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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Jan 4, 2012 16:32:13 GMT -5
(OOC: Continued from NLoT: Deadly Ground.) Mutter's Spiral
The Scutum–Centaurus Arm
The RSGC1 Open Cluster
A planet orbiting in the goldilocks zone of a red supergiant Ramachulainn threw a final effort into turning the crank handle of the emergency door release. "Neverland?" he asked, with a grunt. "Maybe you shouldn't have said that on an open channel, my Lord President." The escape from the ballroom and from the impossible Chancellary Guardsmen had not gone smoothly. Two TARDISes of unknown type - and that should have been impossible - had converged on Flynn's capsule, demanding they surrender. Heated words had been exchanged, and the two tiny, unknown TARDISes had demonstrated that they had a bite that matched their bark. Their enemies had deployed weapons of noetic force and dark energy, badly wounding their TARDIS before Flynn had executed a series of maneuvers of breathtaking insanity and thrown them randomly across the disc of Mutter's Spiral. Now, materialized on a planet that was - almost literally - on the far edge of nowhere, they were operating on minimum power. Flynn's TARDIS would need nearly all of its reserves to heal. And so, Ramachulainn was manually cranking the door open. It was his first time off Dirt (or was it translated Earth) since the end of the Time War, his first time in seven hundred subjective years. He had no regrets about what he had done - he had sworn his Duty to the Specialist, after all - but he still wanted to have a look around. The door creaked open enough for a Time Lord to squeeze through, and Ramachulainn stuck his head through the gap. Outside, the swollen system primary colored everything like blood. Black grasses swayed in a hot, humid wind, and stands of trees with ebony leaves and trunks of dull silver clustered in copses. "Well," he said. "This isn't too bad..." |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2012 14:26:57 GMT -5
"This isn't Neverland!" He raced out. "We were meant to be in Neverland! Wait!" He lets out a Galifreyian swear. "Those fools attacked my TARDIS! We could be anywhere, any when, even a different reality what with My TARDIS' survivial circuits."
"We need to find out where we are!"
He bends over and grabs a hand full of the grass and places it in his mouth. He chews for about five seconds before spitting it out and wiping his tongue.
"Well, It's not Neverland..."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2012 0:07:35 GMT -5
Her ever constant search for the Doctor, Phoenix had been hunting ever since she missed the opportunity that Gallifrey burned and ended up Time Locked. Adamant had detected TARDIS readings. Phoenix's eyes lit up. TARDIS didn't just pop up like flowers out of the ground anymore. This had to be worth investigating, she had made a solumn vow to Lord Rassilon that she would kill The Doctor and even if it took all her lives to do it, she would. Lord Rassilon would be avenged for the death of Gallifrey and being forever Time Locked. Her TARDIS, Adamant had dematerialized and Phoenix double checked to make sure the planet was at least habitable, according to the readings it stated that it had breathable atmosphere, although the gravity might be a bit interesting. It wasn't like she was going to go floating off but the gravity seemed a bit dense. It would make running, or doing any sort of physical activity a bit more interesting.
Phoenix mused lightly to herself, "I should have picked this place to do endurance training on."
She carefully opened the door to Adamant and began to look from the confines of the door. "Doesn't look like much of a planet though." She looked at the black grasses blowing in a hot humid wind. The bleak blackness of trees and silvery ashen bark. It didn't look like anything could live here, but if it did, Phoenix didn't want to take a wild guess at what it looked like. She ran her fingers through reddish black sand and let it sift through her fingers, she wondered idelly if their was any bacteria in the soil let alone any other form of life here.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jan 16, 2012 15:25:25 GMT -5
Iris Wildthyme’s TARDIS – in its usual guise as the number 22, double-decker London Routemaster bus to Putney Commons - suddenly materialized on this new world, parking itself underneath the shade of a rather lovely, large silvery tree. Rather than go invisible, this TARDIS retained its red double-decker bus-form, as the TARDIS felt that the red of the bus and the black of the tires would somehow look quite pretty against the planet’s primarily red and black features. She was a bit vain, this TARDIS…
A somewhat drunkish Time Lady with blonde hair, delicate bone structure, and a fantastic designer gold, metallic trench coat and a pair of rather dark sunglasses stepped out of the front door of the ‘bus’ and clicked a button on a key fob that locked its doors, much like that of a present-day automobile on Earth.
When she saw the black grass and the barren, silvery trees – not to mention the red-black sand - Iris thought that her vision must be playing tricks on her. Afterall, booze tended to do that to a person… So, she slid her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose and looked around again – and saw the same bleak landscape.
It was hot, and Iris was thirsty… She sort of wished she’d brought her gin and tonic with her…
“Ugh… Why couldn’t she have found a pretty planet for us? Every time I put her on auto-pilot, I wind up somewhere odd…” Iris muttered.
