Chapter 6: Survival
=The Carrier 9 Viral Research Vessel, The Bridge, 3222 C.E. =
"Why are you doing this?" The white stallion said, regaining calm.
"You were not to launch this ship. Equestria cannot know it exists. We will teleport on board and then apprehend you." The administrator said.
"Really?" The white stallion said. "I'm not the one that needs to be apprehended. If you had a clue what was going on onboard this ship, which you don't, you wouldn't dare come near us. You would decide that you would blast this ship out of the sky with all of us in it, which I want anyway. But like the ponies who live under you, you refuse to get it. You refuse to understand. But don't say that it wasn't me who warned you about this. You knew beforehand, but you didn't wish to believe it."
And he jammed his hoof down on the sterilization button.
It began to glow a brilliant white, but then stopped after ten seconds. "You idiot! You're ship is hardly stable! It's taking ten of us to halt your ship's systems! We are going to get you immediately!" The administrator yelled through the communicator.
"Really?" The white stallion said. "You won't want to do that. But then, you don't care what I say…yet."
And seven ponies teleported into the middle of the room. Six were Royal Guards and one was the administrator. The administrator was a light brown coated mare with a light purple mane. "All right. We've come. Get over here."
"Really? That's the best you can do? That's the best thing you can say to get me to go over there?" The white stallion said. "That isn't enough for me."
All the Royal Guards aimed their horns at him. The administrator walked over to him. "Must we do this? We'll take you by force. You don't get an option." She said.
The white stallion looked at her as she backed him into the control panel. "Yes I do." And he pressed the sterilization button again.
There was a crack over it as a white light flooded the room. When it passed, the white stallion was safe due to his body being immune to the disease and the sterilization procedure was also based on the chemical that was still only partially in his body.
But the Royal Guards and the administrator were now only charred bodies in burnt up armor.
The white stallion looked at this. He had just made the ship ready to burst. There would be energy blasts all over the ship, and if the unicorns holding the ship in place slipped, it would all come apart.
Okay, he would have to wait until they slipped their grip. Then the disease would be wiped out. Then they would all truly be safe.
=The Carrier 9 Viral Research Vessel, The Docking Bay, 3222 C.E. =
The Doctor and Puzzlehunt slowly walked out of the TARDIS, heading the way they went originally to the disease processing lab. They didn't know about the ship being recently destabilized, but it wouldn't be that hard to figure out.
So they walked out of the docking bay and began to run, knowing they wouldn't have much time anyway. And they ran through the same halls that they had been walking through when they first arrived. They passed by he body that had given them their slight first amount of knowledge about the disease on this ship.
And then they walked into the room where they had seen the white stallion testing a more efficient way of killing all the ponies who were infected. But there was something quite different about that.
There were some dangerous white sparking coming from both inside the large booth and from the control panel. Taking a moment's pause, the Doctor walked up to it.
"Well this doesn't seem to be right." He said as he examined it.
"Really? Wouldn't have noticed that." Puzzlehunt said sarcastically.
The Doctor didn't acknowledge him as he looked at the sparks more closely. "I think that the white stallion was attempting to blow up the ship by releasing a large sterilization wave from here. But something made it unstable."
"Well, I was worried nothing good was going to happen to us." Puzzlehunt said, rolling his eyes.
"Time limits always seem to bring out the best work, don't you agree?" The Doctor asked as he walked out of the room cheerfully.
Puzzlehunt could really just not believe the Doctor sometimes, and they hadn't even known each other that long.
He sighed as he followed after him.
But beyond that room, it was rather dark, giving the stone patterned walls a more sinister feeling. It was also that this was the area of the ship that was most encased in infected blood all over the place. It was sickening because if you stepped in it, you'd get infected when the chemicals in it seeped into your skin.
It was then that Puzzlehunt realized with a shock that he had completely forgotten that he was already infected himself. He was still in stage one strangely enough. Maybe he was walking around enough that he was partially fighting it back.
And suddenly he had an idea. Unfortunately, he didn't have the resources to put it into action. He saw the Doctor walking into a room in front of him.
And he began running toward him.
=The Carrier 9 Viral Research Vessel, The Docking Bay, The TARDIS, The TARDIS Medical Facility, 3222 C.E. =
Trixie slowly rose out of unconsciousness, thinking about how often this happened to her in only the last two days.
She noticed that she was back in the Doctor's ship (The TARDIS, she believed) and there was a tube stuck in her mouth. Naturally she panicked and tried to jump up, but found that her hooves were strapped down to the table she was lying on.
The disease in her…she could still feel it, but it was more dulled than it was before. She looked around her body.
And then she panicked again when she saw what it had done to her, part of her mind giving great thanks that there was nopony there to see her doing it.
Then she calmed a little. Just enough to look around at the fact she had been left here to do utterly nothing while the Doctor was doing something important with Puzzlehunt. This was completely ignoring her greatness and power.
So she used her horn to undo the shackles on her hooves. It was tiring work considering she was really drained at the moment. She slowly managed to lift them off and let them fall to the floor. She understood that taking the tube off her mouth would let the disease ravage through her again, but she knew she could hold her own by herself. So she used her magic to lift it out.
For five seconds she felt exactly what a fatal heart attack felt like. Then it passed. She began to cough periodically. Then that passed as well and she collected the energy she had in her. Then she got up and walked out of the room.
Walking seemed to make it feel better somehow. She walked through the corridors and out into the console room. Then she opened the TARDIS doors like she did before and allowed herself to go into a diseased ship to help the Doctor.
