001: The Bold People of War Have Raised Their Swords [Holo]

[anoblesavage]

When Leela regained consciousness, she was no longer in the Inquisitor General’s room of pitiless machines and cruel technology. She did not know where she was, only that it was silent and cold and her head ached ferociously. For a moment, there was nothing to hear but her breathing

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[patternal]

Now that was one of the more interesting broadcasts he'd seen. And for a place where nothing interesting ever happened between zombie attacks, that was certainly enough entertainment to last for quite a while.

At least he was diplomatic enough to wait until he'd finished laughing at the robotic dog before he responded.

"'Insufficient data' about covers it. There's prety much always been 'insufficient data' as long as I've been around." Which wasn't as long as some of the others, but it was still too long.

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[anoblesavage]

Since she had lost her sight, Leela's keen sense of hearing had only grown sharper. When she had arrived in her the metal prison, she had been struck by just how silent it was. Clinical. Apart from her and K-9, there had been no signs of life.

The voice - which seemed to come from nowhere, as she knew from the unnaturally still air that no one had arrived in the room with them - made her start. Once again, she wished fervently for a knife that she no longer possessed.

"Who are you?" she demanded, tense and wary, turning to face a tablet she could not see.

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[patternal]

"Corwin," he responded immediately without thinking of what the repurcussions might be. Not that he'd told anyone enough about himself that they could do anything with, or that there was even anyone here who cared. "Fellow prisoner." Something he was certainly experienced in. At least this time he had some more wandering room and had kept his eyes. "Not exactly the greatest proposition in the universe, but it could always be worse. At least everyone's fed and entertained."

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[anoblesavage]

"I do not care how comfortable the prison is," Leela snapped, fists clenching, "I will not stay here."

She could not stay here. Romana needed her. Even Narvin needed her, though he would never admit it. A team stayed together, no matter who or what tried to keep them apart.

"Tell me what you know of this place."

[ voice ]

[timedaughter]

Gallifrey? Are you a Time Lord?

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[anoblesavage]

Leela tensed at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, though she knew that the speaker was not in the room with her. She had not heard the opening of a door and, besides, K-9 had not warned her.

Was her captor speaking to her at last?

"I am no Time Lord," she snapped, "I am Leela, warrior of the Sevateem. Why have you brought me here? What do you want?"

[ voice ]

[timedaughter]

Oh. [She sounds a tad disappointed, but not overly so, and it fades quickly.] Hello, Leela, I'm Jenny. I'm not the one who brought you here, I was brought here as well.

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[anoblesavage]

"You are a prisoner as well?"

Her voice was unfamiliar, but there was nothing but honesty in it. Leela might have been blind and she certainly was not wise, but she could read people. Better than any Time Lord.

"I am Leela. What is this place? How am I speaking to you?"

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[timecoordinator]

An entire war ago, Narvin would never have thought hearing a savage's voice along with a tinny one from a small metal dog would engender such relief in him, but it did take him at least two bangs of his forehead to the underside of his desk in his haste to make his way to his tablet as soon as he could. His forehead did throb as he flicked the device on, but he could hardly differentiate it from his usual headaches and ignored it.

He might have sounded glad, happy even, to see her, if he'd managed to miss the last bit, but he didn't, and other, more sensible (and deeply more disingenuous) parts of him took over.

"Oh, I can tell you're already going to make friends," he said.

Then his mind flipped back the last few microspans. "... Did you say the 'Axis'?? And Braxiatel? I thought he-..."

They were taken from any time and place, he realised, a little slowly. Even his own timeline. Rassilon, he had more Braxiatel to deal with in his future? Oh, just. Wonderful. His stay here was simply getting better by the day wasn't it, oh yes.

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[anoblesavage]

Even a few weeks ago, Leela would not have expected to be happy to hear Narvin's voice. They were unlikely allies and even unlikelier friends. Instead of choosing to work together, they had been thrown together by the strange circumstances of their lives. But, whatever the reasons behind it, they were allies now. (They were even friends, though Leela was not keen on admitting that to herself, let alone to Narvin.)

"No friend worth making would judge me for wanting to get back to my friends. And I will always find it easier to make them than you do, Narvin."

She replied sharply because she was used to it and because that was how their relationship worked. It did not lessen her relief. He was safe, at least for now. That other Leela had not found him yet.

"Braxiatel is well. Or he was. I lost contact with him when I was captured." She paused. "I did not think it would be so easy to find you," she admitted, unwillingly betraying some of her concern. "K-9 said we were not on Gallifrey any more."

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[timecoordinator]

"Any friend you might make would probably judge you for threatening them with a knife, though I suppose that would rather heavily depend on your definition of 'friend'. I'm not exactly sure when I started fitting your definition of it."

Narvin's definition was loose - he was almost entirely sure that anyone he claimed as friends would not admit to being so, because they mostly weren't, not by any definition Leela or anyone more sentimental would give in any case. But he had bundles of very important acquaintances, not that they did him any help in this miserable confusing hole of a city, and a few recently made acquaintances from the city itself that had ranged from annoying unhelpful to unhelpfully annoying.

And at the moment, though he might not call her 'friend' (he wasn't that desperate... yet), it was more a testament to his respect for her that he cut out the usual unnecessary tributes to platitudinous small talk like are you alright or some such. He did not ask if she had perhaps regained her sight in the future - she

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