Training Exercises
By Lufia
Rating: PG for cybermen violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I wouldn't have to write fanfics, it'd still be on the air, and UNIT would be a big part of it. That being said, enjoy the fic!
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Kat ran as fast as she could, her arms pumping madly. She caught a lamp-post in her gloved hand and swung herself around a corner. She took her laser pistol out of her black leather jacket, checked the safety, and primed it. Flattening herself against a brick building, she stole a glance around the corner. An intense laster beam sliced through the air inches from her nose. She threw herself back against the cool brick, breathing heavily. She stuck the pistol around the corner and fired blindly into the night.
Kat waited a few seconds and risked another glance. She had a good view of her pursuer; a Cyberman. She had damaged one of its silver legs with her wild shot. It limped steadily forward, dragging its bad leg like a dead weight. It registered her face as being in range and fired again. Kat slammed herself against the building.
"The bugger's not giving up," she thought. She poked the gun around the corner and fired again. She glanced around the corner to check the damage, and was nearly blasted away by the discharge of the cybergun.
Kat was getting nervous now. She was nearly out of power in her laser. There was only enough energy left for one shot. And the Cyberman still had a fully charged gun. She knew she had to make her last shot count, but where best to aim? She could take out the arm holding the cybergun, but that would still leave its other arm, and Cybermen were extremely strong. If it got hold of her.... The other option would be to hit its chest panel, destroying its respirator and life-support. She'd need a direct shot, and that would be difficult to manage with it blasting anything that moved.
"Decide now, Kat. In a minute, it'll be right on top of you, and then it's too late," she muttered to herself. Making up her mind, she shrugged out of her jacket, balling it up tightly. She raised it above her head and hurled it across the street. When she was sure it was in the Cyberman's view, she leapt from cover, aimed, and fired. Her shot found its mark, and the Cyberman staggered back and fell, sparks flying from its chest unit.
Kat grinned broadly. "Woohoo!" she cried. "Yeah!" She jumped and danced about in triumph.
"Settle down, Kat. You're getting too worked up over such a small victory," a man with graying hair said, his body silhouetted in the light from the hallway. He keyed in a sequence on a control pad by the door, and the alleyway vanished, leaving a stark white room.
"How'd I do, Uncle Alastair?" Kat asked, retrieving her jacket. She jogged over to him, looking up at him expectantly.
Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart smiled down at his teenaged "niece."
"Well?"
"Not bad, for your first training exercise. You have good aim, when you aim. But, if you waste shots firing blindly, you could end up dead. But overall, you did very well."
Kat smiled. "Does this mean I can drive Bessie yet?"
Alastair groaned. "This is going to be a long day...."
By Lufia
Rating: PG for cybermen violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who. If I did, I wouldn't have to write fanfics, it'd still be on the air, and UNIT would be a big part of it. That being said, enjoy the fic!
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Kat ran as fast as she could, her arms pumping madly. She caught a lamp-post in her gloved hand and swung herself around a corner. She took her laser pistol out of her black leather jacket, checked the safety, and primed it. Flattening herself against a brick building, she stole a glance around the corner. An intense laster beam sliced through the air inches from her nose. She threw herself back against the cool brick, breathing heavily. She stuck the pistol around the corner and fired blindly into the night.
Kat waited a few seconds and risked another glance. She had a good view of her pursuer; a Cyberman. She had damaged one of its silver legs with her wild shot. It limped steadily forward, dragging its bad leg like a dead weight. It registered her face as being in range and fired again. Kat slammed herself against the building.
"The bugger's not giving up," she thought. She poked the gun around the corner and fired again. She glanced around the corner to check the damage, and was nearly blasted away by the discharge of the cybergun.
Kat was getting nervous now. She was nearly out of power in her laser. There was only enough energy left for one shot. And the Cyberman still had a fully charged gun. She knew she had to make her last shot count, but where best to aim? She could take out the arm holding the cybergun, but that would still leave its other arm, and Cybermen were extremely strong. If it got hold of her.... The other option would be to hit its chest panel, destroying its respirator and life-support. She'd need a direct shot, and that would be difficult to manage with it blasting anything that moved.
"Decide now, Kat. In a minute, it'll be right on top of you, and then it's too late," she muttered to herself. Making up her mind, she shrugged out of her jacket, balling it up tightly. She raised it above her head and hurled it across the street. When she was sure it was in the Cyberman's view, she leapt from cover, aimed, and fired. Her shot found its mark, and the Cyberman staggered back and fell, sparks flying from its chest unit.
Kat grinned broadly. "Woohoo!" she cried. "Yeah!" She jumped and danced about in triumph.
"Settle down, Kat. You're getting too worked up over such a small victory," a man with graying hair said, his body silhouetted in the light from the hallway. He keyed in a sequence on a control pad by the door, and the alleyway vanished, leaving a stark white room.
"How'd I do, Uncle Alastair?" Kat asked, retrieving her jacket. She jogged over to him, looking up at him expectantly.
Brigadier Alastair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart smiled down at his teenaged "niece."
"Well?"
"Not bad, for your first training exercise. You have good aim, when you aim. But, if you waste shots firing blindly, you could end up dead. But overall, you did very well."
Kat smiled. "Does this mean I can drive Bessie yet?"
Alastair groaned. "This is going to be a long day...."