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 Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 1:46 pm
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Jenkins! They’ve killed Jenkins! was the first thought to cross River’s mind when she saw the TARDIS.
“RE-PORT!” ordered the Dalek leader to the party bringing the TARDIS.
“ALIEN VESSEL IS SECURE,” replied the first of the incoming Daleks. “CONVERSION BEGINNING. TIME LORD CAPSULE AVAILABLE FOR EXAMINATION.”
The null-grav sled halted a couple meters from where the Doctor was standing. Six Daleks levitated the TARDIS off the sled and set it on the floor. River glanced at the Doctor’s face; his teeth were clenched and his brows drawn together in an expression that River was sure predicted utter and complete destruction for the Daleks.
“Can you hear me?”
River started. It had been the Doctor’s voice–but inside her head.
“River, can you hear me? Is the thought-mail on-line?”
“Yes, I can hear you Doctor, but how . . .”
“This room is radiation shielded. Has to be, or their equipment wouldn’t work. Now I’m going to take off my gloves. Don’t watch, or they’ll notice. Follow my lead, and when I say run, follow me. Oh, by the way, I take it back–these Daleks are stupid!”
Once the TARDIS was resting firmly on the ground, the Dalek leader ordered the ones who had been transporting it: “JOIN OUR FORCES AT THE EXCAVATION SITE. ASSIST IN THE EXTERMINATION OF THE HUMANS.”
“WE OBEY,” the dozen newcomers answered as they turned and glided out of the room.
The lead Dalek turned back to the Doctor. “YOU WILL OPEN THE CAPSULE, OR THE FEMALE DIES.”
“Oh, I don’t think so,” said the Doctor, almost carelessly. “You see, you’ve just made a number of fatal tactical mistakes, the worst of which was, you’ve made me angry. I liked Abernathy Jenkins. And Sideshow Bob.”
River noticed that the Doctor’s gloves were off and his right hand was moving toward the tool pouch of his spacesuit.
“Do you have any idea,” the Doctor continued, “how hard it is to find someone who has actually seen every single Treehouse of Terror episode? And can discuss them intelligently?”
“IRRELEVANT!” said the lead Dalek. “YOU WILL COMPLY . . .”
“THE DOCTOR IS ATTEMPTING A DIVERSION,” said the second Dalek. “EXTERMINATE HIM!”
“NO, HE WILL COMPLY!”
“You know, they should’ve put you in charge of this lot,” said the Doctor, nodding to the second Dalek. “But, they didn’t. Instead you’ve got thick-shell here,” he gestured to the lead Dalek, “and he’s dumber than a box of rocks. I’m going to defeat you just like THAT.”
With his left hand, the Doctor snapped his fingers and with his right he pulled an explosive charge from his suit and flung it into the wiring connected to the monitor systems.
“RUN! Now!” shouted the Doctor’s voice in River’s mind as he dove to the floor to avoid a plasma bolt fired off by the Dalek second-in-command. River followed suit, realizing that the Dalek scouts behind them would have difficulty shooting at them without hitting their superiors.
The door of the TARDIS miraculously swung open and the Doctor scrambled toward it, followed closely by River. Meanwhile, the bomb the Doctor had thrown into the wiring went off, filling most of the room with a fireball that engulfed the Dalek leader before he could finish screaming “EXTERMIN . . .”
River flung herself through the TARDIS doors as the Doctor leapt for the console and slammed the doors shut behind her. “That was close,” he said, darting from control to control, turning knobs and flipping switches. “Oh, River, for future reference, don’t ever let anyone discharge a weapon into the TARDIS from outside. I’ve got a weapons suppression system in here, but if someone fires in through the doorway, it overloads it and the whole thing goes off-line. Found that out the hard way about five regenerations ago . . .”
He paused a moment in thought. “Has it really been that long? That many lives? I have been careless, haven’t I?” He switched on the exterior viewscreen, to be met with a sight of burning wreckage and half-melted Dalek casings. “Wow,” he said, “that’s almost better than Dorothy’s deodorant!”
“What?” gasped River, pulse and mind racing.
