009. TEXT (Written in Gallifreyan)--Private

[timesbureaucrat]

[Private to the Master PLUS, for extra paranoia, encrypted with some hefty Gallifreyan codes from the Time War, which the Master should know. And written in Gallifreyan with all the linguistic tense peculiarities thereof.]

All the wardens are aware of your plan as of this relative-now in our time stream. [He includes a copy of Kay's warning and

Comments

[Private - Text]

[some_go_mad]

[Down on Level 4, the Master receives the messages, and starts swearing. Creatively, vehemently, and at great length. FuckfuckFUCK. This is what he gets for working with sentients he hasn't had the time to brainwash.]

[He responds in Gallifreyan, under the same coding.]

No plans stable-set. Allies perceive incorrect long-term-future best-solution timeline, seek short-term-future fast-decay interpersonal power gains. Have you turned over recorded conversations to mutual-opposition?

[And then, in Gallifreyan, but without formal coding.]

I WANT THIS SHIP.

[Private - Text]

[timesbureaucrat]

[After Ray's warden post.]

It's over. The wardens are rounding up the would-be instigators for interrogation and putting the others under close surveillance.

I'll have to interrogate you, of course.

[Narvin is strangely relieved at this turn of events. If the riot doesn't happen, he doesn't need to feel guilty over his part in it.]

[Private - Text] Eh, I guess he'll come quietly. Ruckus is so hard to raise, in comms!

[some_go_mad]

[He's frustrated. This shouldn't be happening. The passive Barge, with the wardens acting, finally, for once, but only to preserve their safe little status quo.]

Zero?

And don't think of doing anything to my memories.