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by Astrolinium » Fri Nov 30, 2012 2:13 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Fri Nov 30, 2012 2:32 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Sherri licked its lips and did not, in fact, remove the gun from Eli's head.
Eli had begun to sweat, for reference.
Instead, Sherri merely said, "The Trantulian language doesn't have gendered personal pronouns and the concept of gender is foreign to us. So it's wha..."
(S)he paused and looked curiously at the Doctor. "But you've got me off track. This is, I believe, something akin to what one might call a hostage situation. My name... my proper name... is Ba'ål-na'avz`jyiu♫♩δra M'ik'k'k'k^lun Johnson. But Sherri will do marvelously, since I doubt any of you could ever pronounce that. You cannot drop me off on Trantulia because I am, in fact, in considerable trouble with the legal system of that planet and, in fact, all planets that recognize the Shadow Proclamation. You see, I suffer from a condition that compels me to do rather awful things... and I right I'm torn between my desire to shoot this bastard (by the way, you and your man really need to learn how to fornicate a bit more quietly) and my desire to steal this very lovely ship of yours."
by Astrolinium » Fri Nov 30, 2012 7:59 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:04 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Ba'ål-na'avz`jyiu♫♩δra M'ik'k'k'k^lun Johnson, aka Sherri, raised a single eyebrow. Using its considerable shapeshifting prowess, she fired a bullet.
Not from the gun, however, and not at Eli. Rather, he fired the bullet out of his ear, right at the TARDIS console. At an angle, of course. It may have hit the Doctor, but that mattered little, as the Doctor was still within the first however many hours of his regeneration cycle. The important thing, of course, was that it did hit the console. Sparks flew and there was a loud bang. The machine made an incredible wheezing noise and she quaked like a giant dog attempting to shake itself dry. Everyone was thrown to the floor, and Sherri was forced to release Eli (who screamed) from her grip. Then the machine once again began to spin around and around. Outside the window, there was a blue, whirling tempest. The Time Vortex.
The TARDIS was traveling, and it was going to be a bumpy ride.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Sat Dec 01, 2012 3:29 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Ende » Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:36 pm
by Astrolinium » Sat Dec 01, 2012 7:37 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Dec 01, 2012 8:36 pm
Astrolinium wrote:As Sherri was released from the Doctor's headlock grip, there was a loud bang as sparks and flame erupted from one of the roundels on the wall. The Trantulian was engulfed in fire and it screamed. Its features began to char and blacken, the skin folding into burnt wrinkles. The alien's eyes melted into its skull. As the ship continued to shake and tumble (the Doctor was having no luck at all in stabilizing it), Ba'ål-na'avz`jyiu♫♩δra M'ik'k'k'k^lun Johnson died.
The glass exterior of the Time Rotor Column shattered in a magnificent display of light and color. The rotor itself began to spark and it wheezed in a very different manner than the customary TARDIS noise. One of the interior doors was blasted open by an explosion, and water from the pool began to flood the room, causing more sparks as it poured into the machine's engines.
by Astrolinium » Mon Dec 03, 2012 1:11 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Mon Dec 03, 2012 1:35 pm
Astrolinium wrote:Suddenly, there was another bang and the TARDIS stopped. The engine, you see, had died. So the thing came to an abrupt stop. As the TARDIS was a living being, however, it had the good sense to use a wee bit of reserve power to actually land somewhere.
Now, granted, this wasn't some pleasant landing. This was a bit like if a rollercoaster had suddenly decided, 'Oh, I think I'll just give the laws of physics the middle finger and abruptly cease all forward motion without even slowing down.' The laws of physics, of course (being rather miffed at said rollercoaster), would see to it that the passengers were all flung forward, likely dying as their restraints lost a battle with the laws of physics. The laws of physics, you see, were pissed off.
Fortunately for the passengers of the TARDIS, they were not restrained by seat belts or anything quite so dangerous as all that. Rather, they were thrown through an interior door into the ball pit, which had been installed at some point during the Eleventh Doctor's tenure. Their landing, therefore, was indeed rather soft. Not to say that they were unscathed by being thrown through a hallway and into an Olympic swimming pool-sized tub of colorful plastic balls, but that they did not die and no serious injuries were sustained. Also, the main doors swung open, so the water in the console room all poured out into the exterior world, taking with it most of the debris, including the body.
