3rd Person POV
Indubitably, this is the Bad Wolf scenario. I find the inherent laxity of the on-going multiverse." The Moxx said, glancing at his fellow aliens. "That wasn't a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don't feel like that. What do you think, Jabe? Listened to the engines. They've pitched up about thirty Hertz. That dodgy or what?" The Rebel looked at Jabe and questioned her. "It's the sound of metal. It doesn't make any sense to me." Her voice Flores through the air like music. "Where's the engine room?" The Doctor addressed her. "I don't know, but the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite, I could show you and your.... Wife." Jabe's eyes glanced at The Rebel. "She's not my wife." The Doctor shook his head, along with the Rebel, Rose watching them a bit amused. "Partner?" She tried again. "No." The Rebel snickered.
"Concubine?"
"Nope."
"Prostitute?"
"Whatever she is, it must be invisible. Do you mind? Tell you what, you three go and pollinate. I'm going to catch up with family. Quick word with Michael Jackson." Rose butted in, causing the Rebel to send her small smile, and receiving one from Rose as well.
Rose walked up to Cassandra, who was staring out a window on the other side of the room. "Don't start a fight!" The Rebel joked, yelling to Rose. The Doctor offered an arm to both of the women and with a snarky remark about him being all theirs, they set off for the engines.
"Who's in charge of Platform One? Is there a Captain or what?" The Doctor challenged Jabe. "There's just the Steward and the staff. All the rest is controlled by the metal mind." She answered, ducking as they passed a metal rod that stuck out from the maintenance duct. "You mean the computer? But who controls that?" The Rebel asked. She was ever so good at asking questions, so she always asked. Not so strong in answering them though... "The Corporation. They move Platform One from one artistic event to another." Jabe relied, a bit annoyed with all the questions being shot her way.
"But there's no one from the Corporation on board." The Doctor pointed out the obvious. "They're not needed. This facility is purely automatic. It's the height of the Alpha class. Nothing can go wrong." Jabe beamed proudly. "Unsinkable?" He asked. "If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate." Jabe stepped over another wire and pipe. "You're telling me. I was on board another ship once. They said that was unsinkable. I ended up clinging to an iceberg. It wasn't half cold. Met a nice lad there, but alas all was in vain." She joked, clutching her chest in fake pain. "So, what you're saying is, if we get in trouble there's no one to help us out?" The Doctor smirked at his friend as she glared at him for ignoring her comment.
"I'm afraid not." This comment from Jabe sent the three silent and an uneasy feeling rose in the Rebel's mind. "Fantastic." The Doctor and Rebel muttered under their breath. "I don't understand. In what way is that fantastic?"
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The Girl Who Survived (Doctor Who)
Fanfiction"Oh yeah?! What's stopping me from running away? Huh? You know. There's a reason I'm called The Rebel. It's because I don't follow rules. Especially rules given to me by some tin pepper shakers! Bye. Bye!" ••• The Rebel thought she was the last Time...
