Part One Part Two

Part One

(The TARDIS flying through space..)
My life is an endless journey across the bounds of space and time. A time traveller, drifting amongst the great galaxies of the universe.
The TARDIS made an uncomfortable landing. It was as though it had been plucked from the sky by some vast magnetic force, pulling us down into its web. Of course I had no idea where, or in which period of time we had arrived.
(Sounds of waves at a beach.)
But we had materialized onto an isolated stretch of beach, miles from any visible signs of habitation. It was a cold unwelcoming winter's night with curling white foam gently lapping the shore. And all around us, deep mud banks stretching for as far as the eye could see.
(Sea gulls screech.)
My companion Sarah Jane and I decided to explore our bleak surroundings, but as we stepped out into the freezing darkness of the night, we were both overwhelmed by a feeling of deep apprehension. A feeling that we were not alone.
(A long high whistling.)
Sarah : Doctor? Doctor where are we?
Doctor : I don't know Sarah but wherever it is I have an uncomforable feeling we're not welcome.
Sarah : What do you mean?
Doctor : It's all too quiet. Only the sea and the wind. This beach must stretch for miles and yet I got the feeling we're not the only ones here. As though we're being watched.
Sarah : Doctor, if you're trying to give me the creeps, may I say you're doing a very good job?
Doctor : What month is it Sarah?
Sarah : February I think.
Doctor : We could be somewhere in England.
Sarah : Well how can you tell?
Doctor : Position of the stars. Wind direction. Temperature.
Sarah : Yes I'm glad you mentioned temperature. It's like the Arctic out here! Even my goosepimples have goosepimples. Hey, wait a minute. Hey Doctor come over here have a look at this.
Doctor : What is it?
Sarah : A notice board.
Doctor : What does it say?
Sarah : I don't know until you shine your torch. Ah. Ministry of defence. It is dangerous to swim from this beach at any time. Keep out.
Doctor : Swim? The tides so shallow I doubt there's enough water to paddle in.
Sarah : Then why is it so dangerous? Oh well. I suppose we have to be grateful we're back in good old civilisation again.
Doctor : There's some lights over there in the distance. Looks as though they're miles away on the other side of the bay. We'll never make it on foot.
Sarah : Especially with all this mud around. (She shouts.)
Doctor : Sarah what is it? What are you looking at?
Sarah : Oh on the beach here. Look.
Doctor : Some kind of seaweed.
Sarah : I've never seen seaweed like that before. It's more like a baby octopus! Yes look at that eye. Ugh. Horrible.
Doctor : Yes and the tentacles. Like tinfoil it's made out of some kind of metal substance!
Sarah : You know you're right. It is quiet. There's not even a wind noise. Doctor why don't we just go back to the TARDIS?
Doctor : Listen.
Sarah : What?
Doctor : Shush. Can't you hear it. That sound.
Sarah : I can't hear anything... oh Doctor you're doing it again! You're trying to scare me. Stop it!
Doctor : No Sarah. Listen. Don't make a sound. Don't even breath. Just listen.
(Waves coming out of the sea....)
Something was moving in the sand dunes nearby. Slithering its way towards us along the beach. What kind of beast it was we couldn't tell. But all the time it was getting closer. And closer. Breathing. Searching. Hunting. Then suddenly as the moon began to emerge behind dark clouds we got our first glince at the beast that was stalking us.....
Sarah : Doctor!
(A loud roar!)
We didn't wait to see what it was that had leaped out at us from the shadows. For we just ran and ran faster than I would have thought possible. All I can remember is that we were so terrified I must have tripped over my scarf twleve times or maybe thirteen.
(A louder, longer roar.)
However we soon discovered that our travels had brought us back into the present day. We were on the east coast of the British Isles, where the waters of the great River Thames flow out into the sea. An underwater expedition, organized by the government, had apparently just vanished without trace from the bed of the estuary. They had been searching for some kind of meteorite that had dropped into the sea some years earlier, causing serious flood damage all along the River Thames. Even into the city of London itself. Now as you know, I have spent a great deal of my travels avoiding a dazzling array of meteorites which tumble across the darkness of space like millions of bright stars. So it did seem curious to me, that with all the complicated machinery man has created for himself in this twentieth century; he was unable to locate what is after all, nothing but an old piece of stone. But Professor Emmison, the eminent astronomer assured me that what they were searching for was no ordinary stone. For not only was this their third expedition to be lost without trace, the river itself was beginning to show signs of radioactive contamination. Defying the professor's stern warnings of the dangers involved, I decided to under take my own investigation of the seabed.
