Rory was with the Doctor, out enjoying the sun on the planet Lunar Bros 1, when Amy came running from beyond them in the far off green and pleasant landscape, being chased by something wild.
The Doctor, whilst dressed in shorts, and a T-shirt, and sun glasses, quickly left his seat, jumping to his feet ready for action, and pulling a reluctant Rory up alongside him.
'What?' yelled Rory, as he was yanked from his sun bathing, his paper instantly coming free in his loose grip, and was now riled. 'What's going on, Doctor?' he asked, though he wasn't receiving any immediate answers.
'Oh, it's Amy, Rory, she appear to be in danger, and I'm afraid, but brave enough to tell you that this little holiday's now over…' and he ran forward, to meet the screaming Amy half way toward the TARDIS.
'Doctor….' She screamed, with a strange looking turkey bird, only with three heads, on the rampage behind her.
'What did you do to it?' the Doctor asked her, taking her in his arms, for a short hug, much to Rory's straight and narrow facial features, watching their every move together.
After a moment or two, they released their grip on one another, and the Doctor took Amy's hand, heading back toward Rory and the TARDIS.
'I promise Doctor, I did absolutely nothing, well…perhaps something, but nothing innocent,' she said, being propelled into the blue box by the Doctor's forceful nature. Rory was shoved in next, and then the Doctor, leaving his deck chairs behind to face the three headed turkey with a grudge alone.
Inside the TARDIS, the occupants were breathing heavily.
'Nothing Innocent?' the Doctor pondered aloud. He roamed the console, crept down the steps and underneath the central column, starring up at the young, beautiful companion.
'I meant to say nothing…something or other, but I can't say guilty, so nothing 'bad bad',' she insisted.
The Doctor ran back up to the main console floor, appearing at Amy's side.
"What does that mean?" he asked, and then snooped back around the console, flicking switches, setting some co-ordinates, passing the time.
Amy just trailed off, whilst Rory just kicked off his trainers, and found a comfy spot on the console to lean on. He was starring at her, a blank face as per usual, but he seemed let down.
Amy turned her attention from the Doctor to her loved one, and leaned on the console beside him. 'Mad at me?' she asked, much to Rory's delight, thou little humour truly showing on his face.
‘Well,’ he said, taking the thought in. ‘I was actually beginning to think that, once, just this once, we weren't going to become attached to some monster or other, like we always do. I was having fun back there, sunbathing, reading the paper. You know how long it's been since I've read the paper? Let alone the Leadworth Times.’
‘But Rory,’ pestered Amy. ‘You often read the paper back home, I know however there's no sunshine in Leadworth, in which I can't apologise enough…’ and both laughed at once.
‘I know,’ Rory added. ‘Only, It seems forever in here, there's no mention of the time on the watch on our wrists, and it's as if, knowing that this is a time machine, we fail to enjoy the time we have together…’ Rory and Amy exchanged a long romantic flirt, before both kissed ahead of the Doctor, who simply leaned across the console behind them, starring at them happily.
Amy pulled back, and turned to the Doctor. Cheekily, she said – ‘Wanna take a photo, it'll last longer,’ and she saw the Doctor roll his eyes, before turning away, and she pushed herself forward, to kiss Rory on the lips once more, until the Doctor announced they had arrived.
‘Oh where, I wonder?’ yelled the Doctor, patting the console softly and ran towards the exit.
‘Earth, Egypt, Rome?’ queried Amy, as she and Rory skipped, excitedly, hand in hand from out of the blue box into a cave full of dead bodies behind the Doctor.
The Doctor was crouched behind a cone shaped rock, watching beyond as creatures grey and old ran with blazing guns, shooting gold dust around the corner from where the Doctor could not see beyond. ‘Quickly,’ he called the, gesturing with his hand for the bewildered Amy and Rory to join him at his side. ‘Come here,’ he yelled.
They both quickly moved to the safety of his side as he had asked, and they all hid behind the rocks watching little 'old men' or so they appeared to be in the eyes of Amy and Rory. Then, what was made apparent to the Doctor, was that from beyond the cave they were in, appeared an old and dreary looking Cyberman. Its silver suit and helmet blazing sparks as ammunition was fired from out of a socket in its head. Then, as another creature ran forward, the Cyberman gunned it down, and then another Cyberman joined the other at its side.
