[The Battle of Zaruthstra, 4037 A.D.]
HARCOURT:
Nurse! Nurse!
Damn it, where's The Nurse!
ELEANOR:
He needs help.
HARCOURT:
Madame President, I'm sorry, but we have to go now!
Those things could be here any second.
(A little boy is lying on a bed in the tent. He is very still. A Sontaran warrior enters.)
STRAX:
Did somebody call for a nurse?
(Strax tends to the boy.)
ARTHUR:
Will I be okay?
STRAX:
Of course you will, my boy!
You'll be up and around in no time.
And perhaps one day, you and I shall meet on the field of battle, and I will destroy you for the glory of the Sontaran Empire!
ARTHUR:
Thanks, Nurse.
(Strax leaves, and Harcourt follows him.)
HARCOURT:
Commander Strax.
I just have to ask.
A Sontaran nurse?
STRAX:
I serve a penance to restore the honour of my clone batch.
It is the greatest punishment a Sontaran can endure,
to Help The Weak and Sick.
HARCOURT:
Who came up with that one?
(The sound of The TARDIS materialising.)
STRAX:
Tonight, though, perhaps my penance is over.
Captain Harcourt, I hope some day to meet you in the glory of battle, when I shall crush the life from your worthless human form.
Try and get some rest.
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