“Long story, tell you later,” said the Doctor. “Meanwhile, hold that button there, no that one . . .”
River pressed the button.
The Doctor pulled a lever and the column in the center of the console began wheezing. “We’ve got to get to the dig site, help the rest of the team,” he said.
“How,” gasped River, trying to catch her breath, “how did you do that? Open the TARDIS doors, I mean.”
“Oh, like this,” said the Doctor, miming finger-snapping.
“You just snap your fingers, and the doors open?”
“Apparently so. Not that she was designed to work like that, but we’ve been together so long, I suspect we’re telepathically linked more closely that most capsules to their pilots.” He dashed a quarter-lap around the console and pushed another lever. The TARDIS shuddered to a halt. “Remember, you can’t shoot in here, and don’t shoot through the doorway. Come on.” The doctor snapped his fingers again, and the door opened.
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 2:40 pm
eek eek
Oooh, is this when she sees him snap his fingers to open the Tardis for the first time? smile
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Posted: Tue Dec 16, 2008 7:39 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 7:02 am
Ceribri
eek eek
Oooh, is this when she sees him snap his fingers to open the Tardis for the first time? smile
Well, she seemed to think it was normal for him to do it, and he did try it once and it worked, so I figured, what the heck? And how nice of the Daleks to just bring him the TARDIS like that. mrgreen They really are stupid . . .
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 10:19 am
It's a dirty job, but someone has to do it:
They had landed next to the Rover. “Get inside!” the Doctor called, punting a naked Dalek that had tried to crawl into the TARDIS. “Leave the Rover!”
River pushed out past the Doctor and, seeing that half her students were still pre-occupied with shooting at a small cluster of armored Daleks, leapt up onto the Rover and joined them, blasting one of the armored forms as RayQuan and Juan took out its fellows.
“By the way, very nice job with the munitions, RayQuan,” said River. “All right, everyone, you heard the Doctor, we’ll have to leave the Rover. Get into the TARDIS, now, while we’ve only got the crawlies to fight–there’s a dozen more big shooters on their way up from below, be here any moment!”
“All of us into that box?” asked Megan.
“Yes, into the box. Trust me, we’ll fit.” River laid down a burst of fire that scorched and withered a mass of crawlers heading towards the TARDIS, then helped Summer and Megan lift Sally down from the Rover’s cargo bed.
“Oh, my goodness,” said River when she saw what had happened to the leg of Sally’s suit.
“Quick, get her in here!” cried the Doctor, who was kneeling in the TARDIS doorway, brandishing his sonic screwdriver at the Daleks as if he were warding vampires with a cross. “I’ve found a frequency that hurts these little guys, but when the big ones turn up . . .”
“Don’t need to tell us twice, Sweetie,” said River, helping Kitty down from the Rover. “RayQuan, where’s Po?”
“They got him,” said Juan grimly, taking a pot shot at a couple more crawling Daleks and leaping down from the Rover.
RayQuan dropped his gun and jumped from the opposite side of the Rover.
“RayQuan, where are you going?” River cried, though she was pretty sure she knew what he was doing.
Summer, Megan and Kitty half-carried, half-dragged Sally’s limp, unconscious body into the TARDIS. Juan kept firing into the ruins. RayQuan knelt and lifted Po’s corpse from the ground, slinging it over his shoulder and carrying it back to the TARDIS. Juan went in after him, and River followed once her party were aboard.
The Doctor kicked one last Dalek out of the doorway as River pulled the lever to close the doors.
“All right, let’s regroup,” said River. To her surprise, the Doctor took off his helmet and began removing his spacesuit.
“Automatic decontamination,” he said by way of explanation. “The TARDIS’s already absorbed all the radiation we’ve brought in.”
“Well then, helmets off,” said River. “Kitty, what’s happened to Sally? Is she wounded? And Po–you said they’d got him. Shot?”
Juan nodded, taking off his helmet and dashing tears from his eyes. “Yep. They shot him up. Lit him up . . .”
“You, you could see right through him,” added Summer, voice quavering.
