by Doctor Who
'So what's this all about, then? Finishing the job for your friend, Toeclaw?' taunted Henk. 'Well? Come on, little girl, say your piece.
Nice shot, by the way, but you're no professional.' It was as if the threat of assassination were as much of an inconvenience as choosing what to have for lunch. 'No, this is personal, isn't it?'
Emily bit her lip, felt tiny beads of sweat forming along her hairline, her heart pounding. One shot. That was all it would take.
'Mister Branlo here tells me you're of Ertrari origin. Oh, I should mention we took a full bio-scan when we ran a belated security sweep on you earlier.' Henk referred to a datapad he was carrying, and smiled apologetically. 'Due to a scheduling oversight we didn't have an opportunity to do so upon your arrival, or we would have been able to avoid all this tiresome running around.'
He put a finger to his lips, as if pondering some matter that weighed upon his mind. 'If memory serves, I had some dealings with an Ertrari bounty hunter a month or so ago. Isn't that a coincidence?'
Emily stared coldly at the smug monster before her. 'You killed him,' she spat, trembling with anger.
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killed, yes, but I wouldn't dirty my hands with that kind of business. I did, however, torture him first. Not that I expected to gain any useful information from him, you understand. It's just a hobby of mine.'
Tears were welling up in Emily's eyes. Trying to blink them away, breathing hard, she sobbed, 'You killed him. You killed my daddy, and now I'm going to kill you.'
'Oh, I don't think so. Granted, you were brave to come here, to think you could pull it off. Brave, but not a killer. Unlike your father, though he wasn't a very good one. I certainly wouldn't have hired him. Still, his visit wasn't completely wasted. Once I'd finished having my fun, he made a rather pleasant between-meals snack for the Krillitane. I don't imagine Toeclaw brought that up in conversation, did she? Probably still picking the bits from between her teeth.'
'You...' Emily squeezed the trigger, but she wasn't quick enough.
Henk swung out with his left arm, grabbing her wrist and yanking it painfully upwards and to the side, the weapon discharging harmlessly towards the ceiling. Then he struck a vicious blow across Emily's cheek, with such force that it lifted the girl from her feet and sent her sprawling across the cold, hard floor.
The Doctor wrenched himself free and rushed over to her, cradling the weeping girl in his arms. 'It's all right. It's all right,' he whispered, holding her tightly. He looked angrily up at Henk, eyes blazing. That wasn't necessary.'
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livestock and a whining child. Don't worry, she won't be alive long enough to feel the bruise. None of you will,' Henk sneered at the Doctor. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I have something of a damage-limitation exercise on my hands.'
Some order had been restored to the Chapter House. Although shocking, Toch'Lu's assault on the stage had been so short-lived that the panic had subsided almost as quickly as it had begun. Those few delegates who had attempted to flee were either engaged in face-saving conversations with their companions, whom they had left to fend for themselves, or keeping a low profile.
It had taken several of Henk's burlier employees to drag the battered Krillitane into the cloisters, and out of sight. Febron bent over the creature, carrying out a brief medical examination to assess if the force wall had done any permanent damage. She winced at the deep wound where the Krillitane had torn out her implant, although amazingly it was already well on the way to being fully healed, suggesting advanced molecular reconstruction. Was there no end to the potential benefits to medical science that were inherent to the Krillitanes?
'You are one resilient female,' Febron observed, impressed at the staying power of the species, especially this individual.
'Personally, I wish she'd stayed dead,' an impatient voice grumbled behind her. 'At least we know where her daughters are.'
Henk had returned, and he wasn't
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happy. This girl turning up to avenge her father's death was irritation enough, but he'd never discovered who had hired the bounty hunter in the first place, and this worrying thought had festered at the back of his mind ever since.
Febron clipped a collar around Toch'Lu's neck, and tapped a code into the control pad on its rear panel. Standing back, she watched as the Krillitane form shifted, becoming the Calabrian Ambassador once more. The collar excites the neural pathways that control her morphic ability. At least she'll be easier to manage like this. Did you catch the other one?'
Henk nodded. Along with your playmate the Doctor, and some random thug with a sword. One of the Doctor's associates, I should think.
Must've been the one who let him out of the crypt. For want of a decent cell, I've had them locked up in a room at the west end of the cloisters.
Might as well throw Toeclaw in there, too. Once I've reassured our guests that we're not complete amateurs, I intend to have the Doctor and his friends executed.'
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n a spot of nothingness halfway between the orbits of Saturn and I Jupiter, a starship blinked out of hyperspace.
The ship was ugly, functional and heavily armed. It continued along the same trajectory upon which it had arrived, heading directly towards the sun, a bright pinprick against the oily blackness.
Then it changed tack, swinging its blunt nose around on a new bearing. Sub-light engines powering up, the vessel surged forwards, increasing speed towards its target destination. Earth.
