Hi author again. Here we see the second chapter. It is, if I say so myself, vastly superior to chapter 1. Longer too. Hope you like it! Oh and there are spelling mistakes that I now cant find (I wrote watt and What inter changeably and I mixed them up a bit, sorry) so sorry they are there. Please Read and review
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"Come inside," In a turn faster than any Rose had seen on earth the old man was back facing inwards, his trench coat flapping in the breeze. "It's far safer than out here."
Rose dutifully followed, expecting, as in the Tardis, to see a much larger space on the inside. Instead she was shocked by what she saw, row upon row of boxes, stacked high as the ceiling. A sea of greyish cardboard was all her eye could see. The room to move was tiny, barely the size of the shed anyway.
"Er..." She began, slightly befuddled. "What is all this junk?"
"Junk?" The old man pivoted on the spot, it gave Rose her first good look at him, without glare or shadow in the way. A vein was throbbing in his forehead, he was old, he looked about sixty, his crazy white hair reminded Rose of pictures of Einstein but despite his obvious age he gave off the aura of a twenty year old. It was a very disconcerting feeling. His fashion sense seemed lacking however. He wore a long pair of black trousers that covered huge black boots, a block polo shirt covered his torso and over that he wore a long light brown jacket which came down to his knees. His eyes were pools of blackness deep and wide, they seemed to almost have shades of black, all subtly different but now in his anger they flared with a red glare. "THIS IS NOT JUNK!" His hand clenched into a fist but, despite looking as though he would like to do so he did not hit Rose. "I suppose you have not seen it before..." a brief glance at the boxes before he carried on. "This is what I do with my life. I collect things; Everything for that matter, weapons, cutlery, paintings, stamps, memorabilia everything from all over the universe. Look in any box, go on. You will find something of intense interest I assure you."
Rose, not wanting to anger the old man further quickly looked in a box and pulled out a pile of old cycling magazines.
"These aren't very interesting," She said rifling through the crumpled, dog-eared, sometimes singed pages.
"Fine, fine." The man said angrily, ripping open a different box. "But this contains a K-cube. It kills you by making you too happy. Ooh and this one" He added opening another grey corrugated box. "This one contains 53 copies of the Grash the TZarnian series issue one. So rare they are worth more than every thing in this solar system."
"So you keep them in boxes in a shed?" Rose asked, eyebrows raised.
"Do you have a better idea?" The man asked putting them back in their box.
A snuffling came from behind the door. Shortly after a colossal crack reached the ears of The Professor and Rose as one of the aliens broke through the door and, splinters flying around it, it charged towards them, holding in its scaly hands an earth machine gun but before it could fire, a madman, wielding a pulsating chainsaw, lunged out of the piles of boxes and forced the rotating blades deep into the beasts flank. With a howl the creature fell, dripping thick red blood, into the dust on the floor.
His chainsaw juddering to a halt the man turned round and looked at the pair.
"Professor!" he cried dropping his weapon to his feet. "You moron! You said that there were no dangerous creatures in this arm of the galaxy! First place we land and what happens? We get attacked by Draken soldiers! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
"Calm yourself Eddy," The Professor held up his hand signalling for quiet. "I imagine that this is a recent invasion due to the widespread devastation around the craft. The Draken have been mobilising near here anyway. Besides how was I meant to know what was going on?"
"Well we could reroute power from the warp coils and weapon decks to power up the ion cannon to destroy their communications and drop ships... mind you we would then need to pick the infantry off with the ordinary field guns."
"But that isn't what he asked-" Rose began before the Professor interrupted.
"What should we do to take out the Draken forces?" The Professor asked his voice deep and calm.
"I suppose it isn't your fault," Eddy said starting to walk away. "After all only a few time lords have ever been this far into this galaxy." He blinked. "I'll go get working on the ion cannon."
"Erm... Professor?" She asked while the Professor crouched over the fallen Draken soldier, inspecting markings on its flank, the colour of its eye and the standard issue police machine gun in its hands. "Professor is Eddy alright in the head?"
"Eddy? Of course you'd find it hard to get a man with a cooler head," The Professor stood up straight holding the gun in his hands. At his full height he stood almost 7ft tall and with hair it must be reaching 8ft. "No Eddy has just been my mechanic for too long. If you were to spend a thousand years looking after Shed's engine you would have a few side effects. So time and space work differently for him. He'll answer questions you haven't asked or maybe he'll know what is going to happen a few minutes before it happens, like he did just now with the Draken and the chainsaw."
