Richard's Animorphs Forum
Animorphs Section => Animorphs Fan Fiction & Art => Topic started by: poparena on December 08, 2011, 06:45:23 PM
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Now, I'm a fiction writer on the side, but fan fiction is not my thing, really. However, I've hit a bit of a writer's block in that department and decided to flex my skills with a proper, epic Animorphs/Doctor Who crossover. Hey, they're my two favorite things ever, so if this doesn't get the creative juices, nothing will. The Doctor Who portion will mostly be New Who, but there will a few Classic Who plot threads as well. This will be updated way-way-way sporadically.
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MidMorph
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The Fork in the Road of Fate
Chapter One: Goodbye
Even before the bipeds, the quadruped and the feathered one arrived, Tranquil could feel the fragility of the canyon walls, of the earth under his legs, of the sky that provided rain for their crops. Even in their settled society, when the days were full of fruitful labor and the nights filled with happy songs, the rest of the colony believed Tranquil to be a higher level of bliss than anyone else. He would often spend his free time resting among the rocks, giving off a low-frequency hum that usually associated with meditation. Tranquil himself never thought of himself as blissful, merely observant, and his meditations were anything but blissful.
When Tranquil slipped into meditation, he could feel what the Mercora called the strings of existence. The strings were supposed to be strong and unwavering, but Tranquil was sure he could feel the faintest of vibrations in those strings, a microscope wobble in the metaphorical bonds that held all of creation together, hail Divine. When he knew no one was observing him, he tried to match the pitch of his hum to the vibration of the strings. For Tranquil, all of this meant one thing: the strings were weakening, and were bound to snap in due time. When that happened, all of creation would collapse in a heap.
It was because of this that Tranquil was almost glad when the rest of the colony announced that the comet that had lit up the sky these past weeks had been diverted by the Nesk, and that the strangers, whom the Mercora had sheltered and fed and helped in breaking into the Nesk compound, had betrayed them, the Nesk missile sabotaged. The Mercora's fate was sealed, their colony would be destroyed, and the last of their species would cease to exist. At least we die before reality does, Tranquil thought to himself.
They had only a few more hours to live. The buildings were abandoned, the entirety of the colony lay out in the fields, humming a song of mourning. Not just for themselves, but for all the magnificent creatures that walked this land, the mighty beasts who grazed the fields and trees, and the mighty beasts who grazed upon the grazers. The sky above the colony was full of screeching beasts, wheeling around the canyon on their leathery wings. Tranquil was alone. As he climbed the ascent to the observatory, his mind was filled with the old stories of the Mercora home planet and its fate, being pulverized into atoms by a black hole. Divine be praised, the Mercora survived, but just barely. Tranquil had been born on this planet, and saw the old home as a fantasy land, a world of endless color and ecstasy. Surely, it couldn't have been good as all that. Though, if it had been, Tranquil was glad it too died before the death of reality.
Sitting on top of the observatory was the Mercora's only telescope, a complex series of tubes, lenses and prisms to allow a clear image to Tranquil's almost countless eyes. How many eyes did he have? He never bothered to count. He knew his sister had twenty-three, two more than his mother, but he never bothered to count his own. Too late for that now. Tranquil peered through the telescope, aiming his with his heavy hand and adjusting the delicate instruments with his light hand, until he centered the image on the comet. Only it wasn't a comet, it was a spaceship.
Tranquil blinked every single one of his eyes in surprise, but when he opened them again, the image was that of the comet. His mind must have been in shock from the day's events, he must be seeing things. He blinked again. The image was that of the spaceship. Again. The comet. Again. The spaceship. Tranquil began to blink at a rapid fire rate, and the image blurred into a combination of the two.
Oh my Divine, Tranquil thought to himself, it's happened. Reality has begun to snap. It's racing the comet to our final destruction.
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Adric was punching in calculations into the ship's computer as fast as he could, but the image of Earth on the view screen was getting larger every second. The Doctor had successfully transported the freighter billions of years into the past. It made more since to have it crash into Earth in 65,500,000 BC than in the 26th century, best to the kill the dinosaurs instead of the humans, Adric figured. Still, Adric was certain he could deactivate the Cybermen's control device, certain he could stop the freighter from crashing all together.
"I must do it," Adric said to himself. As far as he knew, he was alone on the freighter, the Doctor was already back in the TARDIS with Nyssa and Tegan, Briggs and his crew safe in the escape pods. Just a few more codes. I've almost got it. Just a few more.
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"Scott to TARDIS. Scott to TARDIS. Come in, please." Nyssa snatched up the communicator while the Doctor fell to the side, the Cyber-Leader tossing away the Doctor like he was paper.
"This is the TARDIS! We have Cybermen on board!" That was all Nyssa could get out before the Cyber-Leader snatched the communicator out of her hand.
"We managed to escape from the freighter, but Adric is still on board." That was the last thing to come out of the communicator before the Cyber-Leader crushed it in its hand like a tin can. The Doctor had gotten up by now. He quickly checked his pockets for something useful. There was always something useful, but more than ever the Doctor wished his sonic screwdriver hadn't been destroyed. Instead, the Doctor found Adric's gold-plated Mathematics Achievement badge. Such a tacky thing, really, but just the Doctor needed. He quickly hid it behind his back.
"You failed, Leader," the Doctor taunted. The Cyber-Leader turned to face him, tossing the crushed communicator to the ground, its grip tightening around its weapon.
"BUT YOU WILL NOT ENJOY THE VICTORY," the Cyber-Leader said in the voice that sounded like some yelling from the far end of a tunnel. "I SHALL NOW KILL YOU, DOCTOR." With that, it raised its gun directly into the Doctor's face. As if on cue, Tegan rushed the Cyber-Leader from behind, placing her hand over the metal beast's chest unit, its means of breathing. Struggling for breath, the Cyber-Leader tossed Tegan aside, giving the Doctor the chance to spring forward and start breaking the badge apart against the chest unit. The Doctor knew that the gold was catching on the Cyberman's vents, asphyxiating it. After the badge had crumbled to nothing, the Doctor let go.
"Get down!" he cried, and the three of them dived behind the TARDIS console as the Cyber-Leader, maddened and desperate for air, began to fire his weapon wildly. a blast stricking the TARDIS's controls, sparks flying everywhere. In a flash, the Doctor crawled around the TARDIS console and dived for the Cyber-Leader, grabbing its weapon out of its hands. In a display of violence that neither Tegan or Nyssa had seen from the him before, the Doctor aimed the gun point blank into the Cyber-Leader's chest, firing eight times in a row. The Cyber-Leader let out an inhuman scream and slowly collapsed to the floor, his systems sparking. The Cyber-Leader was dead.
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Tranquil rushed down from the observatory. He didn't know what to do. He felt as though he should warn the colony, but what was the use? They were all ready to die by the comet, would things really change if he convinced them they would cease to exist in just a few minutes? One way or the other, he wanted to be with his family when the end, whatever that end might be, came. However, just before he exited the building, the song of mourning that had filled the canyon stopped, replaced with a mixture of screams and cries.
Tranquil leaped outside, and was stunned by the sight of it. Standing high above the crops, bigger than any of the buildings in the colony, stood a being beauty and terror. It shared the shape of a Mercora, but was made of pure colored crystal, the entire spectrum shifting within in it, reinventing itself, creating whole new colors that had never been experienced before. It gave off a radiant glow that rivaled the sun.
It was Divine, Tranquil realized.
NO I AM NOT YOUR DEITY THOUGH I BARE SIMILAR QUALITIES.
It was as though something was speaking to him, speaking to all of them, not by sound, not by thought-speak, but by the very language of the soul. Tranquil's seven legs quivered, his insides knotted up.