And then, she saw a couple of men off in the distance, one of which had been chewing on the black grass.
And… Was that a TARDIS with them?
“Oi – doesn’t taste like black licorice, does it?” Iris called out to the man who’d tried chewing on the black grass, as she made her slow approach – the gravity here was much different than on her favored planet of Earth.
Iris hadn’t yet seen the other person who’d just arrived…
“I’ve got some absinthe on my TARDIS, though, if you’re looking for that particular flavor,” she teased, finally having reached them.
“Goodness! I’m terribly sorry… I feel like I must somehow know you two…” Iris said, trailing off as she remembered her manners. “I’m Iris Wildthyme – and, you are?”
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Jan 18, 2012 15:08:49 GMT -5
“Oi – doesn’t taste like black licorice, does it?”
Ramachulainn spun, hand blurring towards his holster and leveling his stazer in the direction of the voice in a single fluid motion. There, about fifty yards away - near an incongruous motor vehicle - was a blond woman in a coat of metallic gold. For a split second his hearts seemed to skip a beat, before he realized the voice and form were not those of the slim, manic woman that still haunted his dreams.
Get a grip, he told himself, angrily. She died with Gallifrey.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
If she registered the weapon, she gave it no notice as she wobbled towards them. “I’ve got some absinthe on my TARDIS, though, if you’re looking for that particular flavor."
She didn't seem dangerous, but he didn't holster the weapon. "You have a TARDIS?" he asked, slightly incredulous. "Really? Who are you?"
“Goodness! I’m terribly sorry… I feel like I must somehow know you two…” Iris said, trailing off as she remembered her manners. “I’m Iris Wildthyme – and, you are?”
"Ramachulainn," he replied, holstering his pistol. She didn't seem dangerous, and he was confident he could handle her if she was. "What brings you to... to..." he gestured with his left hand, "to wherever this is?"
Unnoticed, glittering red eyes watched from the nearby copse of silver trees. The glittering became brigher as the eyes focused on the two TARDISes, and a harsh metallic clicking could be heard.
(OOC: Sorry I didn't mention you in the post, Phoenix. I'm not certain where you are in relation to Flynn's TARDIS, so feel free to drop yourself in anywhere.)
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2012 22:18:39 GMT -5
(ooc: Hey no problem I meant to be a bit obscure because I didn't intend to come right upon the scene anyway)
Phoenix looked ahead in the distance and thought she saw the glint of something. She narrowed her eyes was that a TARDIS? She dug in her pocket and took out a pair of binoculars and her hearts sank. none of the TARDIS were in the shape of that TARDIS design she had memorized, the one of a blue Police Box. Adamant, her TARDIS looked like well like a pillar of white crystalline crystal. She kicked the reddish black dust with a bit of disgust. She really should just leave. She didn't want to deal with any of her race. Her race was dead and part of her was just as dead. She felt empty inside their was nothing left to her but a vow of revenge. She licked her lips, dry, leathery and tasteless. In many respects she felt the same way inside, dry, leathery and tasteless. Perhaps.....a wicked and evil thought crossed her mind of ending her life and not finishing her task, she could just fade away and ignore regeneration. For truly in the first time in her existence, Phoenix felt tired and....old and part of her really did want to embrace non-existence. and then the twinge of pain hit her that took her breath away.
"Not again...." muttered Phoenix. She was trapped, trapped by her loyalty to Rassilon and her duty to kill the Doctor. And then what would happen to her if she did find the Doctor and she did kill him, then what? There was an emptiness to that question as to the wind that blew across this nearly barren land. But Phoenix knew the answer, she would be forever cursed to wander, forever separated from her Lord and from her people.
She suddenly laughed and screamed out loud, "I curse you.......do you hear me? I curse you. You have made my life unending and weary. " She laughed manically. "Damn you LORD RASSILON...."
The pain filled her to her very being and she didn't care anymore. The pain felt like exquisite fire and burned but Phoenix made the pain hers and seemed to enjoy it at this time. Maybe she would die or maybe she'd end up in a coma at this rate she didn't care anymore and she fell over in a dead faint. But the Time Lady felt contented in the darkness that promised her something better than the weariness she now felt.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jan 22, 2012 0:56:17 GMT -5
"What brings you to... to..." he gestured with his left hand, "to wherever this is?"
Iris smiled and shrugged her shoulder. "Nothing in particular... I just set my TARDIS on auto-pilot, tossed back a few drinks, and then BAM! I was here," she divulged nonchalantly. "Wherever here is..." Iris added, as her eyes flickered over their surroundings again.
"And what about you, Ramachulainn? What brings you to this place?" Iris asked, curious as to why anyone would want to come here on purpose. It looked so boring! Though... The silvery trees were kind of pretty, actually...
