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Posted here are both the last excerpt of the Doctor Who story and a new one.

 

Doctor Who!? Escape: Eight
One 8.1[9]

 

TiSuzane let it be clear that the settlement would allow all to settle there, even those who had been rejected openly before but secretly supported by a few locals in hidden places. The Doctor was very angry at the way that the victims, of the infestation, had been treated. He stormed up to the leadership and soon had them quaking in their boots.

 

After calming down he began to quietly discuss new plans for the settlement. He also learned much more about what was going on than his granddaughter had but only because of his far greater age and experience in such things.

 

The Doctor refused to give the locals access, or knowledge, of the elite Timelord technologies to the locals. It was forbidden, it was unwise and it was also pointless for the locals would not begin to understand it. The fear was that others would gain access to such stuff through the locals.

 

After helping to change some nappies, of babies who went wild with glee at his being there, he walked around with some children and dogs following him. The Timelord made them welcome, giving them nutritional jelly-babies that even the dogs could eat safely, despite they being carnivores.

 

TiSuzane, herself, led the groups of so called 'twisted' into the settlement proper and then helped find them somewhere to live. She was surprised how little the victims had to be 'marked' or 'malformed' for them to have been rejected by the majority of locals while a fair sized minority secretly tried to help them survive. Then she considered the great horrors that all of them had experienced and how much they feared the infested, even if unfairly in some cases; it made too much sense.

 

 

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Doctor Who!? Escape: Nine
One 9.1[10]

 

The 13 daleks glided quietly along a great enclosed corridor that had once thrived with human, and other, life. Their 'pepper pot' shapes moved just above the ground, a form of hover travel using clever forms of antigravity technologies. The scanners reached out actively but the sensors worked more passively. The main guns, the visible weapons, swivelled around at times while the special vision eye-stalks also swept back and forth, sometimes tilting upwards. The strange sucker like device ended probe rods kept pointed forward. Manipulator arms were hidden away as were other devices.

 

One dalek was golden, three were silvery and another nine were coppery in metallic colours.

 

With the dreaded, dangerous, daleks were big, dumb, primitive ogrons in strange leathery body-armour and sporting both big raygun pistols and rifles. The ogrons moved with great care, heads constantly turning and eyes darting back and forth, as if seeking signs of danger.

 

Distorted creatures moved along, once humans of that world, being heavily controlled brutally by harsh dalek cybernetic technologies. The twisted things groaned softly at times or growled softly at the daleks that they hated very much.

 

They came upon the remains of another dalek patrol being 13 smashed and burned out daleks with the splashed green left overs of dalek creatures. Ogrons corpses were scattered around as were twisted cyborgs. The attackers had also suffered but all that remained were such as drying blood, blast damage and burn marks. The dead ogrons had been looted, as had some of the smashed dalek machines.

 

The dalek newcomers began to investigate the scene more closely.

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I enjoyed quickly viewing the ongoing sagas you provide. Unlike my synopsis of fading magic turned into technical you don't have commercial breaks in your short stories. I put the maddening, mad hatter without work in his hat shop, commercial interrupt in my last sliced and patched reasoning about several simple coincidences. Girls, princesses, magical maintenance of beauty and youth and then the commercial.

 

This is the switch to commercial word, "Now". It was a switch for the synaptic realization. If you don't watch television it wouldn't work on you. It's sort of a subliminal meager turn off of the storyline which might incite a sense of loathing for being interrupted.

 

Where your stories begin, get a healthy mix of personality, items, and the place of action without so much as a call for help, like, "Would someone bring me a glass of water so I don't have to stop typing?" Commercials are moments we either get up to go and get some snack before the show returns or we just mute the volume.

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Pagafyr, thanks for the great feedback. My writing seems to flow natural now but it has been a long slog of over 30 years of practise to get this far, to start to get the balances right. Before I write anything using paper, or computer, in my mind I write it and rewrite it many times.

 

Graham!

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Doctor Who!? Escape: Ten
One 10.1[11]

 

When the soldiers came to the settlement, with a variety of technologies, they brought with them proof that daleks were in the city. The soldiers were in power armour, were equipped with weaponry of local and dalek kinds, many taken from dead ogrons. Yet as the Doctor and TiSuzane were to learn, the daleks were not the only threat out there in the depths of the great city.

