Pavale and his lady colleague were watching the Doctor and Lynda on a monitory. "Okay, you win. The Controller's got to handle this. Archive makes a record of all transmat activities. Find out how they got on board. Archive Six. Controller, we have a problem." Pavale admitted, walking up the Controller. "Continue working." She ordered.
"We have a security problem." Pavale insisted.
"Continue working." She repeated.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. We have contestants outside of the games, but the alarms haven't gone off." Pavale continued.
"No security. The games continue." She said, oblivious to the problems that were occurring in her game system.
"But we can't just let them wander." Pavale cried.
"They are no one. They are no one." She insisted.
The woman Pavale had been talking to earlier put her hand on a door lock and the Controller stiffened in pain, letting out a small cry. "I'm sorry. I was just-" she apologized. "Archive Six is out of bounds." The Controller told her. "But I need to check the transmat log." The woman said.
"Archive Six is out of bounds. No one may enter Archive Six. Return to work. Return to work. Inform all staff, solar flares in delta point seven. Nineteen, twenty-" she started counting counting down again.
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Jack was now taking apart the Defabricator, now clothed. "Compatible systems. Just align the wave signature. Attaboy! Got myself a gun. Well, ladies, the pleasure was all mine. Which is the only thing that matters in the end." Jack smirked at the still smoldering bodies of the droid's.
Jack ran out and called the lift. He checked his wrist computer. "Two hearts, that's him.... Or her... Which floor?" Jack thought aloud. The lift dinged and he stepped inside.
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'It's all over. I'm done for. A dead woman walking. Well, good as dead anyway. No reason- No. I have a reason to make it out of here. I hav- need to get out here.' The Rebel's thoughts were interrupted by the announcer's voice. "Rebel. Elaine. You are up!" The two nervous girls stepped forward, and into the ring. The Rebel watched as Elaine got ready in a stance. The Rebel loosely put her hands in fists and stood in the stance she copied from Elaine. She breathed deeply as the ringing that started each round sounded.
She watched helplessly as Elaine came charging at her. She braced herself for the pain as Elaine's body came in contact with hers.
Pain. Ringing. Blood. Helpless. Death. The words flew fast in the Rebel's mind as she slammed into the ground. This shot her mind forward as she quickly recovered. She pushed her leg up and hit Elaine in the abdomen. She flipped over, hands clutching her back as pain shot through her from the Rebel's kick. The Rebel stood up wobbly as Elaine recovered. Elaine stared at her as she sound her first into the Rebel's jaw. The Rebel stumbled back, clutching her mouth in pain. The pain radiated from her jaw and spread to her head.
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Before the Rebel's fight took place, Lynda and the Doctor were in another pet of the game station, "Blimey! I've never seen it for real before. Not from orbit. Planet Earth." Lynda gasped. The Doctor and Lynda were staring out of a window that overlooked Earth.
"What's happened to it?"
"Well, it's always been like that Ever since I was born. See that there? That's the Great Atlantic Smog Storm. It's been going twenty years. We get newsflashes telling us when it's safe to breath outside." Lynda said
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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...
