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[ooc: backdated to a little while after this entry.]

[In person, but also filtered to all passengers who'll be joining in the search later.]

[urgently, looking around at everyone who's gathered and secretly is unsettled by the fact that Oliver hasn't shown up yet.] All right, sorry everyone, but those of us here can't wait any longer.

Now. A ship this size is going to need an awfully big section devoted just to the engineering end of operations, so there's going to be the potential of getting lost in there. I've got some markers here for some of the teams here [points to a handful left on the floor], but you lot who haven't arrived yet should bring something to mark where you've been as well.

In Orion's message, he said we should be able to find our way to the right area easy enough, but if you know your ships--and I do--it's not going to be as simple as that. We have to find the right door to even get access to the main engine control room. But Orion was useful for something since he gave us the passcodes we can use--just didn't tell us which one, so we going to have to try them all out and hope we don't get locked out of the system. That's a risk we're going to have to take.

I don't know about you, but when the right door is found, we shouldn't let Ganymede know or else he'll come running and try to put a stop to this. [hopes to find the man before this can happen.] So to get around any nosy captains, when you do find the door, use Klavier's suggestion and announce it over the Spheres, but say "I've hit my elbow on the door!" From there, we'll locate you and see about shutting down those engines.

All right, enough talk! Those of you who are still on your way, please be careful. And that goes for all of you as well. [eyes everyone in front of him, his expression serious.]

Now...allons-y! [points towards the door Ganymede had disappeared into.]
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[filter to Oliver]
Oliver, where are you? It doesn't take that long to get from the cinema to the transportation pads. [a little fear slips into his voice and he can almost feel another wave of time sickness coming on. he fights to push that feeling away.]
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[stops what he's doing, following the Doctor's gaze; whispers] More creatures?

Afraid so... [unconsciously begins to reach for his sphere.]

[is doing the same, still trying to catch sight of the things--and he finally does see them, just shadows moving in the distance for now, but getting closer]

Edited 2009-05-02 00:50 (UTC)

[the minute one of those creatures got near enough for him to see its face, he shouts the obligatory transformation phrase, once again donning the worn TARDIS blue uniform.]

Oliver, be ready!

[he's already reaching for his sphere and transforming back into his green suit, which has mysteriously repaired the tear on its arm]

Take the lead, Doctor! Let's vanquish this evil!

[gives an exaggerated nod and strikes a flashy pose!]

In the name of Time and Space, we will righteously take you down in a disabling fashion!

[strikes a pose as well] So turn from your evil ways now if you don't wish to be disabled!

[the creatures are in full view now--there is an entire group of them, rushing toward them down the hallway]

Defensive position alpha! [strikes a different pose, his hands far away from the blasters as he can keep them. turns his head towards Ollie.] Let them come! For now, we should avoid a fight as long as we can! We've got doors to check before Ganymede disappears again!

[strikes his own defensive pose, arms in front of him and hands fisted, then turns toward the Doctor as well] Strategic retreat down that hallway?

You betcha!

[after waiting a moment longer for the creatures to near, he bends his knees and shouts:] NOW!

[and then pushes himself off the ground, jumping high into the air. he does a double somersault in the air--but he still hasn't cleared the group, so he plants his foot on one of the creatures' heads and begins to run from head to head, aiming for the open hallway beyond.]

Kyah! [Oliver follows suit, but the creatures are expecting him, and the one he steps on jerks its head, causing him to slip, falling to the ground in the midst of the group of them]

[doesn't notice oliver's not behind him as he's still running across heads--

--until a group of them suddenly reach up, grabbing his feet and legs and jerk him down as they neatly part so his face can get acquainted with the ground.]

[braces with his arms, kicking into the air to knock away some of the closest ones before he pushes off his hands, jumping his way back to his feet] Let me through! I don't want to fight you!

[unfortunately, the creatures have other ideas, and Oliver hastily blocks as one throws a punch at him]

[he's too surprised to cry out; thankfully the helmet takes the brunt of the force or else his nose would've been broken. still, he can feel blood dripping from his nostrils, pooling around his chin in the helmet.

despite that, he thrashes out with his legs a moment later, twisting his body suddenly so he can get at least one foot free]

Unhand me! Oliver! Are you all right?!

Yeah! [just manages to get that out before a different creature catches him from behind, sweeping him off his feet; he hits the ground again, his head bouncing off it hard, and he draws his blaster on instinct] I won't be defeated by the likes of you!

