Sarah Lyons stood with her helmet off, staring in wonder at the beautiful Monique as she carefully wiped clean the Sentinel's face. The elf, from the Pleasure Planetary Archipelago, wore a fluffy robe thingy that kind of hid her body below while somewhat hinting at it. "Now, that is much better, sweetie."
Sara frowned. "Sweetie? I will have you know I am a Sentinel, a supreme field commander of the SteelOrderhood."
Alex grinsmiled. "You may as well surrender to the treatment. Monique does it to us all, man or woman or otherwise. Even the cat gets it but she likes it as grooming done by somebody else. The Timelords endure it stoically or at least they pretend to. I don't mind it and the same can be said for Martha, Rory, Amelia and the others."
The DocTARDIS had created, adapted, a big chamber for the use of the fifty-eight power armoured figures that turned out to be a mixture of different grades of cyborg and some cyborg dogs in special armour. There were robots there from five PARs (power armour robots) like the troopers in appearance when they wore their armour, to four floating globe shaped eyebots with their fanjets, two big sentrybots on hovertracks and two big carrierbots also on hovertracks. The last two types could hover fairly high but that used extra electricity.
Sarah turned to study the workbenches, racks of weapons, ammo bins, body cubicles, power armour frames and much else that was there. "So that is all real including more advanced powarmasuits (power armour suits), upgrades for weapons and other equipment, medicants and other supplies including medicines."
DocManWho nodded even as he approached in a nifty bowler hat, white synthetic leather jacket, an over colourful Hawaii type tourist shirt and brown trousers ending at hiking boots. He had just been to the IDUS and had come out of it with what most people saw as an appalling type outfit; it mostly happened that way for him.
He spoke. "All of it is yours to keep, to take away with you, or to use while you are in the DocTARDIS. Doc means it belongs to myself, and my other two selves, most confusing that. TARDIS stands for Time, Alternates and Relative Dimensions Intrinsic to Space. As you may note it is bigger inside than out." He grinned with expectation that Sarah would show amazement.
Sarah shrugged. "Before Doomsday there were experimental BITO devices and such were discovered in ancient, deep underground, sites or in crashed alien craft. One of them may have been a TARDIS but it was not shaped like surprisingly clean British, early 20th Century, public toilet cubicle as this one is."
DocManWho looked startled. "It should look like a telephone booth also of the British, early 20th Century. It really does appear as if somebody is tampering with the DocTARDIS network-systems. I wonder if Rowan is the one..."
Rowan stepped up, at that moment, in a stylish fake leather outfit of cap, jacket, Tshirt, trousers, belt, pouchbelt and boots. Oddly enough his underwear, and socks, were not made of fake leather. He frowned. "I would not do such a terrible thing and anyway I do not have the ability to do so, lacking both Timelord high intelligence and your special abilities needed to pilot a TARDIS."
Romana shot Rowan with a stunraygun and he fell down. He lay there scowling at her. She spoke. "I would believe you but you are the evil Timelord known as Mastertime."
DocManWho shook his head and sighed as he studied the true appearance of the now scraggy haired male Timelord. "This is the lowly, wandering, Timetinkerer. Though the Timelord Elders have registered him as a rogue Timelord, they consider him to be a very low level threat. Timelord contracted, elite, bounty hunters tend to ignore him. So what have you been up to and why, Timetinkerer?"
Rowan sighed. "My name really is Rowan, now, and here is my story that may just surprise you. It may sound doubtful but I have some important information to trade with you."
Edited by Maharg67, 20 April 2020 - 04:28 PM.