Science Fiction by Ren

Here it is, Cyber will no doubt move it.

*As indeed I have, it deserves to be in its own topic*

Just like to say, all Dr Who characters/aliens are (C) The BBC.
Cyber, Matt and Ren are copyright themselves.

Here goes...



Trouble in Cardiff.





Cyber parked the car at Central station, and made her way to
the platform, where Cinder’s train was just pulling in. They greeted each other
with a hug, the way friends do.





‘Have you
heard any word?’ Cyber asked.





‘The
electricity went off again last night, and when it came back on, there was
static on the telly,’ Cinder told her.





‘That’s not
static,’ Cyber said, ‘I asked Ren, and he said its most likely close channel
interference, something about an analogue channel close to a digital one.’





‘So you
drove all the way down here? Cinder wondered.





‘There has
to be an explanation,’ Cyber snapped.





‘Sorry,’
Cinder said, ‘lets eat: McDonalds?’





The branch
of McDonalds in Cardiff centre appeared to have been restaffed by Oud.





One of the
Oud held up his glowing Orb as the friends gave their order. Above their heads
the ceiling lights dimmed, there was a buzzing sound and then they were alright
again. Behind the counter, one of the Oud set the griddle on fire.





‘Have we
walked into a set?’ Cinder asked.





‘I don’t
think so,’ said Cyber, I have a feeling this is real, we need to go to the
National Assembly building.’





‘There’s
nothing there, we looked once before,’ Cinder reminded her.





They
turned, a woman customer was making a scene, they recognised her from her
auburn hair, and the way she kept saying, ‘What?’





‘Donna,’
they cried, in unison, ‘Donna Noble.’





‘That’s my
name,’ Donna said, ‘don’t wear it out.’





‘But if
you’re here, then he cant be far away,’ Cyber said.





Donna quickly
took them to one side, they huddled together in a booth, ‘At last someone who
understands, he sent me on ahead, we were in the Lapsicon quadrant, he sent me
through the void,’ she said, ‘do you know how these Oud communicate?’





‘Yes,’ said
Cyber, ‘by telepathy.’





‘ The Oud
are peaceful, but if you transmit on their frequency you can make them turn,’
Donna said.





‘Ren detected some strange
signals last night,’ Cyber said.





‘And there
were disturbances in the power again,’ Cinder revealed.





‘It takes a
lot of power to transmit for more than a few minutes,’ Donna said, ‘the Oud
aren’t the problem, we have to find out who’s controlling the transmission.’





‘Ren
tracked it with his beam, the signal definitely came from the Cardiff Bay
area,’ Cyber said.





‘So
whatever we’re fighting, is already here,’ Donna noted, ‘I wish he’d hurry up
and get here, he had an appointment with the High Council of Splartigon Five.’





‘Is that
real?’ Cinder asked, ‘Splartigon Five.’





‘What, oh
yeah, he said the women there can take the shape of any carbon based life form,
not the men, just the women,’ Donna explained.





‘So these
Oud all around us could be…’ Cyber wondered.





‘Bloody
hell, yes, let’s get out of here,’ Donna said.





As they sat
in Cyber’s car, in the station car park, they pondered as to where they should
go next. They decided to go to the National Assembly, which was just as well,
because as they turned into the car park a familiar blue 1950’s Police Box
materialised in front of them. They got out of the car. The door of the Tardis
opened, The Doctor stepped out, he seemed tired, his clothes dishevelled, his
shirt and the lapels of his brown suit torn.





‘What
happened, what happened to you? Donna yelled.





‘No time to
explain, the high council on Splartigon Five are preparing a death force,
forcing Ood to be killers by means of a radio transmission that interferes with
their telepathic brain waves.’ The Doctor said.





‘But why?’
Donna asked.





Strange
vessels have been sighted orbiting Splartigon Five, invisible to the naked eye
but they show up on scanners, The Doctor explained.





‘But what
has that got to do with Earth?’ Cinder asked.





‘Years ago,
the Time Lord Elders decreed that no war could take place on or near Splartigon
because its close to an instability in the space-time continuum, and that no
Splartigon could be trained for or take part in a war,’ The Doctor said.





‘So they
train the Ood to do it for them?’ Cyber supposed.





‘Not train,
brainwash. They plan to launch a ship at the Earth, a ship crewed by Ood, to
lure the aggressors away, as the last of the Time Lords, I had to go there and
try to stop them, as you can see, I was not met with much hospitality.’ The
Doctor told them.





‘But where
did the ship come from, the one that’s threatening Splartigon?’ Donna asked.





