"What do you want, Ella?"
"Earlier, you said you don't have someone.
Let me be your someone ...
Besides without Ro and I, you'd be dead."
In which a semi smart, kind of sassy woman travels with a stranger through time and space.
Contains strong lang...
Also I decided to post these until my editor gets around to you know editing lol
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"Listen to this," the group heard Mickeys voice over the intercom, he held his phone up to the tv in his apartment.
"Our inspectors have searched the skies above our heads, and they have found massive weapons of destruction capable of being deployed within forty-five seconds."
"What," the Doctor whispered as he listened to the televised words of Mr. Green, the acting Prime Minister.
"Our technicians can baffle the alien probes but not for long. We are facing extinction unless we strike first. The United Kingdom stands directly beneath the belly of the mothership. I beg of the United Nations pass an emergency resolution. Give us the access codes. A nuclear strike at theheart of the beast is our only chance of survival ...because from this moment on it is my solemn duty to inform you planet Earth is at war."
After the words were spoken the Doctor walked towards the main door and opened the single metal shutter, "so, you get the codes and release the missiles, but not into space because there's nothing there. Instead, you attack every other country on Earth, they retaliate, fight back. World War Three and the whole planet gets nuked."
"And we can sit through it safe in our spaceship waiting in the Thames. Not crashed, just parked. Only two minutes away." The Slitheen, who was back in her blonde skin suit, smiled menacingly.
"But you'll destroy the planet, this beautiful place, what for?" Harriet was clutching the emergency protocols to her chest.
"It's for profit, isn't it?" Ella held eye contact with the blonde skin suit, "you destroy the planet and sell its parts, all at the cost of billions of lives."
"That's what the message beaming out into space is, an advert." The Doctor ground out in a voice that was indifferent, but Ella could hear the quiet simmering anger.
"The sale of the century, we reduce the earth to molten slag and sell it piece by piece. Radioactive chucks, capable of powering every cut price star liner and budget cargo ship. There is a recession out there, young one. People are buying cheap; this rock becomes raw fuel." To further creep Ella out, the blonde one extended her arm and played with the ends of her hair.
"I'll give you a choice, leave this planet ... or I'll stop you." The Doctor's expression visibly darkened as the Slitheen laughed at his warning.
"What, you? Trapped in your box?" A slow evil smirk spread across the woman's face, clearly not knowing who she was messing with.
"Yes. Me."
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