Shop Girl with a Kick

"Oh, you don't give me enough credit, Doctor. I'm quite capable of taking care of myself. Why do you think I'm not dead? Those few years that you were gone would have seen me to my grave if I didn't change my attitude and perspective on life." Mal was still smiling faintly, watching the Time Lord and bobbing her crossed leg up and down lightly. She listened to him then, narrowed her eyes and began to shake her head, "You don't understand a thing, do you? I remember, thank you very much, and I'm not longer running away from anything. I'm running towards it, embracing everything, my past, present, future, all of it. You are the one running, yes, but I advise you learn to do as I have. Consume who you are, Doctor, become one with your demons, befriend them. Look where they can get you, look who they can save. Well, only if you chose that path."

The Doctor was already out the door by the time she finished, causing her to lean back further in the jumper seat and laugh. Oh, he was interesting, wasn't he? Why would he leave her alone in his beloved blue box? Mal stood and walked over to the console, stroking it and humming, "Who is she, Lady? You can tell me, you've helped me out before. That girl... one way or another I'll find out and you know that, don't you? He says you can see every possibility of the future... if that's the case what do you make of my plans?" She didn't wait for an answer, just started to laugh again before walking over to a twisted coral piece and placing a hand on it.

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The military personnel was on the scene in only a half hour's time. People were being pushed back, roads blocked off, and people questioned. What had exactly gone on? If these bombs were faulty they could go off and devastate the land they had intended to destroy the first time. Specialists were setting up near the large weapons, preparing themselves mentally to open up and disassemble them. With a calming breath and a radioed command, each squad began to work on their respective tasks in sync. All over London they began to unfasten the bolts keeping the bombs together.

It was loosened enough that a young man knew he would be able to open it up. He became nervous, started to sweat and breathe deeply to keep his composure. With a shaky hand he reached out to grasp the metal plate but it was blown off before he could reach it, sending him toppling backwards and groaning in pain. The force behind the action started to crawl out of its shelled container. The beast had thin grey hair covering it's body, gnarled teeth that protruded from its mouth, talons that curled to fine points, and a torso that was hunched, allowing the broad beast to use its forearms in the case of sprinting.

People all around London began to scream and panic once again as the alien race crawled their way out of the pods and started to attack whoever or whatever was nearest to them. Guns began to fire, orders sharply commanded, tanks prepped to make a show to fend off the infestation.

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All the while Mal was stroking the coral of the TARDIS, eyes closed as she listened to the outside world. Brilliant. That's all she really needed. Lifting up her wrist she pressed the button to the Manipulator only to find it wasn't working. Her eyes narrowed to pinpoints, she glared at the console and hissed, "Honestly?"

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Gunfire and now explosions joined in the chorus of terror. The beasts cried out, the sound a deep reverberation roar that twined with a high pitched shriek. Soldiers kept firing, the beasts delayed in their advance but never fell. People were attacked, the large claws on the alien-like creatures easily dispatched whomever was unfortunate enough to get in the way.

Mal gave up on her manipulator, instead striding to the double doors and reaching into the pocket of her jacket. She pulled out the radio device and stuck it in her ear. "I need you to get me to your location immediately. Time's-a-wastin' and we need to start the prep... Do you honestly think I care?..... Well just be lucky you're on the greener side of the fence. Now transfer me!..... What do you mean you can't. She growled, ripping the device from her ear and bursting out of the TARDIS, glaring around blindly as she spat, "Useless twat."

Wiping at her nose, she glanced at the Doctor and Ramona, a quirk of her mouth causing the dangerous look in her eyes to fade. Without a word to them she began to stride away, towards the latter that would lead her to ground level. There was nothing Mal had to fear in going down there. The beasts were her people after all. That thought amused her greatly, causing her to chuckle as she brushed the hair from her eyes. "Give it five minutes and we'll be good to go."