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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 8/11 11:34am Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 11/19 - Date Edited: 11/19 1:57pm (13 edits total) Edited By: TheMacUnleashed
	Title: Impatience Author: TheMacUnleashed Summary: Nothing is ever simple, especially in war. But things are about to get considerably more complicated when two strangers arrive amidst a group of battle droids, bearing knowledge that could change the galaxy. Rating: PG for language Genres: An attempt to combine drama and humour. Characters: Star Wars: Mainly Obi-Wan, with the clones, Anakin, Ahsoka, Council Members, etc. Doctor Who: Ten, Donna Timeline: About two years before ROTS. Notes: Feedback and concrit very much appreciated. PM list mujapple-juicey Fanficfan EGKenobi KTfanfic JediKaren Jedi_Master_Cazz “General Kenobi, the clankers have taken down the shield generator.” Cody’s voice was flat, even more so than it normally was. “Jak’s squadron must have been unable to hold them back. We’re losing ground fast.” “Do you have an idea of how prepared they were for the attack?” This was unsettling news, indeed. He had brought the platoon to raid one of the minor Separatist bases located on the small planet of Exarius. While neither the base, nor the planet itself, was thought to be particularly significant, they had received intelligence claiming Count Dooku had recently inspected the place, and left behind vital information. Obi-Wan had figured that they could storm the low-security center by surprise, but once they had deployed, the tides had turned against them: Several waves of battle droids had been the ones to ambush him and the troopers. Commander Cody shook his head. “No word from intel, and the droids don’t talk much.” “Of course.” He overlooked the battle from his viewpoint; he wasn’t fighting yet. Instead he was there to send information to the Clones on the status of the battle, to tell them the inevitable choice: Retreat or engage. “We don’t seem to be making much of an impact on their forces.” “The scouts we sent ahead –the ones that reported back to me- said that they’ve got a lot more of the tinnies ready. Lod estimated that they deployed about a third of the platoon, although that was about half an hour ago. The situation might’ve changed.” He paused. “I haven’t heard back from him.” It was that sentence that propelled the Master to his snap decision. “Cody, prep the troops. I’m going to witness this fighting firsthand.” He started to crawl out of the small niche from which he’d had a decent view of the fields, but paused; he could sense hesitation radiating off of the clone. “Is something bothering you, Commander?” “General, the boys will be expecting you to be safe. They’ll be worrying if you’re out fighting in such a high risk battle. Plus, they’ll need briefings on the current status of the droids.” Obi-Wan shook his head; after all these months, couldn’t the troopers tell how capable he was of fighting? “You know, I’m very adept at being in the field myself. You don’t have to have been trained on Kamino to know how to deal with droids.” “Well, sir, I know that, but the men, well, they worry. Don’t want them getting distracted.” Did he have to go through this every time he fought with the troopers? “I appreciate your concern, but nevertheless, I feel as though the presence of a Jedi would be a considerable boon on the field, especially in such a high-stakes battle. I may be your general, and I’m touched at your loyalty, but you are also my men. Your safety lies just as much in my hands, as mine does in yours.” “I appreciate that, commander. Should I join you in the field, or wait to see if the scouts I sent ahead contact me?” Good question. “Well, Xave is leading the men now, and he’s perfectly capable. The chance that the scouts will send another briefing is… slim, but I’d take the risk.” “Yes, General.” At last, considerably later than he would have liked to, Obi-Wan finally stood and ignited his lightsaber. Fighting, while it wasn’t enjoyable in the least, even when against droids rather than living creatures, was one thing he could do that made him feel useful while with the Clones. Judging from their dedication, their training had had the same sort of intensity to it. Like him, they could take pain, imprisonment, even loss of their comrades- brothers, really. But the worse punishment was to not be able to do anything, to have to watch impatiently, when you were supposed to be doing some mediocre, irrelevant task. He ignited his lightsaber. Jedi weren’t supposed to feel the sting of impatience, but they were all on edge during the war. *** Beads of perspiration ran down Obi-Wan’s forehead. While the Master’s physical condition exceeded that of the typical male Human of his age, after almost an hour on the field, he couldn’t think of a single person who wouldn’t be sweating under such circumstances, and that they’d hardly made a dent on the CIS’s forces even after –how long had it been since the fighting started? Two, maybe three hours?