DOCTOR WHO AND THE TOMB OF THE CYBERMEN

by Gerry Davis

  'How can I, in this short time?' Klieg looked angrily at her.

  'We have plenty of time,' said Kaftan. 'You will see...'

  Klieg was too deep in this defeating puzzle of mathematics to take in her meaning. Before he could question her, Jamie and Viner came in carrying the dead Haydon followed by the Professor and the others. Kaftan, seeing the body, stepped down from the console and looked concerned. Klieg looked up briefly, then went on with his maths.

  'Right,' came Professor Parry's voice. 'We're all here, it seems. If you will all sit down for a moment.'

  Beside the control panels were benches for the technicians. They all sat down except Klieg, who seemed not to have heard.

  'Mr Klieg,' insisted the Professor.

  'Oh, leave me alone,' snapped Klieg disrespectfully. 'Can't you see I'm working—or have.you forgotten the purpose of this expedition?'

  'You will kindly take your place.'

  Klieg obeyed with bad grace.

  'I'll come straight to the point,' said the Professor. 'I have reluctantly decided to abandon the expedition and return to Earth.' They stared at him.

  'It's impossible,' said Klieg. 'You can't abandon this now.,

  'Why do you decide this?' asked Kaftan.

  'What! Why?' came from the others in a great babble of objection. After all this trouble, just when they were on the verge of making such exciting discoveries! The Professor raised his hands for silence.

  'I feel as strongly about it as you—this expedition has been my dream for years. But there were those, like Mr Viner, who said that more preparation was needed. More men and equipment.' He paused. They were silent. Viner nodded to himself. 'I refused to heed their warning,' the Professor went on, 'and the result is that two men have died.'

  There was silence.

  'I'm sorry, but we must leave at the first available conjunction. We shall take back all we can for further study, of course—but that is my decision, and that is what must happen.'

  Clattering his bench, Klieg stood up.

  'I insist that—' he began, when he felt Kaftan's hand on his. She gave him a reassuring look and shook her head slightly. He glanced around angrily but sat down again.

  Only the Doctor had noticed.

  'My decision is final,' said Professor Parry. 'We leave when the north hemisphere is properly tangential, which will be—' He looked at his space-time watch. 'At 18.42.'

  He had hardly sat down when there was the sound of someone running, heavy space-boots thumping on the metal floors. In burst Captain Hopper.

  'Ah, Captain,' continued the Professor, absent-mindedly. 'Just the man! Can you be ready to blast off at 18.42?'

  'No,' cried Hopper, still trying to get his breath.

  'I beg your pardon?' said the Professor, startled. 'Did I hear you right? You are paid to take orders, Mr Hopper.'

  'Not impossible ones.' The Captain's gruff voice echoed around the large metallic room. 'It's the fuel pumps. Some character has messed up the lot.'

  The others froze. To be stranded on the chill metal planet, to die slowly in the tomb of the soulless Cybermen...

  'Someone... or something,' said the Doctor quickly, voicing their fears.

  'Well, whatever it is,' answered the Captain bluntly, 'it nearly sabotaged our chances of getting off this crumby planet;

  8

  The Secret of the Hatch

  Hours later, the outer surface of Telos was dark and silent. Nothing moved. The remote stars of other galaxies shone in the clear atmosphere, but gave only a sliver of light on the black crater mountains.

  Inside the control room the artificial daylight gave a harsh shadowless glare. Viner looked around at the others, annoyed at their apparent indifference. 'Well, I don't care what any of you do,' he said, 'but I'm not going to spend the night on this planet.'

  'You seem to have little option now.' The Doctor, relaxed as ever, leant back in his chair with his hands in his pockets.

  Viner looked round at the bright walls where the Cyberman bas-reliefs still stood stiff and huge, dominating the humans below.

  'Well, at least we can get out of this sinister place,' he muttered. He tapped the notebook in his hand. 'I have recorded all I wish to. I suggest we all return to the orbiter and wait there.'

  'That's a very bad suggestion, Mr Viner.' Captain Hopper had just entered, unnoticed. 'You know that?'

  But Viner moved towards the door. The space orbiter glowed cosy and safe in his mind and he wasn't going to stay a second longer in this gleaming metallic hall.

  'I insist!' he said. The tall space-commander stepped in front of him, blocking his way.

