Victor began emptying his pockets earnestly, unloading all manner of gadgets and household items and dumping them in a pile beside the TARDIS.
Hmm. The Corsair held out the key to the sliding door and as she did, a dip appeared in the surface and expanded until the Corsair's whole hand was in the door. The coin dissapeared and she withdrew her hand, the dip growing shallower until the surface was flat again. She touched the door and it slid open.
The room spread out below her, expanding in a circular pattern to a point in far side of the room, making the room egg shaped. The heart of the TARDIS and the engine were at the far side, in a thick glass alcove within the tip of the room. Unlike most TARDISes, this one had a drive station designed for a single pilot, rather than the usual four to six. In this case, the consoles were facing inward around a single pivoting chair, and the interface was simplified, with many functions being automated by a central computer unless overridden.
The entire place was white, where shapes were needed they were decisive and geometric, where there were switches they flipped, and the buttons clicked when you pressed them. With all the white and chrome and glass, the eyes took a second to adjust when you walked in the door.
The Corsair took a minute to familiarise herself with the controls. 'She's a beautiful machine' she mused. And stock. It's new. Is Rasalon making new TARDISes? or perhaps this is just one that has not been used. But it feels strange to own two TARDISes now, and such a shame that its first mission would hold such danger. Perhaps it should be named.
The Corsair pulled a permanent marker out of her back pocket and scribbled 'VOST' over the top of the door. 'Property of the Corsair'.
Voyager Outside Space Time.
She did a little smirk. "Seems you're being named an acronym either way, sorry." the sounds of the engine in the corner rose a little in reply. It's okay.
There was a nock at the door. The Corsair flicked on a security screen showing the Victors face, then initiated a scan just to be sure. He had no devices on him but the bracelet.
"Finally finished?" the Corsair called through a microphone in the communications console.
"Yes," said Victor, "you already checked that. Now let me in."
The Corsair spun on her chrome ergonomic swivel chair and flicked the lock switch on the console to her right, then rested her arms on the cool rests to either side of her.
The door slid open, revealing Victor's sorry looking face, which didn't seem at all like it was the first time he had seen my new machine. He probably brought her to the dock.
"We leave in five minutes." said the Corsair.
Victors eyebrows shot up. "That soon?"
"Why, do you have someone to say goodbye to?"
"Not really"
"Good. I don't see a reason why we should waste more time then."
"Fine." He said quickly.
"Fine indeed." She replied, and pulled out her portable kettle, turned it on, and put it on the small desk area next to her left hand rest.
"You're having a tea?" Victor stated.
"No, I'm having steak and chips with a drizzle of gravy. Now shut up." She turned and entered the time space coordinates into the navigation panel. While she looked busy she also teleported the Victors possessions into a cargo container.
"There is only one chair..." Victor said.
"Just hold onto the doorframe, I'm sure you'll manage.
"It could be a tough journey." He replied.
"Then you will just have to rely on the joy of regeneration." the Corsair said. " You seem aftonted by this." She chided. "I don't think you understand. I am not your captain and I don't care whether you survive this mission. I will not be held responsible for your safety, so if you want a soft cushion to land on so you don't get buthurt then you will just need to find it yourself. Be grateful you are on my ship in the first place. Unless you want to leave?"
Victor wordlessly turned to walk down a hallway.
'Didn't think so' thought the Corsair. She poured herself a tea and sipped at it slowly. And she was watching the map on the screen which tracked the Victors movements .
Flicking a switch at the base of the microphone, she said through it "Two minutes".
Victor cam back through the hallway with a bar and a plasma knife, and busily started welding the bar to side of the door. As he finished, he put the knife in his pocket, held onto the bar and looked my way.
The Corsair tilted her head back, sipping the last few drops of tea before stowing it away into her coat again. She moved to face the front console, and, gripping the handbreak, she slammed it downwards, spinning the VOST into action.