Doctor Who BBCN12 - The Price of Paradise

by Doctor Who

  The Doctor was taking all this in. ‘A holy grail for a new generation. . . ’ he murmured.

  ‘If you like. For a while it was all the rage – everyone and his electronic dog were looking for the legendary Paradise Planet. But when no one found it the interest faded. Something else came along to capture the public imagination and everyone forgot the name Laylora. . . ’

  ‘Except for you,’ the Doctor guessed. ‘What kept you looking when everyone else had given up?’

  ‘I came across this journal. And when I read it, I knew it was the genuine article. It’s a personal diary, not a log of his journey, but Guillan has described the places he visited along the way. With a lot of hard work, I’ve been able to plot his route. And that’s what brought me here.’

  ‘But why were you so sure it was genuine?’ asked the Doctor.

  The professor moved away, not meeting the Doctor’s eyes. She’s hiding something, he thought, but what?

  ‘I just thought there had to be something in it,’ she offered by way of an explanation eventually, but clearly there was more to it than she was willing to admit.

  ‘Is it me or is it hot in here?’ asked the Doctor, loosening his tie.

  ‘What?’ The professor was finding it difficult to keep up with the Doctor’s kangaroo-like mind.

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  ‘I said it seems a bit on the warm side,’ said the Doctor, feeling around the cabin wall with the palm of his hand.

  ‘Now you come to mention it, it does feel a bit hotter than usual.’

  The Doctor sniffed the air. ‘It is getting warmer. Where are your environment controls?’ A worried expression appeared on his face. ‘I think you may have a problem.’

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  It was now fully dark outside the tent, but the light from the fire was enough for Rose to see what she was t oi ng. The soup hadn’t lasted long and an equally tasty plate of salad and vegetables had followed. While they enjoyed their meal, Rose had bombarded Rez with questions about his life on Laylora and the teenager, excited to have another human being to talk to, was happy to tell her everything she wanted to know.

  The tribe lived in harmony with nature, Rez told her solemnly, which would have sounded really naff from most people, but sounded utterly sincere and reasonable when he said it. It seemed an idyllic lifestyle, although Rose was fairly certain it wouldn’t appeal to her in the long term. Perhaps it was just all a bit too perfect, and she said as much to Rez. He laughed, amused at the comment.

  ‘Perfect? I don’t think it’s perfect. . . it’s just balanced. Everything plays its part. If something bad happens, something good will happen to keep the balance.’

  Rose found herself nodding; that seemed to make sense. But then Rez’s face darkened, as a breeze made the flames of the fire flicker and falter. ‘At least, that’s how it used to be. . . ’ There was a sadness in his voice that he couldn’t disguise.

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  ‘What’s changed?’ asked Rose gently.

  Rez shrugged. ‘I’m not sure. . . No one is. But recently there have been more bad things than good. Some of the harvest failed last year.

  There have been tremors. Storms. Strange weather.’

  All this sounded a bit familiar to Rose. ‘You’ve not got a case of global warming, have you?’

  The phrase meant little to Rez. ‘I don’t know about warming, but there is something wrong. And it seems to be getting worse.’

  Rose felt sorry for him. It was clear that he loved this place and it was hurting him that things were going wrong. She wondered if the crashed spaceship had something to do with it. The Doctor would find out. Perhaps together they could work out what the problem was.

  ‘So what’s with Brother H and his mumbo-jumbo?’ she asked, trying to change the subject.

  This brought a smile back to Rez’s face. ‘He’s harmless, you know.’

  ‘Harmless? He wanted to sacrifice me to your planet!’ exclaimed Rose.

  ‘He’s just like the rest of us, trying to make sense of a changing world.’

  ‘So you lot don’t make a habit of sacrifices and all that?’

  Rez shook his head, still smiling. ‘Not as a rule. At least not for hundreds of years. A long time ago our ancestors did. But we grew out of it.’ Rez stopped and corrected himself. ‘I should say “their ancestors”, shouldn’t I?’

  Rose let the comment pass. ‘So what’s Brother Hugan, then – a throwback?’

