Doctor Who and the Armageddon Factor
Terrance Dicks
ISBN 0 426 20103 5

Some time ago, the White Guardian, one of the most powerul beings in the Cosmos, had
set the Doctor an urgent task - to find and reassemble the six segments of the Key to Time.
The Doctor and Romana had successfully retrieved five of the segments and now they had
reached the planet Atrios in the middle of an atomic war, to search for the last, most vital
piece.
Sinister dangers await them in this final stage of their quest...
THE ARMAGEDDON FACTOR is a novel in the Key to Time Sequence. Also available
THE RIBOS OPERATION, THE STONES OF BLOOD, THE ANDROIDS OF TARA and
THE POWER OF KROLL.
CONTENTS

1 The Vanishing Planet
2 Missile Strike
3 Kidnapped
4 A Trap for K9
5 The Furnace
6 Behind the Mirror
7 The Shadow
8 Lost on Zeos
9 The Armageddon Factor
10 The Planet of Evil
11 Drax
12 The Bargain
13 Small World
14 The Key to Time
1 The Vanishing Planet
         'Atrios!' said the Doctor. 'Do you know, I've never been to Atrios.'
         Romana looked up from the TARDIS's control console. 'What about Zeos?'
         'Where?'
         'Zeos, its twin. "Atrios and Zeos are twin planets at the edge of the helical galaxy."
Didn't they teach you anything at the Academy?'
         'But we're not going to Zeos!' protested the Doctor.
         'No, we're going to Atrios.'
         'Well, what are we hanging about for? Why don't you get on with it?'
         Romana's hands moved skillfully over the controls.
         'Atrios, here we come! I wonder what it's like?'
         The wandering Time Lord known as the Doctor and Romana his Time Lady
companion, were nearing the end of a long and dangerous quest. Some time ago, the
White Guardian, one of the most powerful beings in the cosmos had set them a vital task—
to find and reassemble the six fragments of the Key to Time. Long ago the Key had been
divided, and the segments scattered to the far corners of the cosmos.
         Now the Key was needed again, to enable the White Guardian to correct a state of
temporal imbalance which was threatening the universe, and frustrate the schemes of the
evil Black Guardian.
         The Doctor's task was complicated by the fact that the segments of the Key had a
number of mysterious powers, including that of transmutation. They could take on the
shape of anything from a pendant to a planet. To aid them in their search, the Doctor and
Romana had been given the Tracer, a slender wand-like device which could be plugged
into the TARDIS console. The Tracer could lead them to the planet on which a segment of
the Key was located. Unplugged, it could be used as a detector, once the planet had been
reached. Finally, it had the power to make the segment assume its proper form—a large,
irregularly-shaped chunk of crystal.
         After many dangerous adventures, five segments were now in the Doctor's
possession, merged together to form one large crystal. Only the sixth and final segment
remained to be found. According to the Tracer, that final segment was somewhere on
Atrios.
         Some time later, Romana looked up from the console. 'We're almost there, Doctor.
Time to materialise.'
         The Doctor moved her aside. 'Right. I'll handle this bit myself.' His hands flicked
over the controls, and the TARDIS left the space/time continuum, appearing in normal
space in the incongruous shape of a police box. 'I've put us in a parking orbit around Atrios.
Let's take a look.'
         The Doctor switched on the scanner. The screen was blank. 'That's very odd!
Wouldn't you say that was very odd, Romana?'
         'That's very odd,' said Romana obediently. 'Better re-check your coordinates,
Doctor.'
         'I fed in the ones you gave me. Are you sure they were correct?'
         'Quite sure, Doctor. Your TARDIS must have gone astray again.'
         'Give me another reading.'
          Romana moved round to the part of the console that held the Tracer. 'Zero, zero,
four, zero, eight, zero, one, zero.'
          'What a lot of zeros!' The Doctor operated the controls again. The TARDIS
dematerialised almost immediately. He looked at the scanner. A tiny reddish-brown sphere
was just visible in the centre of the screen. 'There's something anyway!'
          Romana checked the navigational readings. 'That's Atrios all right, but it's millions
of miles away. And where's the twin planet, Zeos? There's no sign of it.'
          'You know what I think?' asked the Doctor solemnly. 'I think something's gone
wrong. Only some very powerful force could confuse the TARDIS's navigational circuits like
that. It's as if someone doesn't want us to find Atrios.'
          'The Black Guardian?'
          'Well, it could just be coincidence...'
          'I wouldn't like to bet on it,' said Romana grimly.
          'Nor would I. But there's only one way to find out what's going on.'
          'I know... Why don't you take us in on manual, Doctor?'
          'You know what? I think I'll take us in on manual—with considerable
circumspection...'

        The space pilot was impossibly handsome, the nurse in his arms a vision of
loveliness.
        'Don't go, my love,' she begged. 'You'll be killed! I love you!'
        'And I love you. But there is a greater love than ours, and out there my friends are
dying for it. Dying, so that Atrios may live! You must be strong, my love, till victory is won,
evil vanquished, peace restored. Only then can we love again.' He kissed her tenderly.
'Now I must go. Kiss the children for me. Tell them that one day their daddy will come
home again.'
        Martial music swelled to a climax; the young lovers faded from the screen, to be
replaced by the stylised eagle that was the symbol of Atrios.
        The music merged with the distant scream of an air raid siren and the thud of an
explosion.
        Irritably the Marshal flicked off the video screen. Sentimental rubbish, but no doubt
it served to hearten the more simple-minded citizens of Atrios for the continuing struggle.
Those of them who were still alive...
        The Marshal of Atrios gazed gloomily around his War Room. It was an enormous
circular chamber with thick metal walls decorated in green and black. Underground, of
course. Everything on Atrios was underground now, and had been for years. The high
radiation levels made life on most of the surface impossible.
        The War Room was a giant communications centre, with instrument consoles and
computer terminals and read-out screens everywhere. It was from here that the unending
war with Zeos was directed. All over the room technicians were working feverishly. Black-
helmeted, black uniformed guards stood at the doors.
        Major Shapp, the Marshal's aide and assistant, was studying the read-out screen
on the main battle computer. He was a rather stout and intensely serious young man, and
his round face looked somehow incongruous above the high collar of his plain black
uniform.
        The Marshal himself was a far more imposing figure. Tall and broad shouldered,
straight-backed with iron-grey hair, he wore a magnificent scarlet tunic with gold
epaulettes, the eagle of Atrios emblazoned in silver on the breast. His stern face was
rugged and handsome, his voice deep and commanding.
        A flood of reports was coming in from the missile sites that studded the planetary
surface. 'Area six, obliterated... Section seven, heavy damage... District ten, no contact.
Level fourteen, holding and functional... Area three, no contact. Heavy casualties on all
upper levels...'
        As the reports came in, Shapp punched them into the main computer, which was
constantly revising and updating the grid map on the main display screen.
        Beside Shapp, stood a slender purple-gowned figure, the gold circlet of royalty on
her golden hair. This was the Princess Astra, in theory the ruler of the planet. In reality,
Atrios had been so long at war that all real power was now in the hands of the military
establishment—which meant the Marshal.
        He crossed the War Room to stand between them, his uniformed bulk towering
over them both. 'What news of our counter-attack, Shapp?'
        'None, Marshal. Our space fleet is still trying to locate the target.'
        'The target, Major Sharp, is the planet Zeos! Isn't it big enough for them?'
        'The navigational systems are being blocked. The Zeons must be using some new
screening device. The whole spacefleet's flying blind.'
        'Is it? Or have they all turned cowards? I want that attack pressed home, Shapp,
before the Zeons smash our planet to pieces. Is that clear?'
        Shapp bowed his head. 'Yes, sir.'
        An urgent voice crackled from one of the loudspeakers. 'Direct hit reported on
hospital complex. Wards seven to ten destroyed.'
        Princess Astra caught her breath in horror. 'I must go there at once.'
        She headed for the door but a guard barred her way. 'I'm sorry, Your Highness.
You can't leave here without an escort—Marshal's orders.'
        Astra swung round on the Marshal. 'I insist on going to the hospital immediately.'
        He shook his head. 'Too dangerous.'
        'But they've been hit!'
        'So has everywhere else, Your Highness. We happen to be under nuclear attack.'
        Princess Astra glared up at him furiously. 'How much longer must this futile war go
on? Atrios is being destroyed around us. We must negotiate before it's too late. We must
have peace!'
        'You don't beg for peace, Princess. You win it. Our counter-attack is already under
way. When it has succeeded, victory will be within our grasp. Then we shall have peace.'
        'But don't you understand? If the war goes on we shall all be wiped out, Zeons and
Atrians alike.'
        'I understand only my duty, Princess—which is to bring this war to a successful
conclusion.' The Marshal paused. 'Your duty is to comfort and inspire your people.'
        'Then let me go to the hospital and do it. I can do no good here.'
        The Marshal sighed, wondering, not for the first time how so much obstinacy could
be packed into one slim body. 'What's the situation, Shapp. Is the raid over?'
        'Yes sir, at least for the moment.'
        'Very well. Princess Astra, one of my guards will escort you to the hospital. No
doubt Chief-Surgeon Merak is anxiously awaiting you.'
        Princess Astra gave him a resentful look and swept from the room, a guard at her
heels.
        The Marshal went to the massive throne-like command chair which dominated the
centre of the room. 'Set up the video-links, Shapp.' I shall address the people.'
        The hospital complex looked like a scene from hell. The dead and dying were
everywhere. Patients from the bombed-out wards had to be transferred to wards that had
been overcrowded to begin with and were now full to bursting point. The bodies of the
wounded were strewn along the corridors.
        Chief-Surgeon Merak moved through the chaos, directing the efforts of the doctors,
nurses and orderlies, trying to create some order in the chaos. He was a darkly handsome
man in the black and red gown of a surgeon, still young and virile, though at the moment
his face was lined with weariness. Merak was the son of one of the oldest families on
Atrios, who had rejected high political office in favour of the life of a healer. He had been in
love with Princess Astra since they were both children, and she with him, although the fact
was known only to their closest friends.
        Merak paused for a moment in the main ward examining a badly wounded pilot
who lay in a coma on a mattress on the floor. The sudden move had worsened the man's
condition and his pulse was failing.
        A booming voice interrupted Merak's examination. 'Citizens of Atrios!'
        Merak looked up. The video screen on the wall of the ward was functioning again,
and it was filled with a giant close-up of the Marshal's face. 'Once more the hated forces of
Zeos clamour at our gates. Once more they shall not pass. Be brave, my people. Be
steadfast. Be strong!'
        Merak's patient groaned suddenly and his head fell back. He was dead.
        Merak shot an angry glance at the screen, where the Marshal was still mouthing
inspiring platitudes, and signalled two orderlies to carry the body away.
        He was about to move on, when a familiar voice called 'Surgeon Merak!'
        Princess Astra had just entered the ward, her face white and angry. 'Why are brave
men and women being left to lie in the corridors like rubbish?'
        Merak gestured around him. Except for the central aisle., not an inch of floor-space
was free. 'Because as Your Highness can see, the wards are full.' He rose and walked
down the aisle towards her, studying the plastic indicator clipped to the breast of her gown.
        'If Your Highness will excuse me, your rad-check is due for renewal. If you would
come this way?' He led her to the little corner cubicle that served as his office, closing the
door in the face of the suspicious guard. Once alone they embraced briefly, and then drew
apart. Astra looked anxiously at Merak. 'Are you all right? When they told me the hospital
had been hit... I was so worried.'
        Merak nodded wearily. 'I was lucky.'
        Astra was close to tears. 'When will it end, Merak?'
        'Have you been able to contact the Zeons?'
        Merak and Astra were the leaders of an underground peace party, trying to end the
war by negotiation.
        Astra shook her head despairingly. 'None of our messages seem to get through.'
        Merak frowned. 'Is it possible the transmissions are being jammed from this end?'
        'No. That would mean the Marshal suspected us—and if he did, he'd have us
arrested. I sent the last message myself. On the palace transmitter. There was no contact-
signal, no bounce back—nothing! It's as if Zeos wasn't there!'
        The rumble of a nearby explosion shook the room. The atomic bombardment had
started again. Merak looked up. 'Zeos is there, all right.'
        A voice from the doorway said, 'Forgive me, Your Highness but we are behind
schedule.'
        They turned. It was the guard.
        Merak took a new rad-check from his desk, took off the one the Princess was
wearing, and put the new one in its place. 'You really must be careful to keep your rad-
check renewed, Princess,' he said severely.
        Astra nodded coolly. 'Thank you, Surgeon Merak.' She turned and followed the
guard from the room.
        Merak watched her go, his face grim. They must make contact with Zeos—before
their entire planet was destroyed.
2 Missile Strike
         The Marshal sat slumped in his command chair, staring broodingly at the busy War
Room. They were losing, he thought gloomily. Unless something happened soon...
         Shapp's voice aroused him from his reverie. Marshal, I think we're getting
something. An unidentified object.'
         The Marshal rose, and went over to the main radar section. A tiny blip was moving
slowly across the main screen.
         'It's a completely unknown signal profile, sir,' said Shapp excitedly. 'It's hardly
moving at all.'
         The Marshal slammed his fist down on the console. 'It's the Zeon secret weapon.
The device that's interfering with our navigation. Keep tracking until it's within missile
range. Destroy that—thing and we can still win! I'll show Princess Astra and her pacifist
friends.'
         The Marshal moved away from the radar section and went over to an alcove in a
quiet corner of the War Room. There was a mirror in the rear wall of the alcove—a very
strange mirror. It had an elaborately decorated metal border and its glass was so darkened
that one seemed to stare through it rather than into it. The Marshal gazed at his shadowy
reflection, and spoke, as if addressing someone else. 'She is beginning to panic, becoming
a thorn in my flesh, an irritant. She could be useful to my enemies.' The Marshal paused,
almost as if expecting a reply. Then he nodded slowly. 'Yes... something tells me her
usefulness is coming to an end.' He moved over to the communications area.

        At the sound of the subdued bleep, Princess Astra's guard paused. 'Excuse me,
Your Highness.' He lifted his wrist communicator to his ear. 'Yes, sir, she's with me now.'
He paused... 'Yes, sir. Very good sir. I'll see to it immediately.' He turned to the Princess.
'New orders, Your Highness. Your visit to the children's ward has been cancelled, danger
of subsidence. The children are being evacuated to K block. We're to go there now, so that
you can meet them in their new quarters.'
        'I thought K block was closed by radiation contamination.'
        'That was some time ago, Your Highness, apparently it's clear now. This way
please.'
        'Very well.'
        Their route led them into a wing that seemed completely deserted. The guard
paused before an arched metal doorway. 'In here, Your Highness. The children are waiting
for you.' He opened the door. There was darkness beyond the doorway, and no sound of
children's voices.
        Princess Astra hesitated, and the guard said, almost regretfully, 'You must go in,
Your Highness. I have my orders.'
        'I understand.' She went through the doorway, and the guard slammed and locked
the door behind her. As he straightened up, a shadow fell across him.
        The Marshal was standing over him, blaster in hand.
        The guard came to attention. 'Your orders have been carried out, sir.'
        'Excellent,' said the Marshal, and shot him down.
       Princess Astra found herself in a long, dimly-lit, metal-walled room. It was
completely empty, and the walls and floor were thick with dust. She spun round and tried
the door. It was shut fast. There was a warning bleep from the rad-check in her lapel.
Princess Astra looked down. The little device was pulsing steadily with light. It was the
alarm signal. K block wasn't clear of radiation after all.

         Romana looked up from her instrument-readings. 'Still no sign of Zeos, Doctor. But
I'm getting a clear reading for Atrios. Radiation levels you wouldn't believe. Look!'
         The Doctor looked. 'Good grief! You could fry eggs on the streets.'
         'There must be a nuclear war going on down there!'
         'Not necessarily.'
         'What other explanation is there?'
         'Maybe someone's holding a very large breakfast party! Why do you always
assume the worst, Romana?'
         'Because it usually happens!'
         'Empirical poppycock! Where's your joy in life? Where's your optimism?'
         'It opted out,' said Romana gloomily.
         An inner door opened and a creature rather like a metal dog glided into the control
room. This was K9, the Doctor's other companion. In appearance he was rather like a
robot dog, but in reality he was a fully mobile self-powered computer, with defensive
capabilities. The Doctor looked down at him. 'You know what optimism means, don't you,
K9?'
         K9 whirred and clicked as he consulted his data banks. 'Optimism. Irrational belief,
bordering on the insane, that everything will work out well.'
         'Oh shut up, K9,' snapped the Doctor, none too pleased with this definition. 'Now
listen, Romana, whenever you approach a new situation, you must always believe the best
until you find out what's really going on. Then you can believe the worst!'
         'But suppose it turns out not to be the worst after all?'
         'Don't be ridiculous, it always does!' The Doctor rubbed his chin. 'Nuclear war, eh?
It's always difficult walking into these situations, you never know who's fighting who.'
         'Or why,' said Romana gloomily.
         'Oh, I think we can guess why.'
         'We can?'
         The Doctor's face was grave. 'It's got to be something to do with what we're looking
for, hasn't it? The sixth and most important segment of the Key to Time!'

       The Marshal strode briskly into the War Room. 'All well, Shapp? What about our
mystery object?'
       'Still there, sir. It's not moving at all now. It could be on surveillance sir, monitoring
and observing us.'
       'Is it within missile range yet?'
       'Yes, sir.'
       The Marshal rubbed his hands. 'Then it won't be spying on us much longer.' His
voice hardened. 'Vaporise it, Shapp. Now!'

       Romana was studying the scanner. 'Doctor, something seems to be approaching
us from the planet surface.'
       'Maybe it's a welcoming party. What do you make of it, K9?'
        'Welcoming party negative. Object identified as ground-to-air missile. Nuclear
warhead.'
        'We'd better get out of here.'
        'Wait,' said the Doctor. 'We'll dematerialise at the last moment, confuse the enemy.
Link the Tracer into the guidance systems, Romana, I'd like to be near the segment when
we land. The less time we spend on Atrios the better!'
        'I quite agree!' Romana busied herself at the other side of the console.
        The Doctor waited, his hand on the dematerialisation switch. 'Stand by, everyone.
How long, K9?'
        K9 began a countdown. 'Four... three... two... one...'
        The Doctor threw the dematerialisation switch. 'Zero!'

