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nitro_is_ace"Oy! Tin'ead! O'er here!" It's almost too easy to wing the half-brick at the distracted guard's head, nailing him square between the eyes and dropping him where he stands.
"Ace, that was hardly necessary." Tsks the Doctor from behind her. "Violence should be a last resort, not a first." Ace doesn't look repentant at all as she slings her pack over her shoulder.
"He had a gun, Professor, and according to the locals, this lot isn't afraid to get messy." The Doctor seems to accept the point, as while he doesn't lose his disapproving look, he doesn't argue any further either. There are no other guards between the pair and the solid metal door marked with a red warning sign: DANGER, EXPLOSIVES.
As they slip inside the bunker, Ace lets out a low whistle of surprise and awe. There are enough land mines, hand grenades, packets of C4, and other sundry explosives to provision a small army, and have plenty of spares left over. But this stockpile isn't what the pair are here to find.
At the opposite side of the bunker, nearest to the massive bay doors, are stacked a series of rockets, laying on their sides so that they almost resemble a row of tree-trunks.
"We've got to disarm all that lot?" Ace asks, a bit overwhelmed as she looks down the row.
"Yes, or there will be the most bloody, unprovoked attack in the history of your species tomorrow morning, all in the name of progress." The Doctor spits, disgusted. Ace doesn't comment on that, knowing it will only earn her a lecture on morality and the rightness of non-violence.
"Right. I'll start on that end, you'll start on this, and we'll meet somewhere in the middle?"
"Correct. And remember Ace, no experimenting. These bombs are very tempermental. One wrong move..." Ace cuts him off, grinning broadly.
"I know, I know, boom. I'll be careful... I'm always careful, Doctor." As she heads down the row, she can hear the Time Lord muttering behind her, soemthing about 'flippant humans'. She laughs to herself for a long time after that.
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"Wicked!"
"Ace, we can't stay here."
"But... Professor..."
"No."
"You go on. I'll catch up."
"Aaaaaaace..."
"Really! I'll... be right there."
"..."
"It's educational!"
"Now I know you're up to something."
"I just want to watch."
"We can come back later. Or earlier, I should say. When they first started."
"... Promise?"
"Promise."
"Brilliant!"
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
The pair walk off together, the crash of cannonfire punctuating the naval battle going on just offshore from the island they had landed on.
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"Ace! Ace! Here!" A young man, tousle-haired and bronzed, waves his hands frantically. Between them, several determined and fierce-looking youths, male and female, stand in the way. Ace grins ferally. She's lost her coat at some point, and is now clad in shorts and a t-shirt. Some signal Ace can't see makes her opponents charge en masse. Taking her hard-earned prize with her, Ace dodges through the crowd, moving as if she were hurrying through a minefield with an army of Daleks behind her. She can hear one of her opponents hot on her heels, and knows she won't be able to stay free much longer, so she kicks...
The ball sails, skimming over the short-cropped grass. The young man pounces on it, taking it and racing over the green as Ace shouts encouragement.
"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!" A cheer goes up from the sidelines, and the players file off the field, all in high spirits. Ace snags a water bottle and flops down on the grass.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ace grins up at the man standing over her.
"Yes. Want to play?"
"No." The Doctor smiles at his cheerful companion. "However, I think there is something you should know." Ace suddenly looks apprehensive.
"What?"
"Half-time is over."
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There are many frightening things in the galaxy.
Dalek invasion armies.
Raging epidemics.
Gods gone mad.
Ace with a sledgehammer.
"So this whole wall comes down, yeah?"
"Ace, that was hardly necessary." Tsks the Doctor from behind her. "Violence should be a last resort, not a first." Ace doesn't look repentant at all as she slings her pack over her shoulder.
"He had a gun, Professor, and according to the locals, this lot isn't afraid to get messy." The Doctor seems to accept the point, as while he doesn't lose his disapproving look, he doesn't argue any further either. There are no other guards between the pair and the solid metal door marked with a red warning sign: DANGER, EXPLOSIVES.
As they slip inside the bunker, Ace lets out a low whistle of surprise and awe. There are enough land mines, hand grenades, packets of C4, and other sundry explosives to provision a small army, and have plenty of spares left over. But this stockpile isn't what the pair are here to find.
At the opposite side of the bunker, nearest to the massive bay doors, are stacked a series of rockets, laying on their sides so that they almost resemble a row of tree-trunks.
"We've got to disarm all that lot?" Ace asks, a bit overwhelmed as she looks down the row.
"Yes, or there will be the most bloody, unprovoked attack in the history of your species tomorrow morning, all in the name of progress." The Doctor spits, disgusted. Ace doesn't comment on that, knowing it will only earn her a lecture on morality and the rightness of non-violence.
"Right. I'll start on that end, you'll start on this, and we'll meet somewhere in the middle?"
"Correct. And remember Ace, no experimenting. These bombs are very tempermental. One wrong move..." Ace cuts him off, grinning broadly.
"I know, I know, boom. I'll be careful... I'm always careful, Doctor." As she heads down the row, she can hear the Time Lord muttering behind her, soemthing about 'flippant humans'. She laughs to herself for a long time after that.
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"Wicked!"
"Ace, we can't stay here."
"But... Professor..."
"No."
"You go on. I'll catch up."
"Aaaaaaace..."
"Really! I'll... be right there."
"..."
"It's educational!"
"Now I know you're up to something."
"I just want to watch."
"We can come back later. Or earlier, I should say. When they first started."
"... Promise?"
"Promise."
"Brilliant!"
"I'm going to regret this, aren't I?"
The pair walk off together, the crash of cannonfire punctuating the naval battle going on just offshore from the island they had landed on.
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"Ace! Ace! Here!" A young man, tousle-haired and bronzed, waves his hands frantically. Between them, several determined and fierce-looking youths, male and female, stand in the way. Ace grins ferally. She's lost her coat at some point, and is now clad in shorts and a t-shirt. Some signal Ace can't see makes her opponents charge en masse. Taking her hard-earned prize with her, Ace dodges through the crowd, moving as if she were hurrying through a minefield with an army of Daleks behind her. She can hear one of her opponents hot on her heels, and knows she won't be able to stay free much longer, so she kicks...
The ball sails, skimming over the short-cropped grass. The young man pounces on it, taking it and racing over the green as Ace shouts encouragement.
"Goooooooooooooooooooooal!" A cheer goes up from the sidelines, and the players file off the field, all in high spirits. Ace snags a water bottle and flops down on the grass.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ace grins up at the man standing over her.
"Yes. Want to play?"
"No." The Doctor smiles at his cheerful companion. "However, I think there is something you should know." Ace suddenly looks apprehensive.
"What?"
"Half-time is over."
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There are many frightening things in the galaxy.
Dalek invasion armies.
Raging epidemics.
Gods gone mad.
Ace with a sledgehammer.
"So this whole wall comes down, yeah?"