The Doctor was kneeling beside Po’s body. “I’m sorry, all. He took a direct hit, like History Bob. Nothing anyone could do. Let me see Sally. Was she shot?”
“No,” said Kitty, “they tore open her suit and got at her that way . . .”
On the other side of the room, Megan removed her helmet and promptly vomited.
“Oh, dear,” said River, rushing to support the sick girl.
“I hate taking students Dalek hunting,” the Doctor muttered under his breath. “Never though I’d have to . . .” He helped Kitty finish removing Sally’s spacesuit and examined the young woman’s leg. Her trousers were torn, her skin was red and blistered from exposure to the radiation of Ghehenna, and, worst of all, she had a deep puncture wound in her upper thigh. The flesh around the wound was an ominous purple-black hue, and ugly red streaks were spreading up and down her leg.
“Whatever they wounded her with, she’s been poisoned,” said the Doctor. “We’ve got to get her into stasis before it spreads. Kitty, I’ve got a stasis bed, three doors down the hall, on the right. Gentlemen, if you could help . . .”
RayQuan and Juan lifted Sally and, with Kitty following, carried her down the hall.
The Doctor returned to the console and began darting back and forth, fussing with the controls. “River, I’m going to take off, and then broadcast a pulse to set off the charges in the crater.”
“Ah!” cried Megan, covering her ears as the engines geared up.
“What is that thing?” Summer asked, pointing to the column rising in the center of the console. “And is it supposed to sound like that?”
“That,” said the Doctor, “is the Time Rotor of a Type Forty Capsule, and she’s over a million years old, so, yes, she sounds like that normally.”
“Over a million years . . .” said Summer in an awed voice.
“Yes, she’s quite the antique . . . don’t take that the wrong way, he whispered to an instrument panel. “The craft you were excavating out there was much newer–only a couple hundred thousand years on her when she died, poor thing. Used to take us over a thousand years to grow a TARDIS, you know. A Dalek cruiser could be built in a matter of weeks. Strange as it sounds, we just flat ran out of time.”
“What now?” said River. “Are we leaving Ghehenna?”
“Oh, no,” said the Doctor. “I want to to go back to the Lupine. For one thing, I don’t want the Daleks to have her. You heard what they said about “conversion”–they’re already fitting her to leave. For another, did you notice how the returning attack party said nothing about exterminating any crew when they took the ship?”
“That’s right,” said River, face brightening. “Do you think they might still be alive?”
“If they had the sense to hide from the Daleks instead of trying to fight them, yes,” said the Doctor. “These aren’t the cleverest Daleks I’ve ever met.” He activated the viewscreen and then aimed his sonic screwdriver at an instrument on the console. On the viewscreen, River saw the excavation crater go up in a series of fireballs.
The Doctor sighed. “The cleverest Daleks I’ve ever met have always ended up realizing what a pathetic, horrid, little pack of toxic monstrosities they really are. Then they’d go mad and commit suicide. Or be murdered by their fellows for trying to instigate change.” He sighed again, an old, tired sound. “Well, back to the grind. A Time Lord’s work is never done, it seems.” emo
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Posted: Wed Dec 17, 2008 11:34 am
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Dalek decimation!! xd
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 8:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 7:06 pm
I so need to get back to this story (and the original story I've started, in which I have mentally cast DT as the lead, because even though he won't be the Doctor much longer cry I still want to think about him . . .).
However, I've got to prep for MarsCon. Will get back to this ASAP.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 10:49 am
Lookie! More story! mrgreen
“Hey, dude, you’ve been holding out on us!” said Juan, returning to the console room with RayQuan on his heels. “Why didn’t you tell us you were a Time Lord in the first place? Or did you just get a kick out of watching us sweat over the dig?”
A wave of protective feelings rose up in River’s breast, and she snapped at Juan, “We owe our lives to the Doctor! He owes us nothing! If he chooses to keep his own council, it’s because he has no desire to become a freak show! Now show him the proper respect!”
Juan rocked back on his heels. “Whoa, Professor, I was kinda kidding! I like your boyfriend . . . say, did you know he was a Time Lord when you two hooked up?”