- wasn’t helping him in the least. He deflected a blaster bolt into one of the countless droids. He was fighting in a different area as most of the clones, and while he couldn’t witness firsthand how things were playing out for them, he hoped desperately that they were having more success. Beside him, Cody fired into the huge platoon. He and a select group of men had joined up with him about a half-hour after he went into the fray. Their objective was to get to the heart of the problem, where the droids were deploying from. Another bolt flew past him, and another droid was down. Without looking at Cody, Obi-Wan yelled, “We have to keep moving.” “Yes, Commander. Hear that, Kaf, Gage, Als?” A chorus of, “Yes, sir!” came in response. The group moved quickly, running from behind one of the larger, protective boulders to behind one slightly smaller, but also closer to the droids’ rendezvous point. Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere a blaster bolt flew, striking Obi-Wan on his left side. He had been so focused on the safety of his men that he had neglected to dedicate more than a corner in the back of his mind to his own safety. He stumbled, hearing one of the clones shout; it sounded like Kaf; was he hurt also? The world seemed to swirl, the stormy grey sky suddenly looking bright. And then, in a location seemingly both far and near he heard a sound, like nothing he had ever come across before: It sounded ancient and yet beyond any sort of technology he knew about, like the wind of a screaming hurricane, and rain pounding against a harsh, sandy desert planet. As the Jedi Master lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was a door opening and a voice snapping, “What the hell?” -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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mujapple-juicey Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 8/11 3:31pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Posted 8/10
	first reply! very interesting start. i'd really like to see what happens next. can i get on the pm list? please? -----signature----- Do you like yogurt? Do you? Do you? Padawan to Alley_Skywalker (yay Master!) é è á à í ì ú ù ó ò ç ê â î û ô ñ ã õ ö ü ï ë ä — (copy & paste to your delight ) ... if I reply to a fic, please put me on the PM list So... do you like yogurt?
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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 8/17 6:26pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Posted 8/10
	mujapple-juicey: Sure! No problem; thanks for commenting! Gradually, that’s how most beings described the process of regaining consciousness. They would come around slowly, starting first with light coming slowly to their eyes, then go on to recall what had happened, and the circumstances under which they had fainted. Unfortunately, thought Obi-Wan, I guess I’m not one of the lucky ones. He had a habit of becoming aware of everything as soon as he was awake, and while such a strength could be useful in certain situations, to have everything rushing at you faster than a ship coming out of hyperspace could be a bit… disorienting. He was a little ways from where the blaster bolt had struck him. The clones must have dragged him away from the main battlefield. “General?” Cody kept his voice low, but the Master Jedi could easily detect the urgency. “I hate to rush you back into the world of the conscious, but there’s been a slight change in plans.” “I’ll be fine. Just give me a minute.” He winced as pain filled the small gap in his shoulder where the blaster bolt had hit. “Where exactly are we?” “We’ve taken shelter behind another one of the boulders, about thirty meters away from where we were when you got struck. You were only out for five minutes, max. And we’re, well… the tinnies seem to have forgotten us, but I’m not so sure about the new ones.” “New ones?” As fully awake as could be expected, he crouched down next to Cody. The scene before them was… bizarre, to say the least of it. The battle droids, looking as confused as machines could, were gathered in a circle around a large blue box. A door was open on its side, although Obi-Wan was unable to look inside. Although there was some writing on the sides, there was nothing to show its affiliation to the Republic or the CIS. And although they had their blasters cocked at it, the droids were not shooting. Apparently, they had no more of an idea as to its intentions as did the clones. Two people stood in front of the formation. Humans, from first glance. One was a female with red hair, probably in her mid-to-late thirties. She was scowling, though whether it was at the battle droids or at her companion he couldn’t be sure. The companion… male, brown hair, pale skin, probably about the same age as her. They appeared to be arguing, although from here he could only vaguely make out what they were saying: “Out of fuel? How can it be out of fuel? What, you forgot to stop at a gas station before we left?” That was the woman. As soon as she finished her tirade, the other one opened his mouth, speaking rapidly judging from the movement of his lips and the way he moved his hands, waving them in the air as if to punctuate his words. However, he spoke in a considerably quieter tone, and