Doctor Who_ Ten Little Aliens Part 1

TEN LITTLE ALIENS.

by STEPHEN COLE.

Chapter One

Postern of Fate

I.

We're going to take the jump.

The smoky corridor ahead is broken up, a big black gash keeping one end from the other, like a giant's kicked through it. This whole level is dimly lit, the indifferent white of emergency lighting spread too thin. Behind us we hear the low whine of the Kill-Droid charging up its laser.

Hear that and you've got five seconds.

We turn, bring the gun to bear. We're used to something bigger than this pulse cannon, the trigger's so small we can barely fit our finger round it. Makes little odds - there's smoke everywhere, generators are on fire, we can't see.

We couldn't stop the Schirr taking the bridge. We couldn't save the hostages. The Ardent Ardent had no choice but to take out the whole ship. Good of Haunt to whack out the top section of the had no choice but to take out the whole ship. Good of Haunt to whack out the top section of the Harbinger Harbinger first. Gives us five whole minutes to get back out. first. Gives us five whole minutes to get back out.

One Kill-Droid floats out of the white mist at last. Cherry-red lasers spew out of its twin barrels. We dive, roll and turn, teetering on the chasm's edge. Our neck tears on puckered metal. We can feel blood but we're too charged to feel the pain right now. The Kay-Dee takes the pulse. Its crystal head cracks and shatters like ice under a boot. Clatters to the ground.

Now we hear footsteps. Reload the pulse barrel, unthinking, just on instinct. Gauge the jump again. We can do it, but we'll need a run-up. Straight into whatever's sprinting for us now? If it's on its feet down here it should be friendly, but -

A tall, dark shape flies out of the fog. Almost Almost friendly. friendly.

Denni. Her eyes narrow as she sees us. Cannon raised, blonde dreadlocks flapping as she spins on her heel, she fires. The mist illuminates like sheet lightning's ripping through it. There's a huge explosion, we feel the heat, smell oil and burnt-out electrics.

'It's you that's drawing the droids here, Shadow,' she shouts over her shoulder at us. 'Your damper's dried out.'

Jesus, we're a droid magnet. 'Where are the others?'

'Lindey's dead.' Denni's voice is terse, like it's all our fault somehow. I don't know about Joiks.'

We get up, join her and fire some more into the thick smog.

'Then I'll hold them off here,' we say. 'Get out of here. Pod's that way.'

Denni scoots without another word. She doesn't get far.

'Shadow,' she shouts. 'The ground's blown out. No one can cross this.'

'Sure they can.' We hear the whine of a kill-charge building, and criss-cross the corridor with pulse-fire. 'Look, the pods are just two hundred metres through that smoke. Don't think about it. Go.'

'You're crazy. I'll have to double back.'

'We can do do it. The pods are waiting. Follow me.' it. The pods are waiting. Follow me.'

'No! If you hold them off, then I -'

Fine. So stay. We've got to take this jump. We're gonna prove we can do it. Denni won't take anything on trust from us no more but everyone watching this back on base, every d.a.m.ned one of them, is going to watch us , feel , feel us clear this gap. us clear this gap.

We push away from the crumpled lip of the floor. In the vids, leaps like this come in slow motion. The thrill stretched out so we can enjoy the long moments of will we, won't we will we, won't we clear the gap. clear the gap.

It only takes us a split-second to know Denni's right. We're not going to make this.

We reach out for the twisted edge, helplessly, as the jump becomes a fall. Denni's shouting something, we think maybe she's. .h.i.t, but we blank her out. We've caught a blackened metal spur projecting from the lip. We're gonna haul ourselves out of here. Our muscles feel like they'll split our skin open as we raise ourselves level with the charred floor.

And we see a Kay-Dee's gla.s.sy head, sparkling blue-grey as it blows out of the smoke ahead of us. It waves the stubs of its twin-barrels at us, a victory dance. The guns swivel into position.

The charge kicks in, energy builds ready to take our face off.

Well, we've been through that once. This is where thinking we know best always gets us. We're jinxed. We bellow out curse after curse in frustration. And we drop into the blackness.

Hitting the force mats a hundred metres below.

We lie there, panting for breath in the darkness. Eyes screwed up. We've We've screwed up, again. It's too dark for the webset to function right down here, there's no image to relay. screwed up, again. It's too dark for the webset to function right down here, there's no image to relay.

Thoughts cloud up. We can imagine how it is for them watching back in Debrief as we disa.s.sociate from these recorded feelings, start to drift.

Something crashes down beside us. Hears us holler back up at the distant patch of white smoke high above. A few seconds later it scrambles over. We're too tired to even react.

It's black down here, we can't see anything, but we recognise Denni s breathing from better times in the dark.

'Is your webset off, Shadow?' she murmurs. 'There's something I have to do.'

It isn't. We don't say anything.

Denni spits in our face.

Cheers and wolf-whistles cut through the dark silence.

Colonel Adam Shade found he was wiping his cheek when the lights went up in the visual debriefing room. He felt exposed. The rest of his team were going wild with laughter, gesturing obscenely, throwing their websets to the floor.

'Nice jump, Shadow,' jeered Frog, and her pale blue eyes bulged even more grotesquely than normal. 'Maybe you shoulda asked your lovely pretty Denni to give you a push, huh?'

Shade gritted his teeth. Frog's voice synthesiser made her every sentence a fire alarm.

'Or how about a ride, ride, hull, Shadow?' She laughed, a metallic buzzing Shade was growing far too used to. 'For old times' hull, Shadow?' She laughed, a metallic buzzing Shade was growing far too used to. 'For old times'

sake, huh?'

