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 Fallen Star, centauri!
Lysithea
Posted: Mar 18 2011, 01:27 AM


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This was it. The first time she was ever going to leave home – well, besides going onto the Hand of Time station itself. But now, that was considered home and was whatever remained of Gallifrey. Lysithea had never been away from her family and her people for any amount of time. Sure, she was over three-hundred years old, but she was as sheltered as a Time Tot, really. She had just never had any sort of importance on Gallifrey, and she had even lost her job tending the TARDIS corals once the Time War started anyway. That was all over now, and she was back where she was meant to be.

Currently, she was practically shoulder deep arms-wise into a 60-gallon tank filled with greenish water and TARDIS fledglings. Lysithea, never one for mess or anything that was remotely filthy, couldn’t be happier. The tank had been brought with her and was placed in her quarters on the ship that she had at last left her home upon. The Lady President had ordered them to find a fertile planet on which they could more properly continue the growth of the TARDIS corals. Now that they were trying to rebuild Gallifrey, all of the Time Lords and Gallifreyans that remained – and stayed with the Hand of Time station – needed to contribute in whatever way they could. Because of her expertise among the team of other TARDIS coral tenders, Lysithea was with the others on a Gallifreyan transport vessel that was sent out to check out a few strong possibilities. They were currently coming into orbit around one of the potential planets, preparing to head in within the hour to check out the system. The TARDIS corals at her hands were some of those fledglings that she couldn’t afford to leave behind, for they were weaker and required more constant attention. She couldn’t bear the thought of them not making it, just because she was away.

Once Lysithea finished tending to the baby TARDIS corals, she smiled and leaned back, continuing her humming. She could hear the songs that they made, each with their own unique sounds that mixed into one. She knew how to care for them individually with how they spoke to her, how they communicated with her on such a personal level. It was something that she was somehow never able to accomplish with an older TARDIS, being so complex and choosy when it came to the one that they shared their songs with. The young TARDISes were so open, so accepting – quite like children in their own right. With her Academy years proving nothing but frustrating, she had at last found her niche. Even if she was quite alone, she found solace among these perfect little creatures that meant so much to the Time Lords.

After cleaning herself up, Lysithea headed towards the door of her temporary quarters, ready to head to the mess hall for some dinner. They had been out here for a few days, as it were, and already, she felt as though she had a system. She wasn’t sure she wished to stay out here, though, as easy as it was to just accustom herself to living on a smaller ship like this. No, she wanted to go back to the mass TARDIS corals, to stand in the ponds and nurse them into growth, keeping them healthy and happy until they were chosen by some Time Lord that was ready for his own TARDIS to bond with. She had just stepped out into the hall when an alarm broke her thoughts, her humming coming to an abrupt stop. Heart frozen, Lysithea stood still in the corridor, unsure of what to do or where to go. The Hand of Time station had been attacked two times, but she had had a place to hide and get away from those that wished destruction upon it. That had been two of the only times she had even come into contact with an alien race – Sontarans the first and Gelth the second, with the Daleks being those that she knew during the war. If they were being attacked, Lysithea would honestly have no idea what to do.

Her mission and those baby TARDISes in her room were the only reason she kept onwards down the hallway instead of locking herself back in her room. She locked the door behind her and ran forwards, trying to find someone to see what was going on. She stopped short of the mess hall, the nearest community room to her own, upon hearing screams of one of her co-workers. Lysithea’s eyes widened, and she stopped short of the corner, too terrified to move. What was she supposed to do now? She heard the shout of what she could only presume to be one of their attackers, and she bit her lip nervously. Run. Go back! HIDE! She tried to quell her fears and push herself onwards, but she just couldn’t help it. She rushed into the pantry and had the door shut just before a Sontaran soldier went past. She eyed him through the barely open slit in the door and shivered slightly. Had someone put out a distress signal? That was the only thing she knew to do. Could she get to the control room and send it out without getting caught? Oh Gallifrey, she didn’t think she had the heart…

But as she stared onwards at the Sonataran that was seemingly keeping sentry duty in the hall outside of her hiding spot, Lysithea knew she had to do something. If not for the TARDIS corals and their mission and all the others, didn’t she have to save herself? They would find her eventually. She wrinkled her nose at what she thought was a hideous creature before turning around and looking for something – anything – that she could use as a weapon. Hadn’t she heard something about hitting them on that little spot on the back of their neck? If she could just do that, maybe she could get to the corridor that was a straight shot to the control room. On one of the racks with various vegetables was a small hammer-like object that one could use to tenderize meat. Well, that would just have to do. She grabbed it with quaking hands and turned back towards the barely open door. He was turned away from her, standing still. If she could just get out there and whack the back of his neck… But what if he turned around and caught her before she could do so? Oooooh… She ran out before she could talk herself down anymore and swung quickly at the Sontaran, just as he was about to turn around. She cried out with a little shriek as the blow hit home. She covered her mouth as the Sontaran dropped to the ground, looking about her as though expecting the entire attack force to close in upon her at once.

Lysithea realized a moment later that she hadn’t raised the awareness of any of the others. Perhaps they hadn’t been boarded by that many… But what else were they doing here? A giant lurch in the ship made all her fears threaten to overwhelm her once more. Wondering where everyone was, she began to look around the mess hall, her perceptions finally picking up on something that she hadn’t noticed the moments before: various members of the team lay about on the floor, unmoving. She gasped just before she heard a Sontaran behind her, approaching at a rapid pace. “You! Time Lord! Turn around, and face me as a true warrior!” he shouted at her. Lysithea, eyes wide, couldn’t even reply, but merely took off running towards the control room. Stumbling as she ran, she found herself falling into the walls of the corridor several times before reaching the door with the jerking of the ship. She turned around before pushing the button that would separate her and the Sontaran warriors, holding her arm up that wielded the little meat hammer as though threatening to throw it at him. He was stopped in the middle of the hall, though, and saluted her somewhat mockingly right before he disappeared. Lysithea’s mouth dropped open. A teleport? Why would he just leave like that…

She had her answer as the ship lurched forward so sharply that Lysithea felt she would lose her lunch. It was a good thing she had never made it to dinner after all. She slammed her hand against the control panel that would shut and automatically lock in the door, in case there were any remaining Sontaran soldiers aboard, then spun around. “Emergency signal, emergency signal,” she was shouting as she ran around searchingly, looking about wildly in her fear. Everyone could be dead. I might be the only one left. And we’re about to crash… What’s it matter if it’s just me? She refused to give into her thoughts, or she would have given up. “Where on Gallifrey is that switch?!” At last spotting the lever that she needed to activate, she rushed towards it. The ship leaned forward sharply then, and Lysithea fell forward, with gravity’s force dropping her solidly against the controls. She hardly had the time to notice the blood it left behind on the console – or the amount that flowed down her cheek from the gash on her temple. She reached forward, stretching her arm out towards the lever, unable to reach it. G-forces held her back, but she just had to reach… She threw herself with whatever energy she had left towards the lever and flicked it before falling towards the floor. She pulled herself under the controls, hugged her knees to her chest tightly, closed her eyes against whatever horrid things would happen to her next, and hoped to Omega that someone would come find her.
Centauri
Posted: Mar 21 2011, 03:07 AM


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As the Gallifreyan Freighter tumbled end-over-end towards the planet bellow the first thing to notice about it was the several Sontaran claw-craft latched onto the sides. The second thing to notice was the claw-craft's losing their grip and 'ripping' off the side as the freighter plummeted towards the surface. The final thing to notice... was the tiny shape-shifting cube that suddenly appeared out of nowhere and threw itself in front of the falling ship.

With sparks flying from the console and loud groans sounding from the whole ship Centauri groaned as he struggled to hold onto the console and pilot at the same time. With his fedora hanging half-off his head and his jacket strewn somewhere on the floor (his bow-tie at an odd angle) Centauri looked completely focused on what he was doing as K9 hovered past him and tried to put out a fire on the left side of the console.

"Okay! Hello? This is the TARDIS Casc- no thats not... this is Time Capsule... K9 what's the number? K9! Uh... uh... look this is the ship flying around outside your ship! I'm trying to lock on but could you-" the almost universal stream of Sontaran insults that flew out of the com-unit made Centauri wince as he adjusted the console, "Let's try channel two," that brought a stream of Modern Gallifreyan slang thanking and praising and asking for help all at once, "Whoa- hey! Hold- yes I'm- no I- look slow down! I need you to-"

But the link was cut suddenly - only to be replaced by the sound of a Sontaran voice, "I see the great Time Lords still deign to save their people! Ha! A pathetic attempt - for we have already slaughtered near half the crew!" rolling his eyes at the typical Sontaran bluster Centauri darted to the other side of the console (wincing as more sparks shot out) and said, "Oh that's real honorable isn't it? Eh? Attacking an unarmed freighter - killing unarmed people?"

