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Mar. 13th, 2005 02:38 pm"Name?"
"Ace."
"What?"
"Ace."
"That's not a name."
"Funny, That's what I answer to."
"A comedian, eh?"
"Name?"
*tightly* "Bugger off"
"Stubborn, aintcha girly?"
"Name?"
*mumble*
"Name?"
"Look b'hind you."
"How stupid do you think I am?"
*thunk*
"Y'late, Professor."
"Come on, Ace. Let's get you back to the TARDIS."
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"Ace?"
"Mmmmmm..."
"Ace."
"... Professor?"
"Time to go."
"... That cloud looks like the TARDIS."
"... Ace. You are nt going to distra..."
"It does! Look!"
"..."
"See!"
"Ace... It doesn't look anything like the TARDIS."
"It does Doctor. Really."
"That one right there?"
"Right."
"... ... ... How does that cloud look like the TARDIS? It's the wrong shape!"
"Isn't."
"... Ace? Are you alright?"
"With the cameleon circuit working."
*proud* "Sneaky Ace. How much time?"
"Kept ya looking for a good quarter-hour."
"That's my Ace."
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The armies fight each other to a near standstill - one fighting for supremacy of this colony world, the other defending their ancient homeland. The two groups retreat a bit, regrouping, preparing for yet another bloody onslaught. Then a voice calls out over the muddy battlefield.
"Hear me, groundscum!" The leader of the colonists has evidently gotten his hands on a loudspeaker. "You may win the day here, but there is a greater army waiting for you at Base-Central!" A few of the native army footsoldiers turn to look apprehensively at the looming shape of the pre-fab monstrostity that is Base-Central, the home base of the colonists. But there's angry, defiant rumbling amongst the natives - they'll win today, they can win again.
"A mechanical army, you crawlers!" the colony leader crows triumphantly. "One immune to your weapons. And then, when you're all dead, we will rule this planet, and..."
Whatever else he might have said in his rant is never heard. He trails off as a crackign roar erupts from Base-Central. The building gives a sickening lurch, and begins to crumple. As the collapse progresses, further explosions higher up in the building speed the destruction. With a lingering rumble, the broken remains of the once-proud building disappear behind a slight ridge.
For a long moment, silence reigns on the battlefield.
Then, all hell breaks loose as the natives gain new heart and charge in one soild, roaring mass, and teh colonists begin to scatter as their whole defense comes apart.
High up on a hill overlooking the battle, only one mysterious Time-Lord is audience to Ace's impromptu victory dance. It might be noted that she seems to be carrying disturbingly little nitro. Don't worry... it's gone to very good use.
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"Doctor?"
"Yes Ace."
"Not funny."
"Ace, I don't know... Ace. Ace, come back..."
The Doctor chases after the irate Ace, leaving behind the prehistoric man who is atempting to build a raft.
"Ace."
"What?"
"Ace."
"That's not a name."
"Funny, That's what I answer to."
"A comedian, eh?"
"Name?"
*tightly* "Bugger off"
"Stubborn, aintcha girly?"
"Name?"
*mumble*
"Name?"
"Look b'hind you."
"How stupid do you think I am?"
*thunk*
"Y'late, Professor."
"Come on, Ace. Let's get you back to the TARDIS."
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"Ace?"
"Mmmmmm..."
"Ace."
"... Professor?"
"Time to go."
"... That cloud looks like the TARDIS."
"... Ace. You are nt going to distra..."
"It does! Look!"
"..."
"See!"
"Ace... It doesn't look anything like the TARDIS."
"It does Doctor. Really."
"That one right there?"
"Right."
"... ... ... How does that cloud look like the TARDIS? It's the wrong shape!"
"Isn't."
"... Ace? Are you alright?"
"With the cameleon circuit working."
*proud* "Sneaky Ace. How much time?"
"Kept ya looking for a good quarter-hour."
"That's my Ace."
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The armies fight each other to a near standstill - one fighting for supremacy of this colony world, the other defending their ancient homeland. The two groups retreat a bit, regrouping, preparing for yet another bloody onslaught. Then a voice calls out over the muddy battlefield.
"Hear me, groundscum!" The leader of the colonists has evidently gotten his hands on a loudspeaker. "You may win the day here, but there is a greater army waiting for you at Base-Central!" A few of the native army footsoldiers turn to look apprehensively at the looming shape of the pre-fab monstrostity that is Base-Central, the home base of the colonists. But there's angry, defiant rumbling amongst the natives - they'll win today, they can win again.
"A mechanical army, you crawlers!" the colony leader crows triumphantly. "One immune to your weapons. And then, when you're all dead, we will rule this planet, and..."
Whatever else he might have said in his rant is never heard. He trails off as a crackign roar erupts from Base-Central. The building gives a sickening lurch, and begins to crumple. As the collapse progresses, further explosions higher up in the building speed the destruction. With a lingering rumble, the broken remains of the once-proud building disappear behind a slight ridge.
For a long moment, silence reigns on the battlefield.
Then, all hell breaks loose as the natives gain new heart and charge in one soild, roaring mass, and teh colonists begin to scatter as their whole defense comes apart.
High up on a hill overlooking the battle, only one mysterious Time-Lord is audience to Ace's impromptu victory dance. It might be noted that she seems to be carrying disturbingly little nitro. Don't worry... it's gone to very good use.
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"Doctor?"
"Yes Ace."
"Not funny."
"Ace, I don't know... Ace. Ace, come back..."
The Doctor chases after the irate Ace, leaving behind the prehistoric man who is atempting to build a raft.