DO NOT BE AFRAID. I HAVE COME WITH AN OFFER.
Every Mercora stared up at the magnificent, horrible creature. It was only Tranquil that could not bare to look. It didn't matter, even the gods couldn't survive reality's destruction.
I GIVE YOU AN OFFER. YOU MAY STAY HERE AND DIE, OR YOU MAY BE TRANSPORTED TO ANOTHER WORLD. A SAFE WORLD.
That was when Tranquil saw the smaller creature, a lump of dark flesh standing behind on the creature's crystal legs. If Tranquil had to guess, the smaller creature was quietly laughing.
THERE ARE NO CONDITIONS, YOU OWE ME NOTHING. I DO THIS BECAUSE THE MERCORA ARE PURE AND I DO NOT WISH TO SEE THEM DESTROYED.
Nobody said anything. They didn't have to, they were communicating by the soul to this creature and it had done to them. Tranquil knew they were all agreeing to this deal. Who wouldn't. Tranquil would have as well, if he believed it mattered.
SO IT IS DECIDED.
And with a flash of light, the two creatures and the entire colony vanished. All except Tranquil, who stood alone in the empty canyon. Alone. Oh Divine, he couldn't take that. His legs gave way underneath him. He could feel it, it was starting. The strings of reality were snapping. The canyon walls were bubbling into steam, the steam bubbling into energy, the energy bubbling into thought, and the thoughts evaporating into nothing. Tranquil could feel his body sink into the ground as the world around him became a quantum chemical reaction. He could feel his own body split apart, become atomized, cease to exist.
Well, at least he was right.
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What Adric had failed to notice was the injured Cyberman slowly approaching him from behind. "There's something missing," Adric said to himself, gnawing his thumb in frustration. "Something I've forgotten... Of course, that's it!" He went back to the keyboard, punching in more calculations. By that time, the Cyberman had aimed its weapon. Its systems were too damaged for accurate aim, so instead of hitting Adric, it hit the console instead, causing the keyboard to explode with fireworks.
Adric jumped back and turned to face the Cyberman, but its systems were used it. It gave a final death rattle and fell to the floor. Adric turned towards the console, now a useless heap of smoking metal and plastic. Earth filled the viewscreen, the freighter was only a few seconds away from the atmosphere.
"Now I'll never know if I was right." The frieghter exploded around him.
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The console was too damaged, the Doctor couldn't get its dematerialization running in time. Helpless, the three of them stared blankly at the scanner, watching as the freighter crashed into Earth with a magnificent explosion. The scanner went white. Nyssa buried her face into Tegan's shoulder, but Tegan was already turning around to face the Doctor. His face was slack, his eyes were empty.
"Adric?" Tegan pleaded. The Doctor gave no response. "Doctor!" Again, no response. When she realized, it was Tegan's turn to turn and bury her face into Nyssa's shoulder. All the Doctor could do was look upon the crumbled remains of Adric's badge.
COMING NEXT
CHAPTER TWO: ACHES ON A TRAIN
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Third attempt to review.
Loved the bit with the Mercora and seeing their point of view from being betrayed to their final destruction.
I've only seen Adric's death in a Youtube clip, but your description of the events answered one or two questions, so I thank you for that. I'm not one hundred percent familiar with the entire Doctor Who series and I haven't seen any of the Fifth Doctor's episodes in their entierty. (Unless you count the Children in Need bit with Davison and Tenant an episode that is)
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Chapter Two: Aches on a Train
Captain Borgman felt that the biggest disadvantage to have a train-shaped spacecraft was that you couldn't blow the whistle. Oh, you could make a computer-generated whistle sound over the PA system, but that wasn't the same. Borgman had read about the classic Earth trains, about their chugging and their smokestacks and their whistles. Trains of old demanded you noticed their presence. None of that existed in the vacuum of space. The Orient Express XXY35 Minor cruised between the planets of the Whisnel system in complete silence.
Externally, the Orient Express looked exactly like a passanger train from the late 19th century, just four times bigger in scale. Each passanger car had three stories. The first two floors were decorated in classic 19th century fashion, with bright bronze and ivory color schemes, leopard-skin chairs and white silky drapes over the windows, replica gas lanterns giving off a golden glow. It was all designed as a fantastical getaway from the sterile life of space faring species, be they humanoid seeking their roots and nonhumanoids who wanted a good laugh at the expense of Earth history. The third floor was a more traditional space lounge, silver and blue and sterile. An escape from the escape, and the only part of the Orient Express with smoking zones.
The spacecraft had ten segments, five for passenger quarters, a dining segment, one for games and entertainment, a conference room to host the odd business meeting, a caboose for the baggage and staff quarters, and the engine, a classic matter/antimatter reactor. Not especially fast in space travel terms, but it had the distinct advantage of causing the rest of the Orient Express to faintly vibrate and shift, giving the impression that they were on real physical train tracks. Most of the distance was actually covered by Z-Space leap gates, itself an antique technology salvaged from old Andalite science files, but it got the job done. Borgman studied the readings on his screen. Twenty-seven minutes to the next leap gate, then across the ICW Corporate Nebula, then another leap gate, then their final destination at the Des Wagon-Lites space station. All running on schedule.
"Captain, the representative of Casmanopia is complaining that her luggage has been tampered with," one of conductors said over the private intercom. "Says something's been let loose on the ship."
Bloody hell.
"Damn stupid bureaucrats," the Captain grumbled to himself. The rules clearly said no pets on the Orient Express, but the royalty always thought they were above that.
"She says its gotten into the ventilation system, Captain."
"What has? What is it, exactly?"
"One moment... She says it's the Egyptian goddess Sakhmait."
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The TARDIS had materialized in more dignified places, but at least the nanobots kept the extra-large handicap bathroom stall clean. The door to the police box opened, and the Doctor stuck his head out and smiled.
"Ah! Ammonia! Come on, Ponds!" The Doctor bounded out of the TARDIS into the bathroom proper, stopping at the mirror of check his reflection. The recently married Amy Pond and Rory Williams followed. The three of them were still dressed up, the Doctor wearing a flashy tuxedo that did Rory's more casual suit shame. Amy tried desperately to keep her wedding dress from dragging on the floor.
"Really, Doctor?" Amy said, a bit frustrated. She was used to stepping out those doors to somewhere amazing. This was a bathroom.
"Had to park somewhere out the way," the Doctor replied, adjusting his bowtie. "If we're really dealing with Sakhmait, which is impossible, mind you, then I don't want her grubby mits getting on my TARDIS."
"You said on the phone about an Egyptian goddess," Rory said. "Is that for real?"
"Not really, Sakhmait was an alien consciousness who conquered Egypt and forced its people to worship her, tried to create an army to invade the rest of the world. Well, I put an end to that." At that moment, two women entered the bathroom, screamed and made a hasty retreat.
"Doctor, I think we're in the ladies room," Rory said with a bit of deadpan.
"You humans and your modesty. All right, let's go." And so the Doctor led his two companions into the ship proper. To Amy, the Orient Express seemed like something straight out of a movie, people dressed in antique fashions sitting at tables, casually conversing as they ate fish, a giant ringed planet framed in the giant windows along the wall. At least they were dressed for the occasion, most everyone was as fancifully dressed as they were.
"Wow," Amy said. "We're in a train. In space."
"The Orient Express XXY35 Minor," the Doctor explained, dramatically waving his hand across the scene. "Of course, the orient doesn't exist in the 34th century, but Agatha Christie is still popular, so why not?"
"So, what next?"