        Eyes fixed on the radar screen, the Marshal waited. He saw the missile track streak
across the screen, towards the mysterious object. They touched—and object and missile
disappeared.
        'Got it! We got it! Well done Shapp, you've earned yourself a medal!'
        Shapp looked up from his instrument readings. 'Thank you sir. But I don't really
know...'
        'Don't know what?'
        'If we got it.'
        'I saw it with my own eyes, man!' The Marshal smashed one fist into his open palm.
'A direct hit. Beautiful. That's what war's all about.'
        Shapp nodded slowly. 'Yes, sir. But the thing is... I could swear the target
disappeared just before impact.'

         In a deserted corridor deep below the hospital complex there was a strange,
wheezing groaning sound, and a square blue box appeared from nowhere.
         After a moment, the TARDIS door opened, and the Doctor emerged winding his
incredibly long scarf around his neck, and tugging on his broad-brimmed floppy hat. He
looked round cautiously, and then beckoned behind him. Romana came out of the
TARDIS. They were in a long, gloomy underground corridor, its walls cracked and peeling,
its floor littered with rubble. 'I wonder how far down we are?'
         The Doctor looked over his shoulder. 'K9, are you sulking in there? It's all right, you
can come out now. No water, no swamps, no monsters. It's quite safe.'
         K9 glided out of the TARDIS and swivelled to and fro in a semi-circle, his sensors
scanning the environment. From somewhere above them came the distant rumple of an
explosion.
         K9 cocked his head. 'Radiation, levels indicate nuclear warfare in progress on
planet surface.'
         Romana shot a triumphant look at the Doctor. 'You see? How deep are we, K9?'
         'Four hundred metres below planetary surface, Mistress.'
         The Doctor whistled. 'Four hundred! The whole planet must be taking a pasting. If
this is what it's like four hundred metres down, imagine what it must be like on the surface.'
         'What about radiation levels?' asked Romana nervously.
         K9 whirred and clicked. 'Radiation levels variable, but within Time Lord tolerances,
no life-forms near at present. Recent corpse in immediate vicinity.'
         K9 glided along the corridor and around a corner. The Doctor and Romana
followed. Just around the comer, they saw the huddled body of a man in uniform lying at
the foot of a heavy metal door.
         The Doctor examined the body. 'You're right, K9. Poor chap hasn't been dead very
long. Seems to have been shot at close range, and from the front—which suggests it was
someone he knew. Just goes to show—you can't trust anybody these days!'
         Romana shivered. 'I don't think I'm going to like this planet very much.'
         'Nor me. Let's hurry up and find the sixth segment so that we can get away from
here.'
         'I couldn't agree more, Doctor.' Romana switched on the Tracer and moved it round
in a semi-circle. To her surprise the electronic beep led her straight to the metal door. 'It
seems to be through there.'
         The Doctor examined the door. 'Lead-shielded by the look of it.' He tried the
handle. 'And locked. Now what does that suggest, Romana?'
         'A high, radiation-zone?'
         'Affirmative,' confirmed K9.
         Thoughtfully the Doctor studied the door. 'What's in there, K9? Any sign of sentient
life forms?'
         K9 scanned the door. 'Regret lead shielding prevents effective analysis.'
         'Well, whatever it is, it's guarded.' The Doctor looked down at the sprawled body.
'Or at least it was guarded. Perhaps the door's booby-trapped.'
         Romana caught her breath. 'The Black Guardian?'
         'It's a possibility. "Will you walk into my parlour, said the spider to the fly?" Do you
think you could blast me a hole in that door, K9?'
         'Affirmative, Master.'
         'A very small hole to begin with, I think. You never know what's in there!'
         K9 trundled forward, extruded the muzzle of his blaster and began to drill.
3 Kidnapped
          Princess Astra sat huddled in a corner of the empty room, hands clasped around
her knees, the gold circlet of royalty gleaming on her bowed head.
          The rad-check on her lapel still pulsed faintly in the semi-darkness. According to its
readings, the radiation level in the room wasn't quite as bad as she feared. It would be
hours before she suffered any real harm. But then, thought Astra despairingly she looked
like being here for hours—for days, weeks perhaps before anyone found her. It was simply
a question of whether she died from radioactivity, or from hunger and thirst.
          Suddenly she tensed. The metal walls muffled almost all sound—she had pounded
and screamed at it for what seemed hours before giving up in despair. But hadn't she
heard something just then—some faint sound?
          She raised her tear-stained face, stared hopefully at the door and saw a tiny point
of light!

        The Marshal stared broodingly into his dark mirror.
        He started as Shapp touched him deferentially on the shoulder. 'Never do that!'
        Shapp jumped back. 'Sorry, sir.'
        'I was thinking... Well, what is it?'
        'The alarm sensors in K block indicate a break-in attempt, sir. I thought I'd better tell
you. I mean, why would anyone want to break into a high-rad zone?'
        The Marshal scowled at him. 'All right, Shapp, I'll deal with this myself, understand?
No one else is to be involved. No one. Oh, and find the traitor Merak and bring him to me!'
        Fumbling for his blaster, the Marshal hurried from the room.

          The door's lead shielding must have been mixed with some kind of strengthening
alloy. It took K9 quite some time to drill even a small hole in it. At last the Doctor said,
'That's enough K9, move back will you? Go back down the corridor and keep watch.'
          K9 retreated, and the Doctor knelt and put his eye to the hole. To his surprise he
saw another eye looking back at him. The eye vanished to be replaced by a mouth, and a
low voice whispered, 'Help me, whoever you are...'
          'Doctor!' called Romana.
          The Doctor looked up. A bulky man in an elaborate military uniform was covering
them with a blaster.
          'Who are you?'
          The Doctor got slowly to his feet. 'I'm the Doctor and this is Romana. Who are you?'
          'The Marshal of Zeos. What are you doing here?'
          'Well, we're travellers, actually, and we got lost. We've just stumbled across this
poor chap here. I'm afraid he's dead.'

       The Marshal looked down at the crumpled body of the guard. 'So I see. You'll both
be shot for this.'
       'We didn't kill him,' protested Romana. 'We found him like that.'
       'You expect me to believe that? This way, both of you. Move!'
       The Marshal gestured with his blaster and they moved of down the corridor.
       K9 glided into the darkness of a side tunnel, and waited, hiding. When the Marshal
and his captives had passed by, he emerged and moved cautiously after them.

       Peering through the hole, Princess Astra sobbed, 'Help. Please help me.'
       But there was no one to reply.

        As K9 moved along the corridors, his sensors picked up the vibrations of fresh
explosions. The bombardment of Zeos had started again. He was passing the corridor
leading to the TARDIS when there was another explosion, very close this time. The whole
corridor shuddered and part of the roof actually caved in. The way to the TARDIS was
blocked.
        K9 hesitated for a moment, decided to tackle one problem at a time, and glided
after the Doctor.

        The Doctor gazed interestingly around the War Room observing the harried
technicians at their innumerable consoles, the computer read-out screens continually
pouring out statistics, the communications set up and the giant space radar screen. He
sensed an atmosphere of tension and despair. Atrios was immersed in total war, a war it
was losing.
        The Marshal settled himself in his command chair and glared down at his captives.
'What were you doing outside that door?'
        'I told you,' said the Doctor calmly. 'We're travellers, we got lost in the
bombardment, and we thought that door might lead us to safety.'
        'That door leads only to death.'
        'Then in that case, you obviously saved our lives. I mean, I can see you're
obviously someone terribly important. It's really very good of you to take the time to save
our miserable lives, sir. Now, if we could just be on our way?'
        'You are Zeon spies,' thundered the Marshal. 'Spies and saboteurs.'
        The Doctor smiled disarmingly. 'Do we look like spies? I mean, spies are supposed
to look sort of shabby, and inconspicuous aren't they?'
        Shapp came forward. 'Surgeon Merak is here, sir.' He stared at the prisoners. 'Who
are these people, sir?'
        'These are the intruders, Shapp, the ones who were trying to break into K block.'
        'But why, sir? Where are they from?'
        'I intend to find that out Shapp—before I execute them.'
        Merak was brought forward, flanked by guards. He was very angry. 'Marshal, I have
patients waiting—'
        'Let them wait! Do you know these people?'
        Merak stared at the Doctor and Romana. 'No. Am I supposed to?'
        'I think you do know them, Merak. They are Zeon spies and saboteurs.'
        'What has that got to do with me?'
        'Princess Astra is missing, Merak. She was last seen with you. Since then her
bodyguard has been found dead and she has vanished.'
        'Missing?' Merak was appalled. 'We've got to find her. You must organise a full
scale search...'
        'Everything that can be done is already being done,' said the Marshal dismissively.
'Now you listen to me, Merak. I understand that you don't agree with my conduct of this
war.'
         'I don't agree with war—any war,' corrected Merak. 'Neither does Princess Astra.'
         'Just so. And it's because of this attitude that you have been misled, for the noblest
of motives of course, into cooperating with the enemy?'
         'No, Marshal, you're wrong!'
         'It would be wiser to admit everything. I arrested these two spies myself, standing
over the body of the Princesses's escort. My theory is that she's gone over to Zeos—where
you planned to join her!'
         The Marshal glared down at Merak in mock-indignation. He knew of course that
none of these accusations was true. But by branding Merak and Astra as traitors he could
strengthen his own grip on the planet.
         The Doctor felt it was time to intervene. 'That's nonsense, Marshal, we didn't kill the
guard. We're not even armed. Not unless you count this!' He produced a whistle from his
pocket and held it out.
         The Marshal leaned forward. 'What's that?'
         'Oh, just an old dog-whistle. Care for a blow?'
         'Shapp!' growled the Marshal.
         Shapp took the whistle from the Doctor and examined it intently. He set it to his lips
and blew hard. Nothing happened. Shapp tossed the whistle back to the Doctor. 'It's
useless, sir.'
         The Marshal said menacingly. 'Don't play the fool with me Doctor. Now, why are
you here?'
         'Tourism?' suggested the Doctor hopefully.
         'In the middle of a nuclear war?'
         'Well, I run this little Time-travel agency, you see. Battlefields past and future. See
how civilisations die, that sort of thing. Isn't that right, Romana?'
         'Oh absolutely,' agreed Romana hurriedly. 'It's very educational.'
         'For the last time. What are you doing here?'
         'Well, if you must know, we were looking for a key.'
         'Nonsense!' roared the Marshal. 'Everything you are telling me is a pack of lies. You
are enemy agents, you have murdered one of my guards, you've abducted Princess Astra,
no doubt with the help of Merak. Unless you confess, and divulge her whereabouts you will
all three be executed as spies, do you understand?'
         'Very clearly put, I thought,' said the Doctor politely. 'But I'm sorry, I don't think we
can help you.'
         Unseen by the guards, K9 appeared at the doorway.
         'Is that your last word?'
         The Doctor grinned. 'I sincerely hope not! Still, I think we've been here long
enough.' His voice hardened. 'We tell you the truth, and you refuse to believe us. You
accuse us of crimes we haven't committed and now you threaten to shoot us. I'm afraid it's
all too much, especially after a long journey. Come along Romana.' The Doctor turned
away.
         'Stay where you are,' ordered the Marshal furiously. 'If you make just one move...'
         Suddenly the Doctor shouted, 'Lights out please, K9!'
         K9 located the central power-box, blasted it with his laser-ray and the entire room
was plunged into darkness and confusion.
         The Doctor grabbed Romana's hand and pulled her to one side of the door.
'Guards!' yelled the Marshal. 'Stop them! Shoot them down!'
         Guards poured into the War Room from the corridor, adding to the confusion. As
they thundered in, the Doctor, Romana and K9 slipped out of the door, Merak close behind
them. Merak had no idea who these strange intruders were, but he was pretty sure he'd be
safer with them than with the Marshal.
        Once they were out in the corridor the Doctor shouted, 'Come on, run!'
        'Where to?' gasped Romana.
        'Back to the TARDIS!'

         The gold circlet seemed very heavy on Astra's forehead.She slipped it off, and put
it on the dusty floor beside her, rubbing her aching forehead wearily. Her head fell back,
her eyes closed and she slid away into unconsciousness.
         Suddenly the already-faint lighting in the room seemed to dim still further. At the
same time, a crack, a line of light appeared in the opposite wall. It grew wider, wider, until it
revealed itself as the edge of a door. A hidden panel in the wall was sliding slowly open. A
shadowy figure in a long black hooded cloak slipped through the opening and moved
silently across the room. It lifted the sleeping Princess Astra, carried her across the room
and through the opening. The door slid closed behind them.

       The Doctor and his companions came tearing along the corridor turned a corner
and skidded to a halt. An immense pile of rubble filled the corridor ahead of them.
       The way to the TARDIS was blocked.
4 A Trap for K9
         Romana stared indignantly at the rubble. 'What's happened? Where's the
TARDIS?'
         The Doctor shrugged. 'Buried somewhere under that lot I imagine.'
         'Then we're trapped. There's no way out. The guards must be close behind us,
they'll be here any minute.'
         The Doctor seemed unperturbed. 'K9's guarding our rear. He'll hold them back.'
         'Listen!' said Romana suddenly. 'Someone's coming!'
         Footsteps were hurrying towards them. A moment later Merak peered cautiously
around the corner. At the sight of the Doctor he gave a sigh of relief. 'I hoped it was you.
Listen, where is she? Where's Princess Astra?'
         'Who wants to know?'
         'My name is Merak. The Princess Astra and I are betrothed.'
         'Well, all I can tell you is, just before the Marshal arrested us I found somebody—
and from the voice it was a young lady.'
         'Where? Where is she?'
         The Doctor led the way around the corner. 'Behind that metal door.'
         Merak gave him an anguished look. 'But that leads to a high-rad zone. We must get
her out.' He began hurling himself uselessly against the door.
         The Doctor moved him aside. 'Just a minute.' He bent and peered through K9's
peephole. 'Can't see anybody.' He put his lips to the hole. 'Hello! Anybody in there?' There
was no reply.
         K9 appeared around the corner.
         'Hello boy,' called the Doctor. 'Any sign of our pursuers?'
         'I was able to mislead them, Master. They are running the wrong way.'
         'Well done. Now then, K9 we want this door open. But be careful. There may be a
young lady on the other side, and we don't want her harmed.'
         'Understood, Master.' K9 glided forward, activated his blaster, and began cutting a
circle around the lock.
         Merak looked on amazed. 'What is that thing?'
         'Don't worry,' said Romana reassuringly. 'K9 won't hurt you. He's with us.'
         'But who are you? Are you Zeons, as the Marshal said?'
         'No, of course not,' said the Doctor briskly. 'Don't worry, we're friendly. Romana,
keep an eye out behind us will you?'
         Romana moved to the corner and the Doctor went on, 'Merak, why should the
Marshal want to do away with the Princess?'
         'What makes you think he's behind it?'
         'Too many coincidences. He didn't even believe those charges he was making just
now. It was all acting.'
         'Astra and I were trying to contact the Zeons, to try and make peace. If the Marshal
knew... He wants the war to go on. I knew I was in danger, but I thought Astra would be
safe. The Marshal needs her support, her influence with the people.'
         K9 completed his circle and the lock fell away.
         'Ready, Master.'
        Merak thrust his way past the Doctor, pushed open the door and went into the
room.
         It was empty.
         The Doctor and Romana followed. Romana had the Tracer in her hand. She moved
it about the room. 'Nothing here, Doctor.'
         Merak picked up the gold circlet from the floor. 'Look. She was here!'
         'Yes,' said the Doctor thoughtfully. He was studying a line of tracks in the dusty
floor, tracks that led to an apparently solid wall.
         K9 was whirring and clicking agitatedly. 'It is inadvisable to remain too long in this
environment.'
         'Right,' said the Doctor. 'Come on you two.'
         Merak held back. 'I want to stay here. If she died here...'
         The Doctor pulled him from the room. 'People aren't dissolved by radiation, Merak,
you know that. If Astra isn't here, then she's somewhere else.'
         'Standing here worrying won't help her,' added Romana. 'Let's get out and look for
her.'
         Reluctantly Merak allowed himself to be led away.
         The Doctor looked down at K9. 'The radiation in here won't harm you, K9. I want
you to stay here on guard. Have a look at that back wall, I think there's a passage behind
it. See what you can do with your scanner.'
         'Affirmative, Master.'
         As they came out into the corridor the Doctor said, 'Merak, do you know what's
behind that room?'
         'Just part of the recycling shaft as far as I know.'
         'Recycling what?'
         'Scrap, metal waste. It's all recycled for the war effort. Anything metal goes down
that shaft to be reprocessed in the furnaces. Why?'
         'Oh, just general interest,' said the Doctor vaguely. 'Come on.'
         'Where to?' asked Romana. 'Shall we try to clear the rubble from the TARDIS? I'll
go and get K9?'
         The Doctor shook his head. 'Not yet. Anyway, we won't find the segment by running
away. And I want to discover exactly what the Marshal's up to.'

         The Marshal at that particular moment was staring broodingly into his dark mirror.
He looked up as Shapp came over to him. 'Well?'
         'We've picked them up on security scan, sir, moving along the corridors. Merak's
with them. They're coming back this way.'
         'Have them picked up immediately. What about that machine of theirs, the thing
that shot out the lights?'
         'No sign of it at the moment, sir.'
         The Marshal thought for a second. 'That machine—made of metal, wouldn't you
say?'
         'Presumably, sir.'
         'Recycle it, Shapp. Locate it and turn it into scrap, do you understand?'
         Shapp understood very well. The Marshal didn't care for being made a fool of—
especially by a machine.
         He went over to the security scanner screen and began flicking up pictures. Most of
the city complex was covered by a network of spy cameras, but it was impossible to
monitor them all at once. Shapp began scanning the area around K block, flicking,
punching up pictures of empty corridors, deserted rooms.
        Suddenly he looked up. 'I've got it sir. It's still in K block.'
        'Then get rid of it Shapp!'
        Shapp moved to the console which controlled the semi-automated recycling
network that ran beneath the city. 'There's an access shaft in the room itself. If I can time
things just right...' His hands moved over the controls.

