Talk with her son(Luke/open to one more person)

[jiin]

"Oh, magnificent! Yes, yes, yes, this is exactly what I was looking for, this sort of...whatever it is will serve me very well!" Jiin blurted.

"Now...I need to work alone here...." He sneered. "Give my regards to 'Jack', whoever he is."

With that, Jiin grasped the seal on his forehead. White light began to pore out in all directions. It was time for terror.

"It was puzzling me," he quipped, as the seal was half open. "a human, having exactly the sort of thing I need for my mission. No matter though." The seal was completely opened, and out through the top emerged a huge, eight foot tall monster, bearing his teeth and batting the air with his claws.

"Now run!" he snarled through the voice synthesizer on his neck.

[Sarah Jane]

When he sneered at her, she was shocked.

When the 'Tochwood Agent Jeremy Sontar' began to unzip his humanity and the light poured fourth, she was quite startled.

When the Alien emerged, expanding (even as Mr.Smith was expanding) and thrashing to horrible proportion, she was frightened.

Sarah Jane was the wobble-kneed, screaming, blood-draining-out-of-your-face sort of frightened.

In that instant, she was profoundly aware of how far away the Archetype Mark Two was from her, to the centimeter. Too far away to protect her from this. Too close to the Thing to have Mr.Smith use the containment field.

"Now run" Snarled the Alien's synthesizer at them.

Her sudden horror left her had breathless, but by sheer will, she made her lungs drag in air, hard and fast. The first thing she said was not to It, but to the girl, trying to catch her eyes for an instant. Sarah Jane pitched her voice just loud enough to be barely heard over whatever nasty noise the Thing was making.

"Run, baby." Was what came out, and she meant it.

What next she said was intended definitely for the thrashing, looming Alien. You could tell who the recipient was by the volume and how very, very angry Sarah Jane sounded. She was angry. She didn't like being made a fool of. A bloodthirsty, tech-hungry monster Alien in her Attic, indeed! Well, it wasn't the first time.

"Here!! Here is what you want!!" She shouted, bratty and demanding, taking a route to Mr.Smith as though to offer him up, and determined to stay far enough out of the thing's reach, and far enough out of range for Mr.Smith to put up the containment field, the command for such on her lips.

It would work if she could capture the Thing's attention, and keep it off the Archetype Mark 2, so very close behind It.

It would work if she could stay far enough away from It.

It wouldn't take long to find out.

[Archetype2]

The man sneered at them, a very confounding action, why was it doing that?

He started to remove his skin....his skin!?! What? Why was that even possible, she couldn't do that...not that she'd ever tried or ever would try but still...not logical. How and why did he do that?

Jeremy Sontar expanded in hight and width and changed drastically. He was now worth about...two of the redhead in estimated hight and scary-looking-as-hell.

She froze. as it snarled, ordered them to run....maybe if she was lucky she wouldn't be noticed, would be forgotten about. She wasn't that lucky though, or doubted it or not and didn't really want to take that chance.

She knew now, something she hadn't payed any attention too before that startled and frightened her...Sarah Jane was far way, so completely far away there would be no, running to her and hiding or anything.

Sarah Jane wanted her to run, but she couldn't, her mind wouldn't register the movements. But she was moving, backing away from the eight feet tall creature toward the door, she was going to run even if she wasn't telling herself too.

The Archetype Mark Two, remembered something she'd read, something about the fight or flight instinct....was she the flight or fight? or was she going to try to run because Sarah Jane said to and she couldn't do anything else.

She wasn't moving fast enough, couldn't make herself move faster. was looking at the creature still facing as she moved toward the stairs so she could turn around without having to worry about it getting her...hopefully.

The girl saw Sarah Jane move and heard her yell at it, the whole time still hung up on the fact.

Jeremy Sontar was nothing, Jeremy Sontar was a lie! Jeremy Sontar was there to do something to Mr. Smith. The man known as Jermey Sontar was an alien who would probably kill them if he got the chance! She didn't like that; she didn't like lies or men-who-were-not-men and were there to do possibly harmful things.

The redhead felt useless, she wanted to fight it, to make it go away and not come back unless it was for something peaceful like, to chat or play a game.

Mr. Smith could save them right? He was an alien computer after all so wasn't it possible? Didn't he have some kind of trick up his computery-databit-sleeve?

