by Gerry Davis
Inside, as the thin stream of white gas started spreading through the doorway, Barclay started to cough.
The gas was beginning to seep through the breathing filter on his helmet.
'Keep your position,' whispered Ben. He ran over to the far wall, levelling his Cyberweapon at the door-way. 'Now,' he called.
Barclay leant forward, grasped the door lever and, keeping safely behind it, swung the heavy, lead-covered door wide open.
Ben saw Jarl outlined in the cloud of white gas in the corridor. Hardly stopping to aim, he levelled the Cyberweapon and fired.
The rattle was deafening in the radiation room. Through the clouds of gas, Ben saw the tall Cyberman drop the nozzle, raise his hands in the air, and stagger back.
Quickly, the agile sailor leapt to one side as Krang and the other Cybermen fired their weapons through the radiation room door.
Ben reached Barclay, now almost doubled up behind the door. The nozzle of the gas cylinder continued to spurt out a white stream of gas. Barclay gasped in Ben's ear. 'I can't hold out much longer.'
Ben, his eyes and nose also streaming from the tear-gas, croaked, 'Where are Dyson and Haynes?'
The Cybermen were having difficulty seeing in through the heavy white cloud. A Cyberman stepped over Jarl's body—but Krang stopped him. 'No. That is what they want. We shall be immobilized if we enter the radiation room. Let the gas do its work.'
The Cyberman stepped back. The whole corridor was now full of the smoke-like gas but, behind the Cybermen's backs, the white-clad figure of Haynes was approaching stealthily, holding the nuclear rod before him.
Suddenly, his head began to swim with the tear-gas. He coughed violently. The end Cyberman wheeled round and made out his figure through the swirling clouds of gas. For a moment he paused, irresolute. Clad in the radiation suit, with its square helmet, Haynes looked not unlike another Cyberman.
The Cyberman called to Krang, who turned and saw the technician advancing down the corridor. The Cybermen were beginning to shake from the effects of the radiation which emanated from the out-thrust nuclear rod.
'We must leave,' Krang said.
The Cybermen turned to escape down the other corridor—but the figure of Dyson loomed through the fog-like gas, a second nuclear rod held in front of him.
The Cybermen were now shaking uncontrollably from the effects of the radiation. Krang raised his Cyberweapon and turned from one man to the other, trying to make out a target. He aimed at Haynes, whose shape was now clear through the gas, and fired.
The technician gave one cry, staggered, and with the last of his strength, thrust the rod towards the Cybermen before collapsing forward in the corridor.
Ben, choking and almost insensible from the gas, reeled out into the doorway and aimed point blank at the Cyberleader. His gun rattled. Krang slowly turned, his weapon still levelled and, for one moment, Ben thought he was going to fire.
Like a forest giant, the dead Cyberleader slowly toppled forward, crashing on to Jarl's body.
Ben ran forward, felt for the control wheel on the gas cylinders, and quickly turned them off.
As the gas began to clear, he saw that the other three Cybermen had frozen into position; their weapons pointed uselessly downwards. Lights were flashing on their chest units. As Ben raised the Cyberweapon their chest lights died out and, one by one, the Cybermen teetered and fell.
Dyson appeared, stepping gingerly over the Cyberbodies. He was still carrying the nuclear rod.
'Quick,' said Ben, coughing from the effects of the gas. 'Get Barclay out of here.'
Dyson carefully placed the nuclear rod in the corridor and helped Ben drag Barclay away along the corridor. As they passed Haynes, they glanced at him quickly—and shuddered. His eyes were staring up-wards in death.
They staggered up the stairs at the end of the corridor, ripped off their helmets and gulped in the clear air !
13 The Destruction of Mondas!
Uncertain as to what was happening, the men in the tracking room watched with apprehension as the door began to open. They braced themselves for the reappearance of the Cybermen but, to their surprise, Ben and Dyson staggered in supporting Barclay between them. They were still wearing the lower part of their radiation suits.
They placed Barclay on his seat at the console and leant against it, drawing in long, shuddering breaths.