[finally twists himself free, doing a kip-up to get back on his feet. the moment he does, the creatures around him start launching themselves at him. shouts, his voice somewhat nasally:] Great! Try to work yourself towards where we came!

Oh, get off me! [wiggles out of the creatures' grasp, landing punches and well-placed pressure point hits on them.]

Edited 2009-05-02 03:38 (UTC)

I will! [a creature jumps at him, and he narrows his eyes, aiming the blaster] I... [but as he sees it above him, he pictures the creature that turned out to be the Doctor, and he remembers his promise not to use the blaster; he can't pull the trigger]

[the creature succeeds in jumping on top of him while he hesitates, punching him in the face, and Oliver lets out a shout, trying to roll away]

[after he's taken out his circle of attackers, he has just enough breathing room to take a glance over in Oliver's direction and see him pounced on.] Ollie! [growls] You vile creatures!

[still refusing to draw his blaster, he ducks low, catching the closest creature by the waist. using its momentum against it, he tosses the creature back over his shoulder and quickly spins around to deliver a kick to its sternum before he can use that free moment to jump over a small cluster of the creatures heading toward him so he can help Oliver out.]

[the creature holds Oliver to the ground, another grabbing his legs, and a third comes up beside him, delivering a sharp kick to his left arm that causes Oliver to scream in pain; a fourth steps on the hand holding the blaster, pinning his hand]

[the one on top of him seizes the opportunity to grab Oliver by the front of the suit, pulling him up as he struggles against his attackers; it slams him hard back into the ground, his head jerking violently]

[oh, he didn't like seeing that. he wrestles out of the grasp of a creature who'd caught his arm just then and then he's leaping into action, delivering a sharp kick to the head of the creature slamming Oliver into the ground.]

Say something if you're okay! [continues to fight off the rest of Oliver's attackers, absolutely besides himself with fury]

[is still stunned from his collision with the floor, and the one at his feet has begun attacking him now, kicking and punching him to keep him immobilized--not that it's needed; he's in too much of a haze to respond to the Doctor anyway]

[the fact that he hasn't heard oliver speak worries him and as he turns to give his friend some more assistance, another creature grabs hold of his left arm.] More of you?! [tries to break free from the creatures grasp and manages to slip out of it a bit]

Will you neve--ARGH! [pain shoots up his arm and his head snaps back to see the creature still holding his hand give him what might've been a grin, but he's too busy noticing how the fingers on his hand are now bent back at awkward angles. he can't even move them without pain bringing tears to his eyes. he can't even remember the last time he'd broken a bone--much less like this!]

[in his rage, he's drawn his blaster and fires it at the creature's chest and keeps on firing until the creature collapses to the ground and stops moving. and then he turns the blaster on the one kicking Oliver.]

[the Doctor's impending attack draws the attention of the creature, and it looks up at the Doctor, then kicks Oliver again, sharply, as if daring the man to shoot]

[Oliver groans, raising his head slightly, but he's too disoriented and his arms in too much pain to do more than that]

[he's glad the helmet hides his expression from Oliver--it's bad enough he's seeing him like this. but the instant the creature attacks his friend again, he doesn't hesitate in firing at it a couple times until it too stops moving.

when that's done, he looks around quickly, wildly brandishing the blaster, but no other creatures remain. perhaps they were distracted by something else just then, but now that there aren't any more, he nearly drops the blaster, ashamed of what he's just done, but he manages to put it away before kneeling down and checking Oliver. the young man's still breathing, but the state of his injuries is another question.]

[before he tries to rouse Oliver, he takes hold of his horribly bent, broken fingers and cries out as he sets them back into their proper positions one at a time. tears burn at the corners of his eyes, but he knows there's no other choice right then.]

Ollie? [his voice is strained and tenderly touches the young man's shoulder, shaking him gently with his good hand] Come on Ollie, they're gone right now, but there's no telling when they'll be back. We have to be gone by then.

Edited 2009-05-02 06:37 (UTC)

[with the danger gone, Oliver feels the suit and helmet disappear as he no longer has the energy to keep that form. without it, his wounds become much more visible. the sleeves of his shirt are torn, revealing a left arm that is bent unnaturally. the Doctor's hasty bandage on his right arm has slipped, and it is bleeding again. his clothing still hides the state of the rest of his body]

[however, with the helmet gone, Oliver's bruised face also becomes visible, and, if the Doctor is looking closely, he is bleeding from the back of his head; he focuses his gaze on the Doctor, though his expression is bleary] Doctor? [he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly in pain] Help me up.

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