trans_9 | The thing you should know is that everyone is in really big trouble. Yeah. Even you.

"Man, the lighting system in this place is a piece of slag."

And indeed, it's struck a chord with the Master, "Odd. Doctor? Odd. Odd? Doctor."

Once again he picks up the Judoon scanner and holds it cautiously. The other goes to his pocket, "I've been on this ship several days and that's the first mistake she's made."

The Doctor agrees immediately, previous bickering (argument? fight?) forgotten, "Oh, odd! We've met."

Reaching into his pocket, he comes out with his sonic screwdriver. "Hasn't made a mistake all the time I've been here either. Odd. Very."

Bickering, it was definitely bickering, "Who'd have sonic?"

He slowly regards all of them, including the Doctor. He waves the scanner about, "Maybe I won't turn this into a toaster."

West is going for some technologies as well! However, what he brings out is not a screwdriver, sonic or otherwise. But it is pulled out very very quickly, and it is fired with rather impressive aim straight at Bumblebee.

A hand-held Dracon beam is small, but at its highest setting it can break through ten feet of solid titanium.

In the same instant, West launches himself into the air, rising rapidly. Oh, high ceiling, how he adores you.

It can break through titanium, sure. But Cybertronians are, remarkbly, made out of stronger stuff. Still hurts massively, but Bee is able to get up.

"Why you little slagging-" Bee brings out his stingers, firing at West.

The Doctor was stunned. Absolutely Stunned. And then he very quickly becomes Angry. Staring up at West he shouts, "Oi! Come back down here and knock this off! Stop this instant!"

He was sure it was all just a misunderstanding.

It had better all just be a misunderstanding.

Whilst the Doctor tried the diplomatic approach, the Master was busy diving under the nearest workbench. Apart from his own, of course.

"We were getting on just fine until you showed up." He cuts in with aggravation, thumbing his own screwdriver from his pocket, "Tell me, Doctor, do you have this affect on everyone?"

Not just a misunderstanding, sorry.

"Shit--"

He wasn't expecting the robot to get up again from that, and is even less prepared for the counterattack; West has to perform a hurried and ungainly twist in midair to (just barely) avoid Bee's missiles.

He fires the Dracon beam at the Cybertronian again, and dives towards the Doctor, aiming to pick him up and carry him through the med lab door. Hey, it's not impossible: he's lifted grown men before, and even carried people across the ocean. Don't doubt his mad skills!

"This is not my fau--"

Let it be known that the Doctor is horrible at being both Enraged and Swift-Footed at the same time. He completely failed to hurl himself out of the way.

"--AULAUGH PUT ME DOWN!"

Hearing the Doctor's shout, the Master ducks out of his hidey-hole and poises for a shot at West. But-- no, he might hit the Doctor. Loathe as he was to admit it, he had no intention of killing him just yet.

In a moment not entirely unlike that naff scene from Point Break, the Master's arm jarrs before he can draw a bead, and the shot goes wide.

Bee's ready this time, and he doesn't brag about his speed for nothing. Dodging the blast, his wheels hit the ground already speeding, causing them to squeal as he charges after West in robot mode, using his wheeled feet to propel him forward, likely faster than West can fly.

Out through the door, and a sharp right-angled bank to take them hurtling down the fleshy corridor, and--

What the hell, the robot is still following them, and gaining! And West can't shoot again without losing his grip on the Doctor. He has a small bomb or two in his pocket, but he's not sure he can reach those without dropping the man, either.

"Why won't you DIE?" he yells in frustration, though he doesn't look behind him. He's flying too fast for that to be safe.

"Hey, if were getting into philosophical questions, why did you shove a giant pole up your reactor linkage?" Bumblebee speeds up, closing the gap even more.

"PUT! ME! DOWN!" The Doctor was angry, but it was a futile sort of angry; what could he do, struggle? Sure, he'd fallen further (and possibly faster) but that wasn't precisely incentive to try it again.

"Can't we all just talk about this over a cup of tea and gallon of motor oil?!"

The Master's in hot pursuit, an armful of gadgets in tow. So his screwdriver was lethal, but not all of these were.

Okay, this isn't looking good for West.

What happens if, when Bumblebee is right behind him, he banks without warning in a three-hundred-sixty degree turn that leaves he and the Doctor rocketing back the way they came?

Of course, now they're just flying straight back towards the Master. Goddamnit. Maybe they'll make it over his head before he can do anything damaging to them.

Bee's also got great maneuverability, which is why he's back on West's tail within a split second.

"Nowhere to run man. Just put the guy down and we'll think about going easy on ya."

"Yes! Put me down!" The Doctor likes this idea, did not like that sharp turn back there, "Put me down and I'll make sure the Master doesn't kill you. Can't get better than that at this point, kid. So put me down!"

Okay, so a minute ago he was chasing the flying kid and now he's about to be run down by a sickly yellow Mustang. He grabs the first tool in the pile, scattering the rest and brings it in an arc towards West.

"Listen to the man. Ridiculous hair, but he does give good odds."

West -- or whatever West is at the moment -- is really not happy with the situation in which he's found himself. He should have made sure the odds weren't so heavily against him, or lured one of the organic ones closer to the Pool. He should have been given a more powerful host, but no, all his higher-ranking superiors got to have the ones with actual usefully offensive skills. Typical.

He doesn't like the idea of dying.

Of course, he likes the idea of being punished for failure even less.

...He really didn't want to do this in midair, but if he has to, then so be it. Not slowing down, he wraps his legs around the Doctor's so as to gain a better grip, wraps one arm firmly round the man's skinny chest and uses the opposite hand to fish something out of his own pocket. Not a gun or a bomb -- a fat test-tube filled with something grey and liquid and squirming.

(It's a stronger grip than he'd feared he'd have, but still, he hopes the Doctor will continue this delightful trend of not struggling.)

West yanks the stopper out with his teeth, and holds the open end of the test tube over the Doctor's right earhole.

The Doctor, feeling something at his ear, tried to jerk his head away. Unfortunately he wasn't fast enough, and that something grey and squirming slipped in.

"Master!" he shouted desperately, hoping the other Time Lord would understand what was about to happen. Their telepathic link suddenly disappeared, as if it had never existed. Over the next few seconds the Doctor's face flickered; frustration, anger, blank control, stubbornness, then fear.

And suddenly, his face blanked out and the Doctor went limp, apparently dead. His invader found itself completely unable to control a mind that had shut down almost completely, and the Time Lord's body began to cool rapidly.

He hoped, with his last conscious thought, that the Master could still recognize a healing trance and wouldn't decide to laser through him.

...Oh Jesus, that wasn't meant to happen.

The Master's face runs through the following-- shock, more shock, anger, joy, even more shock and right back to anger. He's been shot or otherwise mutilated several times over the years, so it's not outrageous to assume he knows what a healing trance looks like.

But the Master's outrage is far beyond that. This- this punk very nearly killed the Doctor. He had no right, not when better men have died trying.

"Okay, now I'm making the odds," he screams whilst opening fire, "You can decide whether to drop him or not, you're still leaving stuck to the wheels of Unleaded over there!"

He's being fired at again. And this time, lumbered by the Doctor's unconscious body, he doesn't have the agility needed to dodge.

West shouts out and crumples in the air as he's hit, and both he and the Doctor are very suddenly heading downwards in a steep curve. The test-tube slips out of his hand and meets its untimely demise on the floor, smashing open to release a lot of greyish goop and a number of writhing, sluglike creatures.

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