"So what is the planet we're on?" DarkRula asks. "How am I meant to know?" The Doctor replies. "The only thing I can tell is that the atmosphere is breathable. Oh, and it's a forest planet." "Well that narrows it down some few hundred thousand." "Well, why don't we just explore?" "Why don't we just try and get this thing working again?" "Oi!" The Doctor sternly says. "Watch what you're saying about the old girl. If I could get her working again, I would, but she needs rest." DarkRula sighs. "Fine." Upon exiting the TARDIS, the first thing the two notice is that it is night on the planet. From the light spilling out from the TARDIS they could see a number of trees. The ground also appeared to slope upward. Walking up the slope, lights blink from over the top. The two climb up and fall prone, peering over the edge. The blinking lights were from shuttles taking off. They could just about make out the outline of a town. "I think we might have stumbled upon a community of some sort," DarkRula states. "But what type of community?" "I really don't know. The point is, we could go to that village and ask for help." "Really? Do you think anyone here would know how to fix something as complex as a time machine?" "Well it's..." "It's what?" The Doctor asks, after waiting for DarkRula to continue. "A flicker..." DarkRula says slowly. "A flicker in the Force... Like something-" Slowly, he rolls up to stand and walks back down the hill, but away from the TARDIS. The Doctor quickly follows. "Is it someone going for the TARDIS?" The Doctor asks. DarkRula continues walking in the same slow fashion for a while. The two come to a denser part of the forest, where the stars from the sky no longer shine. Only after waiting a while longer, and not sensing anything else, does DarkRula answer the question. "No. Something else. As though a Jedi is wondering around here, but doesn't want to be noticed." "Very perceptive of you," a voice floats from out of the darkness. "You're not the first to mistake us as such, and neither will you be the last." DarkRula's lightsaber was out and active quicker than The Doctor could blink. Then he blinks some more as the red light pierced the darkness. There was no-one around but for the two of them. "I know you're around!" DarkRula shouts. "Who are you?" There was no answering voice. DarkRula takes a few steps forward, waving his lightsaber around to shine light all around them. The Doctor stands back, watching. The light passes over an area of ground, black like oil. Rippling in the- "There's no wind..." The Doctor softly states. "Huh?" DarkRula grunts, clearly not paying attention. "He's perceptive as well," the voice calls again. "He did spot something you missed." The oil slick The Doctor was watching continued rippling, almost as though it was morphing, and this time DarkRula did spot it. Twirling the blade around, a second light joined the first and the lightsaber was held steady, inches from the pool of oil. Which had now become an animal of sorts. Covered in black fur, it had orange eyes. With sharp teeth the length of its snout, it had four fangs protruding over its lower lip. Those fangs ended in a double point. "I'd put that away if I were you, or at least get it out of my face," the creature said with a lisp. DarkRula brings the lightsaber closer to himself, and shuts off one side while lowering the other point to the ground. "There. That's better. Now, what would the two of you be doing around here? You don't seem to belong on this planet." "We don't," DarkRula answers. "We were heading somewhere and needed to make a stop." "You don't believe that any more than I do. I believe you were drawn here. To us. To the gurlanins. To me, Colsor." DarkRula brings his head up and lets it fall in a silent sigh. "Well if you say that, then you must be a Force-user of some type." "Not a Force-user. A telepath, only able to commune with my own kind with it. Now follow. The darkness is full of predators." "So why could I not feel you? Through the Force?" "But you did. For a moment. I allowed you to feel me, for comfort. To show that I wasn't going to attack. We can block ourselves from any sensor." "Right... Show us where you're taking us then." The Doctor would have been a bit less trusting. He sensed that they were in the presence of a spy. A perfect saboteur. Then again, he didn't have the Force to guide his decisions.