"Oh," It took a while for this to sink into Rose's brain which had been warped over the years by trashy TV. "Hang on," this was a few minutes later while the Professor was looking for the box to store earth weapons in. "If Eddy knows what is going to happen before it happens wouldn't he be constantly changing the future by accident."
"No, Eddy once this started happening was given a mind power by an elder on a far off planet that allowed him to see not what should happen, only what would happen if he did not do what he would do having seen what would happen if he didn't. It's a bit complex. I imagine he saw us be attacked and eaten by the Draken and so he got out his chainsaw and ran to save us. Which he should of done in the first place." The Professor stopped in front of a blue ish box a few yards from Rose and slipped the gun into it. "Are there a lot of guns like that on this planet?"
"What machine guns?" Rose asked rhetorically. "Tons everyone uses them."
"Ouch not good not good at all," The Professor, walking off into the sea of boxes. "Come on, I'll need some help up on the control deck."
"To do what?" Rose asked her mouth was just slightly too wide for a face.
"Well you don't want Draken soldiers all over you planet do you?" his face and a disturbed look as though something was bothering him. "It's a shame you have so many 'machine guns' as you call them. They are almost identical to Draken infantry weapons anyway. They could easily be in control of the planet by now. They wouldn't have even had to wait for the supply ship in orbit."
"These... creatures are organised?" Rose stood staring, from what she'd seen they were just advanced dinosaurs that looked like they had stepped out of Jurassic Park and grown an extra finger. "But they just appeared out of no where and grew from those piles of glop. They surely can't speak. How can they take over a planet?"
"I'll tell you later," The professor started shoving boxes out the way, toppling over stacks, junk spilling out over the floor. "Come on help me find the stairs."
"How far away are they?" Rose asked wondering how large this vast, chaos of boxes extended.
"Well the ground floor is 2km square but I put in half a dozen staircases around to help me," The Professor pushed a totem pole out the way with strength he looked like he shouldn't have. "There should be one about ten metres away."
Rose looked around the clogged, disorganised, junk filled pile of junk. I mean it was ok if he wanted to fill his Shed with crap but to keep in such a mess seemed almost insulting.
"AH!" The Professor cried as he shoved a stack of filing cabinets over. "Here they are, come on. Up here"
"Wait what is that noise..." Rose glanced round; a low rumbling reverberated through out the vast room. Speeding up she jumped over spilled junk which made the ten metres to the stairs seem like a mile.
"Oh no..." The Professor's face was a mask of terror. "We have disturbed the pile." He was about to run when he remembered he wasn't the only one in the area. "YOU GIRL! HURRY! IT'S A JUNKQUAKE!"
The Shed's floor was shaking now as a wave of boxes, filing cabinets and loose crap hurtled towards them. More and more grey crap was sucked into its vortex of terror. Papers flapped on the updrafts around it. Rose stumbling mere metres away from the steps glanced backwards and saw something not quite unlike the effects of the great San Francisco quake of 1905. Cardboard, papers, everything on the floor flowed like water on the sea. But this was one hell of a brutal sea. Rose, flushed with adrenaline sprinted the last metres only to slip on the original Star Ship Enterprise which would have sold for thousands. Seeing it in pieces would have been enough to reduce any good nerd to tears.
Rose cringed, expecting the vast wave to envelop her any moment, only to be dragged out of its path by strong, wrinkled hands. Holding her close The Professor dragged Rose round to the back of the stairs, allowing the wave to pass them by, breaking on the surprisingly strong steps.
Calm filled the room once more and rose looked about. She was, contrary to what she had expected, NOT buried in junk, but instead lying in the arms of The Professor who seemed fairly uncomfortable in the situation.
"Can we go upstairs now?" He asked avoiding her gaze. He was actually looking at his boxes which seemed to have formed a mound against one wall of the Shed leaving the other areas of the room clear, showing bright oak floorboards gleaming as fresh as the day they had junk shoved on them.
"Um, yeah. Sorry," Rose drew away from The Professor and looked over at the pile of junk in the far corner. "At least the place is cleaner now. You really should organise it properly you know, with labels, and selves, and corridors in-between rows of stuff."
