It hadn't, Drift had sighed to himself at the time, been one of his finer moments, but there were far worse things than being unexpectedly grabbed by a mass of prehensile organic tendrils and dangled upside down until he could jerk his sword free and hack himself loose. The only thing that had really suffered had been his dignity, and the laughter of the others was surprisingly comfortable, a joke shared in the re-telling with nothing of the sharp barbs that the Decepticon humor he was used to had had.
The fact that they had soundly trounced a 'Con offensive on the third moon of the Omicron system's lone gas giant the cycle after had raised everyone's spirits considerably, and the good mood had lasted nearly a decacycle. No one had thought to connect the two events.
No one thought about it the second time, either, with the tentacled trees of Pyrsis (no one had even known they were prehensile; Perceptor had been fascinated and had confiscated the resulting organic samples) and the surprise encounter two cycles afterwards with the Decepticon light war cruiser class ship, which had become an ex-Decepticon former cruiser. Kup had broken out the high grade after that one.
Or the third time, with the aggressive and apparently ferrovorous anemones of the unfortunately mostly water world of Yjinth, where they had had to touch down to make repairs to the ship's engine. That had involved both Drift and Springer, though Drift had been grabbed first, and an extensive amount of solvent cleansing afterwards to rinse the mineral heavy ocean water out of their systems. Springer had complained about water logged weaponry for cycles afterwards.
Torchwood - Tosh with Pete's world Torchwood
Some alarm in the machines that are monitoring her must have gone off somewhere because a doctor comes in shortly after that. He is tall and lanky, with a weathered face and a gentle if distracted smile, and he is not Owen. He pats her hand where it lays on pristine white hospital sheeting and assures her that she will be alright and the 'situation' is under control.
Tosh doesn't believe a word of it. Especially not because there is a tastefully embossed T made of interlocking hexagons on the plastic badge that is pinned to the pocket of his scrubs, underscored with an equally tasteful scripted L1, and Torchwood London is gone, gone, GONE.
There are no windows. There is only the one door. She is hurt but has no idea how badly, the sensation and her reflexes numbed by drugs. She is unarmed and has no idea where she is (or why she isn't dead).
She wonders why she ever thought dying would be the end. Torchwood, she thinks, transcends death, and once you belong to it you can't ever leave.
No windows, no doors, no weapons, unknown status, and a Torchwood that can't exist. Tosh puts on her very best harmless smile, the one that says 'geek' and 'innocent' and 'Japanese highschool girl', and asks to speak to Jack.
... And that's just the wip folder on my iPad. ^_^ which is, incidentally, harder to use to post to lj then you'd expect. x_x
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It hadn't, Drift had sighed to himself at the time, been one of his finer moments, but there were far worse things than being unexpectedly grabbed by a mass of prehensile organic tendrils and dangled upside down until he could jerk his sword free and hack himself loose. The only thing that had really suffered had been his dignity, and the laughter of the others was surprisingly comfortable, a joke shared in the re-telling with nothing of the sharp barbs that the Decepticon humor he was used to had had.
The fact that they had soundly trounced a 'Con offensive on the third moon of the Omicron system's lone gas giant the cycle after had raised everyone's spirits considerably, and the good mood had lasted nearly a decacycle. No one had thought to connect the two events.
No one thought about it the second time, either, with the tentacled trees of Pyrsis (no one had even known they were prehensile; Perceptor had been fascinated and had confiscated the resulting organic samples) and the surprise encounter two cycles afterwards with the Decepticon light war cruiser class ship, which had become an ex-Decepticon former cruiser. Kup had broken out the high grade after that one.
Or the third time, with the aggressive and apparently ferrovorous anemones of the unfortunately mostly water world of Yjinth, where they had had to touch down to make repairs to the ship's engine. That had involved both Drift and Springer, though Drift had been grabbed first, and an extensive amount of solvent cleansing afterwards to rinse the mineral heavy ocean water out of their systems. Springer had complained about water logged weaponry for cycles afterwards.
Torchwood - Tosh with Pete's world Torchwood
Some alarm in the machines that are monitoring her must have gone off somewhere because a doctor comes in shortly after that. He is tall and lanky, with a weathered face and a gentle if distracted smile, and he is not Owen. He pats her hand where it lays on pristine white hospital sheeting and assures her that she will be alright and the 'situation' is under control.
Tosh doesn't believe a word of it. Especially not because there is a tastefully embossed T made of interlocking hexagons on the plastic badge that is pinned to the pocket of his scrubs, underscored with an equally tasteful scripted L1, and Torchwood London is gone, gone, GONE.
There are no windows. There is only the one door. She is hurt but has no idea how badly, the sensation and her reflexes numbed by drugs. She is unarmed and has no idea where she is (or why she isn't dead).
She wonders why she ever thought dying would be the end. Torchwood, she thinks, transcends death, and once you belong to it you can't ever leave.
No windows, no doors, no weapons, unknown status, and a Torchwood that can't exist. Tosh puts on her very best harmless smile, the one that says 'geek' and 'innocent' and 'Japanese highschool girl', and asks to speak to Jack.
... And that's just the wip folder on my iPad. ^_^ which is, incidentally, harder to use to post to lj then you'd expect. x_x