Dancing with Nightmares

[The 11th Doctor]

Be afraid of the dark. Be very, very afraid

The Mining world of Kolitos Orn, The Fandrayy System

Troth-Fallacy-Honda-Globulin-Lithness-Alvatheen grunted as he raised his kiltosteel pick above his head and brought it down again. He was working overtime, and most of the other workers had already left. He and a Traang, a small, three-eyed insectoid species, named Okkil, were the only ones left. As he struck at the rock, he looked over at Okkil. The insectoid's breathing sacs heaved in and out, and his antenna drooped.

A few minutes later, Okkil heaved a large sigh and dropped his pick. The Traang picked up his pick and began putting it into a small pack. Slinging it over one of his four shoulders, Okkil began moving towards the lift. He paused for a second, looking back at Troth.

"You had best come with me. They say it's dangerous to be in these mines alone, Raxacoricofallapatorian."


Troth-Fallacy-Honda-Globulin-Lithness-Alvatheen looked over at Okkil.

"Just give me a couple rells. I'll be right up, Okkil."

The Traang shrugged, and entered the lift. But as he rose up, towards the quadruple suns of Kolitos Orn, he noticed something. something very, very strange.

The Raxacoricofallapatorian had two shadows.

[Oracle]

A legit job she fidgeted in her seat, she was so excited and anxious to get off the ship it was small and she was ready to get off of it. It was the first one in years most of the time she had just lifted what she needed to survive, but when she had heard about this job she felt it was too good to pass up.

When the ship landed she nearly jumped out of her seat and ran for the door, in a blur but reigned herself in. Getting in the line, as the people filled out the door she readjusting her bag and hopped out onto the platform. The air smelled and tasted funny, not ha ha funny just a over synthesised kind of funny “ok never get used to that smell.” she started off to find her job foreman.

[The Fifth Doctor]

At the bottom of the Great Crevasse of Haytue, 400kms of the Raxacoricofallapatorian incident.

"The fool."
It had no face, but you could tell it was angry.
"It revealed us too early, we had enough food here to keep us fed for weeks."
It sighed.
The meat was rotten, he could understand the reason why it went out, but he had done it, he should get the fresh meat more than anyone, but he had taken it, once the plan was executed, they could feast as much as they liked.
But now....
How many of us are there now?
We must be close to a septillion individual life forms now.
And they were getting restless.
"Where is it now?" The Hive Mind asked.
"It has not returned, we believe it may still be terrorizing the miners," a scout said.
The Hive Mind stood up.
"Then I will have to deal with this myself."

((A septillion is a one, following by 24 zeroes.))

[The 11th Doctor]

Christan pushed at his shades, half-blinded under the glare of the four suns of Kolitos Orn, the famed desert world.

For once, his Vortex Manipulator was actually WORKING, and he was visiting this small mining world 500 years ahead of his time for on reason only.

He needed a tan.

All the crazy hijinks and adventures in far-off space were good and well, but even a time traveling Gamma boy from a highly civilized sector of the universe needed some vacation time.

He had chosen his choice of clothes poorly, however. His longcoat only served to make things hotter, and the large fedora he wore kept the shade of somewhat, but he looked like a prop from an Indiana Jones movie. He wore a red T-shirt and shorts beneath the longcoat.

All in all, he looked very strange. Various alien species glanced his way as he walked through the small frontier town of Gotlio. It had been born of mining, and mining was it's life.