Who needs realistic goals when you have tenacity? [OPEN]

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

It had literally been a day after being released from GLaDOS (oh, she was going to give that bit of AI a piece of her mind, no doubt ... ) when it started. The message from Shodan, the ship shutdowns, the robots ... one AI for another, great. Just her luck, right? But there was a problem with this situation: the medbay was under her control. Martha could sit back and allow other places to be taken (albeit with much anger and gnashing of teeth) but the medbay was not one.

So she set out with one stupid goal in mind: get into the Medbay. Yeah, thinking it out only went so far, and as smart as Martha knew she was she was also tenacious as hell. At least she could grab some supplies, maybe smaller equipment, something to help the people in need. She walked around the entire Earth in a death-zone, how hard could a trip to the Medbay be?

Currently hiding behind a convenient outcropping of the ship, listening for the disappearing metal footfalls of some robotic creature, and trying to keep her heart rate and breathing down, it would likely be much harder than she thought. Maybe she could use some help.

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She legged it as fast as her legs could take her, pretty good for someone as short as her, but the Doctor had given her plenty of training. She made sure not to get ahead of Ian, however, no need to leave him to the wolves.

It looked as though the metal shield did its job, at least at first. The robot attacked it, shooting out some sort of projectile and ripping it to ribbons. It would advance towards the two of them next.

"C'mon, we're close. Just ... I don't know, weave!"

[splendid_roman]

"Close to what?" He really didn't know this city as well as someone running from robots needed to.

He chanced a look back to see the robot had finished off the piece of metal and was advancing on them. The woman's suggestion was a good one and he stopped running in a straight line and went for an unpredictable pattern instead. All the same, Ian still felt the heat of the weapons fire as it just missed him.

[atruedoctor.livejournal.com]

"Medbay," she said briskly, turning a corner and nearly slipping from the force of her turn. Bloody physics. Bloody robots. Bloody everything.

She saw the familiar entranceway, and by the graces it looked clear. Could be deceiving, of course, could be a trap, could be a number of things. But she wanted to trust her eyes, and the robot was closing in on them.