Angel's POV:
I was in ancient Egypt around the year 1334 B. C. I was running into the TARDIS as Mum and Dad had gone on their anniversary and let me borrow the TARDIS for a while till they gave me a call to come pick them up. I was running into the TARDIS from a certain someone "Bye, then. Lovely meeting you. Sorry about the mess." I shout as I run into the TARDIS as I try to restrain the elegant woman before me with a sheer gown and tall blue headdress, who was pushing me up against the TARDIS door and stroking my long ginger hair.
"You think I'll just let you leave without me, after what we've just been through?" Nefertiti tells me as she looks deep into my eye. Yeah, I didn't swing that way whatsoever unlike my mother from what I had heard from the stories they use to tell me.
"You've got the Egyptian people to rule, Queen Nefertiti. They'll need reassuring after that weapon-bearing giant alien locust attack we just stopped rather brilliantly." I tell her trying to change her mind. My phone beeped startling her and making it easier to escape her grasp. I look at the text I had received.
"Oh dear, sorry. I've got it set to Temporal News For You. That's interesting." I mumble to myself.
"What is?" Nefertiti asks me.
"Nothing. Not interesting. Not at all. Ooo, never been there. Exciting! I'm off!" I tell her and I race into the TARDIS setting off for Indian Space Agency. "Coming!" I exclaim in excitement my first mission so cool.
=Angel's Journal=
"Craft size approximately ten million square kilometers," Indira explains.
"A ship the size of Canada coming at Earth very fast. Any signs of life?" I ask her.
"We sent up a drone craft. It took these readings." Indira tells me and I look to see that Nefertiti has snuck onto the TARDIS with me but I really couldn't be asked or have the time to get her back to her time just yet. I look at the incoming spaceship is a central mass with lots of big pods extending out of it.
"Blimey, look at that. Ooo, I know someone who'd love to have a look at that. And the Ponds. Mustn't forget the Ponds, Neffy. Haven't seen them in ages. I'm riffing. People usually stop me when I'm riffing or carry on without me. That's also an option." I ramble it had to be a family trait from Dad.
"Can you communicate with this craft?" Nefertiti asks a question, a good question.
"She's with me. Good question, Neffy." I tell her looking at Indira to see what else they had found out.
"No. No response on any channel, in any recognized language. If it comes within ten thousand kilometers of Earth, we send up missiles." Indira informs us.
"Oh, Indira, I liked you before you said missiles. How long till the ship gets that close?" I ask her.
"Six hours nineteen minutes." Indira states.
"Right. Better get a shift on, then. Leave it with us. Come on, Neffy. We're going to need help." I tell her as I race off again.
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I race out of the TARDIS where we had landed in the African Plains in the year 1902 A.D. by a tent, at night. "More stew?" I ask him sitting by the fire.
"Where've you been, woman? Seven months. You said you were popping out for some licorice. I had two very disappointed dancers on my hands. Not that I couldn't manage." Riddell tells me but I really didn't want to know the details.
"Riddell, listen. I've found, well, something." I tell him knowing that was about enough for him to get interested.
"No, no, no, no, no. I shan't fall for that again. What is it?" Riddell asks and I knew I had him hooked.
"I've no idea. Do you want to find out?" I ask him and I knew the next stop was important.
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I had the TARDIS materialize in the living room of the pond house and I start for the next stop which was the unknown spaceship. "Hello! You weren't busy, were you?" I ask them looking over controls making sure I did this right. "Well, like my Dad would always say 'even if you were, it wasn't as interesting as this probably is.' Didn't want you to miss it. Now, just a quick hop." I tell them and the TARDIS was going towards the large spaceship. "Everyone grab a torch."
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We step outside to see a dark and dusty corridor, with cobwebs. No obvious indication of usage, the whole place is just big open-plan. "Spiders. Don't normally get spiders in space." I comment and I noticed someone else come out of the TARDIS, one too many. Strange.
"What the?" The Man seems shocked.