        K9 had just decided that there was not only a compartment but an energy source
behind the wall he was watching, when he sensed vibration from the one to his right. He
wheeled round to investigate. Suddenly a hatchway slid open in front of him. Through it
came a rattle and clank of moving machinery. K9 glided a little nearer—suddenly the floor
beneath him dropped away and he shot forward through the hatchway.
        He whizzed helplessly down a short steep shaft and shot out into empty air. There
was a drop of a few feet and he landed with a thud, upside down on some metal surface.
        Quickly he scanned his surroundings. He was on a long metal conveyor belt,
clanking forward through semi-darkness. On either side of him were chunks of twisted
metal, a ruined engine, hull plates of a shattered space ship, broken steel girders.
        K9 gave himself a quick check, and was relieved to find that his circuits appeared
undamaged. But he was still helpless. One of the few major faults in K9's design was that
once tipped off-balance he found it almost impossible to right himself.
        Helpless as a beetle on its back, K9 was carried forward by the clanking conveyor
belt.
        The temperature seemed to be rising.

         'I've got the machine, sir. It's en route to the recycling furnaces now.'
         'Excellent, Shapp,' said the Marshal absently. He was still staring into the dark
mirror. 'When you find the others, see that they're treated correctly.'
         'No softening up sir?'
         'No. Not yet. I think I may have a use for them...'
         The Marshal relapsed into his trance.

        As they walked along the corridor Romana was still wondering about the missing
segment. According to the Tracer it had been very close in the room in K block. And since
it obviously wasn't the circlet...
        'Merak, have you known Princess Astra for a long time?'
        'All my life,' said Merak simply.
        'Apart from the circlet is there anything else that's always with her. Something she
carries, or wears?'
        'Not that I know of...'
        They turned a corner and found themselves facing a patrol of guards.
        The leader raised his blaster. 'Stop!'
        'Certainly,' said the Doctor obligingly.
        'The Marshal wants to see you.'
        'How very convenient. As it happens I want to see him!'
        The guards marched them away.
         Back at the War Room, Shapp was waiting for them. 'Doctor, you come with me.
You two, wait here.'
         'Nice of you to invite us back,' said the Doctor chattily.
         Shapp led him over to the Marshal who was standing gazing into the dark mirror
apparently unaware of their presence. The Doctor watched him curiously. The Marshal
seemed to be listening. Occasionally he nodded, and his lips moved, though no words
could be heard.
         The Doctor turned to Shapp. 'Is he all right?'
         'Sssh, he's meditating.'
         'Is he like this often?'
         'When things aren't going well, he makes most of his decisions this way.'
         'I'm not surprised things aren't going well, in that case. Standing in front of a mirror
nodding and talking to yourself. First sign of meglomania you know. Look at him, standing
there like a ventriloquist's dummy...'
         The Doctor's voice trailed away. Had he stumbled across the truth? For all his
loudness and flamboyance there was something odd, off-key about the Marshal. Was he a
dummy, a puppet of some mysterious force?
         Suddenly the Marshal swung round, advancing on the Doctor with a beaming smile.
'Welcome, my friend!'
         The Doctor glanced round, wondering if the Marshal was addressing someone
else. 'Friend? Last time we met you were going to have me shot!'
         'A misunderstanding. I had forgotten that your coming had been foretold.' He
sighed. 'The war, the endless war. It occupies my thoughts to the exclusion of all else. But
now that you are here Doctor... You are the one!'
         'Am I really? Which one?'
         The Marshal spoke with an air of total confidence. 'The one who will lead us to
victory!'
         'Oh, good. As long as there's no actual risk involved you understand?'
         The Marshal was off on another of his flights of oratory. 'We shall crush the hated
Zeons in their tracks, wipe their presence from our skies, free this land, this world this
Atrios this...'
         'Blessed plot?' suggested the Doctor helpfully.
         'Exactly! Free this blessed plot from the evils of war and pestilence. And you, you
shall give us our victory, Doctor.'
5 The Furnace
         The Doctor stared at the Marshal in some amazement. 'I see. And what happens if I
don't succeed?'
         'The question does not arise.'
         'I'm grateful for your confidence. I take it we're not under arrest any more?'
         'My dear Doctor...' The Marshal waved the idea away as utterly absurd.
         Shapp came hurrying over to them. 'We've located the fleet, sir.'
         'Then order immediate attack. Come, Doctor. You shall see it all.'
         The Marshal led the Doctor over to the main space radar screen which held two
massed groups of tiny blips. 'There you are, Doctor, the mighty battle fleet of Atrios, and
our Zeon foes. You shall see the weapons that are available to you, as the new architect of
our victory.'
         'A dozen ships? Is that the mighty battle fleet of Atrios?'
         'It would do my people no good to know the truth, Doctor. They live on hope, they
have nothing else. Our factories are largely crippled, production almost at a standstill. But
still we fight on, that is all that matters!'
         'Is it? Why?'
         'To win, of course. War is an expensive business—but worth it, as you shall see.
Order the attack, Shapp!'
         Shapp leaned forward. 'Base to Fleet. Commence attack!'
         The Marshal added his voice. 'Attack! Attack! Attack!'

        A line of four Atrian blips broke off from the main body and streaked towards the
Zeon fleet.
        Shapp flipped a relay and a confused babble of overlapping voices filled the War
Room. 'Closing ... closing ... range four thirty. Hold on seven zero. Report RDF and
maintain attitude four three. Closing. We now have full combat state in all sectors.'
        More and more blips broke off from the Atrian fleet. Zeon blips surged forward to
meet them. Soon the big screen was a mass of swirling dots. Suddenly two blips coincided,
and one of them disappeared in a burst of light.
        'A hit, sir.' shouted Shapp. 'A hit, confirmed!'
        Another Zeon blip disintegrated. 'And another!' shouted the Marshal.
        There was a burst of cheering from the technicians.
        Another blip disintegrated. 'That's one of ours, sir,' said Shapp.
        There was another explosion. 'And that?' snapped the Marshal.
        'Ours too sir.'
        The battle went on, and it soon became apparent that blips representing Atrian
ships were disappearing at a much faster rate than those of the Zeons.
        Shapp looked anxiously at the Marshal. 'Shall I pullout, sir?'
        'Never! Press home the attack!'
        The battle raged on. One by one the Atrian ships were blasted from the screen.
The Doctor looked on, his face bleak. It might have been some complicated electronic
game—but he knew that each dot of light that vanished from the screen represented the
deaths of a space fighter's crew, young men killed in a senseless war before their lives had
really begun.
         The Marshal's face was thunderous. 'What's the matter with them, Shapp? Why are
they losing?'
         'Inexperience, sir. They're brave but they're barely trained. The experienced crews
were lost a long time ago.' There was a moment of silence.
         'Pull them out,' ordered the Marshal.
         Shapp leaned over the command mike. 'All units, disengage. All units, disengage.'
         The screen went blank.
         The Marshal turned to the Doctor. 'Three ships left, out of a once-proud battle fleet.
You see now why we need your help? We must have a weapon that will sweep the
aggressors from our skies once and for all. Can you provide it?'
         'Oh, yes, I think so,' said the Doctor coolly.
         'And the name of this weapon?'
         'It's called peace.'
         The Marshal laughed. 'Most amusing, Doctor. Peace! How can we have peace until
we have the ultimate weapon.'
         'Tell me, if you had this weapon, what would you do with it?'
         'Use it of course, to make sure it worked.'
         'Congratulations, Marshal,' said the Doctor ironically 'You have the true military
mind.' He paused for a moment. 'Tell you what I'll do. You help me find the Princess Astra,
and I'll knock you up a deterrent.'
         The Marshal looked suspiciously at him. Then he beamed, and flung an arm across
the Doctor's shoulders. 'I like you, Doctor. I really do. What will this weapon consist of?'
         'Oh, a kind of parasol affair,' said the Doctor vaguely. 'An umbrella force-field,
something no ship can penetrate.'
         'Good! So we can attack, but they can't retaliate?'
         'Well, not quite. It works both ways, you see. They can't get in, you can't get out.'
         'Then how can we win? We must have victory!'
         'There's always a snag—but I'll work on it. I'll need K9 of course.'
         The Marshal looked at him. 'K9?'
         'My mobile computer. Looks a bit like a robot dog.'
         The Marshal swung round on Shapp. 'Well, you heard him.'
         'It's probably too late, sir,' said Shapp desperately. 'It's well on the way to the
furnace by now! ' ;
         The Doctor was horrified. 'Furnace? What furnace?'
         Quickly Shapp explained what had been done with K9. 'He was sent for recycling,
you see. We recycle all scrap.'
         'Scrap!' said the Doctor savagely. 'Where is this furnace?'
         'On the level just below us here—but it's too late!'
         The Doctor grabbed Shapp's shoulders and shook him. 'Where is it man? Tell me
how to get there—now!'

       The recycling conveyor belt ran under most of the city cbmplex, and luckily for K9
he had joined it at an early point of the cycle.
       Carried on the belt he had travelled miles beneath the city. Every now and again
there was a rattling and clanking as more scrap shot down onto the belt from the various
access chutes, and once K9 himself was showered with metal debris.
        Now it looked at if his luck was running out. The temperature had been rising
steadily for some time, and there was a reddish glow in the air not far ahead. The
conveyor-belt ran into a metal-walled room. He had reached the furnace.
        The conveyor-belt ran across the room and straight into an open hatch beyond
which there was nothing but a blazing glow of heat. At the edge of his vision, K9 could just
see the chunks of scrap metal ahead of him disappearing one by one into the furnace. He
could feel the searing heat beating against his casing.
        There was only one thing he could do. 'Closing-down,' said K9 faintly; 'All systems
closing down.'
        The door of the furnace room was flung open and the Doctor appeared.
        He stood for a moment, eyes closed against the glare.
        K9 was very near the end of the belt by now, within inches of the hatch.
        Wrapping his scarf round his face, the Doctor plunged into the fiery glare around
the furnace. He struggled forward, forcing his way through an almost-solid wall of heat...

        'Close down that furnace,' roared the Marshal.
        Shapp was frantically busy at a control console.
        'I already have, sir. But it takes weeks just to cool down...'
        'The Doctor must not die, Shapp. Not yet. And if he needs this K9...'
        Shapp shook his head mournfully. 'If that thing's gone into the furnace, it'll be
nothing but slag and clinker by now. Sorry, sir.'
        'Sorry?' screamed the Marshal 'Sorry?'
        Almost choking with rage, he tugged at the collar of his tunic to loosen it.
        Romana watched him curiously, wondering why danger to the Doctor should send
the Marshal into such a fit of rage. As the Marshal pulled at his collar, she caught a glimpse
of something at his neck—something like a tiny black cylinder.
        She was trying to get a better look at it, when she heard a familiar voice from the
doorway. 'Rather close for the time of year, don't you think?' She swung round, and there
was the Doctor, leading K9 by the end of his scarf. The scarf was rather singed, along the
edges, but the Doctor and K9 seemed perfectly unharmed.
        'Doctor!' said Romana joyfully. 'Are you all right? And what about K9?'
        The Doctor looked down at K9. 'All right now, old chap?'
        'Affirmative.'
        'You're not even singed'
        'Little trick I learned from the fire walkers of Bali,' said the Doctor modestly. 'They
do this sort of thing all the time!'
        The Marshal hurried forward and shook his hand. 'My apologies, Doctor to you and
your—friend.'
        'That's all right. I mean, we all make. mistakes, don't we K9?'
        'Negative, Master'
        Ignoring this, the Doctor went on, 'I gather you're not in favour of a two-way force-
field Marshal. Well, if you're going in insist on our doing things your way...'
        'I am, Doctor.'
        'I thought you might. Well, if we're going to set up a one way force-field, one which
shuts the Zeons out but lets you through to attack them, we need to know our enemy, so to
speak.'
        'What do you mean?'
         'It might be possible to construct a physchological barrier. Cheap, efficient, energy-
saving, and it would stop the Zeons wanting to come here. Introduce an element of
Atrophobia, you might say!'
         Romana gave the Doctor a puzzled look. As far as she knew, he was talking utter
nonsense. 'What a clever idea, Doctor,' she said loyally.
         The Doctor went on, 'In order to do that I have to meet a Zeon. Find out how they
think, brain patterns and so on. Isn't that right, Romana?'
         'Oh, absolutely. There's no other way.'
         The Doctor looked at the Marshal.. 'You see? Romana agrees with me. Can you
arrange it for me, Marshal?'
         'No, Doctor.'
         'It can be anyone, doesn't matter who. It doesn't even have to be someone
intelligent, any old prisoner will do.'
         'There are no prisoners, Doctor. Like us, the Zeons are sworn to destroy
themselves rather than be captured. Death before dishonour!'
         The Doctor sighed. 'Well, if you can't find us a Zeon, we shall have to think again.'
         The Marshal gave him a warning glare. 'Time is running short, Doctor.'
         'It is indeed,' agreed Romana. 'What about the Princess Astra—is there any news?'
         'Intelligence sources sugguest she has been abducted by the Zeons. If she has. ..'
The Marshal waved his hand dismissively.
         Shapp was over at the radar screen. 'Marshal, it's the Zeon fleet. They're closing in
for another attack.'
         The Marshal hurried over to the screen, and Romana turned to the Doctor. 'You
know when you went down to the furnace, after K9? Well, the Marshal went almost berserk
at the thought you might be killed.'
         'How very considerate of him.'
         'He kept on saying "the Doctor must not die—not yet!" And I saw something on his
throat, some kind of cylinder.'
         'A control device?'
         'If the Marshal is a puppet—who's pulling the strings?'
         'I wonder what's behind that mirror he's so fond of,' said the Doctor thoughtfully;
         Merak had been hovering in the background for some time, uncertain of his
position. The Doctor's elevation from suspected spy to saviour of Atrios seemed to mean
Merak was innocent by association, at least for the moment. It seemed wiser to lay low.
Now he couldn't keep silent any longer. 'What's the use of all this? Questions, questions,
questions, and never any answers. We're no closer to finding Astra or what you two are
looking for either — well are we?'
         'We may be closer to finding Astra than we realise,' said the Doctor mysteriously.
'What worries me is perhaps we're supposed to find her?'
         'A trap?'
         The Doctor nodded. 'Who's pulling the wool over who's eyes? Are we falling for the
Marshal's bluff, or is he falling for ours..'
         'Look,' said Merak desperately. 'Just tell me where you think Astra is and let me
look for her. You can get on with looking for whate,ver you're after.'
         'I'm prettty sure Princess Astra is on Zeos,' said the Doctor slowly. 'What I'd like to
know is—why?'
         Romana said, 'But no one seems to be able to find Zeos.'
         The Doctor smiled ruefully. 'Oh, Zeos is there all right. We just can't see it.'
         'Why not?'
         He held his hand just in front of her eyes. 'Can you see me now?'
         'Of course not, your hand's in the way.'
         'Exactly!'
         'You think there's something between us and Zeos? Then why can't we see the
something?'
         'Maybe it absorbs light and energy. Maybe its particularly well camouflaged. It could
be something very small, or very large, but whatever it is, it's there!'
         'How can you be so sure?' demanded Romana.
         'How could Christopher Columbus be sure. I just know that's all.'
         'Maybe that's why Astra couldn't get any signal back from Zeos,' suggested Merak.
'We've got to do something, Doctor. Where can we start?'
         The Doctor nodded at the Marshal's wall mirror, 'By finding out what lies behind that
mirror. There must be an entrance somewhere. Come on, K9, we've got some sums to do.'
         The Doctor led K9 to a quiet corner of the War Room, and knelt down beside him.
         Merak and Romana slipped quietly away. On his way out Merak helped himself to a
tool-kit from a maintenance locker in the corner of the room.
6 Behind the Mirror
         On the giant space radar screen the Zeon battle fleet was moving inexorably
towards Atrios.
         'Call up reinforcements,' ordered the Marshal.
         'There are none, sir,' said Shapp flatly. 'We've thrown everything we have at them,
and still they keep coming.'
         'This could be the last battle...' The Marshal looked round. 'Where's the Doctor?'
         He spotted the Doctor and K9 in their corner and marched over to them. 'Doctor, I
must have that forcefield.' The rumble of a distant explosion shook the War Room. 'We're
being obliterated, and we've nothing left to fight with. You're our last hope.'
         'It's a problem of power,' said the Doctor thoughtfully.
         'I'll give you absolute energy priority, everything you need.'
         'I'm afraid you haven't got it. K9's just worked it out, haven't you—K9?'
         'Affirmative. To produce the energy to power a forcefield capable of protecting the
entire planet, you would have to consume the whole of Atrios.'
         'Which rather defeats the object,' the Doctor pointed out. Since you wouldn't have a
planet to live on any more. You remember I mentioned a psychological deterrent, a barrier
no Zeon could cross?'
         'You said you would need Zeon prisoners to experiment on—and there are no
Zeons.'
         'There are on Zeos.'
         'What exactly are you proposing, Doctor?'
         'To go to Zeos, pick up a Zeon—and bring back Princess Astra—if she's there.'
         Suddenly a technician called, 'We're picking up a video transmission, sir. From
Zeos!'
         They hurried across to a monitor and saw Princess Astra's face on the screen.
'People of Atrios! Lay down your arms! The Zeons have taken me captive and they swear
to destroy Atrios unless you surrender now. If you love me, my people, save yourselves.
Hand over the Marshal and—'
         Hurriedly the Marshal lunged forward and switched off the monitor. He looked at
the Doctor, his face pale. 'This psychological barrier of yours, Doctor—it would give us a
breathing space?'
         'It would give you time to save your neck yes.'
         The Marshal glared angrily at him, and then controlled himself. 'You may go to
Zeos, Doctor. There is a way...'