(Underwater bubble sounds.)
Down. Down into the murky waters of the estuary I plummeted. It was an awesome experience. Down. Down. My feet finally came to rest on the muddy seabed, sixty feet below the surface of the estuary. It was dark, and the water had clouded with the sand that my own arrival had disturbed. But to my intense curiosity, I was totally alone. No signs of marine life which form such an essential part of an underwater world. No shoals of tiny shimmering fish to dart in and out across my path. I was alone in a deserted wilderness.
My explorations led me to the mouth of a gigantic cavern which I estimated had been formed by the impact of the falling meteorite. Inside the cavern, I follwed the path of an iregular shaped tunnel which had been hollowed out beneath the seabed and with no visible end. The water was becoming colder and darker. A clear sign that the water was plunging down still further into the depths of the sea. It was getting narrower and narrower like the gallery of a vast subterranean catacomb. Eventually I found myself taking a turn to the right. As I did so something brushed against me; I couldn't see what it was. I could feel something entwining itself around my ankle. Holding me in a vice like grip. I couldn't move.
And now my body. All the life was being squeezed out of me. My arm, something was wrapping itself around my arm. I dropped the sea lamp which floated away from me, but as the light filtered out from the darkness, I caught my first glance at the alien force which was slowly curling itself around my entire body. A living weed. Clinging to me like the tentacles of a giant deep-sea octopus. Crushing my bones and preparing to feed off me. It was the same metallic weed that Sarah and I had found on the beach and which was now glistening in the underwater night, a huge emerald eye penetrating the dark. Its tentacles stabbed me. Tugging. Dragging me down. I struggled to free myself, but the dazzling tentacles were cutting into my flesh like sharp wire. The phenomena was all around me. The very blood in my body was being drained away. But suddenly it stopped.
Something had happened. For the tentacles of the alien weed had released their strangle hold on my body, and disappeared into the darkness of the tunnel. Almost as though it had never even existed. But why? Where had the phenomena come from? Where would it go to? Was it the sporn of some greater alien life force, just lying in wait for the intrusion of every unsuspecting underwater traveller? And what was it there to protect? For a few moments, I just drifted alone in the cold waters of the tunnel, trying desperately to regain all the energy that had been sapped out of me by the life and death struggle with the alien weed.
Eventually I managed to recover my sea lamp. But the scene it illuminated was one I never again hoped to witness. All around me, floating up and down rhymically with the movement of the water was all that remained of the underwater expeditions that preceded me. A scattering of disconnected human bones and skeletons, with gaping sockets where eyes had once been. Eyes that had been staring out hopelessly. Begging for the help that had never come.
Moving deeper and deeper into the heart of the tunnel, I gradually became aware of the bright fluescent glare reflected against the tunnel wall just ahead of me. I drifted closer, and I discovered I had reached the final resting place. Not of the meteorite but of some vast cylindrically shaped spacecraft. The remains of its metallic frame glistening in a pool of blinding light.
I tried to shield my eyes. For although the machine had burnt out long ago, its metal structure still retained a high density glow. I moved in cautiously for a closer look. The surface of the machine was scored with deep claw marks. As though the occupant had been involved in a life or death struggle to get out. Suddenly the air in my diving helmet seemed to be getting thinner. There was a pressure in my throat as though I was being strangled.
The heart beat. That same chilling sound I'd heard on the beach. Now it was in the tunnel. As I turned my sea lamp into the darkness I could see...a creature. Propelling itself towards me.. I had to get away. Away. Away! My worst fears had been realized. That tunnel. The burnt out spacecraft. I had seen it all before. A long time ago.
Sarah Jane helped me out of the water and I warned her of the threat we were now facing. I knew the enemy we were up against.
Sarah : Pescatons?
Doctor : Cunning ravenous creatures. Half human half fish. Their origin is in the Carcaridiay.
Sarah : Eh, say that again?
Doctor : Carcaridiay. The deep sea water species like the shark.
Sarah : Shark?