  'You do a lot of "insisting", don't you, Viner,' said the Captain. 'Well, I'm going to tell you something now—the first guy who steps into my orbiter is going to stop the repair work just like that. My men will just down their tools.'

  Viner glared at him but was no match for the other man. He turned back and sat down, his back to the others, staring moodily at the metal floor.

  'How long will it take to get the orbiter operational again?' asked Parry.

  'Working non-stop, without interruption, maybe some—seventy-two hours,' said the Captain.

  At the words 'seventy-two' there was a gasp of indrawn breath against the silence. Viner jumped up again, like a puppet controlled by fear.

  'It's quite impossible!' he cried. 'We'd be all out of our minds after three days in this place. We must go back on board.'

  Captain Hopper had controlled his anger long enough. 'I can't afford. to waste any more time with you guys,' he snapped. 'But I'm just going to give it to you once more, right!. You may not know this, but we've got to practically pull the ship apart and repair the damage. There just isn't room for you all on board. No—room—to—work. Got it?'

  'Ah, yes, of course,' said the Professor, understanding that this was a professional problem. 'I see now.'

  'It's all right for you!' shouted Viner, out of control, his voice cracking. 'Have you any idea of what it's like in this deadly building?'

  'It's not exactly peaches back on the ship, buddy.' Captain Hopper turned to the door.

  'Just a minute.' The Doctor's voice stopped the Captain at the door. 'You have another reason for not wanting them back in the ship, haven't you?'

  'I wasn't going to mention it,' said the Captain, looking at him gravely. 'But yeah! Until we know who broke into the ship...'

  'Or what,' said the Doctor.

  'Who broke into the ship,' Captain Hopper said firmly, 'I mean to keep a round-the-clock guard on it.'

  'Very wise,' said the Doctor.

  'I just aim to get off this damn place with my skin still tight-fitting all over—all right, Doc?' He had raised his voice and was now speaking to the entire party as well as the Doctor. The Doctor nodded approvingly.

  'Right,' said Hopper. 'In case it gets a bit cold at night, I've brought along some anoraks—and some food.' He indicated a couple of well-filled rucksacks by the door. 'I'll let you know when I'm ready to take off,' he added and left.

  Klieg strode forward and looked around.

  'Since we must stay'—Klieg's voice had a slight rasp to it—'then there's no reason why we shouldn't finish our job and fully explore down there.' He jerked his thumb towards the floor to indicate the unknown levels of tombs below them.

  'That is, if you have no objection, Professor,' he added as an oily afterthought, with a glance at Kaftan.

  'We have little alternative, it seems,' said the Professor, not sure if he was glad or sorry.

  'We could, of course,' said the Doctor with an ironic smile at the others, 'stay here. It's quite a pleasant room really.'

  'Och, speak for yourself, Doctor,' burst out Jamie, who could never bear sitting about and waiting.

  'You can leave here any time you please, Doctor, we won't detain you,' said Klieg. He went back to the control console and his open notebooks and calculations.

  'Yes, I can leave, of course,' said the Doctor, smiling sl
ightly to himself.

  'But you're not going to?' Victoria had come over to him and put her hand on his arm. She was beginning to read the Doctor's mind.

  Before answering, the Doctor watched as Kaftan, in one graceful movement, stood up and walked over to Klieg, leaning over the console to whisper to him.

  'Not yet awhile,' he said thoughtfully. 'No. But you and Jamie can go back to the Tardis if you wish.'

  'I'll stay with you.' Victoria hardly needed asking.

  'Jamie?' said the Doctor.

  'I'll no gae without you and the lassie,' he said.

  'Thank you.' The Doctor seemed to rouse himself suddenly from his thoughtful mood. 'I think the time has come to help Mr Klieg,' he said briskly.

  'I want no help,' cut in Klieg.

  The Doctor smiled and walked jauntily over to him. The shadow of a great hand passed over him and stopped against his chest.

  'You! Stay!' said Toberman's deep voice.

  Jamie jumped up spoiling for action, even ready to take on the giant. 'Let the Doctor pass,' said Jamie, bristling, 'or I'll have to—' He stepped in front of Toberman, his shoulders braced, his right hand near his dirk.

  'It's all right, Jamie,' said the Doctor lightly. He looked at Toberman who still stood there unmoving.

