(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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sarah : Fish who can build a spacecraft and fly off to
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
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
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
(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.
(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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.
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
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.
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!
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
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
Doctor: Don't ask me to exlpain the organic structure if
Sarah: Why not?
Doctor: Because I haven't a clue.
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
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!
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)
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)
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
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,
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
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!
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
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