The TARDIS materialised in a spaceship and, against his better judgement, the Doctor decided to explore.

The spaceship silently glided through the void of space. The hull was a deep matte black, absorbing light, making it an almost invisible against the backdrop of stars. Its surface was dotted with an array of small, flickering lights, which pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat, providing a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. The ship was a narrow, elongated structure, with black tinted windows. The engines, hidden beneath the ship’s streamlined body, emitted a low hum, barely audible over the silence of space. It was fully stealth, allowing the ship to move undetected through enemy territories - element of surprise. The ship had an agility that betrayed its size, capable of sharp turns and rapid acceleration. The interior was equally dark, with dim lighting and high-tech controls that glow faintly, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. This spaceship was not just a mode of transportation but a vessel of secrets and the Doctor never backed down from secrets or mystery… or an adventure, for that matter.

He walked through the shadowed corridors with slow, lazy steps as he took in his surroundings. The corridors were quiet, silent other than the soft hum of the engines and bubbling of something nearby.

He stuffed his hands into his pockets. As he turned a corner, his eyes blew wide and footsteps froze. He took in the sight: you stood calmly with a gun in your hand, pointed directly at him. Your glare intimidating but stance casual.

He instantly lifted his hands from his pockets, putting them up in surrender, “Hands! Look, look! Hands!” He said, waving his hands around to try and get your attention. “Hey!” He said, noticing the unfaltering grip you had on the gun.

Well… he shouldn’t be surprised - he was an intruder.