The Prison Beneath The Sea - Doctor Who
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randomsushiThe Doctor, Zoe and Jamie arrive on Prison Base Fourteen and are quickly forced to help the inmates escape from their underwater prison.
Zoe fixed her eyes on the scanner and tried to ignore Jamie as he paced the length of the console room. “Any sign of him?” the boy asked for at least the twentieth time.
Zoe gritted her teeth. “Yes, he’s right there and I just didn’t bother to tell you.”
Jamie whirled around and joined her at the scanner controls. “What are ye on about? He’s nae there!”
“I was teasing you,” Zoe muttered.
“Well don’t!” Jamie drummed his fingers on the console. “I dinnae like this. He’s been gone too long.” He walked around the console and pulled the lever to open the doors. “I’m going after him.”
Zoe grabbed him by the arm. “The Doctor said to stay here! Those men are dangerous!”
“And that’s why I’m going,” Jamie said, gently removing himself from her grasp. “If he’s in some sort of trouble, he’ll need my help.”
Zoe bit her lip, then nodded. “OK. But I’m coming with you.”
“No,” Jamie said firmly. “I saw the way those men were looking at ye. You’ll be far safer here. Besides,” he added, “you need t’ stay here in case the Doctor does come back.”
Zoe tried not to look too relieved to be ordered to stay. “All right. But be careful. It wasn’t just me they were looking at, you know!”
Jamie snorted. “Ah can take care of myself. Now, close the doors after me, and STAY HERE.”
With those parting words, he left the safety of the TARDIS and stepped back into the dank, dingy prison corridor. He turned and waved for Zoe’s benefit, then strode off in the direction of the makeshift medical ward.
A few corridors later, he sensed someone behind him. “Who’s there?” he called out sharply.
“Hello, pretty boy,” a high-pitched voice replied, and the rat-like Mugs stepped out of the shadows, holding an iron bar. “Pinky sent me to find you, he did.”
“Oh he did, did he?” Jamie pointed down the corridor. “Well I’ve got what the Doctor wanted, so I’ll be off, OK?”
“Oh no, it won’t be necessary,” Mugs replied and giggled. “We’re going to go soon.”
“Aye, well, that’s nice.” The Scot backed away slightly. “I’ll just-“
Mugs swung the bar at his head. Jamie managed to dodge the blow and before he could swing again, he tackled the man and sent him crashing to the ground.
A rush of air signalled to him that he was still in danger. He rolled away and another iron bar crashed into the ground where his head had been. The large man holding it cursed and swung for him again. Jamie ducked and turned to run back down the corridor, when yet another prisoner stepped in front of him.
“Och come on now, that’s now fair!” Jamie protested, backing away from the newest threat.
“Not fair, not fair!” Mugs screeched from the floor. Suddenly he lashed out and hit Jamie in the ankles with his bar.
He fell to floor with a yelp and before he could get up, the other two men were upon him, raining blows against him. The first blow struck him square across the head, knocking him out cold, but it was several seconds before the prisoners realised their victim was no longer fighting. They stepped away from Jamie’s broken body, panting slightly.
“Is he still alive?” the larger man asked, wiping his brow.
Mugs, crawled over and dug his fingers viciously into the boy’s neck. “Yep.” He poked at Jamie’s kilt. “Wanna see if he’s a real Scot?” he asked with a gleeful grin.
The other prisoner slapped his hand away. “Stop it and help us get him to the interrogation chamber.”
Back in the computer room, the Doctor had managed to isolate a portion of the water pipes. “There you are,” he said triumphantly, jabbing at the screen. “The filter there is broken and allowing bacteria to get into the system.”
“We ain’t got no filters, I don’t think,” Pinky said, leaning over his shoulder. “And we wouldn’t know how to change them if we did.”
“Oh that’s no problem.” The Doctor started tapping at the keyboard. “I can close some of the pipes and sent the water through a different route.”
Pinky straightened up and Mugs entered the room and nodded at him. “Well thanks, Doc, but we’ve got another idea.”
“Oh?” The Doctor looked up in interest. “What’s that then?”