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Jan 22, 2012 10:34:23 GMT -5
Iris smiled and shrugged her shoulder. "Nothing in particular... I just set my TARDIS on auto-pilot, tossed back a few drinks, and then BAM! I was here," she divulged nonchalantly. "Wherever here is..." Iris added, as her eyes flickered over their surroundings again.
"In other words, you're as lost as we are." He shook his head, disbelievingly.
"And what about you, Ramachulainn? What brings you to this place?" Iris asked.
He gestured over his shoulder at the crippled TARDIS. "That," he said dryly. He held his deadpan expression for a moment, then continued. "We were attacked. By Time Lords, piloting a completely unknown model of TARDIS."
He looked back at the damaged TARDIS in time to see smoke belch out of the open door. Flynn gave a brief cry of distress and squeezed back inside.
"Time Lords from a world where the Master is Chancellary Castellan, apparently."
A shrill buzzing scream emitted from the nearest copse of silver trees. Ramachulainn spun, and saw a pack of mechanical creatures, like some hybrid of wolf and grasshopper, emerge and streak towards them. He thought quickly, realized that they would be on him before he could get to Flynn's TARDIS and squeeze through the door...
He grabbed Iris by the wrist. "Run!" he shouted, racing towards a nearby outcropping of rock.
Behind them, the creatures clicked and buzzed for their blood.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2012 11:19:14 GMT -5
The smell of blood caused Phoenix to wake up suddenly to find some sort of hybrid type animal it's teeth sinking into her arm and drawing blood, her blood. How could she be such an idiot passing out on an unknown planet? She wound her legs around the animal's mid-section and began to twist her body around attempting to get the animal to let go of her arm. Although that probably wasn't such a bright idea, well it did get the animal to let go, but not without taking a big gash of her arm in the process.
Phoenix let out a mad-blood curdling scream of pain. She fumbled around for her sonic disruptor and fired at it creating a hole within it's chest. Phoenix's eyes glinted with a similar blood-lust and survivalist mentality, as she lunged forward and reached into the cavity of the animal, unafraid and proceeded to pull hard into the internal extremities of the creature. The creature let out a yelp of pain as Phoenix managed to squeeze hard enough to cause the creature to die.
Phoenix let out a brief sigh as her fight to survive had ended but her arm didn't look so great. She ripped a piece of her clothing and proceeded to bandage her arm and began to apply pressure to the wound to staunch blood flow. But she looked around her to find more of the creatures coming seeming to be drawn by the sent of her blood.
Phoenix glared at them with the same wild animalistic look they gave her and she proceeded to growl and show her teeth. She decided to stand her ground, she knew from experience that some wild animals occasionally backed down from a fight if you showed you were even more dangerous than they were.
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jan 23, 2012 19:09:58 GMT -5
"In other words, you're as lost as we are."
Iris gave a bit of a roll of her eyes and sighed. “I’m not overly fond of the word, ‘lost’…”
"And what about you, Ramachulainn? What brings you to this place?" Iris asked.
When Ramachulainn pointed to the injured TARDIS, Iris’ eyes went wide. The poor old girl was hurt! “Oh, no!” she gasped, immediately reminded of the day she found HER TARDIS on Gallifrey, just outside the city… broken and abandoned. Even though she hadn’t been involved, Iris couldn’t help but want to aid this injured TARDIS and her passengers.
"We were attacked. By Time Lords, piloting a completely unknown model of TARDIS."
Iris turned back to Ramachulainn and gaped, much like the drunken fool she tended to be. “What?” she demanded.
The TARDIS gave a great puff of black smoke, and the other man looked frantic and popped back inside, presumably, to try to fix something…
Iris repeated her question, looking a bit less like an idiot. “What?!?!”
"Time Lords from a world where the Master is Chancellary Castellan, apparently."
“WHAT?!?!” Iris demanded, alarm in her eyes, now…
How could the Master have wound up in ANY position of power on the Council? Iris was stymied. This sounded baaaaad…
Before Iris’ question could be answered, they were set upon by some mechanical monsters – Iris thought of them as sort-of-steampunk versions of a ‘wolf-hopper’ – she rather liked that term…
And then Iris felt her wrist grabbed up by the man she’d just met and heard him order her to Run! Her legs and feet obeyed and scurried off with Ramachulainn, eventually taking shelter behind a large, outcropping rock.
The wolf-hoppers sounded angry…
“What the hell are those things?” Iris gasped, leaning with her back against the rock. She felt quite put-out that she’d just had to run for her life.
If she would have known that THIS was going to happen, she wouldn’t have drunk so much… And she would have also worn more sensible shoes.
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Jan 23, 2012 21:45:46 GMT -5
“What the hell are those things?” Iris gasped, leaning with her back against the rock.
"Aggressive," Ramachulainn answered, drawing his stazer and checking the settings. Full power. Good.