The technicians crowded around excitedly. Dyson told them of the fight in the corridor and the defeat of the Cybermen. 'Get back to your desks,' he continued. 'The emergency is not over yet. There are those rods out of the nuclear reactor—see they get put back.'
'Yeah,' added Ben, 'and don't forget they've still got the Doctor and Polly.' Stripping off his radiation suit, he began to walk towards the door.
'Wait!' Barclay, who had recovered a little, was sitting up and calling him back. As the new commander of the base, he spoke with a new sense of authority and purpose. Ben halted and turned to him.
'If you try to tackle the spacecraft single-handed, you haven't a chance. We don't know how many more Cybermen there are.'
'So?' asked Ben.
For answer, Barclay pointed to the Cyberleader's transmitter which had been left on the top of the console. 'There's the thing they use to contact each other.'
Ben shrugged and lifted up the black box—it resembled a portable transistor radio. 'I don't know how to work it ! '
'Do anything,' said Barclay. 'Send out a signal—draw them here.'
The other men within earshot murmured their disapproval. Dyson, who had been testing the various life support systems to ensure that none had suffered in the recent emergency, turned to him. 'Is that wise?'
'If they take off in their ship,' said Ben, 'we'll never see the Doctor and Polly again.' He picked up the Cyberman transmitter.
'Hold on.' Dyson rose to his feet. 'You may bring them all back again.'
'That's a risk we've got to take,' said Ben. He looked down at the many buttons on the Cyberman transmitter. His hand hovered indecisively, then he started pressing them.
Immediately, the small transmitting light began to twinkle; the set emitted a high-pitched buzz.
'That should do it!' said Ben. 'It sounds like some sort of warning signal, anyway. How long do you reckon we've got before they arrive?'
Barclay rose to his feet. 'We'd better get ready for them.'
'I'll go down and get the weapons,' volunteered Ben. As he spoke, the tracking room lights started to flicker and dim down.
'What's happening?' said Ben.
'The emergency power supply must be running out. Why haven't they got those rods back in? We'll freeze to death here within twenty minutes without the base reactor.'
The lights had now become so dim that—apart from the glow from the various monitor screens—the long low room had become a collection of dim black shapes.
''Are can't face them in the dark,' called Ben. 'Are there no torches here?'
'Yes,' said Barclay. He was feeling his way over to the side wall.
Behind him, Dyson flicked the PA switch connecting the console mike to the reactor room. 'Philips, Barker,' he called, 'can you hear me? Why aren't those rods back in?'
Ben turned; all he could see of Dyson was a vague shape outlined against the blue projection screen.
'You're forgetting, mate,' he said. 'We ripped the wires out, didn't we?'
Dyson cursed. Barclay turned round, flashlight in hand, and switched it on. He turned the light beam towards Ben. 'I've got one for you.'
As Ben moved to get it, Barclay shone the light towards the door. The beam flicked over the rows of consoles, the faces of the waiting technicians and, by the door, three silent silver figures...
For a moment, the torch shook in Barclay's hand. The voice of one of the three Cybermen rang out: 'Further resistance is useless. Drop your weapons!'
As the Cyberman spoke, the lights began to brighten back to full power.
The tired, strained men turned to face the
third Cyberman invasion of the Snowcap Polar Base.
'You fool!' screamed Dyson. He turned to Ben. For a moment Ben thought he was about to break into tears. 'I warned you not to activate that thing.' He pointed to the black Cyberman transmitter box.
Barclay shook his head wearily. 'No, some kind of warning must have gone out earlier—at the time of the fight. They'd never have made it here in time otherwise.'
'Silence!' snapped the voice of one of the Cybermen. 'We have been patient with you. But this will not continue. You have fought us and destroyed many of our number. Your bomb must be activated immediately, otherwise we shall commence killing every single man in this room.'
He pointed at Ben. 'Starting with this man.'
The Cyberman raised his weapon and aimed it at the sailor. But they were interrupted by a high-pitched shout from the R/T technician. He had been staring at the large screen, and adjusting the controls of the radio-telescope to bring it into sharp focus.
'Look at Mondas ! ' he cried.