“We’re going to abandon ship, so to speak, and head back to the surface,” Pinky said simply.
The Doctor looked from Pinky to the computer in suspicion. “I had the feeling that wasn’t possible.”
Pinky grinned. “It wasn’t. Before. I gather you worked it out from the computer, but there’s a force field around this base that prevents us from leaving.”
“And you want me to switch it off for you,” the Doctor finished. “Well I’m not too sure I should do that.”
“And why not?” Pinky asked in interest. “You know this place is falling apart and that we’ve been left here by Earth.”
“I also know you’re Britain’s worst criminals,” the Doctor countered. “Your files are all logged in the computer. You murdered the guards and tried to escape, which is why you were left here.” He stood up and stepped away from the computer. “The water is safe to drink now, the rest of the services are working properly and you said so yourself that supply subs still come. Eventually this place will be evacuated and you will be moved to new prisons.”
“You know, I don’t much fancy going to a new prison,” Pinky replied thoughtfully.
“Well I’m very sorry, but I’m not deactivating the force field,” the Doctor said firmly, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Mugs giggled. “You will, you will, oh yes you will!” he chanted.
Without turning to look, Pinky threw a book at him. “Shut up, Mugs. But he’s right, Doctor, I think you will help us.” He crossed the room and flicked a switch on a large screen.
The Doctor’s jaw dropped in horror as he found himself looking at Jamie, bloodied and unconscious and unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of a damp room. “What have you done to him?!”
“Relax, he’s fine,” Pinky said. “Well, almost fine, save for a few broken bones. Just a few, I think. But anyway, he’s alive. At the moment. Do you know what that room is, Doctor?”
The Doctor wrenched his gaze away from his beaten friend and looked at the surroundings. “No… I can’t say I do.”
“That,” Pinky said ceremoniously waving his arms. “That is the interrogation room.”
“I’m assuming it’s slightly more than a bright light in the eyes,” the Doctor muttered.
“Oh yes. It’s more a torture chamber really,” Pinky said cheerfully. “Basically, it fills with water. The guards yell questions at you and if you don’t answer quickly enough, you drown.”
“But that’s barbaric!” the Doctor exclaimed. “It wouldn’t be allowed!”
“Ah, but we’re barbaric people,” Pinky reminded him. “You saw our files, you know why we’re here. And in case it’s not clear enough, I will spell it out for you.” He leaned in close and jabbed the Doctor in the chest. “I’m here because I killed twenty-three people to see what would happen with each different weapon. I will quite happily kill your friend if you do not open the force field.”
The Doctor sat down in front of the computer again. “Very well.”
“Good boy.” Pinky grinned. “Now Mugs, go turn on the taps.”
The Doctor leapt to his feet as Mugs left the room. “What are you doing?!” he cried. “I said I’d do it!”
“Just making sure,” Pinky said with a cheerful grin. “Ah, there we go.” He pointed to the screen, where water was beginning to pour rapidly into the room. On screen, Jamie spluttered and rolled over as water splashed into his face. “I figure you’ve got a good five minutes before the water gets too high for your young friend to breath.”
Knowing that arguing would only waste precious time, the Doctor sprang into action and began tapping frantically at the computer in search for the force field settings. He glanced up at the screen and was horrified to see that the water was already up to Jamie’s waist. “It’s filling up too fast! I need more time!”
“No more time, you’ll just have to type faster,” Pinky said, gazing at the screen with interest. “Oooh, it looks like his arm’s broken. Do you think he’ll be able to tread water OK?”
Mugs joined him at the screen. “Poor pretty boy, I would’ve liked to play with him.”
“Bit old for you, if I remember correctly.” Pinky glanced back at the Doctor. “How’s it going? The water’s up to his neck, by the way.”
“There! There, it’s done!” The Doctor spun the screen round for them to view. “Now let him go!”
Pinky shook his head. “Actually, we’re off. You’ve got a choice now, you can either reactivate the force field, or go and save him. Down the corridor, left, right, right again, third door on the left. Bye!”
And before the Doctor could stop them, they were gone. Without even glancing at the computer, the Doctor ran out of the room and sprinted down the corridor, hoping against hope that Pinky had been telling the truth.
