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Post by Dylan & Marv on May 9, 2008 13:17:54 GMT
Judas was a Corporal of the 5th Battalion. He had worked on the Compound alongside TBC since its inception, all those years ago. He was a trusted friend and colleague, and so it was he, and only he, who watched over the whispering pair with a guarded interest.
They ate and they drank, they talked in hushed voices and flirted outrageously, seemingly oblivious to their chaperone. TBC liked this inmate very much, and it seemed it was for this reason, she got away with so much. Judas could not find it in himself to disapprove. She was intelligent and beautiful, and carried herself with a certain elegance and aloofness that was not common in these parts.
However, Judas was not here to pry, or to watch, or to spy. His orders were simple and direct. The pair were not to be interrupted. This dinner was to go off without a hitch. But the soldier was feeling a little jealous. Disgruntled, unmotivated, tired and miserable. He could not put his finger on the cause, but it was for these reasons that he did not notice Her Ladyship dump the contents of a small vial into his Masters drink. Nor why he did nothing when TBC froze, before falling cross eyed into his meal. In fact a surge of anger when he noted his friends wide eyes silently pleading for his help. When their guest beckoned him over, he did not protest.
"Take him to the lab." She said. He complied.
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Post by Sylar on May 9, 2008 13:24:05 GMT
Bob snorted through his wide grey nostrils. "Chaotic." He repeated to himself.
Then he regained his perspective. "It's not any of your business. You like everything here needs to concentrate on survial, and behaviour...good behaviour. Whether things are chaotic or..." Perhaps he was a little unorthodox for a Judoon. He wasn't so mercenary as those who worked under him of course, they were a little...younger. He followed orders of course, that was what he was paid to do, but that didn't mean the woman wasn't right. There wasn't order at the Compound anymore. TBC had taken his eye off the ball, but, still...it wasn't Bob's place to question. There was a harmony to the way society had built up at the Compound, the various gangs and petty warfares made Bob and the Judoon squad's work easier. Yet she was right, something was out of balance.
Had he been a single minded individual he might ask questions, there was a great part of him driven by curiosity. But it was not the place of a Judoon to be curious...but nonetheless...okay so Bob was a little confused. He did what he knew, followed on with what he was doing with singlemindedness.
"You shouldn't bother youself with how the Compound is run. Come along. Back to the Runcoon with you." He gave her leash a little tug. "How did you get loose anyway?" He asked, it was unlike the Runcoon to let anything go. "You were safe there," He sighed. "Humans, so foolish." He added almost to himself.
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Post by HN on May 9, 2008 13:38:12 GMT
She halted in her tracks, eyes dark with foreboding.
"It ended in a massacre." She replied slowly, allowing the words wash over her companion and set in his mind with their full weight.
She wondered what had become of Sylar, what had become of the boy Horris, and what had become of the other slaves in that cell tonight. Had they all perished? Would she be forced to continue on alone? She hoped in her final acts to redeem him, and in his final act of heroism, Sylar had not died a martyr.
After a heavy pause, in which the air turned thick and the first roles of thunder could be heard, the Doctor added.
"You're right, it is none of my business. But something is very wrong here. I might be the only one able to help you."
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Post by Sylar on May 9, 2008 14:06:38 GMT
"Massacre?" he paused. "The Runcoon..." he snorted involuntarily, they were such pretty, amusing creatures. He fixed the woman with a look of curiosity. "You killed them? I took you there for your saftey, they were harmless, harmless. They could have protected you here." He was angry, dissapointed. He had always had a little of a torch for Socrassi, he admired her entreprenurialism.
"I should have left you to the scavengers." He said stubbornly pulling her along firmly, he was strong, her stubborn nature would mean little. He pulled his weapon free incase she made a bolt for it. "I could take you past the 34th pillar, then where would you be?" He would have to think what to do with her next. "I should know better than to under-estimate a pretty face." He snorted with laughter mixed with trepidatious concern as he thought of the Warden drooling over her Ladyship. "Causes more problems than my job is worth.".
He laughed again as he walked deeper into the Compound, "Help! Pah, no one can help." he said under his breath.
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Post by HN on May 9, 2008 18:49:48 GMT
The Doctor followed in silence as the Jadoon ranted. She listened attentively, hoping to pick up any detail that might lead her to the Tardis, or to the answers. He lapsed into silence eventually.
"Is that what you tell yourself?" She asked once his monologue was over. "That it is the way it is, there's nothing you can do about it, so why worry? Pah. There is always something that you can do. Always."
She stopped abruptly, forcing him to struggle, if only a little.
"Listen to yourself. Something is wrong here. These people are not animals. Why would they act as such?"
In the distance someone or something was screaming. The rains began to fall, washing away the layer of blood that coated the concrete underfoot. The thunder rolled, joining with the deafening din.
"Does that sound right to you?"
