A DEVICE OF DEATH AN ORIGINAL NOVEL FEATURING THE FOURTH DOCTOR, SARAH JANE SMITH AND HARRY SULLIVAN ‘AS A MEMBER OF AN INFERIOR RACE, YOU EITHER WORK TO SERVE THE CAUSE OF AVERON, OR DIE.’ Sarah is marooned on a slave world where the only escape is death Harry is caught in the middle of an interplanetary invasion, and has to combine medicine with a desperate mission And the Doctor lands on a world so secret it does not even have a name Why have the TARDIS crew been scattered across the stars? What terrible accident could have wiped the Doctor’s memory? And what could interest the Time Lords in this war-torn sector of space? At the heart of a star-spanning conspiracy lies an ancient quest: people have been making weapons since the dawn of time – but perhaps someone has finally discovered the ultimate device of death This adventure takes place between the television stories GENESIS OF THE DALEKS and REVENGE OF THE CYBERMEN Christopher Bulis has written five previous Doctor Who books, including the highly acclaimed The Sorcerer’s Apprentice ISBN 426 20501 A DEVICE OF DEATH Christopher Bulis First published in Great Britain in 1997 by Doctor Who Books an imprint of Virgin Publishing Ltd 332 Ladbroke Grove London W10 5AH Copyright © Christopher Bulis 1997 The right of Christopher Bulis to be identified as the Author of this Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 ‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation 1997 ISBN 426 20501 Cover illustration by Alister Pearson Typeset by Galleon Typesetting, Ipswich Printed and bound in Great Britain by Mackays of Chatham PLC All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher's prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser Contents Prologue – Timequake – Trooper – Deepcity – Malf – Stranger - War Zone - Work or Die! - Guided Tour - Special Guest – Courage 10 - Unorthodox Methods 11 - Eccentric Behaviour 12 – Encounters 13 – Escape 14 - The Guardians of Averon 15 – Pentatholene 16 – Max 17 - Alarms and Excursions 18 – Infiltration 19 – Execution 20 - Special Announcement 21 - Death in the Valley 22 - Out of Time 23 – Doubt 24 – Proof 25 - The Mogul of Tralsammavar 26 - ‘People of Deepcity ’ 27 - A Device of Death 28 - Mission Accomplished Dedication To my Mother — A story about her favourite Doctor Prologue Timequake T ime cracked down the middle Opposing realities ground together like shifting continental plates The probability rift ran through the ages, widening and branching, forming myriad tendrils that insinuated themselves into the timelines of a dozen galaxies, threatening to unravel the tapestry of the past, to turn tomorrow on its head and make fiction out of a trillion history texts as it passed Which was exactly what they expected would happen The score or so temporal engineers and causality monitors seated at their consoles in the Parachronistic Chamber, buried deep under the Capitol of Gallifrey, continued with their assigned tasks unperturbed It would have been unseemly to show any signs of doubt or apprehension, even in the shadow of the vast forces that had just been unleashed After all they were Time Lords They had learnt to master such crises before half the civilizations in the galaxy had invented the wheel Brastall, Senior Monitor and Cardinal of the Arcalian Chapter, studied the great fifth-dimensional hyperglobe display that in the centre of the chamber It showed the rift, colour-coded a particularly intense scarlet, spreading into futurity like spilled blood ‘Magnitude?’ he enquired mildly ‘Four point six on the Rassilon scale, your Grace,’ came the steady reply ‘Within projected parameters.’ ‘Initiate dampening sequence delta three.’ Hands moved rapidly across the controls, releasing the total power of disintegrating matter from the depths of a collapsed star Invisible time fields arrayed in hyperspace about the space-time coordinates of the planet Skaro contracted Chronic resonance dampers slammed into place Time dams and tachyon mirrors controlled and redirected the flow as the probability bow wave washed out into the universe, diluting and slowing the change to manageable proportions In the depths of the globe the scarlet tide began to thin and disperse as reality absorbed the surge and closed in on itself once more to form a stable, if slightly modified, configuration On a thousand worlds the Dalek wars would become a fading memory, then a myth, then nothing They would never have occurred ‘Temporal flux diminishing,’ a monitor announced ‘Damping now at eighty-seven per cent and rising.’ Brastall sat back in his chair and allowed a slight smile of satisfaction to cross his lips You not attempt to deflect the destiny of an entire race without being prepared to manage the consequences, of both success or failure, for those their malign influence had affected It was just a pity they had only partially succeeded Due to the efforts of their agent and his companions the expansion of the Dalek empire had been delayed, but not halted Perhaps a thousand worlds had been saved for now, but it should have been millions It was a poor workman who blamed his tools of course, but he couldn’t help wondering if the Doctor had been the right choice, despite his past experience of the Daleks A Prydonian after all, and hardly an outstanding one at that More of a troublemaker than anything else from his record, even if he did seem to have a knack of associating with primitive races Still, the decision to use him had been made by the High Council, and it was Brastall’s duty to carry out their wishes despite any personal reservations ‘Monitor Taxos,’ Brastall said, ‘have you a fix on the Time Ring?’ ‘Yes, your Grace On screen.’ A green trace like a tiny comet appeared within the globe, its head pointing away from Skaro and towards the future ‘Replacement TT capsule programmed and awaiting dispatch.’ ‘Begin rendezvous sequence.’ Taxos bent over his controls and Brastall smiled again They were not finished with the Doctor yet The first monitor continued his count The red threads had almost vanished from the display ‘Damping now at ninetynine point seven eight per cent point eight three point eight eight and holding.’ Brastall frowned ‘Holding? The counter damping must be total.’ The monitor spoke again, a slight edge to his words ‘Your Grace, one energy filament has escaped the containment fields and is folding in on itself It’s forming loose vortex – scale seven.’ ‘Display location and trajectory.’ The globe showed the new vortex picked out by a halo of pulsing blue light Even as Brastall watched it converged with the green comet, the only other moving trace in the globe ‘It’s following the Time Ring’s artron trail,’ said Taxos The two traces merged and sparkled Then the red was gone, leaving only the green now motionless and flickering unsteadily ‘Vortex energy absorbed Damping now one hundred per cent,’ the first monitor said quietly ‘And the Ring?’ Brastall demanded ‘Projected time path disrupted.’ Taxos scanned his instruments anxiously ‘They will materialize short of planned coordinates.’ In the globe the green spot of light broke into three ‘The Time Ring is overloading Fail-safe has come into operation Dividing to bleed off excess energy Two ring pseudo-elements and passengers now materializing Estimated eighty-five and fifty-one per cent chance of survival, respectively Losing prime element Estimated survival factor three per cent and falling.’ ‘Reprogram the replacement capsule Set discrimination for homing in on the Doctor’s time trace.’ Taxos’s hands flew over the controls ‘Capsule dispatched.’ He turned a concerned face to Brastall ‘But, Your Grace, what about the Doctor’s companions?’ ‘The Doctor’s safety must take priority for the moment.’ Brastall sighed heavily ‘I believe humans place great store in ... you have to admit it has a certain style.’ Stranger I t was almost a day and a half before Kambril called the specialist scientists in A rumour had already spread through the complex, via that.. .A DEVICE OF DEATH AN ORIGINAL NOVEL FEATURING THE FOURTH DOCTOR, SARAH JANE SMITH AND HARRY SULLIVAN ‘AS A MEMBER OF AN INFERIOR RACE, YOU EITHER WORK TO SERVE THE CAUSE OF AVERON, OR... facility The pod contained a single occupant who is still receiving medical treatment Though human in outward appearance, examinations have revealed he is either a mutant or an alien of a race