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

"Oh," says West, with the light of recognition in his face, "I think I've seen him in the big room of space windows."

Because the Doctor stands out. Yes, even amongst the robots and the more obvious aliens. It's a gift!

"How come his name's a noun?"

~~Not that West can talk.~~

"He picked it himself. Psychiatrist's field day if you ask me," oh the delicious irony, "Incidentally, my name is Saxon."

He doesn't offer his hand-- mainly because it's covered in oil and Stacy goo.

"If he was going for a conversation piece, then he obviously succeeded," he says, smirking a bit.

"I'm West, pleased to meet you and all that. Do we have to exchange planets of origin now, or are we gonna keep the conversation as normal as it really can be when it's taking place in a space-ship made of plant guts?"

"I doubt it matters one way or the other, mine is nothing more than a stain in space these days," No one enjoys telling others their planet doesn't exist anymore, "Though, statistically speaking, I'm guessing you're from Earth?"

"...Ouch."

West hasn't felt this uncomfortable since Allen said that he was dead in West's universe, but his face is that of one doing his best to hide it.

"Yeah, you caught me. I'm an Earthling."

"I've always enjoyed Earth," he replies, "I actually spent some time as the British Prime Minister not too long ago. Cor, now that was a laugh riot."

West is looking at Saxon. See this look? It's a long and speculative look. Look look look!

"...Do you... change shape, or make holograms or something?"

"You doubt my geniality? My vision as a national leader?" What he means to say is, yes, there was a huge degree of hypnosis involved, "Perhaps I come from a more... liberal reality."

"No, I figured if you're from another planet..." West pauses in mid-sentence, rethinking this. "Although the Superman guy looks like a human."

The Doctor chose this moment to show up; he'd been off searching for his glasses in his locker. In true form he just jumped right into the middle of the conversation upon his return.

"Looks can be deceiving. Especially," he pointed at 'Saxon,' "his."

West stares slightly at the suddenly-appearing Doctor, and then blinks.

Interested: "Oh right?"

A sigh, "It's true. I look a lot taller on television."

That gets a frustrated look. "You're honestly claiming to be human? Still?"

To West, "He's not. He's the Master. Not Prime Minister of anything."

"...The Master," repeats West, a little disbelievingly. A glance at Saxon. "And you said he was a psychiatrist's field day?"

Hey, kettle. The pot just called you black.

"Uh, what's a Prime Minister? I mean, I know what a Prime is, but I have no idea what a Prime Minister is." Bumblebee says as he pokes his head in.

"He is the one calling me Master, and I never said I was human," the Doctor receives a condescending look, "We were just discussing home planets. Care to elaborate on what happened to ours, hmm?"

He shoots Bumblebee a glance, "It's like a President. A national leader. Bloody good fun."

"Knowing this place, his parliament building's probably in the city downstairs," pipes up West. "I mean, some people practically worship the President, so if it's anything like that in Britain..."

To the Master, the Doctor sends a dark, angry look. "Don't. No. You named yourself, we both named ourselves, and what happened is none of their business."

He turns to West. "Don't encourage him. Really. I mean it."

Bumblebee gets a double-glance before, just to be safe, the Doctor tells him sternly, "You neither."

For some reason, it's right then that the lights on the ship--everywhere in the ship--suddenly flicker. They just flicker, then come back on. Odd.

But for massive brains like the Doctor and the Master, that's a definite sign there's something odd about the wiring.

For someone else, that's a sign to get moving on their mission. He is armed with a Dracon beam and other weapons, after all.

"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.

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