A/N - I don't own Doctor Who.
Chula Ship.
By TimeTraveller-1900.
When the Time Lords had planned to exile the Doctor and force a new incarnation on him, they'd given him the chance to tell them where he would want to be exiled. The Doctor had asked to be exiled to the 1920s so he could enjoy a peaceful renaissance of the 20th century before he got to work on repairing his TARDIS.
During his trial, the Doctor had reflected on just how tired he actually was, and he had decided to rest for a while and enjoy the opportunities granted to him by the exile, even if he would be constantly aware of how many blocks there were on his knowledge.
The Time Lords had accepted his choice. They didn't ask why he wanted to be exiled in the 20s. They didn't care, and the Doctor didn't want to enlighten them about why he wished to be exiled there.
His TARDIS arriving on December, 1st, 1921, the Doctor had begun enjoying himself. He had gone to many theatres and seen many productions, he had visited the cinema and watched many old classics, and he had even travelled to Asia, America, and other countries using the TARDIS, thankful his ship could move around the planet despite not being allowed to re-enter the Time Vortex. At the same time, he continued doing what he had done before his exile while enjoying what the planet had to offer the inevitable march of history led to the darkening in Germany as the Nazi government gained more and more power before Hitler became Chancellor in Germany.
The Doctor wasn't planning on getting involved unless he had no choice, and if history was being threatened by an alien power or if someone gained an idea which would become uncontrollable later on. As the years passed, the Doctor did step in to prevent unusual situations from growing out of control. As the 1940s crept closer, the Doctor was careful to keep the TARDIS close by as Hitler's desire for power grew.
But all of the Doctor's plans for simply sitting out World War 2 and waiting for the resources he would need to restore the memories the Time Lords had taken from him and to allow him the chance to move through time and space once more were thrown out of the door when the TARDIS picked up temporal signatures.
Time travellers.
The 20th century was a popular place to go for time travellers, it was only a matter of time before one arrived and he had been prepared to take advantage of it, maybe asking them for a lift to a future era so he'd have the means at his disposal to fix the TARDIS, but the Doctor found out the time travellers here had two-time machines; one was a Time Agent's vortex manipulator and the other was identical to the time drive of a Chula ship.
The presence of a Time Agent was worrying, and as the Doctor managed to teleport onboard the Chula ship, a check of the computer database had told him the owner, one Captain Jack Harkness had in his possession a Chula ambulance capsule, which he planned to use to con passing times travellers into thinking it was something valuable but he planned on destroying it before the other time traveller discovered what it was. The Doctor scanned the ambulance capsule with his sonic screwdriver and tutted.
"Insanity," he muttered to himself, knowing the nano genes contained inside would do more harm than Captain Harkness could conceive. The Doctor looked around the Chula control console with wonder. This was a time ship, and it could take him and his beloved TARDIS away from the 20th century…
No, wait. The Doctor suddenly rubbed the back of his neck in frustration before he ran his finger under his chin in this incarnation's thinking pose.
What about the owner, Captain Harkness? Despite the possibility of him being a Time Agent, and knowing that he had a vortex manipulator, the Doctor didn't want the other time traveller to be trapped here anyway. What if there was something wrong with his manipulator, and it failed to jump? On top of that, the Doctor didn't know if the other time traveller had some kind of tracking device on this ship, so if it was stolen he'd simply jump to where it was going to be.
The Doctor touched the pilot's chair longingly, and then he realised that he could still make use of it, and with a bit of luck on his side, he could slip away before Captain Harkness noticed it was even gone…
X
The Doctor grinned as his stolen Chula warship arrived in secret near the planet Chula Prime in the past. The Chula were planning on using their world at this point in time as a place to recycle their warships. The Chula were a fairly militaristic species; they weren't as extreme as the Daleks or the Sontarans, but they believed it was better to be safe than sorry when it came to war. Not many races would want to fight them; the Chula were not renowned for their patience in war. Total destruction of the enemy was their belief of the key to their survival.
The Doctor had arrived at a point in time where the Chula were on the cusp of phasing out their technology. According to the log entries, he had been reading, the Time Agency and Captain Harkness all believed the Chula warships were being destroyed. And that was true to a certain degree, but the Time Agency didn't realise the Chula were actually taking their ships back through time and recycling the technology to keep it from falling into unwanted hands.
