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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[Holo]

[anoblesavage]

OOC: Continued from here.

"It is not gone," said Leela, vehemently. She had no loyalty to the planet itself, but she was loyal to many of the people who had lived and died there. "And it will not be lost while there are people left who will fight for it."

People like her. People like Romana and Braxiatel and Narvin.

From Leela's perspective, the difference was not entirely obvious. At the time, the war against the Pandora had seemed great indeed. It had cost Leela her eyes and it had claimed the lives of many Time Lords on both side. The Time War was nothing more than a rumour on the edge of the universe.

"How did your father escape the Dog ..."

"Dogma, mistress."

"... the Dogma virus?"

[Holo]

[anoblesavage]

OOC: Continued from here.

“You started to fit it when we fought a war together. And I was not threatening them. I don’t have my knife any more.” She felt the absence of the familiar weight at her belt - a good knife that she had carried with her through many battles - as keenly as she felt the absence of her sight. “And it is that other Leela I need to kill, not anyone else. How did she send us here? Why did she send us here?”

She had a great many questions and only Narvin to answer them. Which meant that she would not get the straight answer that she was seeking.

“Have you, K-9?”

“Negative, Mistress. Scanners are unable to obtain an accurate reading.”

[Holo]

[anoblesavage]

OOC: Continued from here.

“You don’t want to help?” Leela asked, genuinely perplexed. She had accepted the situation, but the warrior could not understand why someone - even someone as difficult as her new acquaintance - would not want to fight against it. “If we stand together, they will have to listen.”

It was not quite as simple as that - life was never simple - but Leela still believed that they could achieve a great deal if they worked together. She was not wise, but she knew that much.

[Visual] ...or, you know, I could check my flist before I say things

[patternal]

It wasn't that he didn't want to fight--hell, he'd have been more than happy to. It was just that he'd seen enough of futile efforts to exhaust himself trying when he knew that it wouldn't make a difference. Bide his time, find the weakness, and strike. He was old enough to have learned patience to temper the brashness that had marked him before.

"Go ahead, princess. Try. Not everyone here is inclined to play nicely. And they're even less likely to listen to the new kid, regardless of how much or little sense you're making."

[Holo] :P

[anoblesavage]

"Do not call me 'princess'," she growled, which suggested that she was one of those who would not play nicely with those who pushed her. It was common sense. They would be fools not to listen to her and, although she was used to dealing with fools, she would need some allies to do so. There had to be someone in this prison who thought as she did. "My name is Leela."

[Visual]

[patternal]

"Your name isn't exactly important, princess." If she wanted to play that game, he could play right back, putting just as much danger in his voice as she had in hers. He'd had centuries to practice the art of dangerous words, and he'd gotten good at navigating them. He had to if he wanted to survive.

[visual / locked] ...sup

[rereremembered]

Right. Fit girl threatening to cut throats. Talking robot dog thing. Mention of Gallifrey and Narvin.

Wisely (he thought) Fitz let others handle Taxon-related before broaching a subject which might be relevant to her interests.

"Say. You wouldn't happen to know a bloke who calls himself 'the Doctor,' would you?"

[Holo / Private]

[anoblesavage]

Although Leela could not see - and certainly did not understand - the strange device that she had found in her new prison, K-9 gave her the instructions she needed to clumsily lock the feed. If the robotic dog thought that it was necessary, then it was necessary. She was not afraid, but it would not hurt to be cautious. Not here.

"The Doctor?" she repeated, when it was safe to reply, "The Doctor is here?"

The real Doctor - her Doctor - and not the strange Lord Burner of that other Gallifrey?