study room, a colonel stood waiting and saluted her, if less enthuastic as her own soldiers did. In his late forties and in standard Army officer dress, Colonel Alan Mace was a prime example of a professional career military man, who might have worked for the Hellsing organization if not for a flat-out refusal from his side. He and UNIT shared the belief, not completely unfounded, that the Hellsings used decent soldiers as private enforcers, or at the very least as cannon fodder while having special operatives who could do the job with a very reduced risk of dying. That for a while UNIT had one of their own but also continued to employ field troops, was not deemed an argument.
"Sir Integra Hellsing."
"Colonel Mace. What brings you to my home?" Mace waited for Integra to sit down, but when she didn't appear to make any move to her chair he began.
"Sir, I have a question to ask in light of recent events. Is Hellsing staging a war against UNIT?"
The question took Integra by surprise, an uncommon thing. She assumed Mace was here because of the Torchwood-impersonators with Hartman too mangled by the slaughter of half her organization to ask Integra herself. The 'recent events' made her very curious.
"Despite not understanding your accusation, I will answer with 'no'. What recent events are you referring to?"
Mace didn't seem to buy it as he replied. "The Marie Zeleska and it's crew has fallen under your command, has it not?"
"Yes."
"Than you might explain it's current presence at Alderney, having detected it at the Alderney port by satellite recon, an hour after we lost all communications with the UNIT post there, the last message from that location reporting gunfire."
Integra stared at Mace for a few moments, and than retrieved one of her trademark cigars from the desk. Only after liting it, she gave an response.
"I had sent the ship along with a small detachment to carry an prisoner over to an UNIT facility on the island, having been informed by Torchwood of holding cells for extraterrestrial captives."
Mace blinked a few times in confusion, and a dark suspicion began to grow in the back of Integra's mind. Hartman, you foul bitch.
"We have no holding cells on Alderney, only temporary ones. All captives are to be brought to Torchwood Tower. But perhaps because of the attack, they're incapable of holding prisoners. Who or what was the prisoner?"
Silence reigned brief, with Sir Hellsing thinking her options before choosing one.
"…An Jabberwockfuryian."
"You mean a two-headed mercenary from the planet Coalix?"
"…Yes." She really hated a universe that was so enormous a rapid combination of two Lewis Carroll characters was still able name a specific alien race UNIT had encountered.
"Irregardless, my superiors and myself included, warn you that a taskforce is being assembled to intvestigate the matter. If your organization is discovered to be involved, than…"
Walter, who had stashed the Tylers where they could do little harm and now finally return to his master's side. decided to join in as an precaution Mace would say something radical or unwise, by moving closer to the officer as subtle intimidation. "Then what, Colonel?"
Mace made a full turn to the butler, with a expression carved from stone. "Than we will have a second chat with Sir Integra, only much shorter. And from behind bars." The intimidation tactic did not seem to be working. Alucard in that respect was a better bluffer, because he didn't bluff.
"Enough. Walter, open the door for the Colonel so he can return to UNIT and calm down their fears. And Colonel, I assure you, if my men have committed wrongs, you can depend on them being punished beyond human measures."
"I believe you, Sir. But the Tower will be sufficient. Good day." Mace nodded his cap, Integra returned the gesture, and the Colonel left the study. Walter closed the door behind him, and faced Integra with some concern. It was not like her to react so pass-"THOSE STUPID MONGRELS!"-never mind.
"Has everyone lost their mind today? Who will stir up more chaos than there already is?"
The telephone began to ring, and despite not a psychic, Integra could tell who the call was from. And despite knowing he would have nothing but bad news, to her at least, her hand reached slowly for the device and answered.
"Report."
"The enemy has been vanquished, my mistress-" She could use some good news. "-along with their string puppets from UNIT." But evidently that was too much to ask for. She looked up to Walter who had been staring through the windows, outside to watch the departing Colonel.
He could see the Colonel reaching for a mobile phone as he opened the door to his jeep, and suddenly stand still. He remained frozen for several seconds before turning around and make a hurried walk back to the manor entrance.
