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"FALL BACK! FALL BACK TO POSITION ALPHA SIX FOUR ONE!"
Explosions rocked the ground, thick black smoke choked the air and filled the maroon colored sky of the planet that was in termoil. Plasma and electric bolts filled the air. A young woman with long dark hair ran through the fray, military uniform in slight tatters. Two months this battle had ragged on, two long hellish months. The woman raced after her comrads, two large swords strapped to her back. She ducked behind a partally collapsed wall, placing her back against it, panting hard.
She and her comrads were part of a secret order of the Golden Dragon. They where only deployed when all other hope was lost, when the last resort was reached, she and her comrades were called to battle. ''Boe ammen veriad lin' She thought. There was a crunch and the woman turned, gun held high ready to fire, seeing it was a young boy. "Henio! Aniron boe ammen i dulu lin" The young boy ran off, and as the young woman turned back to the battle, a large explosion caught her by suprise. It sent her flying and when she landed again, it knocked her out. The last thing she remembered before loosing consiousness, was a......strange wheesing, groaning sound in the distance before her world went black.
*Translations*
'Boe ammen veriad lin - Will this war never end?
Henio! Aniron boe ammen i dulu lin - Go! Its not safe, run! Find shelter!
The Renegade looked at the readouts on his console as he enjoyed one of his rare days off from fighting. Well not that the people in the on Gallifrey beyond the Council knew he was taking a full twenty four hours off of the War to regain his strength, and resolve. A frown crosses his face as he sees a readout on his screen. A distress signal showed up on one of the planets affected by the War but not as near to Gallifrey as other planets. So grabbing his gun, much to his TARDIS’ disapproval, and set the coordinates for this new planet.
Upon landing he found the city in complete disarray and growled under his breath. His young face contorted with rage and he began to blast the Daleks to bits. Then he found what must be the leader, judging by her attire, and began to stand guard over her. He did a quick scan of her then satisfied she wasn’t dead or dying he began to work his way with her to his TARDIS and set her in the safety of its console room before standing outside and blasting away at the Daleks that had immediately focused on him.
The young soilder slowly came to, her head pounding. She was laying on something hard. The ground? No, it.....felt metalic, like a floor, of some ship. She pushed herself into a sitting position and her vision swam some. She blinked some, her vision clearing. When it did clear, her eyes widened. She WAS in some sort of ship. The middle of the room where she was, held a large colum glowed green. She stood slowly on shaky legs, stumbling some as she stood.
'Where......where am I?' She thought. She felt a slight presence in her mind, hearing a slight....what was that? Singing? What was this place? She slowly walked to the middle circular control deck. She looked around it, not seeing anything she recognised. Buttons and nobs and dials of all kinds. She went to touch one and the colum in the middle of control deck flaired. She looked to it then turned some as the door of the ship opened, and what she guessed as the captain, stepped inside, the strange firearm smoking some in his grip.
The Renegade heard the soft question and began to fight his way back into the TARDIS. His focus is now on the wounded soldier in his ship as well as the thought she might touch something. Using his psychic link to the ship he said Girl form a light forcefeild around your console. Don't let anyone but me fly you unless I fall. Hearing a light soft hum of consent he smiled grimly assured the woman wouldn't steal his ship either on purpose or accident. With a smoking gun he re-entered the ship and closed the door. He then turned and stared at his new passenger. "You are on my ship the TARDIS, which is Time And Relative Dimension In Space. I am her captain. Now three questions, who are you? Are you injured? And what species are you?" He crossed his arms and leaned his back on the door. "Don't bother lying my ship probably knows all but your name. I just want to hear from you."
His young face is set in a grim line of cold resolve. He would kill her if she was sided with the Daleks, he wouldn't have a qualm about it. He hated that about himself but this was war. So he didn't show an inch of pity even though he felt it for this woman. He also sensed she was psychic so he upped his shields, he had sensed her mind through the TARDIS. Girl shield your programs from her tell we know she's safe.He sensed the ship shield itself and nodded. He'd have to order her to unshield herself verbally now. "Speak!" The command was sharp and loud, spoken as a commander rather than a friend. He would get his answers and the girl had better hope he liked them.