the Jedi Master was unable to fully hear his words. Without taking his eyes off of them, Obi-Wan leaned towards Cody and murmured, “Do they know we’re here?” “I don’t think so, General. When the woman first stepped out she was a bit… preoccupied, and the man came a bit after. We were in our little hiding place by then.” “Ah. And does this appear to be an isolated event?” “Well, we’ve gotten no other word from the other troopers; far as we know; they’re still battling against the tinnies. Speaking of which, shouldn’t we be getting to the controls? You’re the boss, but-” “I understand your concern, Cody. But this is a bit… unexpected. We should at least stay to find out who they ally with.” “Yes, General.” The Jedi Master refocused his attention on the newcomers. Presumably, the man had been speaking all through the time he had been discussing the events with Cody, although he seemed to be finishing up now. He paused for a moment, and the woman jumped right back in. “Oh, so it’s all my fault, isn’t it? ‘Oh, Donna, don’t press that button! You’ll get us sucked so far into hyperspace, we could end up anywhere, at any point in time!’ Well, I’ve got news for you, buddy! I-” Abruptly, she broke off, gazing around at the frozen battle droids. She put her hands on her hips; tossed back her bright hair. “What are you lookin’ at?” “Donna,” murmured Obi-Wan. A name? Something was happening; all at once each droid raised their previously lowered heads. In unison, their nasal voices croaked out, “Target deemed: hostile. Orders to fire.” The words made up his mind and he began to stand up, his hand moving to where his lightsaber was clipped to his belt. “If the droids don’t want them, then they can’t be with the Separatists.” “Doesn’t mean they aren’t still dangerous, sir. They could still be bounty hunters, or mercenaries.” Still, even as he said that the clone, and the men ranking below him, was standing up: Ultimately, he would follow Obi-Wan’s judgment. “Regardless, we will help them. If they are enemies, we will deal with them after the droids. If they’re friends, well… then they’re friends.” He leaped around the boulder, his lightsaber blazing just as the droids lifted their blasters and the redheaded woman let out a small shriek. In a matter of seconds he stood next to the box, distracting the mechanical killers from their original target. “A Jedi! I thought we got rid of him.” They weren’t supposed to be able to mimic emotions –that was something unique to sentients, and perhaps protocol droids- but the one that had spoken did a decent job sounding miffed. “Jedi?! What?!” Donna –assuming that was her name- swung around to stare at him. He didn’t meet her gaze, focusing only on the droids who were trying to figure out the best course of action now that they had even more targets. “Got it!” Out of the corner of his eye he saw the man lift a tiny, cylindrical device. “I was just able to tune in to the droids’ frequencies; thankfully, they’re all the same-” A blue glow came from the end of the metal object, “…And I figure this’ll extend up to a thirty-meter radius…” the light flared outwards blinding the group; it astonished the Jedi Master that such a small object could give out as much power as that thing did. The burst of power cleared just moments later to reveal a sea of deactivated battle droids. Unlike when the two strangers had first appeared they weren’t merely waiting for their sensors to process some new development or awaiting updated commands. No, this was the result Obi-Wan, Cody, and the droids that had aided them were aiming for: Something had blocked the power source, which probably would have been transmitted from an off-planet Separatist base, probably one orbiting the planet. The deactivation… shouldn’t have been possible. While devices could be planted within the areas that contained such controls to block the electromagnetic field controlling the battle droids, nothing had been developed yet that could work simply by being near what you wanted to shut down. Whoever he was, he had used the technology to stop the enemies, but Obi-Wan knew it would be folly to let him get away with such a powerful object. “Good!” That was the brown-haired man, clearly pleased at how things had worked out. “That takes care of them, then, although you can never be certain of how long it’ll last. And I suspect more could be deploying at the moment, so we should head out of here.” He glanced around at the small group assembled around the blue box, his eyes landing on Obi-Wan just as he deactivated his saber. “You’re the leader, I assume?” “Yes, I am.” They certainly didn’t behave like Separatists, Mandalorians, or any other known enemies of the Republic. While certain… precautions would have to be taken, he could sense no reason why they shouldn’t bring them back to the ships to learn more about them, especially when factoring in what he had done with the metal… thing, for lack of a proper term. And, of course, introductions would have to be made. “I’m General Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this is Commander Cody, with Kaf, Gage and Als. Who might you be?” The man extended a hand, an older custom