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[with_discipline]

How very...primitive. [The video flicks on, and T'Pol is looking very obviously disgusted. And haughty. And really disgusted. It's not her typical YOU HAVE TO SEARCH THESE EMOTIONS OUT, nope, she is straight up mocking the barge.

Oh and her hair is long again. FLOOD RULE.]

Is this meant to keep me here? Primitive and pathetic. Who is in command

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Now this is more like it. Someone with real authority, not one of the howling barbarians or simple commoners. She may not be Gallifreyan, but her powerful bearing is close enough. Narvinektralonum turns on the video feed and offers a deferential psychic greeting before speaking.]

My Lady. If there is a command structure, it appears to be unsophisticated, almost animalistic in its lack of order. Unsurprising considering the nature of the creatures here.

[scaryfacemelter]

[First thought: Someone who isn't psychically mute! Second thought: POTENTIAL THREAT?]

Unsurprising, as many of them appear to be human. They're little more than apes.

But you aren't, are you? What species are you?

[timesbureaucrat]

I've never heard of this species. "Human." They must squat in some worthless corner of the universe. [Or haven't evolved yet.]

I'm Narvinektralonum of the House of Dvora, noble son of the Shadow People of the planet Gallifrey. [All spoken with the intonation of a formal introduction.] And you, my lady? You certainly aren't one of these...humans, but you aren't one of my kind, either.

She probably should have a different type of name, but I only know the male pattern. :c

[scaryfacemelter]

They are insignificant. Moderately evolved apes, at best. [All the disgust. Not even worth all the disgust, she's brushing them off completely.]

T'Pol, of the Zokar Clan. I am Vulcan. [Tone says obviously. But she won't actually say if because...she's never heard of Gallifrey. To cover that, she's swelling psychically. Stay deferential. :|]

[timesbureaucrat]

Ah. They are no more than a potential slave race, then.

[He dips his chin ever so slightly at that rise in her psychic presence and projects submission. He's never heard of Vulcan, but she's a powerful woman nevertheless. And with no Gallifreyan leaders on board, she's the next closest thing.]

My lady T'Pol, allow me to offer my services to you, whatever you might wish that I can provide.

[scaryfacemelter]

[Oh, she likes him. Well done Narvin, good graces assured.] A shuttle will do. And less offensive companionship. [You don't smell, do you Narvinektralonum?]

[timesbureaucrat]

If there's a shuttle on this wretched ship, I haven't found it yet. Not even an escape pod. [Fortunately, TARDISes haven't been invented yet, so he doesn't recognize the strange box, nor does he know how to fly it.]

But I shall double my efforts to find one, my lady, and to make your time here more bearable. [According to canon, Time Lords smell like honey.]

[scaryfacemelter]

[...You have the best canon.] Then we must find the flight deck.

[timesbureaucrat]

Agreed. I'll search the ship. [And find an alien to enslave along the way, because it's just not right for a Gallifreyan of his rank to be without an attendant.]

[scaryfacemelter]

[GOOD MAN.] Yes, do that. [While she entertains herself.]

[most_feared]

[Sorry Narvin, he caught that name, and he's totally going to come knock you out before you end up doing something really effing stupid.]