The two of them set off in time and space again the Doctor this time choosing somewhere random the Vortex turned from red to blue. Blue signified that they were going to the past and Porsha was nervous. "Where are we going Doctor?" she asked as they stepped out into the cold Siberian Air. "Somewhere interesting I think" he said with a smile. The Doctor had picked a random spot in history and hoped for the best. As they looked around, they saw trees as far as the eye could see, it was eerily quiet until suddenly the sky lit up like it was daylight and a massive explosion occurred knocking both of them off their feet. A massive fire ball suddenly rushed towards them, Porsha screamed but before she could react the TARDIS was surrounded by a blue forcefield, and the heat and energy passed them by harmlessly.
The Doctor quickly pulled himself up and looked around, his curiosity piqued "Well that was unexpected," he murmured. he ran back into the TARDIS to check where they were and when they were. "June 30th, 1908, Tunguska," he said to Porsha as he came out with a worried expression. Porsha looked confused "The Tunguska Event? But that was just a meteor strike, wasn't it?" The Doctor nodded, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the fireball had vanished "It was indeed, but something tells me this was no meteor." He took Porsha's hand, and they began to sprint through the forest, following the trajectory of the explosion.
Title Sequence
TARON EGERTON
HALSEY
DOCTOR WHO
THE TUNGUSKA MYSTERY
As they approached the epicenter of the blast, the scale of the destruction became apparent. Trees lay flattened in a radial pattern, like matchsticks thrown by a giant hand. The smell of burned wood and scorched earth filled their nostrils, and the ground was hot beneath their feet. The Doctor's eyes narrowed as he studied the devastation, "This is definitely not a meteor's handiwork." They pushed on, reaching the heart of the destruction, where a strange metallic object poked through the ash and snow.
The Doctor's heart sank as they drew closer. It was a spacecraft, its once gleaming hull now charred and torn. "It's a ship or what's left of it," he said, his voice tight with tension. The Doctor scanned the area with his sonic screwdriver, and it confirmed his suspicion - the energy signatures were unmistakably alien. Porsha's eyes were wide with horror as they approached the wreckage. The Doctor's gaze swept the scene, taking in the twisted metal and the unmistakable signs of a violent impact.
"The occupants... they didn't stand a chance," he murmured, his eyes flickering with sadness. Porsha looked at him, her own fear replaced with a determination to help. "We have to find out what happened," she said, her voice firm. The Doctor nodded, already deep in thought. "The Tunguska Event was always a mystery," he mused. "But if this is indeed an alien ship, then we've stumbled upon something far more significant than anyone ever realized." Suddenly the saw movement inside the burning wreckage. "Doctor Look!" Porsha pointed, her voice trembling. "That's impossible" The Doctor said somehow one of the crafts occupant's had survived the violent impact. The Doctor ran over and dragged the creature from the fire, it was badly injured but alive. Porsha ran over and she was horrified the creature's body was badly burnt and it was in pain. "Hey, are you ok?" she asked the creature weakly opened its eyes and let out a pained groan. The Doctor scanned the creature and frowned "You're not going to make it" Porsha looked at The Doctor with horror "Do something!" she pleaded. The Doctor looked sadly at Porsha "There's nothing I can do its body's is 96% burned and it's too late for medical intervention." Porsha looked at the burnt alien creature with tears in her eyes "Why did this happen to you?" The alien tried to speak but its throat was charred, "We will stay with you my little friend no one deserves to die alone" The Doctor said as he knelt down next to Porsha who was holding the creatures badly burnt hand.
The creature managed to smile weakly, its eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and pain. "Thank you," it whispered, its voice barely audible. The Doctor and Porsha shared a solemn look, feeling the weight of the moment. The creature's hand tightened around Porsha's for a brief second before going limp. With a final sigh, the life drained from its eyes, leaving behind the lifeless body of an extraterrestrial being, lost and alone on an unforgiving Earth.
