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@Regrann from @spencer_steadman - Two of my favorite people, love working with these guys and am honored to call them my friends! #oliherbert #tomomillicevic #30secondstomars #allthatremains #FireflyMusicFestival - #regrann
Clyde presses several buttons on his suit. On his helmet screen, environmental suited decoys appear at several locations throughout the roof structure. “That ought to keep them busy.”
The helmet alarm sounds in his ears.
“Helmet malfunction. Environmental systems offline. Oxygen supply at 25%.”
He snaps the warning off.
“Not now. Quiet! I’ve got no choice. This is the only environment suit I have! It’s going to have to do!”
He looks around. He ignores what would be a perfect hiding spot under a ventilation pipe.
“No, that’s a bit dark. What else is there?”
He frantically searches the roof for a place to hide. There are lots of nooks and crannies on the roof, but none of them are brightly lit.
He comes upon a rotunda, with raised window. He hauls himself on top of it, and lays flat on the window pane, just above the view of the approaching Sontarans.
Three shapes approached his position, wearing full Sontaran battle gear and helmets, and carrying what appear to be laser pulse rifles.
“Halt, human scum. We do not know how you and your ship survived the Omega Wave, but you are too feeble to escape our superior battle skills.”
They shoot at the first decoy. It statics out of existence as the energy bolt passes through it. It reappears several feet away.
“Your Osmic Generator was a great help. You thought it was completely irreparable, didn’t you? 20 minutes into the future, and all the way to the planet while you were busy chattering on,” says one of the figures.
Snahh fires at that decoy, which also statics out before reappearing.
“You knew we would come to the planet.”
“I guessed. Big planet, a serious shield and a sentry moon. How could you ever resist?” says another decoy.
Snahp looks at his twin, then fires at a different decoy which did not speak. Snahp is disappointed, and his twin delighted as this one also statics out.
The commander speaks, “We will not make that error again. But this is fortuitous! We may now take the working Osmic Generator back to Sontar, and subjugate this planet as well. Such glory is to be had!”
“Sorry, lads. Bad news for you. The inhabitants of this planet will kill you. You ignored the warning beacons, didn’t you? I’ll give you the abridged version – abridged version – get it? Library – books – abridged version? Yeah, I didn’t expect you would get it.”
He continues, more seriously, “This is one of the most dangerous planets in the universe.”
“No foe can defeat Sontarans.”
“The Doctor has. Multiple times. Sarah Jane Smith has. I’ve seen it firsthand.”
A shadow approaches Clyde’s hiding spot. It is a Library Maintenance Drone. Clyde sees it, and whispers, “Go away!”
The drone instead approaches Clyde closer.
He shoos it, as if it were a stray cat, “Leave me along. You’re going to give me away!”
The drone scans Clyde’s e-suit.
Ignoring the recent insult, the Commanders says, “First, we will find you, then we will destroy you. Your armour is no match for our laser weapons.”
A voice comes from the drone, “Maybe because it’s an environmental suit, not battle gear…”
“Don’t tell them that. They really don’t need to know.”
“Oh, they’ll know the minute they shoot.”
“Yeah, I know and you know. So go away, so they won’t know.”
“Oh, I don’t think you want me to go away. It looks like they’ve finally triangulated your position. I’m your only hope.”
“I was hoping the Vashta Nerada might find them first.”
“Tsk, tsk. Rather bloodthirsty for a friend of Sarah Jane Smith. I kind of like that. There may be hope for you after all. Do you think you’re safe from the Vashta Nerada?”
“You know Sarah Jane? Who are you?”
“I’m just a girl who’s looking for a little distraction. This will do.”
The drone lifts off from where it was hovering.
“Hello, boys. What’s the Sontaran Seventh Technology brigade doing at the Library? Need to do some research? Or are you here to fix up the place? It’s becoming a bit run down, after all.”
Clyde speaks up, “I think you may want to step away from that shadow. . .” He realizes that maybe he’s being a bit more helpful than he ought to be.
One of the Sontarans advances out of the shadow, but only as a flanking maneuver.
“You really should have listened to the boy. He’s surprisingly brave for someone in his predicament. I may even help him out.”
“We are not afraid of shadows like human half forms. Who are you, who hides behind a mechanical device rather than braving the field of battle?”
“You know the Doctor, of course.”
“You are one of his companions?”
“Oh, so much more. Scan your databases for the Battle of Jenjin Reef. I bested your 5th Sontaran Artillery Brigade.”
The Sontarans take one step back, before retaking their territory.
Clyde’s eyes widen for a moment. Who could inspire such fear in Sontarans?
“We do not need to scan the databases. We do not forget. If you are Her, then you are a worthy opponent! Sontar-ha!”
“Oh, now this is fun! Too bad it won’t last.”
The maintenance drone shoots its laser, inflicting minor damage on her enemy. She seems to be toying with them.
The Sontarans continue fire their weapons. Clyde’s perch is hit by a stray energy beam. The structure is damaged, and he can feel the glass separating from the structure.
“I’ve missed this. I must get out more often!”
The laser cuts down one of the Sontarans, before being hit by a rifle blast.
“No, you don’t. Now you’ve made me angry. You will not damage my best ride!”
Another round takes out the Sontaran who hit the drone.
Clyde recovers his weapon.
“My turn!” he says, aiming at the remaining Sontaran who was aiming at the drone.
“I think you may be too late. The Vashta Nerada are so hungry.”
The Sontarans, one by one, begin to shake in their suits. The commanders voice echoes from his comm, “We are not afraid of shadows. We are not afraid of shadows.”
Clyde tries to rise to survey the damage.
“Not anymore you aren’t. Argh!”
The movement separates the glass from the frame, and he falls into the structure below.
He drops, knowing that death waits for him when he hits the floor below.