         Merak led Romana along a dark, cramped service tunnel. 'Should be just about
here, I think, unless I've lost my sense of direction.' Merak produced tools from his pocket
and began unscrewing a metal panel from the wall.
         Romana watched impatiently; as soon as the panel came free she helped him to lift
it down. Merak climbed through the gap, and Romana followed him.
         They found themselves in a kind of secret chamber. It was very small, and there
seemed to be a dimly lit window on the far side. Romana peered through it, and found
herself looking at the Marshal. Behind him she could see the familiar bustle of the War
Room. They were on the other side of the Marshal's two-way mirror. There was only one
object in the room, a tall pedestal on which stood a gleaming crystal skull. Somehow it
filled Romana with foreboding. It seemed to give out dark waves of evil. Merak stared at
the skull in astonishment. 'What is it?'
         'Ssssh!' commanded Romana.
         The Marshal was speaking, his voice low and urgent. 'It is done. The Time Lord
suspects nothing. I have sent him to the transmat point in K block, where your servants are
waiting,'
         Romana caught her breath. 'Time Lord?' she thought. 'How does he know the
Doctor is a Time Lord?'
         The Marshal was still whispering. 'My Lord, once you have the secrets of Time
please let me have my victory. I beg you. I have waited so long...'
         Romana was already climbing back through the gap. 'Come on Merak, we must
find the Doctor and warn him.'

        Hands in pockets, the Doctor strode through the gloomy corridors of K block, K9 at
his heels. He was deep in thought. 'I've got a feeling I'm missing out on something, K9.
Why should the Marshal, the leader of the war against Zeos, be the only one to know of a
transmat link to the enemy planet? And why tell me about it if he does?'
        He paused at the still-open'door of the room from which Princess Astra had
vanished. 'One of us, is being extremely stupid, K9!'
        'Affirmative, Master!'
        The Doctor walked into the darkened room. It was as bare and empty as when he
had last seen it, silent, deserted, everything covered with dust. He crossed to the far wall
and stood waiting at the point at which Astra's tracks disappeared.
        Suddenly a section of wall slid open. Behind it was a dimly lit compartment with
gleaming walls of some ornately-patterned, silvery metal. It looked not unlike a rather
superior lift.
        The Doctor drew a deep breath. 'Well, goodbye, K9. See you soon—I hope!'
        He stepped inside.
        Romana rushed into the room. 'No, Doctor, it's a trap!'
        She was just in time to see two hooded skull-faced figures spring from the corners
of the compartment and bear the Doctor to the ground.
        The panel closed.
        The Doctor struggled wildly for a moment. His opponents felt like living skeletons,
but they were immensely strong.
        A needle-sharp point pricked his thoat, and everything went black.
7 The Shadow
        Merak came hurrying into the room just in time to see what happened. 'What are
they doing in there?'
        'Going to Zeos, I imagine.'
        'How can they? It's a room.'
        Romana shook her head. 'Oh no it isn't. It's a transmat point. Short for particle
matter transmission. I'll explain it some time when we've got a couple of weeks to spare.'
        'Those creatures we saw were they Zeons?'
        'I suppose so. Now they've got Astra and the Doctor!' Romana headed for the door.
'Come on you two—we shall have to use the TARDIS.'
        Romana led Merak and K9 to the rubble-blocked corridor in which they'd left the
TARDIS. 'It's somewhere behind that lot, K9.. Can you blast a way through to it?'
        K9 scanned the pile of rubble, but made no attempt to fire.
        'Hurry up K9. What's the matter?'
        'Haste unnecessary, Mistress. Sensors indicate that TARDIS is missing.'
        'Missing?'
        'Affirmative.'
        Romana looked at him in dismay.

         The Marshal was still talking to the black mirror. 'You promised, My Lord. You
promised me victory.'
         In the hidden room behind the mirror the crystal skull glowed brightly. A voice came
from it, a husky echoing voice filled with sardonic amusement. 'The war has served its
purpose, as you have served yours. Now I have the Time Lord, there will be no more
attacks from Zeos. Make of that what you will, Marshal..' The glow from the skull faded and
the voice died away.
         The Marshal heard only what he wanted to hear. 'No more attacks... then I can still
win! I can achieve a great victory, a personal victory. I shall lead the assault myself...'
         There was a murmur of astonishment from the technicians at the radar screen.
Shapp hurried over. 'Marshal, the Zeon fleet—it's gone! They had us at their mercy, then
they just disappeared!'
         The Marshal gave a triumphant smile. 'We have exhausted them, Shapp. I shall
lead the attack myself.'

         The Doctor awoke in darkness, a circle of hooded skull-faced figures all around
him. He seemed to feel something metallic at his throat. In front of him was a diamond-
shaped cage made from bars of gleaming metal.
         A voice said, 'Welcome, Doctor!'
         The Doctor looked up. The speaker was standing a little apart from the others. At
first glance he looked not unlike them. He too was black-robed with a face like ,a living
skull. But the robes were of some rich velvety material, and a collar of jewels blazed at his
throat. Even without these symbols of authority, it would have been evident that this was
the ruler of the sinister group. He had an aura of tremendous power and authority, and
seemed to radiate darkness, so that light dimmed wherever he moved.
        The voice was deep and husky at the same time, with a note of sardonic malice. It
seemed to echo, as if coming from the depths of a tomb. 'I warn you, Doctor, you are
completely in my power.'
        The Doctor could feel the metal device at his throat, endeavouring to control his
mind. He resisted it, reached up, and plucked the device from his throat.
        'Oh really? Because of this?' He tossed the little cylinder aside.
        A grimace of anger twisted the skull-like face.
        'Seize him!'
        Hooded figures thrust the Doctor into the diamond-shaped cage, fastening the
locking bars.
        The figure spoke again. 'I repeat Doctor, you are in my power. Do you hear me?'
        Light crackled about the cage and a flood of agony swept through every nerve and
sinew in the Doctor's body. The pain receded and the Doctor gasped. 'I hear you. Who are
you?'
        'I am the Shadow, Doctor. Your adversary, shall we say? It is not important. Listen
carefully, Doctor. If you lie, there will be more pain. You came in search of a Key, the Key
to Time, as it is called?'
        'Yes.'
        'You are already in possession of certain elements of this Key?'
        'No.'
        Sparks crackled about the cage and the Doctor gave a gasp of agony.
        'I warned, you,' said the voice. 'These elements—where are they?'
        'Lost. ..' muttered the Doctor. 'They're lost.'
        'Open your eyes, Doctor.'
        The Doctor obeyed. The darkness receded from the far comer of the room, to
reveal the familiar square blue shape of the TARDIS.
        The hateful voice said, 'Are they in there, Doctor?'
        More light, more pain. 'Yes!'
        'You will open it?'
        'Yes.'
        'Release him.'
        The hooded figures unbarred the cage, and the Doctor fell unconscious to the floor.

         Romana and Merak stood outside the transmat cubicle, watching as K9 played a
finely concentrated laser-beam around the area of the lock.
         Romana said impatiently, 'Please, hurry K9.'
         'The locking mechanism is complex, Mistress, and I do not wish to damage the
transmat. It will take time.'
         'Listen,' said Merak suddenly. 'The bombing seems to have stopped. The Zeons
must know we're done for. I wonder why they're bothering to take prisoners. First Astra,
now the Doctor.'
         'Because that's what this whole war has been leading up to.' Rottlana did her best
to explain. 'The Doctor and I are looking for something called the Key to Time. Whoever
holds it controls the balance of forces throughout space and time.'
         Merak looked incredulously at her. 'Why do you want it? What will you do with it?'
         'I can't tell you-but I assure you we don't want it for ourselves, and it will be used for
good, not evil. The Key has been split into six segments, and they've been disguised and
scattered throughout the Universe. So far we've found five of them.'
        'What has all this got to do with Astra?'
        'She seems to be involved with the sixth piece in some way. Either she's carrying it,
or she knows where it is.' Romana produced the Tracer. 'This is keyed to the segments of
the Key to Time, but it seems to respond to Astra as well. So it can tell us the direction
she's gone—and how close she is.'
        Suddenly the door to the transmat slid open.
        'Ready, Mistress,' said K9 proudly.
        'Well done, K9.'
        Abruptly Merak snatched the Tracer from Romana's hand, gave her a shove and
leaped through the transmat door. 'Sorry, Romana,' he called—and the door slid closed.

         The Doctor recovered consciousness for the second time to find himself lying on
the floor outside the TARDIS. He got slowly to his feet, ignoring the Shadow and his black-
robed servants and patted the TARDIS affectionately. 'Well, well,. what are you doing
here?' He looked at the Shadow. 'Correct me if I'm wrong, but this is Zeos, isn't it?'
         'Do not waste my time, Doctor. Open the TARDIS and bring me the segments of
the Key.'
         The Doctor said amiably. 'Interested in time pieces are you? Chronostatics,
horogenesis, that sort of thing?'
         'You are not dealing with a fool, Doctor.'
         'Oh, yes I am.' The Doctor examined the area around the TARDIS lock. 'Sorry to
disillusion you, old chap. But you've obviously tried breaking and entering and failed. The
TARDIS is covered in ADMs-automatic defence mechanisms. Very clever, really.'
         At a gesture from the Shadow, his servants produced blasters from beneath their
robes. 'Bring me the first five segments of the Key to Time, Doctor, or I shall destroy you,
now!'
         'Do that and you'll never get in,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'By the way, I take it you
do know where the sixth segment is?'
         'Destroy him,' snarled the Shadow.
         The hooded figures raised their blasters.
         The Doctor stepped back, raising his hands placatingly. 'There must be some
civilised solution to all this.'
         'Give me the five segments to the Key to Time.'
         'I wish I could help you old chap. You see the segments are in a limbo safe, and the
only way to open it is with the sixth piece. So if you'd like to let me have it, I'll be happy to
go in and get them for you.'
         The Shadow laughed. 'And do you think I would trust you, Doctor?'
         'Not really—and I certainly don't trust you. Bit of an impasse isn't it?'
         There was a long pause before the Shadow spoke again. 'I have waited so long,
Doctor, that even another thousand years would be nothing to me. But... for you ...I have
watched you in your jackdaw meanderings. I know you, and I know there is no patience in
your nature.'
         'You may be right. Fools rush in, you know.'
         'Exactly.' The Shadow waved his hand, and his servants faded away into
blackness. 'I shall leave you, Doctor, leave you to make your own mistakes. And when you
do—I shall be waiting!'
         Suddenly the room-lights brightened. The Doctor blinked and looked around him.
         The Shadow and his servants had disappeared.
8 Lost on Zeos
        The Doctor wasn't particularly surprised. There was something, odd, alien about the
Shadow and his followers, as though they didn't really belong in this universe at all. They
were real and yet not-real at the same time. The Doctor guessed that they came from
some other, dark dimension, creatures of evil summoned up by the Black Guardian to aid
him in his sinister schemes.
        The TARDIS was still there, and instinctively the Doctor headed towards it.. Then
he checked himself.
        'No, no, not yet, may as well have a look round. I might even find the sixth segment!
'
        He left the room and found himself in a long brightly-lit corridor, lined with
supporting pillars.
        The walls were patterned in a pleasant shade of orange, very different from the
grim blacks and greens of Atrios. The air was fresh and warm. The Doctor looked around.
Other corridors branched off to the left and right. Choosing one more or less at random, the
Doctor set off.

        Not far away, Merak stumbled out of the transmat cubicle and found himself in a
very similar corridor.
        He held up the Tracer, but no signal came. Merak raised his voice. 'Astra! Can you
hear me? Astra, it's me!' His voice echoed eerily down the deserted corridors. Choosing a
direction at random, Merak set off to look for his Princess.

        The black asteroid hung midway between Atrios and Zeos, a huge chunk of jagged
rock with pinnacles and crags that gave it a strange resemblance to some fantastic castle
in space.
        Deep inside the asteroid, Princess Astra was chained to the wall of a dungeon cell,
carved from the solid rock. Her clothes were tattered, her face grimy and tear stained and
she was both terrified and exhausted.
        Looming over her was the sinister figure of the Shadow, his hooded servants at his
heels.
        'Tell me,' he hissed. 'Where is the sixth segment?
        You must know. You are a daughter of the Royal House of Atrios.'
        'I tell you I've never heard of any sixth segment!'
        'And I tell you, Princess, that the secret has been passed down through generation
after generation of the Royal House. Since you ate the only surviving member of that line,
then you must know. You will tell me if I have to tear the secret from the living fibre of your
very being. Do you understand?'
        'Yes ' sobbed Astra. 'If I knew I'd tell you—but I don't!'
        The Shadow's voice was implacable. 'You do know, and you will tell me. Since you
care so little for your own life, let us see how much you care for another.'
        The Shadow waved a hand, and a vision screen appeared magically on the
opposite wall. On it Merak could be seen, wandering disconsolately through the endless
orange corridors of Zeos. 'Astra l' he called,
        'Astra where are you?'
        'Merak, I'm here,' shouted Astra.
        The Shadow lauged evilly. 'You little fool! You think you are still on Zeos? You are
not within a million miles of your precious Merak.' He waved his hand again, and the
screen disappeared.
        Astra slumped in her chains. 'Not on Zeos? Then where am I? What is this place?'
        The Shadow leaned over her, eyes_gleaming in the skull-like face. 'This Princess,
is my domain—the Planet of Evil. Now, if you value your life, and Merak's, tell me where to
find the sixth segment.'
        'I can't,' sobbed Astra. 'I can't!'
        The Shadow straightened up. Astra was terrified to the point of total hysteria, too
frightened to conceal anything. She was telling the truth.

        Brooding in his command chair, the Marshal realised that a familiar presence was
lacking. 'Where's Shapp?'
        A technician hurried forward. 'We've had another intruder report from K block,
Marshal. Major Shapp went to investigate.'
        'At a time like this? Just as I am planning to strike a fatal blow at Zeos? I want every
available ship.. .'
        'There is only one ship left operational, sir. Your escape—' Hurriedly he corrected
himself. 'Your command vessel sir.'
        'Then make it ready. And arm the missiles with atomic war-heads.'

       Romana watched K9 trying to pick the transmat lock for the second time. 'Hurry,
K9!'
         'The lock appears to be jammed, Mistress.'
         'Then blast it out!'
         'There is risk of damaging the transmat mechanism.'
         'Blast it!'
         K9 fired and a smoking hole appeared in place of the lock. The door sprang open.
'Right, in you go K9.'
         K9 trundled into the cubicle and Romana followed.
         There was a flash of light as the transmat beam cut in, and they disappeared.
         A few minutes later, Shapp hurried into the room hot on their trail. He went up to
the open door, stepped cautiously into the cubicle-and disappeared in a flash of light.

        Romana stood looking up and down the endless orange corridors of Zeos. 'We'd
better split up, K9. You go and look for the Doctor, I'll try and find Merak and get the Tracer
back.'
        'Affirmative, Mistress.'
        They went their separate ways.
        Not long after they had disappeared, Shapp materialised and stumbled dazedly out
into the corridor. Not sure what had happened to him, he lifted his wrist-communicator.
'Shapp to control, Shapp to control.' There was no reply—not surprisingly since control was
now several million miles away.
        Puzzled, Shapp stared at the silent communicator.
        Then he heard footsteps coming towards him. Drawing his blaster, he ducked
behind a pillar.
        The Doctor appeared round the corner and stood looking thoughtfully at the
transmat cubicle. 'Now, I wonder...'
        Shapp stepped up behind him, and jammed a blaster into his back. 'Turn round
slowly, Doctor, and put your hands in the air.'
        The Doctor obeyed. 'Paranoid as ever, Shapp. It's all right, I'm not armed.'
        Shapp patted the Doctor's pockets swiftly, and stepped back. 'What happened to
me? How did I get here?'
        The Doctor nodded towards the cubicle. 'Through the transmat, I imagine.'
        'Which sector of Atrios is this, I don't recognise it.'
        'Hardly surprising, Shapp. We're on Zeos. You came through a matter transmitter.'
        Nonsense,' said Shapp stoutly. 'How can we be on Zeos? This must be some
prohibited part of Atrios somewhere I've never seen.'
        The Doctor sighed, 'Face,it, Shapp, old chap, this is Zeos!'

        Still wandering the corridors, Merak was delighted to pick up a faint signal on the
Tracer. He followed it to its source—a small gold bracelet lying in a dusty corner. 'Astra!' he
whispered and picked it up.
        He heard footsteps and ducked behind a pillar, raising the Tracer like a club.
        Someone came round the corner. Merak stepped out and raised the Tracer, then
checked himself as he realised the someone was Romana.
        She whirled round, and grappled with him, twisting one arm behind him so that he
couldn't move.
        Holding him with one hand she snatched the Tracer from his grasp. 'Now listen to
me Merak, I want to find Astra as much as you do. If I let you go, will you promise not to
give me any more trouble?'
        Merak nodded, and Romana released him.
        Merak rubbed his arm. 'I'm sorry' Romana. I've just got to find Astra. I know she's
here now. Look!'
        He held up the bracelet. 'This is hers, I gave it to her. I found it over there.'
        Romana held the bracelet to the Tracer. There was a faint electronic buzz.
        'You see,' said Merak triumphantly.
        Romana nodded thoughtfully. No doubt about it, there was some close connection
between the sixth segment and the missing Princess Astra. But what?
        'Come on, Merak. we'd better go on looking for her.'

         The Doctor was continuing his exploration, followed reluctantly by the sceptical
Shapp, who was still arguing.
         'If this is Zeos. Doctor, where are the Zeons?'
         'Perhaps they don't use this area.'
         'Why not? The air's good, there's no radiation;'
         Sharp tapped the rad-scanner in his lapel. 'But the place looks as if no one's been
here for years.'
         The Doctor stopped suddenly and slapped his pockets. He was pretty sure that
Romana and K9 would have followed him to Zeos. He produced the silver whistle, set it to
his lips and blew hard. 'Should have thought of that before,' he muttered. 'Tell me, Shapp,
have you ever seen a Zeon?'
         'Not since I was a child. We traded with before the war.'
         'They weren't gaunt emaciated creatures in black robes by any chance, like the
chaps who brought me here?'
         'No of course not. They were people, just like us. Maybe they've mutated because
of the radiation.'
         'Hardly likely is it—with none of your attacks getting through!'
         Shapp gave him a baffled look. 'They must have been Zeons. What else could they
be?'
         Before the Doctor could answer, K9 trundled around the corner.
         The Doctor bent down and patted him delightedly.
         'What have you been up to then, eh?'
         'I have been communicating with the Commander of Zeos, Master.'
         'Have you now? I think you'd better take us to meet him!'
         'This way, Master.'
         'Hang on, let's find Romana and Merak first. We can all go and see the
Commander together.'
         'This way, Master!'
         K9 set off at a brisk pace and the Doctor hurried after him. 'You seem in very good
fettle, K9!'
         'Query: fettle?'
         'Form. Condition. Tone.'
         'Affirmative. It is stimulating to communicate with something other than limited
organic intelligences.'
         'Other?'
         'Affirmative, Master. I have been communicating with my own kind-the Commander
of Zeos.'

