Doctor Who: The Zarbi
DOCTOR WHO lands his space-time
machine
Tardis
on the cold, craggy
planet of
Vortis
. The Doctor and his
companions, Ian and Vicki, are soon
captured by the ZARBI, huge ant-like
creatures with metallic bodies and pincer
claws; meanwhile Barbara falls into the
hands of the friendly MENOPTERA who
have come to rid
Vortis
of the
malevolent power of the ZARBI . . .
A TARGET ADVENTURE
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ISBN 0 426 10129 4
DOCTOR WHO
AND THE
ZARBI
Based on the BBC television serial
Doctor Who and the Web
Planet
by Bill Strutton by arrangement with the British Broadcasting Corporation
BILL STRUTTON
Illustrated by John Wood
published by
The Paperback Division of
W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd
A Target Book
Published in 1976
by the Paperback Division of W.H. Allen & Co. Ltd.
A Howard & Wyndham Company
44 Hill Street, London WIX 8LB
Novelisation copyright © Bill Strutton 1965
Original script copyright © Bill Strutton 1965
Illustrations copyright © W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd 1965
‘Doctor Who’ series copyright © British Broadcasting Corporation 1963
Printed in Great Britain by
Hunt Barnard Printing Ltd, Aylesbury, Bucks.
ISBN 0 426 10129 4
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior 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
The Web Planet
It was almost quiet inside
Tardis
. There was only a slight hum from the control column, where Doctor Who bent and peered at his instruments. He flipped a switch. A panel on the ship’s control board glowed. A needle on it flickered into life, unsteadily at first. Then it began dancing wildly back and forth across the scale.
Doctor Who stared and frowned.
‘Strange,’ he muttered. ‘Very strange...’
He flipped on the space scanner switch and stared up at the screen. A harsh, crackling sound invaded the ship and the screen was suddenly speckled with brilliant, dancing bursts of light.
The sound made Ian turn. He had finished dressing before a mirror panel and was knotting his favourite tie —
his Coal Hill Old Boys’ tie — when he saw the screen. The blobs of light on it pulsed and grew, then exploded in dazzling bubble shapes. The crackling sound was growing louder.
Ian finished tying his tie and crossed to the control column. He stared up.
‘What is it, Doctor?’
Doctor Who was too intent to answer for a moment.
The bursts of light from the space scanner screen lit his face. He flicked on the power response switches. The needles on the lighted dials of his control panel, instead of rising steadily to give a reading, jerked crazily into life, and began flickering wildly all over the scale.
He said, ‘Try the time calculator, Chesterton. Tell me what reading you get.’
Ian press the time button. The pointer on the time scale rose jerkily from zero. It climbed in a series of unsteady spurts and hovered for a moment. Ian stared closer.
‘About 7000 B.C.’ He paused. ‘No — wait!’
The time pointer dropped, rose giddily on the scale, plunged again.
‘It’s gone haywire! We could be at any point in time between 7000 B.C. and about A.D. 200000! Look!’
Doctor Who turned to share Ian’s inspection of the time calculator scale. His face was grave. He said nothing, but turned slowly back to fix his gaze on the cluster of instruments immediately in front of him on the big control panel.
Behind them the door of the dormitory section slid open and Barbara stepped into the control room. She stopped at the sight of the bursting lights on the scanner and at the harsh crackling.
‘What’s happening?’
There was a pause. Doctor Who turned to Barbara and hesitated. He smiled.
‘Just a little, um, interference, my dear. Nothing...
unusual. Er, would you like to get us some coffee?’
But Barbara stood her ground. ‘Something’s wrong, isn’t it?’
‘Nothing for you to worry about,’ Doctor Who said, in his most soothing voice. But his gaze was drawn back to his instruments. He was clearly puzzled, and he wagged his silvery head over them.
Ian grinned at Barbara. ‘It’s nice to see you up and dressed,’ he said. ‘Does that mean we can expect some bacon and eggs?’
Barbara looked towards the figure of Doctor Who frowning over his controls.