practiced mostly on unnoticed, backwater planets. “I’m the Doctor, and this is my friend Donna.” At the mention of her name, Donna focused her incredulous gaze on the Jedi. “Hi.” “Hello.” He politely shook the Doctor’s hand. “Are you a Healer?” “On occasion.” His brown eyes darkened slightly. How strange. Obi-Wan didn’t voice his thought, of course: Since the time he was just an Initiate he had been taught about the wide variety of differences in people, and very little could make him label someone as unusual. But this man, well… a threat he might not be, but he was definitely something different. “Am I to assume that that,” he gestured towards the thing the two had arrived in, “Is your ship?” “Yeah, about that.” The Doctor looked a bit sheepish. “I’ve run out of… fuel, of sorts, and I’m not sure where I can repower. It doesn’t take the traditional kind, either,” he added, just as the Jedi Master was about to inquire about it. “Is there any way you could take it off-planet, while I search for a good place to refuel?” Again… unusual. But, if he had the proper soldiers make sure it posed no threat, then why not? “That should be possible, although we will have to return to where the rest of the soldiers are. Communications with them are currently down, and the proper transports are with them –probably being blockaded by the droids, at the moment.” “Okay.” The Doctor nodded. “Well, no reason why we shouldn’t start heading down there now, right?” “No, indeed.” This coming situation should be… interesting, to say the least. -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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mujapple-juicey Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 8/18 11:09am Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/17
	hmmm... is that a parallel universe paradox/vortex thingy I sense? awesome update! -----signature----- Do you like yogurt? Do you? Do you? Padawan to Alley_Skywalker (yay Master!) é è á à í ì ú ù ó ò ç ê â î û ô ñ ã õ ö ü ï ë ä — (copy & paste to your delight ) ... if I reply to a fic, please put me on the PM list So... do you like yogurt?
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Fanficfan Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/20 5:01am Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/17
	Wibbly Wobbly,timey whimey... Oh dear, this could get interesting. Please add me to the PM list, I can't wait to see where you go with this. -----signature----- If a Dark Lord of the Sith ever asks you to pull his finger... Do it! It's hilarious
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EGKenobi Registered: Apr '05	Date Posted: 8/20 10:49am Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/17
	Obi-Wan Kenobi and the Doctor!!! What a combo!!! May have to start writing my own fic lol. Great start Would love to be on the PM list for this if you have one :-) EG -----signature----- The Shifting Future: http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=24571153&brd=10476&start=25321338 Event Horizon: http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/24429782/p1/?4 Proud master to CrystalSaber_1 and GeneralKenobi7
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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 8/24 4:59pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/17
	mujapple-juicey: Thank you! More will, hopefully, be revealed in this chapter! Fanficfan: That is possibly the best quote to ever come out of Doctor Who! You've been added to the list. EGKenobi: Yes! Write your own fic, the Boards need much more crossover with Doctor Who! Or Torchwood... hmmm... Added to the list! “I’m not so sure about this, Master Kenobi.” Cody glanced at Donna and the Doctor who walked a short distance away from them. “We still don’t know where they’re from, or who exactly they are. And how come the brown haired one, the Doctor or whatever, doesn’t he have a name?” “We’ll brief them properly once we regroup with the rest of the squadron.” If any of them are left. Obi-Wan didn’t say it out loud, but he knew just the same that it was a paraphrased version of the clone’s own worries. They had yet to know the full extent of whatever the Doctor had done, and even so whether or not the help had come before the droids completely overwhelmed the army was questionable. “They could be dangerous, and they can always lie.” Had anyone else said that it would have been paranoia, but it was just the way Cody had been taught to think. “You’ll have to trust me –rather, the Force, on this one.” He held up a hand, seeing that the clone was about to protest. “I know you are a skeptic, but you’ve seen the Force in action numerous times. You cannot deny that there is something, for better or for worse, separating the Jedi from most other civilians.” Cody grunted. “Fine, I’ll give you that, General. But there’s also something that makes them different. I’m not one of you, but even so, well… call it intuition, but that man is not just some traveler passing by.” “I agree. We will watch him closely.” He didn’t mention the way the Force swirled around the two of them, clouding their stories to that point where he could only watch them with his