Doctor Who?

Survival

"Doctor, have a look at this." the Master beckoned the Doctor over to a control panel on the control deck of the ship. "Do you know what this ship was carrying?" The Doctor glanced over the list of cargo, unsurprised by its contents. "Probably just some eccentric home designer." "Or..." "Or it's worthless." The Doctor looked back at his nemesis. "No-one would care if this vessel was destroyed. The ship isn't valuable, and- the engines!" "I see you're beginning to understand, Old Man." "If they were to explode, it'd take out the entire Kasterberous Ring!" He was interrupted by Zly's shouts. "Doctor, it's a trap!" No sooner had the words been spoken then the sound of a Siren filled Delta CC-3X. The doors to the hanger slammed shut. The Master broke the sudden noise "Doctor, what are we going to do?" The pair stared at eachother for an endless gaze, the Doctor's helpless expression painted all over his face. "Doctor?" The Doctor looked back into the Master's expecting eyes, hoping for some glimmer of a plan. "I don't know." The Master took a deep breath and gulped, turning to look out of the window into the hangar.

55 minutes till engine failure.

Outside in the hangar, Zly had a plan. "Okay, so I've taken off the panel guarding the doors, and rewired it to turn off the defense mechanisms, meaning I should be able to do this-" and with that he pushed two wires together. The doors unlocked and slightly parted. He turned to a slightly impressed May, "Now we're getting somewhere!" He flashed a confident glance to May, before reaching forward and, with both hands, forcing the doors open. He kept them open long enough for him to walk through, before they slammed shut behind him, and locked. He cursed and went to unlock it, but a wall monitor caught his eye. It displayed the in-and-out communications of the spaceport. According to the screen, the port was transmitting a signal. Coming from the Yard. He turned to open the hangar doors, only to find a figure standing right behind him, gun raised. "Zly?" it whispered, drawing out his name. "That's my name." "You are an engineer, yes?" He nodded. "Then come with me..." the figure beckoned Zly towards him gun still drawn and pointed at the engineer. The two moved away from the hangar, towards the heart of CC-3X.

May grew wary. She hadn't heard from Zly for several minutes now. Where had he gone? She saw the two Timelords walking over to her from the Yard.

"We need your help."

"My help? What do you need me for?"

"There's a disturbance in time, about to happen, any moment. We need you to help us determine when and where it's going to be."

The look of grave anticipation was pinned with four tacks to the two faces, so May knew this was serious. The Gallifreyans joined hands in a circle, and opened their minds to the swirling mists time vortex.

It is a fact that Timelords and Timeladies have the ability to prophesise, to detect disturbances in time, even before they happen. When there's a disturbance in time, a hole in the fabric that binds reality together, a gap between our world and the non-space, there's a huge dip. Starting out as ripples, but ending as waves. Waves that knock out entire civilisations from existence. The Master, the Doctor and May had felt these waves and now were searching for the epicentre. Little did they know, it had already started down below, in the engine rooms of Delta CC-3X.

"What do you mean you can't fix it?!" Zly's imprisoner hissed at him.

"I can't. This is beyond fixing." The impressive engines smoked and sparked as they hummed loudly in front of the pair. The imprisoner sighed, "Well I suppose it was going to happen anyway..." He turned to a confused Zly. Pointed the gun inches from his forehead. And pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened. The imprisoner swore and fiddled with the controls on his weapons. Zly saw his chance and seized it. He shoulder barged the cloaked figure and ran out. His captor, fallen to the ground tried to get a shot. His gun fired up. A bolt of green flooded the room. Zly gasped. It has just missed him. But it had hit the engines, speeding up their failure...

Warning! Warning! 5 Minutes till total engine failure.

The trio in the hangar looked fearfully up at the noise.

"Five minutes" the Doctor muttered. "We have five minutes."

Zly burst through the doors. "We need to get ou-" but he was interrupted. Flocks of starship crowded outside the Spaceport: Draconian ships, Dalek saucers, Cyber-Ships, Silurian vessels, Judoon fleets, Ice Warrior battleships, Human crafts and almost every other warmongering species in the Universe. They had entered the artificial atmosphere of the Port, and the noise was horrendous.

"What have they all come for?" the Master bellowed above the racket.

"I don't know," Zly replied "but the signal that brought them here was sent from the Yard!"

"They've come for this!" the cloaked figure appeared before them all. Even in the bright lights of the space craft they were shadowed. They pulled from beneath their cloak a box. And what a box. What a destructive, powerful, godlike box it was.

"No." the Doctor whispered, in both awe and terror.

The Master and May looked on, horrified at the object that was in the cloaked figure's possession, frozen to their feet. Zly had no idea of what it was, but judging by the others reactions, it certainly wasn't good. But the Doctor. He was not frozen. He knew what had to be done, what must be done. He ran towards the cloaked man, straight at the box in his hands. But he was too slow. The cloaked figure turned with surprising speed, and fired a single shot at the Doctor. Like a grapple hook it jabbed into his body, but instead of pulling his physical form, it extracted a green energy from his body.

"There Doctor. I have not killed you, no, merely cancelled your ability to regenerate." The Doctor was on the floor, in considerable pain. He looked up, his face spitting out anger, into the face of the mysterious cloaked man. He tried to muster the energy for speech, but was hushed by his captor. "Oh shshshush. Don't worry, Doctor," he spat out the name, "you can regain your regenerative powers. Your TARDIS will reactivate them when you get back to it. But, oh look, it's not here." he rasped. The Doctor screwed his face into pure disgust and managed to throw out three words, "Who, are, you?" But the man just smiled sickly, and turned to face the mass of spaceships. He addressed them all.

"Thank you for coming. I have here what you seek. Soon, one of you will be the most powerful being in all of time and space! But which of you will dare try to get it first? Hm? I will give this to the bravest of you." Not one ship moved. "Come on! Or are you all scared..." At this point two things happened. The First: the Doctor leaped onto the auctioneer. The Second: The engines of Delta CC-3X exploded. At first, it may not have noticeable. A slight tremor beneath the feet, before the time phasers froze the engines in a stasis. But this caused a ripple. In time. It swept out, unseen, until it reached the Yard. The Yards engines were powerful. Very powerful. They were also big. Very big. And all four of them were powerful and big enough to tear a gash into time itself. And so they did. They ripped through the material that makes up time and space, altering the fabric of the space sport to change slightly, reversing the phasers, and letting the engines have their tantrum. This caused the wave. Within a millisecond, the Kasterberous Ring shook, like an earthquake on a cosmic level had shot through them. Thankfully for the residents of the Ring, the gash caused by the Yard was big enough to engulf the actual explosion, dragging in the ships that had been orbiting it into the time vortex where they were pounded by a time storm so great, it is doubtful whether anything could survive it. And so, the eye of Kasterberous, as it would be named, stood silent, and still.