141 - Doctor Who - Mission to the Unknown

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Stranded in the jungles of Kembel, the most hostile planet in

the Galaxy, Space Security agent Marc Cory has stumbled

across the most deadly plot ever hatched the Daleks are

about to invade and destroy the Universe. Cory has to get a

warning back to Earth before it’s too late but the Daleks find

him first.

Months later the Doctor and his companions arrive on

Kembel and find Cory’s message. But it may already be too

late for Earth – the Daleks’ Masterplan has already begun...

ISBN 0 426 20343 7

DOCTOR WHO

THE DALEKS’

MASTERPLAN - PART I

MISSION TO THE

UNKNOWN

Based on the BBC television series by Terry Nation and Dennis

Spooner by arrangement with BBC Books, a division of BBC

Enterprises Ltd

JOHN PEEL

Number 141 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 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 0426 20343 7

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 Toppled Towers of Ilium

2 The Screaming Jungle

3 Extermination!

4 The Nightmare Begins...

5 No Ordinary Ship

6 The Day of Armageddon

7 The Face of the Enemy

8 Devil’s Planet

9 Dangers in the Night

10 The Sacrifice

11 The Traitors

12 Counter-plot

13 Allies

14 Desperate Measures

15 Out of Time

16 Interlude

The Toppled Towers Of Ilium

Smoke filled the city as the invading Greeks torched every

building that they could set alight. The night was bright with the

dancing flames, proclaiming the final end of the Trojan War.

Ten long, frustrating years for the Greeks were over now, thanks

to the brilliance of Odysseus, they were inside the city of their

most hated foes! Their anger spilled out with the blood of the

screaming, fleeing Trojans. Berserk now, the invading troops

ran through the streets and houses killing, looting and burning.

In the thoroughfares, small knots of Trojan soldiers tried to

hold back the flood, at the same time gathering together what

women and children they could. Fighting a desperate rearguard

action, they struggled to escape the doomed Troy, and make it

to safety on the plains.

One small group ran neither forward to loot and pillage nor

back to flee the city. An old man, in loose Greek robes, with long

silver hair and a silver-tipped cane struggled to help a young

girl. She was almost borne to her knees under the weight of a

warrior in Greek garb – the short leather skirt, the copper

breastplate and the thonged sandals. His helmet was long

discarded, and his handsome face was pale. The section of his

clothing below the breastplate was dark with his life-blood. What

was most strange about the elfin, dark-haired girl helping to

drag him through the smoke was that she was a Trojan, dressed

as a serving girl from the palace of King Priam himself.

‘Here,’ the Doctor called, gesturing to a small ante-room of

the palace. ‘Katarina, we must take Steven in here.’

Though she nodded and helped with the struggle to get

Steven into the blazing building, Katarina could not understand

why the old man wanted his friend to be helped into a room that

in moments would be an inferno. Still, the Doctor was perhaps

Zeus in disguise – did not the gods often walk upon the Earth?

To him, the flames might not be hot, but cool and refreshing. To

her? Well, she must trust. Ahead of them, she could make out

the strange, tall blue box that had so puzzled King Priam when it

had been brought to him. No one had been able to open it.

Trying vainly to brush away the smoke that filled

everywhere, the Doctor managed to pull the key from his

clothing. Eyes streaming, he fitted it into the lock and turned it.

The TARDIS doors swung inwards. The Doctor, unable to

speak without coughing, gestured for Katarina to help him get

Steven within. Still uncomprehending, but trusting, she did so.

As so as they were inside, the Doctor abandoned both his

companions and hurried over to the console. He triggered the

door switch, and the double doors swung closed behind them.

He coughed again, then smiled briefly. ‘Ah! Fresh air, at last.

Now we can breathe.’

Katarina was staggered by the size of the room that they

were in: this was no small chest as it had seemed from the

outside, but a temple annexe, at least thirty feet across! Lights

blazed on the white walls that looked like polished stone. An

altar stood in the centre of the room, over which the Doctor

brooded, moving sticks and touching coloured baubles. What

could he be doing? Suddenly the centre of the altar began to rise

and fall, and a terrible noise, the baying of Cerberus, guardian

hound of the Underworld, began. Katarina fell to her knees and

hid her face in terror.

Oblivious, the Doctor finished setting the controls. ‘The

sooner we are away from this barbaric period,’ he muttered, ‘the

better I shall like it.’ He glanced down at his clothing in disgust.