River felt her cheeks flushing.
“Shut up, Juan,” said Megan.
“Uh, sorry, I guess that was kinda stupid . . .” began Juan.
“Shush! Everybody! Shush, shush, shush . . .” hissed the Doctor suddenly, putting his hands to his temples. “I’m thinking!” He began pacing rapid circles around the central console, muttering to himself. “What to do, what to do . . . what do they have? What do we have? What do they need? . . .”
“Can’t we call for reinforcements?” suggested Juan. The Doctor paused and gave him a withering stare. “Reinforcements?” he repeated. “From where?”
“Uh, other Time Lords?” said Juan.
“Aren’t any,” the Doctor said coldly.
“Not any? None?” asked Juan.
Megan snorted in disgust. “Hello, you moron, have you ever heard of any others? Why do you think he has to have a human girlfriend?”
“Don’t call Juan a moron!” began Summer.
“Would you all PLEASE be quiet!” demanded the Doctor. “And stop digging into my private life! This is not an episode of EastEnders!”
“What do you need us to do, Doctor?” asked River calmly. “Just give us the word.”
“We need to go back to the Lupine,” he said. “We need to find out if Bob and Jenkins are alive.”
“Do you think they might be?” asked Megan.
“There’s always a chance. And I won’t leave them behind,” he added.
“Of course not,” said River.
“Hey, this is a time machine,” said Juan. “Can’t we like, go back to this morning, tell Prof Reynolds not to wander off, and keep all this from happening?”
“No,” said the Doctor. “Just . . . No.”
“Why not?” asked Juan.
River cut in. “Because it would probably put holes in the fabric of space-time.”
“Exactly,” said the Doctor. “You see, that’s why she’s my lover. She understands things. Now, if we could just focus . . .”
Juan, who had been about to say something, shut his mouth.
The Doctor continued. “It will only take a few minutes for the Daleks to regroup, promote new leaders from within the ranks, and decide their best plan is to secure the Lupine. If we are to have any hope of taking it back, and reclaiming the artifacts in the hold, we have to move quickly. Back at their base, they talked about ‘converting’ the ship for their use. What do they need to do to it?”
“Install handicapped ramps?” suggested Juan.
“Maybe . . . maybe not,” said the Doctor. “Depends on whether or not they’ve got the miniature repulsorlifts in their casings on-line, and if they’ve got enough power to operate them. Most of them are unshelled, anyway.”
“Refit the controls for toilet plungers?” suggested Summer. “I mean, those things that look like plungers . . .”
“Nah, they can probably handle your controls with their tentacles,” the Doctor said. “And they can climb up the stairs the same way, if they need to. But they needed to convert something . . . Aha! The atmosphere! The gasses and radiation of Ghehenna that kill us keep them alive outside their shells. They need to convert the life-support system, to produce the equivalent of Ghehennan air!”
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 7:46 pm
About time! heart heart heart heart heart
Hehe, I'm so loving this banter. rofl
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Posted: Fri Jan 30, 2009 11:49 pm
YAY! biggrin
Now go tell everybody about Marscon.
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 9:26 am
Warning: Do not read while eating mrgreen
“So the atmosphere on board the Lupine is toxic to them?” asked River.
“Well, maybe not toxic,” said the Doctor, “but it’s probably not what they prefer. Certainly, they can’t survive in it for long.”
“I just though of something,” said RayQuan, who’d stayed out of the conversation so far. “These little buggers are pretty much blobs when they’re out of their shells, right? We might be able to flush the crawlies out of the Lupine by jacking up the internal atmospheric pressure. I mean, we’d have to get back into our suits to do it, but it could work. Then we’d just have the big ones to deal with, and the guns work on those just fine.”
The Doctor stared at RayQuan, eyes huge. “That . . . That’s brilliant!” he shouted. “Quick, everyone, back into your suits . . . No, wait, I don’t want you people coming out of the TARDIS, too dangerous. I’ll go alone . . .”