  Rez shrugged. ‘He is the tribe’s wise man, our shaman. He studies the old ways and tries to find the wisdom among the superstition.’

  ‘And that costume you were wearing – what was that all about?’

  ‘It’s for use in certain ceremonies.

  It’s meant to represent the

  Witiku.’

  Rose remembered the name. ‘The creatures the planet calls on to protect itself?’

  Rez was impressed. ‘That’s right. You were paying attention!’

  ‘I try.’

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  Rose smiled to herself. Take that, Mrs Cooper, she thought. Rose Tyler would have reached a better standard in History this year if she had managed to listen as enthusiastically as she speaks. That was one school report which had, mysteriously, never found its way home.

  ‘The Witiku are meant to appear in times of great danger,’ explained Rez. ‘That’s why Brother Hugan is so worried about the crop failures and the weird weather. He fears the Witiku will walk again. Maybe they already are. Maybe that’s what happened to..’ Rez suddenly stopped.

  ‘What?’ demanded Rose.

  Rez shook his head. ‘We’re not meant to talk about it.’

  ‘Talk about what?’ insisted Rose. ‘Come on. Maybe the Doctor and I can help.’

  Rez looked into her eyes and could see that she was genuine. He took a deep breath and then told her.

  ‘Yesterday, three people disappeared. Brother Aerack, Brother Purin and Sister Serenta. They were digging a new animal trap and they never came home. We searched and searched, but there’s been no sign of them. They’ve just vanished.’ He stopped and looked away.

  ‘People are saying the Witiku took them.’

  ‘I’m sorry,’ said Rose.

  ‘They’re just kids, my age. And they’ve just gone, Rose. Completely gone!’

  The Doctor hurried along the spaceship corridor, leaving Professor Shulough trailing in his wake.

  ‘Next door on the right,’ she called after him, rather out of breath.

  She couldn’t quite work out how it was that a man who had been their prisoner a few minutes ago was now acting as if he owned the place. Somehow he had persuaded her to accept him at face value.

  ‘Trust me,’ he had said, and she did.

  The Doctor reached the door she’d indicated and stabbed at the controls without any success.

  ‘Some power systems are still off-line,’ she explained.

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  ‘So I can’t use the sonic screwdriver,’ muttered the Doctor, with a sigh. ‘I’ll just have to improvise, then.’ He started searching about for something, anything, he could use instead. ‘We’ll have to open the door manually,’ he explained, dropping to his knees and tugging at a flooring panel. With a grunt of satisfaction he pulled the floor tile free and flexed it between his hands. ‘This might do the trick.’

  He got to his feet and started trying to squeeze the floor tile between the frame and the door. Both had been edged with some kind of rubber padding to prevent noise and to limit wear and tear, so the flexible floor tile was able to make some headway.

  Patiently the Doctor fed the tile through as much as he could, then he began to pull it away from the frame. The door began to move, only fractionally at first, but enough for the professor to slip her fingers into the gap. She began to pull and the Doctor joined her.

  Now there was a clear gap of a couple of centimetres between the frame and the door. Together the Doctor and Professor Shulough forced the door open. From the room beyond came the sound of some
thing burning and acrid smoke began to assault their nostrils.

  With a final joint effort the door sprang fully back and they could see into the room. Not that there was much to see. Clouds of noxious smoke poured out into the corridor. The Doctor clasped a handker-chief over his nose and mouth and pushed his way through the smoke into the room. The professor followed him as best she could.

  ‘Something must have shorted,’

  she hazarded,

  seeing the

  environmental-control panels ablaze.

  She looked around for the fire extinguisher but the cradle was empty. The reason soon became clear as the Doctor unleashed a jet of fire-killing chemical foam, which quickly did its job.

  As the fire spluttered and died and the smoke cleared, they both became aware of a third figure in the room, lying prone on the floor to one side of the console that had caught alight. It was a crew member and he appeared to be dead.

  The Doctor gave the body a quick examination, but he quickly realised that nothing could be done for the poor man.

