A/N: I know I know, that took f'rever! :o Too... much... stuff... to... do... :o

There's a Star Wars/Doctor Who crossover story that has been worked on as a semi co-write between myself and the-writer1988, it's called "Time and the Jedi". So swing on over to her profile to have a read by all means! :D s/11534975/1/Time-and-the-Jedi

Chapter 5 - Welcome to New Shada

The Doctor and Jack had spent the day being taken on a tour around the Neo Proclamation by Leya and an enthusiastic Zak telling them about all the features they were planning for it. They walked into empty room after empty room, Zak and Leya explaining the intended layout of a small tourist area, and even a campus with halls of residence for students. Zak had explained how they wanted to be inclusive to the people of the Universe, and their CEO, Tchan, was out gathering materials and volunteers who would arrive in a few weeks to help with the building.

They had dinner - a takeaway ordered from one of the Haxun planets that arrived by delivery pod in thirty minutes - talking about menial things before Zak and Jack disappeared to bed. The Doctor tried not to think too hard about what they were doing.

Leya then escorted the Doctor to a small bedroom. It was single quarters with modern decor - the walls white and featureless, except for a giant mirror on the wall like some sort of dance studio. The bed was more of a sleeping pod, with a close down window, vents and a controlled heating system. It had an adjoining bathroom that Rose had found quite fascinating, enthusing in the Doctor's head about the strange upright toilet and odd sensory washing system that somehow didn't need water.

Finally he stripped down to shirt and boxers before lying down on the surface of sleeping pod on his side, seeing himself reflected in the giant mirror.

You look tired.

The Doctor sighed, staring at his reflection. 'It's Shada.'

What about it?

'Shada was a Time Lord prison,' the Doctor told her. 'Built for the most dangerous criminals in the universe.'

Been there?

'Not as such. The Master has.'

So someone rebuilt the Time Lord prison planet after the war? Wait, was Shada destroyed in the Time War?

'I assumed so.'

Didn't you check?

'The location is hidden,' the Doctor told her. 'It's notoriously very difficult to find.'

So you don't actually know whether it still exists?

'Nope.'

It's not gonna be the same one. Zak said New Shada.

'I know, but the fact that someone felt the need to rebuild it is…' The Doctor paused, still staring at his reflection in the mirror. 'It's worrying me.'

You think it's not right?

'No one had the right to rebuild it, Rose,' the Doctor said seriously, his brow creasing and his voice becoming harsher, 'only Time Lords. Only me, Brax and the Master, no one else. No one else had any right to rebuild it. It was Time Lord, it wasn't meant to be rebuilt, it didn't have to rebuilt and definitely not by another species...!'

She didn't answer that.

He paused, looking apologetically at his reflection. 'Sorry.'

It's okay. Bit close to home, yeah?

'... Yeah.'

We just need to get to Sirrus. It doesn't matter about Shada… New Shada… y'know what I mean.

'I s'pose not,' the Doctor muttered.

Go to sleep.

He offered a smile to his reflection. 'Thank you.'

You're welcome. Now c'mon, I wanna see how this sleepin' pod thing works.

He rolled his eyes, hitting a few buttons on a panel. The screen locked down into place, warmth flooded the pod and the sides seemed to automatically dim to cancel the outside light.

Oh, that's so weird.

The Doctor grinned. 'Night.'

Night.

He closed his eyes, hugging himself almost instinctively as he drifted off to sleep.

'Don't do this.'

Zak's voice was so tiny Jack almost didn't hear it. He had to look at his lover, who was laid naked next to him, gazing at the immortal with big, begging eyes. He looked so innocent. The way he'd looked the first night Jack had met him.

'I'm sorry,' Jack replied. 'We've gotta save Rose.'

'It doesn't have to be New Shada,' Zak insisted.

'You suggested it,' Jack pointed out.