        The Marshal was watching the transmission of a speech he had recorded just a few
minutes earlier.
        Now it was being broadcast to the people of Atrios—those few of them who had
survived.
        'The time of retribution has arrived! I myself am about to lead the final assault on
Zeos itself, to deliver such a crushing blow that the spectre of Zeon aggression shall never
rise again, Victory and death, my people, Victory for us, and death to our foes!'
        There was a surge of martial music and the Marshal's image faded from the screen,
to be replaced by the eagle crest of Atrios.
        Sitting in his command chair the Marshal gave a nod of satisfaction. He always
enjoyed watching his own speeches.
        A technician approached and saluted. 'Your command ship is ready, Marshal. The
missiles are loaded and the pilot briefed.'
        The Marshal rose and strode eagerly from the War Room.
        Minutes later, his command ship blasted off and set course for Zeos-armed with
enough atomic missiles to devastate the planet.

         It didn't take long for K9 to track down Romana and Merak. After hurried greetings
and explanations, they all set off to see K9's mysterious Commander.
         As they followed K9 along the corridors, Romana showed the Doctor the gold
bracelet. 'The thing is, Doctor, it only gives off the faintest of signals on the Tracer. Since
it's obviously not the sixth segment, what is it?'
         'I'd say it was something that had recently been in contact with the segment—
wouldn't you?'
         'Has K9 mentioned Astra?' asked Merak. 'Is she with this Zeon Commander?'
         'We'll soon know,' said the Doctor reassuringly.
         K9 had come to a halt outside a huge 'arched door.
         'Remain here, please, in silence.'
         K9 gave out a complicated musical sounding sequence of electronic bleeps.
         'What's he doing?' whispered Romana.
         'I don't know;' said the Doctor simply. 'I'ye never seen him do it before.'
         'Silence, please,' said K9 reprovingly. 'Communication in progress.'
         Another sequence of musical bleeps, and suddenly the door slid open.
         'Remain here, please.' K9 glided through.
         Romana looked at the Doctor. 'Maybe it was an identification ritual—like the dance
of the bees?'
         K9 reappeared in the doorway, rather like an electronic butler. 'The Commander will
see you now.'
         They followed him through the arch, and found themselves in a long beautifully
proportioned room, with soft lights bathing its glowing orange walls. The air was warm and
still, and only a faint, distant hum broke the heavy silence.
         At the far end of the hall was a raised dais. On the dais stood a great silver
pyramid, a complex automated console behind it. There was a digital countdown clock in
the centre of the console.
         K9 glided to the foot of the pyramid and gave out another sequence of musical
bleeps.
         The pyramid glowed faintly, and gave out more bleeps in reply. Clearly a
conversation was taking place.
         The Doctor led the others forward. 'There's your enemy, Shapp. I imagine it runs
everything, attack, defence, production, surveillance. A war computer. The ideal leader, no
glory, no speeches; no medals... The whole planet is automated.. There are no Zeons on
this part of Zeos.'
         'Where are they then?'
         'On the other side of the planet, I imagine, somewhere in hiding. But before they
went; they set this up. And it's been fighting a robot war for them ever since.' The Doctor
looked up at the pyramid. 'A passionless lump of mineral and electronic circuitry, highly
efficient. It's given Atrios a battering, killed millions probably, without a flicker of emotion.
Just doing its job—and it's absolutely invincible.'
         Shapp drew his blaster. 'We'll see about that!'
         As he raised the weapon a ray shot out from a row of muzzles set into the wall
behind the pyramid.
         Shapp yelped, and the blaster fell from his numbed fingers.
         'It's got an automatic defence system!'
         Merak said, 'Doctor, please what about Astra?'
         The Doctor nodded, 'K9, could you ask your friend here if the name of Princess
Astra rings a bell.'
         K9 gave off a sequence of bleeps, and the computer replied in kind.
         K9 said, 'All information regarding Princess Astra is inacessible.'
         There were more bleeps from the computer.
         K9 said, 'Mentalis also informs me that the war is now over. The next step is
obliteration.'
       'Obliteration?' said the Doctor sharply. 'For whom?'
       There was a single bleep from the computer.
       K9 translated. 'For everything'

         The Marshal's ship was speeding towards Zeos. The pilot looked up from the
controls. 'Target located, sir.'
         In the co-pilot's seat, the Marshal leaned forward eagerly. 'Excellent! Prepare to
attack!'
9 The Armageddon Factor
         Romana and Merak were standing a little apart, looking on anxiously as the Doctor
engaged in a long conversation with Mentalis, using K9 as his interpreter.
         After a final flurry of bleeps, the Doctor turned away. 'It's no use. Mentalis won't tell
us anything about Astra and refuses all access to its memory banks. It did tell me
something else, though, something rather disturbing.'
         'What's that?' asked Romana apprehensively.
         'Mentalis has been programmed that the war is over. Which means it can't attack.
But according to Sharp, the Marshal will soon be on his way here with the intention of
blowing Zeos to smithereens.'
         Romana frowned. 'Surely Mentalis will react.'
         The Doctor nodded. 'Oh yes, Mentalis is convinced its invincible. It isn't
programmed to accept defeat.'
         'So what will it do?'
         'Fire a salvo of automated missiles that will totally obliterate Atrios, and then self-
destruct. The term it used was obliteration. So if the Marshal attacks, first Atrios will be
destroyed and then a rather big bang will blow up the whole of Zeos. The war will end in a
draw. It's the way these military minds work, you see. Destruction rather than defeat. You
could call it the Armageddon Factor.' He looked round the circle of worried faces and went
on, 'Has it ever occurred to you Shapp, that you and the Marshal and Mentalis here might
all be in a kind of interplanetary arena, playing out this game for the benefit of some alien,
evil spectator?'
         'You mean there's a kind of third force involved, Doctor?' asked Romana.
         'Oh yes, and I think I've met him. Calls himself the Shadow...'

         Flanked by mute, hooded guards, the Shadow appeared in the doorway of Princess
Astra's cell.
         He moved towards her, and she screamed and strained away, tugging vainly
against her chains.
         The Shadow moved closer, closer, ... He stretched out his skeletal hand to her
throat ... Princess Astra arched her back and screamed—then went suddenly still and
silent.
         When the Shadow stepped back, there was a small black cylinder at her throat.
         The Shadow spoke. 'Princess Astra, do you hear me?'
         'I hear you Master,'
         'Good. There are duties you must perform. You will help me in my quest, do you
understand?'
         'Yes, Master.'
         'You are to meet your lover soon, Princess. Smile!'
         Astra smiled. It was like a grimace on the face of a corpse.

        The Doctor had made his plans and was outlining them to his companions. 'I've got
to work out away to neutralise Mentalis-and there mustn't be any attack from the Marshal
while I'm doing it. Merak, you and Shapp have got to go back to Atrios via the transmat.
Tell the Marshal the war is over, tell him he's won. Tell him anything, but don't let him
attack Zeos!'
        'Suppose he won't listen?' asked Shapp.
        'He's got to. If the Marshal attacks, Mentalis will trigger the Armageddon sequence.
Bang! Both planets will end up as bits of dust floating around the cosmos—including the
Marshal. Tell him that!' He looked impatiently at them. 'Well, go on, what are you waiting
for?'
        'What about Astra?' said Merak.
        Romana put a hand on his arm. 'If she's here we'll find her. You can do more good
on Atrios, helping Shapp to convince the Marshal.'
        Merak nodded, and went out after Shapp. He was hurrying to catch up when he
heard a voice. 'Merak!'
        Merak paused listening.
        The voice came again. 'Merak... Merak...' It was Astra.

        Shapp paused at the junction that led to the transmat cubicle. 'What are you doing,
Merak? Come on!' He hurried to the door of the cubicle and paused, looking back the way
he had come. 'Come on Merak. Hurry, man!'
        Merak was nowhere to be seen. Shapp heard a slither of movement behind him
and swung round.
        At the other end of the corridor a black-hooded, skull-faced figure was aiming a
blaster at him.
        As the figure fired, Shapp sprang aside, and the energy-bolt seared across his
shoulder.
        Shapp fired one wild shot in return, and staggered into the transmat cubicle.
        The white light flared up, and he disappeared.

        Merak meanwhile was following Astra's ghostly voice. 'It's me Astra,' he called. 'It's
me, Merak!'
        'Merak,' called the ghostly voice. 'Come to me, Merak.'
        Merak found himself in a long dark' corridor that seemed to stretch ahead for ever.
In the distance he saw Astra, stretching out her arms to him. 'Merak.'
        He ran towards her. He came closer, closer, stretched out his arms to embrace her.
        His arms passed through her ghostly body, the ground disappeared beneath his
feet.
        The empty corridor was filled with the mocking laughter of the Shadow.

       The Doctor removed a panel from the side of the gleaming pyramid, glancing
uneasily at the automated blasters. 'You're sure this is all right, K9? Your friend isn't feeling
threatened at all?'
       'Negative, Master. Proceed.'
       The Doctor began dis-connecting circuits with his sonic screwdriver. Romana
watched him work.
       'Doctor, do you think the Shadow built this computer?'
       'Not personally, perhaps. But I think he had a hand in it.'
       'And it's the Shadow who's got the Princess?'
       'More than likely. The question is, where?'
        Romana held a hand before the Doctor's eyes. 'You said there must be something
between Atrios and Zeos.'
        The Doctor looked up. 'Yes, of course! Romana, you're brilliant. He must have a
base, perhaps a third planet of his own.'
        'So all we have to 'do is find it.'
        The Doctor resumed work. 'When we've dealt with this. If we can deal with it ...'
        The Doctor removed a circuit from the inside of the pyramid; there was a chorus of
alarmed bleeps.
        'Doctor, what have you done?'
        The Doctor scratched his head. 'I'm not sure. What have I done, K9?'
        'You have triggered the primary alert function.
        The computer will now self-destruct, if required to resist attack.'
        The Doctor went on working. 'Let's hope Shapp gets to the Marshal in time. We're
rather vulnerable until this is done.'
        There were more bleeps from the computer, these too with a definite note of alarm
about them.
        'Hostile craft approaching,' announced K9.
        An array of red lights began flashing on the console behind the pyramid.
        'That'll be the Marshal,' said the Doctor grimly.
        'Shapp must have been too late.'
        There was a final crescendo of agitated bleeps.
        'Mentalis has now entered self-destruct sequence,' announced K9.
        A loud ticking came from the digital clock. It began counting down from 1000...
999... 998... 997.
        The Doctor began working at frantic speed. 'It'll blow itself up and us with it, if it's
attacked. Unless I can ...'
        'Look out, Doctor!' shrieked Romana.
        The Doctor flung himself backwards as the automatic blasters trained themselves
on the pyramid and fired in unison. The pyramid exploded in a shower of sparks.
        The Doctor opened his eyes, relieved to find himself still alive. 'That was close!'
        Romana helped him to pick himself up. 'How did they all manage to miss you?'
        'They weren't aiming at me, they were aiming at that.' The Doctor nodded towards
the shattered pyramid. 'Like the scorpion stinging itself to death. As soon as it sensed I
was trying to stop the Armageddon sequence it destroyed its own control centre. It's
mindless now.'
        The steady ticking went on. 820, 819, 818 ...
        'Oh well,' said the Doctor philosophically, 'If at first you don't succeed—get out fast!
Come on!'
        He sprinted for the door, Romana and K9 close behind him.
        They hurried along the endless deserted corridors until they reached the room in
which the Doctor had been interrogated by the, Shadow. To the Doctor's delight, the
TARDIS was still there, and they dashed inside.
        Once in the control room, the Doctor went over to a hidden wall safe. Opening it
with his palm print, he took out a large chunk of gleaming crystal. There was an irregularly
shaped gap in the crystal's side. a
        The Doctor held it up. 'There! Look at that. What do you see?'
        Romana looked. 'Five of the six pieces put together. How does that help?'
        'Well, perhaps five pieces out of six gives us five-sixths of the power—provided
Guardian technology works that way.'
      'If only we had the sixth piece. ..'
      'Or a sixth piece,' said the Doctor suddenly. 'We can see the shape of the missing
piece—and if we know that, we can make one!'
      Clutching the crystal, the Doctor hurried off to the TARDIS workshop.

         In the Marshal's command ship the pilot said, 'Zeos ahead, sir.'
         The Marshal stared hungrily at the mist-covered globe below. 'At last! I shall crush it
like a rotten egg. Prepare to fire. ..'
         The pilot touched a control, and the ship vibrated with a smooth hum of machinery
as the rocket racks slid into firing position. 'Missiles armed and targetted, sir. We'll be in
range shortly.'
         'Go in close,' ordered 'the Marshal. 'As close as you possibly can.'
         A voice crackled from the control panel. 'Atrian control to Marshal. This is Major
Shapp. Imperative you abort mission. The war is over. Abort your mission!'
         'Turn that thing off,' growled the Marshal. 'Damn bureaucrats, trying to steal my
thunder. I'll put an end to this war. Prepare for rocket strike.'
         The pilot's hand reached for the red firing button.
         'Wait for the order,' growled the Marshal. 'We're not quite close enough...'

         The Doctor hurried back into the TARDIS control room. In one haRd he held the
incomplete Key to Time, in the other an oddly shaped chunk of crystal.
         It was duller than the crystals comprising the Key, with a yellowish tinge to it. 'Well,
here's the spare part.'
         Romana looked dubiously at it. 'What did you use?'
         'Chronodyne.'
         'Is it compatible?'
         'It's as compatible as anything we've got.'
         'Compatability ratio seventy-four per cent,' droned K9. 'Component. therefore
unstable, and liable to deteriorate.'
         The Doctor fitted the imitation sixth segment into place. 'In theory, this should give
us powers of balance.
         We should be able to create a neutral, timeless zone over the entire area—at least
for a time... Give me the Tracer, Romana, I need it to seal the chronodyne in place.' He
fitted the Tracer into a kind of socket in the base of the crystal.

        The Marshal gazed through the viewing port at the curve of Zeos close below.
        'Fire!' he yelled.
        The pilot's finger reached for the button...
        'Fire!' yelled the Marshal.
        The pilot's finger reached for the button...
        And reached for the button...

        In the computer room, the countdown clock was reading 10, 9, 8... 10, 9, 8... 10, 9,
8...
        Over and over again.

        Romana looked up from the TARDIS console. 'I've got them, Doctor!'
         The Doctor hurried over.
         On the scanner he saw the Marshal's ship streaking towards Zeos... and streaking
towards Zeos... and streaking towards Zeos... Over and over again.
         'We did it,' said the Doctor exultantly. 'Ninety-nine per cent success.'
         'Ninety-nine point five four,' corrected K9.
         'Even better. We've got them in a time loop! We're gods for an hour, you might
say...'
         'Negative,' interrupted K9. 'Deterioration of chronodyne crystal is in direct ratio to
area affected. Probable duration three point two five minutes.'
         The Doctor was horrified. 'Three and a quarter minutes? We've got to concentrate
the effect.' He looked at Romana and K9. 'I suppose if one had god-like powers one just
has to use them in a god-like way.'
         He held up the Key and looked hard at it. 'I command ...' He cleared his throat.
'Better get this right, hadn't I ... I command that the spatio temporal loop be confined to the
immediate vicinity of the Marshal's vessel...'
         'And the computer room,' urged Romana.
         'And the computer room,' added the Doctor hurriedly. He beamed. 'There! I thought
that went rather well, didn't you?'
         'All power corrupts,' said Romana reprovingly.
         'Oh, come on, it's only a three second time loop. How's the chronodyne crystal, K9,
still deteriorating?'
         'Affirmative: Chronodyne deteriorating but at a much slower rate.'
         'I hoped you'd say that.' The Doctor rummaged in a locker, produced a carved oak
pedestal, and put the Key to Time on top of it. 'Still, I think we'd better get moving. Nothing
lasts forever, not even my time loops!'

        Princess Astra stood in tl1e middle of a circle of darkness, the Shadow close
beside her. She was in a huge circular room, furnished only with a raised dais on which
stood a throne. It was the lair of the Shadow.
        'The Doctor has been forced to use the Key,' hissed the Shadow.'Therefore it is no
longer safe in limbo.
        You will lure the Doctor here and help me to gain access to the TARDIS. Do you
understand.'
        'I understand, Master,' said Astra dully. A filmy white scarf concealed the control
cylinder on her throat.
        'Come. My servants will go with you in the transmat.' Beckoning the hooded mutes,
the Shadow led Astra away.
10 The Planet of Evil
        Merak awoke to find himself lying at the bottom of a shallow steel shaft. One leg
was twisted awkwardly under him, and it throbbed painfully when he tried to move.
        A familiar voice called, 'Merak? Merak, are you all right?' He looked up. Princess
Astra was standing at the edge of the pit looking down at him.
        'Are you badly hurt?' she called.
        Merak clambered painfully to his feet. 'I think my leg's twisted. What happened?'
        'I called out to you, and you ran towards me and fell. I tried to save you, but you
stumbled past me in the darkness..'
        'I thought you were a ghost,' said Merak dazedly.
        He looked around him. The shaft wasn't all that deep, in fact by stretching up he
could just reach the edge with his fingers. Its walls were covered with dials and heavy
cables; Merak guessed he'd stumbled into some kind of inspection pit.
        'Here, let me help you,' called Astra. She leaned over the edge of the pit and
caught his hand. Merak gripped the edge of the pit with his other hand and with Astra's
help, managed to heave himself over the edge of the shaft. 'We must find the Doctor...'
        'Here—put your arm around my neck,' said Astra, and helped him to hobble along
the corridor.
        Two black-hooded figures trailed them through the darkness.

