142 - Doctor Who - The Mutation of Time

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The Daleks’ Masterplan is well under way. With the Time

Destroyer, the most deadly machine ever devised, they will

conquer the Universe. Only one person stands in their way—

the Doctor. For he has stolen the precious Taranium core

which is vital to activate the machine.

Travelling through Time and Space, the doctor and his

companions are forever on the move in case the Daleks

track them down.

But after several months, to their horror, the TARDIS

indicates that they are being followed...

ISBN 0 426 20344 5

DOCTOR WHO

THE DALEKS’

MASTERPLAN -

PART II

THE MUTATION

OF TIME

Based on the BBC television series by Dennis Spooner and

Terry Nation by arrangement with BBC Books, a division of

BBC Enterprises Ltd

JOHN PEEL

Number 142 in the

Target Doctor Who Library

A TARGET BOOK

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Plc

A Target Book

Published in 1989

by the Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Plc

Sekforde House, 175/9 St John Street, London EC1V 4LL

1965

Corporation 1965, 1989

The BBC producer of The Daleks’ Masterplan was Verity Lambert

The director was Douglas Camfield

The role of the Doctor was played by William Hartnell

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading

ISBN 0 426 20344 5

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way

of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise

circulated without the publisher’s prior consent in any form of

binding or cover other than that in which it is published and

without a similar condition including this condition being

imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

CONTENTS

1 The Nightmare Continues

2 The Feast of Steven

3 The Toast of Christmas Past

4 Failure

5 Volcano

6 Land of the Pharaohs

7 Golden Death

8 Into the Pyramid

9 Hostages

10 Escape Switch

11 The Abandoned Planet

12 The Secret of Kembel

13 Beginning of the End

14 The Destruction of Time

15 The Nightmare is Ended

The Nightmare Continues

Sara Kingdom awoke with a cry, sitting upright in her bed. For a

few seconds, she did not recall where she was. Her heart was

beating furiously, and she was still shocked from her nightmare.

Gradually, as she huddled in the blankets, the room began to

make sense to her. By her bed stood the cabinet with the ornate

Tiffany lamp – lit. She had reverted almost to childhood

recently, and found she could not sleep in the dark any longer.

The nightmares seemed to cluster about her then, and she

couldn’t face that.

It was her old, familiar room in the TARDIS, the one she’d

occupied for several months now – though in this erratic,

wandering space and time-machine any measure of the passage

of time was somewhat uncertain and subjective. Still, this room

was the closest thing she had known to a home since her

childhood, when she and Bret had...

She bit back that train of thought, not wishing to bring back

the memories of her dead brother, or of the recurring

nightmare. She knew she would never get back to sleep now, so

she rose and showered. Feeling somewhat better after this, she

paused to select her clothing. Despite the large wardrobe that

the Doctor had found for her in one of his voluminous store-

rooms, she dressed in the inevitable black cat-suit that she had

worn since she had met the Doctor and Steven. The emblem of

the Special Security Service was emblazoned on the shoulders,

and she felt better wearing the old, familiar uniform of the SSS.

Both the Doctor and Steven had long since given up trying

to persuade her to wear anything else.

She left her room, and walked almost silently through the

corridors of the TARDIS. Her years of training as a special agent

had ingrained the habit into her system. She moved like a ghost

through the deserted corridors, back towards the main area of

the ship. She paused in the small alcove that held the food

machine long enough to dial herself a steaming cup of coffee,

then moved on to the main control room.

As always, the Doctor was hunched over the controls,

nursing them, clucking in mild irritation when one showed any

deviation from what he believed it should read. It was ironic,

really, since he had no idea how to control the ship once it was in

flight. The Doctor had never bothered to settle down and learn

how to operate this machine, claiming that he preferred the life

of an idle wanderer. She often wondered of this was the real

reason, or whether there was more to it. The Doctor let out

information about himself as rarely as he could. His past was

virtually a uniform blank both to Sara and to Steven Taylor, the

other member of the TARDIS party.