'I know but… Jack, that place is for Class Four prisoners and above. I don't want to sign the document to put you and the Doctor in there. That place is for the worst criminals in the universe.'

'Nothing we ain't seen before.'

'No, you don't get it,' Zak stressed, sitting up. 'It's hell. They'll have you, they'll all have you. So's Sirrus. These people are disgusting, Jack.'

'I know, I used to be one of 'em,' Jack replied honestly.

'What?'

Jack sighed, looking at his lover. 'Didn't tell you that bit yet, did I?'

Zak stared blankly at him. Jack couldn't help but smile at his rabbit-in-headlights expression, pushing himself up to embrace him.

'It's okay,' he told Zak softly in his ear. 'Hey, I'm immortal. Can't get hurt.'

'Your head can,' Zak replied smally.

Jack paused, just holding him momentarily until he pulled back, just running his hand through Zak's thick brown hair in silence for a while until Zak caught his hand, stilling it mid-movement.

'Don't go,' Zak reinforced.

'What are you scared of?' Jack wondered seriously.

'You hang out with 'em, you become one of 'em,' Zak replied shortly. 'They'll turn you into them, you'll become part of their world.'

Jack was about to dismiss the very thought, but quickly realised that it wasn't actually such a ridiculous notion. Falling into that world when he'd been younger had been the easiest thing he'd ever done in his life. But he couldn't go back now.

Could he?

'I promise I'll come back, just like I am,' Jack said sincerely, staring unblinkingly in Zak's eyes. 'I'm not going back to that. What I've got now… you, the Doctor, Rose, everyone else… I'm not losing that. It's too good. Okay?'

Zak shifted uncomfortably. Jack leant forward on impulse, kissing him deeply.

'I love you,' Jack said sincerely.

'I love you too.'

New Shada Prisoner Admission

As per universal law, after prosecution each offender should be sorted into one of the following classes according to their offence.

Offence severity (Please see accompanying document for more details)

Class One: Petty theft, public exposure and similar offences.

Class Two: Kidnapping, armed robbery and similar offences.

Class Three: Murder, sexual assault and similar offences.

(Note: New Shada only accepts Class Four prisoners and above)

Class Four: Mass murder, regicide and similar offences.

Class Five: Genocide, war crimes and similar offences.

Once sorted into class, each prisoner should then be sorted into a risk category. This is the risk at which they would be if incarcerated inside New Shada. Indications of risk include species, previous offences and psychological aspects. A separate psychological profile will be needed in evidence upon your submission.

Risk degrees

1st degree: Low-risk. Prisoner unlikely to be targeted or target others. Prisoner OK for shared cell quarters.

2nd degree: Mid-risk. Prisoner may target others. Prisoner OK for shared cell quarters, up to four people.

3rd degree: Mid-risk. Prisoner may be targeted. Prisoner OK for shared call quarters, up to four people.

4th degree: High-risk. Prisoner likely to target others. Prisoner OK for twin or single cell quarters. Monitoring possibly needed.

5th degree: High-risk. Prisoner likely to be targeted. Prisoner OK for twin or single cell quarters. Monitoring possibly needed.

6th degree: Ultra-risk. Prisoner will target others. Prisoner OK for solitary confinement with no social interaction, with possibility of single cell quarters after examination at one year. Constant monitoring required via implant.

7th degree: Ultra-risk. Prisoner will be targeted. Prisoner OK for single cell quarters with minimal social interaction. Constant monitoring required using a Follow-Me drone bot.

Your prisoners

Profile One: The Doctor. Time Lord. Charged with mass murder. Placed as Class Four, 7th degree prisoner. Sentence 25389 cycles.

Profile Two: Jack Harkness. Human. Charged with regicide. Placed as Class Four, 3rd degree prisoner. Sentence 12250 cycles.

Your (2) prisoners have been accepted. Transportation will arrive at 4.9 universal time.

