NLoT: Strange Allies (Jenny, Master, Phantom)

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(OOC: Continued from HERE)



"Did they honestly believe we would all just stay there and let them arrest us?"

"I rather think they did believe just that,"

“Well I guess they were wrong weren’t they,” Jenny said, wondering just who they really were, or these two for that matter. But one thing was for sure. No more accepting mysterious invitations from people she didn’t know.

And then it happened,

"Attention, unidentified TARDIS," a stern voice said over the communications array. "Power down your Time Rotor and defensive screens, and prepare to be boarded. By order of the Lord President and the High Council, you are duly charged to submit to Law"

“Yes, definitely time for some evasive maneuvers and some offensive maneuvers might not be out of place, though I doubt this thing comes with much in the way of fire power.” She said, making her way quickly to the main control panel along with everyone else.

[Koschei]

“Yes, definitely time for some evasive maneuvers and some offensive maneuvers might not be out of place, though I doubt this thing comes with much in the way of fire power.” She said, making her way quickly to the main control panel along with everyone else.

The Master stared at the console. "Your assessment is sound," he agreed. "No weapon systems at all."

"I deactivated the isomorphic controls for now, Kos," said the Phantom. "It'll be easier to fly with more then one pilot and I'm sure she'll help you out."

He gave her a peculiar look. "Fascinating. Most Time Lords would have locked the controls down, rather than give me access. You'll have to explain how we know one another, one of these days."

All six mechadendrites emerged from the vents in his clothing as he began studying the unfamiliar console setup. "I can do this," he muttered. Then he looked up at Jenny. "What experience do you have operating a TARDIS?"

The Phantom signed off from taunting the unknown Time Lords. "Let's get going shall we?"

"Yes," the Master agreed, a hint of electronic distortion in his voice. "I rather like your idea of leading them into a new sun." He began keying in coordinates. "I propose that we jump backwards, about 4.6 billion years, and lose them in the shock of the local stellar ignition."

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“Yes, definitely time for some evasive maneuvers and some offensive maneuvers might not be out of place, though I doubt this thing comes with much in the way of fire power.” She said, making her way quickly to the main control panel along with everyone else.

The Master stared at the console. "Your assessment is sound," he agreed. "No weapon systems at all."

"No. No weapon systems... However she can break through a temporal distortion grid." Maria explained quietly, as she flipped a switch on the console.

He gave her a peculiar look. "Fascinating. Most Time Lords would have locked the controls down, rather than give me access. You'll have to explain how we know one another, one of these days."

She couldn't help herself from grinning as a memory of their first meeting came to mind. "One of these days, yes... Or you could just be patience and wait a bit."

"Yes," the Master agreed, a hint of electronic distortion in his voice. "I rather like your idea of leading them into a new sun."

"Glad you do." The Phantom checked the console's monitor.

He began keying in coordinates. "I propose that we jump backwards, about 4.6 billion years, and lose them in the shock of the local stellar ignition."

"Agreed. If that doesn't work, we could try several jumps within a few second by finding a wormhole... Possibly.." She looked to both Kos and Jenny. "If your plan doesn't lose them. And I rather lose them with your plan then going through a few wormholes to get away."

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“What experience do you have operating a TARDIS?”

Instant recall. Jenny thought for only a second. As she Looked through hundreds of years of memories and data.

“Over 900 years,” Jenny stated simply as she went to the opposite side of the console to oversee the controls over there. Jenny remembered that her father’s TARDIS was also rather weaponless, which seemed like a suicidal lack considering how many people seemed to want him dead.

Jenny looked up from the controls at the sound of the man’s name again, Kos. She gave the man a hard, penetrating look, “Koschei.” It wasn’t a question; it was more of a confirmation to herself. Koschei was also present in those memories, as a dark evil, a haunting presence, and a person surrounded my much sorrow, sadness and regret.

Jenny gave a little shake of her head and turned her attention fully back to the controls.