As our intrepid heroes and Eli regained their senses and made their way to the surface of the ball pit, however, they would find that they were not alone. They had been, in fact, joined by a very confused old frenemy of the Doctor's - the Master.
by Len Hyet » Mon Dec 03, 2012 2:25 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Mon Dec 03, 2012 3:22 pm
Len Hyet wrote:Pain. It was his friend now. His companion. His unceasing neighbor. The pain went away for a moment as… what was his name again? The Master. It came in a flash. He was the Master and he would not be treated like some slave! The pain came again, and the Master felt himself slipping away, felt himself losing his grip on life.
“Oh no you don’t” Came the voice, a small island of pain in a larger sea, followed by a firmer grip on life.
The voice. The only one he had heard since… since a long time ago. The Master struggled to remember, but the pain was always there, blocking his ability to think. No… have to fight through it… I am the Master! He broke through the searing arms of the pain, broke through to his memories. He remembered being thrust into the Void… he remembered an eternity that took but a second, and he remembered exiting the Void.
After that, there was just the pain… nothing but the pain. The voice spoke.
“Almost there… it’s almost time to die.”
Death He thought. The very concept was distasteful to the Master, the closeness of it now burned at him, ate at his soul.
“No.” He was surprised. A new voice. His voice. Was it the first time he had spoken? He thought so. The Master took a deep breath, and felt the pain. The constant pain.
“So you speak! Good! Still, time to die.”
The Master thrashed… and his weak muscles strained against whatever it was that was holding him. He couldn’t say, all he could see was a haze. It might be something holding him, but the Master thought it was the pain. He could see the pain as well as feel it.
“I’m afraid not old chap.” The Master continued speaking, but it wasn’t him speaking. The Master was crippled with agony, incapable of coherent thought, much less speaking. What was speaking was a memory, a memory of what the Master used to be. The Memory had a pleasing voice.
“Kill him now.”
Another new voice, not the Master’s voice, and not the voice. A new voice. A harsh voice. Not as harsh as the Master’s voice when he was angry though.
The Master felt a small prick on his arm, another spot of pain. A needle he dimly recognized. It was a needle he was feeling. The Memory of the Master managed to piece together that the needle was giving him a lethal injection.
The Memory recognized this was bad, but the Master couldn’t do anything about it. He felt his first heart stop beating, then the second. Fourteen seconds He knew. A Time Lord lived for fourteen seconds after his second heart stopped beating, much as a human lived for seven seconds after their puny and inefficient heart ceased its movement. The Memory nudged the Master, telling him what to do. The Master began to regenerate. The second voice, the new voice, spoke.
“Are the energy feeders ready?”
The old voice spoke.
“Yes, they’re going to start as soon as he regenerates.”
The Memory stopped the regeneration process. The Master wanted to weep, it had felt so good, so cleansing. For a moment the pain had stopped.
No. They will take the Regeneration energy. I have to use it, in a way they can’t harvest. The thought was from the Master, and he felt the Memory’s approval. The Master let the regeneration energy flow through him, but put it towards regenerating, then, he let it build up, let it grow in him, let it explode outward, overwhelming the energy feeders, and he felt, far away in the darkest depths of space, the Master felt another presence. A TARDIS, and another Time Lord. The Memory seemed happy, then the Memory died as the Master let the energy take him to the other. To the TARDIS.
The Master sat up with a gasp, free of the pain for the first time. He spoke in rapid fire.
“THE MEMORY IS GONE!”
Then a blast of regenerative energy spilled from his limbs, and the Master succumbed to the regeneration process.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Tue Dec 04, 2012 6:38 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Ende » Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:46 pm
by Astrolinium » Wed Dec 05, 2012 7:54 pm
Ende wrote:Sydney was slightly confused.
One moment, she was swimming. Inside the TARDIS. The control room was filled with water, and she quickly swam up towards the Doctor. He was crying about something, and then...she was in a pit full of colorful spheres? This was absurd. Despite the ridiculous events of the last few days...well, suddenly being in a pit full of colorful spheres was still absolutely ridiculous. She crawled out of the colored-sphere-pit, sopping wet. The Doctor was saying something or other, but she couldn't really hear him very well, because her ears were clogged with water. She made out something along the lines of "help me carry Mr. Khan", but that didn't quite seem right. She tilted her head to the side, de-clogging her ear.
"-dear, please stay here with Eli while Mr. Khan and I take my friend here into the innards of the TARDIS to heal."
She nodded and turned away from the Doctor, and, then, a split second later, her head whirled around to stare at him. Wait, what? There was another man in here? How could he have possibly gotten in?
Ah, it didn't matter. She'd find out eventually. Asking the Doctor questions was rather odd - most of the time, they weren't answered, and, when they were, they didn't even make sense. So, she turned to Eli, motioning for him to come sit beside her, and then sat down at the edge of the pit filled with spheres, still rather confused about the fact that...well, there was a room filled with colorful spheres.
