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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 2133823" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;Total Escape&quot; - Part 4&quot;I'll sneak down and scout.&quot; S'Ondra points toward the camp, &quot;The guards look pretty occupied.&quot;&quot;Scouting is a good idea.&quot; Fury agrees, &quot;But maybe Archie should go.&nbsp; His builder-bot body is very small: the guards -&quot; he considers his next words carefully &quot;- are even less likely to spot him than they are you.&quot;&quot;On ze ozzer hand, if they did spot Archie, zey would know immediately zat somezink strange was going on.&quot; Gustav muses, with a surprisingly strong grasp of reality. &quot;It vould be best if anyone zey spotted appeared to be an uneducated savage.&nbsp; Perhaps you should go instead, Captain.&quot;&quot;I will go.&quot; S'Ondra insists.&nbsp; She strikes a determined pose, her bosom thrust out majestically. &quot;It is my people are imprisoned.&quot;&quot;Zen I will go with you, leibchen.&quot; A determined pose is somehow not as inspiring when the Doctor does it.&quot;Is that wise, Doc?&nbsp; You're really more of a boffin than a scout.&quot;&quot;Do not fret, Captain.&nbsp; I am sure S'Ondra will be able to keep me from exposing myself.&quot;&quot;We both have a great deal of practise.&quot; Archie concurs.&quot;Besides,&quot; Gustav continues &quot;zere could be electronic sensors and ozzer technological devices to spot intruders around ze camp.&nbsp; I vill be needed to disable such things.&quot;Fury can see when he's beaten,&quot;Fine, but stay out of sight, both of you.&quot;The camera remains with the Captain and Archie as they watch their two companions scramble down the embankment and begin to scurry across the field that surrounds the Targ camp.&nbsp; Even crouched over as they run, the two stick out like sore thumbs on the flat and empty plain, but BBC aliens are notoriously inattentive, and they make it to the only cover in sight - a small clump of bushes - without the alarm being raised.There is renewed activity in the camp as S'Ondra and Gustav settle into their hiding place.&nbsp; Two Targ carry a huge black cauldron from the corrugated iron building, then a third Targ bangs on the side with a ladle.&nbsp; Dozens of Venusians begin to assemble in response to the dull clang, and soon they are trooping past the cauldron in a line, each getting a ladle of yellowish gruel slopped into their cupped hands.&nbsp; Most shove their faces into their hands as they walk away, slurping up whatever strange food it is they have been served with as fast as they can.&quot;Gnyah!&nbsp; They didn't even wash their hands!&quot; Archie's body vibrates with horror at the unhygienic display. &quot;Don't they know how many diseases they could catch?&quot;&quot;Don't burn out your circuits, old boy.&quot; Fury cautions, then suddenly groans in distress, &quot;Damn it!&quot;Six black-suited Targ come marching into the scene from the right of shot, following a dusty dirt track across the field.&nbsp; Within moments, they will be in the perfect position to spot Gustav and the Princess.&quot;Turn around, S'Ondra .&quot; Fury grits his teeth, as if mentally trying to warn the Princess of her peril, &quot;Turn around.&quot;The Captain's attempt at telepathy fails: one of the Targ soldiers suddenly calls out and points, and the six aliens rush forward and surround S'Ondra and Gustav before the two can even rise to their feet.&nbsp; Finding themselves covered by half a dozen readied disruptors, the pair raise their hands and slowly stand.&quot;Damnation!&quot; Fury swears again, pounding his fist on the dirt.The camera swoops down to the field as the Captain expresses his impotent fury, coming to rest on the defiant S'Ondra and Gustav.&quot;How you escape?&quot; one of the Targ demands in pidgin Venusian, poking his disruptor toward the Princess.&quot;Escape?&quot; S'Ondra looks blank.&quot;You inside.&nbsp; Now outside!&nbsp; How?&quot;&quot;Zey zink you are your duplicate from zis reality, leibchen.&quot; Gustav mutters out of the corner of his mouth, earning a barked command for &quot;Silence!&quot; from the Targ.&quot;Not escape.&quot; S'Ondra glowers, &quot;Seek sister here.&quot;&quot;Seek sister?&quot; The Targ prods her toward the camp gates, &quot;Then good luck.&nbsp; You meet sister now.