[jiin]

Ah, how wonderful it felt to be naked once again....right, first pay attention to the situation.

The girl looked ready to run, but the woman was...shouting at him? Of all the ungrateful impertinence! Did she realize?! No, of course she didn't. Either way, Jiin's reluctance to kill the natives was beginning to be a problem.

The girl, though...without the infernal skin suit, he could tell even more. She smelled normal enough, but...off. Unripened? In any case, she was an acceptable risk.

He noticed her attempt to run, and had to hold back a laugh. How would humans have survived, had they evolved among the predators of Raxacoricofallapatorius? He loped toward her, slamming his claw between the child and her escape.

"Now look." he began. "I did not want to do this, but I am on a very tight deadline. Get out of my way, or...." He said no more, only flexed his claw to strike.

[Archetype2]

She stared at him, unsure of what to do....the tall, tall creature in front of her. She wanted to run even more now but her exit was being blocked by the thing. She stared at his eyes, fixated on tehm and their strangeness.

She liked the look of the eyes, they weren't that frightening if you ignored what you saw in them and blanked them out and mentally put something else where the evil looks were.

His claw flexed and she tried to avoid looking at it, and was doing a pretty decent job at it. She stared at him for a moment before realizing that she was shorter then him, allot shorter then he was. Could she run? Could she duck around it and get away…probably not. “You are….on a tight schedule, so why take the time to do this?” she asked, keeping calm, keeping her face as straight as she could, she was good at that kind of thing, but her eyes always gave her away.

[Sarah Jane]

She ripped open the third drawer of the Alien Objects file. Near instantly she had the Berserker Pendant in her hand, and was thrusting her head through it's thick, bright, metal chain. It was heavy and disturbingly warm as it settled upon her.

Clyde's father had wrestled against the Berserker influence of the pendant. Sarah Jane would not. Instead of letting in that entity in to her bit by bit through use of it's persuasive power, Sarah Jane would simply invite it in. After the unfortunate incident with the two-meter-tall Praying Mantis Alien, she had practiced this once, It had not been easy to remove it then. No time to think of that, now.

She let it in. Her scream was almost a roar as the Berserker added it's voice to hers. She felt like an erupting volcano, heat and all, for those two seconds her body wracked backward, her hands still clutching the file and hair flying back. Blue, pulsing, rivulets appeared on her face as though that volcano were sending molten energy to course down the contours of her upturned face in glowing, vein-like branches.

Wrenching control of herself despite the pain, she snapped her gaze to where the Slitheen-like creature loomed over the small one. Sarah Jane's eyes had become a white so pure they almost glowed. Into her hand came Luke's baseball bat, simply defined in her Berserker's mind as the best weapon within reach.

The Berserker had rode in many a body, and had worn one like this before. It was a strong, limber body, but small and fragile compared to it's opponent. It did not matter. Battles were won with timing and leverage.

"Now look." her opponent was saying, "I did not want to do this, but I am on a very tight deadline. Get out of my way, or...." and it flexed his claw to strike.

Even as that claw rose, Sarah Jane was surging forward, body low, but arms swinging over her head in a high tight spiral, the end of which spun down, even as she did, so she caught the beast right behind the knee, going down on one knee herself as though she had become the completion of that spiral.

As wood contacted meaty lower thigh, Sarah Jane flowed to her feet, rowing up and back, bat braced hard against her hip bones. Putting a little English on it, so to speak, and spilling the beast on it's back, flinging claws far and wide away from the girl.

In that single, circular motion, she had the end of the bat under the beast's belly, and with a roar that was nearly all Berserker, and very little Sarah Jane. she leaned hard into the bat like a linebacker and tried to shove the Alien just a meter farther into the room than it had been. Whether or not this final thrust was successful, the next move Sarah Jane made was to turn herself most efficiently with the baseball bat against the flattened Alien like a rudder. Then she was rushing back to the Archetype Mark 2, calling back behind her in a voice barely recognizable,

"Mr.Smith Containment Field." Sarah Jane spun to a stop, putting her body between the girl and the Alien, watching to see if Mr.Smith could put the containment field down before the Alien could move to far from the zone, or too close to herself and the girl. That multi-colored shimmering light should appear near instantly, indicating the beast was caught. She held the bat before her with all the grace of a Samurai.