The three had reached what looked like a farmhouse. The light from DarkRula's lightsaber showed that it was made from wood. The outside was a mess, with a few tools scattered about. Inside, it looked as though a battle had taken place long ago. Everything was scattered about and a table was upended. There was no sign of bodies or blood, or even mechanical parts. "You should get some rest," Colsor says. "What is this place?" DarkRula demands. "Funny place for someone like you to live, and it looks as though a family had lived here." The gurlanin sighs. "I had expected a question as such. We are trying to drive the farmers who returned here out again." The Doctor steps forward and says "That might be so, but why? What reason is there for doing so?" "The Trade Federation. Long ago, before the Clone Wars, the Trade Federation had set up a base here. Farmers moved in to grow and sell crops, all owned by the Federation. Then the Clone Wars started and this planet became recognised." The gurlanin leaps lightly onto a still standing chair before continuing. "A Jedi had come hunting for the Federation. We gurlanins helped from the sidelines, and a squad of clones came along. We helped them; they helped us, reluctantly and with some pressure, remove the Federation from this world." The gurlanin morphs into what DarkRula recognises as a Republic Commando. Fully armoured and light grey in colour, the helmet looked familiar to anyone who had seen a Mandalorian. It was roughly the same T-shaped visor. The gurlanin morphed back before continuing. "After that, this world became peaceful once more. But we knew that one day the Federation would return. And about a hundred standard years earlier, they did. Not that anyone noticed anything. Or did anything about it." DarkRula and The Doctor glance at each other. It seemed as though something was missing from the story. And it was The Doctor who supplied that. "Again. Why though? Why did you want them gone?" "They were killing us off. Not that they knew it originally. Our food supplies were being cut short, they were removing our forests a bit at a time. No, they needed to be gone. And we made sure that they knew we were the ones they were dealing with. "Of course, they're smarter now. They do it intentionally these days, sometimes even setting up traps to capture us. We are at war with them, and winning, but not as fast as we would like." "So to get rid of them originally you revealed yourself to them? And now they're using that against you?" The Doctor asks. "Why reveal yourself at all?" "Because, just like now, they weren't moving fast enough. We simply helped that along." The Doctor looks to DarkRula as if to say "What else". "Hold on, though," DarkRula says, stepping forward. "Surely there were better tactics for removing them even quicker than just revealing yourself and hoping for the best." The gurlanin paused at this point, looking lost in thought. "I don't have all the details," Colsor answers. "I wasn't alive at that time. All of what I know is the stories of others who were around then. I suppose they wanted to use scare tactics. By showing the farmers who they were really dealing with, it might have given them seconds thoughts." "But it didn't work," The Doctor put in. "I know that," Colsor growled. "That is why we are at war with them again." "You keep saying war though," DarkRula interjects. "As though it was the same last time." "But it was. Like I said, the Jedi and clones helped us." "But without the details." "From what I heard, a garrison of clone troopers was placed here, and when it got to the point where a stalemate was brewing, a Jedi was brought in. A great number of farmers had been willing to go. Others had hunkered down and had started brewing trouble. Protests and the like." "But I still don't get how farmers were able to cause this much trouble." "Because the Republic was foolish enough to arm those farmers thinking that they were helping matters." "Which complicated them instead," The Doctor figures. "So now the Federation knows you're here, they armed the farmers with weapons themselves knowing that you wouldn't be happy about them moving back here." "Yes," Colsor agrees. "And no-one but the Federation even seems to know we're here. Or even care. We have had no help this time." DarkRula looks at The Doctor and sees that they both agree. This world come use some help. "I think it's time you had some help," DarkRula says. "This world could use some help." "I knew you would," the gurlanin says softly. "With just the two of us, this attack probably won't be very drawn out," The Doctor says. "Be quick with whatever you are planning." "The gurlanins will fight alongside us," DarkRula reminds him. "And we have The Ark. All those droids are sure to make things easier." "So you're just planning to wipe them out. All of them." "No!" DarkRula scoffs. "But force is needed. Colsor says they won't move willingly, they need to be taught a lesson. If they were attacked with Federation technology-" "You have that?" Colsor asks, tilting his head to one side. "The Ark is a Federation cruiser outfitted with prototype battle droids." "So the Jedi are at war with the Federation?" "Haven't we always?" DarkRula says offhandedly, before moving back to the plan. "With Federation technology attacking them, those farmers will think the Federation itself has had enough of them." "So you think," The Doctor says. "An all-out attack probably wouldn't win the battle, though." "So what? You want to talk with them? They're not going to listen to you, just like they haven't listened to the gurlanins. That's the point." "What if we tried to convince one, who would then convince others?" "None of them can be reasoned with. And even if they were interested in leaving, what makes you so sure that they'd tell anyone else to lay off the gurlanins?" "How about we pretend to be one of the farmers then?" "These people all know each other! How is that going to convince them?" "If it could work," Colsor speaks up, "we could capture one of the farmers and