Doctor : Yes. And just as mean. The Pescatons are the most ferocious and hostile creatures I've ever know. They'll attack and feed off anything they come into contact with.
Sarah : Well what do they look like, these Pescatons?
Doctor : Hmm? Well I suppose you can say they have a head and body with the shape and texture of any of the shark species.
Sarah : Teeth?
Doctor : Sharp as nails. Fins like claws. Out of water they tower over any of their human victims.
Sarah : Well how do they move.
Doctor : Slowly on two webbed feet. More like some prehistoric beast.
Sarah : Fish who can build a spacecraft and fly off to other planets?
Doctor : Yes.
Sarah : Sounds a bit farfetched to me Doctor.
Doctor : Sarah. The Pescatons civilisation has developed a technology which is far superior than anything here on Earth. These creatures possess amazing powers.
Sarah : What are they doing here where do they come from?
Doctor : They come from Pesca. A planet that was once covered with vast oceans. Not any more. Now it's nothing but a wilderness.
Sarah : You mean you've actually been to this planet?
Doctor : Well of course I've been there. I think it was some time back in the fifteenth century.
Sarah : The fifteenth century? Just how old are you?
Doctor : Pesca belongs to a dying solar system. As the sun draws it closer and closer towards its centre, every ocean on the planet will evaporate. Do you understand Sarah? The Pescatons are desperate to escape before their planet completely disintergrates.
Sarah : But that creature we heard on the beach and in the sea bed, are you telling me it found its way to Earth across millions of miles of space?
Doctor : Yes. An advanced guard Sarah. The first of the Pescaton migration.
A fool. An eccentric. A liar. That's what the experts called me as they listened to my extraordinary account of the underwater discoveries I'd made inside the cavern on the seabed. Professor Emmison dismissed it as pure fantasy the idea of a sea creature migrating from a planet that he and his astronomer collegues had never even located. Fantasy or not...
(Screams and roars......)
Out it came. Out into the very heart of London itself. The people of this capital were stunned. Helpless against the mighty power of such a gigantic force. Their worst nightmares had become a reality. A creature from another world was amongst them.
(More screams, roars, police car sirens, ambulances....)
As day turned into night...and long dark shadows stretched across cold, frosty pavements, the city became paralized against an ominous silence. There was an air of expectancy as the bewildered people of London waited for the next onslought by their frantically hostile invader from another world. But the Pescaton, now noticeably weaker in its desperate search for salt water had retreated into a canal, to emerge later in somewhat different surroundings.
The creature shuffled its way against the deserted grounds of the London Zoo. Its strenght gradually declining. For like any fish out of water, it couldn't hope to survive Earth's atmosphere for more than a few hours at a time. But the Pescaton threat was far from over. And if it was to be destroyed, the creature had to be denied access to anything that would help to reactivate its main organic system. But time was running out for the Pescaton.
(The Pescaton roars loudly.)
The creature slumped to the ground and lay there like some prehistoric monster. Its heart pulsating, until gradually fading to silence. Not a movement. We waited tensely hardly daring to say a word. Was it all over at last? Was this unparrallel challenge to our logic finally silenced? Several minutes passed. I saw two human figures emerge from the shadows. Defying my warnings they slowly approached the body of the creature lying there crumpled up and lifeless beneath the glare of the great bank of flood lights. There was an air of jubilation in their voices as they called back the news that the creature was dead. More daring figures emerged from the shadows. All eager to satisfy their curiosity. Soon the Pescaton creature was engulfed in a crowd of on lookers. Zoo officials, police constables, soldiers. Newspaper reporters. Everyone agreed that this was a night they would never forget. Little did they know how right they were.....
(The roaring starts up again and there are sounds of screaming and shouting.)
Without warning, the creature reared up again. Striking out at its tormentors with unrelenting fury. The crowd scattered and panicked. Even in the lion house the undisputed kings of the jungle shrank to the back of the cages in terror. But for some it was too late. The creature moved swiftly, plucking out the terror stricken crowd one by one. Tearing at their flesh, hurling them with uncanny strenght against the endless rows of animal cages. But although the Pescaton threat was not yet over, its new found strenght was gradually subsiding. As if drawn by a magnet, the creature's natural instinct led it towards its one last hope of survive.
(Shattering of glass.)