The Doctor had little cause to criticize her wearing the same

outfit continually, Sara thought - for his own virtually never

varied. He was dressed in the chequered trousers, frock-coat and

wing-collared shirt that he always wore, and the tie knotted

about his neck was as irregular as ever. His long cloak and silver-

topped walking stick were on the coat-stand by the exit doors,

along with his silk scarf and furry hat, should they be required.

He glanced up from the console, and his brooding was

forgotten as he saw her in the doorway. His old - yet somehow

timeless - features creased into a sympathetic smile. ‘Up early?’

She nodded, and moved to join him at the mushroom-

shaped control centre. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ she said, sipping at the

scalding coffee.

‘The dreams again?’ he asked sharply.

‘It’s always the dreams,’ she sighed. ‘I can’t stop them. I

keep seeing Bret die, again and again. I keep seeing myself

shooting him down without pity.’

The Doctor placed a kindly hand on her shoulder. ‘My

child, you really must learn to accept that what is past is past.

When you shot Bret, you were convinced that he was a traitor to

everything you held dear. You couldn’t have known that he was

not. Mavic Chen - the Guardian of the Solar System, the most

trusted man in the planets - had assured you of that. There was

no way you could have known that it was Chen who was working

with the Daleks, and not your brother.’

‘I wish I could believe that,’ Sara sighed. ‘But I should have

known! Bret was my brother, and I should have known he

would never be a traitor.’

The Doctor shook his head. ‘My dear, it’s not that simple.

Better men than Bret have been corrupted by some hidden

weakness in their souls. It could have been Bret who was the

traitor. You did only what you had to do. The fault is not yours;

it is Chen’s. He is the one who is to blame, not you.’

Sara shook her head. ‘You make it sound so simple - like I

was just... just a tool he used to do the killing.’

‘And that is precisely what you were, to all intents and

purposes.’ The Doctor’s eyes flashed in anger. ‘You had been

trained for years, you were honed, polished, and then employed

as a crafted tool. The SSS developed this in you. This is the end

result of that kind of training; the conscience is blurred, and

whatever you are told to do becomes the right thing to do. Such

organizations are powers for great evil, or great good - but the

people who work for them inevitably become less and less

human. It’s ironic that the guardians of liberty and freedom

should be the first to lose their own liberty and freedom, isn’t it?’

‘You’re just trying to make it appear as though I had no

choice in what I did when I killed Bret.’

‘I don’t think you could help doing it,’ the Doctor said,

gently. ‘You had been trained to obey, and you did as you were

ordered. But – and this is what I see as your saving grace! –

when you saw what you had done, you began to question. And

then you rediscovered yourself – hidden away behind the

barriers of the super-agent you had been shaped into. I can

safely say that with my help and influence, you have become a

productive and fine human being. The person who killed Bret

Vyon was the old Sara Kingdom, the tool of Mavic Chen. You,

my dear, are a new and better Sara Kingdom – a human being.’

Despite herself, Sara almost. smiled at this. ‘I’d like to

believe that.’

‘Then try.’ He looked into the distance. ‘Mavic Chen is the

one to be punished, child, not yourself. He plotted to betray the

human race into their deaths. He sold out to the Daleks for

power, and he led many good people to their deaths.’

Sara felt a burst of anger still within her heart, directed to

the supreme traitor. ‘If only I could be certain that he met the

death he deserved!’

‘Rest assured that he will have done.’ The Doctor brought

his attention back to Sara. ‘He made an alliance with the Daleks,

and as soon as they discovered no further need for him, they

were bound to have killed him.’

‘I’d like to be certain of that!’ Sara cried. ‘If only we could

return and discover what did happen after we left Chen and the

Daleks with that fake Taranium core.’

The Doctor patted her shoulder. ‘I’ve often felt like that,

you know. To see what happened. To just take another little

look... but it cannot be!’

‘I just want to be certain that there was a happy ending,’

Sara answered. ‘To know that all the sacrifices were worth it.’

The Doctor smiled, somewhat sadly. ‘If an old man may be

permitted to quote, I’ll give you a little Peter Beagle: “There are

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