Doctor Who_ War Games - Malcolm Hulke [57]
‘I suppose I have,’ said the Doctor. ‘Earth seems particularly vulnerable to attack by other worlds.’
‘For that reason you will be sent back to that planet, in exile.’
‘Exile?’
‘You will remain there for such time as we deem proper.
During that time the secret of the TARDIS will be taken from you.’
‘Surely,’ the Doctor pleaded, ‘you can’t condemn me to exile on one primitive planet! Besides I’m known on Earth already. It will be very difficult for me.’
‘Your appearance has changed before: it will change again.’
‘You can’t change what I look like without consulting me!’
‘Here is your first choice,’ said the voice. On the screen appeared a man’s face—sunken cheeks, hair white, dull eyes.
‘Good gracious,’ exclaimed the Doctor. ‘Too old!’
The first picture was replaced with another.
‘No, never! Too thin.’
Another picture appeared.
‘Too young. No one would respect me...’
‘You are wasting time,’ said the great voice.
‘It’s not my fault, is it? Is this the best you can do? I’ve never seen such a collection.’
‘The decision will be taken for you.’
‘This is preposterous! I have a right to decide what I look like. People on Earth attach great importance to appearance...’
As he spoke the Doctor vanished from where he had been standing. It was now his face that filled the screen. He looked down angrily.
‘Is this some sort of joke? Put me back where I was!’
The great voice said, ‘The time has come for you to change your appearance and to begin your exile. There will be no further discussion.’
‘I refuse to be treated like this,’ said the Doctor. ‘What are you doing now?’
The Doctor’s face on the screen had begun to revolve, first slowly then fast.
‘Stop!’ his voice cried out. ‘You’re making me giddy... I won’t have it! You can’t do this to me!’
The image of the Doctor’s face spun faster and faster until it became a blur. Finally the screen went blank and the Doctor’s voice was heard no more.
The accusing Time Lord looked upwards. ‘I think you did right. He would never have fitted in back here.’
‘I agree,’ said the great voice. ‘It’s a pity. He would have brightened the place up no end.’
Document Outline
Front Cover
Rear Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
Prologue
1 Sentence of Death
2 Escape
3 The Time Mist
4 Back to the Ch�teau
5 The War Room
6 The Process
7 The Security Chief
8 Battle for the Ch�teau
9 The Trap
10 Fall of the War Chief
11 The Trial of Doctor Who
Table of Contents
Prologue
1 Sentence of Death
2 Escape
3 The Time Mist
4 Back to the Château
5 The War Room
6 The Process
7 The Security Chief
8 Battle for the Château
9 The Trap
10 Fall of the War Chief
11 Trial of Doctor Who