035 - Doctor Who and the Invasion of Time

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A traitor to the Time Lords?

Can the Doctor really be in league with the evil Vardans,

spearheading a treacherous invasion of his home planet,

Gallifrey?

Or is he playing a deadly double game, saving the Time

Lords by appearing to betray them?

But the Vardans themselves are only pawns in the game,

and the Doctor faces an old and deadly enemy, as he

battles to foil the Invasion of Time.

'Terrance Dicks is a skilful professional storyteller... He has

deftly recaptured the programme's popular blend of hectic

menace and humourous selt-mockery.'

BRITISH BOOK NEWS

ISBN 0 426 20093 4

DOCTOR WHO

AND THE

INVASION OF TIME

Based on the BBC television serial by David Agnew by arrangement

with the British Broadcasting Corporation

TERRANCE DICKS

A TARGET BOOK

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

A Target Book

Published in 1979

by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.

A Howard & Wyndham Company

44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB

1978, 1979

Printed and bound in Great Britain by

Anchor Brendon Ltd, Tiptree, Essex

ISBN 0 426 20093 4

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 Treaty for Treason

2 The President-Elect

3 Attack from the Matrix

4 The Fugitive

5 The Betrayal

6 The Invasion

7 The Outcasts

8 The Assassin

9 The Vardans

10 False Victory

11 The Sontarans

12 The Key of Rassilon

13 Failsafe

14 The Chase

15 The Wisdom of Rassilon

Treaty for Treason

The space ship was enormous, terrifying, a long, sleek killer-

whale of space. Its hull-lines were sharp and predatory and it

bristled with the weapon-ports of a variety of death dealing devices.

Everything about it suggested devastating, murderous power.

It was the flag-ship of the Vardan war fleet, heading towards

a planet called Gallifrey.

Inside the space ship was another of even more advanced

design, though it would have been difficult to tell as much from the

outside. It took the form of a square blue police box, of the kind

once used on the planet Earth. Inside was an impossibly large

control room. The craft was called the TARDIS, and it was

dimensionally transcendental, bigger on the inside than on the

outside.

The control room held a many-sided central console and two

people, or to be strictly accurate, one female humanoid and one

automaton.

The human was a girl called Leela. She was tall and strong,

with brown eyes and long reddish-brown hair, and she wore a brief

costume of animal skins with a fighting knife at the belt. She paced

up and down the control room like a great cat. Leela was a

primitive, a savage, raised as a fighting warrior in a tribe called the

Sevateem.

The automaton was shaped like a robot dog, and was

appropriately called K9. Both were companions of that mysterious

traveller in space and time known as the Doctor, and both were

wondering what had become of him.

The Doctor's behaviour tended to be odd and arbitrary at the

best of times, but recently he had excelled himself.

To begin with he had fallen into a strange, abstracted mood,

silent for long periods, answering questions with brief, snappish

replies. He seemed to be listening much of the time, staring

abstractedly into space like someone straining to catch a faint

message on the edge of hearing.

The strange mood had ended in a flurry of equally mysterious

activity. The Doctor had hunched himself over the control board

and punched a long and complex series of co-ordinates into the

navigation circuits, correcting and re-correcting as if determined to

arrive at some utterly precise destination in space and time. And

now here they were inside an enormous alien space ship. The

Doctor had checked their arrival co-ordinates, given a grunt of

satisfaction, ordered them not to touch the scanner, and marched

straight out of the control room without a word of explanation.

Leela and K9 were left to wait–and wonder.

In the war room of the Vardan flag-ship, an enormous screen

took up the whole of one wall. On the screen, against a backdrop of

stars, was a visual display of the Vardan battle fleet, squadron upon

squadron in the typical Vardan V-formation, heading remorselessly

towards Gallifrey.

Studying the display stood a tall, strangely-dressed figure. He

wore loose and comfortable-looking clothes with a vaguely

Bohemian air. An immensely long multi-coloured scarf was wound

about his neck, a battered broad-brimmed soft hat was jammed onto

a tangle of curly hair.

There was a long curved conference table below the screen,

and behind the table high-backed chairs held the members of the

Vardan war council. An ornate, elaborately-sealed document lay in

the centre of the table.

The Vardan Leader spoke in a thin, impatient voice. 'Speed is

vital, Doctor. Sign!'

Leela completed yet another circuit of the control room,

stopped and stared impatiently down at K9. 'How much longer is he

going to be?'

'Prognostication in matters concerning the Doctor impossible.'

'Prog-what?'

'I cannot tell.'

'Can you tell me where we are then?'

'Affirmative.'

'Well?'

'Materialisation has taken place inside an alien space craft.'

'Why wouldn't the Doctor let me go with him?'

'I do not know. Prognostication in matters concerning the

Doctor is–'

'Impossible!' completed Leela. 'I know... but he may need

help.' Leela was quite convinced that the Doctor was far too

impractical to take care of himself. 'I'm going to take a look at the

scanner.'

'Do not touch scanner control, Mistress.'

'I know the Doctor said we shouldn't... but wouldn't you like

to see what he's doing, K9, who he's talking to?'

'Negative. Curiosity is an emotion. I am not programmed for

emotion.'

'Oh shut up,' said Leela crossly. 'You're no help at all.' She

turned on the scanner. Nothing happened. 'What's wrong? Why

won't it work?' She flicked the switch impatiently. 'Why?' K9 didn't

answer. Leela looked down. 'K9 sulking's emotional behaviour too,

you know. If you cannot be curious, then you cannot sulk.'