"I'm guessing you have no idea how we got here and why we're here huh?" I ask him, he nods his head in response. "Rory, who is he?" I ask Rory looking at him.
"Angel. That's my dad." Rory answers.
"How did you get aboard?" I ask him.
"You materialized around us." Rory answers.
"Oh. Well, that's fine, then. My mistake. Hello, Brian. How are you? Nice to meet you. Welcome, welcome. This is the gang. I've got a gang. Yes. Come on then, everyone." I tell them as we walk on.
"Tell him something, quick." Amy orders Rory.
"Yes, thank you!" Rory snaps before he looks at his Dad.
"I'm not entirely sure what's going on," Brian says looking around.
"You know when Amy and I first got married and we went traveling-" Rory tries explaining.
"To Thailand." Brian supplies.
"More the entirety of space and time. In that police box." Rory tells him the truth and something seemed to be shaking the spaceship.
"Alright, where are we? What is that noise and hello, ten months? And where are your parents?" Amy asks looking at me like I had the answers.
"Well, I sense it's orbiting. More like pre-crashing. On a spaceship, don't know, and hello, Pond. Ten months. Time flies. Never really understood that phrase. Anyway, my parents are on their personal business probably making another younger sibling, so they letting me borrow the TARDIS anyway, this is Neffy, this is Riddell. They're with me." I tell her.
"Charmed." Riddell greets.
"With you? They're with you? Are they the new us for your parents? And really?" Amy asks me.
"No. They're just people. They're not Ponds. I thought we might need a new gang. Not really had a gang before. It's new." I tell her and at the far end of this hold is a big bulkhead door. Red lights come on either side of it. "It's coming down."
"What is it?" Riddell asks.
"No idea," I answer and it seems like it's a cargo lift, and it arrives with a thump. The doors open to reveal two large armored creatures it was brightly lit up by a very bright light coming from that end.
"Not possible." Brian gasps in shock.
"Run!" I shout as the others ran ahead as I stay behind.
"Angel!" Amy shouts for me.
"I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship!" I scream in joy this was awesome. Amy grabs my arm pulling me away from the ankylosaurs.
"In here!" Neffy shouts as we hid in a sort of alcove. The annoyed ankylosaurs, stop nearby. Riddell gets out a knife.
"I could take one of them. Short blow up into the throat." Riddell says about to make his move.
"Or not. We've just found dinosaurs in space. We need to preserve them." I tell him.
"Who's going to preserve us?" Riddell asks.
"Shush," Amy warns him as the ankylosaurs move on.
"Okay, so, how and whose ship?" Rory asks.
"Well, there's so much to discover. Think how wise we'll be by the end of all this." I smile like the Cheshire cat.
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"Sorry, sorry. Are you saying dinosaurs are flying a spaceship?" Brian asked.
"Brian, please, that would be ridiculous. They're probably just passengers. Did I mention missiles?" I tell them.
"Missiles?" Brian asks me.
"Didn't want to worry you. Anyway, six hours is a lifetime. Not literally a lifetime. That's what we're trying to avoid. And we're all really clever. Ooo, let's see what we can find out. Come on." I say to the others as I remove the cobwebs from a blank monitor. Amy examines gouges in the walls.
"How many dinosaurs do you think are on here?" Amy asks me. I sonic the monitor back to life.
"Oh, well done, whoever you are. Looking for engines. Thank you, computer. Look at that. Different sections have engines, but these look like the primary clusters. Where are we now, computer? We need to get down to these engines." I say looking at the monitor and suddenly Brian, Rory and I were teleported away.
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We seem to be teleported to a beach in cold weather the wind was blowing harshly as we stood there. "Find out. What?" I ask.
"We're outside. We're on a beach." Brian states.
"Teleport. Oh, I hate teleports. Must have activated on my voice." I mumble this was not good.
"Ah, yes, well, thank you, Arthur C Clarke. Teleport, obviously. I mean, we're on a spaceship with dinosaurs. Why wouldn't there be a teleport? In fact, why don't we just teleport now?" Brian starts rambling seeming to be distressed.