Everyone in the room, men and Cybermen alike, turned to look at the screen. The planet's alternation from light to dark had now speeded up to such a rate that it seemed to visibly flicker—like a slow-running movie projector showing a silent film. The land masses and the dried-up seas that so closely parallelled those on Earth were still visible—but something new was happening!
'Fantastic!' Dyson exclaimed. 'It seems to be... melting!'
As they watched, huge fissures and cracks appeared. Trickles of white-hot lava were running from the cracks and down the face of the planet. The whole surface seemed to be bubbling and erupting, creating thousands of minor volcanoes. The land masses began distorting and running together. The glare from the planet was now so intense that they had to shield their eyes to look at it.
'It's falling to bits!' exclaimed Ben.
'The end of Mondas,' Barclay's voice rang out triumphantly. 'The Doctor was right.'
In their excitement, they had forgotten the Cybermen standing behind them. The cosmic drama on the huge screen had taken all their attention. Now Ben turned to see how the Cybermen were reacting to the end of their planet.
'Look!' he called. The men turned to look at the three silver figures.
Like their planet, the Cybermen seemed to be suffering a visible change. Their arms had dropped; the Cyberweapons had fallen to the floor; each was teetering slightly on his feet.
As the men watched, they slowly began collapsing down on one knee, then the other. Finally, they pitched forwards on to the floor.
Ben ran over and picked up one of the Cyberweapons—but it was unnecessary. The plastic accordian-like chest units of the Cybermen were already turning soft—as though the plastic was melting. Cracks appeared, and a grey, evil-looking foam began coursing out.
'They're shrivelling!' said Ben.
Behind him, Dyson calmly gazed down at the three Cybermen. 'They must have been completely dependent on power from Mondas. They had no time to transfer their power unit to Earth.'
They turned back to look at the Tenth Planet—but it existed no longer. A huge shifting amoeba-like corona of gas surrounded its few solid remaining segments.
'It's turned into a super-nova,' said Barclay. 'In half an hour it will disperse to the far corners of the universe.'
They watched the distorted flare of gas grow fainter and fainter as it spun away from Earth. The technician struggled vainly to keep it in the telescope lens.
Abruptly, the R/T system spluttered into life and the voice of Terry Cutler came through, ringing loud and clear of all static. 'Zeus Five to Snowcap. Are you reading me? Come in, please. Zeus Five to Snowcap. Are you receiving me?'
'Quick,' Barclay turned to Dyson. 'Answer him.'
Dyson leant over and spoke into the mike. 'Snowcap to Zeus Five—hearing you loud and clear.'
After a moment's pause, Cutler's voice came over. 'Say, what's happened? Where have you been?'
'Here, give it to me,' said Barclay.
Dyson moved aside and Barclay sat down at the console. 'Snowcap to Zeus Five. Report your fuel position.'
'O.K. Everything's suddenly working normally. How about getting me out of here?'
'We are on emergency power at the moment. We will handle your splash-down as soon as we get full power back.'
He turned to Dyson, relieved to be back at work once more. 'Start checking on the base's main units.'
Dyson nodded and hurried back to his console. All over the room, the men had now resumed their normal positions and were starting the complicated splash-down procedure.
Ben looked from one to the other in bewilderment. 'Hey,' he said, 'what about the Doctor and Polly? They may have killed them.'
But both men, utterly engrossed in their routine jobs, were oblivious to his words.
Without waiting for a reply, Ben rushed over to the dead Cybermen, picked up one of the fallen weapons and dashed out of the door.
Again the base loudspeakers crackled into life. 'Snowcap, Geneva here.'
Immediately Barclay leant forward, pressed the switch down and responded. 'Hello Geneva—Snowcap here—fully operational.'
Wigner's voice came over. 'Snowcap. Who is that? Dr Barclay?'
'Yes. We're getting full power back. The danger is apparently over. What is the global situation?'
'The Cyberman menace has ended all over the world. We're just picking up the pieces. Let me have a full report as soon as you can.' Wigner's clipped voice cut off abruptly as he moved on in his round-up of the I.S.C. bases.
Barclay leant back for a moment and grinned across at Dyson. 'We certainly will!' he said, speaking to no one in particular. 'Did you hear that?' He laughed ironically for a moment. 'He wants a full report.' He raised his hands in the air in a desperate gesture. 'Where exactly do we begin?'
