[Narvin's in his own cabin instead of Kay's and *furious*. And speaking in Gallifreyan.]

Which one of you thought it would be funny to break into my room, go through my papers, and deface my copy of the Gallifrey constitution? ...Doctor? [The name has a Gallifreyan suffix added to indicate something in the past. In this case, he uses it to ( Read more... )

[Private to the Doctor (Four)]

I'm very happy to say that Commander Rhade is all yours again.

By the way, did you know that your inmate is passively suicidal? You might want to do something about it. Play twister...or whatever it is you do.

[Private to Drake Stone]

I trust you made it through unharmed, Mr. Stone?

[Private to Kay]I'm coming ( Read more... )

[From the infirmary, mostly in text (written very carefully) because the nerve cluster Rex shot, although not a dangerous wound, is a painful one, and Narvin has just enough sense not to want to show everyone how drugged up on painkillers he is and not enough sense to avoid trying to communicate.]

Are we sure it's gone for good? The thing ( Read more... )

[An image snaps up on a sterile room with no personality or decoration beyond a small holo-sculpture paperweight of a red and orange planet. The face on the screen could be well-described with adjectives like "shifty," "calculating," and "insensitive." At the moment, "righteously indignant" also works well ( Read more... )

[yet one more centuries old communication ( Read more... )

[another centuries old personal departmental communication]

What is the President thinking, calling on the Master of all people to save the Doctor from the Death Zone? The Master is disposable, true, but completely untrustworthy. I don't doubt that we'll be called on to clean up the mess before long ( Read more... )

[centuries old personal interdepartmental communication, rediscovered tucked away in a data document folder ( Read more... )