Colony
Created | Updated Sep 13, 2003
Maesan Hakre was doing his third patrol today in the rain forest. It was only the third Kel since rise and already it was uncomfortably hot. He yawned profoundly. He blinked. He had no sleep last night, the entire camp was on Colonial alert. He chuckled quitely. They'd been hunting this specific Colony for nearly a entire kalzta. He saw eight rotational periods pass with no sign of the Colony, not even a singal atom of it. Maesan was beginning to think the anti-Colonialists were just making up these reports to end the asteroid mining...
Suddenly he stopped. A low frequency hum vibrated in his ears. It got louder, sounding like the stinging Entoth insects. The hair on his neck pricked up. He reached for his radio.
"Central? Central do you read?" whispered Maesen.
"This is Central. How's the hunting going, Maesen," Laughed a cheerful voice.
"I think I found it..." said Maesen apprehensively.
"If this is a prank, so help me..." started the person on the other line.
"Alskea, it's true, I hear something, I really.. AAHH!" Maesen cried out as he dropped the radio.
"Maesen..?"
"Get, off me..." screamed Maesen, his arm was brightly inflamed. He grabbed his pulse pistol. The humming upstage aggressively.
His arm was hit again, burningly. He fired a pulse. The stinging increased a thousand fold. It permeated into his clothes and hair. His skin burned like wild fire.
He screamed in pain as he tried to fire his pulses into the air. The humming was now deafening. He thought he could see figures moving hazely about his eyes, wavy lines that faded in and out. His eyes got heavy. His muscles cramped and he slumped to the ground. He twitched quietly as the a roaring wheezing engulfed and dispersed the droning hum, of Maesen's assailent.
***
Ace looked over at the consol where the Doctor was still fiddling with the innumeral buttons, switches, levers and dials. He tapped two or three monitors. He sighed quietly and then looked up at Ace.
"Well?" insisted Ace.
"We'll land here in few seconds," said the Doctor. HE was a short man with tusseled brown hair. He was wearing a ridiculous golf pullover. Ace had tried to suggest a different style of pullover but he couldn't be persuade.
"Where are we going, Professor?" asked Ace as she walked up to the consol.
The Doctor cringed a bit and then said, "Telsat 3, I think... An industrial world, late Talzersan era, approximately twenty three thousand years in your future."
The rumbling wheezing noises that accompanied the TARDIS landing erupted from the hidden, inner bowels of the TARDIS. The echoes quickly faded away and the Doctor turned to Ace.
"What do you think of a little walk, hmm?" said the Doctor, smiling.
He opened the doors and walked out, grabbing his Panama hat and white jacket on the way. She rushed after him.
"Professor?" started Ace as she tried to follow the Doctor through the rainforest. "I thought you said this was an industrial world."
"I guess we got a little off course, what's the difference?" replied the Doctor as he inspected a bromeliad with his umbrella.
"Well, I was expecting, people, cities, you know..." said Ace as she clamboured over a fallen tree. " I mean this is a little too quiet..."
"People are ok, but just think of the life here..." Said the Doctor quietly. "Thousands of species coexisting together, no war, no tyranny, no meglomania..."
The Doctor stopped walking evidently to idealise those statements. Ace walked further ahead. She pulled back a strange looking green frong, when she saw it..
She gasped rather loudly.
"What is it Ace?" asked the Doctor as he walked up to his companion.
"It looks as if this place isn't so quiet after all," she said as she showed the Doctor the inflamed corpse huddled in a fetal position.
"It would seem so, ahem," said the Doctor quietly.
Ace turned to find the Doctor being held up by a group of armed men in uniforms.
***
Suddenly he stopped. A low frequency hum vibrated in his ears. It got louder, sounding like the stinging Entoth insects. The hair on his neck pricked up. He reached for his radio.
"Central? Central do you read?" whispered Maesen.
"This is Central. How's the hunting going, Maesen," Laughed a cheerful voice.
"I think I found it..." said Maesen apprehensively.
"If this is a prank, so help me..." started the person on the other line.
"Alskea, it's true, I hear something, I really.. AAHH!" Maesen cried out as he dropped the radio.
"Maesen..?"
"Get, off me..." screamed Maesen, his arm was brightly inflamed. He grabbed his pulse pistol. The humming upstage aggressively.
His arm was hit again, burningly. He fired a pulse. The stinging increased a thousand fold. It permeated into his clothes and hair. His skin burned like wild fire.
He screamed in pain as he tried to fire his pulses into the air. The humming was now deafening. He thought he could see figures moving hazely about his eyes, wavy lines that faded in and out. His eyes got heavy. His muscles cramped and he slumped to the ground. He twitched quietly as the a roaring wheezing engulfed and dispersed the droning hum, of Maesen's assailent.
***
Ace looked over at the consol where the Doctor was still fiddling with the innumeral buttons, switches, levers and dials. He tapped two or three monitors. He sighed quietly and then looked up at Ace.
"Well?" insisted Ace.
"We'll land here in few seconds," said the Doctor. HE was a short man with tusseled brown hair. He was wearing a ridiculous golf pullover. Ace had tried to suggest a different style of pullover but he couldn't be persuade.
"Where are we going, Professor?" asked Ace as she walked up to the consol.
The Doctor cringed a bit and then said, "Telsat 3, I think... An industrial world, late Talzersan era, approximately twenty three thousand years in your future."
The rumbling wheezing noises that accompanied the TARDIS landing erupted from the hidden, inner bowels of the TARDIS. The echoes quickly faded away and the Doctor turned to Ace.
"What do you think of a little walk, hmm?" said the Doctor, smiling.
He opened the doors and walked out, grabbing his Panama hat and white jacket on the way. She rushed after him.
"Professor?" started Ace as she tried to follow the Doctor through the rainforest. "I thought you said this was an industrial world."
"I guess we got a little off course, what's the difference?" replied the Doctor as he inspected a bromeliad with his umbrella.
"Well, I was expecting, people, cities, you know..." said Ace as she clamboured over a fallen tree. " I mean this is a little too quiet..."
"People are ok, but just think of the life here..." Said the Doctor quietly. "Thousands of species coexisting together, no war, no tyranny, no meglomania..."
The Doctor stopped walking evidently to idealise those statements. Ace walked further ahead. She pulled back a strange looking green frong, when she saw it..
She gasped rather loudly.
"What is it Ace?" asked the Doctor as he walked up to his companion.
"It looks as if this place isn't so quiet after all," she said as she showed the Doctor the inflamed corpse huddled in a fetal position.
"It would seem so, ahem," said the Doctor quietly.
Ace turned to find the Doctor being held up by a group of armed men in uniforms.
***