"We need to find Princess Maiwos of Casmanopia, she's the one who called me. She'll probably be in the conference area, which is..." The Doctor put a finger in his mouth and stuck it into the air, as if the test the wind, finally pointing to the right. "That way." The trio headed across the dining area and passed through the door at the far end. This led them into a large hallway with doors along the right side. The Doctor counted doors as they passed them, finally opening the seventh, which took them into what looked like a small ****tail lounge. The room was packed, mostly with aliens of all shapes and sizes. A small group of men in blue conductor uniforms were trying to keep things under control. One of them approached the Doctor, who instinctively reached into his inner coat pocket.
"I'm sorry, sir," the conductor said, "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." In response, the Doctor pulled out his psychic paper.
"Space marshal John Smith. These are my deputies Amy and Rory Pond."
"Williams," Rory corrected.
"Williams, yes. What seems to be the problem here?"
The conductor looked over at all the excited, chattering aliens.
"Someone brought a creature on the ship that's now loose in the ventilation system. We're trying to keep it from getting out to the rest of the passengers."
"Quite right, don't want to start a panic. I'll take over from here." The Doctor walked towards the crowd. Amy and Rory had seen some strange aliens in their journey, but these seemed to take the cake, all shapes and sizes and colors seemed to be represented. The one that really stood out was the giant blue blob in the back, a ten foot ball of fat with a huge mouth and a hundred eyes. This was the one the Doctor approached.
"Ah, Princess Maiwos, looking as radiant as ever!" The Doctor gave a small bow. "What seems to be the problem." Amy expected the Princess' voice to be deep and grumbly, but it turned out to be oddly soft and feminine.
"Doctor, thank goodness you've come! Sakhmait is loose!"
"That's impossible, I saw her sealed into the Seventh Obelisk, I was part of the prayer ceremony."
"Look for yourself." With that, the Princess shifted to one side, revealing a eight-foot tall metal pyramid, hieroglyphs running along the sides. There was a large hole in one side, like something had burst out of it. The Doctor quickly pulled out his sonic screwdriver and begin prodding it.
"What is this, exactly?" Amy asked.
"The Seventh Obelisk is an ancient type of Time Lord prison, I happened to have one in my storage bin when I ran into Sakhmait. Escape is impossible, the only way to open is with four keys, and the keys were destroyed."
"Well, can't locks be picked?" Rory asked.
"Not this kind. The first key is the hand of the Pharaoh Osiris, which he promptly amputated and threw in a fire. The second was the egg of a dodo, which is now extinct. The third key is a star particle from the Naso system, which has since gone supernova. Finally, there's my voice pattern, and my voice has changed a few times since then."
"So it's impossible to break in or out of?" asked Amy.
"Yes."
"So how do you account for this?"
"Easy. It's not the real Seventh Obelisk. Your highness, this here is a fake."
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Aside from the Mercora, this seems more Doctor Who oriented, which I admit I haven't seen, than the Animorphs. Are they ever going to appear soon? Or the Yeerks?
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Yes, the story starts very Doctor Who heavy. The Animorph stuff will show up soon.
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Hey Darth, it's only been two posts. I'm sure Pop'll put them in soon enough ;P
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I know, but I was just wondering. :P
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I'm really liking this so far!
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Captain Borgman double-checked his star charts. Just shy of fifteen minutes to the next Z-Space leap gate. Hopefully, whatever Princess Maiwos had smuggled onto his spacecraft didn't cause any damage before then. Just what was her game, pretending it was some ancient Earth deity? Well, this was the second to last Z-Space leap gate, which meant the Orient Express was due for its biofilter scan to filter out any unwanted cosmic hobos. Borgman doubted even Buddha himself could survive a biofilter.
Oh, but if Maiwos filed a complaint... the paper work would take weeks!
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As the Doctor prodded the inside of the fake Obelisk with his sonic screwdriver, Amy finally took in her surroundings. Aside from the Doctor and Princess Maiwos, there seemed to be five different kinds of aliens there, only one she recognized: a Sontaran, a four-foot tall creature that looked like a cross between a man and a potato. It wore heavy blue armor and shoulder pads and cradled a dome-shaped helmet in its arms. Amy wished it would put it back on, the Sontaran's green bald head and flattened face was not very aesthetically pleasing.
The other aliens were new to her, and it wasn't until she asked the Doctor long after this adventure had ended that she learned all their names. There was the Hawjabran, a green and yellow floating jellyfish with big bug eyes and two robotic limbs hanging from its sides. Then there was the Kroton, a giant armored thing with a large crystal for a head. Amy had assumed it was a robot until the Doctor told her about organic crystals. Then there was the Inner Worlder, a bizarre winged beast, several sets of yellow eyes embedded in its wings.
"Yeah, this lot fits right in with the whole railroad theme" Rory muttered under his breath.
The last alien was represented by a small flying craft, a floating silver shaft barely the size of her hand. When her eyes turned towards it, it took notice and introduced itself.
<Alien! Surrender, and we shall let you live as a slave to the Helmacron Empire!>
"Wait, was that in my head?" Rory asked. "Someone's talking in my head." This finally got the Doctor's attention.
"Oh, minor genetic telepathy, pretty common in the outer vectors," the Doctor said, approaching the tiny Helmacron ship. "Thought speak, if you want the slang term." Suddenly, the ship fired two tiny beams of light, striking Rory's coat jacket. Two tiny trails of smoke began to rise.
"Hey, do you know how much this cost!" Rory yelled. The Doctor stepped in between his companions and the Helmacrons.
"You know, 'Macrons, the Orient Express doesn't typically allow weapons on board. The fact that you are allowed to fire your main blasters should say a little something about your firepower. A little something."
<You dare mock the Helmacron space forces!? You shall be crushed into tiny bits!>
"They've been like that all morning," the Sontaran said. "I have submitted my request to the Grand Strategic Council that these vermin be wiped from the cosmos! I would make great sport out of hunting these insects down."
<Insects!?> With that, the Helmacron ship fired onto the Sontaran, not making a mark on its armor. The Sontaran just shook its head and sighed.
"Wait a moment," the Doctor said, "if my understanding is correct, all five of you are at war with someone or another, which means..." The Doctor then dramatically turned towards Princess Maiwos. "Oh, you're kidding me!"
"Casmanopia is in an economic downturn!" the Princess cried. "We need whatever they can offer."
"Wait, what's going on?" Rory asked.
"Oh, I think I get it," said Amy. "This is an auction. Casmanopia is selling Sakhmait to the highest bidder."
"I gave your people the Seventh Obelisk for safe keeping!" the Doctor cried. "I trusted you, and now I find you're selling one of the most dangerous creatures in all the universe to THIS LOT?" He gestured to the crowd behind him.
"It's as you said, the Seventh Obelisk can't be opened! None of them could possibly..."
"That's not the point! The point is, you and your kingdom made a promise, and you break it because silicon stock prices dropped? And now someone has gone and stolen it, leaving you with this cheap replica!" The Doctor kicked the fake Obelisk in frustration.
"WE-DE-MAND-COMP-EN-SATION!" the Kroton said in a voice that sounded a bit like a printer.
"Doctor, I'm sor..." the Princess began.
"Don't tell me your sorry, tell that to the poor creature who was shoved inside this box posing as Sakhmait. Come on, Ponds!" The Doctor swiftly walked to a large vent behind the ****tail counter. It had been ripped apart.
"Are we going fake Sakhmait hunting?" Amy asked.
"Indeed. Geronimo!"
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Pretty good stuff, pop. I'll look over it later with a fine-toothed comb. For now, I'm just browsing through the site. I'm kind of tired too, so later when I'm more awake and refreshed.