        The Doctor had heaved out most of the innards of the pyramid by now, and was
sorting, somewhat despairingly through a tangled mass of wires and circuitry.
        'Doesn't look very hopeful, does it?' said Romana.
        'No. Whoever built this computer had a very twisted mind! There must be a fail-safe
cut-out some-where—but I just can't find it!' He went back to work.

         K9 was guarding the door of the room which held the TARDIS. He alerted at the
sound of approaching footsteps. 'Who goes there? Identify yourself.'
         Merak came round the corner, helped along by Astra. "It's all right, K9, it's me,
Merak.'
         'Identify second humanoid.'
         'This is the Princess Astra. The Doctor wants her to help him.'
         Merak hobbled forward. K9 said sharply, 'Wait! Hostile presence detected.'
         'Where?'
         'Hostiles approaching. Take cover.'
         Astra and Merak ducked into the room, just as two black-hooded mutes appeared
along down the corridor, blasters in hand.
         K9 advanced firing, and the two mutes turned and fled. Still blazing away, K9 glided
off in pursuit.
         Princess Astra was staring at the TARDIS, which seemed to hold some strange
fascination for her.. 'What is inside?' she whispered. 'I must see inside.'
         'I'm sorry, only the Doctor and Romana can get in.'
         Astra looked strangely at him and said, 'Yes, of course. K9 has driven off the
attackers. Now we must go and find your friends.'
        With K9 close behind them the mutes scuttled back to the transmat cubicle, hurried
inside and disappeared in a blaze of light.
        'Satisfactory,' said K9, giving himself a mental pat on the back. 'Hostiles have been
repulsed.'
        There was another flash, and a plain black box materialised in the cubicle. It was
giving off a regular series of bleeps in a repeating pattern.
        K9 glided forward curiously. 'Distress call has been received. Please identify source
of transmission.'
        The box continued to bleep.
        K9 glided into the cubicle.
        There was a flash of light, and K9 and the box dematerialised.

        The Doctor looked up as Merak hobbled into the computer room, half-supported by
Princess Astra.
        'Doctor, I've found her! This is the Princess Astra.'
        The Doctor rose and bowed. 'I'm very pleased to meet you, Your Highness. This is
my friend Romana.'
        He turned back to Merak. 'Did you rescue her?'
        Ruefully, Merak shook his head. 'She escaped, all by herself, then she rescued
me!' He told the Doctor what had happened.
        The Doctor looked admiringly at Astra. 'Escaped, eh?' How did you manage that?'
        'I managed to slip away from my guards, and I hid in a kind of cubicle. There was a
flash of light, and I found myself here. The guards followed me, but your—K9 chased them
away.'
        'Good, good,' said the Doctor absently. He looked at his unfinished task. 'Tell you
what, Your Highness, why don't you take Merak back to Atrios, through the transmat.'
        'I'd feel safer with you, Doctor.'
        'That's very kind of you, but we've got a very tricky job to finish. The best thing you
can do is go home and let your people know you're safe.'
        Merak took Astra's arm. 'The Doctor's right, Astra. Come along. How do I set the
controls for Atrios?'
        The Doctor gave him brief instructions, and they hurried away.

        K9 emerged from the transmat cubicle and found himself in a gloomy tunnel of
rock. 'This is not Atrios. Nor is it Zeos. What is this place?'
        The only answer was a mocking echo. 'This place... this place... this place...'
        Then a husky, sinister voice whispered, 'Welcome to my domain. I am the Shadow!'
        Before K9 could move, a black robed figure swooped down on him, and clamped a
metal cylinder beneath his chin.

         The Doctor rose to his feet. 'It's no good Romana. We'll just have to try something
else.'
        'Such as?'
        'Finding the real sixth segment. If we can do that, all our troubles will be over. I can
put this computer in a permanent time loop if necessary.' He led the way from the room.
        'Where are we going, Doctor?'
        'To the third planet, Romana. The lair of the Shadow!'
        Merak pointed. 'There it is, Astra. The transmat cubicle.'
        Suddenly Astra thrust him away from her. Merak's leg buckled beneath him, and he
fell.
       'Astra what are you doing? Help me up?'
       Astra's mouth ,twisted in a sneer. 'I have more important things to do.'
       The transmat flared with light and two armed mutes appeared. Astra beckoned
them towards her.
       'You're not Astra,' gasped Merak. 'Who are you?'
       'You are a fool,' said Astra coldly. She led the two mutes away. Gritting his teeth
against the pain, Merak crawled slowly towards the transmat.

          When the Doctor and Romana reached the TARDIS, K9 was nowhere to be seen.
'Perhaps he's still chasing those guards,' suggested Romana.
          The Doctor held up his hand. 'Listen!'
          They heard blaster fire, a sudden scream, frantic footsteps hurrying towards them.
          Princess Astra burst into the room. 'Doctor, help me. They:re after me!'
          'Quick, into the TARDIS,' said Romana. She took Astra's hand and pulled her to the
door.
          The Doctor followed them, patting his pockets. 'Key, key, key, now where did I—Ah,
here we are!'
          He opened the door and they hurried inside.
          The Doctor closed the door behind them, and Astra stood looking around her in
astonishment.
          The Doctor hurried over to the scanner, where the Marshal's command ship was
still going through its repeated sequence.
          Romana looked over his shoulder. 'Looks as if the loop's stretched to about five
seconds.'
          The Doctor nodded. 'That gives us about an hour of real time.' He turned to Astra.
'What happened to Merak?'
          'I got him to the transmat cubicle but the guards turned up so I led them away from
him. He ought to be safe by now.'
          Romana said, 'I'll try to get a fix on the third planet.'
          Astra was staring raptly at the Key to Time. 'What is it?'
          'That, my dear, is the Key to Time, or five sixths of it.' The Doctor looked curiously
at her. 'Are you sure you're all right, Princess?'
          'Perfectly, Doctor.'
          'Does the Key trigger any hidden memory?'
          'No. It means nothing to me.'
          The Doctor rubbed his chin. 'Pity I If it did, you might be able to tell us where the
real sixth segment could be found. We're looking for the final clue. Think Astra, think!'
          Astra walked slowly forward to the Key and reached out her hand.
          'I shouldn't touch it,' said the Doctor sharply. 'It's hot!'
          The chronodyne crystal replacing the sixth segment was beginning to overheat,
sizzling faintly and giving off wisps of smoke.
          Romana said suddenly, 'Got it Doctor! A kind of giant asteroid, midway between the
two planets. It's heavily shielded.'
          'Well done, Romana. Set the co-ordinates, and we'll be on our way.'
       Princess Astra was still staring at the Key to Time.

        The Shadow stood in his lair, listening to the TARDIS materialisation sound
echoing through the rocky corridors of his domain. K9 was at his feet.
        The Shadow looked down. 'Your friends are arriving, it seems. We must go and
greet them.'
        'Affirmative, Master.'
        The Shadow threw back his skull-like head, and a peal of demoniacal laughter
merged with the sound of the TARDIS.
        'You are a fool to enter my domain, Doctor. Soon the Key to Time will be mine!'
11 Drax
         The centre column of the TARDIS console stopped its rise and fall, and the Doctor
drew a deep breath.
         'Well, here we are. We've tracked the Shadow to his lair.'
         Romana said ironically. 'That's right. We've got him exactly where,he wants us!'
         The Doctor nodded towards the pedestal. 'All we've got to do now is get hold of the
sixth piece—without letting the Shadow get his hands on the other five!'
         'How can we find the sixth segment without using the Tracer? And we can't use the
Tracer because it's holding the Key together. If we take the Tracer out we lose the time
loop, and if that goes, millions of people on Atrios and Zeos will die!' Romana looked at the
imitation segment, now cracked and smoking.
         'How much longer is that thing going to last anyway?'
         The Doctor shrugged. 'We need a bit of diagonal thinking, don't we Princess?'
         Astra was staring at the Key. 'What? I'm sorry, I was miles away.'
         'We need your help in finding the Shadow and the Key.'
         'Can't I stay here?'
         'No, Astra. You've been to this place before. We need your help.'
         'I want to stay here!'
         Romana looked at her in surprise. 'Don't you want to help us save Atrios?'
         'My destiny no longer lies with Atrios.'
         (A husky voice sounded inside Astra's head. 'Go with them. You will bring me
Romana.')
         Astra looked up. 'I understand.'
         Romana looked curiously at her. 'Are you all right?'
         The Doctor said, 'Everything's perfect, isn't it, Astra?'
         'Of course. I will come with you, Doctor. We must do everything we can to defeat
the Shadow.'
         'Do you know where he is?' asked Romana.
         'I think I can find him.'
         The Doctor opened the door, and Astra led the way out of the TARDIS. 'I'll be right
with you,' said the Doctor. 'Just locking up.' He went back to the
         TARDIS console, and listened for a moment, adjusting the tuning on the audio
circuits. A regular repetitive pattern of bleeps filled the control room. 'I thought I heard
something. Pan-galactic distress signal. How very odd!'
         The Doctor rummaged in a locker and took out a compass-like audio-tracer and
hurried after the others.

         The black asteroid was honeycombed with twisted tunnels and passageways,
supported by columns of stone, lit only by a sinister green glow that seemed to come from
the rock itself. Here and there caves led off from the tunnels. Some were no more than tiny
cells, others were immense gloomy halls. All were dark and silent. The dank air was full of
distant clanking and groaning sounds, the squeak of bats and the scurrying of tiny rat-like
creatures. Here and there carved gargoyle faces leered from the solid rock. The whole
place had a strange organic feel, like a rotten apple bored through by innumerable worms.
      Romana and Astra hurried on. Romana glanced over her shoulder for the Doctor.
He seemed to be taking a very long time.
      From an alcove, K9 stood watching them, a black robed figure beside him.
      'Instructions, Master?'
      'Leave Romana to Astra. You will follow the Doctor..
      'Affirmative, Master.'

         Audio-tracer in hand, the Doctor hurried out of the TARDIS. He studied the
readings. 'Two six zero,' he muttered and thrust the device in his pocket.
         He could just see Romana and Astra in the distance. 'Wait for me, you two. If we
don't stick together, we'll all get lost.'
         Suddenly Romana and Astra vanished.
         The Doctor hurried after them, and found himself at a point where several tunnels
joined.
         'Doctor!' called Romana's mocking voice. Romana stood at the end of one of the
passages.
         'Doctor!' called the voice again, and Romana was in another passage too.
         'Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!' called the voices and suddenly different versions of
Romana stood in all the passages at once.
         The mocking laughter of the Shadow filled the tunnels.
         The Doctor shouted, 'You'll have to do better than that!'

        Romana paused and looked behind her. 'What does he think he's doing? Surely he
saw us!'
        Astra was looking around her. 'I remember now, all these tunnels link up, just
ahead. If we hurry on this way we'll run straight into him.'
        Since the Doctor had lost Romana, he decided to concentrate on tracing the
distress signal, He took the audio-tracer from his pocket and checked the reading again.
'Two seven five...' He hurried on, and was rather surprised to meet himself going in the
opposite direction.
        'Excuse me,' said the Doctor politely, and stepped aside to let himself by.
        Realising, he spun round. There was no one there.
        The Doctor smiled grimly, and addressed the nearest gargoyle. 'I can see what
you're doing... splitting us all up. Divide and rule, eh? Rather an ancient tactic.'
        The gargoyle stared blankly back at him. The Doctor laughed. 'You didn't really
imagine I was taken in by Astra—did you Shadow?'
        In the Shadow's lair, the Doctor's face was on a wall screen. His voice echoed
cheerfully through the gloomy chamber. 'She's in your power, isn't she? Little something on
the neck, eh? Pretty crude technologically.'
        The Shadow snarled.

        In his tunnel the Doctor chatted cheerily to the gargoyle head, confident that it was
transmitting all his words to the Shadow. 'All this penny arcade, ghost train rubbish is pretty
crude too. Romana can look after herself you know. You won't scare her with spooks.' A
giant spider dropped onto the Doctor's shoulder and he flicked it casually away. 'Or me
either. We're Time Lords you know, not like those poor innocents from Zeos and Atrios
you've been playing games with. Time Lords, sent by the Guardian—to recover the Key to
Time!'
        Suddenly the Doctor saw the Shadow standing before him.
        'I know who you are, Doctor. I have always known. I have been waiting for you.'
        The Shadow's voice echoed through the tunnels, as though the asteroid itself was
speaking. 'I too serve a Guardian, Doctor. A Guardian equal and opposite to your own. The
Black Guardian. He Who Walks in Darkness.' There was a roar of mocking laughter. 'And
you Doctor, are in the Valley of the Shadow!'
        The Shadow vanished.
        The Doctor ran forward to the spot where he had been. Suddenly the solid rock
turned into a whirlpool, sucking him in...
        K9 glided from the shadow. 'The Doctor is captured—Master.'

      Princess Astra paused by an arched stone doorway and beckoned. 'Come,
Romana. You'll be quite safe in here!'
      As Romana came into the room an enourmous black hooded mute sprang from the
shadows and lifted her in his arms. Kicking and screaming, Romana was borne away.
      Princess Astra smiled.

        The Doctor recovered consciousness in a dungeon. It was a very old-fashioned
dungeon; stone-block walls, studded iron door, high barred windows... Clearly the Shadow
had traditional tastes in such matters.
        There was a strange rythmlc bleeping ...
        The Doctor hunted round the cell and found a plain black box tucked into one
corner. He studied it thoughtfully.
        He heard a sliding, grating sound. One of the stone blocks that made up the inner
wall was slowly moving forward. It moved further, further, it dropped free and thudded to
the ground. The Doctor jumped back, and waited to see what would happen next.
        A head appeared in the gap, a round, close cropped head with a set of cheerfully
villanious features. It spoke. 'Ullo, Thete, How are you, boy?'
        The Doctor stared. 'What?' he said faintly.
        'It is Thete, innit? Old Theta Sigma? Course it is! Remember me?'
        Narrow shoulders appeared behind the head and began squeezing through the
gap. Wriggling eel-like through the hole, the newcomer dropped through to the floor, and
then sprang to his feet. He was a small, lithe man in shabby space-coveralls. He looked
cheerily up at the Doctor. 'You remember me, Thete? Drax is the name. Class of ninety-
three. We was on the technical course together. Long time ago now, Thete, must be what,
four hundred and fifty years? We're a long way from Gallifrey eh?'
        'Of course,' said the Doctor. 'Drax! We were at the Academy together.'
        'That's right. Till they slung me out. I was all right on the practical, see, it was
temporal theory done me in.' He shook his head sadly, 'Still, you done all right, getting your
Doctorate and all that. Though I did hear you was in a spot of bother later. Taking and
driving away a TARDIS without the owner's consent. Naughty, naughty. Got done by the
High Court, didn't you? Served a stretch in exile. Earth... wasn't it?'
        The Doctor cleared his throat. 'Oh, that was all forgiven and forgotten long ago.
What happened to you?'
        'Well, I bought this second-hand TARDIS bought, not nicked Thete—and went into
repairs and maintenance didn't I? Do anything, go anywhere, all over the galaxy. Buy a bit,
do it up, sell it again. Cybernetics, guidance systems, you name it.'
        'Arms?' suggested the Doctor gently.
         'Well, that too. Not on a regular basis, mind. And computers. No one to touch me
on computers.'
         'I was introduced to a computer called Mentalis on Zeos. Did you build that?'
         'That's right. Soon as I'd finished the job I found myself here. Kidnapped by the
Shadow.' Drax spotted the black box and pounced on it. 'That's where I left it. Thought
someone must have pinched it.' He studied the box for a moment then switched it off. 'Not
that it ever done me much good!'
         'You made that thing—here?'
         'Never go nowhere without me tools, do I?'
         'Drax, I hope you don't mind my being personal—but where did you acquire that
accent and vocabulary?'
         'Brixton, wannit?' said Drax proudly. 'London, Earf.' He lowered his voice to a
confidential whisper. 'Transport broke down see, hyperbolics as usual. Well, I was
temporarily out of funds, and I was investigating certain possibilities with regard to spare-
part replacements when—well, I got done, didn't I—just like you. Ten years for knocking off
top secret equipment. Well, I had to learn the language to survive, See? Why, is there
anyfing wrong with the way I talk?'
         'No, no,' said the Doctor hastily. 'It's very colourful, very demotic.'
         'Thanks, Thete.'
         'Doctor,' said the Doctor firmly. Theta Sigma wasn't his name anyway it was a kind
of Time Lord coding. The Doctor didn't think he could bear being addressed as 'Thete' for
the rest of their association.
         'Oh, suit yourself then—Doctor,' said Drax huffily. 'We ain't all got degrees.'
         'It's just that I'm used to it,' said the Doctor cajolingly. 'No offence meant, Drax, old
friend.'
         'And none taken—Doctor,' said the little man heartily.
         The Doctor nodded at the gap in the wall. 'Might there be a way out through there?'
         Drax shook his head sadly. 'No, not yet anyway. I got passages and tunnels all
over the place, but I can't seem to find the transmat shaft. Trouble is, my TARDIS is back
on Zeos.'
         'Where does it lead, then?'
         'Have a look.' invited Drax.
         The Doctor squeezed through the gap and found himself in a dungeon exactly like
the one he'd left—except for the addition of a cluttered stone workbench and a set of tools.
         A number of complex looking components were scattered on the bench, and the
Doctor studied them thoughtfully. 'Aren't those stabiliser components? I thought your
TARDIS was on Zeos.'
         'Took the stabiliser out, didn't I? Needs a bit of work.'
         The Doctor looked hard at him. 'How long have you been here, Drax?'
         'Oh, must be a year or so...'
         'And you've had a dimensional stabiliser virtually intact all that time, and you
haven't escaped.'
         'Told you, it needs work.'
         The Doctor laughed. 'Oh come on Drax. You could have had that fixed and skipped
out of here years ago—if you'd wanted to!' He peered suspiciously at Drax's neck.
         'Think I'm in with the Shadow, is that it.?' asked Drax offendedly. 'Would I do such a
thing?'
         'Yes, you would! Now I suppose you'll suggest you and I make a run for it—in my
TARDIS?'
        'Doh, what a good idea,' said Drax, with unconvincing enthusiasm.
        'Isn't it?' said the Doctor sardonically. 'You and I inside the TARDIS! What then, eh?
Lead pipe. Sock full of wet sand? And you'd be away with the Key to Time, am I right?'
        Drax nodded shamefacedly. 'Shadow threatened me with the chop, didn't he? Said
I was the only one who could get hold of it.'
        'And suppose you had? You think he'd let you go? You'd be for the chop for sure
then.'
        'Yeah, suppose you're right.'
        'So why don't' you help me then? Really help me, I mean. Together we'd stand a
chance.' The Doctor put his arm round the little man's shoulders. 'After all, we are both
Time Lords. Class of ninety-three and all that! I mean, if we don't stick together, who will?'
        The Doctor beamed down at Drax and Drax nodded, and smiled uncertainly back.
        He had the strangest feeling he'd been conned...
12 The Bargain
        Clamped into the diamond shaped cage, Romana was being interrogated by the
Shadow. Every hesitation, every evasion was punished with a burst of agonising pain.
        At last the questions ceased, and the Shadow turned angrily away. 'She has told
me all she knows, and it is still not enough. Still the cursed Doctor stands between me and
the Key I ' He turned back to Romana.
        'We shall see how much the Doctor values your life.'
        Romana was slumped against the bars, weak but still defiant. 'He'll never give you
the Key. I'm not afraid to die.'
        The Shadow ignored her. 'K9, go to the Doctor. You know what to tell him.'
        'Affirmative, Master.'
        K9 glided away.

