𝑫𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 ☆ The Glorious Series ｟ BOOK 2 ｠

Journey to the Centre of the TARDIS [Part 2]

Inside, Ship, Viewing room...

"What is it, some kind of escape pod?" Tricky asked as he, Gregor and Bram watched the TARDIS while it was being brought into their salvage ship by a series of pincers.

"Come on." Gregor said, motioning for Tricky and Bram to follow him out of the room.

Inside, Ship, Hold...

The TARDIS was now lying on an angle atop a pile of wires and other pieces of salvage.

Bram was holding a large sledgehammer while Gregor seemed to have some type of saw.

"Crack it open." Gregor ordered Bram, said man climbing up to the TARDIS and stomping on the door before then moving on to the sledgehammer. When that didn't work, he used the laser.

Bram glanced back at Gregor. "It's doing nothing."

"Use the thermo-charge and blast it." Gregor told him, tossing a grenade-like device at him, Bram then using it on the TARDIS.

"No! No! No! Wait..." Tricky exclaimed, running over to the TARDIS, putting a hand on it. "It's like she's alive. She's... she's suffering. I can feel it. I can feel it."

Gregor rolled his eyes. "That's just robot-rant."

"No, Gregor, he's right." Bram chimed in. "Looks like there's a broken fuel line."

"Alright. Alright, put it back. No salvage today, boys." Gregor conceded. "Open the bay doors."

Bram and Tricky then scrambled back down to the floor beside Gregor.

"Wait!" Tricky held up a hand as he spotted something before walking toward the pile of wires and waving the others over. His eyes zoomed in on three pairs of legs sticking out. "People are under that thing." He said. "The crew were still on board when we dragged her in."

"We did nothing." Gregor said as he ushered them away from the pile of wires. "If anyone asks, that ship was already busted. You got that?" He then looked to Tricky. "And you, make sure you keep your oily-mouth shut."

"It's rude to whisper." The Doctor whispered, having sneaked up behind them. "Hi. I'm the Doctor." He introduced himself, shaking Bram's hand. "And you are..." He squinted, reading the men's name-tags. "Van Baalen and... Van Baalen. Van Baalen and Van Baalen... That's going to get confusing later."

The Doctor then glanced back to see Sky helping Lucas up, both men looking pretty rattled given that they all had just been jostled about.

"They're Sky and Lucas." The Doctor pointed at them as they started making their way over before then turning back to face Gregor, Bram and Tricky.

Gregor looked around at the three men that stood before him. "We found you drifting..."

Bram nodded. "Yeah... your ship was junked-up pretty bad."

"What broke my ship was a magno-grab." The Doctor whispered to them, giving them a thin smile before holding up a remote-like device. "Found this remote in your pocket." He smiled internally at seeing them blanch. "Eh? What are the chances? Outlawed in most galaxies. This little beastie can disable whole vessels unless you have shield oscillators... Which I turned off so that Clara could fly-" His eyes widened as he glanced back at Sky and Lucas. Three people: Himself, Sky and Lucas. "Damn it!" He looked around. "Lex, known as the Glorious. Jupiter, me and the Glorious's daughter. And Clara... Where are they?" He questioned, turning back to Gregor, Bram and Tricky. "Three girls. One's about 5'11", red-headed and sassy. One's about 5'2", brunette and stubborn. And the other one's about 5'6", red-headed and kind but with an occasional temper." He then looked back at the TARDIS as Sky and Lucas did the same. "They're still on board..."