"It's just astonishing. Miraculous. It must be two miles wide. How a vessel like that can move through the air..." Frayling said.
"Above the air, Lieutenant Commander. Through the most mysterious of cosmic spheres." Tamworth explained.
"Outer space?" Frayling asked, confusion in his voice.
"The evidence is laid out before you, Mister Frayling. Best to just accept it, don't you think?" The Doctor asked him.
"But where has it come from, Doctor, Celestia? The moon?" Charley asked.
"A bit further afield than that, I expect." The Celestia told her.
"But why don't you ask your new friend?" The Doctor inquired.
"Yes, Miss Pollard. I'd like that. Go on, go on." Tamworth urged her.
"Er, is it true? Have you really come from outer space? From Mars or Venus?" Charley asked the alien. It spoke, naming itself.
"Charley, it is true. I am Engineer Prime of The Triskele. We have travelled from places further than you have words for." The alien explained.
"You seem better, Engineer Prime. Why is that?" Celestia asked.
"Contact. I feel the Triskele within me once again." Engineer Prime said.
"And what do you suppose that means, Doctor Schmidt?" Tamworth asked The Doctor.
"You know, don't you? It's like Charley said earlier. She could feel the Engineer's thoughts." The Doctor said.
"These Triskele are telepathic." Celestia finished off for him.
"I cannot feel you, Doctor, Celestia." Engineer Prime said. "These others too are all but closed to me. There are some, though. Charley. Zelda Madame."
"Who?" Charley asked, not recognizing the name.
"Tamworth, I protest. This is classified information not to be shared with enemy agents." Rathbone protested.
"Rathbone, these people approved their use." Tamworth laughed.
"That's true, isn't it? Besides which, Rathbone, I hardly think you're in a position to get all high and mighty about a couple of captured spies. A bit pot calling the kettle black isn't it?" The Doctor joked.
"I think, Rathbone, the Doctor here has let the cat out of the bag." Tamworth laughed.
"I work for British Intelligence, yes. It has been my duty to ensure the security of this creature en route." Rathbone defended himself.
"Well, Rathbone, we're here now, so your responsibilities are at an end." Celestia said.
"Give yourself a pat on the back for a job well done. Well, nearly well done. Sit back, and have a nice cup of tea. I'm sure the Chief Steward will" The Doctor said but he was interrupted by Charley.
"Shush! Doctor, look. It's like she's hearing something." Charley said.
"Tamworth Lord. This vessel may proceed." Engineer Prime said.
"Capital. Er, how, exactly?" Tamworth questioned.
"Forward. The hull of the Triskele will be insubstantial as you pass." Engineer Prime explained.
"Fascinating." He said, then he turns to Weeks: "Chief Steward Weeks?"
"Sir." Weeks replied.
As they speak, The Doctor found this a good chance to ask Celestia the questions he wanted to ask for a while:
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Fixing The Problems
FanfictionCelestia is a Time Lady from Gallifrey who is the best friend of The Doctor. She met him when they joined Time Lord Academy. They immediately got along and became best friends. She is also coming from a family of, what some people might call, "witch...