All the while, in the back of her mind, she was plotting how she would claim this planet for the Berserkers. It would be so easy with all the resources she had at hand. Why hadn't she ever thought of that before?


((OOC tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Berserker_Pendant I claim that after the trial of Sundosia, Sarah Jane decided to have K-9 go get it for her out of the inlet.))

[jiin]

"Child, you will live a happier life and sleep far more soundly if you know not the horror I hunt." Jiin mumbled in a low voice. "I only need your mum to cooperate with me and give me the machine...when she does, I'll be out of your-"

On Raxacoricofallapatorius, the hunt is taught from a very young age. It is so culturally important that even those who shall live lives of peace learn of it's rituals. In any case, one of the most important rules was this: Do not focus only upon your prey when their are other predators lurking about

Jiin had just broken this rule.

To be fair, no seasoned warrior would have expected the hurricane of motion that had erupted from the middle aged woman by the computer, but that did not excuse the level to which he had dropped his guard. He hadn't even been looking at her when she had...what exactly had she done? He wasn't even sure! In a swift blur of motion, she had sent him careening into the computer...which was causing another problem.

As he tried to rush her, his warrior instinct awakened, he struck what felt like a solid barrier. He noticed the shimmering lights around him...

"Clom, clom, clom, clom, CLOM!" He cursed at the top of his lungs. "You know what you are? Huh?" He yelled at the woman. "Ungrateful, that's what! I have traveled so far....and then...." Flustered, Jiin yelled the one question roaring in his mind.

"Who are you!?"

[Archetype2]

She heard it speak, the tall thing before her, explain what it needed before saying it would get out of her hair...and it did, rather fast. She looked at the thing as it was thrown into MR. Smith, away from her.

The Archetype Mark Two stared at Sarah Jane, at the blue vein like markings on her body, listened to her voice: It wasn't her voice, it wasn't fully Sarah Jane...it was wrong. This whole thing was wrong, people didn't glow blue, they didn't change their voices that way and they didn't attack huge freaky monster things with baseball bats.

Sarah Jane stood there, blocking her from the alien, who as far as she was concerned was still named Jeremy Sontar. Clom, what was Clom? Was he using it to substitute for a swear or something? Or was it a swear from where ever he came from.

He was trapped, so why was Sarah Jane not back to normal now? What was happening to her? "Mr. Smith, whats going on?" she asked, becoming somewhat frightened by this. "Sarah Jane...are you ok?" she asked curiously, fear in her voice. She moved, slightly back from Sarah Jane, back toward Mr. Smith. This was wrong, so so wrong.

[Sarah Jane]

"Sarah Jane as let the alien entity of the Berserker take over her body in order to get the containment field around the intruder. It will try to take over her mind as well. You will have to help her, Archetype Mark 2. She must take off that pendant. Caution, Sarah Jane Smith is very dangerous." Mr.Smith answered with all due respect, even as Sarah Jane touted in her multi-hued, growling voice.

"I am the Berserker. We can talk about what you need. In exchange, you will be the first soldier in my army! You are strong. Fast." She praised the contained being, looking it over for strengths and weaknesses. Her face felt so hot. She could hear the words coming out her own mouth, and knew it was in fact what she intended to say, but it just didn't sound right. She groaned and clutched at her head, blue light still coursing in jagged lines down her face.

"Sarah Jane...are you ok?" asked the Archetype Mark 2.

I am Sarah Jane Smith, I am Sarah Jane Smith, I am Sarah Jane Smith, part of her mind declared to the rest, clinging to that fact to remember what her true goals were. It wasn't enough.

She spun on the girl, snarling. Not meaning to snarl. This one, this one was precious and had possibilities.

"You will be my Sargent. You will help me make my Master Plan." She caught the girl by the arms, looking at her most intensely. She knew deep down that she must be frightening the girl, but whatever she tried to do, it was the Berserker driving her thoughts, and speaking through her in that frightening voice.

"I am Sarah Jane Smith! I am Sarah Jane Smith!" She proclaimed, head tossing, voice growling, she is fighting it.

When she can look at the Archetype Mark 2 again, her eyes have gone that deep hazel of a stormy sea. For this moment, her voice is nearly her own.

