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Doctor's
party made their way to the awaiting Sensorite ship, Barbara and
Maitland waved them goodbye under the watchful
eye of their Sensorite guard.
Despite the
Doctor's assurances, Barbara felt distinctly uneasy. If the Doctor
could not find a cure for the disease that was killing the Sensorites
what would happen to them all? Without the TARDIS they would be
trapped forever in this forgotten corner of time and space with no
chance of ever returning home. Or perhaps the Sensorites would kill
them, not prepared to let them stand by as their race died off one by
one? Or perhaps they too would fall victim to the disease that was
ravaging the Sense-Sphere?
All their fates
rested with the Doctor, as they had done so many times before. But
could even the Doctor save an entire race from extinction?
Hidden Danger
Bounded to the
north and west by a range of yellow mountains, and to the south and
east by a great blue lake and a lush forest, the Sensorites' City was
a haven of beauty and serenity. The sun sparkled down on the domed
buildings and crystalline towers of the City, which in turn reflected
the sun's light in a thousand different colours. Here and there in
secluded gardens Sensorites would stop to talk, their conversations
uninterrupted save for the noise of cascading fountains, and the
gentle songs of birds.
Most magnificent of
all the buildings in the City was the Palace of the Elders, a
brilliant blue crystal dome, built on massive arches and towers, and
soaring above all else in the City. It was here in this Palace in a
small simply furnished chamber at the very apex of the dome that the
First and Second Elders of the Sensorite Nation were seated in
discussion. The subject of their conversation was the imminent
arrival of the Doctor and his party.
The physical
appearance of the two Sensorite leaders was almost identical. Apart
from the two black sashes which the First Elder wore criss-crossed
across his chest, and the single sash worn by the Second Elder, they
were virtually indistinguishable.
Hovering around the
First Elder's splendid golden throne and hanging on to his two
superiors' every word was the City Administrator, a small dumpy
Sensorite distinguishable by the black band around his neck. From
time to time other Sensorites would enter the chamber, bringing
flasks of sparkling water and bowls of fruit.
'Why should we
welcome to our planet the same creatures who have been the cause of
our destruction?' The Second Elder wanted to know. 'The deaths of our
people will increase if these humans are allowed on the
Sense-Sphere.'
'I am the ruler of
this planet, and I have decided to use the humans to
investigate the deaths of our people,' the First Elder declared
firmly. 'Sometimes we must fight fire with fire...'
'The First Elder
makes a wise decision,' ingratiated the Administrator. Neither the
First nor the Second Elder paid him an attention.
'These
Earth-creatures are loud and ugly things,' continued the Second
Elder. 'Why could we not meet them in the desert or the mountains?'
'It is the failure
of all beings that they judge through their own eyes,' the First
Elder answered patiently. 'To them, we may appear ugly.' The
Administrator let out an involuntary gasp of astonishment as the
First Elder continued: 'What we must cultivate between ourselves is
trust: that is why I have invited them to the Palace.'
'There are animals
in our deserts and forests, but we do not invite them into our
palaces,' argued the Second Elder. 'How can we be sure that these
Earth-creatures are not animals also?'
'Do not
underestimate them!' cautioned the First Elder. 'Do we possess a ship
that can traverse the borders of the Universe?' he asked, standing up
and moving over to a circular table upon which lay a short metallic
cylinder - the TARDIS lock. 'This strange mechanism my Warriors
brought to me looks like an ordinary lock, but our research proves it
to be in reality an electronic miracle which reveals a mind of
science far
party made their way to the awaiting Sensorite ship, Barbara and
Maitland waved them goodbye under the watchful
eye of their Sensorite guard.
Despite the
Doctor's assurances, Barbara felt distinctly uneasy. If the Doctor
could not find a cure for the disease that was killing the Sensorites
what would happen to them all? Without the TARDIS they would be
trapped forever in this forgotten corner of time and space with no
chance of ever returning home. Or perhaps the Sensorites would kill
them, not prepared to let them stand by as their race died off one by
one? Or perhaps they too would fall victim to the disease that was
ravaging the Sense-Sphere?
All their fates
rested with the Doctor, as they had done so many times before. But
could even the Doctor save an entire race from extinction?
Hidden Danger
Bounded to the
north and west by a range of yellow mountains, and to the south and
east by a great blue lake and a lush forest, the Sensorites' City was
a haven of beauty and serenity. The sun sparkled down on the domed
buildings and crystalline towers of the City, which in turn reflected
the sun's light in a thousand different colours. Here and there in
secluded gardens Sensorites would stop to talk, their conversations
uninterrupted save for the noise of cascading fountains, and the
gentle songs of birds.
Most magnificent of
all the buildings in the City was the Palace of the Elders, a
brilliant blue crystal dome, built on massive arches and towers, and
soaring above all else in the City. It was here in this Palace in a
small simply furnished chamber at the very apex of the dome that the
First and Second Elders of the Sensorite Nation were seated in
discussion. The subject of their conversation was the imminent
arrival of the Doctor and his party.
The physical
appearance of the two Sensorite leaders was almost identical. Apart
from the two black sashes which the First Elder wore criss-crossed
across his chest, and the single sash worn by the Second Elder, they
were virtually indistinguishable.
Hovering around the
First Elder's splendid golden throne and hanging on to his two
superiors' every word was the City Administrator, a small dumpy
Sensorite distinguishable by the black band around his neck. From
time to time other Sensorites would enter the chamber, bringing
flasks of sparkling water and bowls of fruit.
'Why should we
welcome to our planet the same creatures who have been the cause of
our destruction?' The Second Elder wanted to know. 'The deaths of our
people will increase if these humans are allowed on the
Sense-Sphere.'
'I am the ruler of
this planet, and I have decided to use the humans to
investigate the deaths of our people,' the First Elder declared
firmly. 'Sometimes we must fight fire with fire...'
'The First Elder
makes a wise decision,' ingratiated the Administrator. Neither the
First nor the Second Elder paid him an attention.
'These
Earth-creatures are loud and ugly things,' continued the Second
Elder. 'Why could we not meet them in the desert or the mountains?'
'It is the failure
of all beings that they judge through their own eyes,' the First
Elder answered patiently. 'To them, we may appear ugly.' The
Administrator let out an involuntary gasp of astonishment as the
First Elder continued: 'What we must cultivate between ourselves is
trust: that is why I have invited them to the Palace.'
'There are animals
in our deserts and forests, but we do not invite them into our
palaces,' argued the Second Elder. 'How can we be sure that these
Earth-creatures are not animals also?'
'Do not
underestimate them!' cautioned the First Elder. 'Do we possess a ship
that can traverse the borders of the Universe?' he asked, standing up
and moving over to a circular table upon which lay a short metallic
cylinder - the TARDIS lock. 'This strange mechanism my Warriors
brought to me looks like an ordinary lock, but our research proves it
to be in reality an electronic miracle which reveals a mind of
science far
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