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

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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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[splendid_roman]

Ian ran over and helped Jamie clear the contents of the bookcase. "If we can find something to cover their eye," he suggested, "then we can get hold of their gun and stop them shooting us." Getting shot by a Dalek once was enough for one lifetime.

They don't know how many Daleks they'd have to deal with, or where might be safe to get to after they've done that, but at least it's a start.

"There's a creature inside," he added, assuming that the others have never seen a Dalek before. "That's what controls it. If we can get it out, it'll be helpless." Well, helpless enough anyway.

[syncopath]

The Daleks were wasting no time; even as the others barricaded the door it began to shake with the combined force of several metallic shells ramming against it. A few more ominous thuds and then... silence that made even the Master's skin crawl.

He crept out from beneath the table, moving as quickly and quietly as he could to the other side of the room. Surely there had to be another way out of here.