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Animorphs/Doctor Who is a rarely seen crossover, but it's one I really like, being a big fan of both. I'm not very familiar with Classic Who but I'm enjoying the fic so far. Of the parts I do know, you seem to be capturing the voices of the characters well. It's nice seeing some of the lesser known Animorphs references, such as the Mercora and Hawjabran. The Doctor mocking the Helmacrons was also rather amusing. :P
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Most Powerful Emperor, Lord of the Galaxy, we have made contact with the greatest enemy of the Helmacrons, the meddling Doctor! As is our orders, the destruction of the Doctor has been moved to top priority. However, we are surrounded by enemy forces, and any attempt of direct attack is regrettably unwise. We have therefor released a pod containing some of our finest warriors, which has planted itself on the Doctor's person! Our warriors will then cut their way into the Doctor's body and destroy his hearts from the inside! We will not return until the Doctor's head is in our tractor beam!
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The ventilation shaft was large enough for the Doctor, Amy and Rory to walk about in a crouch, though they quickly learned that crawling was a better option. The interior was lit with strips of something resembling neon along the ceiling, and every time one of them bumped against the lights, they received a tiny shock.
"Bug zappers?" Rory pondered. "Do they really need bug zappers on a spaceship?"
"Not just bug zappers. Microbe zappers," the Doctor explained. "Keeps the air sterile AND keeps nosy kids from playing around in here."
"I can't believe this, I really can't believe this," Amy muttered to herself. She was struggling to crawl along in her wedding dress. "I got married less than six hours ago, and here I am, mucking about in the air shaft of a space train looking for a false god."
"Hey, think about how I feel," Rory responded. "This isn't exactly the honeymoon I had in mind."
"Oh, don't worry about that," the Doctor said. "I'll set up a real honeymoon for you two when this is over."
"So, what are we looking for, exactly?" Amy asked.
"Well, if it looks anything like Sakhmait, than it'll be tallish, greenish, lizardish..."
"Dangerous-ish?" Rory asked.
"Oh, I shouldn't think so. Whoever stole the Seventh Obelisk didn't seem to have any interest in assassinating the Princess, otherwise they would have made the fake Obelisk a bomb or put a killer robot inside or something. The first thing this thing did when it broke out was run away. It's probably more scared than any of us."
As if on cue, the three of them rounded a corner, and Amy gave a startled yelp. Curled up at the far end of the shaft was a large green thing covered in horn-like blades. It stared at them with a beaked face, shaking ever so slightly.
"Oh, a Hork-Bajir!" the Doctor said with some excitement. "Isn't she gorgeous?"
"It looks like if Godzilla and a lawn mower had a baby," Rory said.
"Oh, Hork-Bajir are harmless. And endangered and protected. This one must have been captured by a poacher." The Doctor started to slowly crawl over to the Hork-Bajir, which slinked back further down the vent. "Oh, no, I won't hurt you! I'm the Doctor, this is Amy and that's Rory. We want to help you! What's your name?"
The Hork-Bajir stepped back a bit further before giving off a strange gurgle.
"Ok, Gurgle. I know you're lost and confused. I know you don't know where home is. I can take you home. Would you like that." The Hork-Bajir didn't respond. The Doctor turned to Rory. "Rory, find me a tree. A real tree, not one of those cheap plastic ones."
"You want... the whole tree?" Rory asked.
"If you can get it. And a bowl of water. Hurry now!" Rory sighed and started to back out of the ventilation shaft.
"A tree?" Amy asked.
"She's been trapped in the fake Obelisk for who knows how long. She's probably dying of thirst and hunger."
"Hork-Bajirs eat trees?"
"Bark, specifically. All those blades are designed for stripping bark."
"These have got to be the meanest-looking herbivore pacifists I've ever seen."
"They're also very valuable to rare game hunters and exotic zoo keepers. I spent nearly a month petitioning the Shadow Proclamation to put the Hork-Bajir planet under their protection."
And so the Doctor and Amy waited for Rory to return. As they did, the Doctor softly hummed what sounded like an alien lullaby. It seemed to calm the Hork-Bajir down a little. Finally, Rory returned, pushing a punch bowl of water in front of him, dragging a small potted sapling behind him.
"This was the best I can do," Rory said, passing the tree over to the Doctor, who carefully examined it.
"Sinapi fruit tree, not very tasty, but better than nothing." The Doctor took the tree and bowl and slowly inched it towards the Hork-Bajir. It studied the Doctor's offerings for a moment before swiftly grabbing them. It stripped the bark with its clawed hands as quickly as it good, all the while drinking greedily from the bowl. The Doctor smiled and placed a gentle hand on the creature's head. "There there, now. It's all right... Oh, no."
"What?" asked Amy.
"Look at that." The Doctor inched a finger across the busy Hork-Bajir's throat. There was a long, thick scar across it. "Someone destroyed her vocal cords so that she couldn't call out from inside the fake Obelisk."
"That's cruel!" Amy cried. The Doctor put his forehead against the Hork-Bajir's, barely avoiding its horns.
"I'm so sorry," the Doctor said quietly. Amy had seen this kind of behavior from the Doctor before, but for Rory, this was the first time he'd seen him be so tender. "I'm going to get you home, and then I'm going to find out who did this to you. I promise."
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Somewhere among the fibers of the Doctor's tuxedo jacket, three Helmacron warriors were exiting their pod. One of them pulled out a device, determined a direction, and the three of them began to trek across the huge black cables that were its threads.
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Princess Maiwos let out a sigh of relief as the Doctor exited the vent unharmed, then cried out in surprise as the Hork-Bajir followed him.
"It's all right, everyone, crisis over," the Doctor said with a smile. "Found what was clogging up the works."
"THIS-IS-THE-GRE-AT-SA-KHM-AIT?!" asked the Kroton.
"No, just a look alike."
"So, what now?" the Sontaran asked.
"Yes, we do not mean to be ungrateful," started the Inner Worlder, "but we have traveled a long way for this auction."
Princess Maiwos turned twelve of her eyes (almost half!) to the Doctor's directions. The Doctor shrugged.
"Don't look at me, this is your problem now," he said. "If you had just kept the Seventh Obelisk safe like I asked you, then none of this..." The Doctor was suddenly cut off by an announcement over the PA system.
"ATTENTION PASSENGERS! WE ARE PREPARING FOR Z-SPACE LEAP! AS IS CUSTOMARY, WE WILL NOW BE PERFORMING A STANDARD BIOFILTER SCAN! DO NOT BE ALARMED!"
"Biofilter?" Rory asked.
"Security system," explained the Doctor "Scans the entire ship, and if your bio-data is not registered, ZAP! Total disintegration. Keeps unwanted passengers off the spacecraft."
"Um, Doctor," Amy said, a worried expression on her face. "Aren't WE unwanted passengers?" That instantly changed the Doctor's tone.
"Right, quickly! We'll be safe in the TARDIS!" The Doctor, holding the confused Hork-Bajir's hand, bounded out of the ****tail lounge with Amy and Rory close behind. However, they all stopped dead in the hall. Down a ways, a green light passed over the interior of the train. Most of the passengers didn't notice, a few giggled as if being tickled.
"Doctor," Rory said. "Is that the biofilter?"
"Yes. And it's between us and the TARDIS."
"How long do we have?" Amy asked.
"Oh, about four seconds."
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COMING NEXT
CHAPTER THREE: THE BOY WHO NEVER WAS
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Lol, well I'm still waiting for the Animorphs to show up. Is the boy who never was Tobias? Having never watched Doctor Who, this is a little confusing but I can adapt. The introduction of the Helmacrons was a nice touch, as well as the Hork-Bajir. But why is he gurgling? And why is the plot so confusing? Hopefully these questions and more will be addressed in the next chapter of... okay, this is really starting to sound like a series cliffhanger's ending narration. ::)
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Chapter Three: The Boy Who Never Was
My name is Jake.
