𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅱ [✓]

Midnight Pt. 2

There are two men in the compartment, when the Doctor and {Y/N} enter the cockpit.

"Sorry. If you could return to your seat, sir, ma'am."

"Company insurance. Let's see if we can get an early assessment. So, what's the problem, Driver Joe?" the Doctor asks.

"We're stabilising the engine feeds. Won't take long."

"Er, no, because that's the engine feed, that line there, and it's fine. And it's a micropetrol engine, so stabilising doesn't really make sense, does it? Sorry. I'm {Y/N} this is the Doctor, we're very clever. So, what's wrong?"

"We just stopped. Look, all systems fine, everything's working, but we're not moving" the Doctor scans with his screwdriver.

"Yeah, you're right. No faults. And who are you?"

"Claude. I'm the mechanic. Trainee."

"Nice to meet you."

"I've sent a distress signal. They should dispatch a rescue truck, top speed."

"How long till they get here?"

"About an hour."

"Well, since we're waiting, shall we take a look outside? Just lift the screens a bit?" the Doctor says.

"It's a hundred percent Xtonic out there. We'd be vaporised."

"Nah. Those windows are Finitoglass. They'd give you a couple of minutes. Go on, live a little."

"Well" they raise the front screen.

"Wow."

"Oh, that is beautiful" the Doctor murmurs.

"Look at all those diamonds. Poisoned by the sun. No-one can ever touch them."

"Joe, you said we took a detour?" {Y/N} says.

"Just about forty kliks to the west."

"Is that a recognised path?"

"No, it's a new one. The computer worked it out on automatic."

"So, we're the first. This piece of ground. No one's ever been here before. Not in the whole of recorded history" the Doctor says.

"Did you just? No, sorry, it's nothing."

"What did you see?" {Y/N} asks.

"Just there. That ridge. Like, like a shadow. Just, just for a second."

"What sort of shadow?" beep, beep, beep.

"Xtonic rising. Shields down."

"Look, look. There it is, there it is. Look, there."

"Where? What was it?" the shields close.

"Like just something shifting. Something sort of dark, like it was running."

"Running which way?" {Y/N} asks.

"Towards us."

"Right, Doctor, {Y/N}, back to your seats. And, er, not a word. Rescue's on its way. If you could close the door. Thank you" Sky is waiting by the door as the Doctor and {Y/N} come out.

"What did they say? Did they tell you? What is it? What's wrong?" Sky asks.

"Oh, just stabilising. Happens all the time" {Y/N} says.

"I don't need this. I'm on a schedule. This is completely unnecessary" Sky says.

"Back to your seats, thank you" the hostess goes into the cockpit.

"Excuse me, Doctor, {Y/N}, but they're micropetrol engines, aren't they?"

"Now, don't bother them" Hobbes says.