trans_9 | And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

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"How does it do that?" Luke asked curiously, leaning forward to peer at the device. He'd never heard of anything like this before. "What kind of holes?"

The curiosity makes the Doctor smile a little more. He likes the curious ones. "Rifts, or... gaps between two points in space and-or time, sometimes between universes. Almost all of them leak energy or particles of some kind, and those aren't hard to track down if you have the right technology."

Like, for instance, his cobbled-together detector... thing. The right technology apparently includes what may or may not have once been a mobile phone.

"That's pretty fascinating actually." Luke could appreciate the engineering of the thing, even if he couldn't understand the whatever-branch-of-physics involved in its creation. A certain handiness with tools and tinkering ran strongly in the family, right along with an ability to pilot and the Force.

"Are you just trying to detect these rips for research or to prove they're there, or...?"

The Doctor snorts, amused rather than derisive. "No, not at all. I know they're there, and human science can catch up in its own time." Okay, so UNIT and Torchwood know they're there too, but it's not as if they'd tell anyone.

"I just have to find them so I can patch up the ones that might actually do some damage. Technically they're a sort-of naturally occurring part of the universe, but a rift tears open between the French Revolution and Riaux in the thirty-third century and things get very messy very fast." He pauses a moment, frowns slightly, and amends, "Well. Messier."

Luke wasn't at all familiar with what this Riaux was or who the French were, but he assumed they were some kind of species. From what the Doctor had said before, and the way he was talking, he decided these were two different points in time. "So you're looking for them in order to keep things, or species or whatever from getting mixed up with each other when they're not supposed to."

"That about sums it up, yeah." The Doctor grins brightly - when he can't actually be doing the whole saving people and planets and universes thing, talking about it tends to be an acceptable alternative for him. "It's sort of a hobby of mine, sorting out... things like this. I'd say it's my job, but that implies someone's paying me to do it. Or... noticing, most of the time."

Oh, sure, there are legends all over the universe about him, but in the time and place where he's actually solving problems, sometimes even a quick thanks is a bit too much to ask for. Though there was that one Christmas. That was a nice change.

"Hey, a job doesn't always have to be a paid one." Being a Jedi wasn't exactly a way to get to be rolling in credits, after all. "And plenty of important work goes on where most people can't see it. And what you do sounds plenty important to me!"

"I guess it doesn't have to be, no. Though calling it a job also makes it sound a lot less interesting, if you ask me..." The Doctor doesn't believe in ordinary things like work, sleep, money, a home... Those are all a bit domestic, and meant for people who aren't him.

"So... what'd you used to do? Before the pods and tentacles and all the rest of it, I mean?"

Before, he wouldn't have asked, but most of the people on this ship do seem to have interesting pasts. Here, it's a question worth asking, he thinks.

"I am a Jedi," Luke said. "The leader of the Order, in fact--Grand Master Luke Skywalker," and he bowed as best he could while sitting. "Jedi revere and are vowed to protect life, and that continues to be our goal here."

Luke shrugged. "Before that I was a pilot, and before that, I was a moisture farmer on an Outer Rim planet called Tatooine."

The Doctor raises his eyebrows a little, and then a smile a bit more genuine than his general disarming grin touches his lips. "Well. I can't say I'm terribly familiar with Jedi, but with a vow like that, you sound like a people worth knowing. You said... our goal, though. It's not just you, then? How many of you are there here?"

And you say that time goes rushing by, but it seems so slow to me...

what late tag >_>

pfft, don't worry about it. XD

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