[Koschei]

All six mechadendrites emerged from the vents in his clothing as he began studying the unfamiliar console setup. "I can do this," he muttered. Then he looked up at Jenny. "What experience do you have operating a TARDIS?"

The blonde hybrid - Jenny - didn't bat an eye. “Over 900 years,” she answered. Then she added “Koschei.”

"Master," the cyborg corrected, the electronic reverb in his voice becoming slightly more pronounced. "My name is the Master."

The Phantom signed off from taunting the unknown Time Lords. "Let's get going shall we?"

"Yes," the Master agreed, "I rather like your idea of leading them into a new sun." He began keying in coordinates. "I propose that we jump backwards, about 4.6 billion years, and lose them in the shock of the local stellar ignition."

"Agreed. If that doesn't work, we could try several jumps within a few second by finding a wormhole... Possibly.." She looked to both Kos and Jenny. "If your plan doesn't lose them. And I rather lose them with your plan then going through a few wormholes to get away."

"Right, then," the Master agreed, mechanical tentacles arching out over the console. "Let us begin..."

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The Phantom's TARDIS hurtled through the Time Vortex, pursued by the TARDISes of unknown make. Demands and power beams of unknown type were hurled at them, but here the genius of the Phantom's peculiar request to have the Master fly the TARDIS proved its worth. The ship staggered and lurched under his less-than-expert guidance, making pursuit more difficult than would have been expected.

Soon enough, the time rotor began its materialization sequence. "Lay in a course towards the center of the stellar nebula, as soon as we materialize," the Master ordered. "We want them spread out when they chase us."

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Soon enough, the time rotor began its materialization sequence. "Lay in a course towards the center of the stellar nebula, as soon as we materialize," the Master ordered. "We want them spread out when they chase us."

Maria practically ran around her TARDIS console, flipping up a blue handled lever. "On it." She replied as she set the coordinates towards the center of the stellar nebula.

"It's all set up, Kos-chei." She sounded out the syllables of his name, before adding. "You know I actually prefer Koschei, in comparison to The Master. It sounds less... Kinky."

Phantom turned towards the young blond timelord, and asked."Hey blondie, what do you call yourself?" She figured it be best to at least know the girl's name.

Her TARDIS lurched harshly, as if being stubborn at what was going on. "Oh come on, enough of this Temper tantrum. Technically he has driven you before, and you didn't have a problem with it then. So suck it up, and let's loose these pathetic excuses for Timelords." The Phantom argued with her TARDIS's console. Annoyed with all what was going on. "After this is over we can all take a break.. Hopefully..."

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"It's all set up, Kos-chei." She sounded out the syllables of his name, before adding. "You know I actually prefer Koschei, in comparison to The Master. It sounds less... Kinky."

Concentrating on the console, the Master ignored her.

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The Phantom's TARDIS hurtled through the stellar nebula, the space-time interface module buffeted by thick clouds of hydrogen gas and small clumps of of debris. At the heart of the nebula - their destination - the collapsing mass of the central core was glowing dully.

"Excellent," the Master rasped. "We've arrived well within the tolerances of what we needed."

Beams of strange energy lashed out from the pursuing TARDISes. There were no demands now. Or, more correctly, they heard none. The Master had shut the communications array down some time ago.

"Nearly there..." he whispered, eying the readouts. "Nearly there..."

A shockwave buffeted the TARDIS, sending it spinning crazily. At the core of the protoplanetary disk, fusion had begun. The shockwave of the sudden explosion hurled a shell of hydrogen plasma in an expanding bubble away from the newborn star. As if throwing a tantrum, the shockwave was followed by intense jets of radiation.

None of it was a threat to a TARDIS, of course. But the chaos scrambled sensors, made it difficult (if not impossible) to determine what was going on anywhere.

Laughing, the Master plunged the Phantom's TARDIS into the core of the newborn star.