Doctor Who_ Storm Harvest - Mike Tucker [105]
moats and channels, diverting the river that streamed out of the jungle.
He had been working on every aspect of the reconstruction of the colony and there were already mutterings from the administration about keeping him on. Ace smiled. The two of them had already agreed that they would just slip off quietly one evening – but not just yet.
She lay back on the towel, looking up at the sky. Troy was playing with the kite again, though from the erratic patterns it was making in the sky he still hadn’t mastered it. It weaved against the rings and, as Ace watched it, her eyes grew heavy. She jerked awake at a cry of alarm from the Doctor. The kite began to plummet earthwards. The Doctor stood defensively in front of his sandcastle, arms outstretched.
The kite swooped lower and lower, skimming the sand, then suddenly swept skywards again in an elegant arc, almost striking the Doctor full in the face, knocking his hat from his head. He stood on the edge of the moat, arms windmilling wildly and, to the cheers of the kids and the helpless laughter of Ace, toppled backwards into his creation.
The noise of the delighted children rang across the beach as they hurried forward to dig the Doctor out. Ace wiped the tears from her eyes, pulled her shades down and settled back on the sand.
High above the oceans of Coralee, NavSat Nine drifted in its elegant orbit checking and rechecking the hundreds of new signals beamed up from the central computer.
It tracked a transport to low orbit, its scanners shielding themselves as the freighter went to warp in a blaze of radiation.
For a microsecond its sensor array swept across the huge chunks of ice and rock that tumbled overhead, checking, as instructed, for debris from the Cythosi ship.
Sweeping clear, it turned its attention to the planet once more and drifted on into the blackness of space.
Nestled in the rings of Coralee, clinging to the rocks, frozen in the ice, the eggs glinted like diamonds.
Inside the glistening skins the cold black eyes of the Krill stared into space.
Unseeing. Eternally patient.
Among them, a single light winking on the cold metal of its surface, the weapon drifted, tumbling gently amid a sea of stars.
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Document Outline
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Storm Harvest Intro
Storm Harvest
RC
Table of Contents
PART ONE
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Part Two
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Part Three
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Part Four
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Epilogue