On high alert, there's efforts to light up areas of the base with all the lanterns and lights they're able to find on hand, meanwhile, guards secured the living quarters as petrified scientists hide in their rooms. They're instructed to disregard any voices outside the doors, that they'll know it's one of the officers when they hear the code word: Rose.
Under orders, nobody's allowed to use it unless otherwise, hoping it prevented the Plague Doctor from mimicking it, and tricking them into opening the doors.
The inaudible code's a mere touch on the forearm, using only three fingers: index, middle, and ring finger. Left hand. This is what they're using to speak with each other without having the Plague Doctor mimic them. It won't risk touching them unless given the opportunity, which they're lowering with every corner of the base with some variant of bright light, hoping to corral the Plague Doctor somewhere they can trap it.
Lieutenant Commander Hoyts didn't hesitate to lash out against Commander Ryan for the Plague Doctor escaping, in his mind, if only Commander Ryan simply euthanized it while it was in the coma, none of this would've happened.
Now, it's somewhere in the base and nobody knows where, the power out, and no way for anybody to leave and get it back on while the storm continues raging outside.
"If you only listened to me!" Lieutenant Commander Hoyts lambasted Commander Ryan as he's seething at the situation, they're in, no way to contact for help, no way for them to find the Plague Doctor. He stopped briefly and asked, "How many have to die before you realize the error of your way, commander?"
He didn't understand why Commander Ryan fervently wanted to keep the Plague Doctor alive and accused him of incompetency. Ranting, the lieutenant commander insisted that they open fire on the Plague Doctor the moment they see it, damn the supposed consequences frightening Commander Ryan. They're trapped with a dangerous being that has already claimed the lives of five personnel, it's not worth trying to drug it again.
"You think opening fire in an unlit hallway's any better?" Commander Ryan fired back as the lieutenant commander paced back and forth.
Shaking his head agitatedly, Lieutenant Commander Hoyts took off his cap and rubbed away the sweat stuck to his face as he put it back on again, before he retorted, "Certainly better than keeping it alive!"
They bickered back and forth until Captain Montoya snapped at them to stand down and they did, she told them that they'll deal with the Plague Doctor by corralling it somewhere it can't escape and then, they'll execute it.
"He's right, commander, it killed five of our men. I can't overlook it. We must kill it. You can't hope to drug it again, it's proven that it can withstand enough tranquilizers that would've killed a normal man. I'm sorry, Jeffrey," Captain Montoya tells Commander Ryan that she can't order them to apprehend the Plague Doctor again, it's too dangerous, and it already woke up once. It'll wake up again, at a later point, and by the time they're done, they'd used up their resources or inevitably killed it via overdosing from using one too many tranquilizers. Lieutenant commander, you have my permission. Kill on sight."
Standing before them, the commander's unable to say anything, he knew that the captain wouldn't allow him to recapture the Plague Doctor. No amount of talking would've changed her mind. Not even the Doctor.
He watched in solemn silence as Lieutenant Commander Hoyts and Captain Montoya went to coordinate the attack, leaving him in the reddened room.
Chewing on his bottom lip, he frantically searched for a way to get ahead of them, stop the Plague Doctor before it kills again, without having to kill it.
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The Bizarre Adventures of Doctor Who
FanficIt's never easy stepping into the shoes of the Doctor-more when you're his son-and so, begins the tale of Theodore Levy Smith. The son of the Doctor. Or specifically, his second son. His father's the progenitor of the title and it'd seem that the ti...
