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Summary: How do you save people that don't want to be saved?

For notes etc, please see The Prologue, or just follow the tags.

Note: Gallifreyan will be indicated by the use of « and » any other language uses "". It seemed the simplest solution.

TW: This chapter contains violence.


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Chapter 3

The Captain – and it was an interesting ethnographical detail that they had kept that title for their leader – looked to be in his fifties, and trim for his age, although his face showed signs of the hard life they were living.

He wore a uniform which, although clearly old and worn, had been looked after with great care. The Seeker wondered whether it was passed down from generation to generation.

As the Seeker had expected, the room they had been taken to was the old control room. The wide windows showed a view of unending pale blue, misty mountains in the distance - a deadly paradise that the Seeker hoped the humans would be happy to leave.

Some of the control panels were still working, and he was curious as to what they did for power. Natural resources were abundant, so in theory power shouldn’t be difficult to come by, but translating that to something usable…

On the console next to the Captain he noticed Roda’s bag, and wistfully thought of his laser – so near and yet so very far away.

However, it was important to take charge straight away, and he glared at the Captain with all the indignation of an official personnel unlawfully detained.

“Captain. I hope you will be able to explain the meaning of this. As representatives of The Shadow Proclamation my colleague and myself have never been treated in such a way-”

“The Shadow Proclamation?” the Captain asked, eyes narrowing. “I’m surprised. I thought they just sent Judoon to kill everyone they didn’t approve of. Please, tell me whom I have the pleasure of addressing.”

“I’m Rhona Dale,” Roda said, “Senior Agent and Operative.”

“And I am Alexander Saxon, Architect,” the Seeker added. “I am sure I don’t have to explain why we are deeply concerned about what has been going on here.”

A swift, dismissive smirk, gone in an instant, flashed across the Captain’s face – but the Seeker knew that for some reason the plan was already going awry.

“Concerned, you say… Yes, I believe you are. Very concerned. I’m guessing that Ms Dale is the person our drones have been trying to track for the past few weeks, turning up at all our major sites…”

“And I have more than enough evidence to incriminate you many times over,” Roda replied coldly. “Apart from the fact that this was a Level Two planet, your actions-“

“Oh shut up,” the Captain snapped. “It’s a clever little story you’ve strung together, but I know what is going on.”

Silently cursing that somehow the ruse hadn’t worked, the Seeker wasn’t ready to let go just yet.

“Do you now? I hope you don’t mind sharing your insights with us…”

Leaning back in his chair the Captain studied them, no longer bothering to hide his sneer.

“I don’t know which company you are from, but you were obviously trying to make contact with the-“ he caught himself, “-the natives. One of you tied up, to help win their trust. Believing you could foment a revolution, get a better deal working directly with those primitives, than what I would offer you.”

The Seeker kept his face impassive, even though his mind was abruptly trying to connect missing dots in order to work out what the Captain was talking about… ‘Company’ ‘better deal’ – what could these humans have to bargain with?

He cast a sharp glance at Roda. Unless… Unless the planet had some kind of precious natural resource she hadn’t mentioned to him; something the humans traded with unscrupulous mercenaries, a reason for them to stay-

Oh. His conversation with Roda in the cell, a single sentence:

«Right so - nevermind the logistics, what if they won’t go?»

Dammit.

How was he supposed to do anything if he was given incomplete or incorrect information? Stars above she was infuriating. He understood that she didn’t trust him, but now she had compromised them both…

(Then, at the edge of his awareness, a gentle mental tug. Finally. He’d felt strangely naked without backup, and it was sobering to realise how dependent he had become.)

The Captain drew breath, and the Seeker focused on him again. The mental calculations had lasted but a fraction of a second in real time, and although the initial plan was falling through, he could probably figure something else out… But it most definitely added yet more complications, and the Captain was no longer bothering to hide his disdain:

“As if you could make any kind of deal with that lot. No understanding of the value of what they have. Or money for that matter. Wouldn’t do the most basic of work if we weren’t keeping them in check. You have been on a fool’s errand, but you will not make a fool out of me.”

Grabbing the bag, he held it aloft.

“Besides which, this bag has far too many weapons and… inventive technology to belong to anyone associated with The Shadow Proclamation. Regulation all the way, that’s how the Architects like it. Just take this knife…”

He stood up, Roda’s knife in his hands.

“Well, it’s not regulation in any way shape or form, is it?”

“Hands off that,” Roda snapped, her hands curling into fists and the handcuffs tightening, as he turned to her, eyes turning frosty.

“My dear Ms Dale - if you think I escaped the Daleks and steered this ship through the void of space with such damage that it’s a miracle we even made it past the moon clusters of the ring planets, to land here, in this hellhole, witnessing men, women and children dying – killed by the land that should have been their salvation, and attacked by savages so brutal those days still haunt my nightmares… Just to see someone like you trying to destroy my people, you are very much mistaken.”

That swift smile again, a smile that struck the Seeker like a flashing danger sign, even as he adjusted his understanding yet again – ‘Captain’ was not an honorary title, the man had to have had his body clock slowed down (not uncommon for star ship pilots; he was not someone carrying on others’ work, he was the instigator…) Then he spoke again, and the reason for the smile was revealed:

“You see here, there are toxic swamps where your bodies will disintegrate so thoroughly no one will ever know you even existed…”

And before either could react, he raised the knife and stabbed Roda in the chest.



Chapter 4

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Date: 5 August 2017 08:35 pm (UTC)
enevarim: (oak-leaves)
From: [personal profile] enevarim
he doesn't have a clue as to what he's done...
– To offend one mythically-powerful Time Lord (“Why would a Time Lord be a weapon?” “Well, they’ve seen you.”) may be regarded as a misfortune, but to offend two, looks like – no, it goes way past carelessness to a hidden death wish. Quite likely to be soon granted.








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