eyes, a fact that made him feel limited and cut off from his more spiritual senses. The clone nodded and cast a suspicious glance in the direction of the two newcomers. “Good.” *** “So, I don’t suppose you’d like to explain what’s going on here?” Donna glared at the Doctor, and almost walked into one of the frozen… things. She shuddered as her arm brushed against its cool metal: Yes, she had faced quite a few mechanical monsters that would have most of Earth’s natives running and screaming, but that didn’t mean she enjoyed going up against them. “Well, it’s a bit much…” He glanced at her. “Where should I begin?” “How about telling me why they’re carrying lightsabers?” Upon receiving another raised eyebrow from him she snapped, “Oh, don’t think I don’t know my movies! I might not sit at a computer all day and talk to people about who would win in fantasy duels, but granddad did take me through all those space films.” “Okay, okay.” The Doctor raised his hands in mock-surrender. “I’ll do my best. First of all, yes, they do carry lightsabers. Or rather,” he nodded in the direction of Obi-Wan. “He does. He’s the only Jedi in the group, right now. We could meet up with some more when we get back to their ship; I don’t know if he’s on his own or what. The others, the ones wearing the armour, are clones. Soldiers bred to fight the war.” “That’s mad!” Donna stared at the helmeted men. “Don’t they mind?” “It’s all they know.” He watched them also, looking impassive. “They were born to do this. They don’t complain.” She shuddered. “That still doesn’t seem right.” “Well.” He shrugged. “All’s fair in war. But the ethic issues can wait. What you should know is that we’re quite far from Earth, and in the past. Translating it to your time, in the 1700’s.” “Got that. But could you please explain why there are Jedi? And those… whatever they’re called. Droids, I think.” “Why shouldn’t there be?” At Donna’s glare the Doctor relented. “Okay, there are Jedi because… well, that’s just the way it is. It’s their culture. And more people can feel the Force, which, as you probably remember, gives them powers. Such as, to see what happens far away, and in the future. Or past. There are few people on Earth like that, extremely perceptive. They often pass off what they see as dreams or their imaginations at work. Usually they’re the artists, musicians, filmmakers… your usual lot of tortured geniuses.” “Filmmakers? As in, George Lucas?” At his confirming nod she gasped, eyes growing wide. “You mean those movies are… real? The stories they showed are accurate?” “Yep. Just records of history. Someone else’s history, of course. The details probably got a bit blurred in some places, and a lot of minor events were left out, but for the most part… yep.” Donna glanced at Obi-Wan and the Clones who looked to be engaged in a conversation of their own. “So you mean… we could… tell them? About what’s going to happen, Darth Vader and all that?” “No!” He gave her a sharp frown which softened as her eyes widened and she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Donna, we can’t do that. It’s like mentioning an Agatha Christie novel to her years before she wrote it. Spoilers. And whereas a story idea might help aid along Time, telling people what’s going to happen would have… consequences. Bad ones.” “So you mean we just… watch? And wait?” “More or less.” The Doctor looked up at the sky for a moment and sighed. “I’m not too familiar with this corner of the universe –nine-hundred years, by now I should know my geography!- but with a little research, I should be able to find someplace with Rift activity. Reports of people mysteriously vanishing and appearing, the like of it. That could be credited to a lot of things, of course, but when I hear the name of where it happened chances are I’ll recall it. After that we should be able to get transport to that planet, recharge the TARDIS, and be on our way. Depending on what the Jedi do it could take awhile, but we won’t be trapped here forever. In the meantime, there should be no harm in learning about the planet they take us to –Coruscant, most likely; you probably remember a bit about it- and meeting some people. Just try not to make it too obvious you have no idea where we are. Nothing about our technology or the Time Lords –we don’t exist here anymore than Earth does. And no spoilers.” “Yes, dad,” muttered Donna, still watching Obi-Wan. -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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KTfanfic Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/30 7:56pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/24
	This is very good! I think it is interesting that Obi-wan can’t sense much from the Doctor and Donna, I wonder if their connection to the TARDIS has something to do with that? Or maybe the Doctor is shielding them somehow? I can’t wait to see what is going to happen with the Doctor and Donna there, I doubt they will be able to simply watch and wait… they are bound to get into some trouble… especially with the Doctor involved! I am also really curious to see how they are going to interact with Obi-wan and any of the other SW characters they meet up with. Could you add me to the PM list please? I am really, really looking forward to seeing where this story is going to go! -----signature----- What would you do… If you suddenly lost twenty-three years of your life? Dealing with the Consequences http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25726110