‘Who
knows,’ The Doctor said.





‘What about
the scanners on the Tardis, what did they say about the ships occupants?’ Cyber
asked.





‘Metallic
life forms, each with a biological component.’ The Doctor said casually.





Cyber took Cinder
on one side, ‘Name two of the Doctor’s adversaries that are Metallic with a
biological component.’ She said.





Cinder
didn’t need to think: he knew which two she meant.





‘I think
we’ll find more answers over there,’ The Doctor pointed.





‘That’s the
pub,’ Donna said.





‘I’m up for
it,’ Cinder said.





They
entered the bar and there in the corner was a face Cyber knew, the radio on a
shoulder strap and a laptop open on the table next to pint of Bread of
Heaven: it was Ren. He was eating a pie.





She walked
over,’ Ren,’ she said, ‘are you spying on me.’





‘Not at
all, after you left I picked up a video transmission, I recorded it on the
lap-top, so I caught the next train.’ Ren told her. He nodded to Cinder,
‘S’mye,’ he said, ‘Pint?’





‘Make that
two pints,’ the Doctor said, ‘ now let’s see that recording.’





Ren turned
the Laptop toward the time traveller, selected the file and pressed play. ‘Its very poor quality, there’s a repetitive
tone being transmitted on the adjacent frequency, its not audio, if it was it
would drive you mad,’ he explained.





‘It would
if you were an Ood,’ Cyber said.





‘Have you
seen any Ood? The Doctor asked.





‘There’s
hundreds of them: in McDonald’s,’ Cinder told him.


‘McDonald’s,’ Ren said, ‘I bet
they have the radio on in there: all the time.’





‘A constant
stream of subliminal messages to the Ood’s psyche,’ Donna observed.





‘Keeping
them placid until the attackers arrive,’ The Doctor supposed.





Cyber
looked at Ren’s laptop, the picture was grainy, but Ren had sampled it at a
high rate of quantization, she could make out the speaker. Beads of
perspiration ran down her spine. ‘Ood will be no use against them,’ she said.







Ren.

P.s.
Who will write the next installment?

She turned back towards Ren and the others, to find Ren fretfully prodding at his laptop keyboard. Peering at the screen, she could see the familiar yellow speech bubble: wireless network detected. She looked quizzically at Cinder, who mouthed, "No Wi-Fi in here."

Cinder, too, was clearly having problems with his mobile phone.

At the further end of the pub a taxi driver was removing his earpiece and fiddling with it, shaking the earbud before trying to clip it back into place around his ear.

"It's knackered," he exclaimed, "how do I get my fares now?"

The Doctor held out his hand for Cinder's mobile. He turned it over and over in his hands, stopping occasionally to press a key. Thoughtfully he reached into his pocket for the sonic screwdriver.

"Bluetooth," Cyber said flatly, "the quickest way for phones and laptops to connect. And to go wrong, it seems. Amazing how technology can break en masse."

En masse. The Doctor tapped his teeth with the screwdriver, deep in thought.

Suppose it was them again, he wondered, how did they brainwash all those humans the last time?

Trouble in Cardiff 3.





Meanwhile across the city a couple sat in the bedroom of a
run-down B and B, she was blonde, pretty, with a mouth full of recently crowned
teeth. He was about the same age and of mixed race. Leaning against the
battered wardrobe were two weapons: resembling machine guns, but actually from
the 25^th century. They had come from a parallel universe to join the
fight. They had parked their ancient Sherpa van round the back of the B and B.





Back in the
pub, Ren was tuning the amateur radio, it was tuned to the seventy centimetre
band, a band used by amateurs for both Audio and TV transmissions, but today,
the entire band was filled with a crackling tone, like white noise that had
been amplified. At the same time the Ood in the city centre had collected
together in a large park and were watching the skies. The day had been clear
and yet now there was a shadowy darkness over the Welsh capital, as if
something was blocking out the sun, and that something was getting nearer.





UNIT had
set up camp at the millennium stadium, under the command of Major Des Astor.
Martha Jones was in charge of IT. But it was not Martha Jones, the woman looked
like Martha, she talked like Martha, but she would go off alone for periods,
sitting in out of the way places, listening to headphones.





Rose and
Mickey got into the van, and drove to the park.





At UNIT
command, ‘Martha’ said, ‘All clear Major, nothing sighted.’





‘Very
well,’ said the Major, ‘remember we have orders to capture what ever it is,
undamaged, for Torchwood.’