&quot;And with that, Gustav and S'Ondra are herded at gunpoint into Targ captivity.If you aren't a player in Q-Ship, don't forget to add your input to <a href="http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=124358" target="_blank">this thread</a>!&nbsp; (Players should stay out.&nbsp; Out, I say!)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 2133823, member: 6294"] [b]"Total Escape" - Part 4[/b] "I'll sneak down and scout." S'Ondra points toward the camp, "The guards look pretty occupied." "Scouting is a good idea." Fury agrees, "But maybe Archie should go. His builder-bot body is very small: the guards -" he considers his next words carefully "- are [I]even less[/I] likely to spot him than they are you." "On ze ozzer hand, if they [I]did[/I] spot Archie, zey would know immediately zat somezink strange was going on." Gustav muses, with a surprisingly strong grasp of reality. "It vould be best if anyone zey spotted appeared to be an uneducated savage. Perhaps you should go instead, Captain." "[I]I[/I] will go." S'Ondra insists. She strikes a determined pose, her bosom thrust out majestically. "It is [I]my[/I] people are imprisoned." "Zen I will go with you, [I]leibchen[/I]." A determined pose is somehow not as inspiring when the Doctor does it. "Is that wise, Doc? You're really more of a boffin than a scout." "Do not fret, Captain. I am sure S'Ondra will be able to keep me from exposing myself." "We both have a great deal of practise." Archie concurs. "Besides," Gustav continues "zere could be electronic sensors and ozzer technological devices to spot intruders around ze camp. I vill be needed to disable such things." Fury can see when he's beaten, "Fine, but stay out of sight, both of you." The camera remains with the Captain and Archie as they watch their two companions scramble down the embankment and begin to scurry across the field that surrounds the Targ camp. Even crouched over as they run, the two stick out like sore thumbs on the flat and empty plain, but BBC aliens are notoriously inattentive, and they make it to the only cover in sight - a small clump of bushes - without the alarm being raised. There is renewed activity in the camp as S'Ondra and Gustav settle into their hiding place. Two Targ carry a huge black cauldron from the corrugated iron building, then a third Targ bangs on the side with a ladle. Dozens of Venusians begin to assemble in response to the dull [I]clang[/I], and soon they are trooping past the cauldron in a line, each getting a ladle of yellowish gruel slopped into their cupped hands. Most shove their faces into their hands as they walk away, slurping up whatever strange food it is they have been served with as fast as they can. "[I]Gnyah![/I] They didn't even wash their hands!" Archie's body vibrates with horror at the unhygienic display. "Don't they know how many diseases they could catch?" "Don't burn out your circuits, old boy." Fury cautions, then suddenly groans in distress, "Damn it!" Six black-suited Targ come marching into the scene from the right of shot, following a dusty dirt track across the field. Within moments, they will be in the perfect position to spot Gustav and the Princess. "Turn around, S'Ondra ." Fury grits his teeth, as if mentally trying to warn the Princess of her peril, "[I]Turn around[/I]." The Captain's attempt at telepathy fails: one of the Targ soldiers suddenly calls out and points, and the six aliens rush forward and surround S'Ondra and Gustav before the two can even rise to their feet. Finding themselves covered by half a dozen readied disruptors, the pair raise their hands and slowly stand. "Damnation!" Fury swears again, pounding his fist on the dirt. The camera swoops down to the field as the Captain expresses his impotent fury, coming to rest on the defiant S'Ondra and Gustav. "How you escape?" one of the Targ demands in pidgin Venusian, poking his disruptor toward the Princess. "Escape?" S'Ondra looks blank. "You inside. Now outside! How?" "Zey zink you are your duplicate from zis reality, [I]leibchen[/I]." Gustav mutters out of the corner of his mouth, earning a barked command for "Silence!" from the Targ. "Not escape." S'Ondra glowers, "Seek sister here." "Seek sister?" The Targ prods her toward the camp gates, "Then good luck. You meet sister now." And with that, Gustav and S'Ondra are herded at gunpoint into Targ captivity. If you aren't a player in Q-Ship, don't forget to add your input to [url=http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?t=124358]this thread[/url]! (Players should stay out. Out, I say!) [/QUOTE]

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