 

The Doctor fronted the leader of the local soldiers, a tough woman in adjusted power armour who carried a big dalek gun with the help of a special harness.

 

Kellite spoke with obvious mixed emotions including fear and pride. "We have destroyed five dalek patrols in this area but more have been wiped out by an unknown force of what seems to be made up of some kind of super distorted things. Two of our own patrols have been wiped out by the same and two survivors reported things that might once have been domesticated animals or zoo creatures. There was a large zoological gardens in this area."

 

The Doctor nodded. "There was also a very large, important, research development prototype manufacturing site in this area. Do you know of something called quasicreation? I found some light references to it by hacking functional computer network-systems since we arrived here."

 

Kellite shrugged. "It was an experimental way of creating items out of electricity and something called quasimatter along with something that was known as nulltrizeta. I only know about the last stuff because I was one of those who were part of the very heavy security around the site. It was an amazingly heavy security and secrecy linked to that place. Why are you interested?"

 

The Doctor gave a mild grin. "Just a hunch, that I have, on the source of the infestation. Could you take me there?"

 

Kellite nodded. "It is deep inside a Red Zone but I suspect you will provide us with much needed information. I will guide you there!"

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Doctor Who!? Escape: Eleven
One 11.1[12]

 

TiSuzane stayed with the TARDIS, with the settlement, doing more work based in both. The Doctor went with Kellite, her soldiers, and five Timelordic androids, the later hauling big backpacks of equipment and supplies. In truth the backpacks, like the one that the Doctor himself wore, were far more than the basic devices that they seemed to be. Why? Because the Doctor had begun to suspect that something was odd about Kellite, and her band of soldiers, as soon as they had met. He did not want her to suspect that he suspected anything of her and her comrades. Yet he 'sensed' no direct threat about them.

 

They went through the huge city, often through layers of great interlinked structures but sometimes across great enclosed flying-buttress style bridges. There were great garden areas gone to semiwilderness but with robots still struggling to keep some order with them. Many autorobotic network-systems were still functioning.

 

Once they looked down, from a bridge, at a battle taking place between swarms of security robots, launched and guided by computer network-systems, and dalek forces. As the Doctor observed the dalek forces being driven back, while heavily damaging their enemies, he wondered why the dreaded creatures were there. There was evidence that the Timemasters could be of influence there thanks to the nature of the infestation as created by Timelord technologies of a kind favoured by the Timemasters. Yet others, of the Timelords, favoured such including the monstrous rogue Timelord named the Rani.

 

As they moved on, after the battle ended, the Doctor at last confronted Kellite to who, what, she really was.

 

Kellite shrugged. "We are cloned supersoldier cyborgs created at the complex that I am taking you to. Our power armour is not power armour but is part of us, at least most of it is with some attachments to make it look like standard power armour. We were serving to guard the complex, as elite security units, when the infestation broke out inside the complex. We do not think that it was an accident but deliberate sabotage. We retreated away from the complex when daleks appeared there but also others that fought them, that slowed time somehow and had other tricks. They called themselves Timemasters and they were after somebody called the 'Rani'. Strange thing was that there were dalek like creatures that served the Timemasters being called zaleks."

 

The Doctor was not pleased by what he was being told and it got worse as he learned of ogrons and cyborg distorted creatures. Once the daleks had been puppets of the Timemasters and he wondered what had happened for them to become free of that control. None of what he learned boded well for that poor world and its people.

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When I jump into the water,

at least sometimes I get wet!

 

When there is nobody with me,

I get a strong impression

that I am alone!

 

Somebody who is taller than me,

is not as short as I am!

 

Gold ingots are not apples,

so do not try to make apple cider from them!

 

One can not swim underground

as one can swim underwater!

 

The world is a weird and wonderful existence!

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Future Sequence of Story and 'Other' Posts

The Curse of Quamaire

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DC Torchwood

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Not This Earth

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Doctor Who

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Restart From the Top!

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This post contains both a repeated episode and a newly done one.

