Post by The First Doctor on Sept 8, 2011 20:56:56 GMT -5
The Meddler collapsed heavily onto the nearest bed in the Infirmary, swearing. The room was greying out, and he felt sick and dizzy. "Oi've..." he growled, "Oi've gotta put this place closer ta the console room..."
The expert systems of the Infirmary went to work. The surgical Loom clamped his leg down and began to reweave torn tissue. Specialized wormholes were opened, allowing woven blood cells and serum to flow at a steady pace into the first ventricles of his hearts.
He wasn't in anywhere near as much danger as he had looked, as he limped and staggered in to the TARDIS with his right leg soaked in blood. But the Infirmary was designed to take pleasure in providing care for the sick and injured, and it was content in its function.
Lord Castellan Apollonilisaimistiri listened incredulously to Dios' explanation. "She did what?" he asked, cold anger in his voice.
"The Specialist exercised Privilege," the guard answered. "We had no choice but to let him go."
What has he told her? Apollon raged to himself, What has that... that Abomination told her about the Deca Project?
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to be calm. "That is true," he said, "Do not blame yourself. By ancient Custom, the Keeper of the Halls has the Privilege to suspend judgements. You and your Captain acted properly."
He drummed his fingers on his desk, considering. Then he smiled, nastily. "Did you observe his TARDIS?"
'Yes, Lord Castellan."
"Put a spy ray on it. When it dematerializes, he will have - by strict interpretation of the law -left Gallifrey."
"I don't understand, my Lord."
"The Transduction Barriers will remain sealed. He will not be able to leave the Near Vortex around Gallifrey."
"Ah!" the voice held a note of dawning realization, "Then he will have..."
"Yes, said Apollon, "He will have to rematerialize to seek a way through the Barrier. And then we will have him!"
"You must wonder why I wish to have a freebirth, instead of looming?"
"My Lady!" the Captain protested, a hint of shame in his voice as he flushed, "I would never presume to judge-"
"To put it simply, looming is against my bloodline. Though I have tried before, and looming has failed me." She said as she rose to stand up and played with the device in her palm. "As it was, we will never speak of what happened in this room. If for some reason I do come to have a child in the future, protect her or hum." She stated as she walked towards the secret passage.
"As you wish, my Lady," the Captain agreed, uncomfortable and hoping the subject would shift to less scandalous subjects than freebirthed children.
"I dearly hope you did not damage my passageway too much." She said with a playful smile as she started to walk down the pathway. It was up to him if he followed her or not.
He followed. "We did our best, my Lady, but I fear that the Halls are offended by our actions. We were forced to cut a section of the wall away, to gain access to your office, and the statue that concealed access to this passage received similar treatment." He stopped speaking for a moment, signaling for the remaining guards to fall in behind them. "I shall, of course, personally supervise the repair teams. There will be no trace of the harm we have done, when we finish."
The expert systems of the Infirmary went to work. The surgical Loom clamped his leg down and began to reweave torn tissue. Specialized wormholes were opened, allowing woven blood cells and serum to flow at a steady pace into the first ventricles of his hearts.
He wasn't in anywhere near as much danger as he had looked, as he limped and staggered in to the TARDIS with his right leg soaked in blood. But the Infirmary was designed to take pleasure in providing care for the sick and injured, and it was content in its function.
Lord Castellan Apollonilisaimistiri listened incredulously to Dios' explanation. "She did what?" he asked, cold anger in his voice.
"The Specialist exercised Privilege," the guard answered. "We had no choice but to let him go."
What has he told her? Apollon raged to himself, What has that... that Abomination told her about the Deca Project?
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to be calm. "That is true," he said, "Do not blame yourself. By ancient Custom, the Keeper of the Halls has the Privilege to suspend judgements. You and your Captain acted properly."
He drummed his fingers on his desk, considering. Then he smiled, nastily. "Did you observe his TARDIS?"
'Yes, Lord Castellan."
"Put a spy ray on it. When it dematerializes, he will have - by strict interpretation of the law -left Gallifrey."
"I don't understand, my Lord."
"The Transduction Barriers will remain sealed. He will not be able to leave the Near Vortex around Gallifrey."
"Ah!" the voice held a note of dawning realization, "Then he will have..."
"Yes, said Apollon, "He will have to rematerialize to seek a way through the Barrier. And then we will have him!"
"You must wonder why I wish to have a freebirth, instead of looming?"
"My Lady!" the Captain protested, a hint of shame in his voice as he flushed, "I would never presume to judge-"
"To put it simply, looming is against my bloodline. Though I have tried before, and looming has failed me." She said as she rose to stand up and played with the device in her palm. "As it was, we will never speak of what happened in this room. If for some reason I do come to have a child in the future, protect her or hum." She stated as she walked towards the secret passage.
"As you wish, my Lady," the Captain agreed, uncomfortable and hoping the subject would shift to less scandalous subjects than freebirthed children.
"I dearly hope you did not damage my passageway too much." She said with a playful smile as she started to walk down the pathway. It was up to him if he followed her or not.
He followed. "We did our best, my Lady, but I fear that the Halls are offended by our actions. We were forced to cut a section of the wall away, to gain access to your office, and the statue that concealed access to this passage received similar treatment." He stopped speaking for a moment, signaling for the remaining guards to fall in behind them. "I shall, of course, personally supervise the repair teams. There will be no trace of the harm we have done, when we finish."
