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Justice was thrumming with excitement as she and Gwen stood in their uniforms, tight fitting and curve hugging. The two formal gowns were both a surprise to them and the men who watched as each chose the one they wanted, Justice choosing the black one and Gwen reaching for the red at the same time.

"Oh my, this is going to be interesting" John muttered as the women both disappeared into changing rooms.

Justice emerged first, the Mohawk and warrior's tail slicked against her scalp and the shaved sides shining brightly. The black gown was a tight bodice and a generous bunch of shits where pockets could hold a multitude of things… like ah… weapons and such.

Then Gwen emerged and Rhys whistled happily as she twirled in her dress, showing black underskirts. John was gleeful "So… I take it me and Gwen are pared for recon, you and Justice for cover?"

"Yes. Justice will be front and center with me, she will stick out with her unique structure and tall body, you and Gwen can skulk about in the shows listening to comments and leanring if there are any dangers" Ianto agreed.

Strangely, this pleased Jack. He knew Gwen saw Ianto as a brother but… Justice knew her place more. Ianto turned to the last member of the official group, one of the Judoon who had chosen to stay and assimilate.

"Gerpish, your uniform OK?"

"I am sufficiently covered Mi- Lord, please. I am happy with my new handle" came the rumbled reply, then a grunt as a small child rushed into the room and head butted the creature in the gut, then the creature scooped up the child who screamed as he became airborne before being caught by his clothing and placed back on the ground.

"Thumper love, we are busy" Ianto said gently.

"Pretty"

"Yes, they are" Ianto smiled as he turned to bow to the women but the child pointed at him and repeated it.

"Oh. Me?"

"Kid calls it as he sees it handsome" Jack called out with amusement.

"Well, come mate, show mister" Ianto winked "I shall be going for too long, come… fill me with love."

Jack did not need to be told twice, lighting up as he rushed after his beloved.

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They took off next day, the Agency vessel that was so happily commandeered after it touched down once upon a time was roomy as it was for a full army and full of mod cons. John flew with ease and within a matter of a four hours they were at the Space Port where it would all happen.

Justice was beyond delighted to see Ianto merge to offer his arm, devoid of his hat. Instead he had taken his hair and twisted it along the top of his head so the Warriors Tail was a high ponytail at the back and the ridge of hair was the same as his beloved daughters left behind. Like Justice and her Mohawk and tail, they matched.

John and Gwen disembarked after them with the huge Judoon lumbering out last to startle those watching. As Ianto had hoped, the sight of him made it easier to slip away into the crowd and head for Whitt's office.

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"He is not here."

"Yes he is" Ianto replied calmly "I know he is, he told me he would be."

"Look, he is in a busy meeting and does not have time for the likes of you. Come back later and if he is still here, I shall ask if he can see you" she sniffed like she was doing him a favour and Ianto found himself grinning at the assistant who had no idea who she was talking to.

"That's fine, I need to take a slash anyway" Justice barked, "Where is the head!"

"Excuse me?" came the horrified reply.

"Bathroom, Justice needs to relieve herself" Ianto was almost sorry for the woman, but only almost.

It was too funny.

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Ianto stood at the urinal as he pondered this place with the damp air and the cool temperatures that made him feel itchy inside his skin. Everyone looked so busy doing nothing. Did no one have a real job to do?

"Hey there. That Amazonian on your arm, is she taken?"

Ianto turned his head to see a large man with Agency Regs on. Oh. Nice. Ianto shook his head "She is paired, sorry."

"Ah, shame. Legs like that, she could wreak a man" came the man's sighed reply.

"Well, I did see her break a man's neck with her thighs by accident while sparring so… I guess so" Ianto shrugged shaking and tucking as everyone stopped to turn and stare.

"That uniform, where are you from?"

"Torchwood" Ianto grunted.

"Torchwood? Never heard of it."

"Well, it is commonly called the Red Planet still." Ianto smiled softly as the older man shuffled closer, the idiot still at the urinal taking in Ianto some more.

"You're a Meatstick, really? They are all Meatsticks, rebelling against authority" the man finally scoffed. 'Look at your cute uniform an cute ceremonial sword."

"No. I am not one, never was. I was engineered for something specific. I was raised Meatstick, and grew in a cell to fit in but I am not actually Meatstick. I am an anomaly that was created deliberately" Ianto felt himself bristling now. "And my blades are NOT ceremonial pieces of crap like yours. I had a purpose.''

"Really? What was that?"

"To cut the head off the Snake" Justice said as she emerged from the end stall, her hands fluffing her skirts into place as the men gaped. She looked around "What. Never seen a dress before?"

"Not in the men's" someone spluttered.

"What? You segregate your shitting areas according to sex? Weird" she shrugged as she went to wash her hands "Ready High Commander?"

"Yes, I am" Ianto offered his arm as they swept from the room, Ianto hissing to her about adding more to his title like a heathen. One of the older men stopped and turned to face the room.

"That was the Devil. You do know that, right? That is the one who took the Red Planet and is now under the protection of the Shadow Proclamation." He warned.

"Well, they can't be here all the time" the young man scoffed.

"Really? Then the Judoon that stepped off the transport with them will be no trouble for you then" someone laughed and the room erupted with glee, the young man slunk back to wash his hands.

He felt stupid now.

That would not do.