After Wheatfields' panic attack, the Doctor had become very much aware of the unusual energy gathering within the station. It was rather hard to not notice a raving Chigan. The tended to be on the loud side, especially when they were otherwise sulking. Perhaps that was a characteristic otherwise reserved to this one ( Read more... )

Corporal-or-something-like-it Pryce Halliwell was having what amounted to a normal day on scenic tour-destination Zion 8. Her superiors ignored her except to hand over duty rosters and grunt orders. Smalltalk was simply non-existent. And apart for the occasional bright spot of seeing Wheatfields, or Laura, or one of the local friendly androids, ( Read more... )

For the first time in a long while, Laura didn't need to be anywhere. The press wasn't yelling outside her quarters, the fleet wasn't demanding something, the Quorum...well, she'd go just about anywhere to get rid of the Quorum. But there was no threat, no politics, and with a tug of something that felt like longing, there was no Galactica ( Read more... )

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Ace missed the Professor a lot. Especially lately. She'd made friends among the other students at the Time Academy but she never really fit in. Not that that was anything new. She'd never really fit in back at Parivale either. Her thoughts had returned to the Doctor as she was preparing for her first solo mission for her class. She hoped that he ( Read more... )

Between one step and the next, the pavement went metallic and the sluggish heat of a San Fran evening was suddenly chilly and metallic air ( Read more... )