"Is he all right?" I ask Rory worried for his father.
"No, he hates traveling. Makes him really anxious. He only goes to the paper shop and golf." Rory tells me looking at his father.
"What did you bring him for?" I ask him looking at Rory.
"I didn't! Why can't you just phone ahead like any normal person?" Rory argues with me.
"Somebody tell me where we are, now," Brian demands and I look around and focus on the surroundings.
"Well, it's not Earth. Doesn't taste right. Too metallic." I tell them opening my eyes.
"Is that a kestrel?" Brian asks.
"I do hope so," I say, looking at the so-called sky.
"The beach is humming," Rory states looking at the ground.
"Is it? Oh yes. Right, well, don't just stand there, you two. Dig. I'm going to look at rocks." I tell them walking away to see the so-called rocks around this beach.
"Dig with what?" Rory asks looking at me.
"Ah, well," Brian says and goes into his jacket pocket getting out a trowel and starts digging in the sand.
"Did you just have that on you?" Rory asks his father.
"Of course. What sort of man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list." Brian argues with Rory.
"Dad, I'm thirty-one. I don't have a Christmas list anymore." Rory argues back.
"I do! Though I am around twenty now." I tell them as Brian digs there's a metallic sound as he seems to have reached metal.
"There's a floor under this beach." Brian states and I walk over. I found another computer access point in the nearby cliff face.
"See? Metal floors, screens in rocks. It was just a matter of a short range teleport. We're still on the ship." I tell them looking at the computer screen.
"No, we're outside on a beach," Brian argues.
"It's part of the ship, Dad," Rory argues again.
"Don't be ridiculous," Brian says.
"Well, it is quite ridiculous. Also brilliant. That's why the system teleported us here. I wanted the engines. This is the engine room! Hydrogenerators! Ha!" I laugh looking at them.
"I have literally no idea what she's saying," Brian says.
"A spaceship powered by waves." Rory simplified the answer for his father.
"Fabulously impossible. Oh, think of the things we could learn from this ship if we manage to stop it being blown to pieces." I tell them.
"Plus not dying," Rory adds.
"Bad news, can't shut the wave system down in time. Takes takes way too long." I tell them looking for another solution.
"If these are the engines, there must be a control room." Rory points out.
"Exactly. That's what we need to find. Now, what do we do about the things that aren't kestrels?" I ask looking at the two men.
"Oh my lord. Are those pterodactyls?" Brian asks looking at them in wonder.
"Yes. On any other occasion, I'd be thrilled. Exposed on a beach, less thrilled. We should be going." I tell them.
"Where?" Brian asks looking around.
"Er, definitely away from them," I answer.
"That's the plan?" Rory asks me.
"That's the plan. Amendments welcome. Move away from the pterodactyls." I tell him.
"I think they might be noticing," Rory informs us.
"Amendment one, run!" I shout at them and begin to run.
"Why don't we just teleport or something?" Rory asks as we run.
"No! Local teleport burnt out on arrival. There's something in the cliffs over there." I tell him as we ran.
"Come on!" Rory shouts at his father.
"I'm trying!" Brian shouts back. The pterodactyls start snapping at us as we reach a cave entrance in the cliffs.
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We made it slightly unharmed as Rory had gotten hurt in his right shoulder. "Are you alright?" Brian asks his son with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Right, what do we do now? There's no way back out there." Rory points out.
"Through the cave. Come on." I tell them as I hear noises up ahead from us. "That suggestion was a work in progress," I tell them.
"We're trapped," Brian says seeming scared.
"Yes, thanks for spelling it out," I tell him looking for a way out.
"Angel, whatever's down there is coming this way." Rory points out.
"Spelling it out is hereditary. Wonderful." I grumble.
"That sound's getting nearer," Brian adds and something big, heavy and slow was coming towards us. It seemed to be two of them, and they were mechanical.
