AN: One more chapter after this! I'm just happy to be done with this sub-par story. It wasn't easy to write, at all. Scholar III POV.
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Ch 9: Some Assistance Is Needed
When we made our way up the deserted corridors, I knew something was wrong. Scholars I and II could even sense it, judging by the lack of bickering. If everyone was okay, there would be more laughter and/or explosions, and the ship was as silent as a tomb. Sure enough, I was right to be worried.
All of our comrades were trapped in containment tubes. with the exception of Scholar IV, who was pretending to be trapped as she tried to break everyone else out. There appeared to be a melodramatic speech coming from the Black Guardian, but I quickly tuned him out. It was simply the whole 'I'm a villain who delights in chaos and wants to wreck the universe' schtick. Finally, I got bored of hiding and made my move.
From what I could see, around the Black Guardian's neck was a device that simultaneously coerced the Alliance into working together and tied the Black Guardian to this plane of existence. I simply strode over to him and crushed it underfoot. That impulse, while ridding us of the greater evil and releasing Group Three, also happened to free the Alliance from their compulsion to cooperate. Oops.
I shouted over to Scholar II, "Take care of the Daleks! I'll handle the miscellaneous aliens as Scholars I and IV and the rest get rid of the leaders. You can play with the Sontarans later."
II grudgingly nodded as she fried the Daleks. Soon, the leader were kaput, but we had a bit of a bigger problem. The jewel was set to start a self-destruct countdown on the ship once it was destroyed. The paradox of the Doctors dying before becoming the next Doctor could shred the universe like confetti if Scholar IV didn't stop it.
AN: One more chapter to go! I've got the next one planned out, but you'll see it eventually. I love torturing any readers with cliffhangers.