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Post by Dylan & Marv on May 9, 2008 20:50:33 GMT
The lab was of an immaculate condition. Stark white and sterile, an absolute contrast to the conditions outside in the torrential rain. Outside, a child howled and beasts fought for survival. Outside evolution was in full flow, the strong destroyed the weak without mercy. Outside there was war. She was partially responsible for the current situation at the Compound, yet she felt no guilt. Her purpose was of a greater need, their desires were redundant.
"Drop him." She snapped at the solider who had succumbed to her will ever so easily. He was one of many, injected with cocktails of chemicals that scrambled his brain and made him easy to manipulate.
"Leave us now." She ordered, and the guard fled. He would have no memory of this in the morning. Only a resounding echo of guilt at his traitorous actions. A betrayal he would never recall.
She waited for the man to leave, before crouching beside the operation table, her lips close to the ears of her dearest friend. The only allies she had in this place. It was a shame, but in dire circumstances, she did what needed to be done.
"Could it be, that you are the one I am looking for?" She whispered.
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Post by HN on May 10, 2008 11:49:29 GMT
A sing song voice and a gentle hand woke him from where he slept, cold and wet under the starless sky. The girl was a young and pretty thing, with kind eyes and hands, many hands, that reached out and soothed him. Her ivory skin was cool against his frostbitten clammy flesh. He wondered if he was in fact dreaming.
Horris allowed the girl to pull him to his feet, smiling shyly as she patted down his mused hair soaked through to the scalp. He did not know if this child was here to help him, or kill him. It seemed both fire and ice danced beneath the surface of her emerald eyes. She was something, extraordinary.
She turned without a word, skipping happily away from him. Thoughts of the beautiful Doctor slipped his mind as after a moments hesitation, Horris gave chase after the girl known as Sunshine.
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Post by Sylar on May 10, 2008 12:42:24 GMT
Bob paused and listened to the sounds of the Compound. Of course it did not sound right. There was no military order any more, the Wardden was busy making doe eyes at her Ladyship and it just wasn't Bob's place to question authority but he knew he should.
"Whether I think it is 'right' or not is not my place..." He began, paused again and let a small shudder run down his thick spine. He sighed, it was not a usual thing for a Judoon to sigh, but he still sighed. "This place, it used to be a bastion of discipline. No one put a foot out of line. There were parades, they were glorious, and inspections..." Something close to a smile crept accross his wide grey lips, he leant against the damp walls and tamped his pipe, lighting it with a sonic device he had salvaged a long time ago (it was use for very little except sparking the leaves in his pipe). "...it was an honor to work here. It is still an honor..." He added quickly, if a little flatly.
He smirked, "And you think you can help, I admire that. But it is useless. You wouldn't even know the first place to start. Do what others do, think of yourself, think of escape, they are your only hopes." He shook his head, he didn't know what it is that made this prisoner a confidant, but it was nice to have someone to talk to.
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Post by Sylar on May 10, 2008 13:18:12 GMT
A good distance away Socrassi Runcoon, between sobs, made her way towards the 34th pillar. There was only one in the Compound who would have the audacity to sen da blunt instrument into her and her sisters' (she wept a little at the thought of them) bed chamber. Frankie Grump. He was a beast. He was an honorless, thug. He had no grace. He had no meaning for his killing, only enjoyment and sport. Crassi and her sisters (she wiped a red tear from her eye) were businesswomen, death was a matter of course, buy and seel were their rules, not kill and maim...not all the time. Yet Frankie Grump was a competitor, he liked power, and the power that the Runcoon held in the Compound had always irked him, for the sisters to hold a prize such as the Doctor was a red rag to a Hath. She should have known he would send a runt to fetch their prize, but never for a moment did she consider he would have the nerve to drop a space shifter into their beds while they were sleeping. No shame. No shame. No grace. No grace. These were hard times, but she had thought some honor might be found. Clearly she was wrong, there was no such thing as honor any more.
Close by the 34th pillar she saw the child Horris Fran Grogen in a small emotional ball. She paused, and felt compelled to watch him a time. Here was a child unafraid of his emotions, Crassi amused herself in watching him, probably mewing over some failed love affair, childish hormones...The Runcoon, whose powerful pheremones could subdue their prey with little effort, were not a slave to their hormones. As a race they kept them in a small gland near their throat rather than let them escape into their flesh. They had long ago evolved to not be slaves to their hormones and used only those necessary to save their organs from failing, hence their reliance on narcotics and smokes to excite their emotions and balance their moods. Socrassi could allay her grief by allowing herself a little hormonal boost, but she would not, yet though she experienced the pain of loss her body would not grieve as deeply as this child was experienceing.
It came as a surprise however when the abominable Sunshine skipped out of the shadows and inspected the crying boy. Socrassi shivered, though she was quite hidden it seemed for a moment as if the child had looked right at her. She never liked the thing. And then there it was, the child touching Horris so gently, and he rose and followed with such ease.
