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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 1, 2011 17:12:49 GMT -5
Sebastian Bishop pushed open the door to the creaky old house. A few wooden boards barred his way, but he easily snapped the creaky things in half. There was a small sign planted near the gate.
Don't touch the Angels- Sally Sparrow
He frowned. Sally Sparrow? That girl who ran the video shop in town with her boyfriend? Everyone knew she was a nut. Always talking about statues and Angels.
He smirked, and kicked at the sign. He pulled at his coat, shivering in the cold December air. He continued down the small path to the house. He shoved open the door to find that some insane nut had blocked it from the inside. Sebastian glanced around at the creaky old house.
His buddy, Harry had dared him to come here and stay the night. He'd accepted. Easy thirty bucks. Still, the house sent shivers down his spine. Sebastian struck up conversation with himself. "I mean, who even listens to that cuckoo Sparrow? Heh. Cuckoo Sparrow."
Sebastian glanced around. He noticed writing on a wall past an old, dusty chandelier.
Beware the Weeping Angels. Duck. Duck now. Duck now, Sally Sparrow. -The Doctor
Heh. Sally Sparrow. Her again. And who was this 'Doctor' guy? Probably her imaginary friend. He gazed at it for a few more seconds, then walked off.
Sebastian stepped into an empty hallway. He noticed an old, boarded up basement. People don't board up things that aren't valuable. reasoned Sebastian. He kicked down the door and stepped into the basement.
A ring of statues-Angels statues- were arranged in the middle of the room.
"Hmph. So this is what that crybaby Sparrow was afraid of?"
Suddenly, a thought sprung into Sebastian's mind. What if he took one of these statues and had the guys tow it to Sparrow's house? That would freak the little nut for sure. Sebastian smiled. He grasped the statue closest to him, pulled it out of the circle and then- it wasn't a statue anymore.
"AGHH!"
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The United States of America, Utah, July 4, 1962
Sebastian woke up on cold, hard steel.
"Uhh."
The teen picked himself up, stumbling slightly. "Wuh-where am I..?" He stood in the middle of a crowded convenience store. A small American flag stuck out of a jar with thirty others. He frowned.
Staggering over to a young woman reading a magazine, he gasped for air. "Wh-where am I? Cause those are American flags but..but we're British. We are in England, right? "
"No. We're in America. 1962, you drunk creep."
"N-no...but..."
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Earth, Present Day
Free. After five long years, the Weeping Angels were free.
The group split up, finding different ways outside the house, making sure to stay out of each others line of sight. They followed the basically empty road to town, stopping only sending a farmer to WWI.
Free
They reached the town, where they temporally displaced a few teenagers. Within hours, the lighting grid was out. Within a day-the town. Some dared to look into the eyes of an Angel, and became themselves an Angel. Some lost their vocal cords.
But there was one being the wanted to find, one whom they would fling to the end of the universe, to destroy, to crush.
The Doctor
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Post by Oracle on Aug 3, 2011 3:17:49 GMT -5
How could people just disappear like that, it didn’t make any sense. So of course that sent up a come find out sign to Oracle stuff like that was just to good to pass up, so she had stolen a car to get there.
She knew there where other ways she could of gotten there the manipulator being one of them and probably would have been faster but she felt the need to practice and keep the art fresh in her mind.
Keeping to the back roads since the car was stolen she kept getting lost “…shoot” she slapped the sterling wheel and pulled off to the side of the road reaching over and grabbing the road map she had found in the dashboard.
“Ok if I’m here then...” she ran her finger up the line of the road she was on till she found the town “Then the town should be here” she let out sigh and put down the map then put the car in drive and continued up the road towards the town.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 3, 2011 21:45:04 GMT -5
Unit Headquarters, The Valiant, Level 4, Area 9-B
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A young man in a solid black uniform marched down a hallway, his boots thumping on the ground. There were one or two badges on his chest, and they shook with every step he took. The dimly-lit hallway lights shone off his ivory skin. He pushed through a door marked Level Eight clearance only. He stepped out into a large room filled with hundreds of thousands of computers.
UNIT soldiers stood guard by each exit. Hundreds of workers typed away at the computers. In the front of the room, there was a large map that showed a three-dimensional view of the world. There were hundreds of flashing red dots on the map, representing alien incursions. Little green dots represented UNIT forces en route to 'terminate' them.
