Post by Fitz Kreiner on Nov 22, 2005 17:46:17 GMT
“It’s starting to make sense.” Tom replied. “I know how I can remember Venus being terraformed now. That was a good 25 years ago and going by my physical age, I shouldn’t really be able to remember that.”
“They’ve terraformed Venus?” The Doctor asked. “Philistines!” he muttered under his breath.
“There’s no time to refer it to anyone.” Edwards shouted at the communication screen. “I need the Security council, now; it’s a matter of utmost urgency.”
Edwards turned to Jess.
“Sometimes, the internal affairs really try my patience. You can’t do anything unless you’ve signed the right forms or spoken to the right people. They can’t stand it if it’s too urgent for that!” He said to her.
Jess smiled. “It’s like telesales back in my time. Always trying to sell you something. Or when you ring up a help desk and you just have to press buttons to choose options, never speaking to a person until you’re really frustrated.”
“Oh, before I forget. Security Council will want to check your federation identity to back up your story to make sure you’re trustworthy, and as you don’t have one, there will be quite an investigation. I think it would be best to avoid that trouble by saying you cant give your name for security reasons. When they ask you for your name, say you can’t give it for security reasons; code Alpha 77T4.” Edwards said.
“What does that mean?” Jess asked.
It’s a code for the special branch of the Special Space Security. Internal affairs. They don’t have to give a name.” Edwards replied. “I shouldn’t know it, let alone tell you, but it will save a lot of trouble.”
Jess smiled. “Alpha 77T4.” She repeated.
“Just speak in an official tone, as if you’re a VIP.” Edwards said.
“Oh, I’m sure I can manage that!” Jess smiled mischievously.
The screen flicked back to life, showing a large chamber with a long bench at one wall, with the seal of the Security Council both on the front of the bench and the wall behind. Three people were sat at the bench; a rather plump woman, clearly in her fifties, was sat in the middle. To her left was a younger woman, she had a stern face and a mean looking demeanour. To the right sat a man about Edwards’ age, early forties, with short blond hair and neatly trimmed beard.
“Commander Edwards; this is extremely irregular to call the Security Council without prior appointment.” The woman in the middle said.
“I understand Ma’am.” Edwards replied, “But I’ve been brought information that is of vital importance.”
“Very well.” The woman replied. “Speak.”
“It’s not me who has the full knowledge.” Edwards said stepping aside and letting Jess walk towards the screen.
“And who are you?” The woman demanded.
Straightening herself up, Jess adopted what he dad had called her ‘little madam’, snooty tone.
“I am not at liberty to give you my name for security reasons code ‘Alpha 77T4.” She replied, pleased with the way she had spoken. “Who am I addressing?”
The woman sighed. “Internal affairs.” She said looking at her two companions. “Many apologies Miss.” She said addressing Jess once more. “I am Vice Chancellor Ashe of the Security council. This is Clarke” Ashe pointed to the woman on her left. “Chairman of the council; and this is Morton,” Gesturing to the bearded man on her left, “Honorary master of the council.”
Morton and Clarke both bowed their heads to Jess in a manner of respectful greeting.
“May I ask if you have a codename we may address you by?” Ashe asked.
Names flooded through Jess’ head. Xena. Buffy. Janeway. Uhura.
“Officially, I don’t exist.” Jess finally decided on saying.
“Of course.” Ashe smiled back.
Jess breathed out, relieved. She’d given an answer that was true and yet acceptable.
“What is your report?” Morton asked. He seemed almost bored.
“An immediate enquiry has to be conducted into the Guardian of the Solar System. I have strong evidence that suggests he is working for the Cybermen, feeding them information and carrying out acts of sabotage. At least if not him then there are others whom the Cybermen have corrupted.” Jess breathed in. she’d rehearsed that speech on the journey back to the station, refining it to use the longest words and most formal tone she could
“What is your evidence?” Clarke asked.
“It was told to me by a Cyberman whilst I was its prisoner.” Jess replied.
“An obvious attempt to drive a wedge into earth.” Morton said looking at Ashe. “I’d have thought even a young agent would have realised that.” He added almost dismissively.