There was a growl from the other side of the room as the holo-projector activated and a shot of a helmeted Sontaran glowered at Centauri, "You dishonor me sir!" jabbing several switches Centauri said, "I'm really-" he grunted as he threw a large lever on the console, "Sorry about that - but my ship is exploding right now and I have to try and save another ship WHILE my ship is exploding! Go right ahead and keep slaughtering civilians I'll just try to keep you and your friends from burning alive with the others,"

The Sontaran laughed, "We had hoped to fight YOUR people in a glorious battle - they should have come to fight us! To protect their people!" K9 quipped up, *THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN DIFFICULT, ENEMY UNIT,* glaring at the metal dog as he hovered around Centauri and put out yet another flame spurt, "What trickery is this flying hound? How hard would it have been for the Gallifreyan people to act with honor and-"

Hovering over the central column and putting out another fire K9 said, *BECAUSE, JUDGING BY THE MARKINGS ON THE SHIP. THE MISSION OF THIS CRAFT WAS SANCTIONED ONLY BY THE CIA AND PRESIDENT ROMANA. MEANING IT WAS ON A NEED-TO-KNOW-BASIS. ALSO, THE SHIP IS A LONG-RANGE TRANSPORT AND IT IS TWO SYSTEMS PAST IT'S INTENDED ROUTE,* the Sontaran snorted, "The Time Lords are an advanced-" K9 twittered rudely, *ALSO - ACCORDING TO MY SCANS - YOU DESTROYED THE SHIPS MAIN TRANSMISSION BEACON DURING YOUR OPENING ATTACK,*

Sputtering strangely - this being no easy feet - the Sontaran commander cut the transmission, "See," Centauri said as he slid under the console and began yanking panels off, "This is why we can't have friends - you always upset them," with a loud CLUNK the TARDIS suddenly tilted to one side and stabilized. Popping his head out from under the console Centauri grinned, "Oh... that's good... ha-ha! Yes! Very good!" yanking the door lever down Centauri sighed and grinned as the two huge column-like doors slid open.

Winking at K9 the old man's eyes widened as he saw the inside of the ship outside, "Oh..." turning the control-switch Centauri gulped when the doors wouldn't shut, "That's less-good... more... bad... yes, bad," stroking his chin Centauri glanced at K9, *IT WOULD SEEM THAT WE HAVE MATERIALIZED INSIDE THE SHIP,* Centauri licked his lips, "Yes... I was... well, I was trying to lock onto the ship - to pull it free of the gravity of the planet - but there's a difference between pulling a planet and pulling against it..."

Walking slowly over to the doors Centauri put his hand 'through' the frame and breathed a sigh of relief when it passed right through, "Well that's good... thought we might have had some sort of... event...collapse... thing," he licked his lips slowly and sighed as he stepped out of the TARDIS. Turning around he winced when he saw that his ship was half-materialized through the bulkhead, "She must have locked herself 'into' the ship to keep it stable... yanking a ship out of a gravity well when you can't get a lock... messy,"

Walking back into the TARDIS Centauri picked up his coat and scowled, "We'll need to get the ships engine core shut down before I can separate us. Stay here and keep her from wandering off - I don't know what the mass-drive engines will do without someone to watch them," looking at the scorch-marked covered console K9 tilted his head, *THERE ARE SONTARAN UNITS MASTER - IT IS NOT-"* Centauri sighed, "Yeah I know - not recommended, just do it, hm?" poking K9 with his umbrella Centauri winked and hobbled out the TARDIS doors.

As he stepped outside Centauri shoved the Grandfather-clock shaped door shut, inserted his key and locked it... promptly falling to the floor in a heap with a loud CLANG when something large and pipe-like slammed into the back of his head.
Lysithea
Posted: May 5 2011, 02:34 AM


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The ship was going to crash at any second now, she just knew it. Lysithea squeezed herself as compactly as she could under the control systems, hugging her knees to her chest and trying not to whimper. She could be strong in her dying moments – or at least she was trying to convince herself to be. She was a Time Lord, and Time Lords were the strong, powerful rulers of time and space. But she had never been able to muster up such an important disposition within herself and she knew it. Instead of feeling better about herself, she merely felt worse. Here she was, dying, and it was going to be as a coward. She could only grunt as she tried to disappear in a little ball of a scared little Time Lady. If only she had stayed in her room as they were crashing – she could have at least heard the TARDISes singing to her as they plummeted towards their death. She knew she was thinking rather melodramatically about the whole issue, but really, who was there to see her like this anyway?

The speakers above her for the communications panel crackled to life suddenly, and Lysithea bumped her head in surprise at the sudden extra noise. With a little ‘oomph,’ she pulled herself a little from under the panel and looked up hopefully. Was there really someone that had heard her distress signal? Were they really going to be able to save her? It wasn’t the end after all… Lysithea grabbed around, reaching for anything that could possibly be in the microphone or a way to communicate back with this person. The ship’s panels flashed warning of the proximity of another ship – it must’ve been the person. “Oh, thank you, thank you! You’re my hero, you know that? Oh, Rassilon, I need help, you’ve gotta help me, please! Is there anything you can do in the… you know, saving department?” She was raving in her gratitude and desperation all at once. The idea that she was speaking too much and thus hindering her savior didn’t exactly cross her mind.

The man was talking back, though, trying to get her to calm down. “Oh, I’m sorry!” she cried, flustered. “Really, I didn’t – Oh, I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” She stopped, waiting for instruction. “What do you need me to do? I really don’t know my way around a ship…” She paused again, looking desperately at the panel as though it were the man himself. “Are you there?” she asked, fearful that she had run him off. Had he suddenly decided that he couldn’t or wouldn’t help her? Panic rushed through her again in waves. She pushed the communications buttons, trying to reset it or something that would fix their seemingly broken connection. “Where did you go?!” she shrieked, pushing buttons in desperation. “Please, you’ve gotta help… Oh, please, oh, Gallifrey, please!” She stopped, listening for a response – any response. But she got nothing. Was he coming? Or had he merely left? Or what if those Sontarans had gotten him too? She had just gotten someone else in trouble, trying to get them to save her. How selfish she had been…

Lysithea looked around, trying to figure out what to do next. She needed to get a weapon of some sort. Maybe the Sontarans would be rushing the bridge at any moment. Or maybe they were just going to let gravity take its course at this point. She was crashing to the ground. Maybe there was some sort of emergency procedure for a crash landing… She started looking around hopelessly at the control panel, trying to figure out where such a set of controls could be. But she knew that even she found them, her random pushing of buttons would most likely not get her safely on ground. Perhaps her next course of action should be trying to find a place on the ship with some safety procedures. Maybe she could jump ship when it was closer to the ground. There were probably some jet packs or landing gear or something. Who knew. But at this point, she rather didn’t want to die, so she decided that she was going to head out in the ship and try to find such items.

If there were any Sontarans left, she was going to have to be ready to battle them. Unfortunately, in the wake of the crash sequence, Lysithea had lost the little meat hammer. She looked around, trying to locate something else she could use as a weapon. She hurried, feeling as though she were just trying to beat the clock at this point. A box was in the corner, contents spilled out from the quaking ship, and she realized that it must have been some spare parts for an engineer or something or the sort. Maybe they were fixing something before they started crashing, who knew. Lysithea shoved around in the box, pulling out a long, thin, pipe (or what she assumed to be), weighing it for a moment in her hand. That would certainly do, if she needed to strike one of the Sontarans once more in the back of the head.

