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Ace hums as she works, off-key as always, but that's alright. There's no one here to be tortured by it. Even Magic is at the farm just now, since this is only a quick jaunt to straighten out a few bugs with the temporal brake. Now she knows why the Doctor was always rooting around in the innards of his TARDIS - the amount of upkeep these
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The bell rings. And rings. And rings.
And then the console lights up. Mauve. Highest priority. The center column engages without preamble.
The emergency recall was engaged. Gallifrey was pulling him home.
And that damned bell was still ringing.
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Ace has decided, that when choosing between not being able to go home and at least telling folk what's going on, and that bell?
The bell is infinitely more annoying.
She can't do anything about the course, or the timing of it all, but when her TARDIS rematerializes in rank with the rest of her class, she can be two steps away from disabling the damn thing.
This may be the reason she looks a tad bit crisped when she steps out. Not that anyone seems inclined to notice, now that the full force of Gallifreyan organizational skills are focused on the threat they all knew, on some level, was coming.
As she, and the rest of her class, receives orders, she wishes for the nth time that she wasn't so short. Then maybe she could see if he was here. He would be here, right? Somewhere?
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She was hard to see on the dais above the assembled ranks, but the voice was unmistakable. Romanadvoratrelundar -- or Fred to those close to her -- was again in the headdress of the Lady President. The Doctor had heard something a couple of years ago about her having been removed from the position, but apparently she'd finagled her way back. She was good at that.
Honestly, the Doctor wasn't paying much attention to the speech once she'd outlined the general nature of the threat. Daleks. All of them, apparently, and set on an invasion course. It was a bold move for Davros, who prepared to move in the shadows. The Doctor wondered what had pushed him to such a commitment of force.
He checked back in with the speech long enough to confirm it was little more than "we few, we happy few" posturing, and then went back to his
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She prepared it a decade ago, when she first heard of the possible threat of Davros and his creations. It has been in a file ever since, the file she has never opened again until today, her luck charm against the inevitable.
Two regenerations and nearly half a lifetime ago her place would have been in the crowd, waiting for orders, not up here giving them. Perhaps up here, she can do more good.
She only hopes, with all her hearts, that she will be able to tell Ray all about it later.
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