The Doctor shone a penlight into Captain Darke's eyes. The soldier had taken a nasty blow to the head, but there didn't seem to be any lasting damage.
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were just too many of them. I'm not as young as I was.'
'You're not the only one. You'll have a nasty bump for a bit, but you'll live,' the Doctor reassured the still-dazed Captain.
Darke looked over at Emily. She sat alone at the far end of the room, staring at the disguised Krillitane who had been dumped, unconscious, nearby. 'What about the girl?'
'I don't know, Captain.' The Doctor sighed. Time for a long overdue chat, he decided, and wandered over, sitting himself down beside the dejected young woman.
'One day, they'll probably turn this into a little shop.' he said, conversationally. 'Guide books, cuddly bears, little silver spoons with national flags on the handles, that kind of thing.'
Emily remained silent. Perhaps a more direct approach was needed.
'Why didn't you tell me what you were doing here?'
She sniffed, and wiped at her nose with a crumpled cloth she'd been using to soak up her tears. 'I didn't know you. How could I trust you? For all I knew, you could have been working for Henk. You might even have been him.'
'Seventeenth rule of survival: Trust No One. Mulder's Law, they call it. Not a big fan, myself, but then I do end up in more than my fair share of scrapes, so maybe there's something in it.' A hint of a smile on Emily's lips satisfied the Doctor that he hadn't lost her completely, and he smiled back, warmly.
'So, what happened?' he asked.
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Thinking about her father was something she'd been avoiding, the shock of his death too recent, too painful to face. Emily sighed.
'My dad was a bounty hunter, small-scale, nothing dangerous.
Usually tracking bail jumpers for a couple of agencies he freelanced for. It was a living. Anyway, a job came along that offered amazing rates, enough to cover my university fees for a couple of years, too good to miss, so off he went.
Then his signal went dead. It was an insurance thing, a bio-link between Dad and his ship. If something...' The grief threatened to overwhelm her again, but she fought it back. 'If something happened to him, the ship would transmit an emergency call to base.' Emily closed her eyes, remembering the moment she'd heard the terrible news.
Over the course of his nine hundred-odd years, the Doctor had seen many friends come and go, and each had left an indelible mark upon him. He knew well enough how hard it was to lose someone you loved. 'I'm sorry,' he sympathised.
'I've known the people at the Agency all my life,' Emily continued, feeling better for talking. 'Since we lost Mum, they've been like family, and they contacted me straight away. I had to know what had happened, so I dropped out of college and told them I'd take on the job, track down Henk for whoever it is that's after him. When I got here nothing happened for days, then you turned up and everything went crazy.'
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'I tend to have that effect. It's a gift.' The Doctor gave an amiable shrug. 'So, what were you planning to do when you'd found him?
Henk was right about one thing, you were never going to kill him. I don't think you've got a murderous bone in your body.'
'No, I wasn't going to sink to his level. All I had to do was get a positive ID, and transmit the data and coordinates to a pre-set location. As far as I cared, they could deal with him. So long as someone did. That's why I left you when I did. I'd got what I needed.
I'm sorry.'
'Oh, you don't want to worry about me. I can take care of myself.'
Emily raised a sarcastic eyebrow at their current predicament.
'Evidently.'
'Most of the time.' He half-smiled. 'What made you come back?
You said something about a warning.'
'My employers suggested it would be in my interest to make sure I was off-world before they arrived. To me that didn't sound like they were planning a low-key visit. I couldn't leave without warning you to get out of here too.'
The Doctor frowned. He was grateful to Emily for risking her life to bring him this information, but things were bad enough with Henk and his batch of angry Krillitanes to deal with, let alone some third party with a grudge.
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to work on behalf of a client you'll never have any contact with.
It's better that way. Keeps things clean. Uncompromised. Dad was pretty diligent, though. He didn't like to go into any situation blind, so when I reached his ship the first thing I did was check his research.
He'd compiled a file on Henk. The guy's a pretty shady character, dealing mainly in biological and chemical weapons - the illegal kind. I figured he must have made enemies along the way, but the man has connections, powerful connections across the twelve quadrants. He's virtually untouchable. Whoever's after him must know that.'
'Unless...'The Doctor looked over at Toch'Lu. Unless it wasn't Henk they were really after.
As if nothing untoward had happened, Henk once again took to the stage. There was still a babble of conversation from the delegates, but this quietened as soon as he spoke.
'Friends, thank you for your patience. I must apologise for the lapse in our security procedures, and any discomfort and inconvenience it has caused you. I'm afraid the Calabrian delegation had been infiltrated by anti-government protestors, but the matter has been dealt with and they shan't be bothering us, or anyone else, again.' Henk watched for any adverse reactions, but the delegates were too hungry for the product he was offering to waste any time worrying about an assassination attempt made on someone else.
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the beauty of dealing with interstellar governments, terrorist groups and crime lords - they were far more concerned with their own bigger picture than the value of an individual life, even if it were that of their host.
