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[championoftime]

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[Set to right after the explosion.] You- the ship! There's something happening to the ship.

[He's sounding panicked. About as panicked as he was when Frostmourne was on the loose.] The old girl! She's scared! I can hear it! I need to- Admiral! Take me back at once! Admiral please!

They're eating it alive!.

[Private to the Admiral | Text]

Please send Rex somewhere else. Please let him leave. I don't ask for him. I ask for all the people he's been harming. Please just allow it, let the world be his salvation.

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[timesbureaucrat]

Doctor, we have to get the TARDISes out of there! [Panic has Narvin stating very obvious and useless things.]

[championoftime]

Why don't I flap my arms with suitable enthusiasm and I'll fly us up there. It seems to be the only way we can because the Admiral's not responding!

[timesbureaucrat]

You do that.

Or we could make some sort of remote dematerialization... [And he looks around at the Art Deco early 20th century decor and matching technology around him. A couple of Time Lord *might* be able to create something out of this. But not quickly. Not nearly fast enough.]

Damn this primitive trash! [Narvin looks like he might try flapping after all. Simply because he doesn't see other options and he's desperate.]

[championoftime]

Remote access won't work with mine. I locked her up tight after discovering the Master absconded with her from my Fifth self.

[He'll tie a string to you Narvin, and we can flutter to the ship on pure desperation.]