Jane stepped onto the bridge and quickly glanced through the many upturned faces that registered into shock upon her entrance. Her crew was back to work in their rows, keeping up with their work but for now they all stood, staring at her with incredulation. She glanced at the blood that was splattered on the white floor of the bridge, Triss's body already removed. Damian stepped to her side, and immediately the expressions of the crew changed to hatred and distrust, their lips pulling into sneers.
"Atten-tion!" Jane commanded, her voice ringing throughout the control room. Only about half of her crew snapped to attention, the other half staring defiantly towards Damian. Such a divide didn't bode anything well for them, and she had never before seen her crew act so deviant before. "I am your captain and you will obey my orders!" She demanded. A few more members of the crew came to attention, though reluctantly.
She glared at the ones refusing to submit, a dark sense of foreboding filling her body. "I trust the commander with my life. He means none of you any harm, and he is here to help you."
Her crew continued to stare at her, their expressions mixed with distrust and fear. She decided to take on a different tactic. "Your main goal is to keep this ship running its course. I am going to go deal with the problems at hand and see what I can do about the recent attacks, in the meantime I will send some security guards up here to keep you protected."
"Protected from what?" came a voice from the audience. Jane glanced towards Gregory, who stood defiantly with his fingers clenched at his sides.
"From yourselves." A murmur of disagreement rose up, which Jane quickly silenced with a raise of her hand. "Triss did not mean to stab me. There's a virus spreading that takes effect instantly and makes the person become extremely violent. It might appear in any of you at any time; my companions-" she motioned behind her towards Damian, the Doctor, and Clara, "are here investigating it and helping me to find a cure."
The crew began shouting and making accusations, several of them glancing around frightened as many of them responded to the revelation in indignant anger. "Then why did he kill her if it wasn't her fault?" one voice shouted, rising above the others. The rest of them also began to shout in frustration, pointing and shouting towards Damian.
"Call the Admiral, he'll inform you that the commander has been sent here to help us-"
"We already tried!" shouted Gregory once more. "After we thought you died we tried reporting it, but we got no answer!"
Jane turned to face Damian and witnessed as his face blanched. She knew now without a doubt that the Admiral must have been his brother or other form of close relation. The shouting continued to escalate, so she decided it was time for them to leave. She led them down the stairs, luckily her crew made no move against her, though they eyed Damian with irate expressions. She quickly slid into the elevator, her companions following close behind. She slid the doors shut and sent the lift back to the floor where the tardis was located.
They walked briskly down the hallway and back through the control room and into the locked room. The Doctor passed by her and opened the Tardis door and quickly stepped inside. Clara and Jane followed suit and entered the wide area that opened up before them. A large console sat in the center of the circular area covered with knobs and buttons that whirled and twirled, a large cylinder filled with light sat in the very center of the console. Jane glanced back towards Damian, who peered into the open door with apprehension. From the outside the tardis looks like a wooden box only big enough for two people, but once inside the area opens up into a wide room with hallways that stretch on and on into infinity.
He slowly placed one foot into the tardis to test his weight as he glanced around the wide area with incredulity. Once inside he gained more confidence and ambled towards the console, which the Doctor was now circling, wrenching levers and pushing buttons as a whirring noise began to emanate from deep within the tardis. Jane came to the Doctor's aid, putting in the precise coordinates where she wanted them to land within the ship, recalling how to operate the tardis from the depths of her memory.
Clara walked over to Damian and instructed him to hold onto one of the rails. He shook his head and instead stared all around him in amazement, but as the tardis began rocking back and forth he reached out his hands and grasped hold of the railing tightly. His expression was of fear and incredulity, his pale face glancing around him in confusion.
Just as quickly as it started the whirring began to abate and the rocking slowly settled down. The Doctor flipped one last switch triumphantly and began walking towards the tardis doors. "We should now be in the hangar room." He said jubilantly.
As Damian shakily let go of the railing Jane quickly walked to his side to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. He glanced at her and shrugged her off, embarrassed by his expression of fear. The Doctor flung open the doors and stepped outside of the tardis, Damian quickly following after him. Jane caught Clara's eye and the two of them smirked at each other.
"I remember my first time," Clara stated reminiscently, sliding a hand tenderly over the railing as she moved towards the door. "He's actually handling himself pretty well."
Jane nodded in affirmation and followed them out of the tardis and closed the door behind her. The four of them stood in the open hangar, the ceiling stretching high above their heads as the room stretched on all around them. The hangar was filled with large boxes and shuttles; it was used as a large storage place as well as its function of being a place for incoming shuttles to land.
"So," the Doctor said, clapping his hands together. "Where are the missiles?"
