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Third Doctor Drabbles

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They fought side by side as the other Lemuria gathered around and above them. “That’s right,” Grier yelled, “try to keep out of their reach. Let the laser lance do most of the work.”

A Cyberman screamed as Skippa sliced through it. “Aye-eeeeee-yay! We will drive them from our home! Our world!”

“Don’t get too far ahead of yourself, kid. There’s still a lot more of them than there are of us.” He looked up into the trees. “Any chance we can persuade your sisters to fight?”

“They don’t understand. It’s too much.”

“Yeah,” he replied sadly. “It always is.”