"I'm sorry, I had too!" her face was full of anguish. "Help me!" she cried, then broke away as she felt the Berserker surge in her again, stumbling back across the room, seeming almost as if she would fall, then she caught herself, unnaturally graceful again. Moving panther like, she moved ready to stalk her first two soldiers. Her irises had turned that brilliant white again, as though someone had carefully colored them in with White Out.

Both her subjects would need taming.

[Archetype2]

She stared, stared at the women who was Sarah Jane Smith, but also wasn't Sarah Jane Smith..the women made of two beings fighting one another. It spoke to the creature in the blueish light thing Sarah Jane had called a containment field.She said he'd be the first soldier in her army...why was she making an army.

The half Sarah Jane person whirled around and grabbed her by the arms, told he she'd be a leader in her army...she didn't want to lead an army, didn't want to lead anything right now, she just wanted to go hide in a corner somewhere and wait for this to end. She couldn't though, Mr. Smith had said she had to help Sarah Jane, get the pendent away from her.

"You're Sarah Jane Smith, you don't lead armies, you said you save the world not take it over." she said as the older women moved around the room watching her and the alien. She'd asked for help, Sarah Jane Smith had asked for help from someone she barely knew and for all intensive purposes shouldn't have fully trusted, she'd been made by the Bane and just because she wasn't sure if they were around didn't mean it was possible.

She looked at the women, pleading in her eyes as she spoke, she had to tell Sarah Jane what she'd done, she'd picked a name now. Sarah Jane had been the one to tell her to do it, to pick one just for herself, something to make her unique from everyone else...to make her someone besides the Archetype Mark Two, besides a creation of the Bane. "I picked it.." she said, voice and body shaking as she watched Sarah Jane, not taking her eyes away from her. "A...a name I mean." she explained, trying to build up the courage to face this thing that had taken Sarah Jane and was trying to lock her in her own head.

She waited for a response, not sure if what she was saying was going to work, body moving over closer to the women as she spoke.

[jiin]

Sarah Jane Smith.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

Jiin, was, however, rather turned around on what he should be focusing on. One could argue that his target was the priority, but this woman...she was clearly exhibiting some form of alien mutation, and that piqued his constant curiosity.

In any case, his first objective was finding a way out of this field. He could, perhaps, try and smash through the floor...but even if that worked, it would put him far away from the device, and he still needed it. His lack of foresight had caused him to leave the tracker with his skin-suit...which was also where his blaster was...

[Sarah Jane]

The part of her that had not surrendered herself expanded as she heard the Archetype Mark Two say she had chosen a name. From what felt like deep within the core of herself she shouted her plea, as though in hopes to use this information like a guide back into the rest of herself.

"What is your name. " Came from her lips, as she intended. What she had not intended was to grab the human girl by the throat with one well placed hand and thrust her up against the wall. Nor did she intend to bring her face in close, so close she could see the reflection on the pale girl's skin of the blue molten veins on Sarah Jane's skin. pulsing with energy as the Berserker tried to insert it's sentience and insanity more deeply within her being.

Sarah Jane was also appalled to her her own transformed voice snarling this question at the girl. The sort of sad part was, she thought she really needed to know, as though to see someone throw a life preserver to her in a rocky sea.

You're Sarah Jane Smith, you don't lead armies, you said you save the world not take it over. You're Sarah Jane Smith, you don't lead armies, you said you save the world not take it over. You're Sarah Jane Smith, you don't lead armies, you said you save the world not take it over. This is how she treaded in the darkness that surrounded her.

"No! Nooo!" Shouted Sarah Jane found herself shouting, multi-voiced. The Berserker did not want to hear it. Foolish loved ones. They always tried to help. It was so annoying. "Noo!" The Berserker thrust itself away, turning instead to the large captive Alien in the containment field.

By will alone, Sarah Jane made herself shout.
"What is your name!? What is your name?!" Though the Berserker in charge of her body had made it seem she was addressing the creature encapsulated by glowing light, Sarah had meant those words for the Archetype Mark 2. She tried to force as much humanity into her words as she could.

Mr.Smith calculated another three hours of containment for the large creature, as long as it did not prove to have unusual powers, or some sort of energy weapon on it. Though, with the size of it, if the thing pounded and pounded on the containment field, it might shorten his effectiveness to as little as an hour.

[Archetype2]

"What is your name."

