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Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH ‘Yes, I’m inclined to agree with the Brigadier,’ Sarah Jane added. ‘I mean, it’s very cold out there, and with so much water pressure, and what if this underwater volcano decides to erupt all of sudden, or some of that green fluid makes it to the surface, or -’ ‘Brigadier, Sarah Jane, I don’t plan on dying today, so don’t fuss! Besides, I’ve survived Krakatoa! Now get back to the command module; this suit has videolink which I’ve keyed into the Sea Devils’ communications system. You should see and hear everything I do.’ The Doctor leaned close and spoke with a conspiratorial whisper. ‘So keep your eyes and ears open.’ The Doctor gave his friends a curt nod and then placed the suit’s helmet over his head and fastened its safety catches. Then through the oblong transparency of the helmet’s visor, he flashed them a friendly smile, before promptly turning to a wall-mounted panel and toggling one of its two large grey buttons. The airlock’s inner hatchway rolled open and the Doctor stepped through. The hatch promptly re-sealed after him. Through the glass of the hatch, the Brigadier and Sarah Jane saw the Time Lord toggle a similar button system on the airlock wall, and the chamber filled with seawater. Once filled, the outer door to the airlock cracked open and for a moment the Doctor floated in the dark water, suspended motionless like a puppet without a master. Then he threw them a hearty wave, heaved a strong kick with his legs, and shot out into the ocean. It was then both the Brigadier and Sarah Jane realised the Doctor had forgotten to say good-bye. The two friends watched the Doctor swim through the dark waters for as long as they could see his long-boned figure. After the darkness of the deep claimed their visual contact, Sarah Jane and turned away from the portal’s viewer. She and the Brigadier left the inner airlock chamber and began to make their way back to the seeker’s control module. All was silent within the ancient craft, save for the rumbling drone of the ship’s intricate engines and the creak of the metal hull resisting the massive underwater pressure pushing against all sides of the craft. And then an alarm began to wail. PAGE 42
Chris McKeon DOCTOR WHO: THE WOUNDED EARTH A couple of minutes later Sarah Jane and the Brigadier reached the command deck after hurrying through the bowels of the ship. The seeker’s forward module’s communication system was flooded and overloading with incoming signals garbling one another for dominance. Ichtar bent over a scanning device. ‘There is a massive embolism transpiring across the planet’s entire electromagnetic spectrum. Weather patterns are fluctuating globally.’ On the other side of the command module Decrix scanned a large read-out screen. ‘There are seismic shifts occurring upon every continental mass, beneath most ocean beds. The rate is building.’ ‘There’s more, sir,’ Benton interjected, standing from his communication post and hurrying over to hand the Brigadier a UNIT two-way radio. ‘Reports from the lads back at UNIT HQ Geneva: they say there are reports of Stahlmann’s Gas breaking the surface all over the world, from cave systems, volcanoes, sea vents, even the Grand Canyon in America! It’s all gone mad, sir. The Earth’s bleeding and we can’t stop it.’ Without warning the seeker’s communication system cleared and a voice filtered through the central speaker. The voice was thin and rasping, but the Brigadier and his associates recognised him immediately. It was the voice of the Master. He spoke like an old friend greeting long-lost relatives. ‘My dear Brigadier, Mr. Benton, Lieutenant Colonel Yates, Miss Smith, and the ill-qualified Dr. Sullivan. How sweet it is to see you all once more. Please don’t concern yourselves wondering how I can eavesdrop on your present location, just know that I can.’ As Decrix and Ichtar organised the Sea Devil crew to investigate the source of the intruding transmission, the people the Master’s intended audience clustered around the main communication terminal. The Brigadier barked a reply. ‘You fiend. What are you doing here’ ‘Tut, tut, Brigadier, is that any way to speak to your betters I am a Baron these days after all.’ PAGE 43
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