Lirath - Ship Survival

[cityship]

 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!]

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[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

If by behaving you mean River's smug, coy satisfaction at seeing the universe's most dangerous (and insane) Time Lord flinch and turn up his nose and the Master's seething hatred and disgust currently aimed at the project in his hand. Then yes, they're getting along swimmingly. No one's lost an arm, a head, or a heart at this point. So there's that.

"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.

[syncopath]

There was an awful lot of sniffling and sneezing going on at this point, really. The Master had been holding it in, well... masterfully up til now. But as soon as his back was turned and he was far enough away from the others he afforded himself a small wipe of the nose, accompanied by an even smaller snuffling sound. And then immediately realized that River Song had been behind him the entire time. Perfect.

"Don't you have someone to look after?" he rounded on her, aiming to be as patronizingly polite as he possibly could.

[cityship]

The parts to construct a replacement magnet were readily available within Engineering; it simply required attaching the proper electromagnetic material to a standard Slot ANcI interface to ensure power conduction.

Easy. Almost too easy. After all, there was no readily apparent reason why the original magnet should have sustained such massive damage...

[makeherblue]

"I can look after myself fine, thank you," the Doctor said quickly, maybe too quickly because he certainly didn't need River pointing out how much he needed her.

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.