TARDIS FILES-- ENTRY 2

I was wrong. The planet isn't dying.

(clacking)

TARDIS FILES-- MUSTAFAR

Mustafar is a small volcanic planet located in the Mustafar System, situated between two Gas Giants in the Outer Rim Territories. It had an array of valueable minerals mined by the Techno Union, and was the headquarters of the Black Sun during the Clone Wars. The Mustafarian species lives in underground caves created by lava fleas as they ate through the planet's crust. Due to the planet-wide lava surface, all buildings are held up by gravity supports. Its capital city is Fralideja. 

After the wars, Mustafar was left to its own devices once again.

End of file.

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I somehow ended up on Mustafar, after all of the big war shebangs. I don't know how it happened, but Dad always talked fondly about how his TARDIS seemed to have a mind of its own. 

Anyway, I did a bit of snooping on the surface, but came up with nothing. Mustafar's as lava-y as ever. It seems abandoned. I'm going to fly up and examine it from bird's-eye view, though; I've got this weird feeling that there's more going on than I think . . . 

CAPTAIN'S LOG-- STARDATE 1.2

Communication lines broken. Engines badly damaged; we're in orbit. Fuses are still burning and are threatening to light something else on fire. Our scanners are damaged but workable. Still no sign of the assulters.

The attack has stopped for now. We're--

(Captain! Captain Hickok!)
(What, K'Tosh?)

(The sensors are picking ~~~ it's coming from ~~~)

We have located something, possibly the attackers. There is a large fortress on the planet below us, classified as 15019B. A landing party will be sent down to investigate.

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By the way-- anytime something's written in parentheses, it mean's it's happening off-camera, like pulling up a file or backround speech. If it has some of the ~~~~ things, it means the speech is garbled and can't quite be caught.

I'm sorry, guys! I was going to post another installment last night, but the internet conked out majorly! We only got it fixed a few hours ago. I probably won't be able to write anything tonight, and I can't promise one tomorrow either . . . but I can say definitely Monday, if not sooner.

Write I say! (This is Brookeira)

The next on your stack of papers is a handwritten account. It is written on frayed paper, gnawed at the edges, but the ink has not been harmed, if faded slightly. In spikey but incredibly legible handwriting, it reads:

This account is of the delivery of an incredibly dangerous artifact, delivered into incredibly dangerous hands. I doubt that I will get through this unscathed. While being an experienced smuggler, I have never dealt with so powerful a client, or so powerful an object. I fear my crew and I will not survive, once our duty has been completed. But we cannot argue; if we did, we would be even less likely to live.

Because of secrecy, I will not reveal any names. However, I will say we are nearing our destination. The cargo is safely locked away and guarded. I am surprised that we have not run into much security yet; however, I am certain it will triple as we near our destination.

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CUT SHORT! Sorry everyone. Let's call this a sneak peek.

TARDIS FILES-- ENTRY FOUR

There's quite a bit going on today. I never would have expected to make four entries in the Files in just one day. 

I landed in the ship but ran into a bit of trouble. They were on alert, you see, and I got caught by some guards. Obviously people were even more freaked, but I talked to their captain-- who's a Xexto, by the way, a real Xexto-- and showed him this baby and he believed me. I think he still suspects, though. If I'm not wrong, there's a guard standing right outside this door.

(The girl on the screen got up and walked out of sight. There was a creaking noise, a soft closing of a door, and she reappeared.)

I was right! But anyway, it looks as though they're being attacked by someone on Mustafar. I'm just about to ask permission to go the the bridge and report what I saw on my scanners. Saint out.

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The next in your stock of events is a video recording, apparently from the Endeavor itself. The image is slightly grainy, and the voices difficult to understand.

The scene is the bridge. A Xexto sits in the captain's chair, wearing Wild West gear. He appears to be deep in thought. A Caitian-- the Comm Officer-- sits, opening and closing frequencies, trying desperately to communicate with the unknown attackers. A dark-skinned woman with cranial ridges on her forehead and a long black braid is pacing.

The door whisks open and a girl of about sixteen steps in. She's of average height, with long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her hand is tapping against her leg-- one-two-three-four, beat, one-two-three-four, etc.

"Captain, I have a bit of . . . information I think you'll appreciate," she says. The words are meant to be soft, but they carry around the room.

"What is it?" asks the captain. His tone is slightly sharp. Obviously, the girl has not won his full loyalties.

"When I accidentally crash-landed on Mustafar, I did a scan of the planet--"
"Mustafar's too big to do a scan on," interrupts the First Officer, halting. "How in the world did you pull that off?"

"I have some pretty impressive technology," says Saint. She seems to stand up straighter.

"Of course you do," mutters Ariel, resuming her pacing.

"Anyway, I did a scan, and there's something big and active underground. I dunno if there's anyone living under there anymore, so it may all be nonsense. But I thought I should let you know, in case they were the ones who fired on you."

"There's a large building underground?" asks Captain Hickok.

"Yes."

"And this is planet 15019B, or Mustafar?"
"Yes."

He frowns. "I know what we're dealing with."

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IMPERIAL ASSULT FORCE-- BASE 15019B-- REPORT TRANSMITTED

All mineral ores have been mined in section 5b of the planet; the mission is complete. We intend to move out soon. However, a slight obstruction has arisen in the form of a Federation craft we believe is setting course towards Earth. Agent Nexus-6 cannot be obstructed. We intend to blow them out of the sky, but their defenses are strong.