Socrassi fumed, here was their rat. Here Horris Grogen, who she and her sisters (no tears passed this time) had nurtured and babied, was their downfall. Oh he had not killed her sisters, he had not snapped Lori's neck (or was it Jani), he had not choked the last breath from Jani (or was it Lori) but he had taken advantage of the situation. As if a cloud of grief passed Socrassi remembered the boy stealing away their Time Lord, and here he was following Frankie Grump's favorite squeeze.
Oh, they would pay.
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Post by HN on May 10, 2008 16:03:35 GMT
The Doctor chuckled to herself, shaking her head in disbelief, her mane of golden locks flicking over her shoulder in a scene not unlike a shampoo advert. (She was afterall, very worth it.)
"I know I've had some work done, but are you telling me you don't know who I am?"
She grinned, showing all 32 of her pearly white teeth.
"Mister...?"
"Bob." The Jadoon replied curtly, obviously not taking kindly to the level of disdain flowing off this woman scowled with distrust. "And who might you be?"
"I'm the Doctor." She replied, offering him one dainty hand to shake. "And if anyone can do something about the situation here, I can."
She might be a war criminal. She might risk all level of trouble if the authorities knew she was in this place. But she felt a responsibility to the universe, and to the residents of the Compound, to do what she could. If she could instill even a small amount of order amongst the chaos, then maybe she could collect Sylar in peace and leave.
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Post by Sylar on May 10, 2008 16:40:12 GMT
"A Doctor?" Bob rubbed his leathery chin in curiosity and smoked his pipe. A Doctor certainly could be useful, but he wasn't exactly sure how. And then something caught his attention.
Bob got news of opperations all over the Universe, he needed to know who was arriving and why, what opperations his colleagues were running...
"You said THE Doctor..." He stood quickly and pointed his energy weapon at the Doctor. "I have heard of The Doctor, interferred in several missions...yet, a man of great honor. You are not what I have heard of." He said, "The Doctor would not be condemned to a place like this. No matter his crimes he has the blessing of the Proclaimation, so I have been told, who are you? How dare you take his name!"
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Post by Dylan & Marv on May 10, 2008 20:10:16 GMT
Tissue samples, blood tests, centrifugation, thin layer chromatography. These were just some of her tools. She ran test after barbaric test, cutting away at the one person who had been her friend. But he had burned the bridges, not she. He had refused her. The laws of probability indicated that one person here would be what she was looking for. Just one. She had to find that person before time ran out. She would not allow this man, or any other, to stand in her way.
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Post by HN on May 11, 2008 14:17:24 GMT
The Doctor backed up suddenly, eyes wide and innocent. She was not as big as she used to be, and a straight out fight would no doubt end in further regeneration. Taking advantage of her new womanly wiles, she batted her long eyelashes and pouted her rosy lips.
"Oh Bob." She responded in a sultry voice, reaching forward past the weapon and resting gentle fingertips on the Jadoons bicep. "I am the Doctor. Legend is only based loosely on fact."
This was not the time to get into the regeneration stories, and explain her species culture.
"Be assured, I was not condemned to this place. Simply misdirected. And I seem to have lost my friend and my ship in the process. Help me." She smiled as the warrior before her faltered. "Help me and I will help you."
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Post by Sylar on May 11, 2008 16:20:08 GMT
Bob looked deep into the woman's eyes, "If the Doctor you are then legend would suggest you would need no help from a lowly Judoon Captain." He made a face as close to a smirk as his lips would allow, "The great Doctor could battle his way off a moon full of Judoon with only a spoon. But you are correct in some respect; I have met many who profess to be legends in my time, and many beings that I have heard to be legends...they all dissappoint. Perhaps if you really are who you say you are...I will allow you to 'help'" His words were laced with irony, "It will at least be entertaining to see you fail."
"But it is important to note you are not my type, pretty, yes, but far too pale. I do not fall to the petty flirtations of alternative species." He said lifting her hand from his arm and pushing her gently away. "If by refering to your 'ship' you mean the teleportation device, for no ship can be that small," He laughed, a warm snort of air jettisoning from his nostrils in the direction of the Doctor, "Then it has been incinerated. And your friend by now is most likely dead, as you would have been had I not taken you to the Runcoon."
The woman's eyes were burning.
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Post by HN on May 11, 2008 19:38:43 GMT
What Bob saw below the surface of the Doctor's stormy eyes, he would never truly know. There was fire and ice and rage. Like the night and the storm at the center of the sun. Anger like this had never been known, and never would be again. Tears pricked as the oceans cascaded, a tidal wave of eternal angst flooded from the core of the Time Lord.
"She is not lost." Were her only words. Though what stood lost in a honeycomb of tunnels below the Compound on this prison planet was a sobbing woman, there was nothing sad or cute about this scene. It was beyond disturbing. It was truly terrifying.
"Take me." She told him, her voice steely and strong, forged in the furnaces of hell. "Show me the ashes."
She would never believe that her Tardis was gone. Her friend and constant companion was grown from the heart of Gallifrey, no fires nor boiling magma could ever destroy her spirit or body. But the mere thought enraged her and she would take out her fury and vengeance on the one that had caused this to come to pass.
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