Just an hour after Zak had sent all the documents Jack Harkness found himself sat in one of the criminal transportation vessels, his hands and feet cuffed with unbreakable fusling chains that were attached to a wall. The pod he was in was filled with the noise and sweat of other aliens - utterly overcrowding his senses. Various death threats and swear words were flying around the room in the foreboding atmosphere of the vessel, but he wasn't getting involved. There was a time when he would have as an angry young man - angry at the universe and everything in it for what it had done to him. Now he was older - a thousand years older in fact - and in that time he'd found 20th century Earth, met the Doctor and Rose, saved millions of people and done a hell of a lot of growing up.

When before he would have joined in with the threats of the criminals, now he was only silent and gazing at them with such old eyes, thinking only about the welfare of the Doctor. He was on a separate vessel and no doubt subjected to even worse circumstances as a Time Lord, if one of his fellows had a good sense of smell.

It wasn't long until the vessel stopped moving with a clunk, prompting more vile words to spew from his fellow prisoners. The heavy metal door rolled up, and out emerged a crowd of heavily armed judoon, calling for all New Shada prisoners to present themselves. Jack stood up, immediately, eager to get out of the sweaty pod.

The Judoon took him through the door, maintaining several guns to his head. He walked with them obediently, through various corridors until they stepped out of the transport vessel and onto the surface of New Shada, albeit shielded in a tunnel with clear walls.

In front of him there was a colossal jet black tower that looked like one gargantuan obsidian shard thrusting up apparently high enough to meet the stars above. Around its shaft in the sky were huge, stormy clouds spiralling around its point, as though they were afraid to meet it. The tower itself was glinting in what little light there was, making it look as though one slight graze on one of its edges would sever a whole finger.

Through the windows he could see the surrounding landscape was almost completely barren - barely a trace of flora or fauna to be seen except some threatening looking blood red plants, and also a large worm with sharp teeth, oozing something black and disgusting as it stared at him as he walked by, safe in the tunnel. Something had clearly happened to this planet a very long time ago that had completely killed all the productive life, leaving only parasites.

He swallowed, but continued walking with the judoon down the tunnel to the end. On the way they past through several force fields, but looking out of the windows as he walked Jack wasn't quite sure if they were meant to keep prisoners in or the wildlife out. That worm had followed him all the way down the tunnel until it encountered the first force field, and could only look longingly at Jack's flesh with those terrible teeth bared.

Finally he made it to an entrance of some kind. He was escorted into a room filled with faceless droids, where his shackles were removed, he was searched, scanned and branded with a tattoo in the shape of a dragon. Only when the droids were satisfied was he moved along, out of the room and to a little window with another droid sat behind the screen.

'Name,' it prompted in an electronic voice without a hint of a questioning tone.

'Jack Harkness,' Jack replied.

'Crime.'

'... Regicide,' he said after a moment's hesitation, almost forgetting his cover story in the experience.

'In accordance with your life span, your sentence is 12250 cycles. You are designated a Class Four, third degree prisoner. Your prisoner ID is NSJHHC1D301. This is the ID of your bunk. Your species and gender requires a basic calorie intake of 2,500. This will come in three meals a day at hours one, five and ten via the food chutes. The food is not negotiable. Exercise will be taken at hour three each day. You are permitted social interaction at hour eleven each day. There will be no communicating in communal spaces outside exercise or social interaction hours. This includes telepathy or other forms of messaging. There will be no crime. This includes violence, rape, damage to property, extortion and other illicit activities. There will be no appeals. There will be no complaints. There will be no internal trading. There will be no external visits. There will be no external messaging. You will follow all orders given by staff of New Shada. You may choose to take up a reformation activity after four weeks of integration. By agreeing to this you are contracted to New Shada. If you accept the contract and are found to be in breach of these rules, you will be forfeit to the most severest of penalties. If you do not accept this contract, you will be held in solitary confinement until you agree. Do you accept the contract?'

'I do.'