The Doctor's expression was a mix of sadness and determination as he stood up. "We need to find out more," he said, his voice firm. "This wasn't a natural event; there's something much larger at play here." He turned to Porsha, "We must examine the wreckage before any evidence is lost to time or humans stumble upon it." They approached the smoking hull, the Doctor's sonic screwdriver buzzing as it analyzed the alien technology. The ship was unlike anything they had ever seen, a testament to a civilization far beyond Earth's understanding.
As they dug through the debris, the Doctor and Porsha discovered something peculiar: the ship's control panel was fried, but not from the impact. It bore the unmistakable signs of a weapon's discharge. "This wasn't an accident," the Doctor murmured, his eyes scanning the area for clues. "It was shot down."
They found a single, intact piece of the ship's hull, etched with strange symbols that the Doctor recognized as a distress signal. "Someone was trying to stop this ship," he said, his voice grim. "And they did so with extreme prejudice."
The two of them continued to search the area, the Doctor using his sonic screwdriver to trace the energy signatures. "Here," he called out, pointing to a spot in the snow. "There's something buried here." Together, they uncovered a small, unblemished pod. The Doctor's eyes lit up with excitement as he opened it, revealing a young, unharmed alien creature. "It's a miracle," he breathed.
The creature, a small, furry being with large, innocent eyes, looked up at them with a mix of fear and curiosity. Porsha reached out a gentle hand, and it took it, allowing her to lift it from the pod. "It seems we've found a survivor," she said softly. The Doctor nodded, his mind racing with questions. Who were these aliens? What were they doing here? And who had shot them down?
They quickly took the young creature back to the TARDIS, where the Doctor set to work on scanning it for injuries. "It's in shock, but otherwise unharmed," he said, his voice filled with relief. Porsha cradled it, stroking its fur to soothe it. "We need to find out who did this," she said fiercely. "They can't just attack innocent beings like this." The small creature started crying, and Porsha whispered comforting words, feeling a maternal instinct she never knew existed.
The Doctor nodded, his brow furrowed in thought. He connected his sonic screwdriver to the pod's computer, and the TARDIS's screens flickered to life with images of the alien ship's final moments. They watched in horror as a fleet of unknown vessels surrounded the craft and opened fire, forcing it to crash. "They were hunted," the Doctor murmured. "And we need to find out why."
Porsha looked at the trembling creature in her arms, its eyes wide with fear. "What do we do now?" she asked. The Doctor's eyes softened as he met her gaze. "We keep it safe, Porsha. We've been given a responsibility." He turned back to the screens, his mind racing. "We need to get to the bottom of this then let the history records call the event just another mysterious meteor strike." The Doctor looked at the small alien creature and whispered "We'll get you home, little one. I promise."
The two of them returned to the TARDIS, the Doctor's mind racing with questions and theories. As they stepped inside, the warmth and familiar hum of the ship provided a stark contrast to the freezing Siberian wilderness they had just left. The Doctor set the scanners to full power, his eyes flickering over the readouts as he tried to piece together what had happened to the alien vessel. he then realized there was only one way to figure out what species this tiny furry creature belonged to and that was to take a sample of blood from it but that would mean hurting it. He looked over at Porsha who was still holding the creature "Porsha we need to know what species this creature is so we can find its home world, but to do that we need to take a blood sample and that will be painful" Porsha nodded solemnly and the creature looked up at her with those big eyes, it knew something was wrong but it trusted Porsha. "Ok little guy you going to feel a bit of a pinch, but it will be over soon" she whispered. The Doctor got a small needle and took the blood sample as quickly and as gently as he could and the creature winced in pain and started shaking, but Porsha held it tight and whispered more comforting words.
Once the sample was taken, the Doctor rushed to the TARDIS's medical bay, his mind racing with the implications of their discovery. The scanners confirmed their suspicion: the creature was from the same species as the ones on the ship, but the technology was far beyond any known to them. "This is a Luxorian," the Doctor announced, his eyes glued to the readout. "A peaceful, highly intelligent species known for their diplomatic prowess. They're not known to be warriors."
