Galaxy Unknown (2/?)
Title: Galaxy Unknown (2/?)
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: 3rd Doctor, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Yates/Benton
Summary: The Doctor, the Brigadier, Yates, and Benton get accidentally transported to the Star Wars galaxy, in the middle of the Empire era.
One
Chapter 2
The Doctor dropped the demat box and scurried over to Alistair’s vulnerable form. He gathered the violently shivering and moaning man into his arms and looked him over. Darkened and bleeding flesh showed through two charred holes in his uniform in the shoulder and abdomen. The skin of Alistair’s face was pale, and his eyes were wide from pain. His breathing was shallow and frantic.
“I’ve got you, old chap.” The Doctor managed to relax Alistair just enough to slow his breathing to a better pace, though it was still heavy.
By now, the whole platoon of soldiers and the officer had caught up. “Hold your fire,” the officer ordered. He looked down to the Doctor and the Brigadier. “You, stand up.”
The Doctor stayed on his knees at Alistair’s side, pressing one hand against the bleeding wound on his abdomen. “My friend needs treatment. Let me help him.”
“You will join him in needing treatment if you don’t get up.”
“I won’t leave you,” the Doctor whispered to Alistair before he got to his feet. He felt Alistair’s hand weakly curl around his ankle for security. “Help me with him, please.”
“Who are you?” the officer demanded.
“I am the Doctor, and my friend is…” He didn’t want to give a rank. “Alistair. Who are you?”
“I will ask the questions here,” the officer asserted his authority. “You are trespassing on military grounds. Why are you here?”
A high-pitched whine of pain escaped from Alistair’s mouth. The Doctor immediately crouched down to tend to him.
“I said to get up!” The officer punctuated the command by drawing his gun and aiming it at the two men.
The Doctor didn’t stand again, too occupied with doing his best to comfort the Brigadier, but he did speak. “We’re travelers, who got lost. We didn’t know-“
The officer became annoyed with the Doctor’s disobedience. He seized his arm and hauled him up to his feet. The Doctor nearly swatted him away, but was advised not to by the readiness of the soldiers to shoot at any threat.
“Simple travelers? Then what is that?” the officer gestured with his head to the demat box. “And what organization does his uniform belong to?”
“That device is not a weapon, I promise. Besides, it’s broken and can’t cause any threat to you. And he’s not a threat to you, either. Not right now.”
“We’ll bring that device with us to study. What about you, Doctor? How much of a threat are you?”
“Help me get him medical attention, and I will answer whatever questions you have.”
“He will live for awhile yet. What organization is he from? What is this…” The officer read the emblem on Alistair’s uniform. “This UNIT? It isn’t local. Where are you-“ He was interrupted by a ship flying over the trees above. Then yelps came from a few of his men.
Three of the soldiers were picked up and slammed into trees by an invisible force. A hooded figure dropped down from the sky and landed cat-like at the edge of the group of soldiers. A sword of blue light appeared in her hand.
“Jedi!” the officer hissed. “Kill her!” he ordered.
The armored soldiers fired on the unknown person. Their shots were deflected by the blade between it cutting them down.
The Doctor took the opportunity to drag Alistair from the middle of the battlefield. A couple stray red gun bolts exploded into the tree bark above the Doctor’s head. He dropped and covered Alistair’s body with his own to protect him from being hit again.
The Doctor couldn’t see much from this position. He could only hear Alistair’s pained moans and heavy breathing in one ear, and the sounds of battle going on around them. And it sounded like the soldiers were losing against the one hooded person.
The Doctor grunted when two soldiers lifelessly fell on top of them. “D-doc…” he heard Alistair try to speak.
“Relax, Brigadier. Save your strength,” he responded. “I’m here, and I am not going to leave you.”
After another minute, the sounds of the battle completely died. The Doctor heard soft footsteps come closer. The weight of the two dead soldiers was lifted from his back.
“Are you alright?” came the soft voice from the mysterious figure.
The Doctor rose to his knees. “I am, but my friend is not.”
The person push back her hood to reveal the face of a young woman with olive-green skin and a diamond tattoo pattern across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Shoulder-length black hair framed her face.
