[OOC: Even if more people join in, feel free, but I'm going to have Jack respond anyway. Reminder that canon powers are restored, since he's asking.]
"Follow me," Jack starts, leading the group to an alcove, underneath a set of metal stairs made of that same grating material. The echoing sounds of footsteps can still be heard, but this is enough to keep them out of direct sight. He turns and eyes over the group carefully, seeing who he has with him. There is still a note of fear in his eyes, in his voice, but he is trying to shove it down. Be the Captain these people need you to be, Harkness.
His voice is low but insistent. "All right, I'm only going to go through this once. Welcome to the HMS Valiant, best thing I can compare it to from Crystallis is the airships, but more complicated. We're even higher up than those things go, though, so anybody wanting to take the shortcut off here? That trip's going to end in a sudden stop."
"I don't understand why we're here, but everything here is dangerous. Guy in charge is a nutball calling himself the Master. Time Lord, but absolutely psychopathic and ruthless. Also psychic. That's how he's got control of the guards on board, and of these things called the Toclafane." Jack cranes his neck and falls silent for a second as it almost sounds like a patrol is coming close, but the footsteps recede.
"You see any flying metal spheres, just get away from them. They can and will kill you in an instant. Ruthless, and they kill because it's fun. Technically, their minds are human inside, just regressed to about five year-olds. No idea if we can make use of that, but only other way one has ever been taken out was with a direct bolt of lightning."
"There is a way off of here, but to get to it, we need the Doctor. Friend of mine. And he's being held up on the Bridge. It's going to be hard to get there, and this distraction is only going to last another few minutes." Said wryly, but he knows exactly what's going on here.
"So, plans? Ideas? Anybody got, I don't know, mind control, telepathy, illusions? What do we have to work with here? I-" Jack reaches out a hand, and he tries to cast one of his Dark Knight abilities. Nothing. He shakes his head. "Nothing. Can't cast anything."
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"Follow me," Jack starts, leading the group to an alcove, underneath a set of metal stairs made of that same grating material. The echoing sounds of footsteps can still be heard, but this is enough to keep them out of direct sight. He turns and eyes over the group carefully, seeing who he has with him. There is still a note of fear in his eyes, in his voice, but he is trying to shove it down. Be the Captain these people need you to be, Harkness.
His voice is low but insistent. "All right, I'm only going to go through this once. Welcome to the HMS Valiant, best thing I can compare it to from Crystallis is the airships, but more complicated. We're even higher up than those things go, though, so anybody wanting to take the shortcut off here? That trip's going to end in a sudden stop."
"I don't understand why we're here, but everything here is dangerous. Guy in charge is a nutball calling himself the Master. Time Lord, but absolutely psychopathic and ruthless. Also psychic. That's how he's got control of the guards on board, and of these things called the Toclafane." Jack cranes his neck and falls silent for a second as it almost sounds like a patrol is coming close, but the footsteps recede.
"You see any flying metal spheres, just get away from them. They can and will kill you in an instant. Ruthless, and they kill because it's fun. Technically, their minds are human inside, just regressed to about five year-olds. No idea if we can make use of that, but only other way one has ever been taken out was with a direct bolt of lightning."
"There is a way off of here, but to get to it, we need the Doctor. Friend of mine. And he's being held up on the Bridge. It's going to be hard to get there, and this distraction is only going to last another few minutes." Said wryly, but he knows exactly what's going on here.
"So, plans? Ideas? Anybody got, I don't know, mind control, telepathy, illusions? What do we have to work with here? I-" Jack reaches out a hand, and he tries to cast one of his Dark Knight abilities. Nothing. He shakes his head. "Nothing. Can't cast anything."