Reign of Destruction

[ohm-nom-nom.livejournal.com]

By this point, the Ohm had spread all across the planet.

Destruction spread throughout the cities of Zokez II. There were evacuees that still needed to escape. People that needed saving.

It was time for the crew to do what they did best.

[ooc: Sub-plots! Check here before tagging.]

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[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

The Doctor nodded, looking grim but no less enthusiastic. “So you say…”

Probably; though the connections that the Engineer had with the ship implied that she had a nigh complete understanding of its functions and controls, the codes that were supposed to be innately contained within its build were most likely wiped, unrecognizable. There was a chance that even the signaling devices for radioing in the shuttle’s approach and deactivating any defense systems waiting for them were also too badly damaged to work, despite having the right frequencies for docking and tagging. They might be able to improvise something, given the time, but…

“…Hmm,” the Doctor leaned over his lap, immersed in thought; then he perked up suddenly started digging through his pockets, procuring in steady increments a toy plastic radio (quaintly decorated with palm trees and an alien—presumably female—dancing next to the receiver), a handful of wires of various lengths, several strands of fiber optic cables, a screwdriver (of the non-sonic variety), and a whole mess of other electronics, transistors, circuit boards, all placed in a neat pile on the floor at his feet. He paused to look over the collection, apparently quite proud of himself for remembering to keep all of this at some point or another—and then he abruptly pointed at Stephen and Tony.

“—Uhm—“ he waved his outstretched hand in a vague gesture of attention, since he didn’t know their names, “—This should be everything. I need you two to make a transceiver. Nothing fancy, just something that can take codes and transmit them to a radio unit. Do we have an estimated time of arrival?”

A pause, but the Doctor already knew. “—You have about fifteen minutes.” And he left them to their work, crouching over to his seat next to Jamie and Rose. At least one of them was looking understandably uncomfortable, and therefore was in need of his consoling. Jamie wasn’t fond of flying vehicles, if he remembered correctly. Got airsick or something. The Doctor bit his lip and, taking Kaylee’s lead on his companion’s other side, gave him a reassuring smile and a pat on the shoulder.

“…Yes, not to worry,” he nodded as if he was also convincing himself, “We’ll get there in one piece—“

A sudden turbulence rattled the bottom of the shuttle, a distinct sound of sloshing waves indicated brief contact of some sort. The Doctor frowned, flustered out of his condolences, and he turned towards the cockpit with some annoyance. “—Fragile cargo, steady! Did we hit something?”

[[ooc: Sorry, Col, moving things ahead. You can NPC the Ohm from here on, I promise. :3]]

[sonofether.livejournal.com]

"Oh goody," Stephen said. At least he'd brought some of the stuff he'd scrounged with him. The Doctor did have quite the respectable start, though. Stephen contributed with a wire stripper, a pair of of slender-nosed pliers, and something that looked like a Speak and Spell, though the symbols on its keys looked absolutely nothing like English. He started to take off the back, careful not to lose the power components, and quirked a brow at the other young man the Doctor had indicated.

"Think we can do something with this pile?" Oh, Stephen had a few ideas, it was true, but it was a task they'd both been given, and he was more than willing to share.