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Lirath - Ship Survival
As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.
Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.
Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.
With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.
[ooc: Open!]
Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.
Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.
With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.
[ooc: Open!]
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Sustainable for 3:12:10
Shutdown of ancillary systems available
MAGNETIC MONOPOLE CONTAMINATION BREACH
Breach sealed
Decontamination magnet offline!!
93% of magnetic monopoles uncontaminated
Time to 15% contamination: 12:34:20
Time to 25% contamination: 19:12:14
Time to 50% contamination: 22:01:10
Time to 100% contamination: 23:15:49
TIDAL COMPENSATORS AT 127% SUSTAINABLE OUTPUT
Error! Compensator 3112 offline!
Error! Compensator 2119 offline!
Error! Compensator 4005 offline!
BIOINTEGRITY FIELD: 55%
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He sneezed again and then tried to wipe the tears from his eyes. There was something to be said about a good cry -- or even a good blubber! -- but feeling your eyes tearing up, your throat clenching, and knowing that frog in your throat was two seconds from pitching a tent and settling in wasn't what he had in mind. The Doctor looked positively miserable. He grumbled under his breath, frowning at River doing her best human shield in front of the access shaft and of course the Master was no help at all in this because he was more worried about his own skin than anything else. Some things never changed. The Doctor would find it perversely comforting under normal circumstances.
The Doctor sniffled again, a great big wet one. "What's the screen say now?" He couldn't see from here, but that didn't mean he couldn't hear that incessant beeping and blipping and must they always sound so self-important? "River, you and your guns! I really ought to take them away from you. You'll shoot someone's eye out one of these days."
He fixed River with what he intended to be a Very Stern Glower. If this was an allergic reaction to a particular brand of mucus, he didn't think the Master would fare much better going into the next access shaft, unless he was trying to prove a point, such as I Can Last Two More Minutes Better than You, Doctor, So There! type of point. The Doctor made another attempt to haul himself to his feet and promptly tipped over.
He blamed the puddle of slime under him. It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact his whole body felt ridiculously wobbly right now. Not at all. Nothing of the sort!
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"Oh, no, Doctor, she's right. You're obviously not fit to finish the job."
That didn't mean he'd head automatically back in. After seeing what such a short time in the ship's... tubules had apparently done to the Doctor, the Master had no intention of going in there if he could help it. He scanned the monitor readout, trying to pick out the problem least likely to involve a gooey situation. Not that such a strategy would necessarily work, considering the environment.
"Decontamination magnet," he murmured to himself, glancing around for the appropriate interface. Surely, surely, this wouldn't require crawling around in muck.
Would it?
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"Better men then you have tried to take my guns away." She mutters, turning her attention to the ill Time Lord. She starts to try and clean the larger globs of mucus off him, thinking that the less that was on him, the better he'd feel. It was also a way of testing her own vulnerability to the mucus.
Aside from a general feeling of queasiness in her stomach, River really didn't notice any other effects. Thank goodness for her human DNA, it seemed to be strong enough to ward off a dangerous reaction. So she could take a turn without the Doctor getting suspicious as to why she was reacting like he and the Master.
Monopolium contamination -> assigned to this team! Problems will be separated henceforth!
What might be trouble is the information it was shooting out. In more detail it elaborated on the mainscreen's report: the monopolium supply had been contaminated by "ordinary" dipolar micromagnets. These magnets were slowly disrupting the monopolium, dissolving the monomagnetic mature of the fluid as they spread. At the moment, the contamination moved slowly, but every additional dipolar magnet introduced to the fluid speeded up the process.
Ordinarily a decontamination magnet weeded out dipolar magnets, but in this case... well, 'offline' had been putting it lightly, since the contamination had been caused by the magnet's destruction.
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The Doctor tried to crane his head to glance at the display and the Master. "Well, it can't be too much different than the stuff we had as kids, right? Just squishy and bigger."
He aimed a look at the Master, trying to hold back a sniffle from his spot on the floor. Not that he liked to dredge up their past, despite the fond memories, but even if this was a living ship, he trusted the Master to at least be brilliant enough to figure it out. It wasn't as if the man wasn't scarily intelligent: it was just he tended to have rather poor (read, downright silly) ideas about where to apply himself and a general lack of priorities that didn't involve himself at the expense of others. The Doctor tried to bat away River's hands, not happy with being fussed with, and it was more of a moot point anyway because if they didn't get this fixed, the chances of them blowing up along with the rest of the ship were high.
The Doctor by now managed to half prop himself up on his elbows. Between the slime and his red eyes and nose, he looked just as hideous as the Master's smile. The man probably loved this. And to make it worse, he was sure River knew that too. The Doctor waved at River to behave herself. He didn't need her deciding to take it on herself to shoot the Master just because he looked at him funny.
Knowing River, that was probably asking too much.
"Try that covering over that slime pit. The magnets might be in there," the Doctor flapped a listless hand at the pit. He started to fumble with his sonic, his fingers slipping on it as he tried to get a grip and hold back a sniffle/sneeze at the same time.
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The words 'slime pit', however, were not so easy to shut out. The Master looked up with an expression of faint horror.
"In there," he repeated, and then had to smirk as the Doctor fumbled out his sonic-- amused by those clumsy efforts as well as the mistaken assumption. He pulled his own laser screwdriver, newly repaired, from his pocket, locking eyes with the Doctor.