Sarah Jane had heard her, that was good but it was still not fully her, the voice was not Sarah Jane's yet. She felt her body slam against the wall hard, hand gripping her throat and saw the haze of blue veins on Sarah Jane's skin as her face pressed nearer to the girl's own. She felt the air begin to leave her lungs and tried to get it back. She couldn't get it back, no matter how hard she tried it wouldn't comes back into her lungs, the lost air was lost and the remaining air was leaving.

The redhead started to spell it out loud, the name she'd picked for herself as if trying to re-solidify it in her own head "L U T E S S A" she spelled, chocking on the letters as she said them

What is your name!? What is your name!?

Sarah Jane had shouted, toward the creature. Why was she asking the creature it's name...what did she care who he was right now? She shouldn't...she wouldn't......she DIDN'T! Sarah Jane wasn't asking the alien in the containment field, she was asking her. She'd spelled the name out, letter by letter but now she would say it.

Hitting the hard wood of the attic ground as Sarah Jane's berserker controlled body released her she coughed several times, breathing unsteadily she chocked out "Lutessa, my name....is Lutessa!" she declared as best she could.

"You are Sarah Jane Smith, I am Lutessa, and you and Luke saved me from being alone. I was alone and now I'm not." she explained, eyes welling up with tears as she tried to stop them from coming. She wasn't just the Archetype Mark Two, created by the Bane anymore...she was Lutessa, her own person and Sarah Jane had made that possible for her.

[jiin]

And suddenly, it hit Jiin like a storm....he new whom he faced. He remembered an interrogation...one of the Slitheen family they had captured....and that name.

If this was indeed the Sarah Jane Smith that he had been told of, the bloody handed defender of earth-a persona and description that made a lot of sense in her current state-than he may have bitten off more than he could chew.

Never one to give up, however, he decided that discretion was the better part of valor, and started searching the floor for a weak position.

Oh, if he had been told any of this at the briefing....

[Sarah Jane]

I can save the world, she thought, if it is all mine, I will save it! It will be mine!
See this fine beast captured before you? Excellent soldier material!

She was about to tell the controlling computer entity to free the Alien before her when she was interrupted.

"Lutessa, my name....is Lutessa! You are Sarah Jane Smith, I am Lutessa, and you and Luke saved me from being alone. I was alone and now I'm not."

The girl's voice came to her, desperate and clear.

It was Luke's name that cracked a fissure for her in her thoughts, that she might devide her own thoughts from the Berserker's, so strong was her reaction.

At first thought of her son, she was imagining what an excellent Sargent he would be, what an effective tool in overcoming this world. What an excellent killing machine Luke could be if only she were to train him as such.

Train Luke to kill. No. That is when she knew which thoughts were her own, and which thoughts belonged to the Berserker, though all her ideas had seemed fairly reasonable up to now.

I am Sarah Jane Smith I said I'd save the world. I am Sarah Jane Smith, I said I'd save the world. I am Sarah Jane Smith, I said I'd save the world, not take it over. She anchored herself in these words Lutessa had given her.

Lutessa.
Lutessa who had come to her with no where else to go. Lutessa, made much from Sarah's own DNA. Lutessa, strange and fairy bright and moonless night. The Archetype Mark 2 had chosen a name. She remembered the plan she had made for the day the girl chose a name. She was going to buy a birthday cake with the girl's chosen name on top, written in icing. She would declare this Lutessa's birthday. Her birthday. The day she decided she owned herself.

Sarah Jane half collapsed down on one knee as she tried to force her Self back into her body. Hands splayed against the rag wool rug. Her head bent, hair falling across her face where she crouched at the edge of the glowing containment field.

"I am Sarah Jane Smith! And I own my SELF. This is MY self. This body is MINE!" she insisted, voice still eerily composite.

Inside her mind, the wrongness of the Berserker became so suddenly clear to her like huge overgrown weeds in the English garden of her soul. She was tearing out wrong thoughts and flinging them from herself. Anything thought that included owning or using her son Luke. Anything that included possessing any of her young friends, anything that made her want to "use" the world or the human race, she rejected with every fiber of her being.

She could hear someone growling and moaning, Sarah Jane was pretty certain it was herself.

Her hands were tearing futile at the rug and her own hair in reflection of her inner struggles. In the brief flashes one could see of her face, those glowing veins were dimming, receding. Her voice was becoming more her own.