"Whatever they do, don't forget you're a Hellsing, my mistress…" The line went dead.
Alderney, UNIT Outpost
The priest pulled the Doctor further into the Temple, black-green corridor after another, to an destination only he seemed to know. And the Doctor did not like people knowing more than he did, especially when those people were sociopathic killers.
"So what is your plan than? Turn innocent people into your butchers, have them kill more innocent, just so you can take a tour in this ancient relic?"
"Ancient, yes. But a relic, Doctor? Come come. You know better than I do that any advanced technology can be restored. Whether for good or evil, I leave that to the historians. If there will be any left when this is over, that is." Vereker's grin, with dried-up blood covering his lips, was an unnerving sight.
Soon, they reached a room bigger than the all the others they came across, filled with large objects that could be described as primitive computers, if computers were indeed made out of green rock and black crystals. There was one in the center of the room, much grander and complex than the others, and was the very same one Vereker dragged the Doctor towards. With a movement that betrayed little of the force used to throw the Doctor against the alien machine, the priest released him and pointed towards the machinery."Fix it."
"What?" The Doctor knew what the priest was meaning, but had no intention of working with the program.
"Fix it. Or do you wish me to proceed with the threats I devised to make you comply?"
"Try me."
"That little bitch of yours. Think she is safe in London? Or her whore mother? What about all your old friends for whom I have my own friends who are just dying to meet?"
The Doctor gazed at Vereker, and for a moment the vampire could sense the infamous rage inside the man. The oncoming storm, indeed. Wonderful.
"..You must either be really stupid or have more plans regarding my friends, if you think I'd cause the death of all my friends on the motivation they will be killed by your hand instead of those present here."
"Death, Doctor? Are you so naïve to think that is the only way to make someone suffer? Nein, we are talking giving them the same gift that was handed to me and my brothers. The gift of eternal life, the gift of power beyond men, the gift that will bring them the means and the will to give in to relentless bloodlust."
"To turn my friends in the monsters that you've become?"
"Gods, Doctor. We are gods!" And from the red glow from Vereker's eyes, he really believed it. In fact, he knew he was a God. But he wasn't. Not even close to a Time Lord. The Doctor snorted at the priest's delusions, but not at his threats.
"But have relief, Doctor, in knowing you and your little blue box will have the ability to save everyone you care about on this worthless rock. Hah, might even be able to stuff some numbers into it, as I have heard of it's remarkable efficient space-usage."
How did he know about the TARDIS? Despite all his theatrics, he is nothing more than a power-drunk brute, like so many on Earth or in the rest of the universe. He must have read UNIT's archives in the facility, as I not dare to think the alternative. Luckily, those archives would only contain everything UNIT knows, not everything I know.
"…I don't have a choice do I in your view?"
"Oh yes Doctor you have, only one is far more bloody but less hard on your feelings, and the other is something you'll will regret."
"And causing the death of billions is not? "
This was by far the widest grin the Doctor had seen, that was produced by a humanoid from Earth.
"Amusing to hear objections against genocide, from you."
The room felt slightly more chill than it already was. But the Doctor only nodded and went over to the main console in silence. He pulled out the Sonic Screwdriver from his jacket, and after a dramatic pause aimed the tip at the alien controls and activated it. The tip glowed blue with a shrill sound indicating it being at work, and than stopped after a few seconds. The Doctor lowered his tool and stood still for several moments.
"…That's it?" The priest found the whole action rather different from what he predicted it would be, like a lot more action for one.
"What did you expect, a French scientist playing vocal tones?"
The vampire wanted to respond with another threat to the Time Lord's cherished ones, but events finally began to happen. The domes containing the vague humanoid shapes began to illuminate, cryogenic gasses were released with lots of noise and vapor, and an unearthly sound began to rumble through the entire structure. Dim lights sprang to life, as did the various consoles and machines that were spread throughout the temple. The Doctor was swiftly pushed away by the priest, his eyes full of amazement at the rising of an race that laid inert since the extinction of the Dinosaur.
