New, New TardisBuilders!
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Quote from: undefinedA Target BookPublished in 1990by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Plc26 Grand Union Center,338 Ladbroke Grove London W10 SA11Novelisation copyright © Philip Martin, 1990Original script copyright © Philip Martin, 1985'Doctor Who' series copyright © British BroadcastingCorporation, 1985, 1990Printed and bound in Great Britain byCox & Wymann Ltd, Reading, BerksISBN 0 426 20347 x
Quote from: undefined'I know of only one circumstance that might allowTARDIS takeover; switch on the scanner, Peri.'Dutifully, Peri obeyed, then started with fear as thescreen cleared to reveal the image of a gloomy looking facewith a long nose, the eyes of an angry ferret and wearing atop hat whose brim was encircled with a purple band ofcloth once much favoured by Victorian undertakers. Theyellow hued skin wrinkled, as thin lips spread into asneering grimace.'Greetings, dears, how kind to answer my call sopromptly. Do identify yourselves, your TARDIS seemsfamiliar but names never were my strong point.'SpoilerPeri waited for the Doctor's reply, her eyes remainingfixed on the strange apparition. When no reply came sheturned and saw, to her amazement, the Doctor cowering onhis knees at the base of the TARDIS control panel,trembling and sweating with fear.'Doctor, what are you doing?''Shut up, Peri. He mustn't see me!''Who...?' Peri dropped down beside the terrified Doctor.'What is it? Why are you shivering?''Don't let him see me!''Doctor...' Peri started, only to be interrupted by abooming laugh from the screen.'Did I hear "Doctor"? Is it the Doctor I have drawn tome?' The laugh became more strident, forcing the Doctorto thrust his fingers into his ears in panic and close hiseyes, as if he were a frightened child.'I'm not here. I'm not here. I'm not here!' the Doctorchanted as if the words would form a spell that wouldrelease him from whatever fear had possessed him.'Oh, stop it, you big baby!' Peri cried in exasperationand jumped to her feet. 'Who are you?' she demanded ofthe sinister figure on the screen.Once again the narrow lips parted into a contemptuoussneer. The voice, deep and mocking, called across theTARDIS control room.'Doctor! You cowardly snivelling little sneak. Stand upat once!'With horrified fascination Peri saw her companion haulhimself to his feet like a chastened schoolboy.'Sorry,' the Doctor muttered at the screen.'Sorry? Sorry was never enough to pardon such a boy.Grovelling! Errant!''Sorry, Anzor, sorry even so.'The cadaverous yellow skull now seemed to dominateevery corner of the control room.'Gather yourself, Doctor.' The voice of Anzor haddeveloped a grating authority. 'Collect your inferior wits.Listen to me. Your TARDIS is to be set into transreplicatormode instantly.''I... I...' the Doctor began to stutter. Then he cried infear as Anzor showed a short blue rod with a glowingorange tip.'Remember this, Doctor?' Anzor's voice dripped withoily menace. 'Must I revive your memory of mygalvanizer?''Yes, I... I... mean no, Anzor; just doing it. Sorry...sorry!' His fingers clawed hurriedly at the combination ofswitches demanded by Ansor.Peri stared open-mouthed at the Doctor. She was usedto his asperity, but this abject terror was just too much forher. On a sudden impulse she turned the switch thatcontrolled the screen. With a fading roar the image ofAnzor disappeared. Horrified, the Doctor turned on her.'You've done it now, you have... it wasn't me, Anzor,honest, it was Peri!' As if to mirror Anzor's rage theTARDIS began to shake and shudder as if pummelled by ameteorite storm. Desperately Peri and the Doctor clung toeach other.'What's happened? Doctor? What did I do?''Antagonised Anzor! You're for it you are, Peri, youwait. He'll take his galvanizer to you!'The vibrations became intolerable. The TARDISseemed about to buckle from the forces being exerted on itsstructure.'We're being shaken to pieces!' Peri cried out, holdingher hands to her ears.'That's the trans-replicator mode. Through its use oneTARDIS can replace another in space. Useful for repairs orobtaining a replacement immediately.''You're letting that undertaker freak swap with us, justlike that?'The Doctor looked away, shifting his gaze uneasily.'You don't understand. Anzor will have his reasons.''This Anzor, who is he?''You'll find out,' the Doctor said grimly. As if toemphasize his words the shaking steadied to a lowmalevolent ripple of constant movement, as if building forone final convulsion.'Anzor is a Time Lord,' the Doctor added. 'The son of aformer council leader. I haven't seen him for aeons. Backin my childhood he used to dominate all our lives.''Do you admire him?''No. Not admire exactly.''Fear then?''No. At school, on Gallifrey... the class of the fourthmillennium. Anzor was the... what's the word?''School bully?''Shush! He might be listening!'The Doctor's obvious cowardice provoked Peri'sfighting spirit. 