She joined the Doctor at Alistair’s side. “Two direct shots…” she muttered.
“Is there anything you can do for him?”
“I am trained as a healer. I will do my best.”
The Doctor glanced around at the dead soldiers. “And a warrior,” he added quietly.
The woman’s hand hovered over the wound on the Brigadier’s stomach. She explained, “I’m stabilizing him. Hopefully it’ll give him more time. Who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor. And he’s Alistair.”
“Were they taking you prisoner?”
“It looked like it was going that way. Thank you for your timely rescue.”
“This wasn’t planned to be a rescue. But you are welcome.” She looked up for a short moment and smiled. “I’m Barriss.” She turned her attention back to the injured man. “Right, if we can get him to-“ A communication device buzzed on the young woman’s belt. “Ahsoka to Barriss. Do you need help?”
Barriss unclipped the device and spoke into it. “All clear here, Ahsoka.”
“You were leaving me worried,” replied the feminine voice.
“Is there anyplace nearby you can land? I have two former Imperial prisoners. One is badly injured.”
“There’s a clearing nearby,” the Doctor suggested. “That’s where we first encountered the soldiers.”
“Ah… yes. Landing there now. Ahsoka out.”
Barriss clipped the comlink back onto her belt. “You remember the way to the clearing?”
“Yes.” The Doctor lifted Alistair into his arms, gently shushing him at the moans of pain as he was moved. “I’m sorry. I’ll try not to jostle you too much.” He remembered the demat box. “Oh, could you get that black box? It’s quite important to us.”
Barriss glanced around until she saw the black handled box in the dirt. “What does it do?” she asked as she picked it up.
“It’s… how we got here. It’s broken, though.”
Barriss looked at the box in her hand, puzzled as to how this could’ve taken them anywhere. She heard Alistair’s breathing quicken. “We have to go. He’s going into shock.”
They hurried to the clearing. In the middle of it sat a low-key spaceship. It wasn’t very large, and was a dull-grey color. Although it was sleek and aerodynamic.
The loading ramp lowered, and out stepped a young woman. She had orange skin with white face and body markings. Short blue-and-white patterned horns and headtails framed her face.
“I’ve been monitoring the communications from the military outpost. They know something’s up,” she said.
“Alright, Ahsoka. Take off as soon as we can. I’ll get these two settled.”
The Doctor followed Ahsoka and Barriss inside the ship, and Barriss led him to the medical bay. He set Alistair down on one of the beds, which had a diagnostics screen at against the wall that activated.
The Doctor felt the ship lift off the ground and zoom up into space. He was glad to get away from that forest. Alistair’s good arm started thrashing and he moaned loudly from pain. His eyes were closed, but he was definitely conscious enough to feel the damage done to him. The Doctor gently grabbed his moving hand.
“Can you calm him? It’ll be hard for me to do that and heal him.”
The Doctor nodded and leaned over his friend. He held Alistair’s hand between both of his. “Brigadier… Alistair, relax. I’m here.”
Alistair’s eyes opened, not hiding any of the pain he was in. “D-Doc…”
“Hush,” the Doctor said softly. “You’re going into shock, and we are going to help you.”
Barriss was at Alistair’s injured side, her hands hovering over the wound.
“Alistair, close your eyes,” the Doctor instructed. He closed his own eyes, then he pressed his forehead against the Brigadier’s and softly sang, “Kokleda partha mennin klatch, aroon aroon aroon… Ablarka sheena teerinatch, aroon araan aroon…” He repeated the alien lullaby even after he soothed Alistair into sleep. He didn’t stop until Barriss tapped his shoulder.
The Doctor straightened, but still held Alistair’s hand. “Are you finished?”
“For now, yes,” Barriss replied with a small smile. “He will recover. If I hadn’t found you when I did…”
“You did, and that’s what matters, my dear.” The Doctor looked at the Brigadier’s shoulder and side. Both had a light green bandage over the wounds. “What did you do? I don’t see any real medical instruments.”
Barriss answered, “I don’t really need them. My hands and the bacta patches are usually enough.”