'Let's get back to business, shall we?' He smiled the broadest of smiles, and spread his arms in a gesture of open friendliness.
'Please welcome Doctor Belima Febron, the scientist behind the greatest advancement in bio-technology in history.'
There was a ripple of applause from those delegates that shared the custom, as Febron stepped forward. She was uncomfortable at the prospect of speaking to such a large audience, and still rattled by Toeclaw's unexpected attack, but her science was sound and her presentation well rehearsed, even if much of the background detail Henk had insisted on including wasn't strictly true. Febron took a deep breath and began.
This is the most valuable chemical in the universe.' She held up a small vial of Krillitane Oil extract, a carefully directed spotlight causing the yellow liquid inside to sparkle. 'It occurs naturally in only one species, a hunter-gatherer of low intelligence from an undeveloped planet owned by our organisation, a race we have domesticated into manageable livestock. It enables us to harness evolution, to control life's natural imperative to adapt and survive. In effect, we can modify any aspect of our Krillitanes into any configuration we choose. We can increase intelligence, strength, longevity, anything, even endowing psychic abilities or adding an extra toe, 170
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and we can do this organically, simply by introducing a specific aspect of mapped genome from any species. The chemical, and evolution, does the rest.' Of course there was no undeveloped planet, no farm containing herds of happy, simple Krillitanes, just the thirteen creatures held against their will in the crypt, but the delegates didn't need to know that. At least with these white lies out of the way she could get back to talking about the science. Ground that Febron felt much safer on.
'We have removed all the uncertainty of existing, outmoded bio-technologies. These are not chimera, unstable genetic combinations of distinct species to create a hybrid. These are not re-engineered clones, prone as they are to psychological and physical defects. This process is an entirely natural biological function of the Krillitanes, a process of natural selection, where evolution chooses the best solution based on your design and criteria, ensuring that the resultant creature is uniquely suited to your needs.
'What's more, I have developed a method of extracting the chemical from our Krillitane stock, and am prototyping a stunning new technology to allow other species to benefit. With your investment and valued support, we will soon have the ability to enable your own species to use this discovery to direct the path of its own evolution. Thank you.'
Relieved, Febron bowed and stepped down from the stage. Henk gave her a wink as he took her place, ready to start talking money with eager potential investors.
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Glad that ordeal was over, she was anxious to get back to the crypt and make sure that the Doctor hadn't been interfering with her experiments.
She knew instantly that something was wrong, and the readouts on the monitoring station confirmed her worst fears. While Krillitane Oil was comparatively abundant, the chemical that enabled them to self-evolve was but a tiny proportion of its composition, and it took weeks to extract so much as a thimble of it. This morning the level of extracted fluid had passed fifty per cent, but now it was down to virtually nothing. It could only have been the Doctor.
Febron unlocked the security door and rushed into the crypt.
Ignoring the sleeping Krillitanes, she hurried to the extraction system and reached for the vial that should have been half full, wrenching it out of its housing. Empty. Months of patient work, ruined by that inconvenient, interfering Doctor. She would demand to kill him herself for this.
A metallic clang echoed suddenly through the darkness.
Febron spun around. She could see nothing in the dim light of the life-sign monitors. 'Who's there? Branlo, is that you? Tell Henk we have a problem.'
No response. That was strange. Febron walked back towards the antechamber, listening attentively for any repeat of the mysterious noise, but the crypt remained silent.
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She stopped as she reached the door, relaxing slightly. It must have been her imagination. Who knew what mischief the Doctor had been up to while he'd been on his own down here? She cursed herself for having left him alone in the first place. Perhaps she should check on the Krillitanes, to be on the safe side.
Examining each enclosure as she came to it, Febron satisfied herself that no further damage had been done. The Krillitanes were still sedated, and extraction of Krillitane Oil hadn't been impeded at source. She turned towards Broken Wing's special enclosure and stopped in her tracks. The enclosure was empty, the chains and pipes that had restrained the powerful male hung limply against the wall.
Surely the Doctor hadn't been foolish enough to set him free?
Taking a nervous look around her, Febron hurried over to the enclosure's life-signs monitor.
'Interfering idiot,' she muttered through gritted teeth. The readings indicated that the Doctor had awoken Broken Wing for a short period before sedating him again, but the levels of tranquilliser he'd programmed were nowhere near sufficient to keep this Krillitane under.
A bass, throaty rumble broke the silence, and Febron closed her eyes, sensing Broken Wing was close by, waiting for her.
She had to get out of there, right now.
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floor close behind her. She glanced back. Broken Wing had leapt out of the shadows and was almost upon her. The scientist dived into one of the Krillitane enclosures, pushing her way past the leathery bulk of the sleeping animal. The space was cramped, too cramped for Broken Wing to follow and her only chance of escape. Through into the next enclosure and the next, batting trailing cables out of her way, desperate to reach the door.