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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 8/31 2:19pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/24
	KTfanfic: Thanks for commenting! Yes, I suspect the TARDIS is involved; it's quite mysterious in its ways... you're on the list! As the small squadron walked, the sound of blaster fire gradually came into hearing range; clearly, whatever the Doctor had done hadn’t extended across the entire battlefield. It had only just started to fade into an annoying buzz when the struggle itself came into view. Obi-Wan winced; he could have used some more time to prepare for the sight. Although the clones hadn’t been completely overcome by the droids yet, they had lost a lot of ground and were now backed against the ships they had arrived in. The bodies of clones littered the ground, the light from Exarius’s two small suns glittering off of the white armour as they set in unison. The corpses –if he could even call them that- from fallen droids added to the obstacle course, which the Separatist’s forces seemed to navigate with ease. And at least one of their three ships had been rendered useless, judging from the way he could see holes in the hull formed from blaster fire from that distance. The Master desperately hoped they wouldn’t be trapped there. The protection of their transportation had been one of the main objectives. The battle had started at least half a kilometer from them and they had hoped it wouldn’t be an issue, but judging from what he saw that had been in vain. Even so, he couldn’t help thinking bitterly, with so many troopers down, we should be able to all fit inside only one ship, should the need arise. Donna, meanwhile, was staring at the scene below, her hand to her mouth. “Are those… bodies?” Cody glanced at her briefly, before turning away and shaking his head. “Civilians… War’s not as neat as you’d think, ma’am.” Obi-Wan sensed a short-lived flash of anger in her at the words, and she opened her mouth as if to defend herself, but then bit down on her lip and turned away from the clone. He wondered if she had more experience than she let onto with fighting –no, that could wait until they had the proper time to speak to them; they would brief them on, well, everything then. “Doctor, is there any chance you could deactivate the droids like you did previously?” The man hesitated, doubt clearly written on his face. “Well… we’re a bit far…” “We could get closer.” He had no desire to lose anymore men that day. “No, no, I’ll try from here.” He removed the device from the pocket in which it was stored, and held it up. Frowning, he pressed one of the small buttons on it. Like before, a bright blue light came out of the end, along with the same, sharp buzzing noise.’ The droids froze mid-action; clearly, they were at a close enough distance for the trick to have worked. Obi-Wan smiled and started moving towards the group of soldiers, who –despite most of them wearing masks, and his being so far away that he couldn’t see their faces anyways- he had no doubt were currently perplexed. “We will rejoin with the squad, and then take one of the ships to get your vehicle, Doctor. After that, I assume you will have no qualms with coming to Coruscant with us, to find your fuel?” He paused again, and then shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? Although… I assume that there’ll be additional briefing along the way.” “Yes, but just so we can get to know you better. You’re not being held as prisoners, or anything of that sort.” And hopefully, they wouldn’t be held even when the Jedi Council and the chancellor got word of this bizarre technology; in the course of his life Obi-Wan had learned that one could find considerably more information by being a friend than an enemy. They walked quickly through the field of droids, who, much like the previous ones, seemed to be thoroughly inactive, causing the Jedi to wonder just what could cause that kind of power outage. Its power source would have to be incredibly strong, and while the ones on the lightsabers could generate a considerable amount, it was nowhere near enough to produce those results. And to have that in a device considerably smaller than the ‘sabers? It was… impossible. Day and night researchers across the galaxy worked to combat the Separatist’s technology, and he had direct information that they were far from producing anything akin to that. He would keep a close eye on the Doctor. Donna watched as Obi-Wan called out to the clones up ahead. They waved back and started heading towards them, meeting up not too far from the ships. “General, Commander Xave at your service.” He removed his helmet and saluted. “Might I request the latest news?” “You can, Commander, and I will give it to you. This is,” he indicated the two who hadn’t arrived with the Republic’s forces, “The