“I see. You have telekinetic powers?”
Barriss nodded. “You could say that.”
The Doctor absentmindedly ran his fingers through the unconscious man’s hair in a soothing manner. “The officer of that platoon called you ‘Jedi.’ What does that mean?”
“You don’t know what a Jedi is? It’s only been five years since… the start of the Empire, and you’re old enough to remember.”
“Alistair and I are quite the strangers here, Barriss. Assume we don’t know anything.”
Barriss nodded, a slightly confused expressive on her face. “We’ve got a twenty-one hour flight to Alderaan. We have a few rooms here on this ship, if you want to sleep.” She glanced over the Doctor’s mud-and-blood-stained clothes. “We don’t have any clothes for you, though.”
“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll stay with him.”
“Right… I’ll be back soon.”
The door slid closed behind Barriss as she left the medbay. The Doctor sighed. “Quite a mess we gotten into, eh, Alistair?”
Barriss came back a few minutes later with Ahsoka. Ahsoka said, “Wow, you’re right. There is definitely something different about them. And, the Force is telling me we can trust them.”
“Doctor, we know we can trust you. Do you trust us?”
“I’ve trusted you until now. Why would I stop?”
********
“John, you holding up?”
“Same as when you last asked me. You?”
“About the same too, I guess.” Mike slipped on yet another patch of slick frost. Benton caught him and they stopped to rest on a boulder.
“How long have we been walking?”
Mike looked at his watch. It wasn’t set for local time, of course, but he could tell how many hours had passed. “Nearly five hours.”
“Really? Feels like a lot longer.”
They sat on the boulder, huddled together for warmth, for only a few minutes. They were exhausted, and their strength was nearly depleted from the cold. If they didn’t force themselves to keep going now, it would be awhile before they could gather the will to do it again. To make matters worse, they still hadn’t found any evidence of the Doctor or the Brigadier.
Over an hour later, they finally saw a sign of civilization. Lights in the distance.
Benton and Mike glanced to each other with broad smiles. “Let’s hope they’re friendly to strangers,” Benton remarked.
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: 3rd Doctor, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Yates/Benton
Summary: The Doctor, the Brigadier, Yates, and Benton get accidentally transported to the Star Wars galaxy, in the middle of the Empire era.
One
Chapter 2
The Doctor dropped the demat box and scurried over to Alistair’s vulnerable form. He gathered the violently shivering and moaning man into his arms and looked him over. Darkened and bleeding flesh showed through two charred holes in his uniform in the shoulder and abdomen. The skin of Alistair’s face was pale, and his eyes were wide from pain. His breathing was shallow and frantic.
“I’ve got you, old chap.” The Doctor managed to relax Alistair just enough to slow his breathing to a better pace, though it was still heavy.
By now, the whole platoon of soldiers and the officer had caught up. “Hold your fire,” the officer ordered. He looked down to the Doctor and the Brigadier. “You, stand up.”
The Doctor stayed on his knees at Alistair’s side, pressing one hand against the bleeding wound on his abdomen. “My friend needs treatment. Let me help him.”
“You will join him in needing treatment if you don’t get up.”
“I won’t leave you,” the Doctor whispered to Alistair before he got to his feet. He felt Alistair’s hand weakly curl around his ankle for security. “Help me with him, please.”
“Who are you?” the officer demanded.
“I am the Doctor, and my friend is…” He didn’t want to give a rank. “Alistair. Who are you?”
“I will ask the questions here,” the officer asserted his authority. “You are trespassing on military grounds. Why are you here?”
A high-pitched whine of pain escaped from Alistair’s mouth. The Doctor immediately crouched down to tend to him.
“I said to get up!” The officer punctuated the command by drawing his gun and aiming it at the two men.
The Doctor didn’t stand again, too occupied with doing his best to comfort the Brigadier, but he did speak. “We’re travelers, who got lost. We didn’t know-“
The officer became annoyed with the Doctor’s disobedience. He seized his arm and hauled him up to his feet. The Doctor nearly swatted him away, but was advised not to by the readiness of the soldiers to shoot at any threat.