"Yes, this is more like it. Everything I was hoping for…"
"Does that include these bullets?" Before Vereker could react, his back was perforated by 9mm, 5.45 and .357 rounds that quickly turned his torso into Swiss cheese. But being a vampire made anything less than a clean shot with something powerful or incredibly massive physical trauma unable to kill him. But it did hurt incredible, and surviving the gunfire did not prevent his kneecaps being ripped apart by the bullets and fall in his own pool of blood.
"So comes the cavalry, always too late to make their entrance more theatrical." The Doctor said with a smile to his rescuers as they shuffled their way towards him.
"Fuck you, Doctor." Revy stated while leaning against Tommy for support and who did his best to keep her up. The Russian was mumbling, not knowing if he should pass out from exhaustion or his sustained injuries through this crazy night. Only than did they seem to notice the activity going on, the temple powering up as it were and how those domes were slowly opening made them nervous. Especially when slimey claws began to extend from the growing openings.
"Doctor, what is going on!" Tommy could make a few guesses but was taught to await the opinion of experts.
"We are leaving, that's what." The Doctor held up the Screwdriver high, it making a ear-piercing electronic scream that quickly ended.
"I've signaled the TARDIS to come and collect us. It's space and time travelling abilities may have been fritzed up by that religious looney with even Barcelona out of the question, the old girl can still get to us at this distance. Or I hope so."
"Hope so?" Tommy had trouble keeping up both Revy and his weapon, and began to become really worried.
"She was past her prime and set for decommission when I acquired her, and that was nearly a thousand years ago. Not that there's anything wrong with that, saved my current and earlier hides countless times."
"It savin' our asses this one time will be enough!" The creatures began to crawl out of their pods, slow and dazed by their long sleep. It'd be only a few moments before they were awake enough to notice their 'guests'. And still the TARDIS was not showing up.
"Gha-haha-hahah!"
The high-pitched laughter was coming from the priest who had lifted himself from the floor and lay against the main console, despite having nothing below the knees and over twenty-eight bullet holes in his chest. "You cannot escape your destiny, Doctor! Today, I witness the demise of the last Time Lord!"
"If I had a banana for every time I heard that phrase...Tommy, we need to get out of this room and hope the TARDIS will reach us in time." The Doctor used his Screwdriver one more time on the main console. Sparks erupted as an response, and a unholy sound began to howler through the entire structure. The slight trembling now increased to fierce shaking as if the temple was tearing itself apart.
"Hurry now!" The Doctor lead the way out of the room with Kirill aiding Tommy to uphold Revy as they followed the alien troublesolver. Behind them, Vereker began to laugh even louder at his enemies trying to escape an evitable end. He stopped it when one of the creatures shuffled towards him, undisturbed by the rocking of the ground and walls. It was a ghastly abomination of man and reptile, still slime-covered from it's dormant rest. On it's forehead between the two sickly yellow eyes, a third began to glow red from some internal powersource. The scaly creature was joined by two others, surrounding the priest who's initial glee was fading. He long forseen this moment and knew what he should do and what should happen, but in his vision he still had the ability to run.
"I come to you as an friend, to warn you of a terrible thing. The mammals have taken over the world in your absence, the primates in fact claim rulership with primitive technology, and now plan your destruction with fire."
Vereker waited for the angry responses, the shouts of vengeance and bloody tolls to be collected on the warm-blooded apes that took their world from them. But none came, as they continued to gaze down upon him.
"They already murdered two colonies of your race, seeking them out over the world and kill every last infant to continue their own reign."
Still nothing but tenseful silence was his answer. Only more of the creatures surrounded him, making him unable to even crawl away if he wanted to. Than the largest spoke, in a low guttural voice.
"Have thisss one annihilated…and find hisss friendsss.."
"Hold on, HOLD ON! I was the one to awaken you, to warn you!"
"You have…our gratitude, primate…Now perisssh."
The third eyes of the reptilians began to radiate with a crimson fire, and Vereker had only seconds to scream against the impending end of his wretched immortality as he felt the reaches of his mind being torn apart by the psychic abilities that were inherent to this breed of the Silurian race. The process only took a few moments before Vereker stopped screaming, and than everything else as the body could not live without the mind, and the priest was not a ghoul.