Porsha's eyes widened as she cradled the trembling creature. "Then why would anyone attack them?" she asked, her voice thick with emotion. The Doctor nodded solemnly, his mind racing. "That's what we need to find out," he said, his gaze intense. "And we need to do it quickly before anyone else gets hurt." The Doctor came up with a plan "If my calculations are correct then whoever attack the Luxorians ship will be here to finish the job. They won't leave any witnesses behind" Porsha looked worried "I need you to stay here with the little one while I go and see if they do show up and then get some info" He put a hand on Porsha's shoulder "You're strong you can handle this"
The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS, scanning the horizon with a grim expression. The silence of the Siberian night was shattered by the distant sound of an engine. He tensed, his hand hovering over his sonic screwdriver. A sleek, black space craft flew down and landed near the crash site, its engines kicking up a blizzard of snow and ash. The Doctor hid behind a rock and listened to the occupants of the sleek black craft disembark, their footsteps crunching in the frozen earth. "Sir their all dead their fur is useless to us now," one of them said, their voice cold and emotionless. "Look over there theirs one that survived," said another pointing towards the dead Luxorian the Doctor and Porsha had been with in his dying moments.
The Doctor felt a mix of anger and grief. These creatures had come to finish the job they had started. He peeked over the rock and watched as a figure emerged from the shadows, a tall, reptilian creature with piercing eyes "Sir we have searched and all Luxorians are dead and burnt from the crash so we cannot use their fur for our market."
The Doctor was disgusted these Reptilian Aliens had attacked the Luxorians to kill them and take their fur for their own nefarious purposes. He knew he had to act fast before they found the surviving creature. He stealthily approached the group, his sonic screwdriver at the ready, and overheard their conversation. The reptilian leader spoke, "We need to destroy all evidence of our presence here. If the fur is useless, we must leave no trace of our actions."
The Doctor stepped out from behind the rock, his eyes blazing with anger, "I don't think so," he said, his voice echoing in the cold night air. The reptilian's heads snapped towards him, their weapons pointing straight at his chest. "You're not going anywhere until you tell me who you are and why you've committed such a heinous act." The Leader of the Reptilian creatures stepped forward "Who are you meant to be? Some sort of gallant hero? This doesn't concern you," he hissed. "I'm The Doctor, I am a Timelord from Gallifrey, and I make it my business to prevent the suffering of innocent beings," The Doctor replied, his voice calm but firm. "Well Doctor we are The Volsians, and we are here for one thing and one thing only, the fur of the Luxorians. It holds great value on the black market, and it makes great clothing." The Volsian Leader said with a sneer.
Porsha, still inside the TARDIS, heard the tension in the Doctor's voice and knew she couldn't just sit by. With the young Luxorian clinging to her, she decided to act. She quietly opened the doors and peered out, spotting the Volsians and The Doctor talking. She knew he was mad with them "You have absolutely no right to attack these innocent beings for your own gain!" he exclaimed. The Volsians sneered at him, not taking the threat seriously.
Porsha knew she had to do something. She took a deep breath and stepped out, holding the young creature tightly. "The Doctor is right," she called out, her voice strong and steady. "This ends now!" The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. The Volsians laughed, their cold, reptilian eyes flickering with amusement. Then they saw the small Luxorian in Porsha's arms and their expressions turned to anger. "Hand over the child," the leader demanded, his face twisted in anger.
The Doctor stepped in front of Porsha, shielding her and the young creature. "You won't touch it," he said firmly. "Not while I stand here." The tension grew palpable, the Volsians' weapons trained on them both. The Doctor knew that he had to act fast, to keep Porsha and their newfound friend safe. He reached for his sonic screwdriver, ready to create a diversion. "If you do not hand over that thing, we will be forced to take it by force," the leader hissed.