         Drax was busy at his bench, repairing and re-assembling his stabiliser. 'You really
reckon this will work, Doctor? A stabiliser-gun?'
         'I don't see why not?' The Doctor watched him work for a moment. 'Try synaptic
adhesion.'
         'No, no. It's the chronostat, always is. I done thousands of these, Doctor.
Thousands!'
         'I tell you its got to be synaptic adhesion.'
         Drax glared at him and put down his tools.
         Hastily the Doctor said, 'I'll leave you to it then, shall I?'
         'Why don't you do that?'
         The Doctor looked through a gap in the other wall. 'Where does this lead, then?'
         'Upper level. Look out for the mutes.'
         The Doctor clambered through the gap and found himself in a long narrow tunnel.
He wriggled forward on knees and elbows and after a time he saw a patch of dim light at
the end. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice. 'I have you on scan, Doctor. Continue this
way.'
         'That was K9,' thought the Doctor in astonishment. 'He's never called me Doctor
before!'
         He wriggled on until he reached an iron grille.
         He moved it aside, and saw it was set at ground level in one of the tunnels.
         Popping his head out, the Doctor. found himself nose to nose with K9. 'Doctor!'
         'Yes, old friend?' said the Doctor sadly. From this low level it was easy to see the
black cylinder at K9's throat.
         'I have a message for you.'
         'Can't hear you old chap, come closer.'
         K9 moved nearer, and the Doctor made a grab at the cylinder.. K9 realised his
intention, and retreated rapidly. 'Such actions warrant immediate execution.'
         'Oh, K9,' said the Doctor sadly.
         'Here is your message. My Master has Romana. He offers you her life in exchange
for the Key to Time.'
         K9 paused 'End of message. Your reply please. Waiting.'
         'Tell him I'll think about it.' said the Doctor, and began climbing out of his tunnel.
         He made a great business of climbing to his feet and dusting himself down. 'Right
you are, K9 let's go!'
         As K9 turned to lead the way, the Doctor suddenly sprang clear over him, swung
him rouud, and shoved him through the gap. 'Sorry, K9!'
         He heard K9 rattling down the steep tunnel. There was a moment's silence, then a
terrible metallic crash. The Doctor winced, and called, 'You all right down there, Drax?'
         After a moment an astonished voice floated up 'Yeah, you? What's this heap of
junk you've shoved down on me?'
         'My computer. Listen, Drax, just get the control device from under his chin, will
you?'
         There was a pause then Drax's voice came again.
         'Right, got it, Doctor. Now what?'
         'Carry on with our little project. I'll be back soon—I hope!'

        In the workshop Drax looked down at K9, who was still laying upside down on a
heap of scrap, squawking angrily. 'Attention. Essential I am restored to vertical position.'
        'I'm busy.'
        The blaster projected from beneath K9's nose.
        'Restore me to vertical position.'
        'All right, all right.' said Drax hurriedly. He lifted K9 off the scrap heap and set him
down upright 'That better?'
        'Affirmative.' K9 began darting to and fro. 'Drive circuits re-stabilising.'
        Drax looked on in astonishment 'It's a dog! Who's a little tin doggie then?'
        K9 ignored him.
        Drax went on with his task, re-assembling the stabiliser into a vaguely gun-shaped
device. He peered thoughtlully at it 'I don't get it. It's always the chronostat.'
        K9 scanned the device. 'The fault is a question of synoptic adhesion.'
        Drax groaned, 'Now don't you start!'

        The Doctor was moving cautiously along the tunnels when a particularly large mute
appeared from the darkness before him. One enormous hand held a blaster, the other
beckoned the Doctor onwards.
        Resignedly the Doctor obeyed He knew there was no real escape from the
Shadow, not on the Planet of Evil. The whole place was no more than an expression of the
Shadow's will.
        The mute ushered the Doctor into the great cave that served as the Shadow's lair.
The diamond-shaped cage stood in the centre. Romana still inside it.
        Princess Astra stood near the cage, her lace a blank, and the Shadow sat on his
black throne. 'You will give me the Key to Time, Doctor or would you prefer to see your
companion suffer?'
        Thc Shadow waved his hand Sparks crackled round the cage and Romana twisted
in agony.
        'Stop" shouted the Doctor, 'I refuse to negotiate under threat.'
        The sparks stopped, and Romana slumped against the bars, 'Don't give it to him.
Doctor, It doesn't matter what happens to me.'
        'Oh, yes it does, Romana,' said the Dortor softly. He looked at the Shadow 'I take it
you have the sixth segment here?'
        'It is here, Doctor.'
        'I'd like to see it, if that's possible.'
        'You have already seen it Doctor,' said the Shadow mockingly.
        'Oh!' Wearily the Doctor ruhbed his forehead, 'Tell me, when I give you the first five
segments, when you have all six—what will you do? I mean, you realise I've rigged
something up to prevent the destruction of Zeos and Atrios?'
        'Your puny time loop, Doctor?' sneered the Shadow.
        'It may be puny, but it works. If you upset it, millions will die.'
        'That has always been our intention, Doctor. This pathetic little war has been but a
rehearsal for our grand design.'
        'Our design?'
        'I have my Guardian, Doctor,' said the Shadow proudly, 'just as you have yours,
You and I are on the same quest But whereas you have been scavenging through space
and time, I located the sixth segment here, and waited for you to bring me the other five.'
The Shadow laughed 'Once we have the Key to Time, Doctor, we shall set not just two
planets but the two halves of the cosmos at war. The sound of destruction will be music in
our ears. Unlike others, we do not seek power. We glory in destruction! Chaos shall rule
the cosmos once more.' The Shadow paused, gasping for breath. 'Now fetch me the Key,
Doctor!'
        'Very well. But not until you let Romana out of that cage.'
        With a sneer the Shadow waved his hand, and the cage door sprang open. 'Well
Doctor?'
        The Doctor bowed his head, and the giant mute marched him away.

        Drax straightened up, rubbing his back 'You were right, little tin doggie. Synoptic
adhesion it was!' He switched on the device, it hummed with power. 'Well, it's working. I'd
better go and find the Doctor, eh?'
        'Affirmative! I shall wait here.'

        Romana watched the Shadow move over to Astra claw like hand plucked the
control-cylinder from her throat. 'Now, my Princess, your work is almost done. Your destiny
is at hand.'
        Released from her trance, Princess Astra recoiled in horror at the sight of the
Shadow's skull-like features. 'Who are you?'
        The Shadow seemed to grow in menace until he filled the cave. 'I am the Shadow.
The Shadow that accompanies you all!'

        At the top of the tunnel, Drax paused as he heard the sound of approaching
footsteps. He ducked down as the Doctor passed by, the giant mute close behind him.
        Drax scrambled out of the hole and crept cautiously after them, stabiliser gun
cradled in his arms.

        The Doctor paused at the door of the TARDIS, and looked up into the skull like face
of the giant mute 'When I give the Shadow the Key to Time, he'll kill me you know,' he said
conversationally, 'Kill you too, I shouldn't wonder and all your fellows. He'll have no more
use for you. will he?'
        The mute said nothing.
        Over the giant creature's shoulder, the Doctor saw Drax peering round the corner.
         'Still, perhaps you don't really care,' the Doctor went on. 'Perhaps you're not really
alive anyway!'
         Drax crept nearer.
         The mute forced the Doctor up to the door of the TARDIS, and gestured with his
blaster.
         The Doctor fumbled for his key, and opened the TARDIS door. Drax was very close
now, with a chance for clear shot at the mute, Why didn't he fire?
         Suddenly Drax shouted, 'Right, Doctor, I'm ready for you!' He jumped forward,
raised the stabiliser gun and fired—straight at the Doctor.
13 Small World
         A glow of light bathed the Doctor's body. He became smaller, smaller, smaller...
until he seemed to disappear.
         Immediately Drax swung the stabiliser gun round and fired at himself. He too,
shrank, smaller, smaller, smaller, until he was gone.
         The astonished mute looked down and saw two tiny figures scuttling across the
floor. He raised his boot...
         The Doctor found himself haring across a floor that had suddenly become an
endless rocky plain. A colossal black shape was crashing down on him... The Doctor
dodged frantically and the boot struck the rock floor with a thunderous crash.
         The Doctor ran on. He neard a voice call 'Doctor! Doctor this way!'
         Drax was beckoning him from a jagged archway—in fact, the Doctor realised, from
a tiny crack in the wall.
         The Doctor ran towards him. Suddenly there was a thunderous explosion and a
blast of heat. The Doctor glanced up at the angry giant towering above him, and realised
the mute was shooting down at him with his blaster. Dodging between the explosions, the
Doctor dived into the crack and collapsed panting beside Drax.
         'You shrunk the wrong one,' he gasped. 'Why didn't you shrink the mute?'
         Drax slapped himself on the forehead. 'Never thought of it.'
         'Well you should have—oh no!'
         'What is it, Doctor?'
         'I've done something even sillier—I've left the TARDIS door open!'
         'Don't worry, mate. I'll pop out and create a diversion, you nip over and shut the
door.'
         'When I'm this size?'
         'I see what you mean.' Drax contemplated the miniaturised stabiliser gun. 'We can't
go out there like this, 'cause he'll stamp on us—and we can't go back to normal size in
here, 'cause there's no room. We'd just fill up the crack.'
         The Doctor nodded. 'Like putty!'
         'Do you mind? Well, we've got problems.'
         'We certainly have!' The Doctor began ticking them off. 'The TARDIS door is open,
so the Shadow can just walk in and take the Key to Time. The time loop must be stretched
to breaking point by now—and if the countdown reaches zero up goes Atrios and Zeos and
all.'
         'Life presents a dismal picture, you might say.'
         'You might indeed. Then there's the Marshal.'
         'He's on our side is he?'
         'No, he's in the time loop as well, trying to make a rocket attack on Zeos.' The
Doctor sighed. 'I just hope Shapp and Merak managed to get back to Atrios...'

      The War Room was deserted—naturally enough, since the war was officially over.
Shapp had dismissed all the technicians, and now he and Merak stood alone by the
communications console. They looked like a pair of battle-scarred veterans. Merak's head
was bandaged and he was leaning on a stick, while Shapp had his left arm in a sling.
          He was speaking into the communicator. 'Atrian control to Marshal. Come in
Marshal...' There was no answer. 'It's useless. He either won't or can't answer us. And that
time loop's not going to hold him back for ever, is it?'
          Merak shook his head. 'Apparently it'll stretch and break eventually—unless the
Doctor can get hold of the sixth segment-which is connected somehow with the Princess
Astra.'
          'But she denies all knowledge of it?'
          'All conscious knowledge, yes. But if the knowledge is unconscious, implanted in
some way, maybe it would show up in analysis.'
          'The Princess isn't here,' Shapp pointed out.
          'No—she's in the power of the Shadow. But her medical records are all stored in
the computer! ' Leaning on his stick, Merak hobbled over to the main computer terminal,
and began punching up data.
          Shapp resumed his attempt to contact the Marshal. Some considerable time later,
Merak came back across the room. Shapp looked up. 'Did you find anything?'
          'Nothing. I've made every possible check. Behavourial, physical, psychological.
Nothing shows up. Astra's just the same as anyone else.'
          'Apart from the fact that she happens to have been born a Royal Princess!' said
Shapp with ponderous humour.
          'What did you say?'
          'Astra's just the same as everyone else.'
          'Except for the fact that she happens to have been born a Princess!' Merak's eyes
were blazing with excitement. 'It's been staring us in the face!'
          'What has?'
          'The most obvious difference of all Astra belongs to the Royal House of Atrios.'
Merak hurried back to the computer terminal. 'I'm going to run a series of genetic tests.
Astra may be more different than any of us could have imagined.'
          So infectious was Merak's excitement that Sharp followed him to the computer. He
watched for what seemed a very long time as Merak punched up data on the readout
screen, studying the flow of symbols with fierce intensity. Finally Merak switched the
computer over to print-out, and stood studying the sheafs of paper, his face grave. 'Yes...
it's just as I feared.'
          'What is?'
          'There's a molecular anomaly buried in the structure of the House of Atrios,
transmitted from one generation to the next, and now, finally, to Astra.'
          Shapp gave him a look of utter bafflement. 'What does all that mean?'
          'It means that Astra herself, her every living cell, is part of the Key to Time. Astra
must be destroyed, to save us all!'
          Merak's eyes were shining with tears. 'You see, Shapp? You see?' His voice broke
and he turned and hobbled rapidly from the room.

       Drax peered out of the crack, and ducked back, as an enormous boot thumped
down close to his head. The mute was still patrolling the corridor.
       'Well, Doctor, we've still got one thing in our favour.'
       The Doctor gave him a look of surprise. 'We have?'
       'Mobility. I mean if we're only this big we're as good as invisible. Except we can't
move.'
       The Doctor was still making plans. 'If the Shadow gets hold of the first five pieces,
as he undoubtedly will, then it's up to us to get hold of the sixth!'
       'You don't even know what it looks like,' argued Drax. 'I reckon you're banjaxed, old
son. End of the road. Finito.'
       The Doctor was thinking hard. 'The Shadow said I'd already seen it. It's something
to do with Astra... Let's see where the other end of this crack goes to, shall we?'
       Drax nodded. 'Suppose so. Better than staying here and getting the boot.'

         The screen in the Shadow's lair showed a close-up of the TARDIS.
         The Shadow looked from Romana to Astra in triumphant satisfaction. 'You see?
Your friend the Doctor has eluded me—but he has made his last mistake. The TARDIS
door is open. The Key to Time is mine!'
         His captives forgotten in his excitement, the Shadow hurried away.
         Romana said fiercely. 'If he thinks we're going to give up now... Astra, we've got to
get out of here.'
         'My destiny is here, in this room. Not on Atrios, not on Zeos,but here.'
         Romana seized her shoulders and shook her. 'Forget the Shadow, you're free of
his control now. We've got to escape.'
         'No, I must stay. I am the sixth Princess of the sixth dynasty of the Royal House of
Atrios.'
         'Very impressive, I'm sure,' said Romana sharply. 'Let's get out of here all the
same, before the Shadow comes back.'
         Astra shook her head. 'This is the time of my becoming... my transcendence.'
         'What are you talking about?'
         Princess Astra smiled eerily. 'Metamorphosis.'
         'What do you mean—metamorphosis.'
         'My destiny is here!'
         Suddenly Romana realised the appalling truth. 'The sixth Princess of the sixth
dynasty of the sixth Royal House of Atrios I Princess Astra, listen to me, we've got to get
you away from here. If we don't the Shadow will win after all!'
         She tried to pull the resisting Astra from the room—and saw mutes with blasters
standing on guard at the door.

        The far end of the crack emerged into another corridor. Drax peered round getting
his bearings, then fished out a crumpled map. 'Here we are then. Up there, there's your T
junction. Right goes down to the dungeons, left there's a tunnel leading to the Shadow's
lair—or there will be, once I get it finished. Still a few feet to go.'
        'So there's a way into the Shadow's lair he doesn't know about?'
        'Not till I get the tunnel finished,' said Drax gloomily. 'And a couple of midgets like
us won't be much use with a pick and shovel!'
        'If we can get K9 to help, we won't, need a pick and shovel. Maybe we can still give
the Shadow a surprise.'
        Drax tapped the stabiliser-gun. 'Back to normal size then?'
        'Not yet. Small is beautiful at the moment, Drax.'
        'Maybe so. But big is better though, innit?'
          The Shadow swept along the corridors of his domain trailing a cloud of darkness
behind him, until he reached the room that held the TARDIS. The baffled mute was still
standing guard.
          'At last,' breathed the Shadow. 'The moment I have waited for! Open the door !'
          The mute swung the TARDIS door fully open. A flood of light spilled out into the
corridor. The Shadow shrank back, wrapping his skull-like visage in his cloak. 'Too much
light...' he croaked. He tried to make himself go forward, like a man swimming against a
strong current but the radiance coming from the TARDIS was too much for him.
          The Shadow fell back and pointed a bony hand at the mute. 'You! Go inside and
fetch me the Key. Hurry!'
          The mute plunged inside the TARDIS. The Shadow waited impatiently. 'When the
Key is mine, I shall dispel all light. Darkness and night alone shall reign!'
          The mute emerged from the TARDIS carrying the partially-assembled Key to Time
in his hands.
          With a scream of triumph the Shadow snatched it from him and scurried back to his
lair.