“Over my dead body,” said River, locking her helmet back into place. “I’m coming with you, and so is RayQuan. He knows the ship’s systems better than I do. The rest of you, though, stay in here. See if Kitty needs any help for Sally. And clean that up, all right?” she added, indicating the puddle where Megan had been sick.
The Doctor darted back and forth at the consoles. “RayQuan, where on board should we materialize?” he asked.
“Well, I’d say the hold, but the Daleks are probably all over it. There are some access panels in the crew lounge. Start there, work our way down.”
“All right. River, hit that button . . .”
The TARDIS materialized with her customary agonized moans. River and RayQuan each took up their weapons. RayQuan offered a gun to the Doctor, but he refused.
“No thanks,” he said, shaking his head inside his helmet. “The rest of you young folks, stay put, no matter what! If I don’t return, the TARDIS is programmed to return you to the University. You’ll have to contact your Starfleet. Megan, use this lever to close the door after us.”
He opened the TARDIS door to a crew lounge full of slime and naked Daleks. River pushed RayQuan out before he started shooting; the Doctor leapt out onto the table, slid across, jumped to the door, shut and locked it, waving his sonic screwdriver at the lock panel, which promptly exploded. RayQuan and River kept shooting at the crawling Daleks.
“Don’t hit the controls!” cried the Doctor, “And look behind you!” A couple more Daleks were swinging down from the observation deck; River spun and shot them.
The Doctor moved to a nearby com panel and jammed the sonic screwdriver inside. Immediately a high-pitched whine filled the room, and those few Daleks that hadn’t yet been shot went limp, twitching their tentacles helplessly. “That should keep the crawlies out of our way. RayQuan, help me find the atmospheric controls. River, turn the table over. We need it as a barricade for when they blow that door in.”
“Will a table hold them?” she asked.
“For about 15 seconds, which might be good for something . . .” The Doctor began ripping paneling off the wall, exposing the conduits and wiring beneath.
“Here, Doctor, let me,” said RayQuan hastily, “Bob was showing me . . .” He pushed the Doctor out of his way and began fiddling with a set of controls. “Let’s see, this should turn the vents to maximum . . .” All the loose papers and rubbish in the room began blowing about as the air came on. “Then we turn up the pressure . . . Doctor, I can’t get it to go any higher . . .”
“Pull out the safeties,” the Doctor suggested, and yanked a couple wires out of the wall.”
“How do we know if it’s working?” River asked, looking in revulsion from behind the overturned table at a group of twitching Daleks. Without warning, one of them exploded, spattering River’s faceplate with green matter. “Ugh!” she cried. Two more Daleks burst. “This is nasty!”
“Ew, works better than I thought,” said the Doctor. “I guess pressure plus sonics equals Dalek guacamole . . .”
“Oh, and I used to like guacamole!” groaned River, wiping the mess off her faceplate.
“I don’t,” said RayQuan, “it’s creepy . . .”
A sudden blast ruptured the door to the lounge. The Doctor and RayQuan dove behind the table as an armored Dalek rolled into the room shrieking “EXTERMINATE!” at the top of its tinny voice. River popped up from behind the table and blew the upper half of its casing to bits. RayQuan followed suit, shooting a second Dalek in the corridor.
“Nice work, you two,” said the Doctor, turning to his companions with a manic grin. River noticed an almost devilish light in his eyes, and suppressed a shudder. “What now?”
“Clear the ship of armored Daleks, search for the others, and get ready for take off. I think we’ve nutralized any unarmored Daleks on board . . .” He paused as one last creature exploded with a squelching pop. “We’ve just got to get rid of the big boys.”
“Well, there won’t be any on the bridge or in the crew quarters,” said River. “Their casings won’t fit through the hatches. They’ll be in the hold.”
Then that’s where we’re going.” The Doctor gave one last wistful glance at the sonic screwdriver, but left it in the com panel and led the others out into the corridor . . .
And into view of a third armored Dalek. It raised its gun arm to fire, but its aim was spoiled when a heavy something flew out of a nearby hatch and bounced off its gun; it shot the wall. River fired and hit the Dalek before it could get off another shot.