Jake Berenson, to be percise. I'm thirteen years old and live in Vallejo, California. Not sure why I feel like telling you that... just because I can, I guess. In fact, I'm not sure why I'm even writing this. Nothing really noteworthy has ever happened to me. I mean, nothing weird or special. I did just get picked for the school's basketball team, but that's only really important to me.
See, my brother Tom is something of a basketball legend in his school. He'll probably be a basketball legend in college, and some people, including my Dad, thinks he could go pro. I don't think I'll ever be as good as he is, but I'm glad I made the team. Less pressure that way, and it kind of makes our family a basketball dynasty. I decided to celebrate that afternoon with my friends at the mall. There was Marco, my best friend since diapers. Rachel, my cousin, who kind of looks like a little supermodel, though I don't really think of her in that way. And then there was Rachel's friend, Cassie. I only recently met Cassie, her dad runs an animal clinic out of their barn, and her mom is a veterinarian for Marine World. Cassie's sweet, a little quiet, but she always seems to know the right thing to say. You could say I was starting to like her.
Though not as much as Marco and Rachel clearly liked each other. They both liked to kid around with each other, cracking jokes at each other's expense, laughing together. Marco is a born-comedian, and while she doesn't look the goofy type, Rachel can keep up with Marco no problem.
"I just think they invented gymnastics to get cute girls into leotards," Marco said. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"Oh, so I'm just cute, is that it?" Rachel said with mock disdain.
"Oh, more than cute. In fact, you're very handsome! Dashing, even!" With that, Rachel threw a french fry at Marco's head. He dodged it. He'd had enough practice dodging Rachel's french fries.
"You know, Marco, I think you've found a new way to get free food," I said. "So, how's your dad's military computer thing going?"
"They've got all these computers hooked up and talking to each other in computer code. The way my dad explained it, it sounds pretty neat. He thinks in ten years we can have home computers talking to each other over phone lines and things like that."
"Why would you need to do that?" Cassie asked.
"Well, you could send documents from one computer to another without needing to mail a floppy disk or send a fax. You could send a spreadsheet from California to New York in ten minutes."
"Sorry, all this computer stuff confuses me."
"You and my mom. I don't know how she puts up with dad."
Rachel smirked. "She probably looks at you and thinks 'Well, it could have been worse.'" Marco responded by poking Rachel in the rib.
"Escuze me?" came a voice from below the table. I craned my neck and saw a small little boy, maybe four years old, with dirty blonde hair and was wearing a little t-shirt with a T-Rex on it. He was looking at Rachel.
"Yes, sweety?" Rachel asked. "Can I help you?"
"You are... pretty." The kid started to giggle, and Rachel began to blush.
"Uh-oh, should I be jealous?" Marco asked.
"Oh, you're so cute!" Rachel squeed, ruffling the little guy's hair. "What's your name?"
"Tobias." The kid said, smiling innocently.
"Where's your mommy, Tobias?" As if on cue, a woman walked up and grabbed Tobias' hand. I recognized her as one of the local librarians. Loren, I think her name was.
"Tobias! I told you not to wander off." She looked at Rachel. "I'm sorry, was he bothering you?"
"Oh, not at all!" Rachel said, smiling. "You have a really cute kid."
Loren smiled and walked away with her son. As so the rest of the afternoon went. We talked and joked for a while, and eventually everyone left on their own. I walked out the front entrance to the mall, where I could see construction putting the finishing touches on the new shopping center. Back when it was just a construction site, I used to sneak through it as a short cut home. I guess those days were over. The sun was starting to set over the horizon, the weekend was beginning. I felt good.
As I started along the sidewalk, I passed by a lamp post, and leaning against it was an odd-looking man. He looked to be in his late twenties, with wild brown hair and a lanky frame. He wore an old-fashioned jacket, suspenders and a cheesy bowtie. When I passed by, he looked in my direction and smiled. Not a creepy stalker smile, but a genuine smile. Then he spoke to me in a British accent.
"Hello, Jake," the man said. I stopped. I didn't know how to respond. Years of "stranger danger" specials on PBS were trying to process what was going on. Should I run away? Should I talk to him? What should I say? Tell him to get away from me? Tell him I'll call the cops? My brain went through every possible option, before selecting the best one.
"Um, hi," I said.
"Jake... are you happy?" This caught me off guard.
"What?"
"Are you happy? Do you have a good life?"
"...I guess."
"Does the future look bright to you? Do you have good dreams? Do you get excited for summer afternoons and weekends?"
"I suppose so." The mysterious man smiled and nodded.
"Good. It was nice meeting you, Jake." And with that, the man started walking away from me, finally stepping into the mall. I never saw him again.
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Hmmmm... I wonder who the mysterious man is. And who WAS the boy that never was? The chapter never elaborated on that, or implied it if you were going for subtlety. Otherwise, it was nice to see a non-MM#4 version of the Animorphs that didn't meet Elfangor, but I am looking forward to why they never did. Hopefully you can come up with a better explanation than in that book.
~DZ
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Hey DZ, if you want I can write you a "Doctor Who for Beginners" thing to help you understand the Doctor Who part of the crossover.
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Sure. I'm planning to send you a message anyway. Just send it on the return PM.
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The man who just spoke to Jake was The Doctor (the latest version of him anyway), but I'm sure Poparena has probably explained that by now.
Very interesting seeing an alternate timeline, one where the Yeerks presumeably never found Earth. I wonder if the Yeerks even exist in this timeline? The part about the Hork-Bajir homeworld being protected makes me suspect that the Yeerks haven't been there either. It's nice seeing The Doctor interact with a Hork-Bajr, I can definitely imagine him getting along well with their species.
Looking forward to seeing more, really enjoying the story so far.
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The biofilter passed the ****tail lounge, disintegrating any organic not registered in its databanks, including bacterium and pollen, as well as Miss Gordswith's leather handbag that she forget to tag when she checked in. If you were to pass by the ****tail lounge at that moment, you would not see the Doctor, his companions or the Hork-Bajir, just the bloated blue blob that was Princess Maiwos and the bidders, had the auction actually happened. All five of them were staring at Princess Maiwos with interest. One did not have to be an exozoologist to know that the Princess was clearly uncomfortable. Finally, with one long wet belch, the Princess vomited up the Doctor, Amy, Rory and the Hork-Bajir at the same time. They landed hard, covered in slime.
"Ew! Ew ew ew ew ew!" Amy cried, wiping gunk out of her eyes. "I was eaten! Again!"
"Was that really necessary?" Rory asked, wringing unidentifable stuff from his hair.
"Biofilter safety precaution," the Doctor said, helping the Hork-Bajir clean itself off. "Commercial biofilters can't eliminate unregistered lifeforms if they're inside another life form. That way it doesn't accidentally disintegrate unborn babies or antibodies or anything like that." Suddenly, Amy began to realize that her wedding dress was letting off a light smoke.
"Um, Doctor?" she said.
"Oh, right, our clothes are starting to get digested. Best get back to the TARDIS and get a fresh set and a shower."
"There's still the matter of the Seventh Obelisk!" the Sontaran yelled, pounding his fist against his chest for no apparent reason.
"Well, it ain't here, so you better scram," the Doctor said, starting for the door. The Sontaran reached out and grabbed his arm.
"If the Sontarans cannot have the Seventh Obelisk, then we shall have to make due with you, Doctor!" Suddenly, the Kroton began to approach them, its feet thuddering against the floor as it walked.