The Professor seemed not to notice and walked round, out of the stairwell and started going up the stairs. He paused, thinking as Rose hurried round behind him. "What is your name?" He asked turning, he seemed happy enough but his face was hard to read.
"Rose, Rose Tyler." His hand shot out and Rose took it.
"Pleased to meet you Rose," He said smiling shaking her hand. "As you already know I am The Professor, traveller of space, but not time, and collector of anything of any interest to anyone. Come on I'll help you get rid of these pesky Draken over running this planet and then you can tell me more of this 'organise' that you say I should do to my collection. Eh? What do you say?"
"Um, ok, I guess," said a slightly confused Rose. She looked back at the vast pile of junk. "Though it would take a while, and we would need a lot of help. But sure, why not?"
"So you'll do it? Capitol! Now let's go take care of those Draken."
Space bent. A slight reverberation disturbed barely a blade of grass, as space was folded, ripped apart and knitted back together over and over again in a split second. Draken forces looked up, briefly stopping their work of rounding up humans and killing the authorities. A ripple of fear swept threw the creatures, their brains telepathically linked. They all saw in their minds eye what was happening to their soldiers in London. But here in America they only noticed briefly and, quelling their instincts continued in their work. The highest concentration of drop ships had landed here; particularly in this, the state of Virginia. Over fifty ships, containing over 200,000 soldiers each had landed here. With hundreds spread over the continent. Who cared if the ship with the faulty positioning systems was being destroyed? It was its own fault for crashing on the wrong continent. Machine gun fire rattled in the distance; probably just a human forgetting who the invading force was. The fact that so many people carried guns so similar to Draken guns had proved useful and the troops had not even had to wait for a supply ship. These humans were so puny that Draken soldiers could merely push them over and take their guns. Or eat them, they tasted alright after all, but eating your future slaves was frowned upon by the General. If the rest of the world fell as easily as this continent had then maybe the troops could stay a while on this, green world. But the General, and indeed the high birth rate and long life expectancy of the Draken, would never allow the species and its army to end its eternal journey across the stars.
A slight juddering reached the sensitive ears of a few Draken forces on the coast. The cries from across the ocean, which had been very hard to ignore, had now ceased, allowing their minds to keep to the task at hand; that being the destroying of the few remaining American forces in the city of Norfolk. While the desperate cries for help fogged their minds the Americans had taken advantage of their enemies predicament and had used their few fast moving tanks to batter the Draken back, but now, crack Draken forces were breaking the thin lines of the Americans, gunning them down behind the limited cover provided by broken buildings and burnt out cars. But the few troops who heard the juddering paused the fire fight and cocked their heads, trying to hear this noise clearly. To human ears, if they could hear it, it would sound much like a helicopter.
What is that? A Draken asked. It sounds like the whirly birds we fought on Terra B
No, replied another. It is far too quiet for a whirly bird. It sounds more like those jets, the ones we blew up on Sagna 5. It's getting closer, ready your weapons squad, if I remember correctly they are great fun to destroy
Another squad of Draken, wearing armour of cobbled together tank plating and Kevlar vest marched up, having heard the telepathic conversation. Its sergeant, a vast specimen with rippling muscles and vast height, standing almost 7ft tall, approached the second speaker, the squad's leader.
A jet is likely, he said also preparing his weapon, aiming it at the sky, removing the safety catch and such. This planet is at the right technological development despite its species recent creation. May I have the honour of fist shot?
The opposing sergeant, sensing the power this new one possessed, growled and, despite his annoyance, conceded defeat. Fire away, my men and I will start after a break of 5 seconds.
Excellent the juddering was now audible to humans and, as such was stopping the fire fight in the city as the American solders thought their long awaited air support had arrived. A voice pushed forward in front of the vehicle, which was fast approaching. The voice was carried on a ripple of time, spoken just before the vehicle had been set into motion and had ridden an invisible wave since. The soldiers took no notice of it however. If they had they might have been slightly less stupid and not fired at the craft.
"No I prefer to warp slowly between places, instantaneous travel between battlefields doesn't appeal to me, plus this way it feels like your moving, all be it at four times the speed of sound"
Bullets smashed into the wall of the Shed sending splinters flying into the metal lined control room. The Professor was franticly pushing buttons on a vast control panel. Rose, who was told to press the big red button when the time came, stood a few feet to the side, and Eddy stood six feet below them, tinkering with the engine, guns and ion cannon. The Professor, realising the battle was upon them, flicked some switches and shields rose, repelling the bullets via a super powered magnetic field.