one of us gurlanins take his place. Though I seem to remember Jedi being able to persuade people to change objectives and such. Are you really telling me you wouldn't be able to do that?" "For one or two, yes," DarkRula reasons. "But we have to be talking about hundreds of farmers here. Scattered across the planet." "Maybe walking up to the Federation front door would be a good idea." "They have a base? Why don't we scout it out?" "We already have. From our last check, it had massive defences. The Qiiluran base - small in size, but massive in scope." "Meaning?" "Farming is just one of their ventures. They also seem to have a scientific venture as well. From what I recall, last time it was a virus for killing off the Republic clone soldiers. This time, it could be aimed at us." "So we get into the base, have another scope around, and see what damage can be done," DarkRula summarises. "That we can agree on?" "One of you two will have to do it," Colsor says. "Or both of you. They have some way of knowing when we get into their base, in any of our forms." A beeping came from DarkRula's comlink. "Yes?" he says into it. "Sir," the voice of a battle droid responds. "How is the mission going?" "We... Got a little sidetracked." He looked at The Doctor as he said that, a slight glare in his eyes. "We're on a new mission regarding the gurlanins of Qiilura." "Uh-Oh!" came a chorus of voices. The battle droid on call asks "What are you planning to do?" "Remove those that disturb the peace here with force, and with their own forces." "Are you planning an infiltration of a base?" "No," DarkRula says with a slight droop of his head. "The Ark comes here, and you have a shuttle loaded with droids brought down here." "Oh. Um, now?" "Yes. As soon as." "Right away, sir!" the droid says, perking up. The link is cut and DarkRula stares at the comlink with a slight look of confusion on his face. "What?" The Doctor asks. "Well, they sure did seem a bit scared of this place," DarkRula says. "I can't help but think they know something." "Well if this is a Federation owned planet, and you ran off with The Ark and all its droids, don't you think they'd be scared of returning to their own territory? Wouldn't The Ark be on some kind of traitors list?" "It's possible. But there could still be some other reason." "Either way, using the droids is the best bet we have for victory, is it not?" "Yes, I agree. Once they land, we use them to first destroy the headquarters, then move down the ranks of important places until we're left with the farmers. If done quick enough, the planet could be retaken in a day." "You underestimate the ability of these farmers," Colsor says. "Rest. Tomorrow we can scout out the base and finalise the plans."
The sun rose over the forests, and the inhabitants of the small hut on the rough road had woke early to sort plans. Those plans had got nowhere other than trying to somehow get into the Federation base. The Doctor, DarkRula, and Colsor found themselves an hour later on the fringes of the forest looking out at two buildings. One of which sat upon a hill. The other looked like a regular wooden farmhouse, but Colsor insisted that this was the main base of operations. "A wooden farmhouse, as a biological facility?" DarkRula scoffs. "Ridiculous." "It might look like a regular old farmhouse," Colsor insists. "But take away that wooden framework, and you'll find a triple layer security system with solid bulkheads surrounding the outside of the facility. It's tough to get into. The Federation obviously kept the plans from last time." "Well," DarkRula says, stretching as he stood up. "If we need to get in, I'm going in. Just-" "You're just going to walk up to the front door and knock?" The Doctor asks inquisitively. "Yeah. I'm sure I can overpower someone with the Force. Even a droid." "Which the Force doesn't work on." "Only the mind control." DarkRula then unhooks his lightsaber off his belt and hands it to The Doctor. "Look after this." "What about the other one?" DarkRula took the flask from the rear of his belt, opened it, and emptied the rest of it on the ground. He the placed the other lightsaber - Kronis' lightsaber - into the flask, which then gets hooked to the front left of his belt. Sorry Kronis, DarkRula says to himself. I'll be sure to clean it later. With both The Doctor and Colsor watching from the treeline, DarkRula was certain he could both get inside quickly, and call for backup quickly if needed. At the front door, there was a simple call button on the left of the doors. After pressing it and waiting, the door was answered by a woman in a white long-coat. She seemed to be in a panic about something. As such, he was let in without any clearance. Without looking back to the treeline, DarkRula follows her inside. He can sense that something is wrong, but not anything that will attack him. Withdrawing out from the Force, he catches what is said by the woman. "-and everyone else just seems to have disappeared, so I've been working the administrative side of things all on my own-" "Wait," DarkRula interjects. "There's no-one else here?" "No-one. Not even at the communications building up on the hill." "Strange..." DarkRula says to himself. Raising his head again, he asks "Could you get access to the labs?" "Oh, yes. This way." It seemed as though the labs took up more space than the administrative part of the building, but all of it was designed with the same clinical whiteness on both walls and floor. On the ceiling, as well as the clinical whiteness, were numerous low-powered lights. The whiteness of everything seemed to reflect even the lowest of light sources to a high brightness. A code was entered and the double doors to the labs opened. It was obvious there was no-one around. And it was also obvious why. As soon as the lights were turned on, there were numerous glinting lights on the floor. These belonged to the bolts holding a rack down fast on the ground. Within each of the sections of the rack was a spherical canister. Each was a bomb. Filled with rhydonium.