"THE-DOC-TOR-SHALL-BE-TA-KEN-TO-THE-KRO-TON-INT-TEL-I-GENCE!" The Kroton growled, lifting up one its arms where a crystal spike seemed be forming. On cue, the Hawjabran snagged Amy's dress with on its robotic claws while the Inner Worlder slammed Rory in the back, forcing him to the ground. The Helmacron ship was darting back and forth, not sure who to shoot first. The Hork-Bajir just stood there, confused.
"You will stop this at once," the Princess demanded, but her cries fell on deaf ears.
"Amy, Rory," the Doctor said quietly. "When I say run, run like rabbits... RUN!" The Doctor gave a hard tug, and the partly-digested tuxedo sleeve ripped away, causing the Sontaran to fall backwards into the Kroton. Off balance, the Kroton fired his crystal projectile, accidentally striking the Helmacron ship, causing it to explode. Amy managed to get away from the Hawjabran just before the fireball that was the Helmacrons came crashing down into it. Now on fire, the Hawjabran began to thrash around violently, accidentally striking the Inner Worlder, the strength of the Hawjabran's robotic arm sending the Inner Worlder hurtling across the room into the wall, leaving a large dent. Rory quickly got up, the Doctor grabbing the Hork-Bajir's hand, and the four of them rushed out of the ****tail lounge into the Orient Express' dining area.
Their clothes melted away and fell off as they ran. By the time they reached the TARDIS in the lady's bathroom, Rory's entire jacket had become soup, while Amy's dress was now rags. They dashed into the TARDIS, the Doctor running to the console and pulling out a long hose from who knows where. The Doctor started the water and began to wash down his companions and the Hork-Bajir, who didn't seem all that effected by the Princess' digestive juices.
"There!" the Doctor, smiling at his handwork. Two wet, miserable humans in ruined wedding clothes. "I have to say, this has been one smashing wedding"
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The Helmacron warriors were lucky they have passed the sleeve by the time all of this had happened. They were now resting somewhere on the Doctor's shoulder, carefully avoiding the corrosive material the Doctor had dunked himself in. Ha, the Doctor thought he could defeat the Helmacrons with acid? They were the greatest of Helmacron warriors, trained specially for a mission like this! However, communicating with their ship had been cut off not too long ago. Did the Doctor destroy it? No, impossible, the might of the Helmacrons are unmatched! Victory!
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The sound of wheezing engines signaled the arrival of the TARDIS, causing some spooked Chadoo to scatter. The TARDIS materialized in a rare bit of flat ground on the Hork-Bajir homeworld, nestled between two giant roots of a tree. The Doctor opened the door and smiled, leading the Hork-Bajir out by the hand. He and his companions all had a fresh change of clothes. Amy wasn't sure, but she sensed shock and relief in the Hork-Bajir's expression at seeing its home again. It was one of the more beautiful planets Amy had ever been to. Giant trees that stretched up to the heavens, trees that made redwoods look like toothpicks. The ground was soft and had a gradual slope downwards, eventually leading into an area of blue mist. There were the sounds of alien wildlife all around her. The planet felt pure, untouched, perfect.
The Hork-Bajir took a look around, then back at the Doctor, pulling him in so they could press foreheads again. Finally, it bounded off, climbing the tree like a monkey, and was soon out of sight. The Doctor chuckled.
"Oh, what a beauty," he said. "Shame she'll never speak again, but at least she's home."
"It's terrible what they did to her," Rory agreed, just as taken by the planet as Amy was. "So, what do we do now? Hunt down whoever stole the Seventh Obelisk?"
"I'll do the hunting," the Doctor said. "You two still need a proper honeymoon!"
"Oi, you're not leaving us behind!" Amy said with a huff.
"Now, Amy, that's not fair to Rory." The Doctor winked. "Look, I know just the thing. A proper intergalactic cruise, sailing to thirty-five of the most beautiful vacation planets in the galaxy! I even have a coupon!" The Doctor pulled out a bit of paper and waved it about. "You two enjoy yourselves while I do some sleuthing." Amy sighed and smiled.
"Oh, all right." The three of them reentered the TARDIS, closing the door behind them.
"Right, just have to remember the coordinates for the Delta Spacelines station." The Doctor fiddled with a few knobs, punched a few numbers into the keyboard control panel, pressed down a lever and the TARDIS began to take off, its glass column moving up and down in rhythm with the noises of the engine. Eventually, the TARDIS stopped with a thud. "And here we are."
Rory opened the door, only to reveal empty space and stars. Thankfully, the TARDIS's air shield kept them from being sucked into the vacuum of space.
"Um, Doctor," Rory said. The Doctor walked up to the door and peered out, confused.
"No, this is the right place. I must have gotten the time coordinates wrong, we must be in a time before the station was built. Well, no matter, I can fix that easy." But before the Doctor could turn around to get back to the controls, a huge ship began to fly into view. It was hard to tell from here, but Rory assumed it was pretty large, about the size of a skyscraper. It was shaped a bit like a mushroom, with the stem being a collection of metal engines. The dome was another matter, it was transparent, and inside was what appeared to be an alien landscape. As the ship got closer, Rory and Amy could make out more and more details. Fields of multicolored grass, strange asparagus-looking trees, and several blue creatures, too small to make out clearly, running about. Amy turned to the Doctor, who was frowning. Actually, take that back, he looked like he was afraid.
"Doctor, what is it?" Amy asked.
"Andalites," the Doctor said. Yes, he was afraid.
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COMING NEXT
CHAPTER FOUR: SEEROW'S OTHER KINDNESS
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Clever how you got around the biofilter, should've seen that coming. I'm curious to find out why The Doctor would be afraid of Andalites...
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I could see the Andalites and the Gallifreyans getting along like two little girls at a tea party...the Boston Tea Party.
Subtle reference out of the way, I actually like this.
In a crossover, the killer for me is when the writer takes too much time introducing the characters to one another. It was cool with the Jetsons Meet the Flintstones because the audience is seeing all of the differences between the two families. In a story a lot more subtlety is needed and you have that skill for subtly blending the two universes together.
It never feels forced. And using the under lying plot of The Doctor being the only remaining time travelling guardian of the universe and effortlessly working the Hawjebran, the Hork-Bajir and the Gleet biofilters into the Whoverse was a stroke of genius.
To Zakryn: Patience my friend.
And "The boy Who Never Was" was Tobias. Hence why Tobias is a four year old boy and not the same age as the Animorphs. Poparena theorized in his follow up to the review of Animorphs Book 23: The Pretender that the Ellemist screwed with Elfangor and Loren's timeline pretty significantly to get Tobias in with the Animorphs. IE: Making Loren almost eighteen when she was closer to fourteen or fifteen in human years.
The chapter story reflects on some of Pop's observations, including Rachel's reactions to Tobias.
Oh and here's a link that explains Doctor Who pretty nicely to the uninitiated. http://blip.tv/sf-debris-opinionated-reviews/doctor-who-101-5123833 (http://blip.tv/sf-debris-opinionated-reviews/doctor-who-101-5123833)
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Chapter Four: Seerow's Other Kindness
My name is Rachel.
I can't tell you my last name or where I live. It's too dangerous. If the Yeerks ever found out, they'd look for us, they'd find us and they would make us their slaves. Believe me, that's not a good thing. Jake knows, he was a Controller for a little bit. I know, I just saw a future where the Yeerks had conquered Earth and I had become Visser Three's finest warrior. Perhaps the worst thing about being a Controller is being made something you're not, to be forced to do something that you would never do in a million years. Even if you're freed from Yeerk control, you still have blood on your hands, even if you were not the one to spill it.