The aquarium house. Here at last the Pescaton would find the potential it was looking for. Salt water and the chance to feed off those other creatures from the deep that would be powerless against such a ravenous attack. The Pescaton had to be stopped! I picked my way cautiously into the long dark aquarium hall. Flanked on either side by huge illuminated glass tanks, bulging with fish. Fins, slimy scales, cells, claws, tentacles. It was an uneasy feeling to know I was being watched by hundreds of penetrating eyes. Waiting. Watching. For a moment I just stood there and listened. Silence. The creature was lurking in the dark somewhere. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. And yet, not a sound. Not even a movement. Could it be that the Pescaton strength had finally expired? A heartbeat. Still alive. Rearing out of the shadows at the other end of the hall, I could see the slits of the creature's eyes glaring through the dark like bright emeralds. Suddenly and with super human strength...
(Shattering and roaring.)
The Pescaton lashed out at one of the glass tanks. Water came rushing out in a great torrent sending fish of all shapes and sizes wriggling onto the floor. I tried to get away before all the other huge tanks came tumbling down on top of me. And then, the Pescaton collapsed to the floor. It was all over.
(Loud roaring, gradually dying away...)
For a moment, I just stood there. Too frozen with fear to even move. And as I looked down, before my very eyes the creature's flesh was disintergrating. Within seconds, all that was left was the vertebra of a large fish. It was all over. At last the bewildered people of London were able to return to their daily lives without the constant fear of the unknown. The relief was enormous. But that night, the sky above the city was dazzled by the blinding display of meteorites as they dropped one by one into the murky river of the River Thames...
(Sounds of falling and splashing into water.)
The Pescaton invasion had begun.

Part Two

(sounds of falling and splashing into water)
The Pescaton invasion had begun. From every corner of the globe reports were coming in of meteorite landings in the sea. It could only be a matter of time before the signal was given for the start of thr great mass migration itself. The migration to Earth of the entire Pescaton civilisation. We were on the brink of colonisation by the most bizarre and hostile invader mankind has never known. But when would the signal come? And who would give it?
To know the answer, it was necessary for me to cast my mind back to that extraordinary time when the TARDIS was drawn into the magnetic field of the dying planet of Pesca
(TARDIS being drawn in)
For thousands of years, Pesca, a planet in the constellation of Pices, the last sign of the zodiac, had been dominated by vast oceans. But as the planet's orbit was bringing it closer and closer to the sun, the deep blue waters of the Pescan seas were drying up, destroying all forms of marine life that had existed there for, perhaps, millions of years.
(TARDIS landing)
I stepped out of the TARDIS onto a hard, baked soil, surrounded on all sides by a parched, almost desert landscape. In the distance, I could see the peaks of high, craggy mountains which had clearly once been topped with snow, but were now streaked yellow with the lack of moisture. There were no trees, no signs of any vegetation of animal life. And the soil was lined with gigantic fissures, indicating recent seismic activity. It was a sad and desolate panorama laid out before me. No colour, no life. Only the remnants of a past. But what kind of past? But the only clue I was to get was on a stretch of golden sand that had once been a seashore. There the rocks were indented with the marks of beautiful sea anemones, shells, and many other forms of exquisite marine life. I could move only slowly for there was no shade from the hot, cruel glare of the sun, and I felt stifled and isolated, as though I was the only living thing on the entire planet. But as I reached the banks of what had once been a fast-flowing
(the Doctor screams)
The soil on the riverbank had given way beneath me. I was falling down into a deep, dark, endless chasm. Down. Down. Down.
(water flowing)
How long I lay there in the dark I'll never know for my eyes were firmly closed and I couldn't move, so the whole of my body was parylised. I seemed to be streched out on the floor of some vast cave for I could hear the hollow sound of water gently lapping up against the rocks. This, I later discovered, came from one of the many salt water lakes which had been dug out from beneath the surface of the planet like great reservoirs. But, at least, it was a pleasant, restful sound. Until...
My eyes popped open. There were Pescaton creatures everywhere, their bodies pulsating to the rhythm of their own heartbeats, and long, pointy theeth glistening green in the light of their own eyes. But towering above them was a creature more gigantic than all the rest with a head that was oval shaped and too big for its body, all of which was covered by shiny metallic scales. Bu it was the eyes,...I became trasnfixed by its eyes. They were transparent, clear like glass, like...emeralds. I could see right into the very brain of the creature itself as it opened it smouth to speak.