Cyber took
a trip to the ladies room; it was outside the pub at the back, she noted that
the sky was black and returned to the bar to tell the others.





The Doctor
pointed the sonic screwdriver at Ren’s radio, immediately it burst into life, a
transmission, from the Cybermen, warning the citizens of Earth.





Meanwhile
another craft was circling Cardiff: smaller with seemingly only three
occupants.





The captain
of the smaller vessel spoke, ‘We cannot allow the Cybermen to destroy the
Earth, ever since the destruction of Skaro we have looked to the Earth to one
day provide us with a new home planet.’






Seth spoke
next, ‘The Ood are unarmed, they are no match for the Cybermen, we must capture
the Earth for Davros.’





‘We need to
return to the Tardis,’ The Doctor said.





‘What about
us?’ Cinder asked.





‘Why not,’
The Doctor said, ‘The more the merrier, there’s plenty of room.’


On
Splartigon Five, the High Council were pleased with each other, they had
obtained the design for Cybermen, upgrading many of the lower echelon of
Splartigon society and built the ship which had taken them to Earth. The
Splartigons have no concept of scale, which was why the ship was large enough
to blot out the Welsh sunlight.



Ren.



Matt. Can you throw some ideas in?

Ha ha, I thought Dalek Sec was Dalek Seth! LOL.

Does anyone want any more?

Ren

Well, heres some more anyhoo...



Fanfic by Ren.





Trouble in Cardiff:
Omnibus.





Rose looked at all the Ood, congregating in the park, “They
are going to die,” she said.


Mickey, looked up to the darkened sky, “It wont be long,” he
agreed.


Just then, the Tardis materialised in a corner of the park.
The doors opened, The Doctor and Donna stepped out, followed by Cyber and
Cinder. The Doctor looked up to the sky. “There’s something big, up there, the
Splartigons have no form, they take on Human form when dealing with us, in fact
they take on the form of what ever life form they are dealing with, so they
have no concept of size or scale, to them there’s no difference in size between
a matchstick and a bus.”


Ren came to the door of the Tardis, “Doctor,” he began, “the
scanners detect two ships!”


The Doctor rushed back inside the ship, he ran to the
scanners, the second ship was smaller, and he knew the life forms on board:
Daleks!


“What are they doing here?” He asked.


Rose and Mickey strode up to the Tardis, “We knew you
wouldn’t be far away,’ Rose told them.


“We’ve got Daleks and Cybermen in vessels circling this park
right at this moment,” The Doctor revealed.


Ren came to the door of the Tardis again, “Doctor,” he said,
“there’s a creature on the scanner, it asked for you.’


The Doctor looked at the screen.


“We knew it was you Doctor, we detected your double
heartbeat, We Daleks will one day defeat the Cybermen and take over the Earth,”
The Dalek said.


“We aren’t worried about Daleks,” Mickey told them, “We have
these.”


“You’re not supposed to have them,” The Doctor said, “they
look like Silurian Atomiser weapons from the twenty fifth century.”


“That’s what they are,” Mickey told him.


Dalek Sec turned to his crew, “Remember, we must capture the
woman Rose Tyler alive, she must be unharmed, she has been through the void,
she can open the medi-casket we rescued from Skaro just before it was
destroyed.”


Dalek Caan agreed, “She will be unharmed, the others will be
exterminated.”





Inside the Tardis, the Doctor eyed the scanners, “That
second ship, the smaller one, there’s something not quite right about it,
according to the computer it can’t exist,’ he said.





‘And yet it
does,’ Cinder observed.





A creature
appeared on the screen, ‘ I am Dalek Caan,’ it began.





‘Oh no,’
replied the Doctor, ‘no, no, no, no, no, you cant be, you went through the
temporal shift, you went mad as a result.’





‘Check your
scanners, Doc-tor,’ Caan replied, ‘what is today’s date?’





Cyber
quickly accessed the date on Ren’s laptop, ‘It says April 1^st 1929.’





‘Before the
Daleks materialised in Manhattan,’ The Doctor noted, ‘before Davros’ craft
crashed into the Gate of Elyisium, this means the Daleks are trying to mess
with a basic rule of time travel, if I’m not wrong Davros is on board that
craft.’





‘They can’t
alter past events,’ Cyber said.





‘No,’ said
The Doctor, ‘but they can try.’





Meanwhile,
Rose and Mickey were out in the park, the Ood stood in a huge circle around the
park’s perimeter, each Ood had a headache the size of a whale, as the
brain-wave transmissions continued.