The Doctor had been called in to look at the canisters of rhydonium. DarkRula was pleased to see an escort of battle droids behind him. It meant The Ark was in the system. While he had been waiting for The Doctor to arrive, DarkRula had noted the singular remote bomb that would set off the chain reaction. The transceiver on it wasn't powerful enough to reach even half way across the planet, which meant whoever had the control for it had to be close. The female who had been managing the place was still fretting about. She'd been doing so ever since the bomb had been discovered. Once she saw the battle droids she seemed to calm a bit. At least enough to start asking questions. "Am I really the only one left around?" she asks. "Ark, this is DarkRula," he says into his comlink. "Can you run a full planetary scan, please?" A "Roger. Roger," came through before a silence of a minute. The report was then voiced. "Nothing, sir. There are only three human-like signatures on the planet." "So they have evacuated the planet..." "Wait," The Doctor says. "You mean that ship we saw leaving wasn't just a cargo vehicle?" "It must have held the last of the farmers," DarkRula reasons. "Which means whatever the plan is, it must be happening soon." "But where do I fit into this?" the administrator exclaims. "I don't know anything about this plan! I wasn't even informed an evacuation was to take place!" "Tell me," DarkRula asks. "How many other administrators were there?" "It was me and two others." "And would you say you were popular here?" The Doctor questions. "Well... I- I heard about some of the farmers attacking the gurlanins here when it was my turn to send a report up to the mansion on the hill. I tried to talk to them, saying they'd only be making the situation worse, but I was just told to leave." "That's probably the reason you've been given no warning of this," DarkRula says. "Any sympathisers of the gurlanins are just as bad as the gurlanins themselves to them." "Oh, why did I do that now?" she frets. "Because it was the right thing to do," a voice floats through the air. "The Federation could do with more people like you." The administrator looks wildly around for the voice. A small insect on the floor then morphs into Colsor and the administrator jumps. "It just seemed pointless," the administrator babbles. "Each side applying more and more force, it was only ever going to end with one side applying too much and destroying the other, or perhaps even themselves." "And it seems the Federation has done just that," Colsor says. "Except they also seemed to recognise they could destroy themselves, hence the evacuation." "The bomb is on a remote," DarkRula points out, "so someone must be here." "They'd use a droid, of course. Something expendable." "Doctor, you can explore the mansion on the hill. Report if anything is there." "What will the rest of you be doing?" The Doctor asks. "Removing these bombs as best as we can," DarkRula explains. "If the source on the end of the remote cannot be neutralised, we at least need to make sure nothing happens when the bombs go off." "I'll get right to it. Droids, stay behind. I have a feeling you might be more needed here than with me." "Roger. Roger," the droids chorus. Somehow the droids had started to take orders from The Doctor. Maybe the stories he was telling them was allowing them to show some respect for him. After all, these were the upgraded batch that were free thinking. Maybe that wasn't all such a good idea after all.