Zoe fixed her eyes on the scanner and tried to ignore Jamie as he paced the length of the console room. “Any sign of him?” the boy asked for at least the twentieth time.
Zoe gritted her teeth. “Yes, he’s right there and I just didn’t bother to tell you.”
Jamie whirled around and joined her at the scanner controls. “What are ye on about? He’s nae there!”
“I was teasing you,” Zoe muttered.
“Well don’t!” Jamie drummed his fingers on the console. “I dinnae like this. He’s been gone too long.” He walked around the console and pulled the lever to open the doors. “I’m going after him.”
Zoe grabbed him by the arm. “The Doctor said to stay here! Those men are dangerous!”
“And that’s why I’m going,” Jamie said, gently removing himself from her grasp. “If he’s in some sort of trouble, he’ll need my help.”
Zoe bit her lip, then nodded. “OK. But I’m coming with you.”
“No,” Jamie said firmly. “I saw the way those men were looking at ye. You’ll be far safer here. Besides,” he added, “you need t’ stay here in case the Doctor does come back.”
Zoe tried not to look too relieved to be ordered to stay. “All right. But be careful. It wasn’t just me they were looking at, you know!”
Jamie snorted. “Ah can take care of myself. Now, close the doors after me, and STAY HERE.”
With those parting words, he left the safety of the TARDIS and stepped back into the dank, dingy prison corridor. He turned and waved for Zoe’s benefit, then strode off in the direction of the makeshift medical ward.
A few corridors later, he sensed someone behind him. “Who’s there?” he called out sharply.
“Hello, pretty boy,” a high-pitched voice replied, and the rat-like Mugs stepped out of the shadows, holding an iron bar. “Pinky sent me to find you, he did.”
“Oh he did, did he?” Jamie pointed down the corridor. “Well I’ve got what the Doctor wanted, so I’ll be off, OK?”
“Oh no, it won’t be necessary,” Mugs replied and giggled. “We’re going to go soon.”
“Aye, well, that’s nice.” The Scot backed away slightly. “I’ll just-“
Mugs swung the bar at his head. Jamie managed to dodge the blow and before he could swing again, he tackled the man and sent him crashing to the ground.
A rush of air signalled to him that he was still in danger. He rolled away and another iron bar crashed into the ground where his head had been. The large man holding it cursed and swung for him again. Jamie ducked and turned to run back down the corridor, when yet another prisoner stepped in front of him.
“Och come on now, that’s now fair!” Jamie protested, backing away from the newest threat.
“Not fair, not fair!” Mugs screeched from the floor. Suddenly he lashed out and hit Jamie in the ankles with his bar.
He fell to floor with a yelp and before he could get up, the other two men were upon him, raining blows against him. The first blow struck him square across the head, knocking him out cold, but it was several seconds before the prisoners realised their victim was no longer fighting. They stepped away from Jamie’s broken body, panting slightly.
“Is he still alive?” the larger man asked, wiping his brow.
Mugs, crawled over and dug his fingers viciously into the boy’s neck. “Yep.” He poked at Jamie’s kilt. “Wanna see if he’s a real Scot?” he asked with a gleeful grin.
The other prisoner slapped his hand away. “Stop it and help us get him to the interrogation chamber.”
Back in the computer room, the Doctor had managed to isolate a portion of the water pipes. “There you are,” he said triumphantly, jabbing at the screen. “The filter there is broken and allowing bacteria to get into the system.”
“We ain’t got no filters, I don’t think,” Pinky said, leaning over his shoulder. “And we wouldn’t know how to change them if we did.”
“Oh that’s no problem.” The Doctor started tapping at the keyboard. “I can close some of the pipes and sent the water through a different route.”
Pinky straightened up and Mugs entered the room and nodded at him. “Well thanks, Doc, but we’ve got another idea.”
“Oh?” The Doctor looked up in interest. “What’s that then?”
“We’re going to abandon ship, so to speak, and head back to the surface,” Pinky said simply.
