A/N: Yea for reviews. I like to cross my genres, btw. So this may be a bit fantasy as well as Sci-Fi. But it's my own story and I am having fun writing it.
I do not own Doctor Who but I do own Ta'sheeka and her past.
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Chapter Two: Contemplation
Sitting in a cell, in one of the organic ships of the Mala'shra, Ta'sheeka sat pondering her fate. The planet Ta'arra, she thought of all the stories she knew concerning the planet. Sitting and listening along with her brothers and sisters to the legends and history they had regarding their past:
A long time ago, our people traveled across the stars, curiosity was their master, and exploration was a fascination, our people did not decide to stay home.
This would always prompt a question from her.
"Mother, why do our people, not travel as much anymore?"
Her mother would smile and would answer.
Because, child our people saw that the others around them were different, and became afraid of them. They did not grow the things they needed like we do. They relied on metal machines, wires, strange devices to do their will. Our people saw them as a corruption to our way of life and came home to Mala'shi thoroughly disgusted by them. Our people also did not understand them, they were different than us. There leaders looked like our newly sprouted offspring and there young ones looked like our leaders. It was strange to us.
Ta'sheeka would badger her mother yet again with another question.
"Did they harm us?"
Her mother would respond:
Many races thought because our leaders looked like their children, sought to conquer us and bring us under their domain. They were foolish, child. Our bio-tech was powerful and we drove them back, humbled. Many signed treaties with us and we signed treaties with them as well. Even though our bio-tech was powerful, we still suffered the affects of war. The clan system of our people deteriorated and with the death of one of the twelve clan fathers, chaos erupted. The remaining fathers fought over their brother's position, and civil war erupted among us. And then the stranger came. He mocked our war and the fathers of the clans were overthrown. And then the stranger disappeared, it was as if he never existed. But we know he did exist for he came in a strange blue box.
Ta'sheeka would then ask another question and her brothers and sisters would pester her and state:
Who cares about the stranger, we want to know about the planets our ancestors visited, we already heard about the war and how our people established the elders, the wisest and oldest among us as our leaders and they established our castes, why do you want to hear about the civil war, Ta'sh?
Ta'sheeka's mother would laugh and stated, "you leave your sister be, she is the youngest and has not heard about the war and why things are as they are, now."
Ta'sheeka would whine, "It's because of the stranger that we live the way we do. It is his fault that we have the castes and that we live so poorly."
Her mother would then continue with the narrative.
Some planets were strong others were weak. We often gave gifts to the leaders of planets. Gifts of flowers, gifts of food, and gifts of wisdom of how to farm the land better. The people of Ta'arra called us fair ones; they called us people from the sky. Eventually we left them for we had felt we had taught them all we could with their poor land and their poor technology. But enough lessons for tonight, my children. It is time for dinner and we must eat.
Ta'sheeka felt the ship land, she already missed her family, but her family was dead. They had been the first killed when she had protested the way her people lived. There lives had been taken as an example and a warning to stop her protest; it was their deaths that lead her to more violent methods. She felt lonelier being sentenced to an exile far away from her planet and from the people of her birth. The guards fetched her out of her cell and she was made to walk outside of the ship.
As they walked out of the ship, it was a strange land, mostly trees, very primitive indeed. They undid her bonds and one of the guards handed her a survival pack, filled with basic Mala'shraian bio tech that might help her survive in exile. And then the Mala'shraian ship left and she was alone. In the days, years and centuries that passed, Ta'sheeka managed to survive. Even though, the humans at this time still treated her as if she was a mythical being, Ta'sheeka was scared that she would be found out and killed. So over 500 years passed and rumors spread to the present day of a woman who looked like an elf or perhaps a nymph. For all Mala'shra had pointed ears and a waif-like look about them. However, Ta'sheeka did not know that the day was coming soon that she would meet the stranger in the blue box, one that would affect her future in so many different ways.