         K9 stood patiently on the floor of Drax's workshop, towering over the tiny Doctor
like a colossal statue. A side panel in his outer casing stood open.
         The Doctor looked up at him. 'Everything all right K9?'
         'Affirmative.'
         'Remember, it's absolutely essential the Shadow thinks you're still under his control.
That's why we've deactivated the control cylinder and put it back. So keep it simple and
convincing, all right?'
         'I shall report: The Doctor and Drax have been eliminated.'
         'That's the idea. Now just test the blaster before you go.'
         K9 extruded the nozzle of his blaster. 'Testing now!' He fired and a chunk of rock
dropped from the wall.
         There was a yell from the miniaturised Drax, who was already inside K9.
         'Are you all right?' called the Doctor.
         'Just about. The bit I'm sitting on gets hot!'
         'Sit somewhere else then! Ready K9?'
         'Affirmative!'
         'Right! Forward,then K9! You're on!' The Doctor clambered inside K9 and the panel
closed.
         The Doctor groped his way through the darkness of K9's interior and perched on a
circuit casing next to Drax.
         'Smashing idea this, Doctor,' whispered Drax.
         The Doctor smiled. 'Well, I can't really take all the credit. Did you ever hear about
the Trojan Horse?'
         K9 moved off with his tiny hidden passengers.
         The Doctor's last desperate gamble had begun.
14 The Key to Time
         Back on Atrios a mute stood guarding the entrance to the transmat booth. The
Shadow wanted no more uninvited visitors to his domain.
         A gold bracelet flashed through the air and landed at the mute's feet. He stooped to
pick it up—and crashed to the floor beneath Merak's hurtling figure.
         Merak snatched the blaster from the mute's hand and thrust it into the skull-like
head. 'Into the cubicle.' The mute obeyed and Merak followed.
         There was a flash of light and Merak found himself in another cubicle, one giving
onto a rocky tunnel.
         He thrust the nozzle of the blaster into the mute's face. 'Is this the Shadow's
planet? Tell me!'
         The mute nodded.
         Merak raised the blaster and smashed it down on the bony head. The mute
crumpled and fell.
         Dragging the body from the cubicle, Merak knelt and began stripping the black robe
from the creature's body.
         Dragging the skeleton-like remains of the mute into a side tunnel, Merak put on the
robes... covering his face with the hood. A procession of black-robed figures marched
down the tunnel before him. The gaunt figure in the lead was carrying a glowing crystal.
         Merak slipped out of hiding and joined the tail end of the procession.
         The Shadow marched back into his lair, too exultant to notice that he had acquired
an extra follower.
         He placed the crystal on the specially prepared plinth and stepped back to admire
it. 'The fulfilment of all I have waited for since eternity began!'

        K9 and his miniaturised passengers came to the end of a long rocky tunnel. The
tunnel ended in a solid wall of rock, behind which if Drax's calculations were correct, was
the Shadow's lair.
        K9 extruded his blaster. 'Prepare for blasting.' He opened fire, and the rock wall
began melting away.

        His gloating over, the Shadow turned to Astra. 'Come, Princess, it is time to fulfil
your destiny.'
        Astra moved forward towards the glowing Key to Time.
        Romana tried to hold her back, but the bony hand of a mute gripped her arm,
pulling her away.
        Astra moved slowly forward. 'My destiny!'
        'It is for this that you were born, Princess,' whispered the Shadow. 'The sixth child
of the sixth generation of the sixth dynasty of Atrios. Born to be the sixth and final segment
of the Key to Time!'
        'I am ready,' said Astra softly. She stretched out her hands towards the Key to
Time.'
        The disguised Merak sprang forward. 'No!' he shouted. But it was too late.
         As Astra's hands touched the crystal, her body glowed with incandescent light. For
a moment she seemed to burn like a flame and then the flame dwindled and shrank.
         When the brightness faded Astra had vanished.
         Hovering in mid-air was a strangely shaped glowing crystal, the sixth and last
segment of the Key to Time.
         The Shadow reached out to grasp the crystal, there was a shattering crash, and K9
burst through the wall like a battering-ram.
         The Shadow whirled round. 'What is this?'
         'My apologies, Master.'
         'Vou mechanical idiot—'
         'There is an intruder here.'
         The Shadow turned and saw Merak his hood thrown back, standing beside
Romana.. 'He is of no account. Where is the Doctor?'
         'The Doctor and Drax have been eliminated.'
         'Good! These two shall live—just long enough to witness my final triumph. Guard
them!'
         'Master!'
         The Shadow reached out his bony hands and plucked the sixth segment from the
air. Reverently he carried it over to the plinth in one hand, and took the Key to Time in the
other.
         'Now Master,' said K9 softly.
         The panel in his side slid back and a tiny Doctor and a tiny Drax jumped out.
         Romana was watching the Shadow in horror. 'If you destroy the time loop millions
will die. ..'
         The Shadow chuckled. 'A small beginning...'
         The Doctor whispered. 'Reverse the stabiliser, Drax—now!'
         Drax fired, the Doctor's body was bathed in light and he began to grow...
         Instantly Drax turned the gun on himself and fired again...
         The reversal was so rapid that the Doctor and Drax seemed to appear by magic;
The Doctor sprang forward, snatched the Key to Time and the sixth segment from the
Shadow's hands, and headed for the door. 'Quick, all of you, back to the TARDIS.'
         The Doctor was gone, Romana haring after him, Merak and Drax close behind.
         'You fools,' shrieked the Shadow. 'None can resist the power of darkness!' The
Doctor and his friends were gone.
         When they reached the tunnel that held the TARDIS, pursuing mutes were already
close behind them.
         'You and Romana go on, Doctor,' shouted Drax.
         'Me and K9 will hold them off here.'
         'How will you get out?'
         'Transmat shaft.. Now get going. I'll meet you in the computer room on Zeos! I
know how to switch it off—I built in a fail-safe!'
         The Doctor and Romana and Merak ran on.
         K9 and Drax waited in ambush, meeting the pursuing mutes with a roar of blaster
fire. The leaders fell, but there were more behind...
         The Doctor ran on down the tunnel and into the room, opened the TARDIS door
and ushered Romana inside.
         Merak hung back. 'I'm staying here, Doctor. I can help Drax and K9!' He turned and
ran back down the tunnel.
        The Doctor darted inside the TARDIS. A few minutes later there was a wheezing
groaning sound and the TARDIS faded away.
        Reverently the Doctor put the Key to Time back on its stand. Romana watched him,
sadness in her face. 'We're murderers Doctor, do you realise?'
        'It wasn't our idea to use the Royal House of Atrios as carriers of the sixth segment.'
        'What happened to Astra was our fault. We're pawns, Doctor, being used to do the
Guardian's dirty work.'
        'I don't like it either—but it's done now. Set the co-ordinates for Zeos will you?'
        'Is that all you can say,' said Romana bitterly. She looked at the sixth segment in
the Doctor's hands. 'Astra was a living being once—now she's just a—component. No
power should have the right to do that to people—not even a Guardian!'
        'Romana, if we don't get to Zeos millions more people will die—and we really will be
responsible. Have you forgotten the time loop?'
        Romana hurried to the console. 'It must be down to the last second! Can't you put
the new segment in?'
        'The final assembly is a tricky job-there just isn't time. Zeos, Romana! We've got to
switch off that computer.'

       Thanks to Romana's skilful navigation, the TARDIS soon materialised in the
computer room itself. The countdown clock was still repeating its endless sequence-but by
now the sequence read 3, 2, 1... 3, 2, 1... 3, 2, 1... The time loop had shrunk to a few
seconds.
       Brandishing a pair of cutters from the TARDIS tool kit, the Doctor dashed across
the room and buried his head inside the shattered pyramid.
       Romana looked on anxiously.
       Suddenly Drax shot into the room and skidded to a halt. He looked at the ruined
pyramid and shook his head disapprovingly 'Here, what a mess?'
       The Doctor popped his head out of the pyramid and yanked out two loops of cable,
one red, one blue.
       'Drax, don't just stand there! Which is the fail-safe? Is it one of these two?'
       'Green!' yelled Drax. 'Cut the green.' He scratched his head. 'Hang on a minute, it
might be the blue... No, it's the green!'
       The Doctor cut the blue.
       The digital clock counted 2, 1, 0 ...
       'I told you it was green!' yelled Drax.
       Romana braced herself for the explosion.
       Nothing happened.
       Beaming the Doctor re-appeared from inside the pyramid. Drax gave him a
reproachful look. 'Didn't have to make such a mess of it, did you?'
       'Well, without your valuable help... You took your time getting here didn't you? What
happened?'
       'Young Merak copped a head-graze from a blaster. We had to carry him. Slowed us
down didn't it?'
       'How is he?'
       'He'll live. K9's looking after him outside.'
       Suddenly Romana said, 'Doctor, what about the Marshal?'
       'The Marshal?' said the Doctor. 'Good grief, the Marshall Quick everyone, into the
TARDIS!'
        They dashed inside and the Doctor hurried to the console. 'What about Merak and
K9, Doctor?' said Romana.
        The Doctor ignored her. To Romana's surprise he made no attempt to take off but
went to a seldom used section of the many-sided control console. He made a number of
fine adjustments and threw a main switch... 'There, that ought to do it...'

        'Fire!' shouted the Marshal.
        The pilot's finger pressed the button just as the time-loop snapped. The rockets
ignited and the deadly missiles streaked away from the ship.
        The Marshal leaned back smiling. 'The moment of victory. Any second now my
beautiful mushrooms will blossom and burst.
        He leaned forward to stare out of the viewing port, and gave a gasp of
astonishment. 'No, no!' he shrieked. 'It's the wrong target!'
        The rockets struck—and the black asteroid, the Shadow's Planet of Evil,
disintegrated into one enormous fireball.

         In the limbo between the dimensions the wraith-like form of the Shadow hovered,
dying. 'I have failed,' he whispered. 'The Doctor has the Key to Time. His task is
accomplished.'
         As his life ebbed away, the Shadow heard a deep, scornful voice.
         'You whimpering wraith, your death, is encompassed in my designs. Now the
Doctor shall release the Key to me, and chaos break upon the universe!'
         With a last scream of rage and despair, the Shadow faded into nothingness.

         The last flaming fragments of the Planet of Evil faded from the screen of the
TARDIS scanner.
         'Good shot, sir,' said the Doctor softly.
         Romana stared at him. 'But Doctor, he hit the asteroid. He was aiming at Zeos!
What did you do?'
         'Oh, nothing really,' said the Doctor airily. 'Merely set up a deflective forcefield
between the Marshal and Zeos. It bounced the missiles smack onto the asteroid.'
         'Oh is that all? I thought you'd done something clever!'
         'You might have told us,' said Drax reproachfully. 'We was expecting to get blasted
into infinity.'
         K9 appeared in the doorway. 'Affirmative!'
         'Sorry about that—' The Doctor checked himself.
         'What am I apologising for, I've just saved all your lives. Can I drop you anywhere,
Drax?'
         'No thanks. Think I'll take young Merak back to Atrios on the transmat. I've got a
contract job on down there. Reconstruction, war damage and all that. Me and the Marshal.'
         'You and the Marshal?' said Romana incredulously.
         Drax nodded. 'Well, he'll be out of a job now, so I thought I might take him on!'
         'When did you arrange all this?'
         Drax grinned cheekily. 'About half an hour from now, I reckon!' He cast a brief
envious glance at the Key to Time. 'If you ever want to get rid of that, Doctor, I'll make you
a good offer !'
         The Doctor smiled. 'I'll let you know! Goodbye, Drax.'
         'Bye, bye all. Remember me to Gallifrey!'
         'With a cheery wave the little man disappeared, and the Doctor closed the TARDIS
doors behind him.
         Some considerable time later, Romana and K9 watched in reverent silence, as the
Doctor completed the final assembly of the Key to Time. Working with immense
concentration he had removed the decaying chronodyne crystal, replaced it with the real
sixth segment and sealed and locked the whole together with the Tracer.
         Now the work was complete and the Doctor placed the Key of Time on its pedestal.
         He stared at it, his face rapt. 'There it is at last. The Key to Time!'
         Romana looked uneasily at him. 'Hadn't we better be setting a course for Gallifrey,
Doctor?'
         'Gallifrey?' said the Doctor absently. 'Why Gallifrey?'
         'That's' where we're going isn't it? To give them the Key?'
         'I don't think so.' The Doctor turned towards her.
         'Do you realise, Romana, I have the power to do anything now, anything at all?
Absolute power over every particle of the universe, as of this moment? Are you listening,
Romana?'
         'Yes, of course, Doctor.'
         There was sudden menace in the Doctor's voice.
         'Because if you're not, I can make you listen. I can do anything. As of this moment,
there is no such thing as free will. There is only one will in the universe—mine! Because I
have the Key to Time!'
         Romana backed away. 'Doctor, are you all right?'
         'What?' The Doctor shuddered and seemed to control himself with a mighty effort.
Then he said gently, 'Yes, I'm all right, but supposing I wasn't? The way this thing makes
me feel... Well, I should be very worried if I was somebody else feeling like that? Do you
understand?'
         'Yes, Doctor, I understand. The sooner we hand that Key over to the Guardian the
better!'
         Suddenly the shutters of the TARDIS scanner screen opened of their own accord.
A white robed, white bearded figure appeared on the screen. There was a benign smile on
the wise old face.
         'My congratulations, Doctor.'
         Th Doctor bowed. 'Thank you, sir.'
         'You have accomplished your task with admirable despatch. The universe has
much to thank you for.'
         'It was a pleasure, sir. Wasn't it, Romana?'
         Romana was looking at the face in puzzlement.
         'Doctor, that's not the President?'
         'I can assume any shape ot form I choose,' said the Guardian soothingly. 'I
appeared to you in the shape of your President at the beginning of your quest, so as not to
alarm you.'
         'Remember who you're talking to, Romana,' said the Doctor reprovingly. 'I told you
he wasn't just the President.'
         'Sorry, Doctor.'
         There was a tinge of impatience in the Guardian's voice. 'Since you now have the
Key to Time, Doctor—'
         'I have indeed,' interrupted the Doctor. He pointed to the great glowing crystal on its
pedestal. 'Do you like it, sir?'
         The Guardian smiled. 'Yes, Doctor, I think you could say I liked it!'
         'We're terribly proud of it, aren't we Romana? What happens now, sir? You said at
our first meeting that if. the Key was assembled for a moment the Universe would stop,
and you could restore the natural balance of good and evil throughout creation?'
         The Guardian was definitely impatient now. 'Yes, Doctor, that is correct! Will you
kindly release the Key into my keeping so that I may do so?'
         The Doctor turned towards the Key. 'Key to Time, I command you—May I ask a
question, sir?'
         'Well, Doctor?'
         'The Key to Time is already assembled, isn't it? Surely you can redress the balance
now anyway?'
         'Doctor I must have the Key—for safe keeping. It is awesomely powerful.'
         'And mustn't fall into the wrong hands?' The Doctor nodded. 'Quite so! Key to
Time—' He interrupted himself again. 'And what about the sixth segment, sir? You know it
was an actual person the Princess Astra? If the Key is maintained in its present shape she
will be imprisoned forever.'
         'That is regrettable, of course, Doctor. But with the fate of the universe at risk,
individuals become unimportant.'
         'I suppose you're right, sir. Key to Time, I command you—to stay exactly where you
are and obey only me!' The Doctor sprang to the TARDIS console, and flicked a whole
battery of switches.
         'Why have you activated the TARDIS defences?' thundered the Guardian.
         'Can't be too careful, sir, can we? It would be a terrible tragedy for the Universe if. I
turned out to be colour blind—unable to tell the White Guardian from the Black I '
         Romana clutched his arm. 'What do you mean, Doctor?'
         He pointed to the scanner. 'Look at him!'
         The face on the screen darkened, twisted, changed to a leering scowling demon,
gibbering with rage.
         'Don't you see?' said the Doctor. 'The White Guardian would never have such a
callous disregard for human life. Nor would he want the Key to Time for himself.'
         'Of course not,' said Romana slowly. 'He'd have used the Key and then dispersed it
again, brought Princess Astra back to life.'
         'Exactly. The Key's been re-assembled for some little time now. I imagine the real
White Guardian has had all the time he needs.'
         The evil figure on the screen shrieked, 'Doctor, you will die for this!'
         The Doctor laughed. 'I think not. The Key to Time is still mine, remember. Rage all
you like!'
         'I will destroy you, Doctor,' hissed the malevolent voice. 'I will hurl every particle of
your being to the furthest reaches of infinity!'
         'I wish I could stay to chat,' said the Doctor cheerfully. 'Still, you know how it is.
Places to go, people to see, things to do ...Romana?'
         'Yes, Doctor.'
         'Stand by at the console. When I give the word—dematerialise!'
         Romana hurried to the console and the Doctor went over to the pedestal.
         He stood for a moment staring into the heart of the glowing crystal. 'Key to Time, I
command you I when the TARDIS dematerialises, you will dis-assemble and scatter to the
far corners of the cosmos.' The Doctor paused. 'All except the Princess Astra of course,
she'd better go back to Atrios, and Merak. Ready, Romana?'
         'Yes, Doctor!'
         'Dematerialise!'
        The TARDIS vanished, and for a moment the Key to Time hung glowing in space.
Then it fragmented, five crystals disappearing into infinity, the sixth speeding towards
Atrios—where Merak, dazed and wounded, awoke to find Princess Astra standing beside
his hospital bed. He thought he was dreaming—until she leaned down and kissed him.

         Some time later, with the TARDIS suspended somewhere in the space/time
continuum, the Doctor looked up from the centre console.
         'You've got to admit it, Romana, I do think of everything. Come and see!'
         A small black box had been built into the centre of the console. Its top was studded
with rows of flashing lights, and there was a handle on the side.
         'What is it, Doctor?'
         'It's called a randomiser.'
         'I see. And where are we going now?'
         'I've absolutely no idea,' said the Doctor proudly. 'That's the whole point, you see!'
         'Doctor you have absolutely no sense of responsibility. You're capricious, arrogant,
self-satisfied, irrational—and you don't even know where we're going!'
         'Exactly! You see, if I know where we're going, the Black Guardian could know too.
Hence the randomiser.'
         'What does it do?'
         'I've fitted it to the guidance system. It works on a very complex scientific principle
known as pot luck. Now no one will know where we're going.' The Doctor pulled the
handle, and lights on the box began flashing in a random sequence. 'Not even the Black
Guardian.'
         Romana looked at the flashing box, wondering what new advetitures lay ahead of
them. 'That's right, Doctor. Now no-one knows where we're going—not even us!'