Post by Fitz Kreiner on Aug 12, 2005 15:08:42 GMT
“What the…?” The Doctor started.
“Szyrst!” Edwards said.
The Martian Lord had raised his arm and was firing his sonic weapon. The Martian Lords’ breathing was heavily laboured and he was hissing in anger through clenched, pointed teeth.
“Commander, now!” The Doctor shouted running over to Jess.
Edwards raised his weapon and fired at the Cybermans chest unit. The creature screamed an electronic howl as its chest unit burst sparks and flames under the dual assault and the creature staggered and collapsed, smoke pouring from its chest unit. The Doctor turned round to see Edwards still firing.
“Commander,” He said. “I think its dead. You can stop shooting now.”
“Sorry Doctor. I don’t know what came over me.” Edwards replied.
“Fear and anger are two of the most powerful of human emotions, and as long as they are channelled safely will not result in any psychosis or madness. I know a couple of people who that’s happened too. You managed to control yours for the most part, and if the rest of the Federation can do that, you’ll eventually beat the Cybermen, as long as you don’t give in to your fear.”
Edwards sighed and nodded, looking down at the floor.
“What about Szyrst?” The Doctor asked.
“I’ll check.” Edwards said.
The Doctor walked over to Jess.
“What kept you?” she smiled.
“That was appallingly dangerous; attempting to run from a Cyberman, it could have killed you.” The Doctor replied.
“No, it said it wasn’t going to hurt me.” She smiled again. “And besides, I didn’t want you coming face to face with it when you opened the door. Better you surprised him.”
“It was still quite a dangerous thing to do. But you’re ok that’s the main thing, come on.”
“Erm, one problem, I can’t move. The Cyberman shot me with his stun ray.”
“We’ll, I’ll just have to carry you then.” The Doctor said bending down and picking Jess up in his arms. “Are you ok?”
“I would be if you could support my head a bit.” She replied her head lolling back a bit. “I feel like an old rag doll!”
“Commander, how is Mr Szyrst?” The Doctor said.
Edwards was crouched down next to the prone form of the Martian Lord.
“He’s alive, just. He’s unconscious. He must have received quite a severe blow.”
“Martians are incredibly resilient, but I think you’re right. Can you manage him on your own?”
“Yes,” Edwards grunted, struggling to pick up the Martians body. He put his arm round the Martians body and held the Lords arm round his neck, supporting his weight. “Shall we, Doctor?” he said gesturing to the door, “he’s quite heavy!”
“We’d better get these two to the medical centre right away then.” The Doctor confirmed.
The darkened control room was silent apart from the faint hum of the consoles. The three figures were still keeping silent vigil over the instruments. A small orange light started blinking on the console.
“There seems to be some trouble with our unit.” The seated figure replied
“Report.” The second figure said.
“There is no information.” The first replied. “Temporal image is changing.”
“Are his actions suitable?” the third figure asked
“It cannot be determined at this stage.” The First said.
“His involvement will cause difficulties for me.” The Third replied
“It will not for long, we shall succeed with this. As I said, I know of his history.” The second said.
“That’s all very well, but how much of this should I include in my report? What you are doing is contravening several laws, you cannot continue much longer.”
“We don’t need much longer.” Came the second figures reply. “The mission is hanging delicately. Either way, it will all be over soon.”
“I hope so, for your sake!” the third said before turning and leaving the room.
The seated figure waited until the third had left then turned round. “I didn’t want to mention it earlier, but we’re having contact problems with our unit.”
“Explain.”
“I can’t. Something is going on beyond our control.”
“How is she, Doctor?” Edwards asked walking up to the Doctor.
The Doctor was stood by a bed in which Jess lay. He was checking the screens displaying her details.
“She was shot with a neural stun beam. It’s temporarily paralyzed her from the neck down. The effect should wear off fully within another hour.” The Time lord replied. “You might feel a sensation like pins and needles throughout your body soon. That means the paralysis beam is wearing off. You might be a bit shaky for a bit.” He added looking down at Jess
“Oh, it’s fine, I can have a good rest.” She smiled back at the Time lord “Although I’ll tell you this Doctor; I got quite a bit of information out of that Cyberman!”
“Go on.” The Doctor urged.
“It said something about this Guardian person that the Commander mentioned when we were coming to Mars.”
“What!?” Edwards looked up quickly. “The Guardian of the solar system?”
“Whichever one you meant I asked about.” Jess replied, looking across at Edwards. “I was trying to find out about people they’ve got control of and traitors and stuff.”
“Good girl!” The Doctor beamed. “I did say she was very intelligent.”
Jess blushed furiously. “Well, this Cyberman said that he belongs to them. Or something like that.”
“Belongs to them? What does that mean exactly?” Edwards queried.
“I assume it means that he’s relaying information to the Cybermen.” The Doctor said. “Still, we can discuss that later, I need to check on Mr Rowan.”
”Tom? How is he?” Jess asked from her bed.
“He should be fine.” The Doctor replied. “We should be ready to move him back to the station soon.”