Yes, somehow, she was speaking the same language as aliens and 20th century humans. Yes, she had time travelled. Yes, the room was just filled with water, less than five minutes ago. Yes, the Doctor was an Apalapucian, who had two hearts, and rarely left their home planet. Yes, the Doctor had switched faces, and, yes, he had let Khan on his spaceship.
But, despite how ridiculous those things seemed, at least those things probably had a reasonable explanation.
The sphere-pit was just absurd. She looked at Eli.
"Do you have any idea why there's a pit filled with spheres here? I don't get it." she muttered, kicking a few of the multi-colored plastic-alloy spheres away.
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Dec 06, 2012 6:12 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Khan fell in the pit. He found this feeling underwhelming, stupid and degrading to the intellect of even a child. Only a stupid American four year old would ever enjoy this. But he was still shaken and shocked from the whole incident with the TARDIS and he held the Master without a question, helping out the Doctor. Right now was not the time to debate with the mysterious man.
by Ende » Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:09 pm
by Nightkill the Emperor » Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:22 pm
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Astrolinium » Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:26 pm
by Nationstatelandsville » Thu Dec 06, 2012 8:47 pm
Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Khan slung the Master over his back, running down after the Doctor in some confusion. In a brief second he realised the old man had deliberately spoken calmly to him because he wouldn't mind Khan dying. This actually rather pissed Khan off and he was almost ready to drop the Master to the ground, but refrained. He had some small morals, and letting an innocent man die because of spite violated a few.
So he was right behind the Doctor. "Where the hell are we going?" he barked out in Hindi, under some stress. The TARDIS would generally translate for everyone, but who knew how damaged that was. To Khan's probable surprise, the Doctor spoke all languages anyway so it was a moot point.
Khan's leg was burning with pain now that it had been a while since he had had his medication and he had been put through a lot of physical stress lately. But he kept himself together and contented himself with a death glare toward the Doctor's back.
by Nightkill the Emperor » Fri Dec 07, 2012 5:45 pm
Nationstatelandsville wrote:Nightkill the Emperor wrote:Khan slung the Master over his back, running down after the Doctor in some confusion. In a brief second he realised the old man had deliberately spoken calmly to him because he wouldn't mind Khan dying. This actually rather pissed Khan off and he was almost ready to drop the Master to the ground, but refrained. He had some small morals, and letting an innocent man die because of spite violated a few.
So he was right behind the Doctor. "Where the hell are we going?" he barked out in Hindi, under some stress. The TARDIS would generally translate for everyone, but who knew how damaged that was. To Khan's probable surprise, the Doctor spoke all languages anyway so it was a moot point.
Khan's leg was burning with pain now that it had been a while since he had had his medication and he had been put through a lot of physical stress lately. But he kept himself together and contented himself with a death glare toward the Doctor's back.
"Just run, you bachencod!" the Doctor snapped, "Run for your miserable life!"
The Doctor grabbed Khan's hand with his free one, giving him a genuine look of concern. This likely surprised Khan - this was hardly an affectionate feeling, of course, but one of a genuine concern for all humanity, if not all living things. It was the look of a grandfather to all, not a grandfather to Khan. That didn't change anything, of course; he'd help Khan along with the same worry that he would Stalin, but it was help all the same.
"Trust me," he pleaded, "I'm a doctor."
And then he ran.
Nat: Night's always in some bizarre state somewhere between "intoxicated enough to kill a hair metal lead singer" and "annoying Mormon missionary sober".
Swith: It's because you're so awesome. God himself refreshes the screen before he types just to see if Nightkill has written anything while he was off somewhere else.
by Astrolinium » Sat Dec 08, 2012 6:57 am
by Len Hyet » Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:44 am
by Nationstatelandsville » Sat Dec 08, 2012 9:57 am
Len Hyet wrote:The Master's eyes snapped open, and he promptly twisted until he fell off of the back of Mister Khan. He shook his head and looked at the odd group, before raising a single eyebrow and dusting off his clothes, or what were left of them after the torture. His right hand shook slightly at the thought, something that would never leave him.
"Well Doctor, It would appear you have assembled a rather motley crew. Tell me.. no wait I don't want to know." He sniffed the air.
"Naxalene?" He guessed.
"Which would mean..." He pivoted slightly and looked up.
"Raxicoricofallipatorious."
He nodded.
"Now Doctor, be a dear and catch me."
The Master's legs crumpled as he fell towards the ground.
by Len Hyet » Sat Dec 08, 2012 10:05 am
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