IMPERIAL ASSULT FORCE-- BASE 1-- RESPONSE TRANSMITTED

Blast them out of the sky. The Federation cannot know of our plans.

IMPERIAL ASSULT FORCE-- BASE 15019B-- RESPONSE TRANSMITTED

Understood. Beginning fire.

*kicks thread* that was code for top!

SHIP'S RECORDING

"Captain! They've resumed fire!" calls Elizabeth from the controls. The screen does indeed show red laser beams coming full force from the volcanic planet below.

"Red alert," barks Hickok. "R'Mria, open me up to the whole of the ship."

"Ship's broadcasting systems open, sir."

"This is your captain speaking," says Hickok. "Everyone to battle stations. This is not a drill. I repeat, everyone to battle stations. This is not a drill."

"You said you knew who we were dealing with," presses Saint.

"My ship is under attack," replies Hickok.

"You can tell me a name."
"Ivalji Valjean."

"Who?"

"I told you a name."

The blonde turns away and makes to exit.

"Put phaser units on standby," says Hickok.

"Phaser units on standby, sir," replies Elizabeth.

"Fire phaser one," orders the captain.

"Firing."

In a moment, bolts of red light emerge from the starship and down into the planet. It does not seem to damage the attackers.

"Captain to engineering," says Hickok. "What's going on down there?"

A faintly Polish accent replies. "Major damage, sir. The orbit is decaying fast. We're going to crash."

"Can you activate the shields?"

"Not a chance."

"I can help," says Saint suddenly.

"Right," says Ariel, who has been silent this whole time. "In your tiny ship?"

"It's a TARDIS," replies Saint bluntly. "I'm a Time Lord. It's bigger on the inside."
Both Ariel and Hickok turn to stare.

"Impossible," says Ariel. "The Time Lords were destroyed with Gallifrey."

"I wasn't born on Gallifrey. I'm barely even twenty yet. My parents were prisoners on Skaro."

"Daleks don't keep prisoners."

"I don't know why they did. But that's my father's TARDIS. I fixed it and flew away from Skaro when the Daleks destroyed each other in their cross-fire. But that's besides the point. I've got a lovely ship that isn't damaged at all and could hold your whole crew easy. Do you want to save them?"

"Of course I do," says Hickok scornfully.

"Great. TARDIS in ten minutes. I doubt we even have that long."

"Seven minutes till crash, Captain," says the Polish voice on cue.

MEMORY BANKS. LOCATION: EARTH

The next video is in the point of view of an android, as it is his memory banks you are examining. The screen shows a humanoid person with black hair, green eyes, and a trenchcoat.

"Marvin!" barks the figure.

"What?" asks the android, from whose point of view you seem to be looking out of. His voice is incredibly mopey and whiney . . . for a robot.

"Have you located the girl yet?"

"Which one?" replies the android gloomily. "There are so many people I need to find. 'Marvin, find a cyborg dealer!' 'Marvin, find Zaphod Beeblebrox!' Would you like me to dunk my head in a  bucket of water? I could dunk my head in a bucket of water. I've done it before."

"No!" barks the figure, who is obviously regretting hiring the chronically depressed android. "Have you found the girl?"

"Yes," replies Marvin. "She lives right across the street."
"Then why didn't you tell me?!"
"You didn't ask," he says simply. "Do you still want me to dunk my head in a bucket of water?"

"I never wanted you to!"

"Oh. Okay." Marvin turns and suddenly is in what is obviously a corner. The screen goes blank. Evidently, he's switched himself off. 

One, TOP THREAD! Two, I have a teensy little request to make of you. I know Brookeira's still reading because of her requests for more, but are any of you others still lurking around? I just wanna make sure I'm not writing this for a one-person audience. A simple "I'm still here!" would do.

ELINA JAXON'S DIARY, ENTRY ONE

Today is the second worst day of my life.

Maybe that isn't true, really. Third worst day, maybe. Possibly fourth. But it's a bad day either way. 

First, I was paid a visit by a man in a trenchcoat. That alone surprised me, as real, non-upgraded people are hard to find. Earth is for androids, cyborgs, and aliens, and any responsible human is getting out of there and joining the Federation if they don't want to be killed brutally at a young age.

I should have realized just then that he was up to no good. Androids usually are, and I should have been able to tell he was an android, but it was hard because he looked so much like a human. The designers did a good job on him, I suppose. But either way, I thought that a real, non-cybernetic person who had survived through childhood would be a good ally, so when he asked me to follow him, I did.

It turned out he only led me right across the street. I've always had a vague fear of this place, because it's so broken. The cieling has fallen in more than once, and the wood is rotting obviously from the outside. Inside, though, it isn't too bad. The android somehow managed to rig up a room that is completely independent from the rest of the building-- it's cubed by sheets of some sort of metal. As soon as I got there, though, somebody pounced on me and shut me off, somehow. I'm back on, now, with two other people that I can't quite understand.

For the first, you have to imagine two that two rather alike people decided to literally attach themselves to each other at the sides. This man, who is currently pacing, yelling "I'm the ex-President of the Universe, man!", and saying "Marvin, shut up!" alternately, has two heads, three arms, and wears a lot of brightly colored clothing. When I came in, he told me his name was Zaphod Beeblebrox. 

The other is an android, and is almost exactly what you would imagine a robot to look like. He seems to be very depressed, which is also impossible. Zaphod said his name was Marvin.