A noise to one side of the bridge made Lysithea cry out. Something was materializing, and a ship by the sounds of it. She wanted to run, but she didn’t have time to leave the control room before whoever came from it. She didn’t even take notice of the ship looking like a grandfather clock – she simply stood there, ready with her pipe, waiting to hit whatever came out. She closed her eyes, rushing forward with a cry to hit what she assumed to be a Sontaran on the back on the neck. The other fell to the floor heavily, and only then did Lysithea look at the one she had attacked. She cried out again, this time in surprise. It was a man! Was this the one that had been on the other end of the comm? Was he the one coming to save her? She had just hit him and knocked him out! Now they were both going to their deaths…

Lysithea fell down to her knees on the floor beside the elderly man, grabbing his fandora from the top of his head and began to fan him with him. “Wake up, wake up!” she said frantically, shaking him with her other hand. “Oh, please be alright! I’m so sorry to have hit you… Wake up, by Gallifrey!”
Centauri
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Suddenly a sharp 'wheep' rang out and a blue laser-blast, shot out from the inside of Cascade and into the floor right next to the woman's hand. Watching her jerk backwards with a shriek K9 hovered through the doors and stared up at her, *DO NOT MOVE AGAIN - I DID NOT HAVE TO MISS, A WARNING SHOT ONLY. REMAIN STATIONARY UNTIL MY MASTER REGAINS HIS MOBILITY,* watching the shocked, dirty and panic-stricken young woman stare out at him from where she had pressed herself into the wall, K9 tilted his head to one side as she seemed to 'observe' him right back (despite her fear) only to press herself a little closer to the wall, *STAY,* K9 warned once more before turning to face Centauri. Allowing his scanner-node to slide free K9 pressed it against his Master's curly grey hair and tilted his head to one side, *THAT IS A NEGATIVE ON THE SCALE OF EXTENSIVE DAMAGE... CENTAURI-MASTER IS NOT DAMAGED.*

Retracting his scanner-node K9 'stumbled' (if you could do that without feet) backwards when Centauri jerked upwards and shouted, "In the head?! Why the name of whats-his-name did you hit me in the head?" tilting his head to one side K9 commented, *THE CENTAURI-MASTER IS UNHURT, NOT EVEN HIS CONCENTRATION WAS DAMAGED,* looking at K9 in surprise Centauri scowled, "Did you hit me?" tilting his head in the other direction K9 said, *NEGATIVE - HOSTILE ACTIONS WERE TAKEN ON BEHALF OF THE FEMALE ENEMY UNIT THAT IS CLUTCHING YOUR HAT,* his eyes widening Centauri's head twisted around and he examined the child-like woman, "Did YOU hit me?" when all she could do was squeak and nod Centauri smirked, "I knew it! SOMEONE hit me!"

Rubbing at the back of his head Centauri groaned, "Oh-ho-ho... and hit me good it seems," shaking his head Centauri leaned on his umbrella and slowly got to his feet, *FEMALE ENEMY UNIT ENGAGED IN HOSTILE ACTION CENTUARI-MASTER, IS HER DISABLING REQ-* Centauri snorted, "Pfui K9, she quite clearly is having an intimate moment with my hat - just get your tin-head back inside Cascade and make sure she doesn't-" with a loud guttural 'whoosh-thump' the half-materialized TARDIS began to fade away, "K9!" shooting back through the TARDIS doors K9 quickly plugged his scanner-node into the jack on the console and with a loud 'squeal' the TARDIS became solid again. Exhaling in relief Centauri fanned his face as a billow of smoke issued through the open TARDIS doors, "She sure doesn't like being stuck half-way through a wall... alright,"

Closing the huge grandfather-clock door Centauri inserted his key and with a 'click' the door locked, "Now then," turning around Centauri, seeming to have forgotten the young woman's existence, hobbled over towards the console-hub on the far wall and began to examine it, "Hm... standard hexadecimal localization... don't think much of the bouquet..." tapping his umbrella against the top of the console Centauri made a face, "And we're locked out... yes, those walking potatoes must have decided that since the Time Lords aren't coming; THEY'RE going to take out the ship, the crew and themselves in one glorious act of 'honor'... or suicide, as the case may be," licking his lips with a curious expression on his face Centauri sighed, "Well, only one thing for it,"

When someone squeaked out 'what' Centauri jerked around - as if he'd noticed the girl for the first time. Smiling he leaned on his umbrella and said, "Well, my ship can't slip free without blowing herself up unless we make this ship stop moving. And - from what I gather - you and whatever cargo you've got onboard this sack-of-wet-rocks are all going to die if we don't manage an emergency landing in the next... oh..." sniffing the air Centauri scowled, "Sixteen minutes... so, we either crawl through this out-of-control metal box, praying not to die in the adventure, or I fly my ship out of here with you and hope that the patron-saint-of-explosions is on holiday... personally," wrenching his hat free from her grip Centauri smiled and put it on his head, "I think that - in the long run - the engine room sounds like a better bet, don't you?"
Lysithea
Posted: May 16 2011, 04:30 AM


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G-Gallifrey! Lysithea stuttered, though her word was barely audible, mixed up with a gasp. She jerked backwards, almost falling full out onto her back in her desperate attempts. For the moment, the old man was forgotten, and the only thing of importance was this little robotic dog shooting at her. She clutched the hat of the older Time Lord close to her, almost as if it were a security blanket, and shivered involuntarily. In her mind, this was it. She might as well have just waited back in the little pantry and waited her demise. This wasn’t any better, surely. She had tried to get someone to save her, and she had accidentally knocked him out or killed him or something, and his little robot dog wasn’t so forgiving of her having hit its master over the back of the head with a piece of pipe. She managed to pick herself up from the ground, taking a step backwards. Maybe she was close enough to the door that she could make a run for it – and she stopped as she ran into the wall. The door was several feet away, and there was no way she’d make it out before that dog got her.

The K-9 unit announced that ‘Centauri-Master’ wasn’t damaged, and Lysithea breathed out slightly in relief. But when the older man suddenly jerked up, her eyes went wide, and she hugged the hat closer to her chest, hoping it would hide and protect her, somehow. Pressure in her chest at her anxiety almost caused her to make a noise of some sort – no doubt it would have been akin to a little shriek, or even a squeak – and she wished she were elsewhere. She forced herself to concentrate: crashing towards the planet. No hope of survival unless this man did something! That didn’t lessen her anxiety, however, and she watched him, ready to be yelled at, chastised, slapped – anything. She had hit him, perhaps he felt that he had just as much right to return the favor. When the K-9 unit labeled her a ‘female enemy unit,’ her mouth dropped open slightly. As if her diminutive, slight form and her almost adolescent face could possibly suggest her to be an enemy! She started again, though, as the older Time Lord asked if she hit him. Her mouth clamped shut again, and she felt the pressure rising within her once more. She tried to say yes, but this time, the noise really did come out as a squeak, followed by a short, quick nod of her head for the affirmative.

He seemed more content with the fact that he had figured out who had hit him rather than figuring out a method of retaliation. The little robot dog was still not so forgiving, it seemed. She looked almost desperately at the Time Lord, as though she were ready to beg for her life, if he so deemed to allow the K-9 unit to ‘disable’ her. The hat comment threw her off her guard, however – if one could properly say that she even really had a sense of guarding herself, anyway. She looked down at the hat that she had been so distractedly hugging in her distress. She loosened her grip on it, blushing at the remark, then let the one hand that was now holding it fall to her side. The presumed ship had to be a TARDIS – a grown one though, and she was so unfamiliar with them, as they felt so distant and foreign to her as a tender of corals – and it was starting to dematerialize. She wasn’t expecting to leave with him in it, but she figured that their only hope could lie in that ship of his. The K-9 unit managed to stop it from leaving them to their doom on the ship, however, and she breathed out slightly in relief, if only slightly.

The Time Lord locked the door and began to look around the room. He seemed to not pay attention to her, and she was slightly indignant about this. She was the one he needed to help, anyway, and she had made the distress signal. Maybe she had just upset him that much, and he didn’t want to mess with her. He was acting awfully distant. She didn’t know if that was a good sign or a bad one; she had never been good at reading people. Her social skills left a lot to be desired, anyway, and she never knew how to even deal with others, let alone draw attention to herself. Or be liked, for that matter. He was talking to himself, it seemed, and she let him be. She didn’t even understand what he was saying, but that didn’t make any difference, what, with his ignoring her and all.

At last, she decided to slip in a word edgewise. She didn’t know what was going on, what he planned to do, or how they were going to get out of this alive. “What?” Lysithea managed to get out of her extremely dry mouth. The word was simple, yet managed to croak out in another sort of squeak. She cleared her throat slightly, seemingly embarrassed, as though such an action were rude and unseemly. He smiled at her, which made her feel slightly more at ease – very very slightly – and began to answer. And his answer didn’t match at all with that smile, in her opinion, because she had been hoping for much better news. Dying didn’t seem like good news to her. She stiffened, her face showing signs of her unease: eyebrows rose, mouth turned into a frown, worry lines crossing her expressions. She thought that the second option sounded like a much easier one. What did he mean by ‘in the long run?’ How could it possibly be easier?