"We're very cross with you." Robot 1 says pointing at us.
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"You're going straight on the naughty step." Robot 1 scolds us.
"What's the escape plan?" Brian asks us.
"Why do we want to escape?" I ask him.
"They have us hostage." Brian points out.
"They're taking us somewhere. We might learn from it." Rory tells his father.
"Oh, you see? He's so clever. I've missed you, Rory." I tell him.
"Don't do that," Rory tells me off.
"What if they kill us?" Brian starts worrying.
"They wouldn't do that. You're not going to kill us, are you, Rusty?" I ask the Robots.
"Who are you calling Rusty?" Robot 1 now Rusty asks me.
"Have you seen yourselves lately?" I ask Rusty.
"You try being on this ship for two millennia. See how your paintwork does." Rusty comments.
"Don't listen to her. She's just being mean because we captured her." Robot 2 tries to console his other robot.
"Oh, my goodness." Brian looks in wonder.
"Whoa!" Rory gasps at the sight.
"Ooo!" I gasp as well as three-horned herbivore approaches. "Herbivore. Don't panic. Triceratops. Ha! Beautiful." I laugh in delight.
"Shall I shoot it?" Robot 2 asks his 'friend'.
"We're not supposed to shoot the creatures, stupid," Rusty tells him.
"Stop calling me stupid." Robot 2 complains.
"Roar yourself. Hello, cutie. Good boy. Who's a lovely Tricy then? Yes, you are. Yes, you are." I smile looking at the beautiful creature in front of us.
"What do I do? What do I do?" Brian asks us as the Triceratops sniffs Brian's delicate parts. "What're you doing? What're you doing?" He asks it.
"You don't have any vegetable matter in your trousers, do you, Brian?" I ask him.
"Only my balls," Brian answers me.
"I'm sorry?" I ask him.
"Golf balls. Grassy residue." Brian explains.
"What are you carrying those around for?" Rory asks his father as the Triceratops licks Brian's face.
"Urgh." Brian groans at the action.
"Oh, bless." I laugh.
"Get it away from me," Brian complained.
"Throw one," I tell him.
"Really? Is this what you want? Is it?" Brian asks it. Brian throws a golf ball, and the Triceratops goes after it.
"And breath out. Right, take us to your leader." I tell the robots.
"Really?" Rory asks me.
"Too good to resist," I tell him.
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When we enter into the small spaceship with a piano music I had recognized which was Franz Schubert which was playing nearby. "Love what you've done to the place down here," I say looking around.
"Let her in. Open the gate." The man says from somewhere in the spaceship I notice that it was only me who I had gotten through.
"It's fine. It's fine." I say.
"He's not interested in you," Rusty tells Rory. Meanie.
"Look, you need to learn some manners," Rory tells him.
"No, you need to learn some manners." Rusty snaps back at Rory.
"No, you do," Rory argues.
"No, you do, Mister Manners." Robot 2 adds in and the man who had talked seemed to be on a life-support machine.
"Fantasia in F minor for four hands," I comment listening to the music.
"You know it." The man asks me.
"Know it? Say hello to hands three and four. Schubert kept tickling me to try to put me off. Franz the hands. Oh, that takes me back. Well, this is cozy." I say to him.
"It's fate you came." The man tells me.
Is it? I'm an Angel." I answer him.
"Yes, I know. I'm Solomon." The man, Solomon tells me as a laser scanner scans me quickly.
"What's that?" I ask him, faking confusion.
"System malfunction. Ignore it." Solomon lies.
"What happened to you?" I ask him.
"I was attacked. Three raptors. They cornered me. The robots rescued me but it was nearly too late." Solomon explains to me.
"Ah yes, the robots. They're unusual." I comment.
"I got them cheap from a concession on Alyria Seven. The robots did as best they could with my legs, but you can help me so much more." Solomon explains.
"Oh. An angel, angel. I see. Let's have a look." I tell him moving forward.
