Voyages Of the Lost Time Lords - StarWriters Writing (best classic novels txt) 📗

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Dashing into the control room, Nick stood by Rzcepous’ side.
“I heard you yelling, is something wrong?”
Yes, something is wrong in manifold nine, our engineer -Deirok has attacked one of our men.”
As Nick heard those words he felt his heart sink. It was all very wrong, Deirok would never do something like that. Nick thought to himself for a moment as he mulled over the possibility that Deirok had been a traitor all this time. However, in his mind that couldn’t have been remotely possible. Deirok had been Nick’s friend at the academy. It was unthinkable for him to do such a thing. What was going on in manifold nine?

“So, where are you from?” Jonah asked The Protector as they walked down one of the corridors.
“Gallifrey, it was my home…untill it was destroyed in the great time war.” Said The Protector looking down.
“Wow, I’m sorry to hear that. I can’t even imagine what it would be like.”
Looking back up again she put on a smile. “Yeah well, the universe is my home now. Going from planet to planet, but jumping aboard a ship an being taken to the shadow proclamation is new for me.”
Jonah could see through her fake smile, somehow he could feel her anguish.
“So aren’t you going to ask me where I’m from?” He asked.
“You’re from the Ogron planet in the mutters spiral.” The Protector responded.    
Pointing at her, Jonah’s eyes grew wide. “Now that’s creepy. How did you know that?”
“It’s not creepy, I just know more than you think, and I also know that this is not supposed to be here.” She said pointing to an orange flower that hung on the steel wall of the hallway.
“This is very bad.” The Protector spoke as she stopped to get a better look.
Reaching to pull it off the wall, Jonah’s hand was slapped by The Protector.
“Do not touch it!” She yelled.
Suddenly, Jonah got a call on his com-link.
“Jonah, this is Nick.” The com-link buzzed. “We have a situation in manifold nine. Deirok has attacked Tarous, and we’re not sure if Tarous is still alive. Over.”
The Protector turned to Jonah, “now this is creepy. Stay close to me.”
“Deirok must be a traitor!” Yelled Jonah enraged.
“No, it’s worse than that.” Said The Protector. We need to get to the control room now –it may already be too late!” Her voice was tense as she led Jonah through the corridors. Although he did not know what was happening, his intuition was telling him that something bad was about to happen. Suddenly, the lights above them flickered until the hall was pitched black. The darkness was thick as the unknown loomed over them.

Taking out her sonic blaster, The Protector used the glowing blue beam as a flashlight in the darkness. Goosebumps rose on Jonah’s arms and down his back, as the room became ever quiet.
Suddenly, a man’s voice could be heard down the hall.
“Help!” Said the voice. “Is someone there?”
Recognizing the voice, Jonah ran down the hall.
“Wait! Jonah, don’t go!” Yelled The Protector.
“It’s ok! Its Tarous!” Yelled Jonah as he continued down the dark hall.
Turning the corner, he could see Tarous’ black figure. Sitting in the corner with his legs to his chest, Tarous starred at the wall.
Tarous! You’re all right. Are you hurt? Asked Jonah.
Turning to Jonah, he spoke slowly. “I feel better than I ever have!”
Wrapping his plant-like tendrils around Jonah, the mutant pulled him into the darkness.  
Running over to find Jonah, The Protector searched in a panic. Yelling, she tried to find him, but it was no use. He was gone.

Meanwhile Nick and Rzcepous monitored the craft as segments of code scrambled on their visual screens. Something was shutting the ship’s systems down -one by one systems went offline. Manifold nine was the very heart of the ship, it was where the power generator was located –the systems core. Suddenly, the lights in the control room switched off and emergency lights activated. Opening up the nearest override system controls, Rzcepous noticed something strange. –A flower, in the midst of controls, seeming very out of place. Reaching for it, Rzcepous motioned to grab it.  
All at once, The Protector made her way to the control room.
“Don’t touch that!” She yelled. Rzcepous stopped to look at her.
“It will grow spores in your brain and you’ll end up like Deirok and Tarous –and I don’t think you want that. Why does everyone want to touch these things?”
“It’s just a flower!” Responded Rzcepous.
“Pulling weeds out of peoples brains –not one of my favorite things to do.” Said The Protector.  
“How in the world did a flower get onboard the ship?” Asked Nick.
“These are not flowers. These are weeds. And these weeds are the problem on this ship.” Said The Protector.
“Your saying weeds are doing this?” Asked Rzcepous.
“No- Deadly, mutant weeds that grow at such a rapid speed that they could engulf the whole ship in fifteen minutes or less. And if we don’t stop them from growing we are going to be in very big trouble.” She replied.
“So what your saying is, we’re all dead meat!” Said Nick at seeing green vines emerge from the air ducts on the steel floor.
“No, I’m saying all we need is an anti-chloroplasic beam.” She responded.
“And that is?” Said Nick starting to get anxious.  
“Sorry, your right I should explain. It’s a Glutathione peroxidase catalyzesthe reduction of organic hydroperoxides, and lipid peroxides in thepresence of glutathione. Got it?” winked The Protector.
“I understand.” Said Nick Sarcastically. “So, do you have one of those...things?”
“No way, I would never carry a bulky thing like that around.” She said as she flipped her hair with her hand.
“Well that’s helpful!” Said Rzcepous.
“But I know someone who has one lying around.” Said The Protector. “Follow me!”