Zor:(speaks in a somewhat garbley voice) We have been waiting for you, Doctor. We knew you would come.
Doctor: Who are you? I mean, what are you? What do you want of me? I,..I can't move.
Zor: I am Zor, leader of all Pescatons. You are our prisoner, Doctor. You have been brought here to help us.
Doctor: No-one can help you. Your planet is dying. The sun is burning you right out of the cosmos.
Zor: You will show us the way to our new world. We shall use your special powers to find a planet where the sun can no longer harm us. The Pescaton civilsation must not die.
Doctor: Oh? Really? And may I ask hoy you propose to stop it? From what I've seen of this planet of yours, there's not enough salt water left to fill a teacup.
Zor: You will hell us, Doctor.
Doctor: Listen, Zor. Are you listening? I'll never help.
Zor: The eyes, Doctor, look into my eyes.
Doctor: No. No, I won't
Zor: I, Zor, command it. The eyes, Doctor, the eyes.
Doctor: No!
Zor: Look and you shall see
Doctor: No! No!
Staring into the creature's eys, I had felt all life was ebbing from me. What I gad seen were the innner workings of an incredible machine. The brain of Zot himself, like a vast computer. The nerve center of the entire Pescaton species. The hypnotic beam had torn into my mind like a sharp dagger. We had been locked in mental battle as the mighty Zor had struggled to absorb my knowledge of the galatic universe and solar system. However, my resistance was more than the Pescaton had anticipated. And his mental pressure was no match for the special powers that I had been gifted with. I found my way back to the surface and escaped from the evil that engulfed me on the planet of Pesca.
(TARDIS takeoff)
But as the TARDIS finally released itself from the powerful magnetic force that covered the planet. I was left with a deep apprehension that this was not the last time I shall be matched against the hostile civilisation I had left behind.
(clock strking the hour)
After the first wave on meteorite landings, an uneasy calm settled over the rooftops of London. For centuries, the great capital city had been a thriving, hustling metropolis, the very heart of the nation. But that heart was now quiet as the grave. Streets were deserted, doors and windows bolted and the sounds of life curtailed. At dusk, voices were only raised to a whisper.
The invaders' name had become a household word. A name to fear.
Rush hour ner St. Paul's Cathedral, that glorious dome of a bygone age. A police constible patrolled his beat an empty pavements.
No office workers rushing to catch buses or tube trains. No traffic jams to congest the streets.
(cat meows)
At Billings Gate fish market, the mighty gathering of London's cat population went hungry. In Trafalgar Square, there was no-one to feed the pigeons.
(pigeons cooing)
And in Piccadilly Circus, snowfaleks began to fall and settle. But it was towards the river all eyes were turned, the city and its ancient river now quiet and waiting, waiting in fear of what was yet to come.
As a bright February moon flicked in and out of dark clouds, the skipper of the river tug steered his vessel towards the great pool pf London
(roar, people yelling and screaming)
The attack came with swift ans sudden fury. The Pescaton reared up out of the water and hacked its way into the tiny vessel with its power and strength. the crew fought for their lives as the voracious sharp creature circled their wreckage, swooping in finally for the kill.
(roar, screaming)
One by one the advance guard of the pescaton invasion were emerging from the river, all the way from the sea into the very heart of London itself. The attack was on. The alien army of invaders was rampaging across the city, striking down everything in its path.
(roar, cars screeching, people screaming)
In a massive assault by one of the raiders in the crowded London streets, a double decker bus was smashed over onto its side with unleashed fury. The creature tore into the metal frame of the bus as if it were a child toy. Sharp teeth and claws plucked at the terrified customers.
(roaring, smashing, screaming)
Everywhere the danger was Pescan. Schoolchildren were terrified in their classrooms. A building worker was plucked from his crane and hurled into the river. A terrified flower seller played cat-and-mouse with one of the creatures in the forecourt of a railway station and lost. Electricity supplies were disturbed as generators were demolished. Police cars, fire engines, railway train, even army tanks were no match for the all-powerful invaders. All who remained in the creatures path did so at their own peril.
(roaring in the distance, baby cries)
Sarah: Doctor, over here, quick!
(baby cries)
Doctor: Oh, hello little baby (baby calms down, Doctor makes kissy noises) Where do you come from? It won't talk.