  'Your colleague has very strong hands, I notice,' he said conversationally to Kaftan.

  'He is a strong man, like all my people,' answered Kaftan, smiling at him a little contemptuously.

  'Enough to cause a great deal of damage,' went on the Doctor, 'if let loose in the right places.'

  She stopped smiling and for an instant they stared at each other with cold eyes. Kaftan was the first to look away. She nodded to Toberman, who shuffled , aside.

  'Thank you,' said the Doctor. He stepped up to the console and stood by Klieg, immediately absorbed into the 'scientist's problems. After a moment's hesitation, Klieg let the Doctor glance over his shoulder at his notes.

  Now that the immediate crisis was over, they settled down to their various expedition tasks: Klieg and the Doctor at the console, Viner and Parry working out a hypothetical plan of Telos and the underground workings and Kaftan' sorting out the clothes and food left by Hopper. Only Victoria and Jamie had nothing to do. They stood isolated in the vault of the metal room, looking up at the Cyberman figures still marching in relent-less stillness across the walls. They shivered and 'drew closer together..

  'There's no doubt about it,' they heard Professor Parry say, his voice now calm and academic again. 'The major workings lie below. There are metal caverns down there, all interconnected. If only we can get down to them...'

  'That's it!' exclaimed Klieg, standing back from the console. 'I've got it! A complete sequence linked by one stokastic manoeuvre. Finally a Boolean function of symbolic logic!'

  'Logical, yes, but...' began the Doctor.

  'Everything yields to logic,' cut in Kaftan, her underlying sharpness showing, 'our basic assumption, Doctor.'

  'Really?' murmured the Doctor sarcastically. 'Who are "we"?'

  But Kaftan had turned back to the rucksacks. He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking on thoughtfully. Klieg feverishly worked the indicator and levers, '6 cap B4 if, and only if'—he muttered—'C is cap function of 2A.'

  He pressed the lever and stood back, glowing with triumph.

  'Your logic couldn't have got a bit thin, could it?' asked the Doctor gently, as a whistling arose from conflicting electronic circuits. 'What a pity,' said the Doctor, sadly.

  'I must have made a mistake,' Klieg rapped out. 'I'll run it again—more carefully.'

  'Of course,' murmured the Doctor. He moved closer, scanned the numbers over Klieg's square shoulder, and without the other seeing, clicked a 1 to an 0 in the sequence, then moved back as Klieg put down his calculations and looked back at the controls.

  This time the numbers on the dials made sense to him. He started to reset the controls. '6 cap B, 4, if and only if, C is cap function of... ah, that's it... 2F not 2A!'

  Klieg reached out his hand and grasped the main lever with confident anticipation.

  'Now!' he said triumphantly.

  CRASH!

  The lights flickered, and from below came a slow grinding roar—as if something in the depths of the earth had been disturbed and was moving relentlessly upwards. The floor trembled.

  'The hatch!' exclaimed Victoria.

  It was moving, the metal barrier to the tombs, the gate to the secrets of the Cybermen! With a grind of heavy, long-disused gears, the hatch cover inched slowly up, and a blast of freezing stale air from the unknown depths hit the little group of people.

  Victoria shivered and drew her anorak closer round her. Slowly the heavy metal cover creaked to an upright position and stopped. The rumble of the gears died.

  Cautiously the humans moved forward to look. They felt a death-like chill of ice which took away their breath. A steam of condensation seethed above the opening as the warmer air above met the chill tomb air. On the underside of the lid huge stalactites of ice spiked out like bayonets, and a brilliant rime sparkled on the metal ladder leading down to the black subterranean depths.

  Klieg was the first to straighten up and step back. He couldn't resist a triumphant glance at Kaftan.

  'You see! I did it!' he said, sounding for a moment more like the competitive schoolboy than the professional scientist.

  'My congratulations,' smiled the Doctor.

  'But, Doctor,' Jamie whispered, 'I saw you... you were the one...'

  The Doctor put his finger to his lips.

  'Excellent,'.said Parry to Klieg. 'Now to work. It will be extremely cold down there. We shall all need to put on some warm clothing. Viner, will you get the anoraks out of the rucksacks.'

  Viner was glad to have something to do" at last. He turned towards the entrance but Kaftan had already unpacked them and laid them out.