Doctor and Donna. They aided Cody, Gage Kaf, Als and I previously, and the Doctor was the one who deactivated the droids. Their ship landed not too far from here, and they’re out of fuel. The current plan of action is to take the two ships in working shape, and fly out to get their ship. After, we will return to Coruscant, unless there are any objections?” A collective shout of “No, sir!” arose from the clones. Obi-Wan nodded, satisfied. “Board the ships, all those of you who were onboard the Supernova,” he named the ship which had been destroyed during the fighting, “Go on the Noxus. Doctor, Donna, you’ll be with me on the Polar. We’ll do a low flyover above your ship; we’ll be able to lift it up using some of the devices we have onboard. Will that suffice?” “Sure, thank you.” The Doctor nodded. “Come on, Donna! I don’t think you’ve ever seen the inside of a TT-110 model before! Should be a treat!” “Yippee.” She followed after him, though, without protest. “We’re flying over the estimated location now, General Kenobi. Do you see the object?” Obi-Wan squinted at the ground far below as he leaned out of the ship. “Yes! The blue box-like thing in the center of the droids.” “That’s a ship?” Kaf sounded dubious. “Apparently so. Activate the electromagnets, please, Cody.” “Done, sir. It’s being lifted in to the cargo bay right now, and it’ll be there in five… four… three… two… one… Completed.” “Good. Close up the port, and let’s get a move onto Coruscant.” “Yes, sir! We’ll make the jump to hyperspace in about a half-hour.” “Very well.” And so with the engine roaring, they started off to Coruscant. -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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KTfanfic Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 8/31 4:42pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/31
	“That’s a ship?” Kaf sounded dubious. “Apparently so. Activate the electromagnets, please, Cody.” LOL, they are going to be even more surprised when they see the INSIDE of the TARDIS! I like how Obi-wan is noticing how advanced the sonic screwdriver is, I hope that it doesn't end up in the wrong hands! I can’t wait to what happens when they get to Coruscant! Thanks for the PM, I am really looking forward to the next chapter! -----signature----- What would you do… If you suddenly lost twenty-three years of your life? Dealing with the Consequences http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25726110
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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 9/10 2:56pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 8/31
	KTfanfic: Yes, yes they are! Thanks for the comment. “Making the jump to hyperspace now, sir. We should reach Coruscant in about twelve hours.” Cody, of course, running the ship while Obi-Wan wondered and worried about what to do with the unexpected visitors. “Good. I assume we were too far for you to send a comm. to Coruscant to alert them of our guests?” He stared outside the transparisteel at the diamond-like stars dotting the landscape, soaking in the image before turning away, not seeing the exact moment when the specks of light became the defining starstreaks of hyperspace. “Correct. We weren’t able to reach anyone worth talking to.” “Ah, well. I suppose the news can wait. Where are our guests now?” “Cargo Bay, sir. Gage is with them, I believe. Last I knew, the man, the Doctor, was just poking around inside that little vehicle of his, making sure everything was in order…” *Cargo Bay…* “So that’s really a ship, sir?” The Doctor peered out of the TARDIS at the trooper who had asked the question. “Yep! And she’s in working condition, wasn’t damaged at all by the unexpected landing. We just need to spend a few minutes refueling, and Donna and I’ll be on our way.” “Ah.” Gage hesitated for a moment. “Maybe it isn’t my place to request such a thing, Doctor, but might I have a look inside? I’ve never heard of a… a what’s-it-called? Tauris?” “TARDIS.” He paused for a moment, thinking, and then shrugged. “Okay, I don’t see why not. Come on inside.” The Clone stepped forwards as the Doctor moved away from the ship’s entrance. As he walked into it, looking cautious, his eyes grew wider, becoming the size of credit chips. “Wow! It’s… bigger on the inside!” “That’s what I said.” Donna glanced up from where she sat at the control panel, staring down at the lightless surface. “It’s what they all say.” The Time Lord clasped his hands behind his back as he surveyed the ship’s interiors. “A normal reaction, anyways.” “How does it work, though? I’ve heard rumours that some engineers were trying to develop the technology, but didn’t succeed and this is just…” Gage continued staring, in awe of the ship. “…amazing. How big is it?” The Doctor had yet to answer when another soldier rapped on the TARDIS’s outside. “Doctor, sir? Miss Donna?” He peered inside the box, eyes widening at the sight inside, although he managed to refrain from commenting. “General Kenobi wishes to see you, if that’s convenient.” “Sure. Donna?” He glanced at her. The redhead stood up and stretched. “Well, there isn’t much else to do.” She walked outside, to