“Simple travelers? Then what is that?” the officer gestured with his head to the demat box. “And what organization does his uniform belong to?”
“That device is not a weapon, I promise. Besides, it’s broken and can’t cause any threat to you. And he’s not a threat to you, either. Not right now.”
“We’ll bring that device with us to study. What about you, Doctor? How much of a threat are you?”
“Help me get him medical attention, and I will answer whatever questions you have.”
“He will live for awhile yet. What organization is he from? What is this…” The officer read the emblem on Alistair’s uniform. “This UNIT? It isn’t local. Where are you-“ He was interrupted by a ship flying over the trees above. Then yelps came from a few of his men.
Three of the soldiers were picked up and slammed into trees by an invisible force. A hooded figure dropped down from the sky and landed cat-like at the edge of the group of soldiers. A sword of blue light appeared in her hand.
“Jedi!” the officer hissed. “Kill her!” he ordered.
The armored soldiers fired on the unknown person. Their shots were deflected by the blade between it cutting them down.
The Doctor took the opportunity to drag Alistair from the middle of the battlefield. A couple stray red gun bolts exploded into the tree bark above the Doctor’s head. He dropped and covered Alistair’s body with his own to protect him from being hit again.
The Doctor couldn’t see much from this position. He could only hear Alistair’s pained moans and heavy breathing in one ear, and the sounds of battle going on around them. And it sounded like the soldiers were losing against the one hooded person.
The Doctor grunted when two soldiers lifelessly fell on top of them. “D-doc…” he heard Alistair try to speak.
“Relax, Brigadier. Save your strength,” he responded. “I’m here, and I am not going to leave you.”
After another minute, the sounds of the battle completely died. The Doctor heard soft footsteps come closer. The weight of the two dead soldiers was lifted from his back.
“Are you alright?” came the soft voice from the mysterious figure.
The Doctor rose to his knees. “I am, but my friend is not.”
The person push back her hood to reveal the face of a young woman with olive-green skin and a diamond tattoo pattern across her cheeks and bridge of her nose. Shoulder-length black hair framed her face.
She joined the Doctor at Alistair’s side. “Two direct shots…” she muttered.
“Is there anything you can do for him?”
“I am trained as a healer. I will do my best.”
The Doctor glanced around at the dead soldiers. “And a warrior,” he added quietly.
The woman’s hand hovered over the wound on the Brigadier’s stomach. She explained, “I’m stabilizing him. Hopefully it’ll give him more time. Who are you?”
“I’m the Doctor. And he’s Alistair.”
“Were they taking you prisoner?”
“It looked like it was going that way. Thank you for your timely rescue.”
“This wasn’t planned to be a rescue. But you are welcome.” She looked up for a short moment and smiled. “I’m Barriss.” She turned her attention back to the injured man. “Right, if we can get him to-“ A communication device buzzed on the young woman’s belt. “Ahsoka to Barriss. Do you need help?”
Barriss unclipped the device and spoke into it. “All clear here, Ahsoka.”
“You were leaving me worried,” replied the feminine voice.
“Is there anyplace nearby you can land? I have two former Imperial prisoners. One is badly injured.”
“There’s a clearing nearby,” the Doctor suggested. “That’s where we first encountered the soldiers.”
“Ah… yes. Landing there now. Ahsoka out.”
Barriss clipped the comlink back onto her belt. “You remember the way to the clearing?”
“Yes.” The Doctor lifted Alistair into his arms, gently shushing him at the moans of pain as he was moved. “I’m sorry. I’ll try not to jostle you too much.” He remembered the demat box. “Oh, could you get that black box? It’s quite important to us.”
Barriss glanced around until she saw the black handled box in the dirt. “What does it do?” she asked as she picked it up.
“It’s… how we got here. It’s broken, though.”
Barriss looked at the box in her hand, puzzled as to how this could’ve taken them anywhere. She heard Alistair’s breathing quicken. “We have to go. He’s going into shock.”
They hurried to the clearing. In the middle of it sat a low-key spaceship. It wasn’t very large, and was a dull-grey color. Although it was sleek and aerodynamic.