  'One moment,' Klieg's voice cut in. 'Are we all to descend?'

  'There is safety in numbers,' said the Professor. 'But the women?' asked Klieg arrogantly.

  'Ah, yes,' said the Professor. 'They will, of course, stay up here.'

  He turned to Kaftan and Victoria.

  'In case of trouble,' he said somewhat loftily, 'contact the orbiter.'

  Victoria turned eagerly to Kaftan. Surely a woman of her calibre wouldn't put up with this male arrogance; but Kaftan was looking all silky and submissive. Victoria held her fury in while the others put on their anoraks—then burst out:

  'I'm coming down with you.'

  'Now, my dear young lady,' demurred the Professor in an abstracted voice, not taking her seriously.

  'You heard me, Professor,' said Victoria staunchly. She felt a touch on her arm and turned.

  'Victoria,' said the Doctor quietly, 'you will be much safer up here.'

  Victoria bridled even more at this. Was the Doctor no different from the others?

  '... And much more use to us,' added the Doctor under his breath, his green eyes full of meaning.

  'I don't see—' Victoria began.

  'By keeping an eye on things up here,' the Doctor continued, 'now, please...'

  Victoria looked at him. Was he making excuses or did he mean it? But she knew that the Doctor was never anything less than fair and came from a time when no one believed women incapable of doing even the toughest and most hazardous jobs.

  'I see,' she said. 'All right.'

  'If we are all ready,' came the Professor's dry voice, 'I shall lead the descent. Be ready to go back the instant I give the signal.' He climbed a little gingerly over the edge of the hatch and set his foot on the rapidly thawing rungs of the ladder. Wrapped up in the anoraks, the others began to follow him. As Klieg was about to go down, he stepped aside and whispered to Kaftan.

  'You know what to do?'

  'The hatch?' Kaftan scarcely moved her lips.

  Klieg nodded.

  'Yes,' she murmured.

  Professor Parry, Viner, quaking a little but bulli
ed into it by the Professor, and Jamie were already in the icy black shaft, holding on to the slippery rungs.

  'Now, Mr Toberman,' said the Doctor smoothly to Kaftan, standing aside politely to let the giant pass.

  'He stays with me.'

  'Then I shall stay up here, too,' smiled the Doctor. He folded his arms lazily and sat on one of the stools with all the time in the world ahead of him.

  Kaftan gazed at him with her dark eyes for a moment, then smiled. 'I am being selfish,' she said softly, 'of course he must go with you. His strength will be useful, Go down, Toberman.'

  Toberman hesitated for an instant, then grunted, nodded and walked towards the hatch. He turned and looked at the Doctor suspiciously, then, as Kaftan nodded him on, shrugging to himself, swung down the hatch in one simple movement.

  The Doctor stood up to follow him.

  'Remember!' he said quietly to Victoria. He squeezed her arm gently. 'And watch out,' he said, 'for yourself as well as us.'

  He turned to the hatch and in a moment had disappeared down the cold black hole after the others. Victoria shivered.

  'It seems we are to be left alone—to wait,' said Kaftan in her warm liquid voice, and sat down, smiling at her.

  Victoria admired Kaftan, but she was in awe of her. Now they were alone together she couldn't think of anything to say. Kaftan was always so pleasant and poised, it inhibited the younger woman. She nodded awkwardly, like a little girl, and clutched her bag for comfort. She felt inside it the hard weight of that peculiar silver animal thing she had picked up.

  The Cybermat! She must take it out some time soon; that was a silly thing to do, picking it up just to defy the Doctor. But her bag contained her whole world right now. She'd brought it with her from her Victorian home, and its rough feel made her think longingly of the old drawing room and her father reading in front of a crackling log fire.

  'Captain Hopper brought us some food from the orbiter,' went on Kaftan, trying to put Victoria at her ease. 'I'm sure you are ready for some.'

  'Oh! I'm ravenous!' said Victoria, forgetting her nervousness. She put down her bag—and the lump in it moved a fraction of an inch—neither Victoria nor Kaftan saw it. They were opening the aluminium rectangular box the Captain had left, and taking out the small, transparent plastic food containers. At least, Kaftan was taking them out and Victoria was turning them over in puzzlement, wondering where the food was.