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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 4:13 pm
Inside the time machine ((is this the Master or Telwin's TARDIS?)), the unconscious Firestorm, one-armed Jiggy, and Lars found themselves bound with rope. While the Master, still in the throes of morphing, fiddled with the console, Penfold paced in front of his captives. He stopped to glare at Firestorm, then kicked her awake. "Foolish girl. Did you really think that I, a Time Lord of Gallifrey, could ever be interested in a beast such as you?" With a malicious smile he added, "My only desire was to ensure that you and your gullible friends were delayed long enough for our plans to reach fruition. Gallifrey needs an army in it's war with the Daleks, and the perfect one lies slumbering here, on Telos! Now that the thick-headed Sontarans have cleared a path..."
Suddenly a thick, malformed arm slapped the gloating Time Lord to the ground. "Silence, you fool!" the Master rebuffed angrily, "They do not need to know of the High Council's plans for the Cybermen." Or, he thought to himself, of my plans for Gallifrey...
"I'm sorry to say that you three are a loose end that must be dealt with." Turning to face Jiggy, the Master added, "I trust you are already familiar with the function of a Tissue Compression Eliminator..."
((Incidentally, what ever happened to Sephy the assassin?))
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 5:34 pm
(I imagine Telwin's Tardis would be more interesting. It would allow us to have the Master at a slight disadvantage that can be exploited later.)
Jiggy sneered at the Master under her bandaged forehead, "Yeah, it's the universe's most effective weight-loss tool. Why?" She looked down at her slender midriff. "Are you saying I'm getting pudgy?" Then she looked over the Master's shoulder and called over to Penfold. "So, the dim-witted incompentence wasn't just an act like the other stuff, eh luv?"
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 7:38 pm
"Quiet, wench!" Penfold growled angrily at Jiggy, his handsome features contorted into something resembling that of a snarling dog's. In his rage, he walked straight past Jiggy's severed arm, failing to notice it's movement. Grabbing her by the hair, he hefted Jiggy to her feet. "Do you enjoy pain?" he asked softly in her ear. "I shall enjoy giving it to you."
"Stand aside!" the Master said impatiently, batting Penfold aside once again, "I have no more time for this foolishness!"
Jiggy now found herself standing face-to-face with the infamous renegade Time Lord, the TCE pointed straight at her head...
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 10:58 pm
Jiggy eyes flashed with fear. She knew she was resistent to most conventional weapons, but she had never been shot with a TCE before and she had NO idea what it would do to her. She might survive, but the chances were slim. A TCE was hardly conventional...
Just as the Master was about to pull the trigger, Jiggy spotted something over his shoulder and a slight smile hit her lips. "It seems you're overlooking something, Master..."
The Master chuckled at Jiggy's pathetic attempt to stall for time, "I never overlook anything, my dear. But I will humor you in your final moments. What, pray tell, did I overlook?"
Suddenly, there came the sound of a disruptor pistol powering up.
"You didn't catch all of us, you pompose a**."
The Master tried to spin around, but not before a laser blast struck the probic vent juting out from the back of his Sontaran armour. As the vent melted from the blaster bolt, the air mixture in his armour life support system went crazy, sending him into shock. The Master fell to the floor of the Tardis unconscious. Penfold and the Sontarans raised their weapons and tried to find the source of the laser fire.
Another blast rang out, striking the probic vent on the Sontaran next to Penfold. As the lumpy soldier fell to the floor, Penfold turned toward the source of the blast only to find himself face to face with a severed arm. A severed arm that was moving around on it's own... with a mean looking pistol in it's grip. With a shock, Penfold quickly realized that the blaster in the severed arm was one of the weapons he carried around in his "Bag of Holding".
Realizing it had been spotted, the arm sped across the floor with more speed than a disconnected body part had any right to have, slithering around like a python.
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2006 11:58 pm
The sudden chaos in Telwin's TARDIS console room placed Penfold's entire mission in jeopardy. With the Master unconscious, the hypnosis controlling the sole surviving Sontaran was beginning to weaken. "The High Council no longer requires your services... Master." Penfold fired a blaster weapon at the renegade Time Lord's inert body, causing it to burst into flames. So much for a state of temporal grace...