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  ‘I’m sorry,’ he said finally, and he meant it. In his long life he’d seen too much death and it always hurt.

  ‘No need to apologise,’ came the casual reply from the professor, who seemed more interested in picking apart the remains of the console. ‘You put the fire out, didn’t you?’

  The Doctor’s eyes narrowed. ‘I was talking about your crew member. He’s dead,’ the Doctor told her coolly. Then he got to his feet and joined the professor, a dangerous look playing across his face.

  ‘According to his uniform tag, his name is Collins.’

  Perhaps feeling the intensity of the Doctor’s gaze, the professor turned and looked over in the direction of the body. She nodded.

  ‘Jae Collins. How sad.’ But to the Doctor’s ears, sadness was the last thing she was feeling. He’d met Cybermen with more sympathy than this woman. Either she had a real problem expressing emotion or she was a real monster. For the moment the Doctor was prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt.

  ‘Still, he didn’t have any vital duties. His loss shouldn’t affect our mission.’

  ‘Vital duties!’ The Doctor was almost beside himself with fury. ‘A man’s just lost his life!’

  The professor still looked unconcerned. ‘He knew the risks. Deep-space travel is always dangerous.’ And with that the professor turned back to examining the damage to the environmental controls.

  The Doctor shook his head sadly, but before he could say anything else Kendle arrived. He shot a suspicious look at the Doctor and pulled out his hand weapon. ‘Was this anything to do with you?’

  ‘Hardly,’ replied the Doctor, raising his hands as a precaution. ‘I was still locked up when this started.’

  ‘It was thanks to the Doctor that the fire was extinguished as quickly as it was and before it could spread any further,’ explained the professor.

  Kendle’s brows furrowed but he nodded and lowered his weapon.

  ‘In that case I guess I owe you an apology. And my thanks.’

  ‘Anything to be of service,’ said the Doctor lightly, and stepped 67

  smartly out of the way, allowing Kendle to see Collins’s body for the first time.

  If it was a test Kendle passed with flying colours. ‘Collins! Is he. . .

  What – what happened?’ The words tumbled out as the older man hurried over to see for himself. He looked at the professor and then at the Doctor for an explanation.

  ‘Smoke inhalation,’ said the Doctor simply. ‘There was nothing anyone could have done.’

  ‘But what was he doing in here?’ asked Kendle.

  ‘Judging from his position, I think he was trying to use the manual override to reset the sprinkler system,’ the Doctor suggested, waving a hand in the direction of the ceiling, which, like most in the spaceship, was decorated with tiny emergency sprinkler taps. ‘I guess the heat sensors are among the systems that are still off-line.’

  Kendle nodded an acknowledgement. ‘A lot of what we thought were non-essential systems were kept off-line after the crash, so we could run other computers.’ He inclined his head in the direction of the professor but stopped short of actually blaming her directly. The moment was not lost on the Doctor, who made a mental note to find out later exactly how much the two disagreed about what was and what was not essential.

  ‘We’ll have to take his body home for burial. His family will want us to,’ Kendle told the professor, getting to his feet.

  The professor waved him away. ‘Make whatever arrangements you need to make,’ she told him, ‘and send young Hespell up here to help me get this fixed.’ With a last, slightly embarrassed look in the direction of the Doctor, Kendle left.

  ‘Perhaps I can help?’ offered the Doctor. ‘I don’t like to blow my own trumpet, but I am exceedingly good at this techy stuff.’ He was giving her the full charm offensive, but getting very little back in return.

  Professor Shulough considered him for a long moment with her cold, dark eyes. ‘How can I refuse an offer like that?’ she said finally, and stepped aside to let the Doctor get at the blackened panel.

  ∗ ∗ ∗

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  They seemed to have been talking for hours. When Rose poked her head outside the tent she saw that most of the other fires had already been extinguished. The rest of the tribe must have gone to sleep ages ago. She realised that it had been a long time since she’d done anything as normal as this. Just spending a few hours with someone she’d just met had been really fun. Not crazy fun, like being with the Doctor, but a normal kind of fun, down to earth, more like spending an evening with Mickey, eating chips and putting the world to rights.

