CHAPTER FOURTEEN: NEXT TIME…

Before Brittany even knew what she was doing, her finger had plunged into the centre of the button.


Brittany secretly crossed he fingers behind her back. "Uh, yes sir. It was an emergency sir."

I'm sure it was, captain, but if you hadn't realised by now, we are trapped inside our own base. With the enemy I might add."


"This is what I am, Doctor. I can see the whole of creation; I can see the threads that bind it all together. I don't think you ever understood that."


"This war continues," the warleader stated, the Thoraln turning away. "Power up the phase cannons."


"I know you're not who you say you are –"

"But how?" Brittany interjected.

The Sergeant waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn't matter. I would rather not tell the General though, so I want you to do something for me."

"Name it."

"I need you to find the Doctor."


"Ready missile silo five," Miller growled, "because I'll be damned if I let those furry bastards have a victory."

"But you can't!" Jake objected vehemently. "That's an antimatter missile. The explosion could backlash and wipe out half the continent."

"A necessary sacrifice."


The only thing the Doctor could think of was the pain. It attacked his whole body mercilessly, an unrelenting force intent on draining him of his very life force, just to power a ship waging a war that by all rights shouldn't even exist. In a kind of detached, emotionless way, the Doctor knew that if he wasn't released soon, he would be forced to regenerate.


The Doctor and Brittany will return in Thoraln Conspiracy. Tune in next week, folks!