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Nov 18, 2019 12:46 AM
Clara frees a slave camp
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She parks her ship just above the Venusian clouds.

The coordinates are set. Her mission objective is clear: liberation, revolution, emancipation.

It's not exactly a hard moral question.

It's the first time she'll be working alone, though, and the situation has given her pause.

She waits, and plans, and works up the resolve to step in.

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And there is a knock on the door. 

 

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She doesn't usually get visitors when she hasn't landed on a planet.

She pockets the sonic, and gets behind the counter.

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The door unlocks.

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A man steps inside.

He looks around.

"And I thought the Doctor's decor was tacky. I don't suppose you actually sell coffee? I've been trying to track you down for weeks and your inability to sit still does not make for a good night's sleep."

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The waitress pours him a cup of coffee. 

"I didn't exactly choose it. Chameleon circuits, you know how it is."

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"That's why you look like this? Don't tell me you learned from him? You did, didn't you? He couldn't fix a a can opener if I disassembled it in front of him."

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"I'm sure I don't know who you mean. Coffee?"

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"Please."

He takes the offered cup.

"Seriously, he's been stuck as that bright blue eyesore for how long now? A dozen regenerations? You'd think he'd at least look at the manual, but no."

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"I can't say he talked to me much about this ship, and I'd rather not talk about him. I was about to leave port, are you undocking or joining me?"

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"I'll join you. Let me fix your chameleon circuit."

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"Do you mind if I rescue a prison colony while we're there?"

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"Depends, which prison colony?"

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"The entire population of this planet. Native species, the Macra, are being used as slave labor by some human colonists."

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"I'm hoping I do it peacefully. No, that's not the word."

She slips through the door to the back of the diner, continuing to speak.

"Without killing anyone, but it won't be very peaceful."

Rummage, rummage.

The sound of her operating switches.

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"Revolutions never are."

The Master picks up his mug and follows her.

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Well, then he gets a look at the TARDIS proper. The adjoining room is the control room, which is familiar, if old-fashioned.

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"I see that your skill set does not include interior design."

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"She hardly designed it for you. It's for me." 

The machine whirs and hums as they began to take off.

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"Oh come on. I know what the default looks like."

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"Have you ever been inside a TARDIS? This isn't default, this is retro. Call it nostalgia."

She fiddles with the controls a bit, the screen blinking on.

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"Never. I walked here."

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"How should I know! Lots of folks can survive vacuum. They call me Clara."

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"I'm the Master."

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She pauses briefly, then continues.

"He didn't talk about you a lot, but I heard a few things."

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