03][I'm not afraid of getting hurt but I'm not strong any way for that

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[The first abnormal factor that can be noticed is that when Romana abruptly arrived on the Astral Plane was that she was not wearing her Presidential Robes. The crest still hung from her neck on the black cord but she had traded them in for a more comfortable attire of a blue blazer and matching pants, a button down stripped shirt and a pair of black heels.

The second is that the Lady President appears to be rather frazzled with a slight hint of singed fabric. There are some tears in her cloths and a sizable scorch hole in her left pant leg. Around her throat another bruise can be see forming, hardly complimenting her pale skin. A few scratches aside, though, she isn’t seriously harmed. But the prize of this display is that in her right hand she appears to be holding some sort of small torch-sized power pack while the other hand was holding an arm with a white sleeve and fingers stiff with the exception of the index that still twitched ever few micro-spans.

All in all the Lady President apparently had quite the day if her disgruntled expression was anything to go by.

Without saying a word she deposited both the arm and power pack onto the table that came with her before dropping into the chair that matched. A hand running through her blond hair Romana heaved a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, head tilted back over the chair’s back.]

Why were they even there? It just doesn’t make any sense… The Drale had nothing that would be of any use to them!

[After a moment of just thinking the Time Lord finally sits up and stares at the two components she brought with her to the plane. After a full minute of staring she sets to work, fiddling with the power pack and the arm.]

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[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Examining the components with an expression of puzzlement] ...Who?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Her fingers are preoccupied with opening a circuitry hatch in the arm, pulling at some wiring to loosen their grip.] Movellan.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Still looking blank] ...Oh, okay.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[The index finger twitched but the arm was otherwise immobile while she worked.] They are a race of Androids from my reality.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Stares at the finger] ...Oh, that's worrying.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[With a bit of work she starts to connect the wires from the arm to the power pack, all the while being careful not to cause any sparks from her fiddling.] They can be when they want to.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

How often do they want to?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

More often than I would prefer. [Zap spark.] Ow--!

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Nurse!Brigitta on standby!] Are you alright?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes, I'm all right - just a little shock, that was all.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta doesn't trust electricity at all] You're sure?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Connect that wire to this one..] I'm perfectly sure.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

Oh, good [Goes back to looking blank]

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[After a few more seconds there is a sudden low hum to be heard. Now all of the digits are twitching, drumming against the table. Romana immediately grabbed hold of it at the elbow the moment it tried to start pulling itself away.] Oh no you don't!

[contract_star]

Romana? What happened?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Still she works on the arm until the power pack is attached again and the arm starts to twitch, all the whole keeping a firm hold of it.] A peace meeting gone wrong, you could say.

[contract_star]

[Staring at the arm.] Very wrong, from the looks of things.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Romana maintained her tight grip of the arm, never taking her eyes off it.]

It was only supposed to be a meeting with the Drale to discuss relations between their people and my own. [It was flailing for a moment or two before it suddenly ceased to function. It went limp at the elbow and hung there in her hands.]

... again. It did it again.

[contract_star]

[Somewhat confused.] What...is that, exactly?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Examining the arm and then the power pack, she frowns. Her throat is still sore but she ignores it.] It's an arm of a Movellan, a race of androids where I am from.

[contract_star]

Androids. [That's slightly less horrifying, then.] And they objected to the peace talks?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Disconnecting the wires only to plug them back in, the results are a few seconds of fingers twitching before it repeats it's shut down.] To be more precise, they were interested in the Drale. But why that is is beyond me...

[contract_star]

The...Drale, was it? They don't think the Time Lords did this, do they?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

No, no. [Shaking her head.]

The Drale are a peaceful race only interested in the preservation of history. What I can't understand is what use the Movellans would have for it! Their programming is based entirely on combat logic. They don't care about history or anything but to continue their goal of universal domination.

[Sighing.] Not unlike the Daleks, either.

[contract_star]

Daleks...I think the Doctor mentioned them. At least the peace talks weren't too badly disrupted, though.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Her tone suddenly becomes very bitter. It's like when she speaks she has a bad taste in her mouth that she would rather be rid of.] The Daleks are rather difficult to forget.

But the talks were fine. It was the aftermath of it did they arrive.

[contract_star]

I got that sense from him. Them.

I see. [Nods at the arm.] Will that be able to help you? They're androids...would you be able to pull any data from that?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Leaving the arm alone she leaned back in her chair and sighed.] We already have a sufficient amount of data in regards to them. I merely took it with me to help test a theory I have about this Astral Plane.

[contract_star]

Ah. That you can bring things here, you mean?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Head shake.] That technology is unable to function properly, if at all, here.

[contract_star]

Usually it does function. All of the kitchen appliances work fine.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[She grabs hold of the power pack and begins to disconnect the wiring from the warm.] Simpler forms of technology are able to function, yes. But that isn't what concerns me.

[Once the pack was removed she examined it carefully in her hands.] No, what concersn me is that higher levels, more sophisticated tech cannot function for very long here on the Plane. K9 continued to shut down when I last brought him here and now this, android tech, can't even work even with a fully-charged power supply.

[contract_star]

That's...unusual. Any ideas as to what's causing it?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

A few but... [She tosses the power pack up and down in her hand as she thinks.] It is something I may just have to ask our experimenters about in person. That is if they accept my request for a summons.

[contract_star]

They usually come when called, but they never give direct answers.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

They wouldn't be the first beings for me to deal with in cryptic speech.

[contract_star]

Just be careful with them. They're businessmen at heart; they'll try to rope you into doing something for them, or giving something up.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[A wry smile slowly appears at this.] And that, Hei, is the world of politics through and through.

[contract_star]

[He can't help a snort.] Then you should be just fine.

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[Looking down at the immobile arm she chuckles.] I would imagine so.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Brigitta totally jumped a few feet away just then... And is now trying to look innocent] It's not dangerous is it?

[tastefulfashion.livejournal.com]

[No sooner had the arm sprung to life however it just as quickly fell limp in her hands, dangling in the air.] ... I would have to say that it is not.

[oldoldghost.livejournal.com]

[Relieved] Oh, very good.