The Doctor looked from Pinky to the computer in suspicion. “I had the feeling that wasn’t possible.”
Pinky grinned. “It wasn’t. Before. I gather you worked it out from the computer, but there’s a force field around this base that prevents us from leaving.”
“And you want me to switch it off for you,” the Doctor finished. “Well I’m not too sure I should do that.”
“And why not?” Pinky asked in interest. “You know this place is falling apart and that we’ve been left here by Earth.”
“I also know you’re Britain’s worst criminals,” the Doctor countered. “Your files are all logged in the computer. You murdered the guards and tried to escape, which is why you were left here.” He stood up and stepped away from the computer. “The water is safe to drink now, the rest of the services are working properly and you said so yourself that supply subs still come. Eventually this place will be evacuated and you will be moved to new prisons.”
“You know, I don’t much fancy going to a new prison,” Pinky replied thoughtfully.
“Well I’m very sorry, but I’m not deactivating the force field,” the Doctor said firmly, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Mugs giggled. “You will, you will, oh yes you will!” he chanted.
Without turning to look, Pinky threw a book at him. “Shut up, Mugs. But he’s right, Doctor, I think you will help us.” He crossed the room and flicked a switch on a large screen.
The Doctor’s jaw dropped in horror as he found himself looking at Jamie, bloodied and unconscious and unceremoniously dumped onto the floor of a damp room. “What have you done to him?!”
“Relax, he’s fine,” Pinky said. “Well, almost fine, save for a few broken bones. Just a few, I think. But anyway, he’s alive. At the moment. Do you know what that room is, Doctor?”
The Doctor wrenched his gaze away from his beaten friend and looked at the surroundings. “No… I can’t say I do.”
“That,” Pinky said ceremoniously waving his arms. “That is the interrogation room.”
“I’m assuming it’s slightly more than a bright light in the eyes,” the Doctor muttered.
“Oh yes. It’s more a torture chamber really,” Pinky said cheerfully. “Basically, it fills with water. The guards yell questions at you and if you don’t answer quickly enough, you drown.”
“But that’s barbaric!” the Doctor exclaimed. “It wouldn’t be allowed!”
“Ah, but we’re barbaric people,” Pinky reminded him. “You saw our files, you know why we’re here. And in case it’s not clear enough, I will spell it out for you.” He leaned in close and jabbed the Doctor in the chest. “I’m here because I killed twenty-three people to see what would happen with each different weapon. I will quite happily kill your friend if you do not open the force field.”
The Doctor sat down in front of the computer again. “Very well.”
“Good boy.” Pinky grinned. “Now Mugs, go turn on the taps.”
The Doctor leapt to his feet as Mugs left the room. “What are you doing?!” he cried. “I said I’d do it!”
“Just making sure,” Pinky said with a cheerful grin. “Ah, there we go.” He pointed to the screen, where water was beginning to pour rapidly into the room. On screen, Jamie spluttered and rolled over as water splashed into his face. “I figure you’ve got a good five minutes before the water gets too high for your young friend to breath.”
Knowing that arguing would only waste precious time, the Doctor sprang into action and began tapping frantically at the computer in search for the force field settings. He glanced up at the screen and was horrified to see that the water was already up to Jamie’s waist. “It’s filling up too fast! I need more time!”
“No more time, you’ll just have to type faster,” Pinky said, gazing at the screen with interest. “Oooh, it looks like his arm’s broken. Do you think he’ll be able to tread water OK?”
Mugs joined him at the screen. “Poor pretty boy, I would’ve liked to play with him.”
“Bit old for you, if I remember correctly.” Pinky glanced back at the Doctor. “How’s it going? The water’s up to his neck, by the way.”
“There! There, it’s done!” The Doctor spun the screen round for them to view. “Now let him go!”
Pinky shook his head. “Actually, we’re off. You’ve got a choice now, you can either reactivate the force field, or go and save him. Down the corridor, left, right, right again, third door on the left. Bye!”
And before the Doctor could stop them, they were gone. Without even glancing at the computer, the Doctor ran out of the room and sprinted down the corridor, hoping against hope that Pinky had been telling the truth.
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