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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 13 2009, 11:23 AM Post #1 |
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cont from: Main Level: Computer Stations > Incursion Jack spoke hurriedly and quietly as they went on. "Retcon isn't going to do it -not when I've got memories of Adam strechign back eight years." He could't lose that much. He wouldn't - so he'd have to find another way. "But whatever Adam is, he's not the only things out there to fight mind-to-mind," Jack turned to Ianto. "The low-temperature secure archives. When was the last time you were there?" Torchwood's archives stretched levels deep and held everything from children's toys of the future to fragile organic life forms. The low-temperature levels, for things unable to survive Earth's fetid atmosphere, were located six levels below the Hub proper. Sealed and self-sustaining, the rooms were usually ignored except for the few cases when a new item needed to be added. This time, though, Jack wanted something he hoped was still viable. Edited by Captain Jack Harkness, Dec 13 2009, 11:31 AM.
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| Ianto Jones | Dec 13 2009, 01:42 PM Post #2 |
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"The low-temperature secure archives. When was the last time you were there?" Ianto half-smiled in the dark and reached into his chest pocket for his diary. He had an open entry called Archive Additions, which had dated notes and artefact classifications. They'd be gibberish to anyone else without a cross-reference document. "A month ago... no, 24 days," Ianto said, squinting at the pages as he aimed his torch. "PW-PI-349-09. That's a Probable Weapon, Pending Identification. I recall something that looked like a, well, an ammunition belt or magazine full of gel bullets, but it was unclear what sort of weapon they fed into to or what affect the substance had on people. Tosh analysed the chemistry and Owen did some tests on rodents, but it didn't have any measurable effect on them, and we came up blank and locked it up in case it was vulnerable to temperature changes. "We also archived UO-PI-349-10. Unidentified Object," he muttered. "I don't remember anything about that one, sorry." |
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| Martha Jones | Dec 14 2009, 07:41 AM Post #3 |
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Martha followed Jack and Ianto closely while avoiding stepping on anyone's heels. She was willing to do whatever was necessary to help Jack defeat Adam and get him out of their minds and out of Mainframe. She just hoped Jack had a plan. "Retcon isn't going to do it -not when I've got memories of Adam strechign back eight years," Jack said grimly. "But whatever Adam is, he's not the only things out there to fight mind-to-mind." Martha nodded, remembering a species of alien the Doctor had mentioned to her in passing once. They weren't violent or evil, but as a rule they didn't bother observing human manners around mental and psychic boundaries, which tended to cause problems when humans encountered them. She didn't know what, if anything, could harm such non-physical beings, but it was obvious that Jack had something in mind. She listened to his conversation with Ianto about the artifacts in the secure archives and hoped that, whatever Jack's plan was, it would be effective. "What do you need me to do, Jack?" she asked. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 14 2009, 10:31 AM Post #4 |
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"A month ago... no, 24 days," Or course, it was all in Ianto's book. Jack really needed to take a look at that thing. Jack nodded, satisfied. "Well, if Gwen's right, that means you've not been in the archives when Adam was here and that means everything there should be untouched. That means the matrix should be just where I left it." He waved away the mystery object and the gel slugs as something to deal with later. The freight elevator waited at the end of the hall but Jack took a sharp turn to the stairwell beside it. "Hope you're both in good shape," he said with a quick smile before shoving the door open and heading down the first tight turn. Narrow and not particularly safe, it wound through levels 1-8 and couldn't be affected by Mainframe's systemic control of the Hub's defenses. Much. "What do you need me to do, Jack?" Martha asked and Jack couldn't help but smile over his shoulder at her. She'd be steady at his back. Whatever else could be said about the Doctor's companions – and some of them were strange – every one of them was willing to step up when needed. Jack's gaze flicked sharply between Ianto and Martha but there was no help for it. "Did the Doctor ever give you any psychic training? Did UNIT?" "Unfortunately, we can't just shoot anyone," Jack gave Martha a wry smile, knowing that as far as she – and the Doctor would have been – was concerned, it wasn't unfortunate at all. "Except each other and so, no guns. But if this physic matrix we found awhile back hasn't evaporated, we can use it to get Adam where he lives – inside our minds." Jack kept heading down as he talked, his voice echoing in the little used stairwell. They passed a bit of graffiti from the fifties; beat poetry, and a shadowy memory of Greg down here, on his knees with Jack's cock