"They chewed through part of the bone in my legs," Solomon tells me.
"Yes. Very nasty." I say looking at his mangled legs.
"But you can repair them," Solomon asks me.
"If you tell me how you came by so many dinosaurs," I ask him while fixing his legs.
"Injure the older one." Solomon orders.
"What?" I ask in shock as a robot shoots at Brian in the left shoulder.
"Dad! Dad! It's all right, Dad. It's okay." Rory says to him.
"I don't respond well to violent, Solomon," I warn him.
"And I don't like questions, Angel. You boarded without my permission. Now, fix me, or the next bolt will be fatal." Solomon threatens me.
"I will take you apart cog by cog and melt you down when all this is over." Rory threatens the bots.
"Oh, I'm so scared. Actually, I might be. A little bit of oil just came out." Rusty teases him.
"Now, stay still. It's just a burn, it's nothing serious." Rory tells his father.
"What's that?" Brian asks him.
"You carry a trowel, I carry a med-pack. It's all about the pockets in our family. This is an ice patch. It cools the skin." Rory tells him.
"Never seen one of those." Brian comments.
"I pick up cool stuff wherever we go. For some people it's cars and hardware, for me, it is nursing supplies. Now, painkiller. This won't hurt." Rory tells him.
"Ow," Brian complains.
"I lied. It won't hurt from now on, though. All right, you're done." Rory tells him.
"Thanks," Brian says to Rory.
"It's all right. You get to see my awesome nursing skills in action for once." Rory tells him and his phone begins to ring.
"What's that?" Rusty asks.
"Your phone's ringing. In space." Brian says bewildered.
"You get used to it. I have to take this. The wife. Hello, missus." Rory says into the phone.
"Where are you," Amy asks him.
"Still on board. Met some pterodactyls and some rusty robots I'm going to melt down." Rory replies.
"Rory, this is a Silurian ship," Amy informs her as I work on Solomon's legs.
"How did you get on board, Angel?" Solomon asks me.
"Oh, I never talk about myself with a gun pointed at me. Let's talk about you. Your cozy little craft embedded in a vast old ship." I ask him.
"You're very observant." Solomon compliments me.
"I'm a Sagittarius, probably." I laugh
"I'm transporting it to the Roxborne Peninsula." Solomon lies.
"A commerce colony. You're a trader." I ask him.
"I search out opportunities for profit across nine galaxies," Solomon says.
"Ah, the purple light. That's what it was. An IV system, identifying value. The database of everything across space and time allocated a market value. Argos for the universe. You were trying to find out how much I'm worth." I say to him.
"Would you like to know?" Solomon asks me. There was nothing no identification found. "You don't exist. It's never done that." Solomon says looking in disbelief.
"That's me. Worthless. Unlike these creatures you have on board. Very valuable, given they're extinct. Done. Sit up, very slowly." I tell him.
"Angel? Amy." Rory calls.
"I need to take this," I tell him as I take Rory's phone.
"Amy." I smile into the phone.
"This is an Ark built by the Silurians. They were looking for another planet." Amy tells me. Knew it.
"Where are they now?" I ask him.
"None on board. I mean, thousands of stasis pods, all empty." Amy informs me.
"I'll see you soon," I tell her and return Rory his phone. "Be ready," I tell Rory in a quiet manner.
"The pain in my legs is gone. I can move them. Thank you, Angel." Solomon says in relief.
"What did you do to the Silurians?" I ask him.
"We ejected them. The robots woke them from cryosleep a handful at a time and jettisoned them from the airlocks. We must have left a trail of dust and bone." Solomon answers me.
"Because you wanted the dinosaurs," I add.
"Their ship crossed my path. I sent out a distress signal, they let me board, and when I saw the cargo things became more complex." Solomon tells me.
"Piracy and then genocide," I say.
"Very emotive words, Angel," Solomon says to me.
"Oh, I'm a very emotive woman," I tell him.
"The lizards wouldn't negotiate. I made them a generous offer." Solomon tries to explain his action.
