Rank Has its Privileges

Mike frowned. He didn’t seem immediately dangerous, and yet…

“What do you want here, Merc? Are you looking for a job, or have you brought us one?”

Neither, though I’ll take one if ya offerin’. I was just curious who ya were, more so now that ya mentioned an ‘us’. Ya work for some sort a’ organization, I take it? A less than normal one, at that, considerin’ ya don’t seem ta be freaked out by the fact that im a werewolf. So, who’re you, an’ who d’ya work for?

“I’m sorry, I didn’t introduce myself.” He held out his hand. “Captain Mike Yates, of UNIT. We control alien threats.”

‘He grins, and takes Captain Yates’ hand, shaking it firmly.’

Aliens? Threats? Most likely violence? Seems like my kinda party!

#the-aetherius-chronicles

"Heh, something like that. We try to keep violence to a minimum of course."

He releases Merc's hand.

"Oh, and if you have any weapons, you'll have to declare them."

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“Hello? Who’s there?”

Merc, at ya service! Werewolf, bounty hunter, and kicker of asses, at ya service, stranger!

“Did you just say ‘werewolf’?”

…..Yes. I did. I am a werewolf. Gasp, scream, try ta murder me, do whatever ya do in a situation like this. Go on, im waitin’.

Mike frowned. He didn’t seem immediately dangerous, and yet…

“What do you want here, Merc? Are you looking for a job, or have you brought us one?”

Neither, though I’ll take one if ya offerin’. I was just curious who ya were, more so now that ya mentioned an ‘us’. Ya work for some sort a’ organization, I take it? A less than normal one, at that, considerin’ ya don’t seem ta be freaked out by the fact that im a werewolf. So, who’re you, an’ who d’ya work for?

#the-aetherius-chronicles

"I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself." He held out his hand. "Captain Mike Yates, of UNIT. We control alien threats."

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“Hello? Who’s there?”

Merc, at ya service! Werewolf, bounty hunter, and kicker of asses, at ya service, stranger!

“Did you just say ‘werewolf’?”

…..Yes. I did. I am a werewolf. Gasp, scream, try ta murder me, do whatever ya do in a situation like this. Go on, im waitin’.

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Mike frowned. He didn't seem immediately dangerous, and yet...

"What do you want here, Merc? Are you looking for a job, or have you brought us one?"

Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

'okay'? more like 'preferable'

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“Hello? Who’s there?”

Merc, at ya service! Werewolf, bounty hunter, and kicker of asses, at ya service, stranger!

#replies #the-aetherius-chronicles #the-angel-jegudiel #bowofthegladhirim

"Did you just say 'werewolf'?"

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"Hello? Who's there?"

Mike gave a hollow laugh, but cut it off with a wince. “I think you might be right… How do things look out there?”

Benton gave the corridor a cursory glance. “Messy, more than anything. I think we have a few new cracks in the ceiling, but it’s not so bad. Would I be right in thinking the lab got the worst of it?”

“Well, Sergeant, I’ll put it this way: there isn’t much of a lab left. Do you think you could get the door open at all?”

“I certainly hope so.”

He takes a few steps back.

“Here goes nothing…”

As he’s always found before, flinging his shoulder into the door is an effective, if somewhat painful, method of getting it open. He stumbles a little at the sudden lack of resistance, but stays on his feet.

“Blimey, sir, I see what you mean about the lab.”

“Yes, well…” Mike had barely had time to move away from the door before it burst open. Something drips into the corner of his eye, and he wipes it away. It was blood. Perfect.

“Listen, Benton,” he says, stumbling a little over the debris as he approaches, “I think Jo and the Doc were in here when the explosion went off. We need to find them.”

Benton takes in the Captain’s dishevelled appearance with a measure of consternation, which only increases at the mention of the Doctor and Jo.

“Right, sir.”

He picks his way over to the closest of the large piles of rubble that have taken over the floor and begins to shift the debris. Ideally, he’d like to clean up that wound on the Captain’s head, but missing people are more urgent as things stand. Still, he keeps an eye on the other man as he works.

Mike moved away from Benton, conscious of the Sergeant's eyes on him. It made him uncomfortable. Instead, he moved over to the TARDIS, and knocked on the door.

"Jo? Doctor? Are you in there?"

There was no reply. He tried the handle, but it was locked. Maybe not, then.

Sorry I haven't been on in a while, been reaaaally busy, but hopefully will be able to do something later today

#ooc

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Doctor Who Meme: -Eight scenes (4/8)

The Green Death - episode 6

The well-composed heartbroken Mike Yates

& the consoling Brigadier

Mike gave a hollow laugh, but cut it off with a wince. “I think you might be right… How do things look out there?”

Benton gave the corridor a cursory glance. “Messy, more than anything. I think we have a few new cracks in the ceiling, but it’s not so bad. Would I be right in thinking the lab got the worst of it?”

“Well, Sergeant, I’ll put it this way: there isn’t much of a lab left. Do you think you could get the door open at all?”

“I certainly hope so.”

He takes a few steps back.

“Here goes nothing…”

As he’s always found before, flinging his shoulder into the door is an effective, if somewhat painful, method of getting it open. He stumbles a little at the sudden lack of resistance, but stays on his feet.

“Blimey, sir, I see what you mean about the lab.”

