Doctor Who

Bodyswap

Featuring The Ninth Doctor and Tenth Doctor

The next part of this story in finally here. Sorry for the extremely long delay, but personal problems have prevented me from writing for a while. This will be a short chapter.

This will be the final 'prologue' chapter for this story, as it's about time the Ninth and Tenth Doctors met...

Chapter Five: The Zygon Backstory Part 2

"The empires of the future are the empires of the mind" - Winston Churchill

The following takes place between Journey's End and The Next Doctor

Exor, Malkor and Bexmor were greeted by the personal guard of Emperor Kardhar as they departed their craft in the landing deck. After arriving in Maximalforix System, their craft had been hailed by the Zygon flagship and ordered to appear in an 'audience' with their lord and emperor. The guard that met them off their craft were bigger and more darker in tone than the three warrior Zygons, plated in silver and gold armor covering their arms and legs to distinguish rank. No words were spoken between either party as they were led to the audience chamber.

They walked through gun-metal corridors with branching hallways, leading off to parts of the ship the three visitors weren't privy to seeing, although Exor knew they led to several engine rooms, the armour among other places that distinguished a Zygon flagship from others in the fleet. They solid footfalls echoed through the enclosed spaces as the party eventually came upon a brown, tarnished porthole flacked by two more members of the personal guard. As was customary, they handed over their weapons to the waiting Zygons who were at the beck and call of Kardhar.

Pistons hissed and motors turned as the porthole opened and Exor crouched low and entered. As Malkor and Bexmor attempted to follow their commander, energy sabres, radiating smoke-black energy, swung across from the waiting guards and blocked their path.

"What do you think your doing?" Malkor snarled, about to retaliate with a solid punch before one of the guards behind him swept his legs from under him and another pinned him to the floor.

In an instant, Bexmor was also slammed into the wall, slumping down into his own chest as all his extremities were pinched between stronger and better trained claws.

The personal guard, known as the Elite Guard, in whispered voices in dingier hovels that this, were an order of warriors for hire, made up of the best of the best from almost every species in the cosmos, even Daleks and Cyberman in the early days of their order. The members were handpicked by the High Breed and taken from their planets to be trained. Upon completion of the training, they could be hired by anybody with the right amount of currency and notoriety. Emperor Kardhar was one such individual.

Inside, Exor became aware that he was alone save two of the Elite, but said nothing or gave any physical indication that he'd noticed, or was stressed or put upon by such an event. Instead, he walked towards the centre of the room and collapsed down onto both knees as smaller and lighter footsteps were heard approaching.

Kardhar was one of the smaller Zygons on record, coming up to Exor's mid chest as a comparison. In order to show his place in the hierarchy of the Zygon monarchy, green bulbs punctuated various places on his body, most noticeably on his arms. They glowed and hummed with energy generated by his own body, a by-product of the monarchy upbringing of preserving themselves in liquid Aqrivium during periods of rest. He had the temperament, fighting skill and social skills of a school-yard infant, but it was Exor's duty to listen to everything he said.

"I heard what you did on Blanken. You are to be commended on your efforts during this war"

"Emperor" was all Exor said as he stood up and followed his emperor to the window before them.

Outside, they could see nothing but flashes of light from the raging battles against the clear blanket sky of space. For moments, both Zygons said nothing to each other, letting the atmosphere settle as each prepared what they would say next. Kardhar spoke first.

"Have you heard of the Polman Execute?"

Exor was taken aback by this sudden reveal of why he had been summoned. The Polman Execute?! He asked himself as Kardhar continued.

"I won't need to go into detail then. The necessary elements are in place, and execution has been grafted to you and you alone. Are you truly aware of what must happen now?"

Exor stammered a simple 'yes' and grappled if he should speak of his reservations moments before he did.

"My Emperor, are you truly sure that this is the right course of action? By the time the Polman Execute..."

Pain lashed through his entire body as black energy pulsed through is body and caused him to stumble against the glass of the window. An Elite with an energy sabre stood over him, beckoned forward by Kardhar before Exor had even opened his mouth. The Emperor, despite his size, throttled the Zygon warrior as he hissed in response.

"We do not need the advice of warrior excrement such as yourself. You, and every Zygon since the birth of our species, is aware of the risks and dangers and rewards of The Polman Execute. My earlier statement was to make sure that knowledge hadn't been lost in that swamp-filled skull of yours!" Letting Exor drop the floor, he continued.

"Your orders are simple. You know what must be done. When next we speak, you will be God among those below us. The galaxy will tremble at our new and fearsome might".

With that, Exor was left slumped on the floor, no place for a warrior Zygon.

-Doctor Who-

Exor returned to his Zygon brothers to find them sitting against the wall, the only ones in the hallway. The Elite Guard had left, mostly likely gone with Kardhar.

"The Polman Execture"

Bexmor's eyes widened in horror at those words. "Is is really that bad? Does that mean..?"

Malkor jumped up and made for the door back to the hanger bay. "We have to get out of here before it happens. I'm assuming you have it?"

Exor grimly nodded as his brothers and followed them as they walked with a hurried pace to the hanger. "I have the name of the planet. Are you two aware of what needs to be done?"

Bother Exor and Malkor nodded in unison.

NEXT: Meetings