"Sssummon our forcesss…prepare the basse for war…" The Silurians began to scatter, apart from a smaller specimen who advanced towards the one they designated as the leader. He brought disconcerning news
"Leader, the basse hasss being deadlocked to enage into obversssation mode…we will be ssseen!"
That gave some worry, as it put the structure into a less defendable and more obvious position that was only meant for peace time, after all the mammals have been eradicated. But despite the vulnerability it would give to their base, the Leader Silurian felt confident enough in his own ability and the disability of the humans to stop them.
"No matter…the primatesss will not ssstop usss…our rissse isss nigh!"
Alderney Surface
What was the result of ancient technology coming to life, felt like a massive earthquake on the island itself, as homes collapsed from the immense tremors. The waters around the island were similarly affected as waves become more frequent and higher. Onboard the Marie Zeleska, that was forced to leave port because of the gunfire and explosions had been coming awfully close. Now the freighter was rocked around by the insane conditions that no seaman has ever encountered in the English Channel.
The few jeeps that remained in the hold sliding from one bulkhead to another, crates filled with AK's and RPG's tumbling over and spilling their contents all over. A nightmare for those who would have to clean up later, it was a nightmare right now for those trying to survive. On the bridge, the captain shouted orders in the native tongue with rude words in between every sentence.
"Engines to full, shit, keep her astern, fuck, tell those assholes below to strap everything down, goddamnit! Take us on a course away from here."
"Kapitan, what about Kirill and the others!" A moment after this inquiry from the first mate, the landmass of Alderney suddenly shattered like a dome of earth coming apart.
"If they can survive that, they can survive the swim back to England."
"Kapitan, aerial contacts at five mile range. Profile signature is military, Westland WS-61 Sea King." Despite it's simple appearance, the bridge of the Marie Zeleska had an installation that would put most navies to shame with the latest and best money could buy on the fields of radar, communications, ECM and defense. That included two Kashtan weapon systems that when activated, would unleash a hellfire of 30mm rounds and missiles to anything that flew or floated. And if anyone bothered to watch the radar until now, they would have noticed the contacts before they even crossed into the Channel.
The captain preferred his own eyes to visually confirm and requested binoculars to see them approach. The waves made a steady view hard, he could still distinguish two small dots nearing across the turbulent waters. Them carrying troops or weapons did not concern him as the ship had enough firepower to squash them both in an instant, the consequences were the ones worrying him as it may unleash the wrath of the Royal Navy onto his beloved ship.
"Time to arrival?" The officer seated behind the radar did not respond. "Give me their time of arrival."
No one responded and the frantic running that was happening moments earlier had stopped. The captain dropped his binoculars and when he turned around he saw the entire bridge stand still and stare outside. Anger was almost untamable at this sudden apathy.
"Oleg , you fuckin Cossack, give me the time to….Bozhe Moi!"
UNIT Taskforce Delta
Frederick Thorne was an captain too, but was one in the military and commanded a field squad of UNIT's finest instead of a ship. And right now he was very displeased with his assignment, apprehending all Hellsing operatives at Alderney and investigate the loss of communications with their outpost. He disliked having to fight fellow countrymen, even those as fanatic and mysterious as those from the infamous Hellsing Organization, and knew enough of their reputation to know it two squads would only be enough if they went along peacefully. Not mention the rumours of a vampire lord in their service.
Absolute childish nonsense of course, of course, to any intelligent person. Just like robot-mummies or killer mannequins.
"Captain, we're approaching the island. ETA two minutes." The announcement by the pilot of the Sea King, it's brother following close by, had Thorne order the men to check their weapons and prepare for combat.
"Sir, we've detected a ship near the island. Appears to be a freighter." Thorne nodded, the Marie Zeleska as briefed earlier. The second Sea King would land on the deck and the second squad under Lieutenant Martin would capture it.