The Doctor felt he was back where he belonged. Sneaking around trying to uncover some plot that was going on. And this house just oozed of a plot. All the lights within the mansion were off, but even so he could see the reds of the walls and floor and occasional twinkle of light off a piece of material that had been embroidered into the floor. Pulling out his sonic screwdriver, he gave a blast of it. It picked up a signal. A mechanical signature. "Colsor was right on that then," The Doctor quietly says to himself. "They are using a droid." The signal appeared to be above him. Quickly searching by the small light from his sonic screwdriver brought him to some stairs. Wide, by the look of it, as the light couldn't find the banisters that should be either side. Walking up them brought him to another lobby area. Giving the sonic another blast, the signal pointed him left, so that was the direction he went. He found a corridor to travel down, and quietly reached the end of it. He found it strange that the facility had all the computer equipment while the mansion went without. Whoever these people were seemed to favour technology, and yet be scared of it at the same time. The light from the sonic picked up a door, and giving it another blast pointed the signal as being through it. He hoped the sonic waves hadn't activated anything within the room as he walked in. He had to blink hard as he walked in. Light was glaring into the room, as though a star was contained within it. When his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness, he saw that a large window was allowing all the light in, and beyond that window was a view of the facility. Stood before the window facing it was a droid. It seemed to be deactive, though that couldn't stop The Doctor yelling a triumphant "Aha! Got you!" The droid reacted quick and fired off three shots. All of them went wide as The Doctor activated his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at the droid. In the second between activation and droid destruction, The Doctor noticed several things. The first was the reason those shots went wide. The remote was attached to its left arm instead of a hand. The second was the fact that upon making contact with the remote, the remote itself seemed to have activated. Or at least it had powered up. And last that by using his sonic he had probably destroyed that remote as well. All of that was confirmed to happen when the droid fell down sparking and the remote flashed up a number. Which immediately halved itself. "Uh. Oh. This is a problem."
At first the plan had been to remove the single bomb wired to the rest. No-one had wanted to touch it, or even the wire connecting it to the rack of rhydonium canisters. After a while, the plan changed to remove the rack from the floor and carry it outside. That didn't get anywhere as the rack itself had the wire fed through it, which seemed to be connected to a trip wire. If the rack was removed the bomb would go off. In the end, a much slower method had been decided on. Each canister of rhydonium would be removed individually from the rack. The rack itself wasn't thick, so a sharp cutting wire had been fed through most of the rack itself to cut away at it. Most of the canisters had been removed outside. The last few were still inside. As DarkRula ran back to where the bombs were, his comlink chimed. The report from The Doctor wasn't good. "The timer only had two minutes on it." "If they was using a droid it makes little sense why a timer is even active on it." "Yes. But now there's hardly any time left on it. Get everyone out now!" DarkRula quickly put the comlink back and came to a stop next to where the canisters were. There was only one left. It was stuck, and the female administrator was still working on it. "Come on!" DarkRula shouts. "Leave it." "Leave me," she says. "It's not like anyone cares." "I care. Now come on!" DarkRula grabs the woman's hand and pulls her up. The two run away from the bomb and back outside. A great explosion ripped apart the walls - both inner bulkheads and outer farmhouse shell - and threw them outward. Both DarkRula and the woman were knocked over by the force of one of the wooden outer pieces. More pieces continued to rain over them. DarkRula's ears were ringing from the force of the explosion's sound. Then silence hit them like a crashing speeder.
The Doctor walked from the hill to the facility. Or what was left of it. He had noticed from the hill that it had been partially destroyed, but down here next to it he could see how much. Almost all of the left half had been fully destroyed, with bits of materials everywhere. Some of the droids were within that wreckage using scanning equipment. There were two shuttles that The Doctor could see. One of them was the one he had arrived on. The other must have brought additional support down, though The Doctor had no idea why. They were safe from invasion, weren't they? He had to go ask. DarkRula was stood next to Colsor and the administrator, and seemed to be talking to both of them. Having walked up to the group, The Doctor asked what the plan was now. "It seems all of us now have a reason to hate the Federation, so I'm giving up one of the shuttles so the gurlanins can choose a target to destroy." "Well, that seems fair," The Doctor reasons. "Not something I would do..." "Doctor, how many times have you fought the Daleks?" DarkRula exasperatedly asks. "I've fought them, yes. But I'm talking about revenge here. I don't think I'd stoop so low as to use their own tactics against them." "This isn't revenge," Colsor says. "This is just payment for what they were going to do to us, and what they have been." "Still sounds like revenge." "Well