The soldier, one Captain Roy Bergson, gazed at the screen for a moment, then marched down a set of stairs, his black boots making loud thumps that sounded through the room. He walked past a row of computers, stopping at the front of the room, next to a large man with brown hair. Medals adorned the man's chest.
"Delta One, we've spotted seven Hell's Angels* on the European continent. We've deployed an advance squad to terminate them."
The general nodded. "Any sign of The Doctor or Torchwood?"
"None that we know of."
"Good. You may leave, Delta five."
(*Hell's Angels. UNIT's classification of the Angels.)
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 3, 2011 22:18:26 GMT -5
Unit Headquarters, The Valiant, Level 4, Area 9-B
There was the distinctive whirring, grinding sound of a TARDIS, emanating from somewhere within the computer-filled room. The guards and the technicians looked around, curiously, expecting to see a large blue box materialize at any moment.
The sound died away. No box appeared. Nothing had changed.
And then, one of the server cabinets opened of its own accord and an auburn-haired man in a grey suit stepped out. Tucking his cane under his arm, he carefully closed the cabinet door, then turned to address the room. All eyes - and most weapons - were trained on him.
"Gentlemen," he said with a smile, holding his hands up in mock surrender, "Gentlemen. We've been through this before. In London, a few years ago. Contact Captain Magambo, she'll tell you who I am."
Seemingly unconcerned by the guns, he leaned against his cane. "I'm the Meddler. I've worked with UNIT at the ARC, and I've got some ill-defined relationship with the United States' Office of Extraterrestrial Intelligence. And if that -" he pointed at the map with the silver tip of his cane "is at all what I think it is, and I know it is, then you've got far more uses for the finest Temporal Engineer in the Spiral Politic than target practice."
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Post by Oracle on Aug 3, 2011 22:23:10 GMT -5
She pulled off to the side of the road again, holding the map in her teeth and looking out through the front window “If this is the wrong town I swear to god.” still having the map in her mouth it kind of just came out sounding like a bunch of grumbles.
Turning off the car and tossing the keys into the passenger seat, someone would find the car eventually. Opening the door and stepping out she stuck the top half of her body back in the car and grabbing an old messenger bag, she opened the flap and checked the contents. Couple of sticks of TNT, lighter, and some candles and a short of short metal rod she liked to use as a something heavy to whack someone with “Never know when you could need them.”
Pulling the rod out of her bag and flipping the rod in her hand she started walking the rest of the way to the town, listening very carefully as she went. “People don’t just up and completely disappear.”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 3, 2011 22:31:48 GMT -5
She memorized the map on the way as she always did, there even being a much used piece of tape that lived on the dashboard of her mint green mini metro. Mr.Smith gave her endless print outs and saved her from the days she'd used to run so blindly into trouble.
Finding the heart of the disturbances, she parked, put on a very dark pair of shades, slung a bag over her shoulder and began to walk these backstreets. These places of warehouses and railroad tracks. Green strips that were not manicured, but left to grow thick with weeds and brambles.
She came on, Sonic in hand, open, ready and fully charged. She saw the old concrete water channel that was big enough to carry a small river, but now stood broken surfaced and choked with weeds and trash below her. She scrambled down the slope, glad of her gloves this back way into the the underground track trolley should give her the opportunity for her to see the Angel before it saw her.
Coming around the bend, she found not an abandoned entrance, but an entire Unit of Unit. It was too late to pocket her Sonic now, already one of the lads was jogging over to her.
"Sorry I'm late, there was traffic on the bridge." She said to him, smiling at his confusion. He'd been eying her Sonic the last two meters, and now frowned at it, bringing his weapon more perfectly to point on her.
"You better put that down, M'arm."
" 'M'arm' my @&&." She said with a frown, even as she sank with an easy grace to place it on concrete, and rising in a single fluid motion, her eyes never leaving his. "I'm not past my pull date yet."
She put her arms up in the air.
"So Unit has come for the wayward Angels as well?"
"Lady, I don' t know what you're talking about." He said, looking uncomfortable because he knew exactly what she was talking about.
In the end, he wasn't certain how he'd lost the argument, but next thing you knew, he was sending the small woman with an escort down into the tunnels.