"Jesus Christ..Sir, the island!" As if the waves had not been a warning, the sudden collapse of the small island into several giant chunks as it broke apart was a sight unlike anything humans ever witnessed. The realization anyone on the island, the native population and the UNIT personnel was beyond saving, didn't hit at all.
"Oh my crazed uncle!"
It was ignored by the immense sense of awe, fear and shock at what was ascending from the ruins of Alderney, an dark green spire of incredible size and shape. It dwarfed any construction made by Man, and it certainly did not look it was made by Man. It rose to a height of eight-hundred metres, towering over the waters like a alien nightmare. It took minutes before Thorne snapped himself to attention and followed the rules by grabbing the co-pilot of the Sea King.
"Alert UNIT HQ and Genève, non-human structure of gigantic has just destroyed, I repeat, has just destroyed the island Alderney and presumably UNIT outpost Tourgis with it. Send all support and naval support at once." Now he directed attention to the pilot.
"Signal the other helicopter to follow us. We shall land on the Marie Zeleska, and try to find if they have any clues about this thing."
Silurian Spire
"Keep moving, go go go!"
The party of four ran through corridors, past closed doors and had to take an different turn every time a group of the reptilian humanoids were approaching them from the corridor they had been following. The temple, far greater than they ever expected from it's outside, was being revealed to being a gigantic maze with no way of knowing of where they were running towards, only from whom. It had been nearly an hour since escaping from their first encounter from the Silurians, and the end was still not in sight.
"These 'Silurians', what's their fuckin problem!" Revy shouted as she fired on the pursuers who fortunately did not run but still ominously shuffled after them.
"Former rulers of the planet, advanced in both technology and biology, went into hibernation during the Ice Age and are generally not pleased with the apes having taken over the planet."
"Speaking as one of those primates, Doctor...they're still making a too big of a fuss about it." Tommy had to carry most of Revy's weight as her injuries made her unable. Technically she shouldn't even be shooting, but Tommy gladly ignored that fact.
"Don't tell me about it. While I had sympathy for them at the start, trying to kill all of humanity three times have made me lose most hope for a peaceful resolution this time."
They crossed into yet another hallway, that led to a long overhead passage across some giant open space. As they ran over it, the Doctor suddenly stopped and gestured for the rest to stop, Tommy kneeled down while letting Revy rest against the railing to regain some fatigue in this short break, and looked below to what appeared to be a hangar bay.
There were thousands, tens of thousands, all lined up in formation. Unlike the other Silurians these were covered in dark-colored plating, some sort of battle armour that looked like it could take the bullets of an assault rifle head on. In their arms were large silver-colored objects that could hardly be anything else than weapons of some type. As they stood in line, Silurian officers in gold versions of the battle armour were inspecting the lines while mounted on dinosaur-like creatures that apparently served as the Silurian version of the horse.
The troops occupied two quarters of the amazing wide space, the remaining third had green vehicles shaped like manta rays in waiting, each the size of a Boeing 747.
"Silurian assault craft, they wouldn't have nose-mounted plasma disruptors on their civilian transports. They're not even planning a war, they're starting it right now." The Doctor noticed the Silurian military with a cool stare, all sorts of solutions going through his expansive mind but so far nothing viable.
"But Doctor, how did they get this militarized? Did the dinosaurs lead an revolution back in the day?" The Time Lord snorted.
"You really think alien species attacking or having ill plans for Earth in general is a recent development? And like you today, they also separated in factions for whom a difference in words was enough to start off a bloody war."
"Ha! They want a bloody war so badly, let's give them an opening shot." Revy retrieved something she had been hiding beneath her jacket, a small satchel with inside plastic-covered bricks strapped together with duct tape. Before either Tommy or the Doctor could stop her, the satchel was thrown from the passage and landed in between the Silurian warriors below. A few looked at the odd item, and than looked up to where it came from. They saw a group of primates running away, cursing, and one of them stretching her arm out while being carried away by another.
Her hand was closed to a fist with only the middle finger stretched out, and around it a strap of fabric with a safety pin at the end.