Lysithea cast him a skeptical look, not even really noticing the absence of the hat in her hand. “I dunno,” she said, folding her hands together and wringing them. “Is there a way that doesn’t involve us all dying?” She gave a little nervous laugh, despite the seriousness of the situation. “I mean, I don’t know if there is anyone else alive on the ship. So it might just be us… you know… doing the dying bit. But the corals…” She stopped, giving an awkward little apologetic smile again. Had she given something away? This mission wasn’t exactly first on the Gallifreyan newsletter, after all; Lady President Romana had kept it secret, and here she was, blabbing it out to a stranger! She moved her right foot anxiously, tilting it so the weight was more on the edge rather than the bottom. “If you think we can make it to the engine… It just sounded dangerous, ’s all. We don’t really have a choice, though, do we?” She took a deep breath. She sounded absolutely ridiculous, and she knew it. Oh, how did people manage to sound so confident and self-assured? She realized they had more important things to worry about than her lack of self esteem, however (like not dying), and so she nodded. She was terrified of trying to get to the engine room in time – but it was either that or wait for their deaths. Trying to actively prevent it seemed like the better option. She looked at him nervously, and perhaps just a little bit terrified. “I suppose we should be on our way then, right?” Here they were, about to embark on what would the adventure of a lifetime – to save their lives – for her. Or at least second to getting on this ship to begin with anyway. She hadn’t even told him name yet. That was what people did, right? “I’m Lysithea, by the way,” she added lamely. She remembered what the K-9 unit had called him earlier and decided to address him by it, slightly proud of herself for having figured out how to properly navigate a customary introduction. “It is nice to meet you, Centauri-Master.” She gave him a little grin.
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Centauri was taken aback when the diminutive woman managed to quip the question of whether or not there was a 'non-dying' option. Smiling - and almost surprised expression - he was utterly shocked that, despite her obvious fear, she was still trying to cope. She practically radiated fear - stank of it really. Yet she was still cracking wise - still trying to 'cope' with the problems being thrown at her.

Whether she realized she was doing it or not.

When she spoke of 'the corals' Centauri finally realized what it was that was keeping her from 'bolting' into some nice cupboard. The 'coral-tenders' on Gallifrey had - usually - consisted of the elderly, insane or infirm... usually those of Gallifreyan society who were just south of becoming outlanders but still willing to live on 'modern' terms. There were a lot of myths - a lot of stories - about the Gallifreyans and Time Lords who 'settled' in THAT corner of the undercity on ancient Gallifrey. Quite willing to ignore - and be ignored - by the politics and wars and policies of the high council and the lord/lady president. To them, the only thing that was important, was the raising of the coral reefs along the underside of the Eye of Harmony; and finding the perfect 'bond' for their 'children' to join with.

Centauri couldn't tell if this girl (woman would probably be more accurate, though her figure and mannerisms didn't scream 'woman' at all) had been born a coral tender or if she had come to it... not that it mattered, all it really explained was why she didn't bolt; the 'children' she loved were in danger and she had to save them. That was admirable - it wasn't something you were taught; it was a part of who you were. Part of what made you... well... you. To stand against your fears and fight against them... admirable.

Sighing as she asked her question about a non-dying solution. Centauri explained, "TARDISes aren't supposed to lock on to something when that something is unstable, damaged or flying to sporadically to get a safe landing-lock. My TARDIS managed to get a mid-second lock but it shifted before she could complete her landing. Unless I get this ship stationary the area around her landing point will warp until the TARDIS, the ship and much of the space around it are torn inside out," licking his lips Centauri sighed, "And I can't just leave - there's no guarantee that the ship wouldn't just warp anyway. There's also no guarantee that I could get a lock on the ship again for long enough to save your coral," while she seemed to be 'steeling' herself against some sort of resolution. Centauri groaned, bent over, and picked up his fedora.

Standing in front of her as she seemed to be thinking to herself - almost like she'd forgotten he was there - Centauri set the hat on her head and smiled when she seemed to come back to reality, "You can hang on to it for a while - just in case you need an... intimate moment," winking he saw a real grin finally spread across her mouth and laughed when she introduced herself and then called him by the 'title' K9 had given him, "No - no, I don't serve anyone and nobody serves me - so it's just Centauri," looking her up and down (his much to large hat seeming to want to fall down over her ears) Centauri slowly smiled and, despite the spinning and rumbling ship, took her hand and returned her nervous grin, "Alright then Lys, Onwards!"

Suddenly the ship tilted to one side and the two companions were suddenly thrown sliding towards the viewscreen. Holding onto Lys with one hand and pressing a button on his umbrella Centauri grinned as the handle of the umbrella suddenly shot upwards - like a rocket - and hooked itself on the door handle at the far end of the bridge. The long cable - leading back to the rest of the umbrella - went taunt as Centauri put his and Lys' weight against it, "Nothing to it," he said as he kept his grip on her hand and pressed another button on the lower-half of the umbrella. Slowly, painfully slowly, the 'cable' began to retract inside the umbrella. Pulling them upwards towards the door frame.

Grunting at the strain being put on his old bones Centauri looked down at Lys and said, "Grab onto my legs - climb up over me. Once you're on the wall - which is now the roof - on the other side of the door frame. Pull me up," watching the fear in her eyes from earlier, as it started to master the determination. Centauri gave her hand a squeeze and with a grin he said, "C'mon - you can do it - just climb over me and pull me up. You won't fall... and even if you do," he smiled an old, tired yet reassuring smile and said, "I will catch you... I promise," nodding once more Centauri tugged on her arm as they hung there and said, "Now climb!"
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Lysithea’s face turned into one of uncertainty, for she realized she had said too much about the corals. Perhaps she was over-thinking it. He was another Time Lord, after all, so perhaps Lady Romana wouldn’t be too upset that he knew about this mission. She sighed slightly to herself. She didn’t have any other choice but to go on, now, did she? Besides, she figured it alright that she had said it after all. Otherwise, he wouldn’t know the importance of the cargo that she carried. She didn’t have her entire stock here, of course, but those weaklings that she had brought… Well, she just couldn’t bear to have brought them this far from home only from them to be destroyed. She saddened at the thought of their songs going out, fading away into nothingness…

Centauri started to explain just why his option was the only one that would work – that it was the only non-dying one. Lysithea watched, blank-faced, unsure completely of what he was talking about. She was much more familiar with the corals. The exact details of how a grown TARDIS worked were way beyond her. She nodded slightly, unsure, but not willing to show it. She just decided to trust his judgment in the matter. What else could she do? Either that or perish with ship. At least they had to try to get out of there. She was trying to prepare herself. They had to try. No other choice. She had to keep telling herself that, and then maybe, just maybe, she would survive. Otherwise, she would lose her nerve, and there was no telling what would happen. The corals. It was for the corals.

Centauri sat his fedora upon her head, and she started, coming out of her thoughts. Once she realized what he had done and what he had said, a grin broke out across her face. He corrected her on his name, and she blushed deeply. Oh, really, how could she have done something so silly? The K-9 unit must have been calling him that because it helped him. She really must have looked incompetent. Well, it wasn’t honestly far from the truth. People had been telling her that all her life. The only job she had been able to actually do well in was tending the corals. She wasn’t wanted elsewhere, and she didn’t really fit in with anyone. Was she going to prove herself so ignorant in front of the person that was trying to save her and her corals? She hid her disappointment in herself, and she tried to stay looking upbeat. He said ‘onwards,’ and she nodded. She paused for a short second – Lys? She wasn’t quite sure she liked that shortening of her name, but she went with it for now.

She was about to take a step, but the ship tilted and she was thrown to the side with Centauri. A short shriek escaped her lips, and then she was jerked as Centauri grabbed her hand. Her other hand reached up to the grab the hat upon her head, holding it steady. She realized she hadn’t fallen and hurt herself – but she was hanging by a thread. Well, by an umbrella. She looked up slowly, taking in the situation. It was just ridiculous, honestly. How had she gotten into something like this? She closed her eyes tightly. She just wanted to go home. They were pulled upwards, but Lysithea couldn’t bring herself to open her eyes still. What would happen once they got up there anyway? Everything was wrong, as far as simple things like up and down. How were they to get out?

Lysithea opened her eyes when she realized that they had stopped and Centauri was talking to her. Climb up over him? Her eyes widened now with shock and fear as she took in what he was saying. She had to. She had to. Right? She had to. She closed her eyes momentarily, trying to gather enough courage to do this. What if she fell though? She felt the hand that held her’s tighten, and she opened her eyes to see Centauri looking down at her. He was grinning at her – an act that was so rare for her to see, anyway. And then, when he told her that even if she did fall (as though he could read her mind and knew what she feared), he would catch her. Her mouth parted slightly. No one had ever shown her such kindness as to say something of the sort to her. She smiled at him, a pure genuine smile. His encouragement worked; she was going to do it.