The Doctor turned and headed towards the bay where Tom was lying.
“What else did the Cybermen say about the Guardian?” He asked Jess.
“Not much. They said that they have influenced many in the federation. That’s about it. They don’t give much away!” Jess replied.
“Well, when we get back to the station I’m going to have to make a full report to the Security Council, and I will need your testimony.”
“I don’t know what else I can tell them, that’s all I know.”
“As long as you can vouch that what you say is the truth.” Edwards said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I think I should go and Check on Tom and Marshal Szyrst.”
“Ok, see you later.” Jess smiled.
Edwards walked across the room, towards the Doctor.
“Well?” He asked. “How is he?”
“Almost recovered Commander.” The Doctor said. “This ocular implant should come away easily now.” The Doctor pointed at the sensor placed over Toms’ right eye.
“Will the regenerator have helped with that?” Edwards said looking down. The scarring on Toms face had gone and his hair had almost fully grown back.
“Yes, now I know some more about his physiology.” The Doctor said. “It should only be a simple operation.”
“I’ll let you get on with it then Doctor.” Edwards said.
The Trishean medical officer walked out of the operating bay towards Edwards.
“How is Marshal Szyrst?” Edwards asked.
“The Lord Marshal has received some very severe injuries to his face. His jaw was broken in three places and he had some fracturing to the side of his face. There were also the injuries caused by the breaking of his helmet.” The Trishean said.
“How severe are they?” Edwards asked.
“There have been lacerations to his face and unfortunately some fragments of his right visor panel have become embedded deep within his eye and skull, causing irreparable damage to both his eye and optic nerve.”
“He’s blind?” Edwards was shocked.
“Not as such, we can manufacture him a new helmet, with a visor that links directly to the visual sector of his brain, it will relay the images direct via a sensor.” The Trishean explained. “Sensor receptors shall be placed around the eye socket and the eye replaced. Now if you will excuse me, I shall continue the operation.”
Edwards nodded as the Trishean turned and walked away. Stifling a yawn, it dawned on Edwards that he hadn’t slept for quite some time. Gently stretching he decided to get himself a small room for what remained of the night. Looking round he could see the Doctor busy at work on Tom, obviously he wasn’t ready to sleep. Walking towards the door to the medical bay Edwards paused and shot a look at Jess. The girl was breathing gently, now asleep. Edwards gently smiled. The girl certainly had spirit. He couldn’t begin to imagine how she must feel, suddenly finding herself in the middle of a war, two thousand years in her future. Yawning again, Edwards turned and walked out of the medical centre.
“Szyrst!” Edwards said.
The Martian Lord had raised his arm and was firing his sonic weapon. The Martian Lords’ breathing was heavily laboured and he was hissing in anger through clenched, pointed teeth.
“Commander, now!” The Doctor shouted running over to Jess.
Edwards raised his weapon and fired at the Cybermans chest unit. The creature screamed an electronic howl as its chest unit burst sparks and flames under the dual assault and the creature staggered and collapsed, smoke pouring from its chest unit. The Doctor turned round to see Edwards still firing.
“Commander,” He said. “I think its dead. You can stop shooting now.”
“Sorry Doctor. I don’t know what came over me.” Edwards replied.
“Fear and anger are two of the most powerful of human emotions, and as long as they are channelled safely will not result in any psychosis or madness. I know a couple of people who that’s happened too. You managed to control yours for the most part, and if the rest of the Federation can do that, you’ll eventually beat the Cybermen, as long as you don’t give in to your fear.”
Edwards sighed and nodded, looking down at the floor.
“What about Szyrst?” The Doctor asked.
“I’ll check.” Edwards said.
The Doctor walked over to Jess.
“What kept you?” she smiled.
“That was appallingly dangerous; attempting to run from a Cyberman, it could have killed you.” The Doctor replied.
“No, it said it wasn’t going to hurt me.” She smiled again. “And besides, I didn’t want you coming face to face with it when you opened the door. Better you surprised him.”
“It was still quite a dangerous thing to do. But you’re ok that’s the main thing, come on.”
“Erm, one problem, I can’t move. The Cyberman shot me with his stun ray.”
“We’ll, I’ll just have to carry you then.” The Doctor said bending down and picking Jess up in his arms. “Are you ok?”
“I would be if you could support my head a bit.” She replied her head lolling back a bit. “I feel like an old rag doll!”
“Commander, how is Mr Szyrst?” The Doctor said.
Edwards was crouched down next to the prone form of the Martian Lord.
“He’s alive, just. He’s unconscious. He must have received quite a severe blow.”
“Martians are incredibly resilient, but I think you’re right. Can you manage him on your own?”
“Yes,” Edwards grunted, struggling to pick up the Martians body. He put his arm round the Martians body and held the Lords arm round his neck, supporting his weight. “Shall we, Doctor?” he said gesturing to the door, “he’s quite heavy!”
“We’d better get these two to the medical centre right away then.” The Doctor confirmed.
