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Captain Jack Harkness looked at the man in front of him, standing with the Roald Dahl Plass behind him, Torchwood awaiting. "But I keep wondering," he paused for a second, pondering when the next time he would see the Doctor would be, "what about aging? Cause I can't die, but I keep getting older…the odd little grey hair? Y'know? What happens if I live for a million years?
The Doctor smiled at him, a bemused look on his face. "I really don't know."
Chuckling Jack continued. "Okay, vanity, sorry. Yeah, can't help it. Used to be a poster boy, when I was a kid, living in the Boeshane Peninsula. Tiny little place. I was the first ever to be signed up for the Time Agency. They were so proud of me. The Face of Boe, they called me." He smiled at the Doctor and Martha, "I'll see you." He turned and ran towards the entrance to the hub, ready to see his team again, after the year that never existed. Ianto, Gwen, Tosh. He even decided to forgive Owen for opening the Rift.
Back to the Rift, discovering what flotsam would come though next. He stopped, realizing something. Perhaps he could fix his time hopper. He pulled it out from his WWII trenchcoat. He walked over to where the event horizon of the rift emerged, feeling the hair on the back of his neck raise from the energy coursing though the area.
He smiled as the wrist device came to life. What help that would be incase he ever gets trapped in another time. Prevent the rift from having to be open again. Placing the device back in his pocket and turned, ready to resume work.
Placing his hand on the handle for the shack entrance, he felt something wrong. He couldn't tell what, except something wrong was about to happen. He looked around, trying to decide where the problem was coming from. He reached into his coat and grabbed the wrist device. Glowing a pulsing in colors, as a shift was about to occur.
"Oh sh-" Jack vanished through the portal.
Seconds later Ianto opened the door. "I'm sure I heard something." Shrugging, he pulled himself back inside.
As ship around her shook, klaxons blared, and blaster shots could be heard from the outside, Lillian Candella woke. Reaching for a hair band on the bed side table, the tied back her long brown hair. Her blue eyes scanned the room, seeing the door slide open, and an Officer of the Republic entered.
"Trask." She only knew that he was an Ensign and his name. "What's happening?"
"We've encountered a Sith fleet over Taris. We are overwhelmed and boarding parties are cutting us down. We need to find Bastilla and get to the Escape pods!"
"Bastilla." Lillian rolled the name around in her head, then finally remembering the Jedi. "Not too fond of her. She seems kind of naïve and quite controlling."
"Get dressed and grab a weapon! We need to find Bastilla!" Trask pointed over to the foot locker. "After all, you signed on with the republic to prevent charges on smuggling."
Sighing, Lillian moved out of her warm bed and started pulling on her clothes. "That I did." Opening the footlocker, she found a few things that must have been left by her roommate. She placed the cloaking generator around her wait, noting the looseness to it, as it slipped down a bit over her hip. She found only a simple blaster and short sword. "Not to much for a battle." She muttered, wishing to have her augmented concealed blaster in hand.
"Hurry! We must find Bastilla!" Trask informed her, yet again.
"Rather a linear train of thought you have." Lillian mused as Trask opened the door to the hall. Running past the damaged utility droid, ignoring something Trask was saying about a guy named Carth, she toyed with the lock on the next door, forcing it open, revealing a battle in the next hall.
Rolling across the floor, she could smell the ozone of blaster shot that nearly made contact with her flesh. Red jackets make good targets. Lillian dove behind a bulk head and aimed her blaster, taking the last Sith soldier in the head as the remaining Republic trooper fell to the ground. She was already salvaging for equipment when Trask finally caught up.
Sliding the next door open a little, Lillian slipped through, cloak activated. If she could make it to the next door with out the Sith troopers in here realizing.
The generator fizzled, and popped, the batteries dying. "Ah kriff." Throwing a stun grenade at the furthest group, she pulled out her short sword, the generator failing at that moment.
The closest Sith, still blissfully unaware of her presence, fell to her blade. The next one was ready though. His own vibro-sword was out as she reached him, Trask had entered finally, and took potshots at the stunned group.
Her own sword met vibrating metal. Her swings tried to connect but were met by the humming blade, making it impossible to hit. The Trooper was good. But she had plenty of tricks.
Spinning to her right, she gained momentum and the Vibro-sword blocked her, but she was hoping for that. Moving with all her strength to move the blade aside, she whipped out her blaster and shot. The blast rang through the air and the soldier fell to the ground, his mask blasted open, exposing the now-charred face underneath.
They made their way to the bridge, where explosions become more frequent, and helping clear out the boarding party inside.
"Bastilla's not here. She must have gone to the escape pods." Trask announced.
"Ya think? That's where I would go. Get off this kriffing ship."
Scavenging more weapons off the dead, Lillian placed the weaker blasters and swords in her bag. Now wielding the Vibroblade and the initial blaster, she pulled Trask through the next door, it closing right as a broken fragment of the ship rammed through the bridge, the sound of the bulkheads tearing ceasing suddenly as vacuum removed the air.
Lillian paused, adrenaline pulsing through her veins, hearing the slight whine of air leaking through the sealed door. "Stang." She grabbed Trask again and manhandled him to the next door, which strangely looked like the previous one. Across the room, the third door slide open, revealing a bald man, cloaked in black and silver.
"A dark Jedi!" Trask shouted, and breaking free of her hold, ran at the man, taking a sword off the ground. "I'll hold him off. You get to the escape pods."