 

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 48.1[48]{48}

 

In an incredibly ancient chamber lit by strange glimmering light, that seemed to come from the very air itself and glistening crystal-flesh orbs that grew out of rock walls, it stood there unmoving. He was tall, horrific, glistening crystal-flesh and endlessly rotting and regenerating in an unnatural fashion; it was happening quickly despite the general stillness of the great giant figure.

 

That is the real Great Enemy in its primary aspect!

 

It could not leave the chamber for it was a prison. The crystal-flesh orbs kept it existing but failed to give it enough energies to escape. It was no accidental condition but one planned well by ancient enemies of the Great Enemy who had come to hate it; they had betrayed it after it had betrayed them and destroyed their home world on a whim; it was a whim that it had paid dearly for.

 

The Great Enemy only considered important what was done to it and not what it did to others so it hated its ancient enemies.

 

It desired great, and terrible revenge, was driven by hate for those it wanted to do terrible things to.

 

But it was trapped! Or was it?

 

The Curse of Quamaire
One 49.1[49]{49}

 

Daedra came to the Quamaire Isles, pouring out of one big and three medium sized Oblivion Gates like burning rings of fire leading from hell. Arrogant dremora came in their armour and with their weapons along with hairy fireball hurling scamp, dinosaur like clannfears, twisted daedra elemental creatures and others including the vaguely dragon like daegrons.

 

Appearing in a great series of grand caverns, the dremora led daedric invasion force was soon joined by rarer daedric kinds never seen on Nirn before. Hulking humanoid golmora carried huge backpacks of extra equipment but mostly extra supplies while other golmora pulled great war-machines, all golmora also have big weapons. Basically armoured-armed scards were like taller scamps that did not hurl fireballs.

 

Then there were the daedric hybrids, the goblin like daeblins who marched in great numbers with their armour and weapons, a few being battle-shamans or shamans. Stranger still were the daedra-human hybrids, the daemans, also in large numbers though not as many as the daeblins. They were warriors, battlemages and mages but mostly warriors along with some other specialities.

 

The dremora scorned all but themselves and the others hated the dremora but this was normal. The dremora especially hated the hybrids but they were kept apart from them by dremora-human hybrids of great power, the dremomans. The dremomans were fewer in number than the dremora but more dangerous than they or any other caste, of creatures, in the army.

 

The army marched onward to a special destination marked on their maps.

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 50.1[50]{50}

 

The friendly undead, of the Network-Towers, had gained greater power but had also shifted further to the edges of undeath and closer to the status of life-unlife. They were googlegangers, nombies, skelets and nemphires being counterparts to doppelgangers, zombies, skeltors and vampires. They were also deadlier with new skills and experience though not all fought. There were those who continued to be cared for but even they were healthier, stronger.

 

Hobgoblins, goblins, damphirs, gnomes, other humans, albino aemans, beastfolk of varied kinds and others had come with the expedition from the surface as had Aratoron humans and some of the very ancient Quatirans, others of them having joined the very large column.

 

Other humans turned out to be ancient tribal peoples adjusted to existence in conditions of glowcrystal and suncrystal with one exception; those were the mysterious Terrans who had odd technologies such as musket rifles, small cannons, binoculars, well made compasses and others that were, they said, mere shadows of the technologies of their ancient home world, Terra, from which their ancestors had been abducted from by even more mysterious entities. They spoke in awe of flying machines, thinking machines and amusing boxes that showed entertainments of sight and sound along with much else of 'scientific amazement'.

 

The Quatirans spoke to the leaders of the Terrans, revealing that they had also once had such scientific technologies but had 'given them up for better alternatives'. The Terrans were not impressed, or convinced, with such ideas. When they described the entities that had brought them to Nirn, the Quatirans were deeply concerned.

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The Curse of Quamaire
One 51.1[51]{51}

 

It was SazaTentacular, the great undead devouring creature dwelling close to the Network-Towers, who gave warning that another great monster was coming their way. It also was once an ancient tentacular but SazaTentacular could not quite tell what it was except that it was neither alive or undead. With it came a great swarm of lesser tentaculars that had also been transformed in the same way as the one that they served. The puzzle was that there was no sense of threat about the newcomers.

 

It was to be hoped that the newcomers brought assistance and not more threats.

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