  The thought of Mickey made Rose aware of what it was she was finding so attractive in Rez. It was his Mickeyness: his youthful energy and relentless cheerfulness.

  Rez was back at the fire, mixing up a hot drink in another pot.

  ‘What happens now?’ asked Rose a little shyly.

  ‘Now? Now we have a nice cup of jinnera,’ replied Rez with a broad smile.

  Rose had no idea what jinnera was, but she hoped it was something not too different from tea. It was one of the few things that her mother and the Doctor had in common – they did both like a good cup of tea.

  And so did Rose. Trouble was, on board the TARDIS the Doctor had such a collection of exotic teas that Rose never got to have a good old-fashioned normal cuppa. Was it too much to hope that this jinnera tasted like PG Tips?

  Apparently it was. Jinnera turned out to be more of a coffee-style drink, but with a hint of chocolate to it. It was, Rose had to admit, rather tasty. So much so that she quickly drained the cup she had been given.

  ‘Any chance of another?’ she asked cheekily.

  Rez went to make her a fresh cup. ‘Two is the limit, though. You can have too much of a good thing.’

  Rose pulled a face. ‘Not when something is as good as this!’ she insisted.

  Rez shook his head firmly. ‘In this case, no. Overdose on the jinnen bean and you’ll sleep for ever. It makes you feel good, but too much relaxes you so much that your heart just stops.’

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  Rose hesitated, her hand in mid-air, about to take back her refilled cup.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ Rez assured her. ‘Two won’t kill you.’

  After only a slight pause, she accepted the proffered drink.

  ‘So, you think Brother Hugan’s on to something, then, do you? With all his talk of the old ways. . . ’

  ‘I don’t know. I’m sure the ancients weren’t fools, though. You’ve seen the remains of their temple.’

  Rose frowned and realised what it was that had been bugging her.

  ‘How come you live in these tents and not buildings?’

  ‘People change. We live nomadic lives now, closer to nature. No one’s lived in buildings for hundreds of years.’

  ‘Maybe they were scared off by those Witiku,’ joked Rose, but dis-appoint
ingly Rez didn’t laugh.

  Instead he took her comment at face value. ‘Perhaps they were,’ he admitted.

  Rose was surprised. ‘You think there really was some kind of creature like that suit you were wearing?’

  Rez looked her straight in the eyes. ‘Yes, I do. I’ve seen too much at the temple and around it. Murals, paintings, statues. I’m sure the Witiku were real once.’

  Seeing Rose’s face, Rez hurriedly reassured her. ‘But that was all a long time ago. I don’t think we’re going to be seeing a Witiku any time soon,’ he promised her.

  And at that precise moment, a fist of razor-sharp talons ripped through the wall of the tent, missing Rose by centimetres.

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  Rose jumped to her feet and dived forward. Behind her the savage talons sliced again and again through the fabric of the tent.

  But there was a more unpleasant sound as well, an animalistic grunting and roaring, plus, from slightly further away, more ripping and screaming. Where, a moment ago, there had been a solid wall of leather there was now a mass of thin shreds, like the plastic strips her nan used to have on her back door in the summer. Stepping through this new entrance was a creature that Rose recognised instantly as a Witiku.

  The costume that Rez had been wearing earlier didn’t do justice to the real thing. For a start it was huge. It was similar to a werewolf, but Rose knew this was no wolf. It had a distinct smell, a strong animal odour of sweat and zoos. The creature was covered with a dense coat of coarse dark hair, which made it hard to see in the dark. For a moment time seemed to stand still. Rose realised with a shudder of fear that there were actually four sets of talons as the terrifying creature had two extra arms. The head, thrown back as it roared angrily, was an ugly mass of hair and fangs, with wild red eyes that showed no sign of intelligence. This was pure animal, wild and majestic. Around its 71

  neck something shiny and glittery caught the light, but Rose couldn’t make out what it was.