Turning on the blue light on her sonic blaster, Nick and Rzcepous followed The Protector to where her ‘capsule’ was located.
“I am not leaving the crew and this ship.” Said Rzcepous as he turned to go back to the control room. Putting her hand on his shoulder, The Protector reassured him. “We are not abandoning this ship. I promise we will save the crew and this ship. And I never ever make a promise I can not keep. But you have to trust me.  
Opening the doors they walked into the ‘capsule.’
“Welcome to my TARDIS!” She said as her voice echoed. “That stands for 'time and relative dimensions in space'…in case you’re wondering.”    
When they stepped in they both stopped dead in their tracks. Looking everywhere at once, Rzcepous said, “how is this possible?” Amazingly, the inside of the TARDIS was bigger than it was on the outside. The technology of the TARDIS seemed to be made from a mixture of organic looking materials. The walls of the TARDIS had a very strange looking texture for a craft of any kind -it was obviously Time Lord technology.
In the center of the TARDIS sat an eight-sided console. Lights, buttons and levers of odd shapes made up the complex controls.    
“This is what you travel in?” Exclaimed Nick.
“We always have.” Said The Protector.
“This is fantastic!” Said Nick as his voice echoed to the top of the wonderful machine which seemed to be endless.

The Protector stopped to explain the situation to Nick and Rzcepous. “Before I came aboard your ship to save your sorry backsides I was fighting off these exact same genetically freaked out flowers on New Earth with Lamora.”
“Who is Lamora?” Asked Nick.
“Lamora was part of a research team that tried to create more plant life on New Earth. Since New Earth is such a massive city the over all plant life is extremely low. In one of the largest cryogenics lab on New Earth, Lamora and the rest of the team created a super engineered plant life-”
-And things didn’t work out as planed.” Finished Nick.
“They definitely didn’t plan on a deadly mutant plant threatening the destruction of New Earth. So, although Lamora accidentally helped to create a deadly mutant plant, she is the only one who can help us now.” Said The Protector.

Disappearing from the shadow proclamation ship, the TARDIS reappeared on New Earth.
“We need to find Lamora.” Said The Protector. “However, this might be harder than I thought since she is always on the run these days.”
“Why, is she a criminal?” Asked Nick.
“There is a difference between being called a criminal and actually earning the title.” Said The Protector.

Opening the TARDIS doors, the three stepped out into the streets of New Earth. Persons flooded the dirty paved road reminding Nick of cockroaches running from the light. Bustling on the street in the great rush to arrive on time for appointments. Nick could see crafts hovering in the sky above them through the steam that rose from the sewer vents, filling the air around him with a thin fog.
“I have never been here before,” said Nick, “This is so exciting. I would like to explore this planet some more.”
“Sorry Nick, but we’re on a mission right now.” Said The Protector walking briskly. “But I’ll tell you what, I promise to take you here as soon as I can.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” Said Nick.
Scratching her head, The Protector thought to herself. “We need to go to the city underground.” Said The Protector. “I have an idea where Lamora is.”

On their way, the Protector was scanning for the anti-chloroplastic beam that Lamora had. "Hello," the Protector said with a confused voice, "My sonic screwdriver has picked up a techno-psychic residue. I'm not sure what it is." "Well, that sure is something if you don't even know what it is." Said Nick surprised. "It might be a Perception genareator." She scanned more around the area. "Here," she said while pointing her sonic screwdriver towards the ground. She ran to where there was rubble all over the ground. "What's here?" Asked Nick, all the while Rzcepous was being very ancy. "I don't know," the Protector replied, "but help me clean this rubble away." They both cleared away the rubble, and underneath it was a shard of metal. "This does not belong here." She said, starring at the piece of metal, wondering where it could have come from. Then, a light caught her eye. It was white and purple, in the shape of a ball, sitting in
mid-air. "What is that?" Asked the Protector. "What is what? Nick asked back confused. "You can't see it?" The Protector said louder and more impatiently. "See what?" Nick yelled back with the same amount of impatience. Rzcepous butted in, "Protector, we must find Lamora now!" "I don't take orders!" Said the Protector, who was bent on figuring out what it was. "I must save my ship!" Yelled Rzcepous who was now in her face. "I have a time machine, do you not get it?" "Sometimes I question your ability on how to use it." Rzcepous walked away. The Protector looked back at the light, and decided what was more important. "Alright guys, lets go."

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“Have you come here to help me?” Said Lamora.
“Actually, we were hoping you could help us.” Said Nick.
“The spores have broken out aboard a shadow proclamation vestal.” Added The Protector.  
“You spread the spores onboard a ship!” Yelled Lamora.
“It was an accident. The spores must have been in my TARDIS, and then when I opened the doors they must have got out.” Said The Protector.
“So this is all your fault!” Yelled Nick.
“Well, technically it’s Lamora’s fault, because she helped create them.” Replied The Protector with a nervous smile.
“It is because of you that we will lose our ship!” Yelled Rzcepous at The Protector.
“Listen, I promised you we would save the ship.” Replied The Protector. “But Lamora is the only one that can kill these weeds, that is… if you still have a anti-chloroplastic beam.”
“I do!” Replied Lamora.
Showing them the small gun, Lamora smiled. If what The Protector said was