“I will only speak to the old warrior.” The knife is held tight in her grip as Leela shifts from side to side. Half a dozen men face her. She could take them if need be but she would rather not try. They are trained in the ways of combat and will not go down easily.
“The old warrior, miss?” The man in front of the others speaks in a voice that is deceptively gentle. He has strength, this one, both in his body and his ability to control the others, but he is not the one she wants.
“I look for the man called Lethbridge-Stewart, and will talk to no other.” She knows this is the right place and the right time - she has listened well to the Doctor’s stories.
“I believe I may be of some assistance in this matter.” The group before her parts. The man who has come does not need the shiny baubles on his clothing for her torecognise what he is.
“You wear the scars of many battles and walk with pride.” There is a tug of attraction in her gut, but she ignores it. Now is not the time.
“Thank you, I think.” He holds out his hand in greeting. Leela switches her blade to her left hand and shakes with her right. His grip is firm, his eyes are honest. The Doctor picks his allies well. “I afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don’t know you.”
“I am Leela.” The other men are still watching her, but she only speaks to the one. “I have been sent by the Doctor.”
“I should have suspected as much. Would you care to come to my office and tell me what our friend is up to now?”
“He is not up to anything." He leads the way to the nearest building, and she follows. "The last time I saw him he was below the ground, in a cave.”
"Needs a bit of rescuing, does he?" The man chuckles. He knows the Doctor's ways as well as she does, it seems.
Leela/The Brig
“The old warrior, miss?” The man in front of the others speaks in a voice that is deceptively gentle. He has strength, this one, both in his body and his ability to control the others, but he is not the one she wants.
“I look for the man called Lethbridge-Stewart, and will talk to no other.” She knows this is the right place and the right time - she has listened well to the Doctor’s stories.
“I believe I may be of some assistance in this matter.” The group before her parts. The man who has come does not need the shiny baubles on his clothing for her torecognise what he is.
“You wear the scars of many battles and walk with pride.” There is a tug of attraction in her gut, but she ignores it. Now is not the time.
“Thank you, I think.” He holds out his hand in greeting. Leela switches her blade to her left hand and shakes with her right. His grip is firm, his eyes are honest. The Doctor picks his allies well. “I afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I don’t know you.”
“I am Leela.” The other men are still watching her, but she only speaks to the one. “I have been sent by the Doctor.”
“I should have suspected as much. Would you care to come to my office and tell me what our friend is up to now?”
“He is not up to anything." He leads the way to the nearest building, and she follows. "The last time I saw him he was below the ground, in a cave.”
"Needs a bit of rescuing, does he?" The man chuckles. He knows the Doctor's ways as well as she does, it seems.
"Doesn't he always?"
Requests: Ancelyn/Bambera, Brig/Doris