The Doctor stood frozen, staring at the statue of Ganesha that had just clattered to rest at his feet.
“What the . . .” began RayQuan.
The lumpish, spacesuit-clad form of Abernathy Jenkins stepped out of his cabin. “I was hiding in my bunk,” he explained. “Where are the others? Sideshow was in the hold when they attacked, I do not know . . .”
“Jenkins, thank God and Goddess!” River exclaimed, cutting Jenkins off. “Come with me to the bridge, we need to get ready to take off. RayQuan, go to the hold with the Doctor. Go first, you’ve got the gun.” She grabbed Jenkins’ arm and began propelling him towards the bridge, ignoring his cries of, “but wait, the others, are they alive . . .”
Jenkins shot two more armored Daleks rolling up out of the hold. “I think we’re clear of the big guys,” he called to the Doctor from the entrance to the hold, “but they’ve got the main cargo ramp open, and it’s crawling with the little ones. We’ve got to get that ramp shut . . .”
“Cover me,” said the Doctor, sprinting past RayQuan towards the ramp controls.
“Look out for the little guys!” called RayQuan, following the Doctor. He could see dust flying as the ship’s atmosphere blew out through the hatch, and unarmored Daleks clinging to the ramp with their tentacles. “There’s a couple heading for the control panel!” He shot them and joined the Doctor.
“I’m going to have to turn off the air to get the ramp up,” said the Doctor, working over the control panel. “Wish I had the sonic . . .”
“Hurry it up, there’s more big boys coming!” said RayQuan. He saw a dozen or more armored Daleks converging on the Lupine’s cargo ramp. He took aim and fired, fragging one. Then the Doctor shut off the internal vents. Air stopped blowing out of the hold, and dust clouded RayQuan’s vision as the night winds of Ghehenna began to blow into the hold. He kept firing blind.
“Doctor, get that ramp up!” The Daleks outside began to fire into the hold, forcing RayQuan to take cover. “Hurry!”
“I’m working, they seem to have done something to, ah, here!” exclaimed the Doctor. The ramp began to rise. Slowly. The Daleks continued to fire in through the door, and now RayQuan could hear them shouting. He took a chance and moved out of cover to fire.
To his surprise, he saw two Daleks shot by bolts coming from somewhere to the left of the ramp.
“Doctor!” he cried, spraying suppressive fire, “hold the ramp! I think Sideshow’s out there!”
A pair of gloved hands grabbed the edge of the ramp, and a figure in a tattered spacesuit heaved himself clumsily onto it, rolling into the hold with a groan of, “Ow, my back!” The ramp closed, shutting out the night, the wind, and the Daleks.
“River, are you ready to go?” cried the Doctor into the com.
“I was born ready, Lover-boy. Hang on,” came her voice from the bridge.
With a rising rumble, the Lupine’s engines roared into life.
The Doctor stood quietly in the corner of the reeking crew lounge, as River’s team members cried, hugged, and laughed. River caught his eyes. He smiled slightly and slipped into the corridor. She followed him.
“This,” he said to her, taking a deep breath, “is the point in the adventure where I usually cut and run. Sally and Sideshow are stable. You should be able to get back to the University without my help. And you’ll have one hell of a story to tell. They probably won’t just give you tenure–they’ll probably give you your own chair, in your own department.”
River felt her chest tighten. “Then I guess this is good-bye,” she said, trying to keep her lip from quivering. “Your work with us is done. It’s been an honor and a privilege to know you, Doctor.”
He put his arms around her. “I said I usually cut and run. But I’d be an idiot to run from you. Not when I can run with you . . .” He kissed her.
“River Song,” he said, “I want to stay.”
heart heart heart
(end of Part 2--yes, there will be an epilogue, for all you River/10 shippers out there, and I know there are at least 3 or 4).
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2009 3:57 pm
Messy! xp And imagine all that Dalek DNA getting back to civilized space for some idiot to mess with. mad
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 8:13 pm
Dalek go boom. mrgreen
EPIIIIIIIIIIIIC. smile
And much love to the running. heart
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Posted: Sat Feb 07, 2009 6:36 pm
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