The Cybership had also been affected by the energy loss. The vibration had died away—and a great flash had lit up the forward compartment—followed by the unpleasant smell of burning plastic—as Mondas disintegrated. The Doctor and Polly were struggling to get out of their bonds—but the silver bands held them.
'If you could only reach that control.' The Doctor nodded over the wall beyond, where the controls activating the bands were situated.
Polly tentatively stretched out one of her long legs, but it was quite impossible to reach it from her chair. 'It's no use, Doctor,' she wailed despairingly.
Already the Arctic cold had begun to seep into the abandoned spacecraft. The bright alloy walls seemed to be loosing their lustre. It was as though several years of slow corrosion were being telescoped into as many minutes. The only lights still working were the phosphorescent emergency lighting panels.
Polly saw something. She held her breath. The door was opening slowly. 'Doctor! Doctor! Look!' she called.
The Doctor jerked his head around. The muzzle of a Cyberweapon was poking through the doorway at them. The sudden shock seemed to prove too much for the Doctor. His head slumped forward, eyes glazed, just as Ben stepped into the room.
'Ben!' Polly burst out in a great explosion of relief. Illogically, she seemed almost angry. 'Did you have to give us such a shock? And what took you so long?'
Ben grinned down at her. 'Sure you want to hear it right now, Duchess? Well...' He leant back against the wall. 'There's nothing I like better than a captive audience, so here goes...'
'Don't you dare!' Polly squealed. She nodded over to the wall unit. 'The controls are over there. Just press them—and make it quick!'
'Will do.' Ben glanced at the Doctor—but the Doctor didn't look up. He went over to the wall and pressed the button. The straps receded into the chair and Polly jumped up. She started rubbing her cramped wrists.
'Oh boy ! ' Polly said. 'I'm frozen. I'll never grumble about the TARDIS' heating system again after this!'
But Ben wasn't listening. He was looking down at the Doctor. 'What's happened to him?'
'I don't know,' said Polly. She came closer.
The
Doctor's head was slumped forward, his eyes open. 'He seemed to faint when you came through that door.'
Ben bent down and snapped his fingers in front of the Doctor's face. 'Hey, Doc. Come on. Wakey wakey. It's all right now—it's all over.'
His words seemed to rouse the Doctor. He slowly stirred and raised his eyebrows. 'What?... What did you say? It's all over? Is that what you said?'
He shook his head. His eyes gazed past Ben—it was as though he was seeing ahead a great way into time. 'That's where you're wrong, my boy. It isn't over. It's not over by a long way.'
'What are you on about, Doctor?' said Ben.
For answer, the Doctor stood up. 'We must get back to the TARDIS immediately.'
'Are you all right, Doctor?' said Polly.
The Doctor shook off her supporting arm. 'We must go now.'
'What's the hurry?' asked Ben. 'Mondas has broken up. There's nothing more to fear from the Cybermen. Aren't we going to go back to the South Pole base to say good-bye?'
The Doctor shook his head impatiently. 'No, no. We must go, I say.' The Doctor drew his borrowed parka around him and hurried out through the door.
'What's happened to him?' Polly looked at Ben.
'Search me ! He doesn't seem to know where he is.'
Polly shivered. 'Please Ben, let's get out of here.'
They trudged across towards the TARDIS, now half snowed up. The wind had died; the moon was casting a luminous glow over the gleaming Polar wastes.
Polly paused for a minute. Ahead of them they could see the Doctor trudging through the last few yards of snow to the door of the TARDIS. Polly looked around. The drifting snow had completely covered the dead bodies of the Cybermen. The Polar scene had an incredible purity and innocence—like a dream landscape.
'It's beautiful here,' said Polly. 'I don't suppose we'll ever see it again.'
'We'll become part of it if we don't keep moving! Come on, Duchess.'
He grabbed Polly's arm and led her on towards the TARDIS. The Doctor had already opened the door and walked inside.
As Ben and Polly entered and began stripping off their furs, there was no sign of the Doctor. They went through into the TARDIS' equipment room, and hung up their heavy International Space Control parkas.