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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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"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.