in his mouth. It made Jack glance back, wondering, at Ianto. Had they done that? Really? And why? Ianto was too screwed up and Jack was too lazy. And that made him wonder, in turn, what Ianto was really like – if he was different than everything Jack remembered and, in turn, that made him wonder how different he really was. Jack nearly missed the next step, staggering as the ground seemed to fall out from under him. What were any of them like? Bracing a hand against the wall, he cleared his throat. "We can use the matrix to access Adam directly," he hoped. "Those old Darkovan technicans used to fight wars in their minds and they used tools like the matrix to do. Of course, we don’t have their training or their genetics but at least they were human-variants, not completely alien. I think we'll all live." ooc: I've got an idea for a thing to happen in the stairwell, adventure-wise, so don’t take us all the way out. I'll email. |
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| Ianto Jones | Dec 14 2009, 10:22 PM Post #5 |
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"Hope you're both in good shape," Jack said as they followed along. Ianto glanced at Martha, wondering how much she'd told Jack about the anomalies she's seen on his brain scans. "Did the Doctor ever give you any psychic training? Did UNIT?" Ianto broke in at Jack's question. "I have. At Torchwood One. Some basic training was provided to everyone at a certain hire level. I was... well, I wasn't senior. I didn't get a tonne of field training." Ianto paused. "Martha said I've sustained some very recent damage - memory centres. I'm not certain if that would affect any prior training of that type." He didn't add that brain damage and other anomalies sometimes closed off sectors of the brain, but other areas were sometimes enhanced to make up for that, with savants, for example. He'd always been fascinated by people who couldn't speak or interact socially with others but could solve mathematical problems with ease, or pick up an instrument and play like a virtuoso. The brain was an odd thing. He just wished his own didn't feel like it was his worst enemy at the moment. |
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| Martha Jones | Dec 15 2009, 07:54 AM Post #6 |
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"Hope you're both in good shape," Jack said with a quick smile just before he opened the door to a dark and narrow stairwell. She wasn't sure how Ianto's recent injuries would affect his physical performance in a potential combat situation, but he was probably fit enough to handle a long climb up stairs at least. And while she hadn't been running or getting much workout time lately, she was still in good physical condition. "Did the Doctor ever give you any psychic training? Did UNIT?" Jack asked her. Ianto answered first, and mentioned the damage she'd found in his brain scan. Martha nodded, confirming his report. "If Adam has been altering our memories, that could account for what I saw when I examined Ianto earlier. But he's right, there's no way to tell if his previous training was affected by it without skills testing. "I got some psychic training from both," she continued, answering Jack's earlier question. "Mostly blocking and shielding, but some projection and receiving as well. I don't think anyone travels with the Doctor for long before running into some sort of psychic phenomenon, and he wanted me to be prepared for it. Then UNIT gave me more specific training because I was handling artifacts from the Year, and policy requires a certain level of psychic training when dealing with items of alien origin. Just in case." As they descended the stairs, Jack told them about a psychic matrix he'd placed in the cold storage archive some time ago. She had no idea how they'd use it, but she trusted Jack to guide them. He seemed to have some personal knowledge and experience with the matrix, and that would have to do. They didn't have many other options for fighting a non-corporeal being that had escaped into their computer, after all. |
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| Captain Jack Harkness | Dec 15 2009, 11:29 AM Post #7 |
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"Martha said I've sustained some very recent damage - memory centres. I'm not certain if that would affect any prior training of that type." Jack looked at them both, brows raised. "Well, in this case I'd say we all share your predicament. And there's not much to do about it except go on and deal with the fallout later." He put his shoulder to the door down on sub-level six and shoved it open. It always stuck. Sub-level six wasn't exactly a highly traveled part of the Hub, it was mostly semi-secure archive storage, most of it useless in Earth's gravitational field, or its magnetic field or oxygen based atmospheres. Under the emergency lighting, shadows were heavy in the corners and the recessed doorways were dark and forbidding. They stepped out into the hallway proper and the stairwell door swung shut with a heavy, double-locking thunk. "That's not so good," Jack said mildly, hand to his wristband. Ahead, the three way intersection that was the turn-off to the low temperature storeroom was blocked by an emergency door, the light above blinked red, indicating locked status. |
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