"Come on Eddy," The Professor shouted down a hatch in the floor. "We need that ion cannon blast before the rest of the troops are aware of us."
"Almost ready," came Eddy's faint voice. "Almost... almost... FIRE!"
Rose smashed her fist into the red button, sending a blast into the city. It was wide shot, so it did not rip a hole in the time-space continuum, but it did cause a terrible buzzing noise to fill the minds of the Draken. No longer could they communicate and in there confusion they wandered aimlessly, going insane with the noise.
"And this Rose," said The Professor pushing a row of green buttons in quick succession. "Is where I differentiate myself from my pacifist cousin Who as I did in London." As he said this the field guns below all fired, all 886 guns, all from different time periods and planets. Shells, accelerated by the magnetic field, hurtled towards the Draken as the Shed swooped gracefully, or as gracefully as a garden shed could, over their heads.
The Shed flew on leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. City after City was cleared of Draken as people cheered and gave praise to god for deliverance. Soon the entire east coast was cleared and the world press, which was now getting on track and reporting all these events, followed the Shed in helicopters, trucks, cars, on motorcycles and in planes. Everyone on earth was amazed by this Shed, which unlike the Tardis they all knew and loved, did not peacefully travel from one place to the other in a blink of an eye, but travelled slowly, it was almost visible to the naked eye, and it was by no means peaceful. Shell after shell left the barrels of its guns, blast after blast came from its ion cannon. The first Draken on the American continent to notice the Shed were now long dead, along with well over 8 million of their fellows.
Waves of data flew through the air. From a ship, orbiting the earth; a general was trying to make contact. An aerial thankfully not shot off by Draken picked up the data. A computer, which had processed its sender and its content, made it known to The Professor who, bringing the Shed to a halt, put the data on his large screen TV and put his webcam in front of him. Both acts had baffled Rose at the time.
"Ah..." The Professor started looking into the velocirapter like face of The General, as he was known to his troops. "So you want to negotiate, yes?"
Over the crackly audio came a voice which was obviously finding it hard to speak English; "Yes," it growled, fury bubbling beneath a slightly calmer exterior. "I wish to withdraw my remaining troops. This planet is more trouble than it is worth. Almost 9 million of my best soldiers you have wiped out!" His anger was beginning to over flow. "Nearly my entire invasion forces you have destroyed. I will have to start conscripting form peaceful planets deep within our empire now. I HOPE YOUR HAPPY YOU BASTARD!" The Professor could not help chuckling. "Anyway," the General continued. "I am willing to leave this planet; it obviously has your, powerful protection. So Professor What I am willing to leave, IF YOU STOP BOMBING MY FRICKING TROOPS!"
"Oh all right general; I will leave you troops alone while they withdraw. But beware, if they cross me again and I am in the mood for a bit of fun you might as well kiss them behind because all you will find of them is their bones and broken ships. Now go! Computer end communications." He turned round and faced Eddy and Rose. "We won't see him for a while."
"He knew you?" asked Rose still in a daze, despite her time with the Doctor this was a very new way of saving the planet for her.
"Oh yeah, the general and I are old friends," laughed The Professor. "Now, your planet is saved no?" Rose nodded as, on the screen she saw the drop ships pull out and follow the General's ship off out of the universe. "Now why don't you come collecting with me? There is nothing left for you here, I imagine but I don't really know, but I do know I met you on the run while Draken chased you so I imagine you family and friends have been eaten. Anyway little or nothing left here, come with me and we will travel the stars, collecting. And maybe you can tell me more about this 'organise'. Yes? Oh go on. I haven't had as much fun on my own for the last 100 years as I did with you today. Go on say yes."
"Well, I have already travelled the stars with the Doctor," The Professor's face fell, "But I think, as you quite rightly pointed out there is nothing left for me on earth. So what the hey, I'll come." The Professor was just about to press the button marked 'make Shed go now' when Rose added a little proviso. "But on ONE condition, We get a translator because it is going to be fricking hard for me if we are in a solar system where I have no idea what people are saying."
"Ok cool I think I have one somewhere in my collection and if not we will just pick one up at a 'Ma and Pa's bare essential travelling supplies'" Rose, letting her old life go, pushed the green button and, in front of the dozens of press helicopters the Shed blasted a hole in through space and disappeared into it.