Sarah and the Sontarans landed on short, white grass as the light around them began to fade away. The planet was covered with ruins. Fallen, silver, octagonal buildings that looked like they were once large, impressive places but were now reduced to nothing more than ruins. Metallic, silver barricades surrounded the area near them, as well as crashed, unearthly green oval spaceships that Sarah presumed belonged to some Rutan invaders.
"You will follow us, Sarah Jane Smith."
Sarah reluctantly followed the Sontarans towards a patch of white grass that looked oddly out of place. One of the Sontarans bent down and lifted up a hatch, under which laid a small metallic bunker. A Sontaran sat on a small throne looked up as they entered.
"Sarah Jane is no longer useful to us, emperor Marxx. How shall we dispose of her?"
"Like every Sontaran does as a war instinct. Kill her. Then continue to work towards the job at hand. We must kidnap her son."
"You will never go anywhere near my son! I won't let you."
"Shut up, human. That half form is vital if we're to survive our on-going war against the Rutans."
"He's just a boy. He shouldn't be dragged into your war. He isn't a soldier."
"A half form with intelligence beyond any other life form."
"Intelligence that can be used for more important things. Only you Sontarans will never understand that."
"Nothing is more important than war."
"Well, sorry I disagree with you."
Sarah opened the hatch, climbed out and ran across the white grass.
"AFTER HER!" emperor Marxx commanded to the Sontarans, who began to pile out and chase after her.
"Oh, Doctors. Where are you?" Sarah asked desperately.
The Doctors, Luke, Clyde, Rani and Maria gathered around the 11th Doctor's TARDIS console, as the 11th Doctor desperately ran around operating it.
"You've redecorated."
"Let me guess, you don't like it? I always say that. It's become…a habit of mine."
"No, I do like it actually. Very Gallifreyan."
"Okay, that's different. Not every day your previous self agrees with your recent TARDIS desktop theme."
"Why does it look like it's from an old 1980s TV movie, though?" asked Clyde. "I mean, not that I don't like it…."
"What's wrong with 1980s TV movies?" said the 11th Doctor, frowning. "1980s TV movies are cool."
"Doctor, while you've been gassing away with my good friend Clyde, the TARDIS has just landed. As much as I like to see a future incarnation of mine having his desktop theme mocked by a kid, I think we better go and find Sarah before she's in any more danger. Sontar is known among the cosmos to be very dangerous during this time period."
"Good point, Doctor. Everybody, out. No time for tweeting on your phone, Clyde. Sarah's in very big danger. Very very big danger. Very very very bi-"
"Yeah. I think I've got the point now, Doctor."
The six of them exited the TARDIS to find a long, vast area of silver grass ahead. No sign of Sarah.
"Ah, this could take a while." Quipped the 11th Doctor, observing the planet around him.
Sarah looked around frantically. No sign of a blue box anywhere. Although she could swear she heard the materialization sound. The Sontarans were now firing their weapons at her and she was having a hard job diving out of the way every second. She ran and ran, until she noticed a spaceship that looked familiar to the one she noticed before. Sarah ran up to it and the door to the ship opened up before her. She curiously entered slowly. In front of her was a cockpit and sat on a chair in front of some plane-like controls was a green octopus creature swarming with electricity. A Rutan.
"You are a friend of the Sontarans." It said menacingly. "I have heard about your Sontaran band, Sarah Jane Smith. Therefore you must understand I cannot let you go. You are my prisoner and you will follow my every command or die."