Sarah: It cant talk. Look, I found it outside the shop over there. It's trying to get back to its mother.
Doctor: The place is crawling with Pescatons.
Sarah: Oh, what's the matter with the army? All their sophisticated weapons, and they still can't find anything to bring down these Pescatons.
Doctor: It's not asa easy as that, Sarah. No weapons ar effective enough to hold off this kind of attack. Bullets, the bombs..
Sarah:(interrupting) But why not?
Doctor: Pescatons have a skin like steel
Sarah: Steel?
Doctor: Don't ask me to exlpain the organic structure if these creatures.
Sarah: Why not?
Doctor: Because I haven't a clue.
Sarah: Oh
Doctor: All I know is that the develop some kind of body suit which is far superior to anything we know about.
Sarah: Which only goes to show how little we know about anything on this ridiculous planet of ours!
Doctor: Your planet, Sarah, not mine.
Sarah: Don't quibble, Doctor. The Pescatons are destroying the whole of London and there's not one single person who can do anything about it. Is this what they call advanced civilisation?
Doctor: It's not what I call it, so don't blame me.
Sarah: I'm not blaming you (baby cries) Oh, do be quiet, baby. Shh, we have enough problems on our hands.
Doctor: I've never known you to be tetchy in the face of danger.
Sarah: Who said I'm tetchy? I'm just angry, that's all. None of this need have happened.
Doctor: You're tetchy. And do you have any suggestions on how it could have been avoided?
Sarah: Yes. Everyone should have been prepared. I..I mean you and I have ben together long enough to know that there are plenty of hostile planets throughout the universe and any one of them could do what the pescatons are doing know.
Doctor: Yes, no one ever believes something like this can happen to them until its on their own doorstep.
Sarah: Doctor, the other end of the street!
Doctor: Get back! Get back! Just leave this to me!
Sarah: No, Doctor, you'll be torn to pieces!
(baby cries)
Doctor: I'll try and get it away, Take the baby and make for the main road. I'll join you there as soon as I can.
Sarah: No, Doctor, I won't leave you! (roar) Doctor! Doctor!
The creature reared up, its long, pointed teeth moving in for the attack. For one moment, it looked as though the creature was going to ignore me and claw straight into Sarah Jane and the baby. To regain its attention, I had to do just about everything, except turn a cartwheel. Thinking about it, I'm not too sure I didn't even do that. Anyhting I could lay my hands on I threw at it: stones, dustpan bins, milk bottles, even an old boot somebody had discarded in rather a hurry. But still the creature ignored me and slid closer and closer towards Sarah Jane and the baby.
(roar, baby screams)
Sarah: Doctor!
Finally I discovered the one secret weapon that no respectable creature worth its salt could resist: I sang and danced..
(tapshoe sounds, Doctor sings "Hello Dolly")
It worked. The creature turned its attention from Sarah Jane and the baby and came towards me. Singing and dancing demented into a sight. I managed to give it the slip. Sarah Jane and I met up again later. It was a narrow escape for us, but elsewhere the battle went on. The Pescatons seemed invincible.
But something was puzzling me. Without the direct control of their nervecenter, the power of these alien sea creatures was useless. So how, then, were the invaders been activated? Unless... What if their leader, Zor himself, were already here on Earth, directing the invasion like a commander in the field? If Zor was here... And he had to be found without delay. Only then could the invasion be stopped.
The first wave of attacks came to an end. For if they were to survive, the Pescatons needed the protection of salt water. One by one, the invaders retreated back towards the Thames. But some were not so lucky. In an attempt to reach the river, one of the creatures had become trapped in an Underground tunnel, clearly immune to the high-voltage electricity. Sarah Jane and I decide to go after it. But it was an experience I should not forget. In future, I shal travel only by bus. the last train of the day had gone. The electicity turned off. Moving cautiously, close to the walls, Sarah Jane and I picked our way into the darkness of the Underground tunnel.
(voices treated as if in tunnel)
Sarah: Doctor, Doctor, I think we should turn back.
Doctor: Shhh! I'm listening to the walls.
Sarah: Walls? What for?
Doctor Vibrations. There's something in the tunnel ahead. I can feel movement.
(piccolo starts playing)
Sarah: Doctor, Doctor, what are you doing? This is a fine time to start playing your piccolo.
