𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅰ [✓]

The Impossible Planet Pt. 2

"Close door 1."

"The rocket link's fine" Toby says.

"That's the black hole, officially designated K three seven Gen five."

"In the scriptures of the Falltino, this planet is called Kroptor, the bitter pill. And the black hole is supposed to be a mighty demon. It was tricked into devouring the planet, only to spit it out, because it was poison" Ida says.

"The bitter pill. I like that" Rose nods.

"We are so far out. Lost in the drifts of the universe. How did you even get here?!" {Y/N} asks.

"We flew in. You see, this planet's generating a gravity field. We don't know how. We've no idea. But it's kept in constant balance against the black hole. And the field extends out there as a funnel. A distinct gravity funnel, reaching out into clear space. That was our way in."

"You flew down that thing? Like a rollercoaster" Rose says.

"By rights, the ship should have been torn apart. We lost the Captain, which is what put me in charge."

"You're doing a good job" Ida replies.

"Yeah, well, needs must."

"But if that gravity funnel closes, there's no way out."

"We had fun speculating about that."

"Oh, yeah. That's the word. Fun."

"But that field would take phenomenal amounts of power. I mean not just big, but off the scale! Can I?" the Doctor asks.

"Sure. Help yourself."

"Your refreshment."

"Oh, yeah. Thanks. Thank you. I'm sorry, what was your name?" Rose asks taking the drink from the Odd.

"We have no titles. We are as one."

"Er, what are they called?" Rose asks.

"Oh, come on. Where have you been living? Everyone's got one."

"Well, not me, so, what are they?"

"They're the Ood."

"The Ood?"

"The Ood."

"Well that's ood" Rose laughs.

"Very ood, but handy. They work the mine shafts. All the drilling and stuff. Supervision and maintenance. They're born for it. Basic slave race."

"You've got slaves?"

"Don't start. She's like one of that lot. Friends of the Ood."

"Well maybe I am, yeah. Since when do humans need slaves?"

"But the Ood offer themselves. If you don't give them orders, they just pine away and die" Danny says shrugging.

"Seriously, you like being ordered about?" Rose asks the Odd.

"It is all we crave."

"Why's that, then?"

"We have nothing else in life."

"Yeah, well, I used to think like that, a long time ago."

"There we go. Do you see? To generate that gravity field, and the funnel, you'd need a power source with an inverted self-extrapolating reflex of six to the power of six every six seconds" the Doctor says.

"That's a lot of sixes" Rose says.

"And it's impossible" {Y/N} adds.

"It took us two years to work that out."