A drill? No, that's not right. Can't be, this planet's protected--
[And yet, as if to prove him wrong, the drill begins to spin with a terrible scraping. The sound carries to their ledge, shortly before the ground begins to shake. The water drains from the pool entirely, leaving unhatched eggs exposed to the dry air.
The Doctor turns on his heel, staggering and scrambling his way between jagged rocks. Whatever machine is behind the destruction is coming up, and he intends to be down there to meet it. Its operator is in for an earful, oh yes.]
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[And yet, as if to prove him wrong, the drill begins to spin with a terrible scraping. The sound carries to their ledge, shortly before the ground begins to shake. The water drains from the pool entirely, leaving unhatched eggs exposed to the dry air.
The Doctor turns on his heel, staggering and scrambling his way between jagged rocks. Whatever machine is behind the destruction is coming up, and he intends to be down there to meet it. Its operator is in for an earful, oh yes.]