The soilder flinched at the Captain's harsh order, though, what caught her attention was his eyes. So old, like they had seen hardship like she couldnt imagine. So old, yet in a man so young, it was strange to her. "Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar." She looked to the man, hoping he understood. But when she saw the confused look on his face, she tried another language, one he was more accustom to.
"I am a Kuronoenyo, or in your language, a half demon. Wait.....you said this was a TARDIS?" She paled, looking to him, "Th.......that means you're.......a.....Time Lord." She swallowed hard. She had so many.....terrible things about them. But they couldnt be true.......could they? He had asked her if she was hurt, "I just have a bump on the back of my head from where I hit it after being thrown back." She felt her sword on her back, glad it was still there, her uniform however, was in tatters. He asked her name, "My name is Angel."
"I am a Kuronoenyo, or in your language, a half demon. Wait.....you said this was a TARDIS?" She paled, looking to him, "Th.......that means you're.......a.....Time Lord." She swallowed hard.
Renegade looked at this woman a bit more warily now. This woman wasn’t what she appeared like. Though he had recognized her species, as had the TARDIS, the moment she spoke. He, like other Time Lords, could recognize most species in the galaxy by either appearance or language. While her appearance didn’t lend to much narrowing down in species range, her language did. He kept his face a neutral frown; he wasn’t confused by her at all really, more why she was so far from her planet and so near Galifrey. “Yes I am a Time Lord. I know what you are.” He said no more after that, he felt no desire to repeat himself just for the sake of this woman.
He had asked her if she was hurt, "I just have a bump on the back of my head from where I hit it after being thrown back."
He nodded curtly to this and turned to his console unlocking it manually. He wasn’t going to bring the TARDIS out of her mental shield just yet. “Good, I won’t need to treat you then.” He felt the venom in his voice lessen a bit. He didn’t like playing babysitter to her, but he wasn’t about to send a disgruntled, and tired soldier back into the battlefield. “You will rest here until you are back in fighting shape. I have clothes in the wardrobe if you wish to change. I will take you there once you can walk straight and not a moment sooner. I will be the judge of that. Do you understand me?” For added measure he narrowed his eyes and ordered sharply. “This means no walking for thirty minutes, no standing for at least twenty. I don’t want you giving yourself a concussion or aggravating a head wound.” He growled and sent the TARDIS into the time vortex so both of them could rest in the relative safety it provided.
He asked her name, "My name is Angel."
The irony of her name wasn’t lost on the Renegade, but he didn’t speak of it. “Well then hello Angel, I’m the Renegade. Welcome aboard my ship.” He sat down in a chair and leaned back. His young face was battle-worn and had dark circles under his eyes. He was so ready to sleep. He hadn’t slept in between this battle and the last, well not as well as he would have wanted considering he had just been on a restoration break only hours before. He closed his eyes briefly and tried to center himself. He was still young and so he knew he could go longer if necessary without sleep. However he knew he needed to rest if he was to be on top of his enemies, especially when it came to the Daleks.
Last Edit: Feb 27, 2014 20:45:32 GMT -5 by Deleted
Angel looked to the Captain, "Renegade?" Such a strange name, but didnt say anything else. "Can I change please? I'd rather be out of this tattered uniform if you dont mind." She looked to him. She had already memorised the layout of the control room, within the short amount of time she had been in it.
"Renegade?" Such a strange name, but didnt say anything else. "Can I change please? I'd rather be out of this tattered uniform if you dont mind."
The Rengade nodded to the woman. “Yes that is my name. Of course you may change. Follow me.” He turned and made his way towards the back of the room. “TARDIS go into lockdown mode.” Lights flashed and the TARDIS locked itself down. “Come along.” He turned and began to walk towards the closet. “You’ll find clothes in there."
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