MellowYellow
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
The Cybermen had taken on a myriad of forms over the many thousand years he had fought them, from the Mondasians, to the Telosians and lastly the Cybus Cybermen. One thing remained consistent in all forms of Cyberman- they were exceedingly dangerous. It seemed that was something his 12th incarnation had remembered all too late at the end of his line.
It was supposed to be a routine trip with Clara- with her coming on the heels of some break-up he had wanted to take her on a wild adventure that would get her smiling. A trip to see mankind's first ever Dyson Sphere, being constructed around the star called Manifold. It had been fun and cool to see... for about ten minutes until a group of cyber-ships appeared, hoping to draw the energy from that same star for themselves.
Both of them were seperated by the roaming squads of steel monsters, forced to flee to different parts of the station. The Doctor, try as he might, hadn't been able to stop himself getting struck in the gut with a lethal electric burst. In his final moments he had killed his cyborg assailant, and then he was struck with the golden energy burst of a new regeneration.
It took some time for his brain to rewire itself, but once it did he took in a sharp gasp and jumped to his feet. "Whoa! Spry this time! Welcome change from bein' an old man again... is that my voice? Damn growly... did I swallow gravel..." He looked down at himself, brushed some ash off his lightly burnt suit. "Agh... this'll have to go. Soon as I get back to the TARDIS... wasn't there someone else on that? Oh right! My sweet impossible girl... I better go get her before the Cybermen make her all... metal-y."
He plucked his sonic screwdriver up off the cold metal ground, walked on and then took a brief moment to check his reflection. He looked good... young again, though a bit scruffier than those other squeaky clean lads. He kind of liked it actually...
With a wry grin he took off, jogging down the length of the metal corridor. With any luck Clara had found herself a secure hiding spot.
It was supposed to be a routine trip with Clara- with her coming on the heels of some break-up he had wanted to take her on a wild adventure that would get her smiling. A trip to see mankind's first ever Dyson Sphere, being constructed around the star called Manifold. It had been fun and cool to see... for about ten minutes until a group of cyber-ships appeared, hoping to draw the energy from that same star for themselves.
Both of them were seperated by the roaming squads of steel monsters, forced to flee to different parts of the station. The Doctor, try as he might, hadn't been able to stop himself getting struck in the gut with a lethal electric burst. In his final moments he had killed his cyborg assailant, and then he was struck with the golden energy burst of a new regeneration.
It took some time for his brain to rewire itself, but once it did he took in a sharp gasp and jumped to his feet. "Whoa! Spry this time! Welcome change from bein' an old man again... is that my voice? Damn growly... did I swallow gravel..." He looked down at himself, brushed some ash off his lightly burnt suit. "Agh... this'll have to go. Soon as I get back to the TARDIS... wasn't there someone else on that? Oh right! My sweet impossible girl... I better go get her before the Cybermen make her all... metal-y."
He plucked his sonic screwdriver up off the cold metal ground, walked on and then took a brief moment to check his reflection. He looked good... young again, though a bit scruffier than those other squeaky clean lads. He kind of liked it actually...
With a wry grin he took off, jogging down the length of the metal corridor. With any luck Clara had found herself a secure hiding spot.