It's a fate I wouldn't wish on anyone, especially those close to me. So, I have to be careful, careful not to leave any clues behind, because the Yeerks are looking for us, and as I looked down at the wreckage on the street below, I knew they would be looking for us even harder now.
Police cars and a fire truck surrounded what used to be the Kandrona, the source of Kandrona rays the Yeerks needed to survive. We had successfully fought our way into the Yeerk base inside the EGS Tower and had pushed the entire thing out a window, falling sixty stories to the ground below. Thankfully, it had been early, so there had been no pedestrians about. All six of us were perched on top of the building across the street from the EGS, watching the scene below with our superior bird vision.
<Do you think those cops are Controllers?> Cassie asked.
<I hope not. If this is the real police, then maybe some of that smashed alien technology might start circulating through the government and clue them off about the invasion,> Marco replied.
<I doubt this,> Ax said. <While the Kandrona is advanced technology when compared to Earth's, its individual parts are not.>
<They'll probably think its some kind of experimental tanning booth,> I said to no one in particular. Fire fighters were starting to drag pieces of the Kandrona into a dump truck.
<Still, even if they never figure out what that thing was, this... this feels good,> Jake said. He was right. It had been a few months since Elfangor has landed in the construction site and gave us the power to morph, but despite our efforts, we had only one success against the Yeerks, the destruction of a large supply ship, and that had been purely by accident, Tobias had managed to destroy just the right console at just the right time, and we all barely escaped with our lives. The destruction of the Kandrona was our first true victory, the first time we set out with a goal and succeeded. And it was a huge victory as well. It would take all of three weeks for the Yeerks to replace the Kandrona, which meant thousands of those little slugs were at risk of starving to death.
<Hey, who's that?> Tobias said. It took me a moment to figure out what he was looking at, but eventually I focused on three people who were making a mad dash for the front doors of the EGS Tower, trying to dodge police who were trying to keep them away from the wreckage. The man in the lead was wearing some kind of tweed jacket that looked to be a replica. The style was 1920s, but the jacket looked brand new. Following him was a beautiful red-headed woman and a young man. Now, those fashions looked fresh, like something ten years ahead of its time. They were holding hands, and even all the way up here, I could spot the tiny wedding rings on their fingers. The man in the lead dived between officers with a weird, awkward grace, like a drunken ballerina, clearing a path for the other two to get through.
Eventually, the three of them made it to the front doors and slipped inside. That was the last we saw of them.
<Weird,> Jake said.
<Controllers?> Cassie asked.
<Yeah, probably trying to get things under control,> Marco said. We watched for a few more minutes, but when it became clearly nothing else was going to happen, we flew off. We didn't know just how hard we had hurt the Yeerks, but we did know one thing: We were going to celebrate with milkshakes.
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second post here because i just found a reason to in this story!
i love the animorphs, and dr. who, and i'm loving this so much. although david tennent is my favorite doctor, i'm good with matt smith too, lol.
i eagerly look forward to the next chapter.
is this whole story going to involve multiple timelines/universes? if so, i'll have to reread because it gets confusing for me, lol.
edit to fix post # error..woops.
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Just have to say that I'm really enjoying this story. Doctor Who and Animorphs belong together. :-]
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Aaaaaand I'm back to this...longer parts to come during the weekend
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<So, what is it?>
<Hard to say. There is definitively some form of energy fluctuating from it, energy that would suggest...>
<Yes?>
<It has the same signatures as a super nova on the brink of implosion into a black hole.>
<What? How is that possible?>
<I don't know. Perhaps something is causing errors with the sensors.>
<Well, it's not a ship, it's too small. An escape pod, perhaps?>
<Perhaps. Or an explosive.>
<Yes. All right, grab in it in the tractor beam and hold it in place. We'll send a fighter in to examine it up close, but everyone, be prepared to jump into Z-Space at moment's notice.>
<Yes, Prince Alloran.>
<I'll say this much, though. I like the color.>
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This is probably my favorite Animorphs fanfic EVER. Crossover or otherwise! Getting two different realities at the same time? The Doctor AFRAID of Andalites? DUDE!
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So the Andalites have the TARDIS? This is going to be very interesting...
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I felt bad about not catching up on this fic. But this is one of those instances where taking a while to finish isn't such a bad thing, because then I don't have pages and pages of text to read.
This last entry makes me wish the [spoiler]Tardis was in a human body again. [/spoiler]
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(Do you still have the Dr. Who for beginners saved somewhere? I wouldn't mind reading it.)
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(Do you still have the Dr. Who for beginners saved somewhere? I wouldn't mind reading it.)
Sure, here you go:
[spoiler]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWvzOVTzjKg
WHO IS THE DOCTOR?
The Doctor is a 900+ year old alien from a race called the Time Lords, humanoids from the planet Gallifrey, more than 250 billion light years away from Earth. Using super advanced technology, the Time Lords became the masters of time, and ended up a race of observers, keeping a watch to make sure nothing threatened the existence of time, but doing little else, keeping a policy of non-interference. The Doctor hated the Time Lord lifestyle, he wanted to explore and have adventures, so one day, he stole on old out-of-date version of a TARDIS, the main Time Lord time machine, and became a renegade.
(http://reprog.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/doctors.jpg)
Like all Time Lords, the Doctor has the ability to regenerate. When he becomes mortally wounded, his cells renew and rewrite themselves, giving the Doctor a fresh body that looks totally different. This also effects his brain chemistry, so while he's still the same person with all the same memories, each version of the Doctor has their own quirks. Some versions are kinder than others, some are wittier, some are braver, but they're all still the same person. A Time Lord can regenerate a total of twelve times, giving him thirteen different bodies in total before he dies for good. The Doctor is currently on his eleventh body.
