Doctor Who?

Too Late

The Space Cruiser was docked in a big Space Station, that formed a circular, ring like shape. A large ring on the outside, for parking Ships and rockets, and a smaller ring on the inside, which housed the InterGalactic Senate. In there, thousands upon thousands of representatives debated, quarrelled and even (on some very rare occasions) agreed on some matters, regarding their people and their neighbours. However, in the middle of the rings, a spherical building was restricted to only ten people. These were the creatures thought fit to govern the entire InterGalactic Government. They were whom the terrorists had wanted to speak to, before the Judoon marched on board. However, they weren't the only intruders to the ship...

Behind the Judoon Captain, a woman stood in the doorway. She wore a tightfitting coat and had dirty blonde hair.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The Judoon Captain, stunned, turned to the other thugs
"I thought you had blocked off the Cruiser?"

"Yes, Captain, but-"

"But what?"

"But they discovered what I had in my possession. You have heard of the Great Time War; I assume?" The woman interjected.
The Captain curled his lip in anger at being spoken down to.

"I have." He spoke through gritted teeth. "What relevance does this have?"

"You do know, of course, of the weapon that was said to have ended the War?"

"Yes, get to the point."

"Well then," she paused, to haul a sack over her shoulder and onto the floor in front of her, "you'll know what this is then."

Alarm bells rang inside the Judoon's mind- he knew what was in that sack.

"It- it can't be!"

But it was; out from the sack slipped a box that had last been seen across the Universe- in the Kasterberous Ring to be precise.

The Judoon Captain surrendered, he had no choice. That weapon was far too powerful to mess with its possessor. The Moment was known far and wide for being a galaxy eater, although always talked in hushed voices, a dark secret they all shared.

The Judoon were all lined up against the wall of the ship. There was little conception of honour in their culture, but did not object much to their defeat. The woman wondered if they would interject once they were dispersed. She didn't have much time to ponder on this however, their screams granting her too clear clarification. However, her blaster was losing power. Each disintegration was taking longer, starting from wherever the Judoon had been shot and then spreading a green glow across the rest of their bodies. It was slow, painful. The travellers that had survived watched in distorted horror, no longer willing to any sound out of their bodies.

The Captain was last in the line to be killed. He saw how the lives of his troop had vanished and then thought to why they'd come here. His thoughts stretched further than most of his kind, and he realised this. He knew how sad it was that he was going to be lost forever, free from pain, but free also from life. There was one other thing he knew.

"The Senate. I know who controls it."

The Woman paused her executions, suddenly curious at this.

"Go on?"

"Defeating them would be your crowning victory."

"I am no force for liberation. Who are they?" She pressed.

The Judoon finally saw he had an upper hand, and so twisted each word methodically and carefully before he spoke.

"The Terrorists knew, these people know," he gestured a hand at the huddled travellers, "though they do not know, that they know." He smiled finally, while the Woman, now enraged at his cheek, raised her blaster and shot him square in the forehead. She forced her upper lip to raise into a smirk, though she was still curious about the Senate.

After dispatching the rest of the Judoon, quicker this time, she turned to the travellers.

"What did the terrorists say then?" She stressed the word terrorist, and rolled her head back as she said it. As she did so her appearance jarred over the sound of static and she flickered between herself and the shape of a dark cloak. When it did the travellers all jumped back in fright, however only out of instinct, trauma having purged the rest of their humanity out of their bodies.

"Well? What did they say?!"

"Mutants." Was all that one passenger could muster.

She had only made it halfway to the ships exits, when the ship suddenly shuddered, rocked from side to side slightly, before stabilising.

"What the hell was tha-" But she could not finish her sentence as all her atoms were disconnected and then thrown through space, as were the ships atoms and all those on it.

The pilot had activated the emergency temporal shift. He was wary of the technology, it was very fierce, unpredictable. Despite this he had managed to hack into the software, and force the shift to take the ship to the origin of the device.

Once the ship had landed the Woman's disguise faltered, and faded away to show her- no, his- true form. The cloaked figure picked up the sack and headed to the main exit. The pilot stepped in front of the door, blocking their way out. The cloaked figure stopped and studied who was in front of them.

"So Doctor, you survived too..." 

"How... Where are we?" The Doctor was out of breath, shattered as though returning from a sports match. "One minute I'm falling forever, and about to accept the end, the next I was there, on the bridge of this ship. The Doctor suddenly realised he was covered in gore, thick stodgy patches of green, the smell of decay and death hitting his nose. "I think... I think I materialised inside someone."

The cloaked figure elaborated, "Apparently a terrorist sect had hijacked this vessel, and used some kind of miniature time engine to force the ship into the time vortex, only to materialise around us. But you flew us here, surely you should know where we are?"

"Emergency temporal shift. I could only get it to home in on where the technology came from. I don't know where that is."

The Cloaked figure then realised.

"Yes, it all makes sense now..." He looked at the Doctor. "Doctor, we're on the Mutant Planet."

"The Mutant Planet?" The Doctor was still worn and unsteady on his feet.

"Oh yes Doctor." Said the cloaked figure, pressing a button, removing the opaque shields from the windows. An acidic landscape revealed itself, the rust coloured nuclear fallout that was Skaro. The Planet of the Daleks.