The darkened control room was silent apart from the faint hum of the consoles. The three figures were still keeping silent vigil over the instruments. A small orange light started blinking on the console.
“There seems to be some trouble with our unit.” The seated figure replied
“Report.” The second figure said.
“There is no information.” The first replied. “Temporal image is changing.”
“Are his actions suitable?” the third figure asked
“It cannot be determined at this stage.” The First said.
“His involvement will cause difficulties for me.” The Third replied
“It will not for long, we shall succeed with this. As I said, I know of his history.” The second said.
“That’s all very well, but how much of this should I include in my report? What you are doing is contravening several laws, you cannot continue much longer.”
“We don’t need much longer.” Came the second figures reply. “The mission is hanging delicately. Either way, it will all be over soon.”
“I hope so, for your sake!” the third said before turning and leaving the room.
The seated figure waited until the third had left then turned round. “I didn’t want to mention it earlier, but we’re having contact problems with our unit.”
“Explain.”
“I can’t. Something is going on beyond our control.”
“How is she, Doctor?” Edwards asked walking up to the Doctor.
The Doctor was stood by a bed in which Jess lay. He was checking the screens displaying her details.
“She was shot with a neural stun beam. It’s temporarily paralyzed her from the neck down. The effect should wear off fully within another hour.” The Time lord replied. “You might feel a sensation like pins and needles throughout your body soon. That means the paralysis beam is wearing off. You might be a bit shaky for a bit.” He added looking down at Jess
“Oh, it’s fine, I can have a good rest.” She smiled back at the Time lord “Although I’ll tell you this Doctor; I got quite a bit of information out of that Cyberman!”
“Go on.” The Doctor urged.
“It said something about this Guardian person that the Commander mentioned when we were coming to Mars.”
“What!?” Edwards looked up quickly. “The Guardian of the solar system?”
“Whichever one you meant I asked about.” Jess replied, looking across at Edwards. “I was trying to find out about people they’ve got control of and traitors and stuff.”
“Good girl!” The Doctor beamed. “I did say she was very intelligent.”
Jess blushed furiously. “Well, this Cyberman said that he belongs to them. Or something like that.”
“Belongs to them? What does that mean exactly?” Edwards queried.
“I assume it means that he’s relaying information to the Cybermen.” The Doctor said. “Still, we can discuss that later, I need to check on Mr Rowan.”
”Tom? How is he?” Jess asked from her bed.
“He should be fine.” The Doctor replied. “We should be ready to move him back to the station soon.”
The Doctor turned and headed towards the bay where Tom was lying.
“What else did the Cybermen say about the Guardian?” He asked Jess.
“Not much. They said that they have influenced many in the federation. That’s about it. They don’t give much away!” Jess replied.
“Well, when we get back to the station I’m going to have to make a full report to the Security Council, and I will need your testimony.”
“I don’t know what else I can tell them, that’s all I know.”
“As long as you can vouch that what you say is the truth.” Edwards said. “Now, if you will excuse me, I think I should go and Check on Tom and Marshal Szyrst.”
“Ok, see you later.” Jess smiled.
Edwards walked across the room, towards the Doctor.
“Well?” He asked. “How is he?”
“Almost recovered Commander.” The Doctor said. “This ocular implant should come away easily now.” The Doctor pointed at the sensor placed over Toms’ right eye.
“Will the regenerator have helped with that?” Edwards said looking down. The scarring on Toms face had gone and his hair had almost fully grown back.
“Yes, now I know some more about his physiology.” The Doctor said. “It should only be a simple operation.”
“I’ll let you get on with it then Doctor.” Edwards said.
The Trishean medical officer walked out of the operating bay towards Edwards.
“How is Marshal Szyrst?” Edwards asked.
“The Lord Marshal has received some very severe injuries to his face. His jaw was broken in three places and he had some fracturing to the side of his face. There were also the injuries caused by the breaking of his helmet.” The Trishean said.
“How severe are they?” Edwards asked.
“There have been lacerations to his face and unfortunately some fragments of his right visor panel have become embedded deep within his eye and skull, causing irreparable damage to both his eye and optic nerve.”
“He’s blind?” Edwards was shocked.
“Not as such, we can manufacture him a new helmet, with a visor that links directly to the visual sector of his brain, it will relay the images direct via a sensor.” The Trishean explained. “Sensor receptors shall be placed around the eye socket and the eye replaced. Now if you will excuse me, I shall continue the operation.”
Edwards nodded as the Trishean turned and walked away. Stifling a yawn, it dawned on Edwards that he hadn’t slept for quite some time. Gently stretching he decided to get himself a small room for what remained of the night. Looking round he could see the Doctor busy at work on Tom, obviously he wasn’t ready to sleep. Walking towards the door to the medical bay Edwards paused and shot a look at Jess. The girl was breathing gently, now asleep. Edwards gently smiled. The girl certainly had spirit. He couldn’t begin to imagine how she must feel, suddenly finding herself in the middle of a war, two thousand years in her future. Yawning again, Edwards turned and walked out of the medical centre.
