We've got a few secrets left, and we're gonna use them. But just know that the end is coming.

[cityship]

There are three major things happening. One of them is that the crew is sweeping through the ship, scanning whoever they find, and shipping the restrained Controllers back to the MedBay with some crew members.

Another is Paco--or his Yeerk, at least--is leading Scorpius, who appears to have betrayed the crew, towards the machine, hidden away in an alcove in the city, attached to one of the fleshy walls near one of Stacy's nerve clusters. It took them quite a while to find it.

The Yeerks do so love collaborators.

The last thing happening is the Doctor, Master, and Bumblebee, with the last one carrying an unconscious West, are hunting for that same machine and closing in.

With all these thing happening at once, the shit is, as they say, about to hit the fan.

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[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor whirls around when he heard the voice. "Oh, Sweet Mother of Chaos," he whines quietly, possibly to the Master, stepping back until his back is against the console, "we really do not have the time for villainous exposition right now."

[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

And the Master... hasn't really been listening. Or has he? Who knows, but he's currently tapping at the particular dial that rises every second with his screwdriver, "This one. I don't like this one."

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Noted!" Paco chirped, grinning toothily at Bumblebee. "I'll just have to remember to aim carefully. Francisco's played a lot of video games, he's not bad at hitting moving targets."

He couldn't exactly shoot them where they were, though. Not without risking the machine. But Sub-Visser 7 had a plan for dealing with that. He pulled a remote control out of his plantsuit and pressed one of the buttons.

A large section of one of the walls began to slide up, to the sound of hissing almost-cheers and the scrabbling of hundreds of little pointed feet.

"In case you were wondering, these are Taxxons," Paco explained. "Stacy thoughtfully had some onboard for some reason. Very handy, but they make horrible hosts. See, they're always hungry. Always. It's a madness. The entire species submitted willingly to the Yeerk Empire to try to escape it." He gestured down where long red tongues were licking out from under the rising walls. "These poor fellows have been living in captivity for who knows how long, breeding and eating each other and breeding and eating...ugh."

Taxxons began pouring into the room like a flood. Giant centipedes, as big around as a manhole cover and ten feet long. They scuttled forward on dozens of needle-legs, racing toward the three crew members and the unconscious Controller. Paco was too high up for them to reach. The others, though...

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Bee fired into the group of Taxxons. "Uh, Doc? You might want to start on deactivating whatever the hell that thing is. I'm not sure how long I can hold these things off."