Doctor: I always play the piccolo when I'm nervous. Relieves the tension.
(piccolo plays again, heartbeat)
Sarah: Doctor! Look out behind you!
Doctor: Lets get out of here, quick!
Sarah: No. No, Doctor, Wait a minute. Backtrack. Look at the creature, there's something wrong. It's trembling, shaking.
Doctor: (insistant) Get out of the way, Sarah, get out of the way!
Sarah: (just as insistant) No! There's something wrong I tell you. The music. Quick, Doctor, play your piccolo again!
Doctor: What? What do you take me for? The Pied Piper?
Sarah: Now! Do as I say, quickly!
(piccolo plays, roar intensifies)
Sarah: Louder, Doctor, Louder!....Look, it's going away, Doctor, the creature is going. It's packing into the tunnel.
I must say, I had no idea my musical talent would be so enthusiastically recieved, for it cetainly had the desired effect. Quite unwittingly, we had stumbled upon the one effective enemy of the Pescatons. An enemy as repellent to these creatures as it is to so many of the killer sharks which mercilessly ravage the oceans of the planet Earth. That enemy was noise, high-pitched noise.
The hunt was on. If we were to prevent the migration to Earth of the entire Pescaton species, then our only hope was to seek out the nerve center of that species and destroy it. Zor, their creator, had to be destroyed. but time was running out. Soon the hot blazeof the sun would be moving in for the final destruction of the planet of Pesca. Soon the planet wouls be no more than a galaxy spread across the dark, endless night of space.
At last, our chance came. During the lull that followed the first wave of attacks, reports were coming in which described a different, more terrifying creature which was taking refuge in a sewer somwhere beneath the city streets. The description of this gigantic beast with an oval-shaped head and a body covered with shiny, metallic scales soon confirmed my suspicion that we had located the lifeline of the Pescaton civilisation: their leader, the all powerful Zor.
With the help of Professor Emerson, I set up high-frequency electronic sound equipment around the walls of a cavity built into the sewr duct. If I could only find a way to lure Zor into that cavity, the sound beam would activate a blast deadly enough to cut right into his brain.
Alone in the dark, again. Waiting. Waiting fot the final confrontation which would decide the destiny of two great civilisatioons, one good, one evil. But what wouls happen if the sound wave failed to work? Hadn't Zor proved himself to be invincible, to be all-powerful? And what would happen if I myself succumbed to those powers? I waited anxiously. But not for long...
Zor: We meet again, Doctor.
His eyes were fixed on me, penetrating the dark, and his whole body was expanding to the pulsating rhythm of his own powerful heartbeat.
Zor: We meet again, Doctor, for the last time.
He moved closer and closer towards the cavity. Just a few more inches and he would be inside the sound activation barrier. Just a few more inches. But suddenly, he stopped. I had to do something. I had to get Zor moving again.
Doctor: Your power is broken, Zor. The Pescaton civilisation is at an end. Within hours, all that will remain of your planet will lie scattered accross the universe.
Zor: Correction. This is no end for we Pescatons, Doctor. Only rhe beginning.
A few more inches, I must draw him forward a few more inches, but some... something's happening to me. I... I can't move. Th eyes, the creature's eyes satring at me, right into me. I... I can't hold on. Falling away, my power is falling away...
Zor:(slowly) Only the beginning, Doctor, the beginnig...Kill, Kill, Kill
The cavity! Inside the cavity! The switch!
(high-pitched whine)
The sound (Zor cries out) tore into the creatures brain cells. Its whole gigantic body quivered and trembled, its heart beat fatser and faster and faster.
(heartbeat accelerates, Zor's cry intesifies)
Suddenly, (Zor's cry stops) it was all over. Before my very eyes the invincible, all-powerful Zor completely disintegrated. (whine lowers in pitch and stops) And with him, the entire species of an evil, alien civiliastion. All that remained now was the vertebra of a giant deep-sea fish. The lifeline was broken. The invasion at an end. So, too, was the planet of Pesca.
And so, my friends, our story is at an end. The TARDIS is waiting (TARDIS begins takeoff) and I must move on to another time, another place. Perhaps some remote corner of the outer universe, but wherever it is, we shall meet again. We shall meet again... (TARDIS completes takeoff)