Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor
Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor
Doctor Who: The Wounded Earth - The History of the Doctor
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Chris McKeon<br />
DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH<br />
‘Take cover!’ <strong>the</strong> Brigadier shouted, at once <strong>the</strong> ready warrior. He and Benton drew<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir side arms and aimed at <strong>the</strong> nearest Sea Devil, but before exchange <strong>of</strong> fire commenced<br />
<strong>the</strong> creature raised its hands and spoke, its tight, moist lips barely moving and its voice<br />
warbling as if sounding from deep beneath <strong>the</strong> ocean.<br />
‘Wait! Do not fire your weapons upon us. We come to your race with peaceful<br />
intent.’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Brigadier half-turned and glanced up towards <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong>. He knew <strong>the</strong> Time<br />
Lord, or at least his predecessor, had faced this underwater species before while visiting <strong>the</strong><br />
Master at Stagmoor Prison several years earlier. Lethbridge-Stewart himself and UNIT had<br />
only been involved after <strong>the</strong> incident to hunt <strong>the</strong> escaped villain, and <strong>the</strong>refore had not<br />
directly encountered <strong>the</strong> Sea Devils, but <strong>the</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> had informed him <strong>the</strong>y were an aquatic<br />
bro<strong>the</strong>r race to <strong>the</strong> Silurians. <strong>The</strong> Brigadier thought if <strong>the</strong> two races were anything alike that<br />
could only mean trouble, but for once he had no previous experience with a known enemy<br />
combatant, and he never liked to guess at <strong>the</strong> unknown. <strong>The</strong>re was only one way to know<br />
for certain what to do next.<br />
‘Well, <strong>Doctor</strong> Can we trust <strong>the</strong>m’<br />
<strong>The</strong> <strong>Doctor</strong> stood tall and grave as he glared at <strong>the</strong> lead Sea Devil, but in his mind he<br />
knew <strong>the</strong> present climate was too grave to gauge <strong>the</strong> situation with old wounds, especially if<br />
inflicted upon a different body.<br />
‘Trust <strong>the</strong>m No. But we ought to listen to what <strong>the</strong>y have to say.’ He <strong>the</strong>n directed<br />
his words to <strong>the</strong> spokesman Sea Devil. ‘All right <strong>the</strong>n. You’ve got a chance to keep peace<br />
between us – don’t waste it. Agreed’<br />
<strong>The</strong> Sea Devil slowly lowered its weapon hand and hooked <strong>the</strong> device upon <strong>the</strong><br />
barnacle-crusted belt around its waist.<br />
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