She pulled up her other arm, grabbing onto his legs like he had said. She used his other hand to help pull herself up a bit more, and she was hugging his waist. “’S awfully difficult,” she said, grunting a bit as she struggled a bit more. She pulled herself up little by little, finding that she had to practically wrap herself around him to not fall off of him. She blushed again as she came up face-to-face with him, giving a nervous little laugh. “Sorry… A bit awkward, this.” She pulled herself up more, trying not to hurt his head as she got up to his shoulders. She managed to sort of sit on them, reaching up to grab the bottom of the umbrella just above where Centauri’s own grasp held it. She pulled up, trying to push off him a bit, but she suddenly sit from where she was perched. She hung from the umbrella just above him, screaming again a little. “Omega!” she cried, giving a little sound akin to a sob afterwards. She looked at him, remembering his words. She didn’t know how he could catch her if he had to hang on as well, but somehow, the fact that he had even made a promise was enough to make her have courage to keep going.

Lysithea maneuvered herself so that her knee was back on Centauri’s shoulder. “Sorry if I’m hurtin’ you,” she said, pushing herself up with the knee and reaching up. She got to the door frame and pulled herself up, grunting more as she got to the top. Once she had finally gotten there and was comfortably on the other side of the door, she grinned, panting. She was awfully proud of herself. She had never managed anything like that before, and it was a miracle she had managed it now. She reached down for Centauri’s arm, trying to situate herself so that she didn’t fall while helping him up. “C’mon. I’ll help you this time.” She practically giggled at the statement. She never thought that those words could possibly come out of her mouth.
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Wincing as she used his knee-cap to push herself upwards Centauri rasped out, "I didn't say it would be EASY - in fact I'm sure- ah! I don't think you'll find much purchase for your foot there... bit to the right... that's better," exhaling as Lys found a better 'support' for her foot Centauri cleared his throat as she pushed herself higher, "As I was saying, I'm sure it's going to be VERY difficult - but with time and effort I'm sure- mwah!" getting her foot in his face just as she grabbed hold of the door frame was the last thing Centauri expected. Spitting as Lys climbed the rest of the way up through the door Centauri said, "You know, I hope you clean those my dear - the last thing I need is a mouth full of foot... stuff," ducking as she swung her other foot up Centauri groaned as she grabbed his arms and began to haul him up, "That will probably be easier - I'm not likely to be as heavy as you," he said with a teasing smile.

Grabbing onto her shoulders Centauri kicked against the wall as he used her tiny frame to pull himself up and through the door frame, "Ah... well! That wasn't so-" his grip slackening Centauri suddenly dropped back through the door a few inches - grunting as he held on to Lys' legs - and pushed himself against his umbrella and the doorframe until he was lying next to Lys panting, "Phew... alright, no... crowing until... wow, until I'm all the way-" he pointed upwards and let his arm drop, "Out," suddenly another explosion rocked the ship and Centauri groaned, "Merde! We've just entered the upper atmosphere - we can't have more than an hour before this whole ship looses its orbit and we-" suddenly the whole ship began tilting to one side and Centauri suddenly felt himself sliding in another direction.

Letting out a shout he reached out to grab his umbrella - hanging from the door frame where it had retracted back into its handle. But the ship turned too quickly and suddenly Centauri and Lys were sliding end-over-end-over-end through open corridors. Shouting in surprise and discomfort as they tumbled Centauri managed to grab hold of Lys' leg - just the whole ship suddenly began to turn AGAIN. Feeling a large amount of preasure build up over his whole body Centauri groaned as they 'floated' in mid-air for a second before bouncing a few times and coming to a soft, but loud, crash against a door three corridors AWAY from where they'd been just a minute ago. Sitting up slowly Centauri groaned as he rubbed at his head... and realized he was still holding Lys' leg.

Which he realized just BEFORE he realized he was sitting on her.

Jumping to his feet Centauri winced and rubbed at his back, "Oh! Merde... I'm sorry about that - at least the gravity systems are on the fritz, if they'd stayed in force all through our flight we'd have ended up as a mushy brown paste at the far end of the NEXT corridor, because we'd likely have gone through - or parts of us - this door," leaning against the wall Centauri picked up his fedora, which was the only thing not rumbled, and put it back on Lys' head before looking around, "Well, we made good time, can't be more than... oh... a few more feet to the drive room. If we don't run into any company we should-" with a loud 'clump-clump-clump' a purple potato-shaped suit of armor stamped up in front of them, "And what if you SHOULD run into 'company' Time Lord?"

Pulling its helmet off the scar-faced Sontaran smirked at Centaur as the old man said, "You know, you wouldn't think something so short - and in such a vibrant primary color - would be so lethal," chuckling the Sontaran hefted his gun at Centauri's forehead and said, "Come old one - I will shoot you first, you're sure to be more sport than this tiny one. We had all but decided to leave her to roast in that control room! Seeing you die first should provide her with the kind of fear that we DESERVE from your people," Centauri raised an eyebrow, "I take it you're friends are all buckled in to the attack-pods that latched onto the ship? Planning to ride out the impact and then hide themselves in the wreckage to kill or injure any time lords that show up?"

The Sontaran clapped his hands together with a loud pop, "Indeed! It will be glorious to take the lives of both this freighters people AND a rescue squad... or two," Centauri raised an eyebrow, "Or two?" the Sontaran licked his lips, "Time Lords can be very... determined," Centuari smirked and held out his hand, "Very true... RETRACT!" suddenly his umbrella - almost four corridors away - suddenly made a loud 'snap' sound as the hook where it had been hanging from the door suddenly popped loose as the umbrella launched itself from the door-hook... and (passing through the same 'gravity-free' zone that Centauri and Lys had ridden through) tumbled end-over-end right into the probic vent at the back of the Sontarans neck.

Groaning the Sontaran made a grab for his collar but passed out before he could reach it. Collapsing to the deck the potato-like alien lay still as Centauri yanked his umbrella free and saluted the Sontaran, "Like you said, VERY determined," turning around Centauri knelt down in front of the door lock and began to examine it, "Now then, hopefully I can hotwire this thing... if not..." suddenly the whole ship began to shake again and started to tilt in the direction they'd just come from, "Right, best not to think about the 'if nots' right now..."
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Posted: Jun 8 2011, 01:43 AM


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When the ship shifted, Lysithea gave a little gasp before calling out with the movement. No, no, no! She had just managed to get up Centauri and his umbrella, and then she had helped him up, and she had been scared and worried, and now this! They were soon tumbling through the corridor, and Lysithea’s arm flailed as she tried to grab onto something that would stop her. She felt Centauri’s hand go around her leg, half-expecting to be jerked up and held in place – but that wasn’t the case. The pressure – and slight pain from moderate bruising – certainly made the movement through the corridors less than comfortable. When they finally stopped, she found herself beneath Centauri, his hand still holding her leg. She scowled slightly in irritation, wiggling under him and groaning in protest. “’Scuse me, but…” She grunted, unable to say much more with him on her stomach.

The other Time Lord finally realized that he had landed atop her, and he was quick to get up. Lysithea picked herself up as well, stumbling slightly. Her hand went to her head, and she held it for a second. She looked down; nothing broken – just a few bruises. None to her ego, that was for sure. She looked to the older Time Lord, wondering if he was alright as well. She winced as he mentioned what could have happened. Right. Just what she had been worried about. She wondered slightly why she had even let him talk her into this. Perhaps she should have seen if he could have gone on his own. Or maybe he should have been smart and left the ship of Time Lords to their own death without risking his own life. She wouldn’t have blamed him, certainly – well, she wouldn’t have even known the difference. But this little trek across the ship to save them didn’t seem to be going that well at all so far.

In the very least, he was right: they were almost to where they needed to be. Just as he mentioned having company, the so-called ‘company’ appeared before them. Lysithea gave out a slight squeak and jumped behind Centauri. She peered out at the Sontaran around his shoulder, holding her hands before her chest and wringing them slightly. What was he doing on here? She supposed it could be a different one. She didn’t honestly mean to be so… racist, but really, she couldn’t tell the difference. Weren’t they all clones anyway? She didn’t so much about these other species, to be honest, so she decided to keep her mouth shut and hide her ignorance. Centauri merely made a joke, obviously not scared of them himself. She managed a slight smile, though she still cowered behind him. He seemed to think something of her, but she couldn’t see why. She never figured that in all her lives she be able to manage the same type of bravery that he obviously could.

As the Sontaran threatened to shoot the one with more ‘sport’ first (as opposed to shooting her, the ‘tiny one’ – or the weak one and terrified one – first, she was sure), Lysithea raised her eyebrows. She bit her bottom lift, watching the Sontaran from her hidden position. Apparently they were all on the attack-pods, where they would go through the ship (once it had crash-landed) to wipe out the survivors. Lysithea cringed at the realization. If he hadn’t shown up and she had somehow managed to survive, she wouldn’t have last long after crashing onto the surface of the planet. Her mind went to the corals. It’d be a miracle, as far as she saw it, if they all survived this little adventure gone wrong.

