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kilometres. Eventually, climbing a short slope, they found themselves staring at the huge silver saucer ounted on its broad central column.
    Instinctively Jamie threw himself face-down in the sand, but the Doctor remained standing, shielding his eyes from the glare and gazing intently at the opening at the bottom of the shaft.
    Slowly Jamie got to his feet. ‘I reckon we ought to get back to Zoe now, Doctor,’ he suggested nervously. ‘She’ll be worried.’
    But the Doctor had already begun to creep forward towards the awesome machine gleaming menacingly against the cliff.
    ‘You’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking... are you Doctor?’ Jamie whispered, clutching his sleeve.
    ‘Most definitely,’ the Doctor grinned, still staring in fascination at the open hatchway.
    ‘Och no...’ Jamie pleaded, frowning at the hundreds of track marks criss-crossing the hollow in front of the ominously looming saucer. ‘Can ye no keep oot a trouble just for once?’
    They finally reached the curved hatchway and the Doctor stopped to admire the underside of the gigantic craft spread out above them.
    ‘How absolutely splendid; he murmured almost reverently. ‘Yes, obviously an interstellar craft of quite sophisticated design, no doubt powered by some kind of...’
    The Doctor paused as his arm was gripped painfully.
    ‘Don’t do that Jamie...’ he protested.
    Jamie’s gasp of horror made the Doctor jerk round. His jaw dropped open and his eyes widened in surprise and dismay. ‘Oh dear. Oh Jamie. Oh my goodness,’ he muttered, making Jamie wince as he gripped his arm in turn.
    Two Quarks were standing a few metres away, cutting off their escape. The Doctor and Jamie stared at the squat, buzzing robots for a moment and then turned back in futile desperation towards the hatchway. The opening was filled by Toba’s huge gaunt figure. His massive gloves creaked as he opened his hands in a gesture of ironic welcome on the threshold of the spacecraft.
    ‘Do not move. Do not move!’ bleated the Quarks, in a kind of crazed falsetto.
    The Doctor and Jam continued to stare into Toba’s expressionless green eyes while behind them the Quarks chattered away, extending their probes and charging their weapon systems. An unearthly smile carved deep fissures in Tobas mask-like face and a livid pink tongue darted out momentarily to moisten his thin lifeless lips. Then his red-rimmed eyes lit up with a hypnotic gleam which seemed to be fired by hate and greed and lust and madness, all together.
    ‘Quarks!’ he suddenly rasped, his gloves creaking in eager anticipation. ‘Prepare.
     
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The Assessment
    Prodded viciously by the buzzing Quarks, the Doctor and Jamie soon found themselves entering the vast circular control centre at the heart of the alien ship. The chamber was filled with a ghostly glow from the fluorescent graphics and systems displays covering the walls. In the middle, on a raised circular dais, stood the main control column consisting of a mosaic of flickering crystal buttons set into a sphere which was mounted on a slim metal stalk, like some giant tropical bloom. Otherwise the chamber was streamlined and bare
    ‘Approach!’ Rago ordered.
    The Quarks propelled their captives across to the dials where Rago loomed over them, his emerald eyes glittering in the soft rainbow luminosity. Toba stood behind them breathing heavily.
    ‘Who arc you?’ Jam croaked, his throat dry with fear.
    The towering figure glowered down at them. ‘We are Dominators,’ he announced, his voice echoing around the dome above.
    ‘That’s quite evident,’ the Doctor muttered wryly.
    Toba emitted a dangerous hiss. Jamie shivered despite himself.
    ‘Assess the specimens,’ Rago ordered tersely.
    ‘Stand against the panel!’ Toba rapped, whirling the prisoners round bodily and thrusting them towards a flat section of wall.
    ‘I will not!’ Jamie exploded, tearing himself free.
    ‘Jamie...’ warned the Doctor, shuffling