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Who: The Doctor; anyone who she happens to wander by. (In other words, open.)
What: Grand entrance!
Where: Wandering the corridors searching for anything/one useful.
When: Present!base.
Why: Oh, getting philosophical now, are you?
How: Pirates.
The unexpeceted transmat beam- albeit a very neat transmat that didn't leave her quite so disoriented as usual and she'd have to look into that later- did not bode well. The military base- because what else could it be?- is not boding so well, either. And the state of the base was really not boding well.
Altogether, the Doctor considers, things could be boding quite a bit better.
At any rate, at least she still has her UNIT ID. With any luck, no one will look too closely and she'll be able to commandeer a few base personnel and find out what's going on around here.
What: Grand entrance!
Where: Wandering the corridors searching for anything/one useful.
When: Present!base.
Why: Oh, getting philosophical now, are you?
How: Pirates.
The unexpeceted transmat beam- albeit a very neat transmat that didn't leave her quite so disoriented as usual and she'd have to look into that later- did not bode well. The military base- because what else could it be?- is not boding so well, either. And the state of the base was really not boding well.
Altogether, the Doctor considers, things could be boding quite a bit better.
At any rate, at least she still has her UNIT ID. With any luck, no one will look too closely and she'll be able to commandeer a few base personnel and find out what's going on around here.