Just as the situation was about to escalate, the Doctor's sonic screwdriver emitted a high-pitched whine, and a burst of light shot from its tip. The Volsians staggered back, disoriented by the sound. In the chaos, the Doctor and Porsha made a break for it, running back to the safety of the TARDIS. The Doctor's mind raced as they sprinted through the snow, the chilling wind biting at their faces. They had to find a way to expose the Volsians and protect the Luxorians, but first, they needed to ensure their own survival.
Once inside the TARDIS, Porsha laid the young Luxorian on the console, its tiny body trembling with fear. The Doctor quickly set the ship in motion, the console lights flickering as the engines roared to life. "Hold on," he said, gripping the lever tightly as the TARDIS took off with a jolt, leaving the Volsians behind in a cloud of dust and snow. "FOLLOW THAT BOX!" the Volsian leader screamed as he watched the TARDIS vanish into the night sky.
The Doctor's eyes narrowed as he focused on the TARDIS's instruments, guiding the ship through space with the Volsians craft in pursuit. "We need to lose them," he said tersely, his hands a blur as they danced over the console. Porsha, equally focused, clutched the young Luxorian tightly, her eyes never leaving the viewscreen as stars streaked by. The Volsian ship fired at the TARDIS, the Doctor deftly maneuvering to avoid the blasts. "Hold on," he shouted as the ship lurched to the side, narrowly dodging a volley of laser fire.
The chase was intense, but the Doctor's piloting skills were second to none. He led the Volsians through a series of asteroid fields and into the heart of a nebula, using the cosmic fog to obscure their escape. After several tense moments, the TARDIS's scanners showed that they had lost their pursuers. The Doctor let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing slightly. "We need to find a safe place to land and figure out our next move," he said, turning to Porsha. She nodded, her gaze still on the shaking creature in her arms.
They materialized in a quiet, secluded valley on an uninhabited planet with lush vegetation and a serene atmosphere, perfect for their new friend to recover. The Doctor scanned the area, ensuring there were no threats before allowing Porsha and the young Luxorian to step out. The creature's eyes grew wide at the sight of the alien flora and fauna, and Porsha felt a pang of guilt for ripping it from its familiar world. "We'll get you home," she promised softly, stroking its fur. The Doctor went into the TARDIS and started scanning got the Luxorians home world.
Inside, he found that the planet had been ravaged by the Volsian raids, the once vibrant civilization now a shadow of its former self. His anger grew as he shared the news with Porsha. "They've decimated their planet for fur," he said, his voice tight with rage. "We can't let them get away with this." Porsha nodded, her resolve firm. "We'll gather evidence and expose them," she said. "We'll make sure the universe knows what they've done." The Doctor was angry, and he felt his darker side "I will burn these monsters the same way they burnt those Luxorians" he thought to himself.
They set out, using the TARDIS's advanced stealth technology to infiltrate the Volsian base. The Doctor's disguise as a high-ranking Volsian officer and Porsha as his captive allowed them to navigate the corridors unnoticed. They gathered intel on the Volsian operations, their hearts heavy with the weight of what they found. The Doctor's sonic screwdriver beeped, indicating that they had enough evidence to bring the Volsians to justice. But first the Doctor wanted to follow through on his plan to burn the Volsians badly. He looked over at Porsha and whispered "I'm going to make an example of these monsters." Porsha nodded her understanding, she knew his anger was justified but also knew that she couldn't let him go too far.
As they approached the hangar where the Luxorian fur was stored, they heard the distant sound of laughter and celebration. The Volsians were reveling in their latest haul. The Doctor's eyes flashed with anger, and he clenched his fists. "This ends now," he murmured. They slipped into the shadows, watching the guards' movements. The Doctor waited for the perfect moment and then struck, using his sonic screwdriver to disable the locking mechanism of the cage holding the furs. The furs spilled out, and the Volsians looked on in shock as the Doctor and Porsha emerged from the shadows. "I know what all of you are thinking," the Doctor announced, his voice echoing through the hangar. "You're thinking 'who are these two to interrupt our little operation?' Well, let me introduce us. I'm The Doctor, and this is Porsha Crystal. And we're here to stop you."
