The Deserted Planet: Prologue

Prologue

5354, June 24th:

   Kytan Gvroak, a chubby man with thin wisps of mousey brown hair and sunken grey eyes, was sat in his shabby office, the little clock ticked loudly, as an obtrusive crackling emitted from his communication device; situated haphazardly upon his desk. Glancing up he thumped it with his fist. "You never work properly do you?" He growled aggravated.

   Perched lackadaisically on top of a dusty, half-inflated beanbag was Gvroak's eleven year old Godson, Ben Checkers. One glimpse was all it took to deduce that he was poles apart from his Godfather. The boy was thin but lean with jet black hair tied back into a stubby ponytail and deep cerulean eyes. His right wrist was adorned with a rustic looking bracelet made of burnished brown wooden beads.

   "Hello Gvroak, we have a proposal for you," a strange, low, croaking voice from the communicator. Gvroak visibly flinched, surprised by the stranger's jagged tone.
"Erm... hello. Who are you? And what do you want from me?" He stammered, perplexed.
"We are the Great Intelligence Alliance. We need Timelords that are going to obey us." There's a pause. "Open a rift, find and clone them. We'll pay you. Understood?"
"Y-Yes." Was the stuttered reply, his greed for money slipping to the forefront of his mind.
"Good."

   Oblivious to his Godfather's current distress, Ben meanwhile had been looking at silver matter, a liquid form that had seemed to ooze through the wall; he poked his finger in it, curious. The mass wrapped round his wrist and turned the beads on his bracelet silver. "What the- ?" Ben muttered to himself, his eyes widening. As he shook his wrist the liquid sank into his arm, causing him to back away, falling off the bean bag. Trembling almost involuntary, he rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming. The mass seeped into his eyes...
  
   He screamed and then... nothing. On hearing the scream Gvroak made a mad dash to catch his Godson, desperately cradling him. Silence descended upon the room, cladding akin to dust.