A BASIC DOCTOR TIMELINE:
The Doctor is ridiculed - Classic Doctor Who - BBC (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vTrOMcx0rUM#)
First Doctor: A wise-but-grumpy old man kind of character. Gets fed up with the Time Lord society and steals a TARDIS. However, the TARDIS is so old and ends up breaking, among other things, its dematerialistation circuit, meaning that the Doctor could no longer control where and when he'd end up (think of it as an early version of Sliders). The Doctor took up the habit of traveling with companions. He meets the Daleks and Cybermen, and after getting his life force sucked out, he regenerates into:
Second Doctor Explains Why He Ran Away (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYXp3YshsQg#)
Second Doctor: The cosmic hobo. The Doctor continues his random trips through time and space. However, he ends up in a mess far too big for him, so he's forced to call the Time Lords for help. They do, but the Doctor is captured and put on trial for his crimes, eventually being found guilty. He is sentenced to exile to 1970s Britain, his TARDIS made non-functional, making it so he can no longer trial. The Time Lords force him to regenerate as part of his punishment, turning him into:
Doctor Who: Jo Grant's first time in the TARDIS (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hqd-ogq-TYs#)
Third Doctor: A sophisticated man of science. The Doctor offers his service to a UN military unit called, er, UNIT as their scientific adviser. The Doctor crosses paths with another renegade Time Lord called the Master as well as the Autons and the Sontarans. The Time Lords begin to ask favors of the Doctor, and after he saves the Time Lords from a being known as Omega, they release him from his exile and give him the parts to repair his TARDIS, giving the Doctor full control over where he goes for the first time in the series. The Doctor makes a heroic sacrifice and becomes:
Doctor Who - The Face of Evil - Deadly Jelly Baby (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TydbZXR89EU#)
Fourth Doctor: A charming fun-loving fellow, all teeth and curls. The Doctor travels the universe with reckless abandoned, though he still gets called in to do the occasional favor for the Time Lords as a kind of probation. At one point, the Doctor saves Gallifrey from a Sontaran invasion, and is made the President of Gallifrey for it. He hates the job, and quickly abandons it. The Doctor eventually crosses paths with two near-omnipotent beings known as the White and Black Guardians, who are both warring over a powerful device known as the Key to Time. The Doctor ends up taking a bad fall and becomes:
The Fifth Doctor and the Cybermen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ejUkC6hog0Y#)
Fifth Doctor: A much more gentle Doctor. The Doctor continues to travel, but his life is shook up when one of his companions, Adric, is killed. He finally defeats the Black Guardian. He gets poisoned and turns into:
doctor who has a new face (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kX7sJRLpq30#)
Sixth Doctor: The most violent and egotistic of the Doctors. At one point, he's put on trial again, but this turns out to be a sham trial put up by a mysterious figure known as the Valeyard. The Doctor reveals the trial for what it is and is found not guilty this time. He gets attacked by another renegade Time Lord (or Time Lady, in this case) known as the Rani, regenerating into:
Doctor Who Classic Finale (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Ks8BA5psNM#)
Seventh Doctor: The chess master, a man who is always three steps ahead of his opponent. The Doctor eventually destroys the planet of Skaro, the home world of the Daleks, which kicks off the Dalek/Time Lord war. The Doctor is accidentally shot, becoming:
Doctor Who 1996- These Shoes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0JB_oKGb0w#)
Eighth Doctor: The perfect gentleman. During this time, the Dalek/Time Lord war threatens the entire universe, and the Doctor realizes the Time Lords have become truly corrupt. After using up every other option, the Doctor is forced to destroy both the Daleks and the Time Lords, making him the last of his kind. He regenerates into:
The Doctor Says No (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oYoLG_iP9Ec#)
Ninth Doctor: The mad bomber. This Doctor suffered a bit of shell-shock from the war and was just a tad mad. Over the course of time, however, he begins to recover from his survivors guilt, but it doesn't help when he discovers the Daleks weren't all destroyed after all. The Doctor regenerates with a smile into:
Fury of a Time Lord (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SC0NuBaliLs#)
Tenth Doctor: A nerdy bright fellow. The Doctor comes across the Weeping Angels. He falls in love with a woman named Rose, but she ends up trapped in another dimension. Eventually, he regenerates into:
Doctor Who- Eleven "I'm the doctor, basically, RUN!" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYaQVjF48eY#ws)
Eleventh Doctor: An old professor in a young man's body. At some point in the future, someone blows up the TARDIS, causing cracks to form around time and eat away at reality. The Doctor and his companions, Amy and Rory, end up rebooting the universe, Big Bang 2.0 if you will. More happens after that, but that's where my fanfic begins.
WHAT IS THE TARDIS?
(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y163/Kelsey_Dangelo/who%20finale/11tardis.jpg)
TARDIS is short for Time And Relative Dimension in Space. It is the main means of time travel for the Time Lords, teleporting itself to any point in space and time. The one the Doctor uses is a Type 40, an antique model that the Doctor stole from a museum. The TARDIS is powered by forming a link with an artificial black hole called the Eye of Harmony. Thanks to quantum mechanics, the TARDIS is bigger on the inside, in fact it's huge, with hundreds of different rooms including bedrooms, a library, a wardrobe, a swimming pool, a room full of nothing but butterflies, and several different control rooms.
The TARDIS is actually a living machine, the core of it grown from special Gallifrey coral. While unable to communicate, the TARDIS has something one might call a soul. The TARDIS has something called a chameleon circuit, a cloaking device that disguises its exterior to blend in with its surroundings. However, the one on the Doctor's TARDIS is broken, keeping it stuck in the form of a police box from 1963 (police boxes were miniature police stations used in the UK from the 19th century till the early 1970s).
WHO ARE AMY AND RORY?
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The Doctor has traveled with many companions over the years, the most recent of which are Amy Pond and Rory Williams. The Doctor had accidentally crashed his TARDIS into Amy's front yard in the early 90s, back when Amy was a child. The Doctor met and came to like Amy, and promised to take her on his travels, but a malfunction causes the TARDIS to jump ahead more than twelve years later. During that time, Amy is treated by psychologists who are convinced the Doctor is just a figment of Amy's imagination. She ends up dating a nurse named Rory, who asks her to marry him. Eventually, the Doctor returns, and both Amy (whom gains the nickname "The Girl Who Waited") and Rory become the Doctor's companions. At one point, Rory dies, but his soul is transplanted into a plastic body in Roman times (long story) and he ends up waiting more than two thousand years to reunite with Amy. Rory's body is restored with Big Bang 2.0, and the two of them finally get married, making them the first married couple to travel with the Doctor.
WHAT IS UNIT?
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United Nations Intelligence Taskforce. They'll be important later in the fanfic. Often an ally for the Doctor, UNIT was created in the last 1960s as a military force to investigate and fight off various alien invaders and the odd mad scientist. Think of them as the army version of the X-Files. From it's beginning to the 1980s, UNIT was led by the Doctor's close friend, Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart, who stepped down to the role of consultant afterwards.
WHAT IS TORCHWOOD?
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Think of Torchwood as UNIT's darker cousin. A purely Britain establishment, Torchwood is a secret organization who specializes in taking alien technology and adapting them for human use, usually to advance human weaponry. Unlike UNIT, Torchwood considers the Doctor an enemy.
WHO ARE THE DOCTOR'S GREATEST ENEMIES?
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Daleks- Space Nazies would be the short answer. Daleks are evil incarnate, an unstoppable military force whose mission is to destroy everything that isn't Dalek. Daleks are slimy genetically-engineered squid-like monsters who drive around in personal robotic tanks, armed with powerful laser weapons and protected by heavy armor and force fields. Daleks are not invincible, but are huge in number. Created on the planet Skaro as a weapon by a mad scientist named Davros, the Daleks ended up destroying their makers. However, power supply issues limited them from leaving their planet, a problem they eventually overcame, but nobody knows how (this will be important for the fanfic).
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Cybermen- Humanoids beings from a farway planet that were forced to replace their bodies with robotic parts to survive, but this caused them to lose their emotions, turning them into unfeeling creatures. Cybermen are kind of like an early version of the Borg, capable to turning anything they capture into fellow Cybermen.
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The Master- A fellow renegade Time Lord, who instead of seeking freedom and adventure like the Doctor when seeking power and immortality. Like all Time Lords, the Master has regenerated several times.
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Sontarans- Cloned super soldiers who love war. Not much to say beyond that, really.
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Autons- Alien beings of living plastic.
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Krotons- Alien beings of living crystal.
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Weeping Angels- When you look at them, they turn into stone statues of angels. However, if you turn your back or blink, they start to move again. Weeping Angels feed off time energy, and their touch can send someone to a random point in time.
WHAT IS THE SONIC SCREWDRIVER?
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Sonic screwdrivers are the main tools of the Doctor. He's used several over the years, each with different functions. Sonic screwdrivers mainly alter things with sound waves, allowing the Doctor to undue screws remotely, unlock both standard and electronic locks, and interfere with electronic gadgets. More advanced models can scan energy fields and be used as beacons.
And that should do it for ya'. If you have any other questions, don't be afraid to ask. :)[/spoiler]
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Nice Doctor Who intro there, you picked the perfect video for the Eleventh Doctor. It's one of my favourite scenes and a perfect way to introduce new fans to the awesomeness of The Doctor. A man who can scare off an alien invasion fleet by reputation alone is not a bloke to mess with!