The loading ramp lowered, and out stepped a young woman. She had orange skin with white face and body markings. Short blue-and-white patterned horns and headtails framed her face.
“I’ve been monitoring the communications from the military outpost. They know something’s up,” she said.
“Alright, Ahsoka. Take off as soon as we can. I’ll get these two settled.”
The Doctor followed Ahsoka and Barriss inside the ship, and Barriss led him to the medical bay. He set Alistair down on one of the beds, which had a diagnostics screen at against the wall that activated.
The Doctor felt the ship lift off the ground and zoom up into space. He was glad to get away from that forest. Alistair’s good arm started thrashing and he moaned loudly from pain. His eyes were closed, but he was definitely conscious enough to feel the damage done to him. The Doctor gently grabbed his moving hand.
“Can you calm him? It’ll be hard for me to do that and heal him.”
The Doctor nodded and leaned over his friend. He held Alistair’s hand between both of his. “Brigadier… Alistair, relax. I’m here.”
Alistair’s eyes opened, not hiding any of the pain he was in. “D-Doc…”
“Hush,” the Doctor said softly. “You’re going into shock, and we are going to help you.”
Barriss was at Alistair’s injured side, her hands hovering over the wound.
“Alistair, close your eyes,” the Doctor instructed. He closed his own eyes, then he pressed his forehead against the Brigadier’s and softly sang, “Kokleda partha mennin klatch, aroon aroon aroon… Ablarka sheena teerinatch, aroon araan aroon…” He repeated the alien lullaby even after he soothed Alistair into sleep. He didn’t stop until Barriss tapped his shoulder.
The Doctor straightened, but still held Alistair’s hand. “Are you finished?”
“For now, yes,” Barriss replied with a small smile. “He will recover. If I hadn’t found you when I did…”
“You did, and that’s what matters, my dear.” The Doctor looked at the Brigadier’s shoulder and side. Both had a light green bandage over the wounds. “What did you do? I don’t see any real medical instruments.”
Barriss answered, “I don’t really need them. My hands and the bacta patches are usually enough.”
“I see. You have telekinetic powers?”
Barriss nodded. “You could say that.”
The Doctor absentmindedly ran his fingers through the unconscious man’s hair in a soothing manner. “The officer of that platoon called you ‘Jedi.’ What does that mean?”
“You don’t know what a Jedi is? It’s only been five years since… the start of the Empire, and you’re old enough to remember.”
“Alistair and I are quite the strangers here, Barriss. Assume we don’t know anything.”
Barriss nodded, a slightly confused expressive on her face. “We’ve got a twenty-one hour flight to Alderaan. We have a few rooms here on this ship, if you want to sleep.” She glanced over the Doctor’s mud-and-blood-stained clothes. “We don’t have any clothes for you, though.”
“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll stay with him.”
“Right… I’ll be back soon.”
The door slid closed behind Barriss as she left the medbay. The Doctor sighed. “Quite a mess we gotten into, eh, Alistair?”
Barriss came back a few minutes later with Ahsoka. Ahsoka said, “Wow, you’re right. There is definitely something different about them. And, the Force is telling me we can trust them.”
“Doctor, we know we can trust you. Do you trust us?”
“I’ve trusted you until now. Why would I stop?”
********
“John, you holding up?”
“Same as when you last asked me. You?”
“About the same too, I guess.” Mike slipped on yet another patch of slick frost. Benton caught him and they stopped to rest on a boulder.
“How long have we been walking?”
Mike looked at his watch. It wasn’t set for local time, of course, but he could tell how many hours had passed. “Nearly five hours.”
“Really? Feels like a lot longer.”
They sat on the boulder, huddled together for warmth, for only a few minutes. They were exhausted, and their strength was nearly depleted from the cold. If they didn’t force themselves to keep going now, it would be awhile before they could gather the will to do it again. To make matters worse, they still hadn’t found any evidence of the Doctor or the Brigadier.
Over an hour later, they finally saw a sign of civilization. Lights in the distance.
Benton and Mike glanced to each other with broad smiles. “Let’s hope they’re friendly to strangers,” Benton remarked.