"The creatures on board this ship are not objects to be sold or traded," I tell him sternly.
"I feel like you're judging me," Solomon says.
"You said Roxborne Peninsula, so why are you heading to Earth? You're on the wrong course. Oh, you don't know how. Brilliant. You couldn't change the pre-programmed course without instructions. The ship defaulted, returned home. Oh dear. The Silurians outwitted you even after you'd massacred them, so now you're a prisoner on the ship you hijacked." I explained as it showed on his face.
"Not now you're here. You going to help me go wherever I want to go, Angel." Solomon warns me.
"Little bit of news, Solomon. You're being targeted by missiles. Get off this ship while you still can." I inform him.
"You think I believe that? You just want them for yourself. You won't profit from me, Angel." Solomon says to me.
"Don't ever judge me by your standards," I warn him as the gates open letting me out. "Well, don't just stand there, Rory. (to robots) Hey, he wants to see you." I say as I run.
"Dad, up!" Rory shouts as we begin to run away.
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As we run the Triceratops was a little way away. "What are we doing?" Brian asks as we run.
"Just do exactly as I do," I tell them.
"Angle, no!" Rory shouts.
"As my Father would say, Geronimo!" I shout as I leap onto the Triceratops' back.
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"Go, Tricy. Run like the wind!" I order him as we all are on his back. It wasn't moving even when the laser bolts were whizzing past us.
"After them," Rusty shouts.
"Quick, how do you start a Triceratops?" I ask the others.
"There they are," Rusty says.
"I know, I saw them before you," Robo argues with Rusty.
"Tricy, fetch," Brian says bouncing his other golf boy off its nose, and Tricy lumbers away.
"Go, Tricy." I smile.
"They've stolen a dinosaur," Rusty announces.
"I can see that," Robo argues.
"Come on, Tricy, faster, baby!" I shout.
"They're turning off. We're losing them." Rusty argues.
"Which way did they go?" Robo asks.
"I thought you were looking," Rusty argues.
"No. Now they've got away." Robo argues back.
"We definitely used to be faster," Rusty argues.
"I'm riding a dinosaur on a spaceship," Brian says in astonishment.
"I know!" I shout.
"I only came round to fix your light," Brian says looking at Rory.
"Come on, Tricy. Where are the brakes?" I ask. The Triceratops skids to a halt and we fall off. It picks up the golf ball and returns it to Brian, then lumbers off for a rest in the corner. "Good. That worked. Okay. Er, where are we now? Ooo, incoming message from Earth. Hello, Earth, how's things?" I greet.
"Angel, the ship's coming through the atmosphere. I have to start the missile program." Indria reminds me.
"No. No, no, no, don't do that. Everything's completely under control here. Turning around any moment. Need a bit of wriggle room on the timings." I tell her.
"I can't do that," Indira argues.
"You can. Of course, you can. Tiny bit more time, Indira, please. This ship contains the most precious cargo." I tell her.
"My only responsibility is the Earth's safety. I'm launching the missiles. Goodbye, Angel." Indira says sternly.
"No, Indira. Hey! Come back! Please!" I shout. "That's very bad indeed. Completely unhelpful."
"Doesn't the ship have any defense systems installed?" Rory asks.
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"Good thinking, Rory." I praise him and grab his face and kiss him full on the mouth. "Computer, show us weapons and defense systems." It reads (No Systems Available) "Oh, well, that was a waste of time, wasn't it? Getting my hopes up like that." I grumble.
"What ship doesn't have weapons?" Rory asks.
"Ah, they're ancient species, Rory. Still full of hope." I tell him.
"What about the control deck? You said we should go to the control deck next." Brian says.
"It's too late. It won't make any difference." I tell them.
"We could at least try," Rory says.
"It won't work, Rory. The missiles are locked on." I tell him.
"So what, we're just giving up?" Rory asks me.
"I don't know. I don't know." I sigh. A bright flash. The Robots and Solomon teleport in. Solomon was leaning heavily on a pair of metal crutches.