That addition made Jess see red.
“Listen to me, Morton is it?” She snapped. “You just be grateful I’m not in that chamber with you! The Cybermen don’t tell lies, it’s not in them, they’re logical. They deal with facts not fiction. These attacks are more than enough to bring earth onto its knees, and they can do it. They will do it. Unless you stop the problems that are caused by people like the Guardian who are in league with the Cybermen.”
Edwards stared at Jess. She was doing incredibly well for herself. She’d changed quickly over the day or two she’d been on the station. She’d grown stronger and she was incredibly resourceful and showed lots of initiative.
“Very well.” Ashe was saying. “We will launch an immediate enquiry. “We have already started investigations into Admiral Russells’ past. Hopefully now we can expose more traitors. Thank you.” The screen went blank.
“Well done!” Edwards beamed at Jess. “I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of you.” He said.
Jess smiled. “Thanks. That Morton bloke just made me so angry that’s all.” She said sitting down and rubbing her eyes.
“The security council are usually very quick with serious issues.” Edwards replied. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” Jess replied. “I think I’ll give it a bit before I do anything else.”
“The Doctor has faith in you.” Edwards said to her.
Jess smiled back at Edwards. She was beginning to really like this man. He reminded her of her father in some ways, and in others, more like an Uncle.
“I think I’ll just wait up on the Command Deck for a while first.” Jess said.
“We can always find you some quarters if you like.” Edwards said. “Some first class accommodation?”
“I’m fine thanks.” Jess said, wondering what 41st century first class accommodation might be like. “I had plenty of sleep on Mars.”
The TARDIS was trembling, a vibration that both the Doctor and Tom could feel right down, deep inside them. The tremors were coming from the vortex itself, channelling themselves through the TARDIS and through the two Timelords themselves. The trembling had been slight since the TARDIS had departed from EST3 and had been steadily building as the ship made its journey to Telos. The Trembling suddenly gave way to a violent lurch that sent the two Timelords stumbling. The TARDIS lighting system flickered and there were several explosions on the console and the walls, as sparks erupted from them. Several of the roundels clattered to the floor of the console room.
“They’ve terraformed Venus?” The Doctor asked. “Philistines!” he muttered under his breath.
“There’s no time to refer it to anyone.” Edwards shouted at the communication screen. “I need the Security council, now; it’s a matter of utmost urgency.”
Edwards turned to Jess.
“Sometimes, the internal affairs really try my patience. You can’t do anything unless you’ve signed the right forms or spoken to the right people. They can’t stand it if it’s too urgent for that!” He said to her.
Jess smiled. “It’s like telesales back in my time. Always trying to sell you something. Or when you ring up a help desk and you just have to press buttons to choose options, never speaking to a person until you’re really frustrated.”
“Oh, before I forget. Security Council will want to check your federation identity to back up your story to make sure you’re trustworthy, and as you don’t have one, there will be quite an investigation. I think it would be best to avoid that trouble by saying you cant give your name for security reasons. When they ask you for your name, say you can’t give it for security reasons; code Alpha 77T4.” Edwards said.
“What does that mean?” Jess asked.
It’s a code for the special branch of the Special Space Security. Internal affairs. They don’t have to give a name.” Edwards replied. “I shouldn’t know it, let alone tell you, but it will save a lot of trouble.”
Jess smiled. “Alpha 77T4.” She repeated.
“Just speak in an official tone, as if you’re a VIP.” Edwards said.
“Oh, I’m sure I can manage that!” Jess smiled mischievously.
The screen flicked back to life, showing a large chamber with a long bench at one wall, with the seal of the Security Council both on the front of the bench and the wall behind. Three people were sat at the bench; a rather plump woman, clearly in her fifties, was sat in the middle. To her left was a younger woman, she had a stern face and a mean looking demeanour. To the right sat a man about Edwards’ age, early forties, with short blond hair and neatly trimmed beard.
“Commander Edwards; this is extremely irregular to call the Security Council without prior appointment.” The woman in the middle said.