"I've got it," the Master said rather smugly, and strode over to the covering. A few seconds later, it came off with a pop. The Master peered in tentatively.
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She eyes the Master's laser screwdriver with mild interest. All she knew was it the Master's competitive and much more dangerous version of the Doctor's sonic screwdriver. Finally, a Time Lord with some sense. The sonic screwdriver could have hundreds of settings, but not one of those could take the head off of a threatening alien.
"Good luck." Why yes, she is being very catty towards you, Master.
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And further luckily, certain sensible precautions were still in place!
Decontamination magnet accessed. Diverting monopolium flow.
UNfortunately, the Master's eager gaze would be met by brilliant sparks cascading upwards and a fairly hideous smell of wet smoke and burning tires made out of skunks. Beneath that cover, the decontamination magnet had failed catastrophically. Where another protective hatch should have been, he saw only a massive hole in a blackened membrane, beneath which the electrical currents that should have been flowing into the magnet sparked violently across a gap where the magnet should have been. A few trace chunks of that magnet remained in the channel below, wedged at the bottom beneath a gummed up, crystalline structure that resembled nothing so much as the iron-filing contents of a thousand magnetic art kits, dumped out and piled up.
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"Right," the Doctor fumbled. He tried to recover. "Well, off with you then!"
With River on one side and the Master on the other, the Doctor felt terribly off balance, the exact same sort of feeling you had when you tried to jump with your shoes nailed to the floor. (Trust him, he knew what it was like - personal experience, long story, no time to go into it). He made a shooing motion at the Master as if of course he expected him to repair the...unrepairable laser screwdriver. He thought he'd made it unrepairable. Odd! The Doctor remained where he was still propped up against the base of the console as he tracked the Master's progress, sniffling quietly to himself and feeling his nose running. Things seemed to be going nicely up until the moment sparks erupted practically in front of the Master and that...
That smell! The Doctor to cover his nose, decided on second thought he was happy to take his slime tunnel over getting that smell right in the face, and he almost felt sorry for the Master.
Almost.
Keywords FTW
The Doctor would no doubt find the situation before him oddly fascinating, even 'beautiful', but the Master grumbled as he reached his hand inside to brush aside some of the filings carefully. Another Time Lord just may have been able to make out some of his words-- something along the lines of there being very good reasons you didn't build a ship out of living flesh, interspersed with a few choice curses in Gallifreyan, and quite a few 'Rassilon's thrown in aside from that.
Clearly there was supposed to be a decontamination magnet inside instead of these slimy... chunks. The Master fished one out, getting shocked once or twice in the process, and withdrew from the hole, frowning as he examined it more closely in the light.
Either Stacy happened to have a spare magnet lying about, or he'd have to scrap together a suitable replacement.
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"Well, Master? Is it salvageable." She ventures to ask as she walks up behind him - covering her nose as the stench grows stronger.
In which I talk out of my butt
The Master held out the magnet fragment with one hand, flicking the settings on his screwdriver with the other. It was frankly tedious work, but he wasn't about to taste it to discover the chemical composition, unlike some Time Lords he happened to know.
Something with a non-conductive resonator and dipole constant of 70 percent or so would probably do the job nicely. Without a word the Master began searching the engineering bay for any salvageable bits.
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"Did you need help?" The Doctor tried to push himself up, wobbling. Oh, he knew that the Master most likely didn't, but at this point he was feeling perfectly grumpy enough to ask anyway, just because he wanted to be a bother. "Here, I'll just --"
And the Doctor made a show of trying to get himself to his feet...well, he'd claim it was a show. Actually, it was loads more difficult than it should've been, the Doctor sniffling through his red nose and trying to get a better look over the display he'd been propped up against. It wasn't often he had a chance to get a look at the Master's work when he wasn't trying to kill him in another one of his plots, so sick or not, the Doctor was determined to have a look while this truce lasted.
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"Doctor." River's voice is fraught with worry when he tries to get to his feet. Does she try to stop him? No. She's used to his crazy ideas of 'helping'. Doesn't mean she has to like it though, but she will stop hovering like mother hen. "Sit down before you fall down." She can see how wobbly he is.
Oh joy, she feels her nose tickling from being around the Doctor and wiping that slime off him. Grimacing, she covers her mouth and gives a tiny sneeze. What? Don't look at her. "Nose tickled." She excuses herself and flounces off to help the Master look for his resonator.
One. Big. Happy. Team.
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"Don't you have someone to look after?" he rounded on her, aiming to be as patronizingly polite as he possibly could.
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Easy. Almost too easy. After all, there was no readily apparent reason why the original magnet should have sustained such massive damage...
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He'd had enough of that when he'd had all those arguments with her before about her "mission" or whatever she liked to call it.
As it to make his point, he managed to wobble his way to the Master, sniffling, and not quite ready to sit in the background while a woman he didn't trust and an ex-friend he kept giving too many chances to were in the same room. The Doctor peered at the Master's work after frowning at River's sniffle, and then turned his attention back to the magnet. He supposed he was only stating the obvious here and that the Master must've come to the same conclusion about their little problem magnet:
"Sabotage?" The Doctor asked, tilting his head. Another wet sniffle. To be fair, the Master hadn't been anywhere close to this, so that left the question of what else could've done so much damage.