Jane stepped in front of him and began leading them among the rows of shuttles and carriers towards the huge cargo boxes that lined the walls, each of them as large as an intermodal container, each of them made out of a thick, smooth metal that were painted different colors depending on their contents. Each cargo box was enormous, containing all of the extra supplies for the ship such as food, clothing, and other necessary materials that were now in storage. She pointed to a large red cargo box that was about forty feet long in the shape of a rectangle, its height and width ten feet by ten feet.
"They're in that container," she said.
"You keep your missiles in a box?" Clara asked questioningly. "Don't you need to put them in a gun or cannon or something?"
Jane chuckled, remembering how weapons worked in Clara's time. "See that large mover over there? It looks like a truck with a huge claw attached to its front."
"Yeah," she replied, catching sight of the mover.
"That picks up the box with the missiles and takes it over to the airlock room where all of the shuttles enter." She pointed towards the far side of the hangar room where there was a huge, massive opening that lead into another room, the doorway was large enough for several movers to pass through it with ease. The gigantics door separating the rooms were currently slid open to reveal a wide open expanse, the far side of the room showing another set of extremely thick doors that were currently shut. "Once the mover drops the box off inside it gets back into the hangar to stay safe. The first set of doors close, and then the outer set of doors open and the box gets sucked out in space.
"Once they're off my ship I have complete control over the missiles from my control room, and from there I can program each one of them to fly and explode exactly when and where I need them to."
Clara smiled. "Neat."
"But now that control has been sent to the tardis, and I'm in charge of the missiles," the Doctor stated smugly, straightening his bow tie proudly.
"How are we going to get the missiles into the tardis?" Damian asked skeptically as he stared at the massive box.
"We could make the tardis appear around it and have it directly enter one of the rooms." Jane offered. Damian peered at her skeptically. "The tardis's size is infinite, by the way," she explained to him. "They'll fit."
"Can we do that, Doctor?" Clara asked.
"Ah, um," he rubbed his chin, "supposedly, yes, though I'm not certain that I'll be able to manage it as it's a very difficult operation with lots of button pushings and so forth-"
"I can do it," Jane offered.
"How do you know how to do that? That operation is one that only the brightest Time Lords even learn, and even then it's nearly impossible-" the Doctor said.
"Romanadvoratrelundar taught me."
The three of them glanced at her in shock, none of them comprehending the name. Jane rolled her eyes. "Your companion, Romana. Remember her?"
The Doctor stared at her blankly as the wheels in his head began to move. Jane prompted him even further. "Pretty, brown hair, highly intelligent? Graduated with top marks from the Time Lord Academy? Helped you find a set of keys scattered across the universe?"
Finally the Doctor caught on. "Oh, Romana!" he exclaimed happily. "That was back when I had an eighteen foot scarf-centuries ago!"
"You used to wrap something around your neck that is even worse than a bow tie?" Clara asked incredulously, her voice brimming with laughter.
His hands flew protectively to his bowtie. "Hey, bow ties are cool," he stated defensively, appearing insulted.
Jane smirked. "You should have seen him when he pinned a celery to his chest."
Clara laughed out loud, much to the Doctor's frustration. "It was a very fashionable vegetable!" he shouted in defense, waving his arms about him wildly.
Damian stepped forwards, drawing attention to himself. "Back to my question," the Doctor and Clara turned to face him, drawing silent though Clara's body continued to convulse in laughter. "How are we going to get the missiles in the tardis?"
The Doctor furrowed his brow in thought as Clara wiped away a tear of amusement. "If you really did talk to Romana and she told you the procedure, then I guess we could attempt it." He peered at Jane closely; "I suppose the important question is if whether or not you remember exactly what she told you."
"I think I'll be just fine, I'm not like you and unable to even remember my companions' names." Jane was very proud of her ability of retention, capable of memorizing all of the names of her crew along with all of the different languages and dialects. Remembering a conversation between herself and one of the Doctor's companions millions of years before on a different universe was surprisingly easy for her.
He sputtered in frustration, "Hey, that's no fair! I couldn't even pronounce it!"
"You seem to do fine in remembering the names of far away planets and such; does Raxicoricofallipatorius ring a bell? That's just as difficult as Romanadvoratrelundar, it isn't fair that you don't even attempt to remember a name of your companion while you-."
A loud crash reverberated throughout the room as one of the large containers toppled over, spilling its contents of bedsheets and other laundry. They glanced around them in shock, wondering what had caused the crash. From behind the tall stack of the containers came the sound of heavy footsteps slowly progressing forwards. The four of them tensed and peered at the containers ahead of them. The stomping continued, until finally the culprit behind the toppled container was revealed.
A huge Grog stood directly ahead of them, standing between the rows of containers. A uniform stretched over its highly muscled chest, the purple material unable to hide the large shell on the Grog's back. Jane's breath caught in her throat as she stared towards the emotionless black eyes peering back at her, the feelers jutting from its mouth that would normally be wriggling and feeling the air around its mouth completely still.