"You were telling the truth, Angel. Earth has launched missiles. This vessel is too clumsy to outrun them, but I have my own ship." Solomon says.
"You won't get your precious cargo on board, though. Just be you and your metal tantrum machines." I tell him.
"We do not have tantrums!" Rusty whines, oh yeah so proves his point.
"Shut up. You're right, Angel. I can't keep the dinosaurs and live myself. But I had the IV system scan the entire ship, and it found something even more valuable. Utterly unique. I don't know where you found it, or how you got it here, but I want it." Solomon says.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I lie.
"Earth Queen Nefertiti of Egypt. A face stamped across history. Give her to me, and I'll let the rest of you live." Solomon says.
"No," I argue.
"You think I won't punish those who get in my way, whatever they're worth?" Solomon rants. And the robots shoot the Triceratops. I rush over to the fallen creature and strokes it as it dies, then applauds.
"You must be very proud," I say angrily.
"Bring her to me, or the robots will make their way through your corpses. Bring her now." Solomon orders me.
"No." I defy him and with a flash, Amy, Riddell, and Nefertiti are beamed into the room. "What are you doing?" I ask him.
"I demanded to be brought here," Neffy tells me.
"No, no, no, no, no way," I argue.
"It isn't your choice, Angel, it's mine," Neffy argues.
"Listen to me. If you go with him, I can't guarantee your safety." I tell her.
"You saved my people. I am in your debt." Neffy says.
"No. No debts. You don't owe me anything." I tell her.
"Then I do it on my own," Neffy says.
"No, Neffy, Neffy." I plead with her.
"No! Take her and I shoot you." Riddell raises his voice.
"Put your weapon down. Let me make my choice." Neffy orders him.
"Do it, boy," Solomon orders him too and Riddell lowers his rifle. "My bounty increases. And what an extraordinary bounty you are." He says gazing at Neffy. Creepy.
"Never touch me." Neffy snaps at him.
"I like my possessions to have spirit. It means I can have fun breaking them. And I will break you in with immense pleasure. Thank you, Doctor. Computer, take us back to my ship." Solomon says and they teleport out of the room.
"Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress. Hostile targeting in progress." The computer reports.
"Bingo." I smile.
"What is it? Angel." Rory asks me.
=Angel's Journal=
We teleport into the control deck. "Okay, control deck." I smile.
"So, what's the plan?" Rory asks me.
"Come on. The missiles are locked onto us. We can't out-run them. We have to save the dinosaurs and get Nefertiti back from Solomon. Isn't it obvious?" I tell him.
"It's sort of the opposite of obvious," Rory tells me.
"Seventeen minutes before the missiles hit. We need to turn this ship around." I tell them.
"You said it was too late. That there wasn't any time." Rory argues.
"Ah, yes, but I didn't have this plan then, did I? Riddell? Keep an eye out for dinosaurs." I tell him.
"I was rather hoping you'd say that," Riddell smirks.
"No killing any. Rory, Brian, get rid of the cobwebs." I tell them. "No, don't be like that. Really unhelpful."
"What's the matter?" Amy asks.
"Parallel pilot compartments, both configured. Needs two operator of the same gene chain. And that's why Solomon couldn't change the ship's course and neither can we." I tell them and see Brian raises his hand. "What?"
"We can. Me and Rory. We must be the same gene-thingy you said." Brian says.
"Brian Pond, you are delicious," I tell him.
"I'm not a Pond," Brian argues.
"Course you are. Sit down, both of you, licketty split. The ship does all the engineering. The controls are straightforward. Even a monkey use them. Oh look, they're going to. Guys, come on. Comedy gold. Where's a Silurian audience when you need one. Anyway, two eye line screens. Velocity and trajectories. Steer away from the Earth. Try not to bump into the moon otherwise the races who live there will be livid." I tell them.
"What?" Brian asks.