Suddenly, though, Centauri’s umbrella was back into view. Her mouth parted slightly in pleasant surprise as the Sontaran fell down to the ground motionless. She grinned happily at Centauri. “That was amazing!” she cried, clapping her hands together cheerfully. Centauri was examining the door, and the ship tilted slightly again. She reached out to grab Centauri’s arm, freezing in place. When she realized that they weren’t going anywhere – at least yet – she let go of him, flashing him an embarrassed smile. “Sorry ’bout that,” she gushed. She looked up at the door Centauri was examining, giving a shrug. “No problem.” She walked forward, prying the panel off of the wall. With small, yet nimble fingers that were only used to tending TARDIS corals, Lysithea let muscle memory take over. She maneuvered the wires, tugging and switching them around until at last, the door slid open. She smiled slightly, then glanced at Centauri, realizing he probably had no idea how she could know how to do something like that. In all honesty, she didn’t either. She wasn’t a skill technician or electrician, by any stretch of the imagination. “Don’t ask,” she said with a cheeky grin. “I saw my cousin Kansen do it once. Or rather, he is my second cousin, thrice removed. Or… was… Time War and all. Anyway. Must’ve just… remembered how or something.” She nodded towards the room. “This part is all you, though. Believe you me, I have no idea what any of this stuff does. I would just like to get down all safe with the corals…” She glanced back over her shoulder distractedly.
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Centauri's eyes widened as the tiny woman manipulated the wiring like a deft technician. Within seconds the door made a loud 'clunk' and slid open. His eyes almost as wide as his eyes from how it was hanging open, Centauri looked at the woman and, reaching up. Tilted the fedora he'd put on her head backwards, "Next you'll be telling me you can pick pockets and hack computer accounts," patting her on the shoulder Centauri breezed through the door and whistled as he looked around the room. Dozens of pipes and (even more numerous) gears could be seen pulsing and humming and clicking as the ship struggled to regain its decaying orbit, "You gotta love Gallifreyan technology... powerful, ancient... and as out of date as a club in a gun show," sighing Centauri hobbled over to one of the larger gears and examined it.

"I haven't worked with these types of mass-drive engines since I was a kid... what did they do at those old shipyards during the time war? Just pick designs out of their mom's closet and throw darts at it? 'Ah yes! That's the one we want - the last chicken in the shop look!'," rolling his eyes Centauri climbed down on his knees and tried to wriggle under one of the larger tanks, "Here we go..." he muttered... just as several loud booted heels could be heard on the floor outside the engine room. His eyes widening Centauri watched as Lys matched his gaze, "Oh merde..." scrambling out from under the huge gear-structure-thing Centauri pointed under it, "You're smaller - you'll fit - get under and don't make a sound,"

Running towards the opposite end of the room as the Sontarans could be heard shouting and arguing - as they must have found their fallen comrade - Centauri looked left and then right. Licking his lips the old time lord hooked his umbrella over the side of a coolant tank and, with a loud grunt, pulled himself up and over the side. Floating in the bluish liquid so that only his head was above the water Centauri mentally thanked the stars that he'd given Lys his fedora just as three Sontaran soldiers and - what looked like - a general marched through the door, "It would seem these Time Lords are not quite as dead as we would desire - search the engine room!" saluting their general with a loud Sontar-Ha! The three soldiers began to fan out as they 'hunted' for Centauri and Lys.

Taking a deep breath Centauri forced himself under the surface of the coolant. Looking over the side of the tank the stocky Sontaran General scowled, "They've deactivated the coolant tanks... perhaps they thought to destroy us before we crash," flipping one of the gears the Sontaran nodded as the coolant tank began to glow again and the loud vent at the bottom of the tank began to hum, "Sir! We have made an examination of the surrounding terrain, sighted nothing - reporting same," nodding the general climbed down the access ladder and put his hands behind his back, "You will position one of your soldiers outside this door Lieutenant Tor - if there are any other invaders we shall soon sight them,"

Saluting their general two of the soldiers moved out after him - the third taking up a position in front of the door as it whirred shut and locked.

The first thing Centauri realized when that vent activated was that it was loud... the second was that either he was a lot worse a swimmer than he thought he was... or that suction was a lot stronger. Struggling to find a grip as he was drug closer to the vent Centauri felt the lack of oxygen building up in his lungs just as he was yanked through the vent with a loud 'pop' and suddenly he was being sucked up, down and around inside the pipes leading into the main engine. Jamming his hands against any purchase he could find Centauri managed to catch a glimpse of Lys as he managed to stop himself from 'whooshing' to his doom for a second - only to lose sight of her again when he was sucked onwards one more.

Jamming his boots against the pipe grating where it led into the engine Centauri could feel the heat through the coolant - his lungs screaming for air - just as the grate began to gave way... and Centauri was suddenly dropped to the deck with a loud THUD as the piping around him broke apart and he was set free. Laying in a puddle of glowing blue fluid Centauri looked up at a very panicy-looking Lys and nodded, "Well... hooo... well done, well done..." he said with a weak nod, "VERY well done,"
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Lysithea grinned at the older Time Lord as he turned the fedora around on her head. Her hand flew up to straighten her hair some anxiously, but the grin never quite left her face. He had obviously been surprised by the whole business she had just been able to pull off. Well, she wouldn’t have expected much out of her either. It wasn’t much, though, really. She just happened to have… a very good memory. She didn’t actually know what she was doing. When he said that she would be telling him next that she knew how to pick pockets and hack computer accounts, she shrugged. “Oh, I wouldn’t make a very good thief, you know. And there are a few things – though very few – that I can do on a computer. Again, from watching others.” Her grin turned down a notch into a mere smile. The statement on Centauri’s part was most likely meant as a rhetorical sort of thing, but Lysithea wasn’t quite good at this whole ‘social interaction’ thing yet. In fact, this was the most that someone had spoken to her in years, at least addressing her specifically as a person and not just a worker – and a lowly one at that. The fact that he gave her such attention was… heartwarming.

As they entered the room, Lysithea looked around in awe. There were interesting places like this on the generation ship, but she hadn’t really stopped to look at the inner workings. The pipes and gears twisted and turned, and she had no idea what any of them really did. Still, it was rather fascinating. Her childlike enthusiasm was quelled, however, when Centauri scoffed at its design and materials. Of course she didn’t know any better, being from the family and career that she was, and technology and non-sentient ships weren’t really her thing. She was just glad she hadn’t praised the engine on its interesting features when they were supposedly so sub par. She jumped when she heard the boots outside, and her thoughts immediately stopped. They were replaced with fear yet again, for she was sure that those booted feet had to belong to the Sontarans. Lysithea scrambled under the place that Centauri indicated after nodding profusely. No sound – no problem. She was sure she didn’t want to get caught, if she could help it.

She barely caught sight of Centauri pulling himself into the tank before she disappeared completely under the gear-like structure. Closing her eyes tightly, Lysithea practically tried to recede into herself to avoid being caught. These Sontarans were terrifying, and she really preferred that she wasn’t spotted. It sounded as though they left a moment later after apparently finding nothing. Lysithea sighed in relief, knowing that there was a soldier remaining outside the door – but that they were safe for now. She dragged herself out from her hiding place, and sighing with relief, looked towards the coolant tank. Raising her eyebrows, she went over to peer inside; perhaps Centauri had just not heard that they left. Once she noticed that the system was once again on, her eyes widened in shock. “Centauri?” she whispered, not wanting to draw too much attention to the room again. She looked in desperation at the controls on the side of the tank. That’d probably do her no good now. She had to see where he had been pulled off to!

Lysithea spun around and looked up wildly at the pipes. Was he in one of those? She ran around, driven by panic. “Oh, Gallifrey… Oh, Rassilon!” she muttered anxiously. She waved her arms around uncontrollably as she rushed to and fro before she finally caught sight of Centauri. Their eyes met for a split second, and he was sucked by the current of the liquid once more by the engines. “There has to be an emergency evacuation or… or… or something!” She ran around, her eyes darting around for a way to help him escape from the confines of the piping. She raced ahead, trying to anticipate the route that he would be forced to take. “There’s gotta be a way out!” At last, she spotted a sort of hatch door that led up into the system – most likely for maintenance on the grating that was right before the engines. She ran over to it and looked around for something to open it. On the thick metal pole that helped hold up that particular set of piping was a maintenance order to open the hatch – along with several warnings not to do it when the liquid was running for obvious reasons – but Lysithea slammed her hand against the button anyway.