More silence.

'K9, I'm sorry,' said Leela cajolingly. 'I didn't mean to shout

at you.'

'Apologies are not necessary,' said K9, but his tail antenna was

wagging gently.

Leela smiled. 'No, of course not. Now, can you please tell me

why the scanner will not work?'

'The Doctor immobilised the mechanism before he left.'

'He doesn't trust me!' said Leela indignantly. 'What's he

doing

out there?'

'It is time to conclude these formalities, Doctor,' said the

Vardan leader impatiently. 'Sign the treaty!'

The Doctor swung round. 'I never sign anything before I

read it.'

'Then read!'

The Doctor picked up the document and scanned it rapidly.

'You promised me complete control over the Time Lords.'

'You will have complete control.'

'But in paragraph four subsection three, it states that–'

'Mere lawyers' quibbles, Doctor.'

'I've heard that one before,' said the Doctor suspiciously.

'Lawyers' quibbles can get you killed.'

'Sign it.'

The Doctor sighed. 'Oh well, I've signed so many things in

my lives... one more won't make any difference.'

'But it will,' said the Vardan softly. 'It will!'

The Doctor produced an old-fashioned fountain pen from his

pocket. '

Complete

control?'

'My word on it.'

The Doctor scrawled an elaborate set of hieroglyphics across

the bottom of the document, straightened up, and bowed

elaborately. 'I am honoured to serve the glorious Vardan cause.'

A few minutes later the Doctor was being greeted with a

barrage of questions from Leela.

'Doctor, where have you been? What have you been doing?

What's going on?'

'Sssh!' said the Doctor. He went straight over to the control

console and began punching up coordinates.

'Doctor, where have you

been?

'Order K9 to tell you to shut up!'

'K9 tell me to shut up? How dare you!'

Taking Leela's repetition as an order, K9 glided over to her.

'Please adopt silent mode, Mistress.'

'Now look here, K9...'

The blaster extruded from beneath K9's nose. 'Imperative,

Mistress.'

Leela knew the blaster would only be set on stun, but being

stunned by K9 was quite an unpleasant experience.

Leela shut up.

The Castellan's new suite of offices was an elaborate affair of

transparent plastic and gleaming metal, with complex control

consoles and brightly flickering vision screens everywhere. It was

over-technological even by Time Lord standards, but Kelner, the

new Castellan felt it helped to maintain his image. (The newly-

formed Castellan's Bodyguard Squad served the same purpose)

Kelner was a thin-faced, nervous, rather insecure Time Lord who

owed his position to a combination of good birth and political

intrigue.

Spandrel the previous Castellan, now retired, had been

content with shabby chambers in an old, run down quarter of the

Capitol. But then, Spandrel had been a tough, no nonsense

character, who felt no need to keep up appearances. Kelner was

very different.

The new Castellan sat behind an enormous desk in his inner

sanctum. The outer offices held his various assistants. Chief among

them was a handsome young Time Lord called Andred, Commander

of the Chancellery Guard. Andred was seldom to be found at his

desk. He didn't much care for Kelner, and took good care that his

various duties kept him out and about in the enormous sprawling

Capitol, the city-sized complex of buildings that was the seat of all

Time Lord government.

At this particular moment Andred was at his desk for once,

which was fortunate since an urgent and alarming message had just

arrived.

Andred was impatiently demanding further details from the

speaker on the other end of the communications circuit. 'Speak up,

man. Where? When–no

relative

time, fool! Thank you!' Andred sat

frowning for a moment. Much as he loved the grandeur of his

position, Castellan Kelner didn't really like to be troubled with

actual work. He would reprove you for bothering him with trivia–

and complain even more savagely if he wasn't told everything he

needed to know. Andred rose, and went into the inner office.

Gorgeous in Castellan's robes, Kelner sat gazing into space,

presumably contemplating his own importance.

Andred coughed and Kelner seemed to become aware of his

presence. 'Yes, what is it, Commander?'

'A report has just come in, sir.'

'Continue.'

'Temporal scan has just picked up an unidentified capsule

approaching Gallifrey.'

'Unidentified?' Kelner was displeased. Everything on Gallifrey

had to be identified, docketed, regulated. An unidentified capsule

was against all the rules.

'At this distance, within our own Continum, the capsule, is still

unidentified.'

'But it

one of our own?'

'Long-range scan of molecular patina seems to indicate

Gallifreyan origin,' said Andred cautiously. 'But it's still too early for

a positive identification.'

'Present defence level?'

'Still on Green, sir.'

'No sense in taking chances, Commander. Go to Amber.'

'Yes sir. I'll need the code-key, sir.'

There was a structure of multicoloured globes on Kelner's

desk, rather like a laboratory model of an atom. Kelner took one of

the little globes from its setting and handed it to Andred.

Andred took the globe and left the office. Returning to his

own control complex, he held the globe before a scanner. 'Main

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AtraitortotheTimeLords?CantheDoctorreallybeinleaguewiththeevilVardans,spearheadingatreacherousinvasionofhishomeplanet,Gallifrey?Orisheplayingadeadlydoublegame,savingtheTimeLordsbyappearingtobetraythem?ButtheVardansthemselvesareonlypawnsinthegame,andtheDoctorfacesanoldanddeadlyenemy,ashebattlestofoil...

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