|Doctor Who Missing Internet Adventure #24 - "Endorra"
by Mary Hyde
The Doctor sat on a stool next to the lab bench in the Security
offices, ignoring the cup of cold weak tea at his elbow. Maybe Drake
would return and bring them both a fresh cup. He rubbed at his neck.
The area around the puncture was starting to throb dully and once
more the thought flitted across his mind that he really should have
someone take a look at the wound.
In a little while. When he finished this investigation.
He'd have to come up with an antidote for this Krynoid variation, or
there'd be no choice but to evacuate the tourists and flash-bomb the
casino to the ground. And if he was honest with himself, he really
wasn't feeling p to a full-blown confrontation over the matter with
the owners. Sighing deeply, the Doctor turned his attention back to
the problem literally lying before him.
The seedpod sat immersed in a vat of liquid methane on the bench. The
Krynoids had invaded so many planets, often succeeding at wiping out
all animal life. And at least two pods had made it to Earth during
the Pleistocene era. It was only the immense cold of their landing
site that had kept them from germinating. But Krynoids are infinitely
patient...those had lain dormant until found by scientists in the 20th
century. Which was when he and Sarah Jane had been called in.
Sarah Jane, he mused. It had been ages since he'd thought of her…he
really ought to pop back to Earth and see how she was doing. Loyal and
dependable, she'd been the closest he'd ever had to a best friend.
Not at all like young Adric, a sulky boy who's troubled past made him
tend to wander off and get into trouble. There was no telling what
mischief he'd gotten up to now.
* * *
The Skull-Faced Man approached, an automated luggage carrier hovering
behind him containing a large, bulky sack.
Gianna smiled thinly. "Any problems?"
"Nothing I couldn't handle," hissed the hooded man. "There was a boy
with her - about fifteen with bad hair and a yellow tunic. Fancied
himself the hero, but security grabbed him and I was able to slip
away. Want me to deal with him?"
She shook her head. "No, forget about him. He's no threat to us now,
and he'll give some credibility to her story."
"Do you think she bought that stuff about her father wiping out my
Gianna laughed. "Believe me, she will. Not too bright, these society
girls. You wouldn't believe how hard it's been to think down at their
level these past few months." She walked over to the sack. "Sleep
soundly, darling. We're just going for a little ride." And she
motioned for the hooded man to lead the way toward the shuttles.
They were preparing to leave, Adric realized, despite the orbital
lockdown. For the briefest second, he considered just hitting the
security alarm and letting the authorities deal with these
But then a vision of Elizabeth's smile floated before his eyes, and he
remembered the soft sensation of her kiss. Surely she'd be impressed
and pleased when he came to her rescue. He grinned, contemplating how
she might show her gratitude. Hugging the shadows, Adric slunk after
Gianna and her associate.
The duo and their unconscious victim paused beside a small dart-shaped
flyer. "This do?" the Skull-faced Man asked.
Gianna hunched down to study the ship's access panel. "Child's play."
Shutting her eyes, she pressed her palm flat against the security
scanner and after a long minute, the display chimed softly. A panel
slid aside in the smooth skin of the flyer and a short ramp lowered
to the ground. "Get her on board, then get rid of that carrier," she
instructed, watching as the man hefted the sack onto his
shoulder. "I'll run the pre-flight and we can get out of here."
Adric pressed further back into the darkness as feet pounded once,
then again on the ramp above his head. The man he thought of as 'the
assassin' re-appeared in his line of sight, dragging the floating
luggage carrier clear so it couldn't interfere with the ship anti-
While the man's back was turned, the young Alzarian silently slipped
up the ramp and into the tiny cargo area. Web 'pockets' lined the
walls of the space but there were no storage bins. No lockers.
Nowhere to hide.
His eyes fell on the bundle already strapped into one of the pockets.
"Sorry about this, Elizabeth," Adric whispered, unhooking a corner of
the webbing, then fumbling with the cord that tied the bag's mouth
The assassin paused to take one last look around the cargo space
prior to strapping himself into the co-pilot's chair. The 'princess-
in-a-bag' was still tucked against the wall, but one corner of the
webbing had come loose. He snapped it back in place, noting that
their prisoner didn't move. Good…if she stayed unconscious, maybe
it'd be a quiet flight. Shutting down the lights, he turned to join
Gianna in the cockpit.
And inside the bag, spooned around Elizabeth's body, Adric released
the tense breath he'd been holding.
* * *
The expensive suit coat slid down his arms, and the man carefully
draped the garment over the ornate valet. A moment more, and his
highly polished Gentarian leather boots nestled in the alcove at the
base of the stand.
He stretched, reveling in the faintly painful pull of tightened muscle
tissue. His home was aptly named Paradise, but nothing there could
ever 'feel' quite like the fleshy wrapping he currently wore. Merging
with this being has been beyond anything he had ever experienced -
not the mind-expanding experience of tearing through neither the
Barriers nor the soul chilling, cold, dry 'nothing' of Space. Not
even the spirit-searing sensation of passing through a sun could
approach the intense pleasure of veiling his essence in
something 'physical'. It went well beyond any kind of ecstasy.
Shaking himself out of his reverie, he crossed the plushly attired
room and sank back onto the soft bed to consider his next step. This
planet had been the first that he had visited, long before anyone had
come here to claim and build. And it had been his 'base of operation'
for decades as he had swept through this universe, extending his hand
to many friends - disciples - across so many planets in so many
But sadly, never here. Never on Endora. Despite the many life forms
that came and went through this casino, no one appropriate to his
purposes had ever appeared.
The soul-voice of a suitable Lifegiver had finally called to him as
he had been reaching out friendly hands to a special few on the
planet, Tirossa. These new friends, still uncertain within the
mingling that had taken place, had been too vulnerable to be left to
fend for themselves on their home planet. At the moment, they were
safely resting from the long difficult journey in the suite next to
He rolled gracefully off the bed, his musing at an end. Now was the
time to follow the soul-voice and wake this Lifegiver. The hand of
friendship could finally be extended.
Endora would have to wait no more.
* * *
The Doctor frowned again at the results in the petri dish.
He'd tried culturing some of the ash that had once been junior
security officer Liam Pitney, but there was no trace of life, human
or Krynoid, in the remains. At one point, he'd even considered prying
open the pod in order to take a sample, but had hurriedly dismissed
the idea as far too dangerous.
His hand again absently crept to his neck, rubbing at the bruised
wound. If he could only obtain a few attenuated cells, there might be
a chance at creating some sort of antidote…or anti-biotic…or anti-
parasitic. He glanced up as a shadow fell across his work.
A wiry, brunette man, immaculately dressed in a close-tailored dark
suit, smiled charmingly back at him from the other side of the table.
But he didn't move, or say anything. Even the smile on his face
"Hello," the Doctor said cautiously after a minute.
As if reanimated by that single word, the man suddenly beamed, and
extended his hand. "Call me Kwanalapalendesh", he said by way of
introduction. "I want to be your friend."
To be continued...
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