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The Mercury Room Chronicles- Generations- Chapter09

The Mercury Room Chronicles- Generations- Chapter09

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CHAPTER NINEMOVING ON
‘…And that is why,’ The Third Manager said as he emerged from the doorway with asmug expression. ‘You don’t send an idiot cowboy with a foam finger to challenge themight of Nigel Martin.’  There were stifled cheers and nods of agreement from The Managers as the Thirdincarnation collected a crystal from the awaiting Raljex and disappeared with a crackle of energy.‘Hmmm, I had my doubts about that yellow Hippo from the get-go,’ The Sixth Dr. saidsolemnly to his team mates. ‘Trust Eleven to go all over optimistic at a time like this.’ ‘I can’t fault his reason,’ The Third Dr. replied. ‘Though his appraisal of the facts couldhave been better.’ ‘Yeah, and he should have thought about it more as well,’ The Tenth Dr. nodded,finishing off a large bottle of beer.‘I really do wonder sometimes how I survived to be me,’ The Thirteenth Dr. whisperedquietly to the fourth.‘ 
Well now
,’ Raljex said, folding his arms. ‘ 
The Manager finally joins the game
.’ ‘I said it all along, The Dr. was merely enjoying a brief spell of beginner’s luck,’ TheEighth Manager smirked.‘Is that a fact?’ The Eighth Dr. retorted, narrowing his eyes, his mass of curly black hairbillowing in the breeze. ‘Want to put your money where your mouth is?’ ‘My dear, simple Dr.,’ The Eighth Manager cooed, squaring up to the smaller, thinnerman. ‘I would crush you at any contest, you are simply no match for me.’ ‘Well then, what’s say you and I go the next round?’ The Eighth Dr. snapped. ‘Eight oneight.’ ‘I’ll beat you like a public schoolboy,’ The Eighth Manager sneered dangerously.‘Wanna bet?’ The Eighth Dr. said, his eyes widening. The Manager frowned and sighed. ‘You do realize what the purpose of this contestis, don’t you? You simpleton.’ ‘Hey, dude,’ The Tenth Dr. whispered casually to Eighth, all the while sipping from hishipflask. ‘You might want to think twice before rilin’ him up.’ ‘I’m not scared of him!’ The Eighth Dr. protested.‘Not my point,’ Tenth replied. ‘Only issue is, that if you’re pitting yourself against him,and it’s my recollection that the pudgy bastard gets the next pick of game. Now it’s fairlycommon knowledge that you ‘ain’t exactly got all your cylinders firing all at once, thatsays to me that should Nigel choose the path of a Mental challenge, well then, that’s acrystal we may as well as just hand to them.’ ‘Wow,’ The Ninth Dr. cut in, folding his arms at Tenth. ‘I always thought you werenothing more than a crazy drunk. I had no idea there was still brains in theresomewhere.’ ‘Somewhere,’ The Tenth Dr. nodded, taking another long drink from his flask. ‘But withany luck, not for much longer.’ ‘You’re an embarrassment to us all,’ The Twelfth Dr. growled quietly to himself at theedge of his incarnations.‘We can’t all have sticks up our arses,’ The Fourth, Allucian Dr. commented.‘On the note that The Dr.’s have just been discussing,The Eighth Manager saidvenomously. ‘I would like to pick the next challenge, as is my right after our incarnation won the last game.’ ‘ 
Patience
,’ Raljex’s ethereal form said slowly, his head turning towards the sun set that was filling the horizon. ‘ 
We have used up our time here in the Aztec Zone; it is timewe moved on to our second destination
.’ ‘Oh, joy,’ The Fourth Manager puffed. ‘And just what fresh hell are we to be treated tonext? Sugar Puff world? The land of the dancing pink unicorns?’ ‘Oh, better than that,’ The Sixth Dr. said, ruffling his own purple hair.
 
‘Dare I dream?’ The Fourth Manager scowled. ‘Lumber world?’ ‘ 
All will be revealed in due course
,’ Raljex said as he stepped through the two groupsand proceeded over to what looked like a large drain that trickled water into a smallstream. ‘ 
Through this tunnel is our next destination
-’ ‘You’re not serious!’ The Sixth Manager declared, looking between the grimy walls of thetunnel and his pristine suit. ‘You’re not suggesting we’re to crawl our way through here?’ ‘I think that’s exactly what he means,’ The Thirteenth Manager snapped, forcing hisincarnations aside and setting off into the tunnel. ‘Show some backbone man, you canbuy a new suit when we’ve won this contest.’ ‘But this suit is from Paris,’ The Sixth Manager sneered. ‘The planet one, not the city one… and I can’t get a new one because I blew it up last month … they tried to chase me upfor missing Library books.’ ‘You sure showed them then,’ The Sixth Dr. said, appearing at The Manager’s elbow.‘That’ll teach ‘em.’ ‘ 
We will have plenty of time for discussion once we reach our second destination
,’ Raljex said in an impatient fashion, standing over the various Video Lords who werecrowding around the tunnel. ‘ 
A little haste would be in order
.’ ‘What’s the rush?’ The Fourth Dr. questioned as he watched the Managers file into thetunnel unappreciatively.‘ 
The rush
,’ Raljex said serenely. ‘ 
Is that this Zone will only last until dark, as I onlyhad need of it for one day. Once the sun disappears, so too will everything you cansee here
.’ ‘I see,’ The Dr. nodded quietly to himself as he leaned around his incarnations to TheManagers who were picking their way carefully along the tunnel. ‘Let’s put a move on itpeople!’ He shouted. ‘No time like the present and all that lot!’ Raljex smiled to himself as the Video Lords filed into the void towards the secondZone. Things were moving on according to plan. Nobody suspected. Nobody would evenconsider what was to occur. But the time was approaching. He knew which of them heneeded. It was just a matter of steering that person into the right game. So far, things were progressing nicely. The one he needed would be manipulated into position easilyenough. It was simply a matter of time. But it had to be done before the complicationsset in. One of them was quickly approaching, the other would occur at the Endgame.Raljex knew it because he had already seen it once before. Once a very long time ago.He was uneasy about what was to come, but he, above all others, knew of itsinevitability. Things could not be changed. Things like time could not be bent or broken,merely observed and experienced.But that was all to come in the future. Now was the present, now he would havesome fun. The Dr. was leading in the preliminary battles by one point. Both The Managerand The Dr. were taking to these trials as though they were the deciding factor of thiscompetition. They did not realize how futile their actions are when compared to the finalbattle between them. Fourth against Thirteenth. Then the fun would really begin. Then Raljex would show them exactly why he was The Supreme Being. Allowing himself a small chuckle, he followed them through thetunnel.He exited, following the last of The Dr.’s and emerged into the interior of a large,ornate-looking ballroom, or rather, what had once been a large, ornate ballroom.‘I’m having a horrible feeling of déjà vu,’ The Fourth Dr. said, turning through three-hundred and sixty degrees, taking in his surroundings.‘You’re not the only one,’ The Third Dr. said, chewing on his lip.‘I knew it!’ The Sixth Dr. said giddily, rushing over to the side of the room and lookingout of a window. He pressed his nose to the glass and watched as a shoal of fish swamby. ‘Ocean Zone,’ he breathed happily.‘Though it’s a little different than I remember,’ The Thirteenth Dr. said, looking aroundthe sunken ship they were standing in. Unlike the one from the television programme,this craft was not in pristine condition. This was an actual sunken ocean liner that had
 