They had decided to travel back to a point in time to their homeworld, protected by temporal baffles to prevent other time travellers from realising they were here, and while it worked for some time travelling groups, organisations and races, it did not work against the Time Lords. They had known for a long time now ever since the Chula had mastered time travel, the Chula would use their planet's prehistoric past, a past that was guarded at all times against those who would try using time travel against the Chula to prevent them from existing without knowing the consequences, to break down their technology and the Time Lords were alright with that protocol as it was similar to their own, and they knew the Chula weren't stupid enough to litter the cosmos with time technology.
The Doctor patted the cable linked to the ship's master console which ran from the console to the TARDIS he had teleported onboard. He had managed to boost the perception filter in his TARDIS to prevent the Chula from getting wind of his presence while he teleported down to the planet below. Once the Doctor placed the ship in direct orbit of the planet and he completed the scans of the planet to see where the Chula ships were. He wasn't surprised that the Chula had assembled the scrapyard in a region that was remote and far from any of their indigenous life. The Doctor knew that the scrapyard would be there for centuries, and then it would be dismantled quietly and efficiently and cleaned up thoroughly to make sure there was nothing there for their people to discover. And then it would happen all over again after the Chula developed time travel, and they realised the harm that would come if they left their technology lying around.
The Doctor walked into the TARDIS and checked the transmat system. All TARDISes contained an emergency transmat system which was used to send their pilots to safe locations, or if they were exploring somewhere they would just be transported to a different place without needing to move the TARDIS. At the same time, if the Time Lord crew was separated from their ship, be it either because the TARDIS had fallen down a chasm or was deep underwater, the transmat system could get them back without any problem. The downside was the transmat, while powerful, had a limited range; a beam could transport the Doctor from Earth to the moon, but the system was so obscure he hadn't thought to use it at all during that mess with the Ice Warriors and the seed pods. He had only just remembered it by chance when he had been working on the systems.
Boosted with the Chula teleporter, the TARDIS transmat would get him down to the planet.
The Doctor's hands danced over the controls as he set the transmat coordinates, correcting himself twice before he finished in satisfaction. Picking up a long slim, futuristic rifle-like device, the Doctor felt himself be pushed through the transmat wormhole; he saw the TARDIS console and the antiques his previous incarnations displayed shimmer away like he was seeing them in a bubble and then he found himself in a highly ordered junkyard.
Quickly hiding, the Doctor looked around the junkyard. He quickly came across several Chula warships. He boarded three of them, and he found them all in excellent condition. Once he had checked them out, the Doctor looked for their admin discs which gave them a number and indicated their place in the queue for scrapping. He found none.
Good.
That meant it was much easier to take them.
The Doctor had timed his arrival here perfectly; the Chula were currently dumping their ships and obsolete technology on the planet and would scrap it later, but everything would be logged in the computers as soon as they were finished. But the Chula, despite their precautions or because of them, hadn't bothered to tag their ships. With a bit of luck, when he took them any Chula would assume the ships had gone or they had been moved somewhere else for some reason.
The Doctor lifted the rifle device and aimed it at the first of the three ships. He activated it. A beam of energy struck one of the ships, and it shrank down until he could fit it into the palm of his hand. He repeated the process with the other two ships, and as he picked them up they fit in the palm of his hand. He gently placed each ship in his pocket before he quickly teleported back to the TARDIS. Once he was back in the console room, the Doctor gently placed the dimensional stabiliser gun on the console, knowing it would be easy to reassemble into its original component so the TARDIS would be able to cross the vortex barriers, and he went back to the controls of the warship. He had to get the ship back to the 1940s.
X
After returning to the 1940s, the Doctor quickly realised he couldn't leave. A nano gene plague had begun by accident because Captain Harkness hadn't realised Chula medical technology had become so advanced medical instruments and drugs were seen as medieval and primitive, so they had come to use nanotechnology.
Because of that oversight, the former Time Agent, who had left because he had discovered the Time Agency had removed 2 years' worth of his memories, and he had become a con man. The nano genes had rebuilt a little boy called Jamie, who was caught in one of the German bombs, and the nano genes hadn't encountered a human, and so had problems identifying the differences between a human and the gas mask he was wearing, and they did their best before going on, believing that was what humans were like; a gas-masked person, calling for their mummy.
The Doctor had been worried about why a Chula ambulance with nano genes had been dumped in the London Blitz, but his attention had been diverted to the Chula time ships, but now he was back he was angry he had just left it late. Fortunately with Nancy, the boy's mother, the Doctor was able to stop the nano genes from rewriting humanity's DNA.
Once the incident was over, the Doctor resized one of the ships and used it to escape. Once he was out of Earth's orbit, the Doctor set the time engines to take him to 1963.