1st Regeneration [Video]

[justthedoctor]

[The first place he went when he woke up in this strange, barren, mechanical world was right out to that junk pile he'd been told non-living things were dumped once they were brought here.

He's been searching for hours, and by the time he sits down to rest, he's covered in grime and filth and looking tattered and grouchy when he activates the communication device he was given.]

So. I wouldn't suppose any of you great, big, metal blokes would've seen a comparably-tiny blue box layin' about, would yah? About 7, oh, 8 feet high on the outside, much much bigger on the inside, with two little doors and a few windows all around, and a light right on top. She's my TARDIS, an' I'd really like 'er back. Don't go anywhere without 'er - well, guess you could say I can't go anywhere without 'er - she's my ship. Been together a long time, me an' her.

Oh. An' if Donna Noble's muckin' about, I'd really like it if someone could direct her to me, or vice versa. You out there, Donna? If you're in the TARDIS, send me a signal if you please. Be nice t'get back home. Oi, an' don't go muckin' with the controls! Don't want you gettin' lost in time an' space, you hear me???

[Gruff demeanor aside, it's obvious whoever, where-ever, and whenever Donna Noble is, he's actually pretty worried about her. He huffs softly to himself, glancing around the junk pile, and then back at the datapad after a moment of contemplation.]

Don' suppose any'a you great, big, metal blokes would have any bananas would you? I'm feelin' a little peckish and I ain't had anything to eat since I got here.

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[justthedoctor]

Aaah, lovely. The TARDIS's gotta be here, I'd know if it wasn't. I hope. [He shakes off his moment of doubt, squaring his shoulders and nodding once in determination.] I'll find 'er. Just gotta keep lookin'.

You would he correct. Donna is regular old humany wumany organic. She's a little shorter then me, er...reddy-browny-blondey hair, sort've ginger. Lucky girl, there, I've been hopin' to regenerate as a ginger for centuries, no luck yet. She's a bit if a larger woman, not particularly fat, mind you, healthy, good shape. And she's loud. And protesty. If she ain't happy, you know it.

[He frowns, a bit of the worry and upset over losing her showing through despite himself.] She's the best mate I've had in a long time, to be honest. I don't want anything t'happen to 'er. Promised her granddad I'd take care of 'er, and I never go back on my promises when I can avoid it.

I figure I can worry about the food thing later, after I've gotten things more sorted out. The TARDIS has plenty to eat, anyway, once I find her, I can work on eatin' and contacting Donna. Hopefully she still has her phone.

[invisiblepinkboat]

Maybe the Lambda has something to do with why you're not sure where... she... is. [It's not so much the thing that this human? is using a personal pronoun for his ship, but the somewhat possessive behavious displayed that throws her off. Elita just shrugs, frowning at the description.

Only part of it has any context or meaning to her, really.]

No, I can't remember seeing any red-haired human females around, which means she's either not here, or she is, but hasn't taken to the Link. If she's not here, that might be better, actually...

[Canned food, some water and the beginning of a garden or not, organic don't really belong on Cybertron.]

[justthedoctor]

[He just sighs and shakes his head, though he's quiet for a moment, contemplating that possibility. Those possibilities.]

I've had the TARDIS for almost as long as I can remember...last of 'er kind. Gotta stick together, us.

[And then he shakes his head again, seeming to steel himself determinedly and square his shoulders.]

An' no, Donna is better off here, with me, then stuck on Midnight without me an' the TARDIS to get her back to her own time an' planet, with a psychotic, homicidal, telepathic somethin' or other just waitin' for the right moment to sneak in an' start takin' over people's minds! She's a strong girl, a brave girl, but whatever it was I encountered yesterday nearly got me killed, an' I've been doin' this for almost a thousand years.

[invisiblepinkboat]

[She's quiet for a moment, and really, once again relieved that at least nothing had been immediately going on when she was yanked over here. Not that there might not be right at this moment, deca-cycles after the fact. Unless time did not match up here as it did elsewhere.]

I hope both of them are here, then, and you might be able to ask the Firstforged if you don't find them or any information...

[Then Elita's optics narrow and she looks the Doctor over through the feed.]

I was under the impression though that humans didn't live for little more than a vorn at the most... you look, but aren't human, then?

[justthedoctor]

Maybe. [Though he sighs.] Though I'd been hopin' t'find them an' be gone before it came to that.

Aaand...yeah, you would be correct. Not from Earth, though I've lived there a long time now. [Truth be told, he's usually not so forth-coming with information on himself, but the instant he'd woken up and started hearing word of "Primes" and "Cybertron" and all those other little words that pinged memories of amusing little kid's shows on Earth, he'd realized there was probably little need for secrecy. And being on another planet with a race of techno-organic creatures who were being swarmed by off-worlders meant one more alien was probably just one more alien, regardless of if it was the same as the others.] From a planet named Gallifrey, though I doubt your starmaps have any record of it. Not much left of it to map out even if we were in a Universe it existed in. I look human on the outside, but the genetic and physiological makeup gets a little muddled if you try an' compare us from a scientific standpoint. Lemme tell you, it's caused quite a few problems over the years. Can't list the number of times a medical doctor's seen me an' thought he could help me only t'screw it up!

[Don't even get him started on anesthetics and heart surgeries. He still has flashbacks to San Francisco, thankyouverymuch.]

[invisiblepinkboat]

If it was that easy, I think most of us would be gone already, even if the technology is somewhat lacking... But we've got scientists, so the biggest issue, I suppose, is actually getting the resources made into the parts needed...

[She taps her chinguard thoughtfully and then shakes her helm. Probably a bit harder than that, unfortunately.]


Ah, no, can't say I've heard of that planet... But that sounds frustrating, not to talk about dangerous. You can't reveal you're not human, I take it?

[Much like what they had to do on Earth/populated worlds.]