'Let him!' she said and slammed down theswitch to bring back the scanner screen. A dazzling starfield appeared. When their sight adjusted to the screenthey saw. two planets in close proximity to each other.Poised between the two blue and white worlds was aspacecraft floating motionless in space.'That's Anzor's ship?' Peri pointed.'His TARDIS? No.' Thoughtfully the Doctor tried thenavigational controls. Neither response nor movementcould be detected.'I think Anzor has been trapped in a force field -probably caused by that starship.''They dragged us here then?''No. Only another Time Lord could do that byactivating the distress attraction signal. That's what pulledus through space and time: Anzor's call.'Peri stared at the Doctor, slowly realizing theimplication of his words.'We're taking his place. Held hostage by that ship. Westay until we can attract another TARDIS. Great! The lastone stays for evermore!''No. We can't do that. We can't attract anotherTARDIS. Only Gallifreyan Council ships have thatemergency compulsion facility. Anzor must be on amission. Amazing that: I mean, he used to make me do hisnavigational homework. Didn't know his vectors from hisvelocities.''A dunce as well as a bully. What a jerk. Why didn't youstand up to him, Doctor?''Easy for you. You're a girl.' The Doctor grimaced at asudden memory. 'Somebody stood up to him - Cheevah,his name was. Anzor sealed him in a block of crystal anddropped him from a great height into the school yard.''Very funny.' Peri spoke witheringly.'We had to pretend it was or get a shock from that orbstickof his.''Doctor, get us out of here. I've heard enough of thisAnzor creep!'The Doctor's face showed his horrified reaction to Peri'sincautious words.'Shush!' he admonished, looking at the screen as if thebully might reappear at any moment. Peri pouted - a suresign she was at the end of her patience.'Creep. Creep. Anzor is a creep!'In an agony of apprehension the Doctor closed his eyes,as if waiting for an invisible blow to fall. When nothinghappened Peri nudged him. 'Nothing's up, Doc, relax.Grow up and start thinking about freeing us from limbo.'With a shake of his shoulders the Doctor tried to thrustaway the memories of past terrors and to concentrate onthe screen. At first his gaze was unsteady, as if he expectedto be confronted again by Anzor; when the star fieldremained steady before him he began to concentrate fullyon the motionless spacecraft.'I've seen that ship. Somewhere. Long time ago or atleast a similar model...' Adjusting the scanner to a sharperfocus brought an enlarged view of the craft. 'It's survivedquite a few flights and battles - look at the repairs... scars...and the weaponry - they're firing, Peri.''Who are they firing at?' said Peri, realizing that thewaves of disturbed vision she was experiencing were due tothe distorting effect of power transference.'I don't know. It must be directed down at the planetbelow. Some sort of sonic cannon, I think - certainly amassive power bombardment. At least it isn't aimed at us,not yet. We must get clear, Peri, before they turn theirfirepower upon us.''What have I just been saying?' Peri said withexasperation, watching the Doctor fiddling with thecontrols of the TARDIS without the slightest effect.'How are we...?' she started.'To escape? That answer will become absolutelyobvious...' the Doctor paused, a small gleam of his usualhigh spirits returning.'... as soon as we can think of it.'[close]
Quote from: undefinedThe blasted gnarled tree trunk completed its appearance,its branches clawing towards the pink dome of the palaceceiling. Sil, carried by the women attendants, came to restbefore what he hoped would be the entrance to the object.A panel opened silently and a tall, sombrely dressed figurestepped from inside the tree, doffing his top hat so that itspurple band could swirl impressively.'My dear!' Sil cried, It's been ages. Thoros Beta, wasn'tit?''Probably,' Anzor said non-committally, his eyes takingin the opulent furnishings of Sil's apartment with faintdisapproval of such ostentation.'I've been waiting many days for your arrival, my dearAnzor.'
Quote from: undefinedThe ancient oak that was the exterior of Anzor's TARDISresisted the initial attempts at entry, but when Jarmaya'sring was unsheathed and pointed at the bully he agreed toopen up without any further fuss. The examiner groupentered the TARDIS and found a control room madeuntidy by discarded items of sombre clothing. Zandusiawent to the panel that housed the TARDIS controls. Hergaze was one of intense excitement. Turning to Jarmayashe said: 'Imagine what time travel would mean to us.Imagine the power for good it would give.''Yes, Rana.''The two Time Lords, they must show us the means oftime travel.'