He pulled out his phone and called Delta 5, uncertain of how he was going to explain this, though it still felt like the right choice. His mates were in there, and it was sounding like a very good idea to have this 'Sarah Jane Smith' down there with them.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 3, 2011 23:00:36 GMT -5
Unit Headquarters, The Valiant, Level 4, Area 9-B
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"What? You sent an innocent civilian down there with them?" The captain, better known as Delta 5, quivered with rage. "You-"
He was cut off by the humming of the TARDIS. As the Meddler stepped out of the cabinet, he spoke into his phone. "Orion 1, I'm going to have to call you back..."
The captain put his phone away, and grasped his gun, edging back towards Delta 1. No.1 rule of UNIT: Protect the General. He pointed his gun at the man.
"I'm the Meddler. I've worked with UNIT at the ARC, and I've got some ill-defined relationship with the United States' Office of Extraterrestrial Intelligence. And if that is at all what I think it is, and I know it is, then you've got far more uses for the finest Temporal Engineer in the Spiral Politic than target practice."
Delta 5 squinted. "You're File 56?" File 56 was one of UNIT's most protected secrets, right up there with the DOCTOR File. He lowered the gun slowly. After a minute or two, he motioned to his men, who lowered their weapons.
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Orion 23 grunted as he stumbled slightly. He looked ahead of him. That mysterious woman was already far ahead of them. He glanced sideways. His squad partners, Orion 15 and Orion 30 were making good pace, but none of them could keep up with this 'Sarah Jane Smith'
What had Tony (Orion 1) been thinking? This civilian could endanger the whole mission, and herself. Albert sighed. He didn't like thinking of himself as Orion 23. It gave him the chills, how they all had numbers.
"Hey lady, wait up!!"
He started running faster, deeper and deeper into the empty tunnels.
That was exactly what the Angels wanted.
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Post by The Second Doctor on Aug 3, 2011 23:36:46 GMT -5
Unit Headquarters, The Valiant, Level 4, Area 9-B
A slight wurring sound fill the room, and a dragged-out moan of an engine. But not one of earth of course. A closet appeared, and as the door slid open and a seemingly young man stepped out, a darker aura invisibly cloaked it all. The ominous man had a wise and aged look on his face, despite appearing the picture of youth.
The obvious confidence matched the other who had just walked in, and in fact was very similar to him.
"Second best," he said, smirking.
Speaking of, he didn't recognize this man. He showed up as a Timelord, which wasn't all that amazing. What was amazing, was what else showed up.
"Angels. If you've encountered them, which I guess you have, you know that."
He looked up and realized all guns were now on him.
"You're not getting anywhere with that." he commented, whipping out his sonic screwdriver.
Their guns were first-class, with even tazors when in close combat. If he could set those off...
"Last one to put away their gun is fried."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 3, 2011 23:40:14 GMT -5
She did hear him. Not his words, but the fear in his voice. The plaintiveness of it stopped her in her tracks. She'd lost one and the other two were scrambling to catch up. Well, they'd brought tiny little flashlights. She supposed it was because their guns were too big.
She unceremoniously pressed her bag into the hands of Orion 15 (though she did not know his designation) who held it while she pulled out a big, sturdy bright Magnalight. This, she handed to Orion 30 (also an unknown, but a fresh faced young man).
"Take this. Go get that other bloke back on track, will you?" She asked of 30 "Don't forget, they'll sneak up on you. Go back to back if you run into trouble." She punched him hard in the arm padding with a grin. "And don't blink." She took back her bag from Orion 15, and now went beside him as they went closer and closer to the inhabited parts of the tunnels, now staying beside the man and shining a light for them both.
Sarah began to run again as she saw the light and disaster ahead, a trolley load of people, milling uncertainly, People screaming. Blurs of motion. Amid the still horror of the deadly Angels right in the middle of it. Her soldier snatched her up around the waist and dragged her behind a column.
"We're going in." He whispered harshly in her ear. "But first take a few seconds just to look, okay?"
And she did, the pair of them huddled there together, peering into the light.