“I understand Ma’am.” Edwards replied, “But I’ve been brought information that is of vital importance.”
“Very well.” The woman replied. “Speak.”
“It’s not me who has the full knowledge.” Edwards said stepping aside and letting Jess walk towards the screen.
“And who are you?” The woman demanded.
Straightening herself up, Jess adopted what he dad had called her ‘little madam’, snooty tone.
“I am not at liberty to give you my name for security reasons code ‘Alpha 77T4.” She replied, pleased with the way she had spoken. “Who am I addressing?”
The woman sighed. “Internal affairs.” She said looking at her two companions. “Many apologies Miss.” She said addressing Jess once more. “I am Vice Chancellor Ashe of the Security council. This is Clarke” Ashe pointed to the woman on her left. “Chairman of the council; and this is Morton,” Gesturing to the bearded man on her left, “Honorary master of the council.”
Morton and Clarke both bowed their heads to Jess in a manner of respectful greeting.
“May I ask if you have a codename we may address you by?” Ashe asked.
Names flooded through Jess’ head. Xena. Buffy. Janeway. Uhura.
“Officially, I don’t exist.” Jess finally decided on saying.
“Of course.” Ashe smiled back.
Jess breathed out, relieved. She’d given an answer that was true and yet acceptable.
“What is your report?” Morton asked. He seemed almost bored.
“An immediate enquiry has to be conducted into the Guardian of the Solar System. I have strong evidence that suggests he is working for the Cybermen, feeding them information and carrying out acts of sabotage. At least if not him then there are others whom the Cybermen have corrupted.” Jess breathed in. she’d rehearsed that speech on the journey back to the station, refining it to use the longest words and most formal tone she could
“What is your evidence?” Clarke asked.
“It was told to me by a Cyberman whilst I was its prisoner.” Jess replied.
“An obvious attempt to drive a wedge into earth.” Morton said looking at Ashe. “I’d have thought even a young agent would have realised that.” He added almost dismissively.
That addition made Jess see red.
“Listen to me, Morton is it?” She snapped. “You just be grateful I’m not in that chamber with you! The Cybermen don’t tell lies, it’s not in them, they’re logical. They deal with facts not fiction. These attacks are more than enough to bring earth onto its knees, and they can do it. They will do it. Unless you stop the problems that are caused by people like the Guardian who are in league with the Cybermen.”
Edwards stared at Jess. She was doing incredibly well for herself. She’d changed quickly over the day or two she’d been on the station. She’d grown stronger and she was incredibly resourceful and showed lots of initiative.
“Very well.” Ashe was saying. “We will launch an immediate enquiry. “We have already started investigations into Admiral Russells’ past. Hopefully now we can expose more traitors. Thank you.” The screen went blank.
“Well done!” Edwards beamed at Jess. “I wouldn’t like to get on the wrong side of you.” He said.
Jess smiled. “Thanks. That Morton bloke just made me so angry that’s all.” She said sitting down and rubbing her eyes.
“The security council are usually very quick with serious issues.” Edwards replied. “Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” Jess replied. “I think I’ll give it a bit before I do anything else.”
“The Doctor has faith in you.” Edwards said to her.
Jess smiled back at Edwards. She was beginning to really like this man. He reminded her of her father in some ways, and in others, more like an Uncle.
“I think I’ll just wait up on the Command Deck for a while first.” Jess said.
“We can always find you some quarters if you like.” Edwards said. “Some first class accommodation?”
“I’m fine thanks.” Jess said, wondering what 41st century first class accommodation might be like. “I had plenty of sleep on Mars.”
The TARDIS was trembling, a vibration that both the Doctor and Tom could feel right down, deep inside them. The tremors were coming from the vortex itself, channelling themselves through the TARDIS and through the two Timelords themselves. The trembling had been slight since the TARDIS had departed from EST3 and had been steadily building as the ship made its journey to Telos. The Trembling suddenly gave way to a violent lurch that sent the two Timelords stumbling. The TARDIS lighting system flickered and there were several explosions on the console and the walls, as sparks erupted from them. Several of the roundels clattered to the floor of the console room.