"Primary controls in the arms of the chairs. Principle's the same as any vehicle. Eight minutes forty-five seconds." I tell them and I use my sonic on the pilot chairs bringing them to life. "Get us as far away as you can. Right, phase two sorted. Now for phase one."
"Oh no, phase two comes after phase one." Amy tries to correct me.
"Humans, you are so linear. Shine the torch in here." I tell her.
"What are you doing?Amy asks.
"Mixing my messages. How's the job?" I ask him.
"We're about to be hit by missiles and you're asking me that?" Amy asks me.
"I work best when I'm multitasking. Keep talking. How's the job?" I ask her.
"I gave it up," Amy tells me.
"You gave the last one up," I tell her.
"Yeah, well, I can't settle. Every minute I'm listening out for that stupid Tardis sound." Amy argues.
"Right, so it's our fault now, is it?" I ask her.
"I can't not wait for you guys, even now. And they're getting longer, you know, the gaps between your visits. I think you're weaning us off, you guys." Amy says.
"I'm not, I promise. Really promise. The others, yeah, but not you. Rory and you, you have lives, have each other. I thought that's what we agreed." I tell her.
"I know. I just worry there'll come a time when you never turn up. That something will have happened to you and I'll still be waiting, never knowing." Amy says.
"No, come on, Pond. You'll be there till the end of me." I tell her and I knew my parents would feel the same.
"Or vice versa," Amy says.
"Don't," I tell her.
"Angel? This is a two man job." Riddell asks and Amy gets the other stun gun. "What are you doing?"
"I'm easily worth two men. You can help too if you like." Amy says and I extract a beeping gubbins from inside the machine.
"Angel, what are you going to do…" Amy says but I never hear the end as I teleport away.
=Angel's Journal=
"Hello! Having trouble leaving?" I ask him as the shorts out the robots with spare power cables.
"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do." The Robots sing and they stop working.
"Ship's still magnetized. Just couldn't bear to lose you." I say.
"Release my ship, Angel, or I kill this precious little object." Solomon threatens me Nefertiti kicks his crutch and Solomon falls over. She grabs the crutch and puts the point at his throat.
"I am not your possession now, nor will I ever be. Now, stay there." Nefertiti orders him.
"Don't mess with Egyptian Queens, Solomon. I hope you've learnt that now." I tell him.
"What are you doing?" Solomon asks.
"Disabling this ship's signal and replacing it with the one from the Silurian ship. I send this craft off emitting the signal they're looking for, the missiles will follow. Hopefully, Silurian ship safe, dinosaurs safe, everybody safe. Bit tight for time, though. Shouldn't really be chatting. Neffy, let's go. How remiss of me. Almost forgot. The thing about missiles, very literal. This is what they latch onto." I inform him and show him the gubbins from the machine. "Now, one press of this and the ship's demagnetised."
"Angel, whatever you want, I can get it for you. Whatever object you desire." He tries to bribe me.
"Did the Silurians beg you to stop? Look, Solomon. The missiles. See them shine? See how valuable they are. And they're all yours." I ask him.
"You wouldn't leave me, Angel." Solomon states and I close the gate to the main compartment. "Enjoy your bounty." I laugh and leave him behind.
"Angel!" Solomon shouts and the little ship whooshes off into space. The missiles corner quickly and follow. "Angel!"
=Angel's Journal=
"So, dinosaur drop off time," I say.
"Actually, we think home for us," Rory says.
"Oh. Fine. Of course." I grumble.
"Not forever, just a couple of months." Amy counters.
"Right. Yes. I'm pretty busy anyway. I mean, I've got to drop everyone back." I tell her.
"About that. Can I ask a favour? There's something I want to see." Brian asks and I stop the TARDIS and Brian opens the doors to look at the Earth and sits there with a mug of tea and a sandwich. Well, that's new.
=Angel's Journal=
I am alone in the TARDIS and I know my parents will need picking up soon and I go into my room going over to my desk and get my journal from the top drawer and begin to write my adventure for the day.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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