Quote from: undefinedRana Zandusia looked around at the gathering that hadassembled inside Anzor's TARDIS. SpoilerJarmaya and Ulemawaited respectfully behind her with two attendants holdingray-sticks in case of disturbance. Sil was greedily taking inevery detail of the control systems, while the two TimeLords stood glowering at each other. 'Let us try to travelthrough the fabric of time, shall we?' she said softly.'Wait a minute,' the Doctor said. 'Anzor can't drive -he's the worst navigator imaginable. You might wish to goback to primordial slime with him but I don't.''I wouldn't tell them anything of importance,' Anzorsnorted. 'You're to blame, Doctor Blabbermouth!''Me!' the Doctor cried. 'Who was it let them into theTARDIS? That's forbidden, and you know it!''I wanted to save damage to my door, that's all!' Anzorretorted. The two Time Lords glared at each other, theDoctor slowly overcoming his long held fear of the schoolbully.'This will sound wonderful in your report back to theCouncil of Gallifrey. Lost - one TARDIS.''It isn't lost yet, Doctor.'The Doctor continued to stare at Anzor, his voicestrengthening as he realized that the fear he had felt sincehis schooldays was no longer necessary.'Tell these women, Anzor. Tell them about how yourTARDIS operates and they will give the details to someonelike Sil. He will develop a process of mass production andbring about wilful distortion of the continuum of time.'Sil laughed delightedly at such a prospect. Anzorscowled at the Doctor ferociously. But before he couldreply Rana Zandusia intervened. 'You also spoke to us,Doctor, before our brain intersector, Ulema, failed throughlack of concentrated attention.'Anzor laughed. 'Blabbed did he? What did he blababout? Let me see!' Anzor reached for a printout sheet heldby Ulema, who moved away from his clutching hand.'Let him see.' Zandusia ordered. The sheet was handedto Anzor, who scanned it rapidly with an expression ofscornful glee.'Hah! You accuse me, Doctor, you talk of me... It's here,the formula for time travel!''Let me...' the Doctor stared at the sheet and turned,with an expression of dismay, to Ulema. 'How did youobtain this?'Ulema smiled with enjoyment. 'You thought you wereso clever! When I was in your mind I could visualize whatyou were suppressing. I recalled it all later after your littlemoment of triumph.'The Doctor bowed in acknowledgement. Sil clapped hishands, making a wet slapping sound. 'Let us test theDoctor's information!'An assistant stepped forward, took the print-out andturned to Rana Zandusia for permission to continue. Thetall ruler nodded almost imperceptibly, and the assistantbegan to make a series of adjustments to the settings.Intent on translating the details of the formula, the youngattendant had placed her ray-stick on the console top andAnzor saw the opportunity. With a sudden dartingmovement he grabbed the stick and fumbled with itscontrol trigger, sending a searing ray of energy thatnarrowly missed the Doctor. Scattering in panic the partyof women retreated through the door of the TARDIS. Onlythe Doctor stood his ground. 'Anzor, please listen to me.''Shut up, Doctor, you are cluttering up my TARDIS!''Anzor, listen!''No. It is your turn to do that. Sorry I can't administerthe beating you deserve, but when I get back to Gallifrey, Iwill blacken your name for all time.' Anzor began to laughwith malice and enjoyment.The Doctor tried to interrupt once more.'Please...''Out!' Anzor gestured with the energy weapon.The Doctor eyed the ray-stick nervously. Raising hishands in a gesture of surrender, he backed out of theTARDIS. The gnarled door panel closed on Anzor'sgloating face, grinning at him with malicious triumph.Shaking his head the Doctor turned away as the party ofangry women led by Zandusia and Sil surrounded him.Before anyone could speak the trumpeting sound ofdematerialization filled the room. Terrified, the womenbacked away.'What?' Zandusia cried in fear.'TARDIS dematerialization,' the Doctor said.'Then your friend has escaped.'The Doctor looked around at the distraught faces abouthim.'Not really. I played a trick - a double bluff. Ulema, Iknew you had registered that formula, taken it from mymind. Those instructions were designed to take Anzor'sTARDIS on a very slow ride back to the beginning of time.I thought that was the best solution, to take Anzor'sTARDIS out of your reach for ever.'Ulema was stunned. 'But Anzor can halt your setting.He can change course, surely?'The Doctor looked thoughtfully at the space where theancient oak had stood.'I doubt it. He's not a skilled navigator. Ah, well, he cantry bullying molluscs and pterodactyls, or make a study ofmesozoic slime mould,' the Doctor said cheerfully.[close]