Blinking, Lillian opened the door, leaving the sound of virtual light on steel behind her.
Lillian stopped before rounding the corner, the Sith at the end of the hall held a blaster that could tear through her flesh faster than a lightsaber through bantha butter. There was nothing to hide behind, and she didn't want to throw a frag, risking decompression.
She suddenly felt something…wrong. The feeling told her to turn around. As she did so, a shimmering white portal opened, dumping a man unceremoniously onto the floor.
"-it. Oh my head. I will never get used to that." The man stood, wearing strange clothing. Pants of a strange blue fabric, a light blue shirt, buttoned almost to the collar, a white shirt underneath. What was strangest was his coat - A large dark blue trenchcoat with four gold stripes on each shoulder. He's brown eyes looked at her and a small smile played at his lips. "Hello. Through all the trouble that thing has brought me, it's never thrown me at the feet of one so lovely."
Her eye twitching as she looked him up and down, from his strange shoes to his boyish face and grin and his brown tousled hair. "Who are you?"
"Captain Jack Harkness, at your service. Mind returning me the favor?"
She couldn't help but let out a giggle at the man's energy, such she had never seen before, "Lillian Candella. Scoundrel of the Republic."
"Ah. The Republic." He appeared to be thinking, biting his lip. He looked at something in his hand and cursed. "Won't work now. I wonder why?"
"If you don't mind. This ship is under attack…"
"Hold on. Am I still in the Milky Way Galaxy?"
"The what?" Lillian wondered what this galaxy was, though it did have a pretty name.
"That answers my question." He looked around and saw the Sith in the corner. "Who's the tin man over there?"
"A Sith trooper." This man must be from far away if he didn't know what the Sith were. "Don't go…he'll shoot."
"I can too." Removing something from his side, Lillian saw a flash of metal. "Cover your ears."
A loud sound cracked through the air, and she heard something hit the ground several feet away. Jack moved into the corner and spoke to her, though her hearing hadn't returned yet.
"I said 'We can go now'!" Jack yelled. The ringing in her ears subsided some. Moving out into the hall, she saw the trooper, body slumped on the floor, a hole in the forehead of the helmet. Catching Jack's hand before he replaced his weapon, she looked at the metal blaster.
"This isn't a blaster. What type of projectile does it use? Energy doesn't go through the armor like that in one shot." It looked like the old guns of settlements.
"A Chemical-combustion propelled piece of metal. Either your technology is weak, or it's gone so far, weapons of my level aren't expected. Happens a lot." He placed the gun back in his coat. "Now, let's continue before this ship…what type of ship is it?"
"Space?" she couldn't quite figure out what type of answer he was looking for, or what to make of him anyway. He seemed more, flamboyant, than most men she was used to.
"Decompresses with us in it." He started off at a run, taking a left towards the pods.
The next room they came to had a trooper inside, but Lillian's blaster took care of him quickly. Looking around, only a few foot lockers and a deactivated droid were in there with them. She busied herself with gathering the bacta and kolto packs in the lockers while Jack went towards the door.
He placed his hand on the lock when a prickle ht the back of Lillian's neck. "Wait." He stopped, and looked at her, waiting to know why. "Check the console right next to the door."
He smiled and hit a button on the console. A frown emerged. "Strange alphabet you have." Smiling again, he removed rather flimsy glasses, with a red lens and a blue lens. "I gift, from a friend of mine." He looked back at the console and grinned that goofy grin. "Much better. And thanks for the warning."
She walked over and saw what he was looking at. The next room held many troopers, too many to take on their own. "What should we do?"
"I'll let you decide." He looked at her, even goofier with the glasses, and that smile, she didn't know what to think about that smile.
"Um." She backed out of the video feed and linked over to the electrical mainframe. "Looks like I could blow out the energy panels in the room. That will kill or stun most or all of them."
"Then do it."
Glancing at the control panel she tried to remember the systems of the ship. She had spent days studying them, hoping to make good with the Republic by being an engineer, or escaping them again. "Here we go." With a few key strokes, she triggered the electricity, and switched back to the camera. Right as the explosion occurred.
"Excellent job. Even better than Tosh." Jack opened the door and stepped through. "Looks like this is the last room."
"Alright, let me grab some weapons." She found a few good blasters and a new vibro-blade. A prototype by the looks of it. She would be able to tell later.
When she finished, Jack opened the last door, and a man stood by the pods, waiting for them. "Lillian, you made it. Bastilla already made it off. We're the last two….who's this?"
"Captain Jack Harkness. At your service." The same grin appeared on his face and twinkle in his eye as when he saw her. Stranger and stranger.
"Carth Onasi. I don't remember seeing you on this ship before." He started glaring slightly, accusingly.
"I just arrived. Long story, and I don't want to be here as much as you do."
"He helped me escape Carth. I trust him."
"Alright. Get in the escape pod, I saved us one. It will be cramped though." Carth opened the door and let Lillian in first. Jack stepped in behind her and Carth jumped in last, closing the door behind them. "Let's go!"
The Pod left the dock right seconds before the ship exploded in a dazzling display of fire and light. The debris hitting the pod shook the tiny ship, throwing the occupants about.
Lillian suddenly found herself pitched forward, and in what seemed like slow motion, her head went towards a bulkhead. She couldn't stop moving then - a sharp pain, a flash of white, and she knew no more.