In an alternate universe where the enigmatic Time Lord known as The Doctor remains in his first incarnation at the ripe age of 950, his legend spans across galaxies. Known as a hero on countless worlds, and highly respected by the Time Lords themsel...
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Amid the vast, silent expanse of the universe, the TARDIS, an anomaly of time and space, hummed with life. Within its walls, The Doctor and Trinity were slowly finding their rhythm as companions when a distress signal, sharp and urgent, shattered the tranquility of their voyage.
"Judoons?" Trinity questioned, eyebrows raised as she examined the console where the signal's origin displayed.
"Yes," The Doctor replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "Notorious across the cosmos for their ruthlessness as bounty hunters. And yet, they've been allies in past times. For them to send out a distress signal... it's gravely serious."
Heeding the call, the TARDIS materialized on the Judoons' home planet, a world of stark landscapes and formidable architecture, reflective of its inhabitants' nature. But what greeted them was not the ordered might of the Judoon society but a haunting silence punctuated by the echoes of destruction.
Desolation
Stepping out into the harsh light of the Judoon world, The Doctor and Trinity were met with a scene of chaos. Buildings lay in ruins, smoke veiling the sky, the aftermath of a battle that spoke of incredible violence. The ground was littered with the bodies of Judoon soldiers, a testament to the scale of the attack.
"We're too late," Trinity murmured, the devastation around them painting a grim picture.
The Doctor's eyes were dark with thought as he surveyed the wreckage. "Something catastrophic happened here. Let's find out what."
Their journey through the desolate streets was a silent one, the weight of the catastrophe pressing down on them. The Doctor's mind raced, piecing together clues from the devastation, while Trinity's keen observation picked up traces of an unusual energy signature, alien even to this alien world.
A Sole Survivor
Amidst the ruins of what once might have been a command center, they found a survivor—a Judoon commander, gravely injured but clinging to life. The Doctor was immediately at his side, offering aid with the calm efficiency of someone who had faced countless battles and saved countless lives.
"Can you tell us who did this?" The Doctor asked, his voice steady, offering a semblance of hope in the bleakness.
The Judoon's response was weak, his words labored. "Unknown... attackers. Advanced technology... overwhelmed us."
The lack of a clear enemy puzzled The Doctor. His mind raced through potential adversaries capable of such destruction, yet without more information, the puzzle remained incomplete.
Trinity looked on, a mix of sympathy and determination in her eyes. "We need to find out who's behind this. Not just for the Judoon, but to prevent this from happening again."
The Doctor nodded, his expression grim. "We'll start with the energy signature you've found. It's our best clue."
