It wasn’t an unusual thing, really. I mean, it probably wouldn’t have been so frustrating if there weren’t these giant, insect-like creatures destroying everything in their path, and there weren’t people panicking and trampling one another and blocking the way to escape pods, but, you know.
So it was something of a relief when, as if on cue, a loudspeaker cracked on and blared over the sirens for only a moment—
||Attention all Veratech personnel: please report to the grid level for biannual maiiiiiiintenaggpoighavnshhhhhhhh…||
—And then it promptly fizzled into static. Oh but it was long enough—long enough for the Doctor to remember that map he’d seen on the Observation Deck, to recall the company name, to assess what this mysterious ‘grid’ was for and to plan a course of action. Yes, this must be the defense grid! Obviously the Ohm would’ve taken it out as soon as (if not well before) they landed, and by now they would be preoccupied with other places in the more crowded areas, so—so—
The Doctor, grim as the situation was, bore an open-mouthed grin as he ran for the beach. And, luckiest thing, there was a shuttle waiting for them. Veratech’s logo—he’d never actually seen it before, but it was obvious that this was what it was supposed to represent—was pasted boldly along the side. There was no one in the pilot seat, even though the large blood stain just outside the main hatch suggested that there used to be.
He bit his lip. Perhaps another representative would show up soon. Or, at any rate, someone who knew how to fly one of these things…
Repairing the Defense Grid!
It wasn’t an unusual thing, really. I mean, it probably wouldn’t have been so frustrating if there weren’t these giant, insect-like creatures destroying everything in their path, and there weren’t people panicking and trampling one another and blocking the way to escape pods, but, you know.
So it was something of a relief when, as if on cue, a loudspeaker cracked on and blared over the sirens for only a moment—
||Attention all Veratech personnel: please report to the grid level for biannual maiiiiiiintenaggpoighavnshhhhhhhh…||
—And then it promptly fizzled into static. Oh but it was long enough—long enough for the Doctor to remember that map he’d seen on the Observation Deck, to recall the company name, to assess what this mysterious ‘grid’ was for and to plan a course of action. Yes, this must be the defense grid! Obviously the Ohm would’ve taken it out as soon as (if not well before) they landed, and by now they would be preoccupied with other places in the more crowded areas, so—so—
The Doctor, grim as the situation was, bore an open-mouthed grin as he ran for the beach. And, luckiest thing, there was a shuttle waiting for them. Veratech’s logo—he’d never actually seen it before, but it was obvious that this was what it was supposed to represent—was pasted boldly along the side. There was no one in the pilot seat, even though the large blood stain just outside the main hatch suggested that there used to be.
He bit his lip. Perhaps another representative would show up soon. Or, at any rate, someone who knew how to fly one of these things…