From a crouched position, Penfold scanned the room for Jiggy's arm. Unable to spot it, he ran towards the console and tapped a switch... the Recall Circuit. If nothing else, he'd at least be able to get Councillor Telwin back to safety. "Goodbye, ladies!" Penfold said merrily, "Say hello to Gallifrey for me!" As the TARDIS doors slowly began to close, Penfold made a mad dash for the exit, intending to complete the rest of his mission.
Firestorm, Jiggy and Lars had but seconds to escape before the TARDIS was sent back to Gallifrey! Meanwhile, unnoticed by all, a small, snake-like, amorphous entity emerged from the Master's charred body...
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 3:47 am
((Sheesh Penfold really got mean...))
Lars looked round at the flashing lights and spinning dials. The air was filled with a horrible, metallic groaning noise.
"It's too late..." she mumbled, as the doors slid shut, "We're stuck in a bloody time machine..."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:44 am
Roobarb Takuha ((roobarb, do you think in future you could try not to write everyones part)) ((I'm really sorry, I did try not to mention the Cybercommander so you weren't dead or anything, it's just we were kinda stuck running around in the caves. And we needed a conspiracy... redface I promise I'll shut up for a bit now...)) ((it's okay, I have to admit the conspiracy was good))
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 11:29 am
((Argh. I have no idea about Gallifrey politics... I'm definitely staying in the Time Machine.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:16 pm
((Um... right. I think I understand the political side.... but would this perhaps be a good time to clarify who's playing who/what in this RP, where they are and why? Otherwise this might start getting a little confusing... for me if no-one else... confused
If someone could do a list or something...?))
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 2:10 pm
((edit: I deleted the Gallifrey stuff I wrote earlier... it was probably making things too complicated without actually getting the main characters in this story involved. Hopefully that will leave more room for the stories of Firestorm, Jiggy, Lars and Telwin to develop now that they're stuck in a TARDIS headed for Gallifrey)).
The Horrible Fate of Penfold
As Penfold ran through the tunnels, a silvery arm grabbed him from the shadows and flung him to the ground. Instinctively, he turned and fired the Glitter Gun at his foe... but to no effect!
"Heh heh heh," Penfold's attacker chuckled, "I'm no Cyberman." The mysterious enemy stepped closer, and Penfold now saw that he was an elderly man dressed as a Cyberman, but without the helmet. The man grabbed Penfold's right hand, crushing it with an inhumanly strong grip. "Who are you, and why are you here?"
"I'm a Time Lord... I'm here to defeat the Cybermen," Penfold answered, wincing in pain.
"How?" the old man asked, curious.
"In this underground complex is a computer... the Cyber Director! It's in charge of everything within it's operational radius--from Cyber Leaders all the way down to the lowliest Cybermat. Only the Cyber Controller himself can override one of it's commands. My mission is to reprogram it... giving the Time Lords complete control over the Cyber armies." He smiled at the old man. "Join me and my people will reward you greatly. We can even cure you of the cybernization process!"
"And what makes you think I want to be cured?" the man said, laughing. "Before this, I was a 98-year-old cripple. Now I'm a hundred times stronger than the strongest man in his prime." He squeezed Penfold's hand harder. "Now, Time Lord... where is your ship? When I bring you and your time vessel to the Cybermen, they will understand my true usefulness... perhaps even make me a General in their armies!"
"Deluded fool! A reject of the cybernization process will never be anything more than a menial slave for the Cybermen!"
"We'll see," the old man said cooly. "Now tell me where your ship is! Cooperate, and maybe the Cybermen will decide to spare you the pain of... experimentation."
"Never!" Penfold vowed, "I will never betray my people!"
"So be it. I'm sure the Cyber Leader will be able to get all he needs out of you with the Mind Probe..."
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:18 pm
*All this time, Firestorm has been watching events with her spirit and getting increasingly irritated. As she comes round, she lets out a bloodchilling howl, which literally makes the time machine shake.
"I'M GONNA MAIAM THAT BLOODY TIMELORD!!!!!!!"*
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 3:05 am
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