‘And the sooner I am properly attired again...’ Finally, he

remembered his companions, and turned to them. Steven was

on the floor, very still, and that silly handmaiden, Katarina, was

all in a bundle. How could he have let Vicki talk him into taking

this girl along to help with Steven? But Vicki had insisted on

staying with that young whipper-snapper... what was his name?

Ah, Troilus! That was it. Love! It did silly things to humans,

especially the females. Why, it had even affected his own

granddaughter not that long ago...

Heaving himself out of his reverie, the Doctor hurried over

to Katarina and Steven. ‘Oh, do get up,’ he snapped crossly at

the Trojan girl. ‘Give me a hand with Steven. We had better get

him to bed, and get this armour off him. I must see what shape

that wound is in.’

Katarina looked up, timorously. ‘Is this your temple?’

‘My what? What are you talking about?’

She gestured about the room. ‘This is your temple,’ she said,

more firmly.

‘It is nothing of the kind,’ the Doctor replied crossly. ‘It’s my

ship.’

‘This is no ship,’ Katarina laughed. ‘Where are the sails?

Where are the oarsmen? No, this is your temple, and we are

journeying through the Underworld to the Place of Perfection.’

What a stupid child! The Doctor sighed, realizing that she

couldn’t help it. Science was unknown in her culture, and she

was doing what she could to try to make sense of what was

happening to her. ‘Yes, well, whatever you like,’ he said,

brusquely. ‘Just give me a hand to get Steven to a bed, will you?’

Together, they half-carried, half-dragged him through the

far doors and into his own room in the TARDIS. Once Steven

was stretched out on the bed, the Doctor looked him over. He

seemed very weak and pale, and was having trouble breathing.

‘Can you get this silly plate off him?’ the Doctor asked Katarina.

‘Of course. I am a handmaid in the palace of Priam of Troy.

I know of the accoutrements of war.’

‘Well, stop boasting and just do it, child.’

Katarina set to work, and within moments had the

fastenings undone. Gently, she removed the breastplate and set

it down. Steven’s tunic was soaked in blood. She tenderly moved

the cloth aside, so as not to hurt him further. ‘I shall need water,’

she said, ‘if I am to help your priest. The wound has bitten

deep.’

The Doctor nodded, and hurried off to get warm water for

her. Whatever her faults, she did seem to have more than a

nodding acquaintance with sword-wounds. As soon as he had the

water ready, he hurried back with it. Katarina had meanwhile

started to clean out the wound, using the cloths at hand.

Without a word, the Doctor handed her the bowl of warm water.

Katarina, in her element now, continued her task. The Doctor

left her, and went to his medicine chest.

It was sorely depleted. He had intended to fill it on many of

his trips, but had become so easily side-tracked. A bandage, some

gauze and a little antiseptic cream was the best that he could

manage. Hurrying back, he saw that Katarina had sponged off

the blood that had covered Steven’s wound. It was a nasty gash

in his side, but had luckily missed penetrating anything vital.

The Doctor didn’t like the red colour of the skin about the

wound, or Steven’s laboured breathing. He seriously doubted

that the Trojan sword that had cut into his young companion

had been sterile. By now, millions of germs could have infected

Steven. The Doctor elbowed Katarina aside, and started to apply

his makeshift dressing.

‘I have seen such a wound many times,’ Katarina offered. ‘It

is invariably fatal. Your priest will die. I am sorry for you, but at

least we shall take him down to the Underworld in your temple.’

‘Oh, do stop that!’ the Doctor snapped. ‘You’re no Florence

Nightingale, and that’s for certain! All he needs are some

antibiotics to combat the toxins, and he’ll be fine.’

Katarina regarded him uncomprehendingly. ‘I do not

understand your words,’ she confessed. ‘Do you mean that you

can cure even such a mortal wound?’

‘Of course. Ah, well, that is – I can with proper medication.

What we need is to find a world and time which is sufficiently

sophisticated to have developed such medication.’ Seeing her

blank expression, the Doctor simplified his explanation to suit

her level of understanding. ‘My temple passes through many

worlds on its journey. On some of them, there exist the herbs I

need to cure my priest. I must simply seek help.’

At last, Katarina smiled. ‘Ah! You seek out the secrets of the

Underworld, the fabled plants that give immortal life! With

those, you can save the life of Steven!’

The Doctor nodded. ‘Whatever you say,’ he agreed. ‘You

stay here and nurse him as best you can. I shall try to steer my –

ah – temple to some suitable spot. If we cannot find the right...

herbs, I am very much afraid that Steven will die.’

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