‘I’ll see what I can do.’
Then they all stiffened as the crackling sound from the scanner now began to rise weirdly in pitch, growing immensely loud, while the light bursts gathered and multiplied until the screen was as dazzling as a firework display.
Barbara stared in alarm at Ian.
‘Won’t somebody tell me what’s happening?’
Ian switched off the time calculator and came swiftly to join Doctor Who. He took one look at the needles on the dials there, some flickering madly, others quivering near zero.
‘Your instruments, Doctor! They’ve
all
gone mad!
Why? What can be doing all
that
to them?’
Doctor Who was shaking his head grimly.
He muttered slowly. ‘I don’t know. I... suppose we could have materialized for a split second of time, and been caught in the... influence...’
‘Influence? What influence?’
Doctor Who raised his head and looked at both Ian and Barbara.
‘We seem to have been imprisoned by some kind of...
force. I can’t break the hold at all.’ He paused. ‘Something, somewhere, is slowly pulling us — plucking us down...’
‘Something... pulling us down?’ Barabara said. Her voice shook a little and some of her alarm showed in her eyes. ‘Down to where?’
Doctor Who shrugged and gestured to his control panel.
How can I tell?’ he snapped, ‘when not one of my instruments will give us a sane reading?’
A pause. The crackling rose even higher, and Ian could not look at the dazzling pattern of light on the scanner without shielding his eyes.
‘So we don’t know where we are – or at what point in time?’
Doctor Who waved his hand irritably for silence.
‘Please! No time for questions! The important thing is to pull the ship clear of – this... whatever it is!’ He pointed at the space scanner, and added in a mutter, ‘If we can...’
Ian stared at Doctor Who, then at Barbara.
‘
If
we can?’
Doctor Who flared impatiently. ‘Chesterton, will you kindly stop gaping and give me a hand with the power boost! Before it’s too...’
A cry from Barbara interrupted them. ‘The scanner –
look!’
Doctor Who and Ian paused in the act of reaching for the booster switches. They stared up. The dazzling blobs of light were fading from the scanner screen. It was slowly clearing. With it the harsh crackling sound was vanishing too.
‘We’re clear!’ Ian shouted excitedly. ‘It’s gone!’
Doctor Who was peering intently at the screen. He cast a glance towards his instruments, checking them. He shook his head.
‘No,’ he said. ‘We are not clear. In fact...’
Doctor Who paused, thinking, ignoring the others.
‘In fact
what
?’ Ian asked.
Doctor Who raised his head. ‘The ship is out of control
– our control anyway.’ He said it almost absently.
‘But the interference has gone! Look at the scanner! It’s clear!’
Doctor Who turned his head to look at Ian. He snapped, ‘Look at our
instruments
!’
Ian stared at the control dials.
‘They’re still all over the place! They don’t make any sense!’
‘Quite! And until we can get them to respond properly, we can do nothing!’
Out of the worried silence Barbara said, faltering, ‘You mean – we are stuck?’
Doctor Who shrugged. He turned to Ian and said curtly,
‘Switch on the searchlight, Chesterton.’
Ian obeyed, snapping on the searchlight toggle. They all peered at the local inspection window as the ship’s searchlight began revolving, probing their immediate surroundings.
As they looked, their youngest companion in the ship
Tardis
, the girl Vicki, came sleepily out of the dormitory, fumbled at the sliding door, and entered the control section, yawning. She stopped at the sight of Ian, Barbara and Doctor Who, all staring at the inspection screen.
Barbara turned.
‘You should be in bed,’ she said. ‘You’ve had hardly any sleep.’
‘Where are we?’ Vicki asked.
The others looked at Doctor Who for an answer. After a moment he wagged his head and muttered, ‘I wish I knew.’
‘What are you all looking at the screen for? Is there...
something out there?’ Vicki asked.
No one answered for a moment. Then the searchlight beam sweeping round in a circle from the ship, lit on a craggy shape. Doctor Who straightened, still staring at the screen.