It's The Final Countdown

[cityship]

This was it. Endgame. The crux of the battle, the turning point, those crucial moments that would decide if the crew won or lost, that would decide if the Ohm would reign victorious or go running with their chitinous tails between their legs.

Did the crew have enough grit to win? Could they defeat a full Ohm fighting force?

With the flagging confidence of the GIA forces, it'd be up to the crew to turn the tide.

And one of the crew would pay the ultimate price to make sure the others walked away alive.

[ooc: everything is up!]

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[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River saw it all and her first instinct was to rush out of the TARDIS, but she ignored it. Telling herself that she was best placed here, killing off any Ohm that happened to get too close. If she rushed to their aid, they'd never make it back to the TARDIS.

Still, was truly horrible of her to feel a sense of relief and smugness? Revenge could be such a bitch. She almost felt like stroking the wall of the TARDIS to offer her silent congratulations.

You sly old girl, you.

[makeherblue]

It was probably dumb luck that saved the Doctor. If he'd been the one to make the connection, it would've --

That was about as far as he got as he went sprawling backward along with the rest of the Ohm. He hit the ground with a winded "oof!", scrambled to his feet as the emergency lights winked off and the regular lighting flooded back on thanks to the power surge between the TARDIS and Stacy's gooey connection. The Ohm were cast in harsh shadows as they twitched and struggled to revive, leaving them open targets for River to finish them off. The Doctor trusted her to do her job, as much as he didn't approve of it.

Scrambling toward the Master, he tried to shake him awake and when that didn't work, he struggled to loop one arm over his shoulder so he could get him back to the TARDIS. Or, well, anywhere that wasn't here. Good thing, anywhere else!

[syncopath]

About halfway back to the TARDIS, the Master ceased to be limp, dead weight and moaned in a bleary sort of way. A long string of babble, half in Gallifreyan, the other half probably English.

Rassilon, but his head was killing him. He ineffectually pushed at whoever was dragging him along and noted, with displeasure, that his limbs were also not doing quite what he expected them to-- as if they'd gone to sleep.

He struggled to get to his feet anyway, vaguely aware that being dragged was not a good thing. Everything was noise, and blurry, over-bright haze and there was only one person he knew could come even close to helping him out of this.

"Doctor..."

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

River wasn't even sure that the Master was still alive, at least not until he started to flop and twitch a little. She couldn't say that she didn't feel a twinge of disappointment. The extent of the damage was currently unknown.

When they came close enough, she lowered her gun long enough to hurry out of the TARDIS and help drag / pull them both inside. Don't think she's getting soft on the Master though, she just doesn't want him to drag the Doctor down with him..

Once they're both safe inside, she flings the doors shut and leans heavily against the wall to catch her breath.

"All limbs and lives accounted for?"