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lindenharpTitle: The Weapons Officer's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: I wish all of you a happy and healthy 2009.
Took me a while to get acclimated. My predecessor wouldn't train me. Idiot had scruples about random civilian targets. Gutsy bastard, though -- he didn't scream until the very end.
I played with some really cool toys before the incident that got me discharged, but nothing compares to this stuff. UNIT incorporated alien technology. Before the strike, we dive low. The Master likes to watch. I can almost smell the smoke.
It's December 31. The Master is drinking champagne. There's another human custom he wants to observe, so we're in low orbit, following midnight around the globe.
I love fireworks.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: PG
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: I wish all of you a happy and healthy 2009.
Took me a while to get acclimated. My predecessor wouldn't train me. Idiot had scruples about random civilian targets. Gutsy bastard, though -- he didn't scream until the very end.
I played with some really cool toys before the incident that got me discharged, but nothing compares to this stuff. UNIT incorporated alien technology. Before the strike, we dive low. The Master likes to watch. I can almost smell the smoke.
It's December 31. The Master is drinking champagne. There's another human custom he wants to observe, so we're in low orbit, following midnight around the globe.
I love fireworks.