Composition C-6 was the less familiar but more potent nephew of the C4 plastique explosive, with twice the explosive power. Four strapped together, made an explosion large enough to kill ten Silurians and wounding another twenty with their armour taking the brunt of the shockwave. It was enough for the soldiers and officers alike to lose cohesion and go as a single angry mob after the cowardly primates.
"Hope you're happy!" Tommy said through clenched teeth. Her little stunt made them move twice as fast with now the heavily armored and heavily pissed Silurians after them.
"Real happy, why wouldn't I be?" They reached the next corner, and the Doctor's running slided to a halt.
"Because we're at a dead end." At the end of the corridor they reached there were no further passages, only a closed door. Turning back was out of the question as the corridor behind them was being filled by angry Silurians making their way towards them.
"Use the Screwdriver on the door!"
The Doctor shrugged as he went for the door. "Oh dear, where would I be without good ole Tommy?" A short interaction with the Screwdriver at the sides of the entrance, and the door moved away.
But instead of prolonging their escape, the door opening cut it to an early end when they saw the Silurians who had been in waiting behind it. The Doctor and his temporary Companions stumbled backwards, only to see the other end of the room being filled with Silurians who now took their time. They formed a circle around the three humans and one Time Lord who stood back to back facing their imminent deaths.
They lined up the weapons in their hands, and a gold-covered Silurian began to shout their version of "Take aim!" with now only seconds away from unleashing projectiles or energy blasts, either way there was no chance of survival.
"Oh fuck me." Revy mumbled as her head fell on Tommy's shoulder, closing her eyes and await her demise at a bunch of Scifi Channel rejects.
Suddenly the room was filled by a cyclic wheezing, groaning noise that took the Silurians by surprise, and the Doctor with hapiness. "Yes! Never will lose faith in you again, old girl."
The sound growing louder, a blue police box materialized around the four. The Silurians finally realized what was going on and opened fire, too late as the teleportation had completed and the TARDIS now protecting it's four new occupants, and being a lot more sturdier than a normal police box.
Inside, the humans who never saw the inside of an TARDIS, which was all three of them, were stunned by the sheer size of the interior. Especially Revy, a woman thought she lost all trace of childish imagination and wonder, found it near-impossible something would bring it about again. They could hear the Silurians outside screaming, their weapons trembling the ship but not even close to destroying it.
"It's…"
"Bigger on the inside, yes I know, let's move on beyond the obvious questions. The TARDIS is still damaged and can't trust it deflecting their weapons for long." The Doctor moved towards the main console and pulled a lever there and pressed a button here, and they were off.
"Where to, Doctor?" Tommy felt as being the Brigadier's grandson, he should show some confidence while in truth he was as struck by the reality of the TARDIS.
"The ship. I'd rather return to that creepy cellar but we need to stop the Silurians before they start their war."
"How?"
"No idea. Maybe they have some bright solutions on the ship."
Marie Zeleska
The Sea Kings landed with some trouble onto the main deck of the rocking ship, and the UNIT soldiers were greeted by armed sailors. Both groups were luckily reluctant to open hostilities, with the giant spire in the distance, but were also unsure about exchanging hospitalities. Finally, the ship's first mate took the first step by stepping forward and opening the conversation.
"That. Big thing. Yours?" On the other side, Captain Thorne stepped forward to reply.
"I'm afraid not. I was hoping you could explain it."
"Nyet. Doing job. Than boom. Nothing to do with it."
"What was your job?"
"Bringing passengers to place on island. Have not return. Later, one steals from cargo and also never return. Than, hour later, this shit happen. Captain very mad."
"Where's the captain?"
"Do not know. Very angry. Said he went to get Vassili Zaitsev."
Thorne felt more awkward about this whole thing, and now wished there had been a simple gun battle than dealing with the destruction of Alderney, an unknown alien structure rising from the sea and a crew of Russians who's captain has apparently gone mad.
"Now listen, we want you to turn this shi-" A sudden noise distracted Thorne and the Russian, and as they looked the TARDIS materialized right next to them to their considerable astonishment.
"What the fuck?" The First Mate commented, while Thorne's jaw dropped in awe. The door of the police box opened and the Doctor stepped outside like he did it daily. Which he did.