after all we've been through, can you blame us?" "After what..! Do you know what I've-" "Let's just drop it," DarkRula interrupts. "We don't need to know who's been worse off. What we need is a clear plan for what's happening. Colsor, take that shuttle and give them hell from all of us." "Will do," Colsor says with a wide smile, before scampering off. "And remember that the cruiser above the planet is mine!" DarkRula shouts to the group of gurlanins at the shuttle. The gurlanins all retreat inside the shuttle and it takes off. DarkRula watches it for a few moments before turning back to The Doctor and the administrator. "So now they've gone, I suggest you come with us," he says to the administrator. "Considering you have nothing left here." "I- I think that would be for the best," the administrator says. "But... I can't help but feel betrayed..." "You worked for the Federation and they just tried to get rid of you. I think that's natural." "Sir." A droid ran up to the three of them. "It seems there was a bit more to this than what it first appeared." "Which is?" The Doctor questions. DarkRula shot him a glare, but did no more. "The first bomb wasn't actually a bomb," the droid intoned. "As you can see, it is still there." All of them turn their heads. Indeed, the black bomb had been bowled over but was still fully intact. "From the explosion, the wires were pulled out of the rack that held the bombs down. From our scans, that first canister was pumping a prototype virus into the other bombs during the countdown. It needed rhydonium mixed in with it to be effective. Only a bit of it was ever actually put into the rack." "You mean that when I disabled the droid in that mansion, not only did I activate the bomb timer, but somehow stopped the activation of the pump," The Doctor wonders. "Roger, roger." "So you at least did some good," DarkRula comments. "Still, we need to get off planet as well, so order all droids back to the shuttle." The droid gives another affirmative and walks off. DarkRula then drags The Doctor away from the administrator. "What?" The Doctor asks once the two were far enough away. "Do you know where the TARDIS is?" DarkRula questions. "Of course! I am symbiotically connected to her." "Well, so long as it's working again, get it back up to The Ark. Same hangar." "I will." The Doctor walks off into the forest.
DarkRula turns away and walks back to the administrator. All the droids were now waiting by the shuttle, so he indicates that she should follow. DarkRula and the administrator were the last inside the shuttle. Upon being seated, she starts off again. "Why would they do this to me?" "As I said," DarkRula says, repressing a sigh. "The Federation had you down as a gurlanin sympathiser. Someone who couldn't be trusted." "So why did I-" "As Colsor explained, you were following your heart. You were doing the right thing." "It was silly." "It was right." DarkRula finally let's a sigh out, and with it feels a pent up anger release from him he hadn't even felt. In a more relaxed voice he said "You did the right thing. It would have been easy to just turn away and ignore. You chose the right thing to do. Even if it had cost you... You are a stronger person for that choice." "It doesn't feel like it," the administrator sighs, looking downcast. "You are," DarkRula quietly says. "You are." The shuttle hits the starscape of space, and voices communing are heard from the bridge. DarkRula gets up and enters the bridge to hear the last of the conversation. "Okay, I'll be there once this shuttle has landed." "Who was that?" DarkRula asks. "Oh! Er... another droid. I was just conversing about a meeting about stories." "And does this involve The Doctor?" "He does tell some good ones," the droid replies with a hint of glee in its metallic voice. DarkRula sighs and exits the bridge, pulling out a comlink and contacting The Doctor. "What is it?" The Doctor asks. "Have you been telling stories to the droids?" "Well I had told one or two on the bridge. Why?" "Seems you've got a fan club," DarkRula says with a smirk. "Either way, meet me on the hangar once we land. The main one. We need to sort out our new friend." The Doctor says he will and the call ends. Once the shuttle is landed in the hangar and everyone has disembarked, The Doctor, DarkRula and the administrator stand next to it discussing where she would go now. "You could stay," DarkRula says, a slight strain on the last syllable. "No. No," she frets. "I couldn't stay. This is still Federation owned. It'll just bring back the memories." "I can understand that. But where will you go?" "I'll find some planet outside Federation control and find a job there. Hopefully I won't be found by anyone." "Don't think about that. No-one will be going after you. You've probably been scratched from their records." She sighs in relief at that. Then asks one more question. "Are you really a part of the Federation?" "No. I'm a Jedi who took control of Federation technology." "Oh. I- It still doesn't change anything. I couldn't stay here." "Well, I wish you well on your journey." "So do I, dear," The Doctor says. The administrator turns and enters the shuttle again. It takes off. DarkRula hopes she'll be able to put up with the droid for one more trip. "Now," DarkRula says after watching the shuttle leave. "I believe I left my lightsaber with you, Doctor." "So you did." "Where did you leave it?" "Within the TARDIS, dear chap. You didn't think I'd take it with me, hidden or not, did you?" "Of course not. Let's get it, and then you can join your fan club." "We still have to get to where we were before." "Forsaad. Yes. And why do I get the feeling I'll be enjoying it less than I've enjoyed this detour?"