'Shut it, Frog,' Denni said, shifting uncomfortably in her hard seat, sounding bored. 'And Shade, get me killed one more time and I will see to it you never walk again, do you get me?'

Shade smirked at her. 'Don't I always?'

Denni tutted. 'Those days are long gone, Shadow Just be grateful I'm still speaking to you.'

'Hey, did you two ever, like, get it together with your websets on?' This was Joiks. Obvious, fatuous, unfunny, of course it was Joiks. He stooped to pick up Denni's discarded webset, displaying the large bald spot that nestled in his short black hair, and spun the slim metal band round his finger. 'Man, I'd pay to see that little vid.'

'I did already,' said Lindey from the row in front of him. She turned to face the audience of twenty or so, her mouth opened in an exaggerated yawn. Shade took a swipe at the tangle of red ringlets that crowned her thin, angular face. She was too quick for him, as usual, bobbing back out of reach.

She got her laugh from the others in the room. Shade wondered how she'd stayed quiet for so long amid so many opportunities to put him down. He shut his eyes to help him wake up, willing himself to drag his feelings free of the sensor net. It was days since the drop now. His team had failed, failed totally. Meanwhile some new guy fresh out of Academy Intelligence had led his bunch to the pods safely and got away to join Marshal Haunt and second and third AT Elite Corps on Central Ship.

As if he'd somehow conjured her, Haunt's face snapped up on to the viewscreen, her salt-and-pepper hair sc.r.a.ped back off her high forehead into a stubby ponytail. She didn't look happy. That was nothing new.

'So you failed,' she said flatly. 'And now you're all dead. A handful more human sacrifices to rid ourselves of another hundred Schirr.'

Shade removed his webset, wishing he could crush the flimsy metal construction. He hated the things. You had to wear them in exercises so that everyone could learn from your many, many mistakes. The rest of his team had lived his part in the mission with him, seen it through his eyes, felt the same frustrations and hurts he'd had for real. And of course, when they got back out they killed themselves laughing about the way he'd got killed himself.

Your suit's systems were no longer damping your vital signs, Shade,' Haunt remarked. 'You were drawing every droid in the place straight to you '

'Yes, Marshal,' Shade snapped. His voice didn't seem quite real after hearing the world inside him for so long. His head was throbbing like an old engine.

Haunt kept on staring at him, her thin lips pursed. Once, she might've been attractive, but anything soft or feminine about her had been ground away by the soldier she had become. Her face was lined, and held a permanent look of fatigue; Shade didn't like to think too hard about what she had lived through. Now almost forty, she'd had fifteen years'

experience in front line combat before Pent Central had pensioned her off to the training corps.

'You were aware that you were risking the life of a team-mate,' she said, deliberate and clear.

'I thought if I could clear the gap we could reach the pods together,' Shade said, meeting her cold grey gaze.

'It's clear to see what you thought thought,' Haunt snapped. 'You were wrong. What should you have done?'

Shade blinked, opened his mouth to speak.

'Denni told him Lindey was out of the game,' said Joiks.

'Shade could could have asked Denni for Lindey's last location.' have asked Denni for Lindey's last location.'

Frog nodded, absurdly enthusiastic as always. 'He coulda led the Kay-Dees away from Denni,' she said. 'Taken Lindey's suit. Tight fit, but chances are the dampers were still functional.'

Lindey threw up her hands, pretended to gag. 'No! No way!'

She looked at Shade and shook her head. 'You're never never seeing me naked, Shadow. Not even in death.' seeing me naked, Shadow. Not even in death.'

'd.a.m.ned right.' Shade smiled coldly back at her. 'That plan occurred to me, of course. Figured I'd rather take the jump.'

He got his laugh. Lindey pressed her lips into a mocking pout. 'Love you, baby.'

'All right, enough,' Haunt said. 'That's good, Joiks.' Haunt always sounded particularly disinterested when she was giving praise. That would've been the best action you could've taken, Shade. In the circ.u.mstances.'

Shade didn't want to concede the point. 'Then again, we could be issued with more reliable combat suits.'

The room fell deathly quiet.

Haunt looked at Shade, and he registered the sneer on her face. You go in, Colonel Colonel Shade,' she said quietly, 'and you kill Schirr with whatever you've got.' Shade,' she said quietly, 'and you kill Schirr with whatever you've got.'

Shade nodded stiffly. 'Marshal.'

'And Denni,' Haunt went on. 'I don't know what bodily fluids you may have shared with Shade in the past and I don't want to know, but you don't spit them in his face.' She smiled faintly. 'We have to function here as part of a team. A single unit. One whole.'

Denni nodded. 'Marshal.' Then she blew a kiss at Shade.

Amid catcalls and laughter the atmosphere lightened again for a few moments.

'All right.' Haunt's eyes, grey as old stone, stared out at them all from the screen. 'You've got five minutes downtime.

Then you'll join the rest of the year in Theatre One for full mission debrief. And Shade...'

Shade shut his eyes and inwardly groaned.

'... You will kindly report in full combat armour. Out.' will kindly report in full combat armour. Out.'

II.

Theatre One stank of sweat and polish. Shade looked around with worried interest at the two hundred-odd faces in the lecture hall, sticking out from the stiff necks of their regimental uniforms. Most of them he'd seen around before.

He'd gone head to head with them on various missions over the last year. Now he was dressed for the part again, the only one here in a combat suit. But if Haunt had his humiliation on her mind, he'd settle for standing out. With a face like his, quite apart from being an Earthborn, he usually stood out wherever he went.