'Confirmed,' the droid buzzed without emotion. 'You will proceed to your bunk without any social interaction. Your sentence stands at 12250 cycles. Proceed.'

Jack took that as a cue, turning away from the window to another set of doors. They opened and closed in turn in front and behind him, until he was finally standing in New Shada.

He was standing on metal gantry above a communal area, filled with people sitting on the benches below. They were all a complete mix of species - draconian, ogron and sontaran to name a few - all milling around in complete silence.

He instinctively looked for the Doctor, but he couldn't see him anywhere, so with a glance at the nearest droid who was apparently staring straight at him, he turned and headed to the dormitory area.

The dormitory area was far more reminiscent of a Victorian prison than Jack would've liked. stretching for miles were small room with metal doors, and it took about ten minutes to locate his. When he got there he found a simple, featureless metal room, with a shared toilet through an alcove with an open washing pod next to it. There were two square holes in the back wall - food chutes, Jack figured - which were currently empty. There were two sets of bunk beds pressed up against each wall, two of which contained people. One was a draconian, half of his head scaly, with a pointed crown and ears. The second was a green silurian, also scaly.

They looked up at him, but barely acknowledged his presence. Jack simply walked to the bunk with his prisoner number on the side - the top bunk on the right - and climbed up to sit on it. It was a little hard, but functioned as a bed perfectly adequately.

He laid down on it, and for a moment just stayed still. There was nothing but the sound of people moving around outside. He wondered how the Doctor was doing.

The Doctor, having been deemed a seventh degree prisoner, had been assigned a small Follow-Me bot that dutifully followed him throughout the prison corridors, monitoring all that happened to him. He'd also been given his own single quarters, with a bed, a toilet and a food chute and not much else.

Unfortunately on his transportation vessel there had been a Jarxon - a species with a powerful sense of smell - who hadn't taken long to latch onto the Time Lord's scent. The Jarxon had then spent the rest of the trip gazing at the Doctor with narrowed, ferocious eyes. The Doctor wasn't stupid. Being a Time Lord made him New Shada's number one target, and the Jarxon would like nothing more than to make the Doctor his prison slave. Getting Zak to enter him as a seventh degree prisoner at least gave him some protection and space away from the more hostiles. Not that it would matter much in the long run.

Luckily they had all been escorted off of the transportation vessel individually, giving the Doctor enough time to get to his cell before he was jumped. He was only hoping that the Jarxon couldn't follow his scent.

It was only when he was in his cell with the door closed that he finally relaxed a little, pulling off his jacket to check his arm. There was the dragon tattoo, as was the mark of a prisoner from Shada.

'First mark on the new body,' the Doctor moaned out loud, running his fingers over it.

Can you get it off when you're done?

'No,' the Doctor replied. 'I'm going to have to keep it covered wherever we go. The dragon breaks when you've served your sentence… assuming it works the same as old Shada here. But it won't break - we're not staying that long. Just long enough for Jack to find a target.'

I still think your plan is mental.

'Whatever gets us to Sirrus,' the Doctor answered shortly, pulling his jacket back on.

Suddenly the door opened. The Doctor looked up to register a prison droid, walking in with hissing hydraulics in its legs.

'Can I help you?' the Doctor asked seriously.

'No talking!' the Droid snapped.

'Oh, sorry, forgot,' the Doctor replied meekly.

'No talking!' the Droid stressed.

'Oh, I talked again didn't I? Sorry.'

'NO TALKING!' the Droid screeched, and produced a gun. The Doctor shut his mouth, hands in the air. After a few moments the Droid put the gun away. 'You will follow. You have been summoned the the Prison Office.'

You've only been here two minutes. What for!?

The Doctor couldn't answer her out loud as he obediently got up and allowed the Droid to cuff his wrists with fusling chains. He then followed the Droid out of the room to areas unknown, his Follow-Me zipping behind in his wake.