‘The Doctor
told me once that the Splartigons are the greatest thieves of in all of Space
and Time, they nick technology from other civilisations and copy it,’ Rose
said.





‘Couldn’t
that be awkward, since they have no concept of Mass or size?’ Mickey wondered.





At UNIT
command, ‘Martha’ was still reporting nothing on the scanners.





The Doctor
addressed Dalek Caan on the scanner, ‘Why are you transmitting brainwave
patterns to the Ood, the Ood are harmless.’





‘Ood are of
no interest to the Daleks,’ Caan told him and broke off communications. He
turned to his crew and gave an order.





Minutes
later the Dalek craft landed in a between the wars terraced district of Splot,
they killed several men: boys and girls they allowed to run away. The Daleks
rounded up about twenty women and took them aboard their craft.





‘The Dalek
craft has landed in Splot,’ The Doctor observed, ‘Cinder, fetch Rose and
Mickey, we must take off.’ No one noticed that Donna was not on board.





Donna
walked around the park, stopping at each Ood in turn, but the Ood were
oblivious to her presence. Meanwhile the Doctor and the others had landed in
Splot. They opened the doors of the Tardis, they were at one end of the street,
the Dalek craft at the other. With the Doctor, Rose and Mickey at their head
they moved forward toward the Dalek craft, the Daleks were inside and the door
was closed but the ramp was down. The Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver and
pointed it at the door. The door opened.





‘Caught,’ Mickey said, ‘like rats
in a trap.’





The Doctor and his companions
found themselves on the lower deck of the Dalek ship, they climbed several
stairways walked several gantries and found themselves at a sealed doorway. The
Doctor was just about to raise his sonic screwdriver when the door opened. They
were faced with two Daleks: Dalek Sec and Dalek Caan. Rose and Mickey raised
their weapons.





‘Wait,’ The
Doctor told them.





‘You know
who I am, why haven’t you attacked?’ The Doctor asked.





Meanwhile
Cyber and Cinder had crept around the perimeter of the room and come to the
door of the room where the captured women were being held.





‘Doc-tor,
you will not destroy this ship, Caan told him.





‘I rather
think that’s up to us,’ The Doctor replied, ‘what’s so special about this
ship.’





A voice
behind him, made the Doctor turn, ‘This ship is the future of Dalek-kind’, it
said.





‘Davros,’
the Doctor said, ‘are you indestructible?’





‘Ah,
Doctor, I could ask you the same question,’ Davros replied.





‘The centre
cabin of this ship is a separate craft, with enough power to launch it and
every creature on it into space,’ Caan revealed.





‘But why?’
Asked Rose, ‘why go to so much trouble.’





‘It might
be something to do with this,’ Cyber said, ‘and the twenty women locked in this
room.’





‘The Doctor
examined the medi-casket, he took out his sonic screwdriver and aimed it at the
box, then he took out his 3-d glasses: ‘Embryos!’ He announced, ‘Dalek
embryos!’





‘Yes
Doctor,’ Davros said, ‘rescued from the ruins of Skaro, the woman, Rose, will
open the casket.’





‘Oh, no,’
Rose told him, ‘never.’





‘Exterminate,’
Caan said.





‘No,’
Davros ordered.





Donna
continued to walk around the park: the Ood ignored her and continued to look to
the skies.





‘I’ll make
a deal with you, Davros,’ The Doctor said, ‘release the women and we let you
take off from here with the medi-casket unopened and unharmed.’





‘And, the
alternative?’ Davros asked.





‘We blast
the medi-casket to oblivion,’ The Doctor said, ‘hurry up, I have some Cybermen
to fight.’





Davros
laughed, ‘Cybermen created on Splartigon Five,’ he cackled, ‘good luck Doctor,
I agree to your request, release the prisoners.’





At the UNIT
camp in the stadium, ‘Martha’ again reported that the skies were clear, but
this time Major Des was at her side, he glanced at her screen, ‘Then what is
that?’ he asked, and gave the order, ‘scramble.’










Enjoy, Ren

"What's so special about Splartigon's Cybermen?" wondered Cyber aloud, "It's not as though the Cybers were particularly threatening the first time round."

"Yeah," agreed Cinder, "a bit of gold or a mobile phone seemed to put paid to the last lot."

"Even so - " Cyber broke off, thinking hard.

Supposing the Splartigons were able to learn from the last batch of Cybers? Supposing they were able to iron out the little teething troubles Lumic had had with the emotional inhibitor? Supposing they had created something far worse than any Cybermen that had come before?

