Never too far from trouble, the Doctor had been on the observation deck, looking out into space, all the stars which he should be bouncing between, in his rattling stolen TARDIS, with his friends. He watched as there was a flicker of movement - an icy meteor hurtling towards the colony. Before he could do much of anything, it had slammed into the deck directly below him. He staggered from the impact, then pressed his hands to the glass, looking out and down at the escaping gas.
"Alright, what the fuck was that?" Church demanded, largely to himself, as he entered the room and noticed the other guy standing there. He made for the window, and if he'd had eyes to widen, they would have been wide indeed at the sight of the venting atmosphere. "Holy shit, we're losing air? And you're just standing here? We gotta get down there, like, immediately, and fix it. You. You- ... Wait, hang on, who are you? I saw you when that guy died but I didn't get your name."
The Doctor spun on his heel to face the man who had spoken, still working on regaining his balance. He shook his head as if to clear it, and scurried towards the ladder to Deck 1, saying as he went, "I'm the Doctor, pleased to meet you, however are we going to fix it? I'm really no expert when it comes to this sort of thing..."
"Doctor? Like, a real doctor and not just a medic? What the fuck, why didn't we get a real doctor but this stupid fucking ball of ice gets one." He gave a frustrated sigh, and followed after him down the ladder. "Anyway, name's Church. And I have no fucking clue how we're gonna fix it, but I bet we can figure something out if, you know, we actually go have a look, and see what exactly happened."
"Hello, Church, lovely to make your acquaintance. I'm not that sort of a doctor, well, not formally in any case," the Doctor corrected, "Although I did attend medical school for a little while. Edinburgh. Seventeenth century. Or was it Eighteenth? I can hardly keep them straight."
"Oh. That's... a long time ago." Well, not like it mattered, anyway, at this point. "So, what, you're from the past, huh? What's it like?" Ugh, he could almost remember stuff he'd learned about way back then in some of his high school history classes, but he'd never really bothered to pay much attention so long as he passed the tests. Definitely not his favorite subject.
"Well, the truth is I'm from many times and many places, but not the past in particular. I'd need to know when we are to tell you whether I'm from the past or present of this little colony." As the Doctor reached the next floor, he saw that Sam was busy at work. She was quite the resourceful one, he was coming to find. He smiled warmly at her, at his ease despite the emergency underway.
"Hello, Sam," he greeted, rubbing his hands together, "I trust you heard the..." he trailed off, twirling one finger through the air in a circle to indicate the ruckus of the impact and subsequent atmo leak.
"There's a hull breach in the roof of EVA storage. I'm sealing off the room to prevent any extra air loss from the rest of the station, before I get my EVA suit from my room and try to effect repairs."
Sam shoved down the last lever completely sealing off EVA storage.
"Huh, so not everyone here's totally incompetent. You're a colonel, right? Figures." Not that rank necessarily meant much in his experience, but hey, sometimes officers actually knew what they were talking about. "How're you gonna seal it off? Got a plan?"
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"Hello, Sam," he greeted, rubbing his hands together, "I trust you heard the..." he trailed off, twirling one finger through the air in a circle to indicate the ruckus of the impact and subsequent atmo leak.
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Sam shoved down the last lever completely sealing off EVA storage.
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