The Doctor is right there helping Eva up in the next flash of lightning overhead. He reaches down, grabs her by the elbow, and hauls her to the feet with more strength than a twiggy scarecrow like him should have, judging from appearances. It takes a second to do another headcount – proper number of fellow rescuees – before the Doctor’s already diving for the cockpit. Or, well, this spaceship’s version of one, which is another one of those things he hasn’t quite had the chance to get properly accustomed to but flying in a straight line at this point is so far down the priority list that he doesn’t give it a second thought.
With a hiss, the doors shudder closed as the ship begins to take off. It takes a dangerous dip as the Doctor rights it (gives it a discreet sonic under the console, right at the crystal array) and then begins to accelerate up, faster and faster, streaking up into the atmosphere.
The Doctor’s face is bathed in the light exploding out from the time vortexes. Time itself screams out from the void, voices howling, silence and chaos, colors that hadn’t been discovered yet spraying out in sparks. He thinks he catches several glimpses of different planets and time periods through the holes and there’s a worry for a moment that the implosion might only send some of the ships tumbling through the vortex instead of destroyed by it. Unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do but focus on the escape. The Doctor’s hands grip the controls. They zip past another one of the fleet ships: the ship is broken in half, small specks of what might’ve been its crew falling down to the ground, only to jitter back in Time like a film reel and start to fall to the earth all over again. Snow and hail batter the hull as the Doctor sends them climbing.
He assumes this ship is vacuum sealed. And that it still is. Otherwise the vacuum will finish them off before the fleet’s destruction will.
By now Sobek’s jungle sprawl is a green mass as they burst through the thick clouds swirling over the fleet. The stars are almost dizzying after all the months in the monsoon weather, the Doctor finally relaxing enough to look over at Vala and Daniel. Daniel looks shaken, haunted. Vala’s seen better days. As for Jamie, he seems to be holding up. It’s a Scottish thing.
“Ah, there we have it. It’s done. More or less.” The Doctor says suddenly.
no subject
With a hiss, the doors shudder closed as the ship begins to take off. It takes a dangerous dip as the Doctor rights it (gives it a discreet sonic under the console, right at the crystal array) and then begins to accelerate up, faster and faster, streaking up into the atmosphere.
The Doctor’s face is bathed in the light exploding out from the time vortexes. Time itself screams out from the void, voices howling, silence and chaos, colors that hadn’t been discovered yet spraying out in sparks. He thinks he catches several glimpses of different planets and time periods through the holes and there’s a worry for a moment that the implosion might only send some of the ships tumbling through the vortex instead of destroyed by it. Unfortunately, there’s nothing he can do but focus on the escape. The Doctor’s hands grip the controls. They zip past another one of the fleet ships: the ship is broken in half, small specks of what might’ve been its crew falling down to the ground, only to jitter back in Time like a film reel and start to fall to the earth all over again. Snow and hail batter the hull as the Doctor sends them climbing.
He assumes this ship is vacuum sealed. And that it still is. Otherwise the vacuum will finish them off before the fleet’s destruction will.
By now Sobek’s jungle sprawl is a green mass as they burst through the thick clouds swirling over the fleet. The stars are almost dizzying after all the months in the monsoon weather, the Doctor finally relaxing enough to look over at Vala and Daniel. Daniel looks shaken, haunted. Vala’s seen better days. As for Jamie, he seems to be holding up. It’s a Scottish thing.
“Ah, there we have it. It’s done. More or less.” The Doctor says suddenly.