The Volsians drew their weapons, but the Doctor was quicker. With a flick of his wrist, his sonic screwdriver sent a pulse through the air, disarming the guards. Then The Doctor did something that really scared Porsha "I have noticed that you have special shielding on the ships windows which block out sunlight. It seems like a simple technology but it's something that your kind needs. I'm guessing that you lot would burn in sunlight" he smirks evilly as he pointed his sonic screwdriver at the windows and disabled the shields causing sunlight to flood in. The Volsians screamed in agony as they burned in the sunlight which they never thought was a weapon. Porsha watched in horror as the Doctor stood there and watched as the Volsians were horribly burnt. "This is how the Occupants of that ship you shot down over Tunguska died so now you will feel the same pain" he said coldly. "PLEASE HAVE MERCY!" one of them begged. But the Doctor was in no mood for mercy today.
The Doctor's ruthlessness shook Porsha to her core, "DOCTOR YOU CAN STOP NOW!" she shouted over the agonized screams of the Volsians. The Doctor paused, his eyes cold and hard, before he looked back at the burning Volsians and realized what he had done. He quickly reactivated the shields, ending their torment. The room fell silent except for the crackling of the fires. He looked at Porsha, his expression unreadable. "This was too much Doctor," she said, her voice trembling with shock and disappointment.
The Doctor nodded, his rage subsiding. "What have I done?" he whispered. He knew Porsha was right, he had let his anger get the better of him again he felt like crying, but he stopped himself. They had a mission to complete. He turned to Porsha "We need to get out of here and reveal the Volsians crimes to the universe after we have done that, we can get the young Luxorian home."
They fled the hangar, the Doctor's mind racing with the events that had unfolded. The TARDIS materialized in small city on the Luxorians home planet of Aurorix, where the Doctor had picked up faint life signs of survivors. As they stepped out, the desolate landscape was a stark contrast to the vibrant images they had seen in the archives. The once gleaming spires and bustling streets were now reduced to ash and ruin. The Doctor's face fell, the weight of the tragedy heavy in his hearts. "This use to be the capital of Aurorix but because of the Volsians it is nothing but a wasteland," he said solemnly. He scanned the area for any signs of life and found a small village hidden in the wilderness, a bastion of hope in the desolate landscape.
They approached the village cautiously, the young Luxorian clinging to Porsha's side, its eyes wide with wonder at the sight of its kin. The villagers were wary at first, having suffered under the shadow of the Volsian raids. But when they saw the Doctor and Porsha with one of their own, their expressions softened. The Doctor spoke in their native tongue, explaining their mission and the fate of the fur trade. The villagers were horrified and grateful, offering them shelter and support.
Over the next few days, while Porsha stayed on Aurorix to care for the young Luxorian and help the villagers, the Doctor travelled to the Shadow Proclamation, an intergalactic coalition that maintained order across the stars. He presented the evidence of the Volsian fur trade and their destruction of Aurorix. The Proclamation was appalled and immediately issued a galaxy-wide warrant for the Volsians' capture. Not only had the Volsians broken the laws of the cosmos, but they had also destroyed a planet of innocent beings, something the Proclamation took very seriously. Aurorix was originally a level 8 planet, meaning The Species could be able to travel to other planets through space with little error.
The Doctor's anger had not fully abated, and he felt a burning need for justice. He had to make sure that the Volsians could never harm another planet again. He decided to track them down personally, setting a course for the last known coordinates of their fleet. With a heavy heart, he left Porsha and the TARDIS behind, knowing that he might not return for a while. The Doctor felt a profound responsibility to end the suffering that the Volsians had caused. He already knew that the Volsians burned in sunlight after the last encounter, but he needed to make sure they could never harm another innocent creature.