And The Doctor was getting ready to fight them. Oh, Hell...

Cinder glanced sidelong at her. "Would this be the wrong time to ask why you call yourself Cyber?" he asked.

Cyber broke into a run.

"Yes."

---

Within the dome, surrounded by trapped, shrieking females, Donna had reached the same conclusions as Cyber.

But for one very different reason.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to the only other female within the dome room who wasn't shrieking.

"So," she began, "I've never met a Cyber-woman before. Are there many of you?"

‘I’m not a Cyberwoman,’ said Cyber, ‘I’m a woman
called Cyber,’ Cyber turned to the yelling hoard of twenty women, ‘you’re
free,’ she yelled at the top of her voice, ‘follow me.’ She led the women out
of the dome and down the ramp and returned to the Tardis. Cinder and Mickey
gave her a round of applause. The Tardis took off for a short jaunt across the
Welsh capital.





Soon, the group stepped out of the Tardis, which had
just landed in the park, The Ood were still standing around in a circle. The
sky was black: The shadow of the giant ship that was now hovering overhead.





Mickey looked to the sky, ‘You’re
right about them having no idea of scale,’ he said.





‘That is a big ship,’ Cinder
agreed, ‘will there be Splartigons on board?’ he asked.





The Doctor tapped his teeth with
the sonic screwdriver, ‘Scanners say only Cybermen,’ he said, ‘besides,
Splartigons have no shape or form.’





Just then a Land rover arrived,
Major Des leapt out, he moved over to the Doctor, peering into the sky, he
asked, ‘What the hell is that?’





‘That is a Splartigon attempt at
copying Silurian technology,’ The Doctor told him.





‘Its too big, our weapons will be
useless,’ Major Des told him.





‘Then we wait, till they come
out,’ Mickey told him.





Inside the Tardis, Ren had
patched his laptop into his radio, he was looking for a way to block the signal
that was controlling the Ood, he found the frequency and called, ‘Doctor!’





‘What is it?’ The Doctor asked.





‘I’ve got the frequency, if only
we could block it, we’d need a huge transmitter, high power, do we have one?’
Ren asked.





‘We don’t, but I know who does,’
The Doctor said.





‘Torchwood!’ Rose and Mickey said
in unison.





The Doctor opened up the Tardis’s
communication channel, ‘Calling Captain Jack at Torchwood,’ he said.



Ren.

Does anyone want any more???

Should I continue with this or what???

I bought a pie the other day, it was a vegetarian pie, I found a square root in it.

These are the jokes, folks.

WHERE ARE YOU ALL???

Ren

I'm still here but no-one's posting much.

‘I’m not a Cyberwoman,’ said Cyber, ‘I’m a woman
called Cyber,’ Cyber turned to the yelling hoard of twenty women, ‘you’re
free,’ she yelled at the top of her voice, ‘follow me.’ She led the women out
of the dome and down the ramp and returned to the Tardis. Cinder and Mickey
gave her a round of applause. The Tardis took off for a short jaunt across the
Welsh capital.





Soon, the group stepped out of the Tardis, which had
just landed in the park, The Ood were still standing around in a circle. The
sky was black: The shadow of the giant ship that was now hovering overhead.





Mickey looked to the sky, ‘You’re
right about them having no idea of scale,’ he said.





‘That is a big ship,’ Cinder
agreed, ‘will there be Splartigons on board?’ he asked.





The Doctor tapped his teeth with
the sonic screwdriver, ‘Scanners say only Cybermen,’ he said, ‘besides,
Splartigons have no shape or form.’





Just then a Land rover arrived,
Major Des leapt out, he moved over to the Doctor, peering into the sky, he
asked, ‘What the hell is that?’





‘That is a Splartigon attempt at
copying Silurian technology,’ The Doctor told him.





‘Its too big, our weapons will be
useless,’ Major Des told him.





‘Then we wait, till they come
out,’ Mickey told him.





Inside the Tardis, Ren had
patched his laptop into his radio, he was looking for a way to block the signal
that was controlling the Ood, he found the frequency and called, ‘Doctor!’





‘What is it?’ The Doctor asked.





‘I’ve got the frequency, if only
we could block it, we’d need a huge transmitter, high power, do we have one?’
Ren asked.





‘We don’t, but I know who does,’
The Doctor said.





‘Torchwood!’ Rose and Mickey said
in unison.





The Doctor opened up the Tardis’s
communication channel, ‘Calling Captain Jack at Torchwood,’ he said.

Seems I've posted this twice, must get and write some more...

Ren.