Part 7 – Gunfight at the OC Hanger Deck
(By Booster)
The Doctor's response was short, sweet and to the point. Dawn, who still had her old abilities to learn languages, carefully memorised what she assumed had to be a particularly potent Old Gallifreyian swearword.
"That blue box your transport then, Doc?" smirked Captain John. "Looks like you got yourself a bit of a problem."
"…You sure you haven't got a black leather trenchcoat hanging around in your wardrobe somewhere?" asked Dawn, staring at the very familiar cocky expression on Captain John's face.
"Black leather, yes. Trenchcoat, no. And you have my personal word of honour on that," said Jack briskly, tapping out a series of commands on a nearby control panel. The screen was cracked, but the sounds as Jack navigated the system proved it still worked. "Looks like the valet parked it over in Alpha-Delta-Four. Slight walk, but that'll just give us time to discuss how we're going to swop transport to your box thing for that vole."
Dawn stared at him in disbelief. "Ohmigod! Do you ever stop!?!?"
"No," said the Doctor and Captain John simultaneously, and looked at each other. Clark brightened right up.
A discordant noise issued from the control panel. "That's odd," said Jack thoughtfully, "Some sort of security lockout on the ship? You'd think they'd love to let people evacuate the place when it's like this."
As if in answer, another tremor ran through the decking beneath them. Far off, the sound of debris crashing down echoed.
"We better get moving, whatever you guyth decide in the end," said Clark thoughtfully. "Thith is not going to end well ith you thpend all your time thanding around in here arguing."
The Doctor nodded, and Jack joined him as the group moved off together. Behind them, there was a pleasant chime, and the lift doors opened.
A group of about ten Judoon stepped out, looking even more pissed off than normal. The leader stepped forward, adjusted the datapad in his hand and pointed at the humanoids in front of him. "Bo! Sco! Fo! Do! No! Kro!"
The other nine Judoon nodded, took out their blasters and opened fire.
"Move it!" yelled Jack, dragging Dawn down to the side and quickly behind the edge of a spaceship. The Judoon shots hissed through the space where they'd been only seconds ago. Jack and John both pulled out weapons and started shooting back.
Then the Judoon lowered their heads and charged.
"Language Designation : EarthEnglish. Attention Lawbreakers : You Are Under Arrest," boomed the Judoon leader.
Jack flashed Dawn a quick grin as he stuck his head out briefly and got off a few shots towards the Judoon before the replying salvo made him duck back in. "They take shoplifting really seriously here."
"….omigod," whispered Dawn staring guiltily at the ring on her hand, "It's like I'm one all over again. I am so not going to use the W word."
Jack looked at her in what might have been an impressed way. "You were shoplifting when you were one?"
"Less talk, a little more shooting back please," snapped Dawn, as she started looking around for a way out.
Over the other side of the hanger, the Doctor slowly crept around a pile of machinery, trying to get a good view of where everyone else had scattered to. Spotting a ladder, he swiftly climbed to get an overview of the hanger deck.
Aha. There was Jack and Dawn (and probably Emort. The Doctor couldn't see either Jack or Dawn letting the poor vole out of their sight) together over that side. Clark and Captain John were pinned down over by the entrance, but okay.
And that… that was definitely a gun barrel pressed against the side of his head. "Ah."
"Mo! Gro! Lo So!"
The Judoon fired.
