I don't know if you've been missing the journals, but I have. Since I don't want to write journals written from a perspective set after the mission until we know whether or not it was successful or not, so I've come up with an alternate solution…

Chapter 11: Captured (Day 13, Part 3)

FLIGHT RECORDING – The Beacon: Command Center
Universal Time Marker: 54.20.13-14
Transcript retained for historical significance

Communications window opened

WELLIAS: It has been confirmed, Admiral Morgan, the two humans are Amy and Rory Williams. Checking through the UNIT archives reveals that the Professor was at least telling the truth on one point – they are former associates of the Doctor.

MORGAN: Thank you, Security Chief Wellias. Any other information?

WELLIAS: The two humans haven't revealed anything.

MORGAN: Told you anything, Wellias, the phrase you're looking for is "told you anything". Your English seem pretty arcane.

WELLIAS: Apologies admiral.

MORGAN: It was a joke Wellias, no need to apologize. You know, as I've been serving aboard a ship with Borthans and humans, I'm starting to get the distinct impression that humans are the only species in the universe besides Time Lords that ever got around to inventing humor.

WELLIAS: Hardly Admiral. But Borthan humor is rather complex. I don't think humans would be able to follow the train of our jokes.

MORGAN: I see. What about the professor?

WELLIAS: She's being rather difficult. She hasn't lied to me thus far – aside from claiming to be a Time Lord obviously – but she only reveals as much information as to be entirely useless. And she asked for some paper and a pen. And she's been writing…well sir it looks like a journal.

MORGAN: I take it you've been reading the journal?

WELLIAS: Of course. I was hoping she might reveal something accidentally, but frankly sir, she's too smart for that.

MORGAN: Thank you Chief Wellias.

Communication window closed.

MORGAN: Communications Officer Olaria.

OLARIA: Yes sir.

MORGAN: I need you to cull through the details of the UNIT files on these two…Rory and Amy Williams. Maybe we can find out something that will help us in interrogation.

Leanna's Journal

Day 13 (Captured)

I have, it would seem, grown quite fond of writing in a journal.

At least that's the only explanation I can come up with for why I asked Security Chief Wellias Foxter for some paper and a pen.

I suppose I could have wanted to do some temporal physics for fun – it wouldn't be the first time – but, no, this was all about writing my thoughts down for myself.

Except of course this isn't really a private space. Note to self: Watch what you write in this journal. Even if you scratch it out, they might be able to reconstruct it. Even if you tear it apart and eat it, they might be able to figure out what was written on it from the cameras. So just watch what you write, okay?

I've been captured.

That's not even entirely accurate. We've been captured. Our captors have us, all three of us, exactly where they want us.

Also, fictional reader, I've decided you're not human anymore. I'm not sure what species you are, but after getting myself captured aboard a ship commanded by a human with a crew that's nearly half human, I've kind of soured on humans for the moment, even if my friends are human.

I guess what has me the most confused by all of this, is everybody's insistence aboard The Beacon – that's the ship I'm on – that what they're doing is the right thing. It makes no sense. They are trying to conquer a planet that, as far as I can tell holds no value to them, or strategic importance.

The Admiral said something about the Wexler "being" something. After I asked about their "Prime Directive". Which, when the alliance was formed was about defeating the Daleks. I don't get it. Which would make sense, if the Wexler could have become the Kaleds. But there's no way. Not even a remote chance. So what the hell is going on?

Beside that, what's worrying me is the curiosity surrounding me.

I'm not worried because it exists. They should be very surprised to see somebody from Gallifrey running around the Universe besides the Doctor or the Master. And the Doctor's granddaughter, possibly. Because as far as they're concerned, Gallifrey was blown up with just about its entire population still on it. Which raises a very basic question.

Why are they asking me questions about how I escaped Gallifrey, rather than being surprised that there was a Gallifrey to escape from? Why are they asking me my name, rather than asking me how I could be alive?

The inescapable conclusion to be derived from the above three paragraphs is that The Twelve are aware that Gallifrey still exists, somewhere. But with nobody getting on it or off of it, the question remains, how do they know?

FLIGHT RECORDING – The Beacon: Command Center
Universal Time Marker: 54.20.13-16
Transcript retained for historical significance

Communications window opened

WELLIAS: Admiral Morgan, we have a problem.

MORGAN: Go ahead Wellias.

WELLIAS: Security sweeps have been unable to locate the Perception Field generators. It's pretty clear from the readings we were getting off of the humans that they were wearing them when they arrived aboard The Beacon, but what seems less clear is what they did with them. Security camera footage is proving to be unhelpful, and our technicians are telling us that if it's just the field generators, or even if something was hidden with the generators, our instruments won't be able to pick them up.

MORGAN: How long before the generators run out of power?

WELLIAS: Good question Admiral. Brandt, you want to take this one?

JUNIOR TECHNICIAN SIMONE BRANDT: Yes sir. Junior Technician Simone Brandt speaking, Admiral. Unfortunately it's almost impossible to tell, Admiral. You see it rather depends what the professor was using to power the Perception Field generators, and what sort of equipment she was using, Admiral.

MORGAN: You know, you don't have to end every sentence you say to me with "Admiral".

BRANDT: Yes Admiral, sorry…sir.

MORGAN: Right, well let's assume that she had very primitive technology with her, yes? We're talking about a civilization that barely has access to outer space, and it's extremely doubtful she'd have terribly sophisticated tech on her TARDIS, except for the TARDIS itself. I'll check with command to make sure but I think the TARDIS cannot generate a Perception Field Generator on its own.

BRANDT: I'd have to run some calculations to be sure, but at a rough estimate I'd say that the Perception Field generators will burn out in two to three days.

MORGAN: That's a long time. We need to find them before that. The Williams' didn't want those things to be found, they must be of some importance. Wellias, when you next interrogate the Williams', ask them where the Perception Field generators are hidden. Technician Brandt, could we rig up a Perception Field locator of some kind?

BRANDT: Difficult to say, Admiral. Perception Fields are meant to avoid detection, and this does extend, to a much lesser extent, to mechanical devices, as well as living beings. Anything with any kind of sensors will be on some level, inclined to ignore the Field.

MORGAN: Well keep on thinking Technician. In fact, put together a team. Any Technicians on the ship you think would help to solve this problem.

BRANDT: Yes, Admiral, I'll get right on that, Admiral.

WELLIAS: I'll return to interrogation in an hour, sir.

MORGAN: Excellent.

Leanna's Journal

Day 13 (Captured)

The irony is, of course, that I left Gallifrey, in part, to be free. I wanted to get away from the cage that we had been put in. The cage that saved us. And now, I'm in another cage, this one a little more literal.

I haven't even been out in the Universe for two weeks, and I find myself cut off from it once again.

Stuck in a single cell, on a single ship.

I miss Gallifrey.