Liquid spilled out onto the floor, splashing her legs and the bottom part of her tea-length skirt. She wrinkled her nose for half a second at this, but it was immediately forgotten as Centauri fell with a thud to the floor as well. From his laying position, he looked up and told her ‘well done.’ She smiled nervously, just glad that he made it out alive. From the way he was breathing, she could only assume that she had gotten him out of there just in time. She tried to calm down herself, but her fretfulness was still obvious. “Well, you know… none of this would have happened to you anyway if you hadn’t been trying to save me.” She looked away, embarrassed. “No one really does stuff like that. It was the least I could do, really.” She turned her gaze back to him, her cheeks flushed red, apparently unused to receiving any sort of gratitude. “So, uh… They left a Sontaran outside the door…” She glanced at it with unease, hoping the creature hadn’t heard them.
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Spitting out a mouthful of blue slime Centauri made a face as he shook his left arm and the goop just swung around like it was some sort of giant snot-ball, "I feel so funky!" he muttered as he drug his arm along the plating and it just made a long string of blue slime, "Gah! Get of damnit! Yeuch!" when Lys said that her help wasn't important and she started to look embarrassed Centauri put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey I'm serious - I'd have been engine-fuel if you hadn't... oh..." lifting his slime-covered hand from where it had 'stuck' to her shirt Centauri made a face and pulled his hand back- bringing a long string of goo with it that was attached to her shoulder, "Yeah... look, I'm serious though - really - you did a good job, I thank you for it,"

When she softly asked him 'really' the old man laughed, "I don't just compliment people for the fun of it - merde!" he swore as he tiredly got to his feet and said, "I don't even compliment K9 unless I have to but with his ego-" Centauri was cut off as the tiny child-like woman grabbed him around the neck and planted a very nervous kiss on his lips. However, the longer the kiss lasted the 'stronger' it got. Almost as if Lys was sort of letting 'little bits' of herself out at incriminates until she was certain that she actually liked the feeling of the kiss. Centauri didn't struggle - he was far too shocked to struggle - but when she started to throw a few 'new' ideas into her kiss (mostly involving her tongue) he certainly responded in kind - almost falling to the deck as she pressed herself against him... and her eyes suddenly snapped open.

Staggering forward as she almost 'bolted' backwards Centauri licked his lips and popped his jaw as she blabbered about how forward that was - how she didn't know what happened - was this stuff toxic - did it mess with your head? If so that could certainly explain- and that was when Centauri put his hands up, "Woah! Woah! WOAH!" when she stopped long enough for him to get a word in the old man said, "HEAVY alert? Huh? Ho-kay... look, people kiss okay? They flirt and they react with their instincts - often... well... sexual, instincts. There's nothing wrong with it alright? Animals do that - aliens do that, everyone does that okay? If it felt right why worry about it? Speaking for myself-" that was when she put her hand over his mouth and changed the subject (almost like she changed a light bulb) to the Sontaran guard outside.

Licking her hand Centauri grinned when she snatched it away, "There's nothing to worry about - this whole area is soundproofed from the outside. Most of the internal systems are clockwork or gear-based... and you wouldn't believe the noise that makes when a crew is trying to sleep. It's one of the reasons the design was so ill-favored by all but the most inexperienced crew - somehow not being able to hear the engines made people sick when you entered warp and-" but then she nervously interrupted again - anything to keep him from talking about the last few seconds - and asked if they should hurry, Right... now then," walking over to the bank of engines Centauri began tapping pipes and connections with his umbrella, "Lets see... these engines are delicate, we can't just go banging around... we need to stabilize the ships orbit before we power down the engines and lock them out... okay,"

Reaching under a bank of engine terminals Centauri pulled out a broom, put it in Lys' arms and led her over to the door the Sontaran had gone through, "Right here dear... there we go - point it right at the door," leaning Lys up against a computer bank Centauri then positioned the broom so it was right against her chest, finally pointing the broom at the door and winking, "This should be good," hobbling back over to the engine terminal Centauri positioned his umbrella in his hand and grinned, "Onwards!" slamming the umbrella handle against the nearest terminal Centauri let out a cheer as the ship suddenly jerked 'backwards' - sending Centauri flying to the other end of the engine room... and bringing the Sontaran guard crashing through the door backwards...

Neck-first into the broom shaft.

As the alien made a gurgling screech and collapsed to the deck the engines made a tremendous high-pitched WHEEP sound and the lights all winked out. Feeling the ship shudder to a stop Centauri grinned as he pulled himself free of the wreckage and stared at Lys who was still holding the broom for dear life. Prying the broom from her hands Centauri took hold of her shaking left hand, kissed her on the cheek and said, "Shall we run for our lives?"
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Posted: Jul 26 2011, 03:55 AM


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Gratitude wasn’t something she was used to, that was for sure. And Lysithea didn’t really understand how to take it. After all, she had never proven useful to anyone, and even if she had done something for someone else, they never even paid attention to her efforts. In fact, they never really paid attention to her at all. She looked at him sheepishly. “Really?” she asked, wanting confirmation. He could have just been trying to seem nice. He was assuring her, going on about not even doing that with K-9, but her mind was elsewhere. The fact that this older Time Lord was saving her and helping her and thanking her made her feel important. It made her feel special. It made her feel… loved. He may have been older than her – well, she didn’t even know how much older than her he was – but she didn’t really pay attention to that. She was young, inexperienced, and didn’t understand what she was doing.

Lysithea’s tiny arms wrapped around Centauri’s neck, and she placed her lips on his. She was so hesitant and unsure – not really knowing what she had done or why she had done it – but she was led on by her instincts. But it didn’t stop there, for the inexperienced young Time Lady couldn’t think to adhere to any sort of social protocol. Of course, she didn’t even understand social protocol, let alone realize that snogging a near-stranger wasn’t exactly normal. She didn’t know how to handle these new feelings that had welled up within her so quickly. The kiss continued, and since Centauri didn’t react negatively towards it in any way, she didn’t stop it herself. She had seen people kiss before, though, and she decided to go with things she had seen them do. But as soon as her tongue came into the mix and she pressed herself more closely against him, Centauri almost fell backwards onto the deck floor.

Her eyes flew open, and reality came crashing back down upon her. She untangled herself from him, pulling back her arms and withdrawing to herself. She took a few steps backwards, shrinking from him. Her face flushed bright red, and she was practically trembling with anxiety. She had just kissed him. No, no, it was much worse than that. She had all but thrown herself at him, pressing up against him and kissing and… Oh, Gallifrey, it was horrible! What had she done? She had finally found someone who thought something of her, who had wanted to save her and was actually grateful of something she did! And she had just gone and ruined it by reacting to feelings that were silly and obviously false.

“Oh, R-Rassilon!” she managed to stammer at last. Lysithea shook her head, wringing her hands. She took a step towards him, then thinking better of it as embarrassment swept her over once more, she took two steps backwards again. “Oh, dear. I’m so sorry! I swear! That was so terribly forward of me! How wrong it was!” She shook her head, closing her eyes tight so she wouldn’t have to look at the other Time Lord. The humiliation of it all! She managed to ruin everything, didn’t she? And how had she even done that? “I’ve never done anything like that before, Centauri, sir, I promise!” She looked down at the mess of goop that had been smeared along the front of her blouse from pressing against Centauri. Her arms were covered in it as well, from where they had encircled his neck. Perhaps this all had something to do with it. “What about this stuff? Is it toxic? What if it had something to do with me acting like this? Oh, Gallifrey. Really, I swear I’ve never done this before to anyone…”

Centauri finally decided to take the short pause to get his own word in. Lysithea clamped her mouth shut and listened to him, her face still a lovely rouge. He tried to explain away such instincts as being natural, but that only made her feel more degraded. A supposed Time Lady, acting like an animal! How improper! Whatever he was about to say for himself, she didn’t want to hear it. Besides, there was the matter of that… She reached up and clamped her hand over his mouth. “Sontaran…” She told him of the Sontaran outside the door. She snatched her hand back as he licked it, flashing him a look, perhaps a little horrified. He assured her that the room was soundproofed, but she still looked doubtful. Even if he couldn’t hear, perhaps he would get curious anyway and come to check out the room again, just to make sure they weren’t there once more… “Shouldn’t we hurry, though?” she tossed out, glancing between him and the door. After all, they were still plummeting. And she rather would prefer not dying, despite the fact that she felt she could indeed die from the embarrassment she was still currently enduring.