"Hello there Grigori. You still owe me a fiver. And UNIT, can't believe it, I'm pleased to see you lot here up and arms. Didn't bring along a big bomb, have you?"
Thorne saluted instantly despite the Doctor have no rank or name, only a incredible reputation. "Doctorcantbelievehowpleasewearetoseeyouhereandnowehavenotbroughtexplosivesbecausewethought-" The Time Lord raised his hand. "Please stop before you burn out your vocal chords. I have to tell you something but you have to restrain yourself, okay?"
Tommy and the others came out of the TARDIS, still a bit shaken by their short voyage onboard. Thorne forced himself to concentrate and make himself understandable despite shaking like a leaf.
"Yes…Doctor…do you know what is…going on?"
"Silurians. And this is not just another colony or an offshoot, it's their main army that has been awoken. They're still preparing but unless we act fast they'll send their forces, of which they got quite a lot with heavy guns, and likely lay siege to the surrounding countries. And that's the least they will do upon humanity in light of their previous attempts to annihilate you all. You understand?"
Captain Thorne was simply not trained for this sort of thing but tried to keep up.
"…Yes..what can we do?"
"Real question is, what can *you* do? Are there any aircraft carriers nearby, or a bomber wing standing on the ready. Anything that could level a city and be here in less than five minutes before they can begin the attack?"
Thorne's mind began to suffer from the weight suddenly laid upon him, but still could answer with a small "No".
"Than we're in big trouble." A loud bang and some curses made the Doctor, Thorne and the rest look up to the bridge where on top of the roof, the Captain and a sailor were setting up Vassili Zaitsev to go to work.
Silurian Spire
The chaos and confusion caused by the primates was quickly resolved, they were disciplined warriors after all and not shambling monsters, and the final preparations were being completed. In a orderly fashion the Silurians entered their assault craft, who soon would swarm the skies and obliterate all in their path. When they were seated and the ships prepped, a inspiritational speech was given through all their communications by the chief Silurian.
"Hear me, Sssiluriansss. Around usss are the homelandsss of the 'great human race'. I sssay to you now, the humansss are weak and worthlesss! For milleniasss we had to sssuffer their dominance, murdering usss! We ssshall ssshow no mercy today! We mussst be carnivoresss, devouring flesssh, tasssting blood! Dessstroy their civilization, crusssh them, exterminate them, kill their people to the lassst child! In the name of the Sssilurian Empire!"
His words were met with cries of bloodlust and ensured victory over the primates. He was pleased, and ordered the hanger bay doors to be opened and release their forces onto the world, and make it pure for their return. First, cleansing of everything in a thousand miles. Than there would be a popular vote on which method will be used to eradicate the primates. His own favorite would be reducing them to the Stone Age and put them in petting zoos.
But there would be time for that later, first their removal as a threat was to be done.
Marie Zeleska
Vassili Zaitsev was a ill-advised purchase done in Arkhangelsk, where the captain against better judgment acquired it from a man who wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible with no questions asked. If the man answered 'Where did you get it?' truthfully, he would have responded that he stole it from the experimental weapon research facilities in the Ukraine. On 'What is it?', he would have answered a prototype that was discarded for not being very practical nor safe, and if you would kindly shut up now and give him the money.
And after spending a year or so collecting dust in the cargo hold with the captain having been unable to sell it through to some other idiot and too reluctant to throw something he paid good money for overboard, he finally found the perfect unusual situation where the Vassili Zaitsev would be put to good use. If only the damned thing didn't have such an complicated manual. It was as thick as his fist, and filled with redirections and words and numbers that didn't tell him anything/
"Mind if I give a hand?" The Doctor had climbed up to the bridge, Tommy and Captain Thorne right behind him, and took the manual from the grateful captain's hands, looked through a few pages and than threw the whole thing overboard. "There we go."
With fast reflexes and precise timing his long thin fingers went over the weapon, that was in essence a long tube set on a tripod with a big bulb at the end. Tommy recognized it being a missile system of some kind but failed to see what good it would do. Even if they had Tomahawks they would at best cause superficial damage to the Spire that was probably made of some sort of unobtainium too. Than it hit him like a .50 round.
