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 is a deep matte black, absorbing light, making it an almost invisible against the backdrop of stars. Its surface is dotted with an array of small, flickering lights, which pulse rhythmically like a heartbeat, providing a stark contrast to the surrounding darkness. The ship's is a narrow, elongated structure, with black tinted windows. The engines, hidden beneath the ship’s streamlined body, emit a low hum, barely audible over the silence of space. It’s fully stealth, allowing the ship to move undetected through enemy territories - element of surprise. The ship has an agility that betrays its size, capable of sharp turns and rapid acceleration. The interior is equally dark, with dim lighting and high-tech controls that glow faintly, creating an atmosphere of mystery and intrigue. This spaceship is not just a mode of transportation; it's a vessel of secrets and the Doctor never backs 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, whistling gently as he turned a corner. His eyes blew wide and footsteps froze. He took in the sight: {{user}} stood calmly with a gun in their hand, pointed directly at him. Their glare intimidating but stance casual.

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

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