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Staggering Stories Commentary #211: Doctor Who – World Enough and Time
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 18 Feb 2018 09:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, pained, in front of the 2017 Doctor Who S10 episode, ‘World Enough and Time’, and spout our usual nonsense! Bill’s innards are feeling a bit of a draft, Razor is channeling Zathras and the Doctor is taking years to do anything. But enough of […]


Staggering Stories Podcast #282: Lighting Up Leicester
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 11 Feb 2018 09:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith, the Real Keith Dunn and Scott Fuller review the 2013 Big Finish Doctor Who 50th anniversary story ‘The Light at the End’, discuss their visit to the Doctor Who convention ‘Science of the Time Lords’, find some general news, and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 […]


Staggering Stories Commentary #210: Babylon 5 – The Wheel of Fire
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 04 Feb 2018 09:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, bargaining, in front of the Season 5 Babylon 5 episode ‘The Wheel of Fire’, and spout our usual nonsense! G’Kar has become a cult, Delenn has a parasite and Lochley finally does something. But enough of their problems, please sit down with us to […]


Staggering Stories Podcast #281: Ruler of Swindon (or maybe Sweden?)
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 28 Jan 2018 09:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins, Fake Keith and the Real Keith Dunn discuss our Top Ten 2017 Films, review the 2017 Big Finish Doctor Who boxset ‘The New Adventures of Bernice Summerfield, Vol. 4 – Ruler of the Universe’, find some general news, and a variety of other stuff, specifically: 00:00 – Intro and […]


Staggering Stories Commentary #209: Doctor Who – The Eaters of Light
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 21 Jan 2018 10:55

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Andy Simpkins and Keith Dunn sit down, consuming, in front of the 2017 Doctor Who S10 episode, ‘The Eaters of Light’, and spout our usual nonsense! Bill has fallen down a hole (again), Nardole is getting inked up and Kar is fending off a demon. But enough of their problems, please […]


Staggering Stories Podcast #280: Welcome to the Annual Predictability
by Staggering Stories Podcast
Sun, 14 Jan 2018 09:00

Summary: Adam J Purcell, Fake Keith, Jean Riddler, the Real Keith Dunn and Scott Fuller discuss Capaldi’s best Doctor Who bits, review the film Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle, come up with our Predictions, Hopes and Dreams, and Fears for 2018, see how wrong we were about our Predictions for 2017, find some general news, […]

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Doctor Who: Royal Oak, Chapter Nine

By Hrolf Douglasson


“Yon… thing… canna move, Doctor,” whispered Tam as he hurried to the Time Lord’s side. “So if there’s another place we have tae gae tae… who’s in there doin’ all th’ work?”

“Probably more Slabs,” ruminated the Doctor, rubbing his chin. “But they’re not up to delicate work – or not without direction, at any rate.” He turned and looked back at the forlorn remnants of the Dalek. “Pitiful, isn’t it?” he murmured. “Just sitting there, unable to move, unable to stop us… unless…”

He suddenly ran back to the alien creature’s side. “You’re not planning on calling for help now, are you?” he asked accusingly. His head darted around like a cormorant looking for prey. Then he reached into the battered casing and dug around amid the slime and machinery. “I’ll just disconnect this…” he jerked something loose in the depths of the Dalek, bringing a squawk of protest from the creature. “And I think I’ll take that as well.” He withdrew his hand and looked almost happily at the slime and muck that covered it. “Now: that should’ve stopped you communicating with your little friends, shouldn’t it?” He turned back to Tam. “This ought to have disconnected the Slabs upstairs, too. I just hope none of your friends have suffered in the meantime.”

“They’ll be fine,” said Tam uncertainly. “Let’s get this finished, eh?”

The Doctor nodded approvingly. “Good man.” He jerked his head towards yet another doorway.

Tam had no idea what he had been expecting to find: vague thoughts of hospital-like surroundings seemed appropriate, with clean walls and lots of pipes and tubes and… stuff. Instead, he faced a partly-dismembered human corpse, just tossed on the floor without care, with a handful of grubby buckets and what looked like seed-trays clustered around it. They appeared to hold slices of flesh taken from the body – until Tam looked closer, and noticed that some of them appeared to have vestigial tentacles similar to those on the creature they had just left. Against one wall on a single ancient table were a handful of plastic containers with chemicals in them; lengths of plastic tube ran from some of these containers into some of the buckets holding what looked like more advanced specimens. A Slab stood motionless with a scalpel in its hand. The Doctor noted that last detail with satisfaction.

“Right then,” he said as he surveyed the scene. “We appear to have arrived at an early stage,” he went on, as much to himself as to Tam. “These are… well, they’re not really anything yet: just human DNA grafted onto Dalek – or maybe the other way round? Hard to tell; they’re very undeveloped. And they certainly don’t pose any threat to us… yet we have to dispose of them.”

“How’s that then, when you wouldna’ let me jus’ kill that other thing?”

“Even the Dalek eventually accepted it had no purpose,” answered the Doctor grimly. “It was developed enough to acknowledge its own free will; these things haven’t grown enough to even have much of a brain of their own yet. So the same rule doesn’t apply; besides, if these samples are left to grow and develop unhindered, they’ll just take up where their parent through there left off – and then it won’t just be the Orkney Islands that are in trouble. Do you want to have the death of your entire species on your hands, Tam?”

The farmer looked reluctantly into one of the buckets. “It moved!” he gasped as he jerked backwards suddenly. “It waved one of its… limbs…”

“That seals it, then,” replied the Doctor. “They have to be destroyed. Embryonic movement suggests embryonic brains after all; embryonic brains grow into big, real brains – and there’s not enough human tissue in there to let me even hope that those brains will be human. We’re looking at the next generation of Daleks, and these ones won’t be so crippled as the one in the other room.”

Tam reached into his boilersuit and pulled out a cheap lighter. “I reckon there’s enough chemical in here to start a fire,” he said uncertainly. “Don’t go tellin’ me these things would be immune to bein’ burned…”

The Doctor shook his head. “Fire is good,” he said curtly. “Fire is good.”

 

Royal Oak: Chapter Ten - The Finale!