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[It's been a day or so since the battle and the Doctor has had time to calm down and get his head together. Everyone is relatively alright, sure, and the Navy fortress has been reduced to a smoldering heap by Ace, Ikki, and his own inventions. But he's got a few thoughts about all of this, and as usual he's not terribly good at the whole staying quiet thing.]

Right, so, I've got a bit of a question. Aside from the whole...stereotypical law thing...does anyone know exactly why the Navy of this world is out to get us? Most of us aren't really out to overthrow governments, steal things, and plunder ships.

'Course, that doesn't seem to matter much, does it? No, not really. And it sort of makes one wonder what sort of nonsense assumptions they're working under. At least, it does me.

Anyway. Guess that's a moot point for me. [His voice gets a bit colder.] Magnets, it seems, are a wonderful tool for causing all kinds of mayhem with their forts. So, I guess if any of you listening to this are Navy types, I'd appreciate it if you'd not give me cause to come up with something new. Next time I won't be so forgiving.

[And it softens again as his warning is delivered.]

Oh, right. And also if anyone knows where I can find a few well polished bits of quartz, well...I need them for a bit of a project.

[And with that random barrage of information, the Doctor closes the book, apparently already distracted by something else.]

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Oh, some big electromagnets. Supercharged and shrunk down to the size of a sword. And then manipulated with a polarity shift or two.

...Sooo, really strong magnets then. Not anything you could make readily available for the rest of us. [Or that she can replicate herself, which could be problematic. Hmm.] Or is that what that quartz is for?

No, not likely. Definitely not easily. [And why would he want to? Weapons dealing isn't his style.]

Ah, no on that one too. That's for another project, which I'm glad you asked about. Have you ever heard of a perception filter?

[Now this man is full of interesting things, isn't he?]

It's funny--your pet projects are very similar to the pet projects of one of my buddies back home. Yes, I've heard of perception filters.

I have one. Or had one, anyway--seems it was left at home. Haven't seen it around the Brig.

...How small of a perception filter are we talking about? Personal, or are you trying to cover a ship or something?

Covering the ship, actually. Not a small one, but nothing terribly large. Should cut down on ambush chances. 'Course, getting it to work while on the move is another thing entirely.

So it only works when you're sitting still? That's kind of weird. I mean, if you're not planning on moving around much, people aren't going to pay you much mind anyways, right?

Well that's what I want the crystals for. They'll make it easier to avoid random flickers.

Whatever you say. Hell if I know how that stuff works. I just know the one I had did a good job as long as no one saw me put it on or something.

...That being said...if I managed to get some of these crystals for you, any chance of you making one of these for me? Seems like a reasonable payment for services rendered, doesn't it?

[He perks up at that.]

Well, yes, most likely I could. Depends though. I've only got enough materials for one, but if you can find that and some scrap metal, maybe a few buttons and lightbulbs, and a compass? Then yeah.

Great! Shouldn't be too hard. [...Well, harder than it was, since she can't just walk to the Brig and see what's lying around anymore, but she can manage.] I'll contact you when I come across everything necessary.

...Actually, what if I got you a...substantial amount of extra materials? Say, enough to make a personal scrambler and another one to cover a medium-sized ship?

Yeah, I could do that, sure. But neither will work if you've got hostile intent. I can't build them to mask that.

Won't be a problem. There's enough people running around blowing random shit up that I don't need to add myself to it, and I don't think my crew wants to, either. Protect, though--that's a different story.

Well, good enough then.

Oh, didn't get your name. I'm the Doctor.

The Doctor, huh?

[No--an alter ego? Is he a vigilante?]

[...]

[Cool!]

I'm the Tyrant. Pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor.

Yes, that's right. The Doctor.

[He frowns.]

The Tyrant? I'll assume that's a pseudonym. You're not from Gallifrey, you I'd have heard of it.

Your assumption is correct!

[And she'll stick with it--she's already given away more than she intended to in this discussion, private or otherwise, and doing so in voice is less than ideal. But if she's going to be conducting further business with this fellow (and she assumes she will be), he'll probably figure things out on his own anyways. Postponing the inevitable, really.]

Thought so.

[He pauses, hmms to himself.]

Well, let me know when you find those parts, alright?

Sure thing Doc!

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