Lysithea was hardly fit to move, and somehow Centauri recognized that. She was handed a broom and positioned by him, and she shivered from his touch. Oh, what she had done… Still, she had to concentrate. Getting out alive. That was key, yes? He winked at her, and her eyes widened, watching the door. What was he about to – The ship was thrown, but she was stabilized by the computer terminal he had placed her in front of. The Sontaran came through the door, and she didn’t even have to move; he managed to fall straight onto the broom staff that was pointed in his direction. She was still shaking, even with the Sontaran lying on the ground. The lights had blinked out around her, and she had no idea what was going to happen next. “Is this it?” she managed to say. The next thing she knew, Centauri was pulling the broom out of her death grip. He grabbed her hand and kissed her on the cheek. His question brought her out of her trance-like state, and she looked at him, a wild expression on her face. “Run?” she asked, as though he were mad. She glanced about her, realizing where she was and what had happened. They were safe. Were they? She didn’t know. All she knew all of a sudden was that she trusted him, even if she had messed things up rather terribly. “Yes. Yes. We should run. Right? Yes.” She nodded forward, gripping his hand tightly, ready to take off with him.
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When Lys took his hand Centauri almost felt his face split in two as he gave her a grin and she - almost hesitantly - returned it. As they made their way through the hall and then took the secondary-access hatch through the bowels of the ship, "They shouldn't spot us down here," the old man said with a grin, "If any of them figure out what I just did then they'll be checking the HALLS - not the bottom of the ship," checking to see if the coast was clear Centauri gave Lys' hand a squeeze and they started running. As they ran the old man couldn't help but think about how... 'unique' this woman was. In some way she SHOULD have been annoying - bizarrely effeminate... yet more a child than a woman (she lacked ANY grasp on the emotions an adult SHOULD be used to) from the way she dressed and spoke she seemed to think of herself as almost a 'girl' despite the great responsibility that had been thrust one her.

Feeling her hand tighten around his Centauri glanced at her as they ran and saw a blush creep across her face as she quickly looked away, "Love..." he thought to himself, "She's never experienced it before..." though she still wouldn't look at him... she was holding onto his hand for dear life, like he might fly away without her, "I wonder if her family ever... she's so... lonely yet she doesn't even know it..." Shaking his head as they turned a corner Centauri nodded to himself, "I'll take her with me - show her the stars, dunno if it's me she loves or if she just needs to learn HOW to love but... yeah, SOMEONE needs to keep an eye on this one," that final thought occurred to him just as they rounded the last corner that SHOULD have led to an access hatch into the bridge...

And they came face to face with a Sontaran firing squad.

Rolling his eyes and annoyance Centauri groaned - surprise when Lys let out a shrill squeal, snatched his hat off his head, put it on hers and vanished behind him again, "I was using that," Centauri said, elbowing her in the left breast as she tried to bury herself in his coat. When she stared at him as he looked over his shoulder Centauri put his arm around her, "Hey... its alright, WE'LL be alright okay?" when she looked almost tearful - but resolved - Centauri nodded at her and tugged his hat a little tighter on top of her her head, "Trust me?" when she nodded the old man grinned and turned around, "How amusing! They send the children and the elderly to play WAR with me!" Centauri shrugged, "Well the Time Lords have long considered you guys such a JOKE that they only let the children or the elderly deal with you - what are ya gonna do huh?"

Snorting the Sontaran lifted his command-staff and it began to glow a bright red, "I shall enjoy ending you... old man," raising an eyebrow Centauri sighed. Digging through his pockets Centauri pulled out a key on a long chain and began to spin it around on his hand, "Do you REALLY think we'd be so stupid as to go running around this ship without a way off of it? Huh? I mean I figured you guys would be too busy trying to find us but," he shrugged, "I'm not a general," the Sontaran cackled, "Yes, but I am - and you shall die FIRST little man!" still spinning his key around Centauri held up his hands, "Ah, yes, but before you do that... wouldn't you like to see how we're going to escape?'

The Sontarans all burst out laughing at that as Centauri tossed his key into the air and it landed with a 'plop' around Lys' neck. When she let out a squeak of pain Centauri glanced back at her and grinned as she yanked the glowing-and-hot key away from her chest and stared at it Watching realization dawn on her face Centauri grinned, "It's good isn't it? Eh?" getting the same grin back Centauri winked and returned to the Sontaran's who'd FINALLY stopped laughing, "The funny thing about us is that I'm an old man who can barely get around - and look at her!" he said nodding at Lys, "She dresses like a teenager - all cute fluff but no SUBSTANCE... no adult STYLE or maturity... you didn't stop being a kid DID you Lys hmm?"

Before she could even respond Centauri swung back into his ramble, "And me? I'm an old goat running around in a burlap sack - NOTHING to respect or be afraid of here... SO, the thought remains, WHY did I take skippy here and throw us into the kind of danger where we could get turned into pudding... unless..." snapping his fingers the Sontaran leader grinned as his soldiers took aim, "You STILL die today Time Lord... what does the 'unless' matter?" grinning Centauri closed his eyes and sniffed the air, "Ha... magnificent!" licking his lips Centauri crossed his arms and said, "Because, Mr. Spud-man... there's three of us,"

The Sontaran tilted his helmeted head to one side, "Three of you?" the Time Lord, rocking back and forth on his feet, grinned, "Yup, three," looking at his guards the Sontaran said, "And this MATTERS to us? We will find your THIRD comrade and-" holding up his index finger Centauri shook his head, "Ah no... no, see, you're not going to find him..." slowly the air around them began to swirl as a soft whoosh-thump could be heard, "Because HE has found YOU!" by now the sound of a TARDIS dematerializing could be heard. The Sontarans let out a shotu of rage as a gigantic crate began to 'fade' into existence around Centauri and Lys.

Waving at the Sontaranas as Cascade's shields sent their laser-blasts bouncing off Centauri grinned, "Goodbye!"
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He couldn’t possibly understand what was going through her right now. Right? The fact that Lysithea was already clinging so strongly to this other Time Lord – both physically and even emotionally – was a bit embarrassing, but the way that he made her feel… With all the Time Lords, her big family, and everything that had happened, she had always been so small and unimportant. To have someone really seem to want to take her with them, to save her and to help her, well that was really something. No wonder Lysithea was holding onto him so tightly.

Even now, with the Sontaran before them, she trusted him with all she had. However, she still snatched his hat and placed it on her head for comfort. She darted behind him, hoping that Centauri would take care of it. Well, she trusted him alright. But that didn’t mean she didn’t want to be safe rather than sorry. The Sontaran spoke of the Time Lords sending the elderly and children after them. She gulped. She was over two hundred, but she supposed she didn’t really seem like much. She looked down at her outfit, slightly hurt by Centauri’s implications about not growing up. She knew how to take care of herself! She felt a bit indignant, but then again, she realized that she was standing behind him, hoping that he took care of the terrifying aliens so by himself.

Just when she was wondering if Centauri was merely trying to talk them out of the Sontaran’s reach, he threw a key back over her head. She pulled it down, but as soon as it touched her neck, she cried out in surprise. Lysithea looked down at the key hanging from the chain – a TARDIS key. She had never had one herself, nor she had even had use of one, but here was a proper one, presumably to Centauri’s TARDIS. She looked between it and Centauri in wonder. As he smiled at her, she returned a grin of her own. “Oh yes,” she agreed with a bit of a laugh. She glanced past him at the Sontaran, who apparently didn’t know what the key was for. She bit her bottom lip as the soldiers took their aim, nervously watching the pointed guns. She hoped that what Centauri was doing would happen soon. She didn’t fancy regenerating today – or anytime soon for that matter, since she hadn’t done so before and didn’t know how painful it would be.

The air began to swirl around them, however, and Lysithea held her breath. This was it; they could finally get out of there alive! The sound of the TARDIS materializing grew louder and louder, and the air moved faster as the engines came closer. Lysithea squinted her eyes against the wind and grinned as the Sontarans began to disappear, to be replaced by a wall of the TARDIS. She jumped as they began to shoot at them, making a dash behind the console so as to shield herself. But when she realized that the ship’s own shield were holding back the shots, she peered out from behind the console and laughed giddily. “Yes!” she cried, glad to have made it out of there alive. She spun around to face Centauri. “You did it. You did it! We’re alive!” She jumped up and down in her excitement, then threw her arms around the older Time Lord. She stopped, realizing that she still felt a bit awkward in regards to her foolish set of kisses from earlier.

Blushing, Lysithea backed off from him, then began to look around the TARDIS itself. Despite the fact that she raised TARDIS corals from birth, she had rarely been inside grown ones. She hadn’t gone far into the ship, but even from here, it all looked wonderful. Still, she was a bit uncomfortable. It was so… mature and old. It was completely unfamiliar, and she just didn’t know how to react to the mind of the ancient, sentient ship. The minds of the young corals were so innocent and open to her, and the Cascade was so terribly foreign. Uncomfortably, she turned back to face Centauri. The TARDIS corals. They were still on the ship, and they had to get them, stilly. But was it too late? Rubbing her arm, she swallowed. “The corals,” she reminded him, her voice reflecting her worry. “We still have to get them, you know. I mean, it’s not too late is it?” Her eyebrows were knit in her anxiety, and she took a step towards him hurriedly. “We need to go back!”
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