He peered around the rock, carefully watching the things mill about. "Some sort of feral cyberform, I think. Looks like organic tissue under the metal. Sight hunters as well - minimal sense of smell, the way they're milling about."
A grin. "I think we're safe here."
The creatures all seemed to react to his last words, turning in the direction of their shelter.
"Or not."
He brought up his pistol, setting it to median output as he did. It would crack a Dalek's casing open, so it should work against...
There was a deep, droning sound, and the cyberforms... wolf-hoppers... whatever they were, they stopped and looked around. A second deep, droning sound, and they bayed off in its direction.
"That's a... sonic disruptor," he said. "I'd bet on it. A Gallifreyan weapon. There's another Time Lord out there, and he's about to be in a world of hurt."
He eyed Iris speculatively. "You any good with a blade?"
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Post by Iris Wildthyme on Jan 25, 2012 4:03:48 GMT -5
Iris was just getting comfortable when her companion mentioned that the cyberforms were heading their way, and that their current shelter wasn’t going to remain ‘safe’ for very long. Iris pouted, but she still managed to stand at the ready.
“Any good with a blade?” Iris repeated as her lips curled up into a grin. “Why, I daresay I’m quite excellent with a blade; though, I haven’t had to use one – other than for fencing - in quite some time…” she divulged with a slight shrug. “Though, I haven’t one on me, I’m afraid…” Iris went on, peering unsuccessfully though the pockets of her trench coat for a sword. “Nope… No sword.”
“All that aside, I agree – we ought to find and help this Time Lord, and I don’t think that he’s very far from here,” Iris said, agreeing with Ramachulainn as she tuned her ears to the familiar sound of a Sonic Disruptor. “We’d best hurry, before those… those things find him first…” Iris said, emphasizing her disgust when she said the word ‘things’. She was ready to go.
“And if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to give your TARDIS a tow – wherever you need to go,” Iris also volunteered. “I’ve got a special tow-strap in mine for just such an occasion,” Iris added, not wanting to forget about the TARDIS that looked to be in bad shape.
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Post by Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow on Jan 25, 2012 10:02:55 GMT -5
“Any good with a blade?” Iris repeated as her lips curled up into a grin. “Why, I daresay I’m quite excellent with a blade; though, I haven’t had to use one – other than for fencing - in quite some time…” she divulged with a slight shrug. “Though, I haven’t one on me, I’m afraid…” Iris went on, peering unsuccessfully though the pockets of her trench coat for a sword. “Nope… No sword.”
There was a time when he'd probably have been irritated by that sort of display. But times change, and people change, and he merely chuckled instead. "Here," he said, undoing his swordbelt and handing it over. "It's not much of a fencing blade, but it should serve you well."
It was a long, straight-bladed sword, slightly over three feet in length and about four inches wide for most of that span. The hilt was wrapped in rough leather and wire, and the guard was a simple cross-shape.
“All that aside, I agree – we ought to find and help this Time Lord, and I don’t think that he’s very far from here,” Iris said, agreeing with Ramachulainn as she tuned her ears to the familiar sound of a Sonic Disruptor. “We’d best hurry, before those… those things find him first…” Iris said, emphasizing her disgust when she said the word ‘things’.
Ramachulainn nodded agreement, then peered around the rock again. "For the moment, then, I propose that we follow the... we need a name for them. 'Cyberforms' is a mouthful. But, whatever, we follow them and let them find the Time Lord for us. And then we rescue him or her, and turn our attention to getting away from here."
Quietly, he slid out frm behind the rock and began to follow the baying machine creatures.
“And if you’d like, I’d be more than happy to give your TARDIS a tow – wherever you need to go,” Iris also volunteered. “I’ve got a special tow-strap in mine for just such an occasion.”
"She's not my TARDIS," Ramachulainn answered, "but - assuming Flynn thinks she's safe to move - that sounds like a tremendously good idea."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 1:39:57 GMT -5
Phoenix felt light headed, blood loss was getting to her. Ironic as it seemed, she might get her death wish after all.
She growled lightly, "Come on...." She hissed at the creatures, "I haven't got all day."
And then all of them and her lunged at each other. It was probably disastrous as it was but Phoenix rarely ran from a fight. Death came from her as it came from them. She found herself killing some of them with her distruptor as well as teeth biting into her. But this was different than the pain she received from disobedience, this pain brought out an animalistic furor and blood lust to her. She was in a battle to the death and getting the worst end of it and her adrenaline was so pumped.....she was unaware of it all.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 13:34:17 GMT -5
The doors to Flynn's TARDIS flew open, he emerged wearing Power Armor he aquired from an alternate universe, he wielded a large Minigun. He whistled, to get the cyberforms' attention. "Hey! Hey, you scrapyard rejects! Pick on someone who can actually pose a threat!" He opened fire, the bullets spraying everywhere.  |
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