"Yes, well..." Mike had barely had time to move away from the door before it burst open. Something drips into the corner of his eye, and he wipes it away. It was blood. Perfect.

"Listen, Benton," he says, stumbling a little over the debris as he approaches, "I think Jo and the Doc were in here when the explosion went off. We need to find them."

“To be quite honest with you, Sergeant, I’m not entirely sure. Look, do you have any idea what’s happened?”

He looked over at the room behind him, but he still couldn’t make out any familiar shapes. Maybe because his vision was vaguely blurred.

“Some kind of explosion, as far as I can make out, sir. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost wonder if one of the Doc’s experiments finally turned out to be as delicate as he always tells the Brigadier they are.”

It’s a weak attempt at humour, perhaps, but he’s not quite sure how else to deal with the general lack of things that are at least vaguely under control.

Mike gave a hollow laugh, but cut it off with a wince. “I think you might be right… How do things look out there?”

Benton gave the corridor a cursory glance. “Messy, more than anything. I think we have a few new cracks in the ceiling, but it’s not so bad. Would I be right in thinking the lab got the worst of it?”

"Well, Sergeant, I'll put it this way: there isn't much of a lab left. Do you think you could get the door open at all?"

There was a crash somewhere to his right, followed by a voice which he recognised even when muffled. He turned his head to see the door, shut tight. He pulled himself to his feet and leant against it.

“Benton? Is that you?”

“Yes. Are you alright, sir?”

He was beginning to suspect the door had become important to the lab’s structural integrity, and that really wasn’t a pleasant thought. Nor was the fact that he’d only managed to locate one other person so far…

“To be quite honest with you, Sergeant, I’m not entirely sure. Look, do you have any idea what’s happened?”

He looked over at the room behind him, but he still couldn’t make out any familiar shapes. Maybe because his vision was vaguely blurred.

“Some kind of explosion, as far as I can make out, sir. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost wonder if one of the Doc’s experiments finally turned out to be as delicate as he always tells the Brigadier they are.”

It’s a weak attempt at humour, perhaps, but he’s not quite sure how else to deal with the general lack of things that are at least vaguely under control.

Mike gave a hollow laugh, but cut it off with a wince. "I think you might be right... How do things look out there?"

Mike’s head rolled from his shoulder to his chest, causing dust and rubble to cascade into his lap. There was dust, too, in his eyelashes, which now fluttered open, and powdering his face and jacket. Slowly, painfully, he raised his head. He blinked. Screwed up his eyes. His head hurt. Everything was coated a greyish white. What on Earth had happened?

He forced his eyes to focus. He was surrounded by rubble. That was odd. He had been in the Doctor’s room of UNIT HQ talking with Jo, but now he was… he… was…

Oh.

“Jo?”

He crawled forward, forcing his limbs to move. “Doctor? Brigadier?”

His movement caused the dust to move again, and he coughed hard. “Is anyone around?”

Back on his feet now, Benton jumped at the Captain’s voice, wincing slightly as his shoulder jarred. It wasn’t bleeding, so it could wait.

“Sir?”

Even outside the Doc’s lab, the place looked like a bombsite - which was probably a fairly accurate description of what it was. He frowned, and hastened his navigation of the rubble-strewn corridor. Somehow, the door seemed to have just about survived, but it refused to open, even when encouraged with a sharp kick in the bottom corner that was usually reserved for the slightly-warped door that acted as a shortcut to the parade ground when he was running late.

“Damn it all…”

There was a crash somewhere to his right, followed by a voice which he recognised even when muffled. He turned his head to see the door, shut tight. He pulled himself to his feet and leant against it.

“Benton? Is that you?”

“Yes. Are you alright, sir?”

He was beginning to suspect the door had become important to the lab’s structural integrity, and that really wasn’t a pleasant thought. Nor was the fact that he’d only managed to locate one other person so far…

#sergeantjohnbenton #this is my favourite thing

"To be quite honest with you, Sergeant, I'm not entirely sure. Look, do you have any idea what's happened?"

He looked over at the room behind him, but he still couldn't make out any familiar shapes. Maybe because his vision was vaguely blurred.

Mike’s head rolled from his shoulder to his chest, causing dust and rubble to cascade into his lap. There was dust, too, in his eyelashes, which now fluttered open, and powdering his face and jacket. Slowly, painfully, he raised his head. He blinked. Screwed up his eyes. His head hurt. Everything was coated a greyish white. What on Earth had happened?

He forced his eyes to focus. He was surrounded by rubble. That was odd. He had been in the Doctor’s room of UNIT HQ talking with Jo, but now he was... he... was…

Oh.

“Jo?”

He crawled forward, forcing his limbs to move. “Doctor? Brigadier?”

His movement caused the dust to move again, and he coughed hard. “Is anyone around?”

Back on his feet now, Benton jumped at the Captain’s voice, wincing slightly as his shoulder jarred. It wasn’t bleeding, so it could wait.

“Sir?”

Even outside the Doc’s lab, the place looked like a bombsite - which was probably a fairly accurate description of what it was. He frowned, and hastened his navigation of the rubble-strewn corridor. Somehow, the door seemed to have just about survived, but it refused to open, even when encouraged with a sharp kick in the bottom corner that was usually reserved for the slightly-warped door that acted as a shortcut to the parade ground when he was running late.

“Damn it all…”