Big Ben Strikes The Eleventh Hour (Wholock)

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"And that's why you have to free O.C.T.A.V.I.A," the Doctor finished, nodding in satisfaction. Across from him, Aabdar Nahas unfolded from his position and stood up, nodding his agreement.

He was completely dressed in white, and was wearing a blindfold, like his Secretary. However, unlike his Secretary, instead of light purple, he was dark purple and had a strong build.

 When the Doctor and his crew first came in, they were squinting from the complete brightness of the room, and, noticing it,  Nahas put blindfolds over the windows while apologizing profoundly. The Doctor waved the mans apologies away and Amy started to introduced everybody. Nahas listened to them all closely, and then introduced himself as the head of Technology for his planet,  Grahi , and had a helping hand in making and maintaining O.C.T.A.V.I.A.

After introductions, Nahas had started to offer his visitors seats, but the Doctor impatient, started on his O.C.T.A.V.I.A spiel. At first a little taken aback, Nahas soon settled into a comfortable position, and listened to what the Doctor had to say.

And that's where we are now.

"I see your reasoning, Doctor," Nahas told him.  Everybody except the Doctor looked surprised.

"You believe him?" Amy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course," Nahas smiled. "The Doctors name-."

Amy snorted, and tried covering up with a fit of coughing.

"Is well known," Nahas continued, ignoring Amy and stopping at a cabinet. "And I see no reason for you all to lie."

'Really?' Rory questioned.

As if he heard him, Nahas explained: "Our security is too well known for anyone to try to lie to us."

"Huh," Rory intelligently replied.

"Yes," Nahas continued. "Ah, here we are."

He brought out a folder (also gold) and sat down again in front of his visitors. 

"Now," he told them. "To take any action at all for O.C.T.A.V.I.A you first have to get at least three out of five signatures."

He took out a single piece of silver paper and showed it to his audience. It had a lot of small fancy writing in a couple different languages, and underneath had five black lines.

"When the Queen Cluster decided to make a A.I to hold almost all our information and share it with the universe, we never dreamed it would become self-aware," Nahas told them. "However, we did know it would cause a lot of problems with people. So we designed a way to deal with people's concerns. However, believing in our own brilliance, we failed to make it very efficient. Such goes the road of pride, I assume."

Nahas sighed, and with a sinking feeling the crowd realized their goal might not be as easy as they had previously assumed.

"Who's we?" John interjected, and Nahas gave him a confused look.

"I thought you would have-," Nahas started.

"He knows, he knows," Sherlock hissed, glaring at John. "We all do."

"Yes, three out of five signatures, got it," the Doctor agreed, jumping forward with Sherlock. "We'll get them."

"Yes, easily," Sherlock agreed. He and the Doctor stood up, and, with a small scramble, the rest followed.

"I wish you all the best of luck," Nahas told them, writing something on the paper. "Just get those signatures, and then go to the Central. The rest of us will follow to decide what to do with O.C.T.A.V.I.A. With all your testaments though I think it'll be easy to convince the others."

Satisfied, Nahas lifted his gold quill and handed the silver paper to Amy. He had wrote some strange symbols on the second blank space. Amy stared at them for a second, and the symbols soon rearranged themselves to spell out: 'Aabdar Nahas'.

"Here you go," he told them. "Again, good luck."

"Thank you," the Doctor replied sincerely. "We'll get those signatures, I promise."

And without another world, the Doctor and his crew left.