Porsha, on Aurorix, was torn between her concern for the Doctor and her commitment to the young Luxorian. She had grown attached to the creature, and the sight of its destroyed home weighed heavily on her. Her thoughts drifted to her own life, the stages and the challenges she had faced, and she realized that she come so far from being just the daughter of a tycoon to an intergalactic heroine. On board the Volsians mothership, The Doctor had made his way on board and confronted the leader of the fur traders. His eyes were full of fury as he showed them the images of their crimes. The leader looked at him with cold indifference until he saw the images of Aurorix, then his expression changed to one of fear. "By order of the Shadow Proclamation," The Doctor announced, "Your operations are shut down."
The leader tried to bribe him with wealth and power, but The Doctor remained steadfast, his conscience clear and his intentions pure. "There's nothing you have that I want," he said, his voice like ice. "Except maybe your life. But I'm going give you a choice." He pointed to the images of the burning Volsians from earlier. "You can tell me where to find the rest of your fleet and dismantle your operations or I can give you a taste of the same sunlight you enjoy so much." The leader, recognizing the gravity of his situation, hastily agreed to cooperate. "We know who you are Doctor you would dare to do it" Without hesitation The Doctor used his sonic screwdriver to disable the sun shields on the ship's windows, allowing a beam of sunlight to enter the room.
With the Volsians started screaming in pain as they burned, The Doctor deactivated the sonic screwdriver, the light vanishing immediately. The leader of the fur traders fell to his knees, begging for mercy. "Your fleet," The Doctor demanded, his eyes unyielding. The leader, cowed, provided the coordinates of their main hub. Satisfied, The Doctor left the ship, setting a homing beacon for the Shadow Proclamation to find them. "Find the rest of their fleet and get these Volsians medical attention," he ordered the Proclamation's agents, who had arrived in their ship. He couldn't stand the thought of any more suffering, even for those who had caused so much. The leader had suffered severe burns, "Thank you for sparing my life, Doctor," he gasped. The Doctor's expression was unreadable as he turned to leave. "I didn't do it for you," he said. "I did it for the universe."
On Aurorix, Porsha worked tirelessly with the Luxorian villagers, sharing her own story of loss and finding strength in the face of adversity. They listened, transfixed by her tales of bravery and her connection to the legendary Doctor. In her heart, she knew she had found a new purpose, a new family. The Doctor returned to Aurorix after several weeks, his face etched with new lines of weariness but his eyes alight with victory. He had shut down the Volsian fur trade and ensured that the survivors would face justice. The villagers greeted him as a hero, and Porsha felt her chest swell with pride.
The Doctor and Porsha stood before the makeshift stage in the heart of the village. The Doctor looked down at the Luxorians, their eyes filled with hope and gratitude. "We've done what we came here to do," he said, his voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. "Now it's time for us to go." He turned to Porsha, his expression softening. "Don't worry Porsha we will come back to visit them one day," he assured her. Porsha nodded, a lump forming in her throat as she watched the young Luxorian play with the other Luxorian children. She had grown to love this creature, and the thought of leaving it behind was almost unbearable.
But she knew that the Doctor and her had more traveling to do. They had to bring peace and justice to countless other worlds, and the TARDIS was calling them back to their never-ending adventure. With a heavy heart, she handed the young Luxorian to its new guardians, the Luxorian villagers had been overjoyed the one of their own being returned safe. The Doctor took her hand, and with one last look at the burgeoning village, they stepped into the TARDIS.
The blue box whirled and groaned as it dematerialized, leaving Aurorix behind. Inside, the Doctor sat at the console, his gaze fixed on the swirling stars outside the windows. Porsha approached, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asked gently. He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting hers in the mirrored surface of a console. "I've seen too much," he admitted. "Too much suffering, too much injustice." He turned to her, his expression a mix of sorrow and determination. "But together, we can make a difference."
End of Episode 28
CAST
The Doctor: TARON EGERTON
Porsha Crystal: HALSEY
Volsian Leader: BEN KINGSLEY
Volsian Soldier: GREG COLLINS
Luxorian: DEVON SAWA
