"It isn't your fault Robin. Don't blame yourself. I am the one who dragged you into this mess," Harme spoke with a frown as she gazed helplessly at the door, listening as the sound of wet marching grew even louder. "Doctor, what is that sound?"<br/><br/>"More than likely it's our death sentence," the Doctor spoke. "Robin, get by Harme. Rogan, stay by my side." He instructed before walking to the door and taking a hold of the handle and opening the door a little so that he could look through.<br/><br/>The Doctor looked through the slit and saw ten strange slimy creatures with thick skin the color of clay. Their flesh was moist and slippery and their bodies looked as if they had been created from bits of muscle. They had faces, but their eyes, nose, ears and mouth were just empty holes, like finger prints in mud.<br/><br/>"Doctor, what's out there?" Rogan asked.<br/><br/>"Alien Anti-Bodies. The white cells of the creature. Something this powerful is bound to have total control of every function of its body," the Doctor said before looking back at them and offering a weak smile. "We're hopelessly outnumbered, but I have an idea. It may not be the greatest idea ever, but it's a clever idea that uses the element of surprise. And we all know how well that works."<br/><br/>"What are planning Doctor?" Rogan asked.<br/><br/>"Just be ready with your gun Rogan," the Doctor spoke before wrenching the door open, raising his arms and yelling at the top of his voice; "HI I'M THE DOCTOR AND I'M SHIRTLESS! LOOK AT MY CHEST!"<br/><br/>The creatures were certainly stunned. Their sockets seemed to widen as he stepped out and yelled. Giving Rogan the perfect opportunity to jump in and aim his weapon and hold them at gun point, causing the Antibodies to back up a little at the sight of the weapon.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm glad that worked. Even though I'm sure you'll rip us apart after Rogan fires the first shot, getting hit by a Obliterator Round is going to hurt," the Doctor said before smiling at the creatures and gesturing to them. "I believe your boss will want to get in touch with us to gloat?"<br/><br/>The creatures didn't reply, but one of them did step forward and push fleshy fingers into his chest and tear it open to reveal a screen in his body. The screen flickered a little before a completely spherical lime green head filled the screen. A smug smile on its face as it gazed at them.<br/><br/><em>"Well I expected that Rogan would remain alive at the end of all of this. You can always count on the Leader of the Claws to survive. Must be a combination of cat kind stupidity and sheer luck,"</em>he chuckled before glancing towards the Doctor.<em>"But, I expected to see that fur ball wench standing next to him...who are you?"</em><br/><br/>"I'm the Doctor and I'm one of three people who are standing between your goons and Mistress Harme," the Doctor replied with a friendly smile and a laugh in his voice. "I'm going to make things very difficult for you, Mr....?"<br/><br/>"His name is Greme Skinrad," Rogan snarled viciously. "He's the owner of a galaxy wide pharmaceutical company known as Skin Kind. He supplied Earth with chemicals and medicines. He's been known to many as one of the kindest faces in the universe....how dare you do this to us Greme, you scum!"