been exposed to the elements of the Ocean itself. The dampness of everything aroundthem and the several surprised sea creatures floundering in small puddles could onlymean that this whole place had been filled with water only moments before their arrival.‘Points for authenticity,’ The Sixth Dr. said over his shoulder from the window, which herealized was actually cracked and broken.Nobody questioned how they were able to breath; they were all men of science andknew that Raljex had constructed a forcefield around the vessel. They were in no danger.At least not from drowning anyway.‘This is giving me the creeps,’ The Third Dr. said, twirling one of his blonde strands of hair between his fingers. ‘Why does this place look so familiar?’ ‘Because,’ The Thirteenth Dr. said with a smile as he examined the room more closely.‘This is The Titanic.’ ‘Again?!’ The Fourth Dr. exclaimed. ‘I’m spending more time here than I did on Betamax.’ ‘Yes, yes, it’s all lovely and decadent and waterlogged,’ The Eighth Manager said with agrumble. ‘Now, can we please get on with the contest? I do believe The Eighth Dr. haschallenged me personally, and I will answer it, with a Mental Game.’ ‘Balls!The Eighth Dr. said, snapping his fingers. ‘I was hoping he wouldn’t choose thatone.’ ‘That’s probably why he chose it,’ The Sixth Dr. tisked.‘ 
A Mental Game
,’ Raljex pondered, beckoning them over to a steel hatchway against thefar wall. ‘ 
I have just the thing for it. Now, this game has no links with Oceanicactivities, but it is more concerned with the correct time period … so that is my justification, I defy anybody to argue against my reasoning.
’ ‘As long as this is actually a Mental game,’ The Eighth Manager cut across him. ‘I see nogrounds for complaint.’ ‘ 
Then everybody is happy
,’ Raljex said with a slight bob of his head.‘I’m not too thrilled,’ The Eighth Dr. said despondently.‘Yes, well, it’s a good job nobody cares about you opinion, Dr.’ The Eighth Managersmiled smugly.‘ 
Six Assistants
,’ Raljex announced after rolling his dice on the conveniently placed side-table.‘Yes, about that too,’ The Eighth Manager said, adjusting his spectacles. ‘This time, couldI actually
be 
assisted?’ Raljex shrugged. ‘ 
You make it difficult, Nigel Martin. The Dr. has uncountableallies who would readily assist him. You lead a secluded life of evil, there are veryfew in the galaxy who would rally to your aid
.’ ‘Then just get me some plebs to hypnotize,’ The Manager retorted.‘ 
That
 
will do you no good in this game, Manager
,’ Raljex replied. ‘ 
This is a game of deduction, cunning and guile. Hypnotized minions will be useless to you
.’ ‘More use than those bloody Cidermen were!’ The Fourth Manager called over them.‘ 
Enough
,’ Raljex said, waving a dismissive hand. ‘ 
I am The Supreme Being, do notchallenge my way of operating. I will find you assistants fitting to this task, NigelMartin, and you, Dr. Though I cannot say whether they will be equally valuable orequally useless. I would not want to be accused of giving The Dr. an unfairadvantage, though, it was you, Manager who wanted to have these games assisted.You brought this difficulty on yourself 
.’ ‘Just start the game,’ The Manager growled.‘ 
As you wish
,’ Raljex said, opening the door to permit them entry. ‘ 
The very best of luckto you both
.’ ‘Wow,’ The Sixth Dr. said to Raljex as he watched the two combatants enter the room. ‘Italmost sounded like you meant that.’ Raljex turned to face the purple-haired Dr. ‘ 
Almost
,’ he said simply. The Eighth Dr. followed his counterpart through the doorway and stepped out intoa finely furnished sitting room. Five people sat around the centre in lush arm chairs andsofas, while another leaned against the hearth, gazing into the fire. Around the room,they were flanked by severe-looking aliens holding weapons.

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