In horror, as she observed, and as her soldier pointed out groupings and danger zones, whispering almost to himself, she simply wondered if this is what it had looked like when God had sent Angels to reign in Hell.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 3, 2011 23:43:21 GMT -5
She thought she heard voices so she headed towards where she thought they where quietly. “Ok soldiers...heh” guess her hunch on coming here was right.
Getting in that tunnel that was going to be tricky, she crouched behind something chewing on her finger for a second “tricky, tricky, tricky.” to go in full force or to sneak past and hope for the best well she didn’t want to hurt the poor guys.
She sighed and made a small ball of electricity in her hand thinking a slight distraction would be good she tossed it in a way that would cause it to bounce in sight and make a nice pop, then like a blur she ran making her way into the tunnel.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Aug 4, 2011 16:17:42 GMT -5
It was a deadly game of "Red light Green light", and the Trolley passengers did not know the rules. Sarah was doing her best to take in the whole scene with her gaze, wanting to put a complete halt to the carnage, but could not from this angle and caught up in the soldier's protective arms.
It might appear that Sarah could see nothing at all, still wearing her dark glasses even in the half-lit tunnels. What she really had on was a very exquisite pair of day/night/sight glasses. She was uncertain who the were from, they had simply arrived in her mailbox on her sixtieth birthday, and she suspected they were made in Earth's future.
"Let me go." She insisted to Orion 30, craning around to meet him face to face and yanking down her own shades impatiently.
Sarah Jane Smith had taped her eyes open quite firmly with broad strokes of white medical tape. It was horrific. Tender flesh was pulled wide and stuck into place, a tangle of bent lashes and folded skin. The places where the skin from inside her lids showed looked downright raw. Her eyes themselves were painfully bloodshot and dry already.
It was brilliant. He released her and she sprang away from him. She dropped her shades back into place and tossed something at him. It was a roll of tape.
"Try that, it will work better than your gun."
She started running toward the Trolley Platform.
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Post by The 11th Doctor on Aug 4, 2011 18:35:11 GMT -5
The Angel observed quietly. It's leader-of sorts- had sent it into the tunnels to search for any survivors, and to kill the ones that were alive. Two human UNIT officers trudged down the tunnel. One spoke to his friend, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Man, I think all this 'Angel' stuff is a sack of bull. I mean, really, moving-"
The soldier stopped, hushed by his friend. "What? What is it, man?" The other soldier pointed, ever so slowly, at the Angel. "It's one of them. Call Tony." His friend looked at the Angel, then at him.
"What? Oh, come off it. That's not an alien, it's a stat-"
As soon as the UNIT soldier turned away to scoff, the Angel lunged forward.
"NOOOOOO!!!"
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 4, 2011 20:23:20 GMT -5
Delta 5 squinted. "You're File 56?" File 56 was one of UNIT's most protected secrets, right up there with the DOCTOR File. He lowered the gun slowly. After a minute or two, he motioned to his men, who lowered their weapons.
"Yeah, sure," the Meddler agreed readily, privately wondering what a "file 56" was. "That's me. Check with Captain Magambo if you want."
And then he heard the groaning roar of another TARDIS. A few seconds later, another Time Lord emerged from a closet that hadn't been there before. The guns came back up.
"Hey, Alec," he said. Then he sighed as Alec produced a sonic screwdriver, and began his standard 'acerbic sarcasm' routine. He grabbed Alec's wrist. "Put that away," he hissed, "before someone mistakes you for a general contractor." Then he looked over his shoulder at the UNIT guards. "And put those away! Honestly, I don't know how you people are going to ever manage peaceful first contact with anything!"
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Post by The Second Doctor on Aug 4, 2011 20:39:41 GMT -5
"Hey, Alec," said the other Timelord.
Alec frowned. How did this man know his name.
"What? How do you know my-"
The man grabbed his arm. Alec pulled away from him.
"I believe we're all adults here, keep your hands to yourself."
Why this man knew him was beyond him, but he didn't give a heck.
"Care to explain how you know my name?" he asked.
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Post by Oracle on Aug 4, 2011 20:49:48 GMT -5
Oracle skidded to a stop, tossing some small pebbles around; Looking up at the trolley train “ohhh that’s new.”
She stepped back into the darkness trying to stay outta sight for a second. “Any body call for a human third rail?” not that she minded people knowing she was there she just didn't trust government people as far as she could throw them.
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