"Doctor, that is not what I think it is…"
"Oh, but you're wrong, or right, don't care. It's still what we need unless you have something better in your pockets. And don't start on overkill, we'll be luckily if we will manage a direct hit that will do more than give them a good shake on the inside of that spire and kill us on the outside."
"Captain!" Both the captain and Thorne turned their heads at their rank being called. It was Kirill, shouting and pointing at the Spire. "They are opening up!"
In the distance, a black hole appeared on the spire that looked like a stain on the green of the structure. The Doctor assumed it was the hangar bay they earlier visited, with the Silurians about to unleash their fleet of assault craft onto everything not Silurian. It also made a perfect opportunity for the Zaitsev to be used, if someone was able to put the warhead through a rather relatively small target, without electronic aid.
"It's always up to me to save the fuckin day, ey Tommy?" Revy managed to climb up, with the aid of a sailor who helped up onto the bridge.
"That's actually my line, but without the rude word." The Doctor said as Revy took position by the now ready launcher.
"Shut the fuck up, this shit will be hard." Seeing how the woman should be in a hospital, has gone through a night of intense fighting and running and now was only running on the last drops of adrenalin left in her veins, and had to fire a nuclear warhead with a big bulky missile launcher from a ship that barely kept itself from being swallowed by the high waves, the Time Lord kept silent when Revy's finger went slowly for the trigger in full concentration.
"Welcome to extinction, fuckers!" and squeezed the trigger.
The warhead left the launcher with a mighty boom, that knocked over the tripod and Revy aswell, and made the rest cower in primitive reflex. Apart from the Doctor, who kept an steady eye at the trail of vapor signaling it's path. It kept going, and going, crossing the miles between them and the spire in ten seconds and when it was almost there for a full second the Doctor feared it would miss and strike the spire itself and cause all the humans on the ship to be blinded , fried and radiated in seconds. He himself would regenerate and survive, but would be doing that on a sinking ship on a world soon over run by Silurians who hated all those who even looked remotely like primates.
But than the warhead entered the black mouth of the hangar bay and disappeared from sight for a few seconds, and than a new fear arose. What if it was a dud?
The deafening boom immediately disapproved that theory, and for a moment the center of the spire was radiant, giving enough warning for everyone on the ship to close their eyes and hit the deck literally. The explosion tore the hangar bay apart in a flash of nuclear light, before blasting other parts of the spire away. The nuclear warhead was a one of a relatively small yield, about the same as the Fat Man that ended World War II by ending a Japanese city. But it did enough damage to critically damage to the Silurian base own energy reactors that added in the destruction. The fires that broke out on every level were blue and green in colour, incinerating all the forces inside, before the explosions weakened the spire's structural integrity enough for it to crash on top of itself and back into the sea that spawned it.
The event, from point of impact to sinking beneath the waves as a burning carcass of Silurian might, lasted less than a minute.
The silence that followed, seemed like ages as everyone stared at the remains that soon vanished beneath the open water that used to be Alderney. Than, out of need to express a feeling one way or another, the sailors cheered and were quickly followed by the UNIT soldiers who despite knowing even less about what just happened than the sailors, joined in and shook hands. The Captain went below with the plans to drink himself to near-death, Kirill and Tommy collapsed as exhaustion and injuries finally caught up and Revy was already in a near-coma state and wouldn't be out of it for a day.
That only left the Doctor who silently stared at the waters and thinking about how many intelligent species he has wiped out in the favor of the humans, and Captain Thorne who now remembered his original mission but pondered on the circumstances having been too severe to forget it and let someone else handle it. Collection his courage, he stepped over to where the Doctor was standing and the three Hellsing operatives were recovering.
"Doctor, gentlemen. I thank you for aiding in the disposal of the threat in a effective and quick manner."
Tommy raised a thumb to show his gratitude for the words.
"But unfortunately, I will have to take you all into confinement and question your involvement in the loss of the island Alderney, it's population and the UNIT outpost."