The Doctor starred on in horror. He knew where he was, and knew the creatures falling under heavy fire. ‘Voga,’ he said, turning to his friends.
‘Pardon?’ asked Rory, in his strange and rather frightened manner.
‘The planet, dopey. Well I think he means the planet." said Amy
‘That's right,’ said the Doctor, turning back to look beyond the bodies at the approaching Cyber menace.
Amy wondered what they were, to her, they looked slightly odd. ‘Who are the 'silver weirdoes' ahead?’ she asked, sounding bold and rather loud, as if wanting to bring the Cyber threat upon them also.
‘They're known as Cybermen, and these appear to be an old scout force, who are obviously hoping to win a planet they wanted to destroy centuries ago, but why hope to destroy Voga again? I don't get any of this, unless…I'm here somewhere, alongside Sarah Jane and Harry, or…". His voice tailed off trying to remember past events.
‘Sarah Jane who?’ wondered Amy, amidst the attack and loud gun shots ringing in her ears.
‘Never mind...a friend..’ said the Doctor, watching as the Cybermen disappeared down a stray tunnel. ‘What I advise is…you and Rory,’ and now he was giving instructions to Amy, ‘bundle back inside the TARDIS,’ he said, sharply, ‘And I will go on ahead, see what's going on here, and try and put an end to this battle that I can only see one side winning...and that will most certainly be the Cybermen.’
‘Doctor, no,’ replied Amy. ‘We're coming along with you!’
Rory sighed, a long and meaningful sigh. ‘Must we?’ he asked Amy, ‘Can’t we just do what the Doctor asks us to do for a change?’ but Amy looked at him with a stern look and instantly knew what Amy was thinking. The Doctor looked down at them both. Still, he was alert and at the ready, whilst standing to attention.
‘Yes,’ stated Amy. ‘Now come on, let's get going,’ she declared, before she was shushed by the Doctor, and told to keep close behind him, as they stepped over the bodies of the dead and wounded, toward a clear passage and deeper into the cave system.
~~~
In and amongst the body count, Montrose lurked far from home in a cave he had never wandered into before. The cave itself was dark like most of the cave system, and the walls seemed to squash inwards, whilst he slowly pushed forth, onwards and upwards, sensing that he was still in danger. Pushing the thought of the Cybermen behind him, he reached for an old picture slotted beneath his head dress. Pulling it free and staring blankly at the photo, a tear ran down his old, grey cheek. The photo was of his son, a son he knew he would never see again.
‘Octavian…my child,’ he mumbled, his lips so zipped together he couldn't get a word out. He was too emotional to get his head around the fact that soon, he was going to die. He clutched the picture hard in his fist, that then let it rest by his side, as he marched on through the gloomy cave. He suddenly heard something ahead stamp its foot. He stopped, still, holding his breath. Through the darkness, there seemed to be a glow. Whatever it was, starring back through the dark at Montrose was of the same build and height, the glow clearly shining through its eyes.
‘Here we go…’ Montrose whispered quietly to himself, preparing for his ultimate down fall. He stepped forward, even closer towards the 'being' ahead. ‘You've tracked me down!’ he yelled, his voice hurting in his struggle to get further away from the chaos, only to meet his death in the very end.
For a moment, there was no response, and the glow suddenly faded away, as if magically, or perhaps to scare Montrose further. Montrose however, was not the sort of Vogan, forced into a corner to be preyed upon by any evil.
‘I hate you!’ he carried on shouting. ‘We hate you! I hate what I have done, and indeed you've come to finish me off, get justice and I accept.’ He continued, his voice giving way to emotion as he spoke. ‘Because it is my time to die, for all I have committed, as an act of selfishness, and now my people are dying, and I am to blame. So, strike me down, but know this…" he paused, readying himself for the anger of the creature approaching him: A Cyberman. ‘You too will fall, and so will your ridiculously stupid Cyber ways!’
At that moment, the creature shot from out of the dark, its arms in full attack mode, heading toward Montrose's neck, and then tightened around his jugular. The Cyberman hammered the Vogan to the ground, striking his head several times, whilst Montrose tried to fight back at the might of the Cyberman. But it was a hopeless attempt to do anything in response to what Montrose knew would be his last day on Voga.
‘You have betrayed your species Vogan!’ the Cyber Unit growled. ‘You have aided the Cyber cause, and will be known forever known as the Vogan who brought destruction down upon Voga. We only aided your foolish desires, and now Vogan, it is time for you to die!’
The Cyberman hit the Vogan a second time, this time with such a powerful force that Montrose fell unconscious, breathing heavily, until tears ran his eyes, and blood drained from his sides. His breathing slowed, and he was dead. The Cyberman stood mighty and victorious above him, and then moved on, through the tunnel
~~~
The whole of Voga was in a struggle to support the planet on the basis of a mighty Cyber Invasion. Flames and Cyber fire struck innocent Vogans as they brushed through the city among the return of a myth, a legend, and an evil tale of an event having come back to haunt the next generation.
Octavian was awakening in his bed, having heard screams from neighbours, and shouts from the military. He nudged his bedcover off his bed, getting changed to leave his home in haste. Then, he saw something terrible, something all too mystifying and upsetting. His mother, Sigrete, was lying at the very top of the stair case, in a pool of her own blood, which dripped from the wound in her side.
‘NO!’ yelled the young Vogan, now lost without his mother at his side. He looked beyond his mother's body, he saw the culprit, the creature from the records, the stories. All the evil stories!
‘Human child detected, located beyond staircase…’cried a voice, it's metallic tone all too much now in Octavian's head.
He looked for words of no comfort, of which he couldn't bring himself to say. It wasn't in his nature, as he saw the creature following him up the staircase.
‘I've got to get out of here,’ he thought, quickly, but he didn't want to leave his mother's side. Was this the last he'd see of her, if he were to leave her now? It would have to be, because he had to get out, head through the night and find his father, of whom he knew had to be around somewhere, ‘he just had to be,’ he thought. He was his only hope.
He ran back into his sleeping quarter, toward a window which looked out into another much larger cave where other Vogans lived. He reckoned was his only means of escape from the Cyberman. He held the round window open and squeezed through, jumping free from his room, and falling into the cave below. As he quickly got up, he began to ran, starring momentarily back, as his room exploded into a ball of fire, with a loud and petrifying explosion filling his ears.
He wiped the sweat from his brow and the tears from his eyes, and gulping hard, he headed off as far from the flames as he could get. ‘Goodbye, Mother,’ he whispered, as he ran deeper into the cave system.
Octavian ran ahead of the flames trailing behind him, the heat hot on his red raw back, his clothes now ripped and heavily torn. He wondered why the Cybermen would ever return to Voga? What was it they wanted from his home world, his birth place, his mother and father, family, and friends? Still, ahead of him, he heard cries for help. Then, the cries would turn to silence as the Vogans were killed one by one, left to turn to gold dust, to join their ancestors.
'Humph…' puffed Octavian, as he ran through a tunnel and out the other end, before bumping into a man, of whom he said was a Doctor and now to worry.
"Who are you?" demanded Octavian, taken aback at the sight of any human on Voga.
'As I said, I'm a Doctor, the Doctor, one and the same really. This wonderful woman beside me is known as Amy, and this gentleman at my right side is Rory. We're pleased to meet you, but we would like to know your name?'
The small Vogan boy approached the three humans a little closer. He whispered, 'Octavian,'
'Oh wonderful, what a lovely name!' exclaimed the Doctor.
'Excuse him,' butted in Amy. 'He forgets there're people dying…'
The Doctor had, as Amy had put it, half forgotten, but then added that he was sorry, and carried on. 'Where's your family Octavian?' the Doctor asked, in a reassuring tone.
'Without sounding hurt, he replied, 'My mother's dead, her body is now dust in the burnt remains of our home,' he said, in a low, but understanding voice, given the circumstances.
'And your father?' asked Rory, doing his best to get-in-there, raising a voice of concern.
'I don't know,' Octavian quietly answered, tears welled in his eyes, as Amy shot Rory a harsh glance as Octavian could hold the tears back no longer.