the cool metal interior of the cargo storage facilities. Gage followed them outside, watching as the Doctor locked the doors with his old-fashion key –typically, of course, he used the screwdriver, but he was trying to not flaunt the gadget, as he knew the problems that could result from it falling into anyone else’s hands. “All righty, then!” He stood to his full height and returned the chain to his pocket. “Let’s go meet with the general.” “This way.” The officer who had brought the message led them through the hall connecting the bay to the main grounds of the ship. “He’s waiting on the bridge, by the controls.” “Yep. Thanks…” the Doctor turned to the messenger, wearing a curious look. “What did you say your name was?” “I didn’t say it, sir.” The unmasked man looked surprised. “It isn’t protocol to mention our production numbers, or nicknames, to guests. Since you asked, though, I’m CC-7580, usually called Als.” “Wait a minute! You’ve got a production number?” Donna stared at Als, mouth gaping as she went from briskly walking to a standstill in just a few seconds, causing Gage, still following them, to crash into her. “You’re a person!” “Thanks for the vote, ma’am, but I’m also the 7,580th clone of Jango Fett ever produced on Kamino. It would be improper to disregard that.” “Doesn’t make it right,” she muttered, looking like she was about to go on a full-blown tirade, when the Doctor interjected. “Als! Fine name. Good to meet you, Als.” He smiled, ignoring Donna’s clenched teeth and death glare. “Same to you, sir.” He paused at a door they came to, pressing several buttons on the control panel next to it. “The General should be waiting right out here…” It slid open, revealing the bridge, a large area from which the majority of the ship was controlled. Lights blinked from durasteel equipment, and Obi-Wan did indeed stand by one of the button-covered counters, but he was in no way alone. Clones milled around, some talking, others being stoically silent as bandages were wrapped around wounds, or, in some cases, as they were the one pressing bacta patches down on brothers’ injuries, even while knowing it was a futile effort and a waste of equipment. Als coughed quietly as Gage made his way to where the bandages were being passed out to join the desperate uninjured ones as they tried to save lives, even though they had been made to kill. “There usually wouldn’t be as many injured ones here, of course… it’s just, there wasn’t room on the other ship for all the men, and…” “We understand.” Nothing more needed to be said as the speaker and his companion, shocked into silence, wound through the masses of people. Obi-Wan looked up from where he was quietly conferencing with one of the soldiers and spotted them coming. He said something to the clone, who nodded in response, and headed towards them. “Doctor, Donna. I trust your ship is in good condition?” “Yes, thanks. Gage was quite helpful.” “Good.” He nodded and hesitated, aware of the bleak surroundings. “If you wouldn’t mind coming with me, I’d like to ask you a few questions. Nothing too personal,” he added, as though fearing a refusal, “just the basics.” “I don’t see a problem with that.” The Doctor glanced at Donna, raising an eyebrow. “Donna? That okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, of course.” She had regained the ability of speaking, though she still seemed flustered at the temporary hospitals set up around the bridge, and she stood just a little too stiffly, the fire in her eyes just a little too bright –warning signs for anyone who knew her. The Time Lord let it go, though, partially because he knew that he would also be disgusted at the ways of war, had he not possessed the experience he did, and because he knew –well, assumed- she would have enough control to not start a shouting match –technically she’d be the one shouting and the Jedi would be standing there calmly, but still- with Obi-Wan. And, even though he’d never say as much, he did sort of want to see just how he would respond. Nine-hundred years, and he found himself wanting to watch a Jedi be antagonized, for no good reason at all. He needed to travel more. *** Obi-Wan escorted the two into the smaller, personal cockpit, designed to allow one’s access to the most basic of controls, should an emergency arise. There were two small chairs overlooking numerous panels, most shining with bright, read lights and dials, and no view out at the starlines surrounding them. “I know this is a bit cramped, but it’s more private than the alternative.” And, of course, though he wouldn’t say it because a Jedi was supposed to be above feeling horror at being in the midst of that much death, this room was free of men who died in silence, who hadn’t been trained to scream in pain, and who never would for fear of being weak. He waved to the seats, “Please, sit down.” “That’s all right.” The Doctor shook his head, clasping his hands behind his back as he scrutinized the Jedi, “I can stand.” “So can I.” Donna glared at him and he could easily feel her fury at what she had witnessed, even though her direct Force-signature was blurred. “Well.” He nodded at both of them, attempting to calm the tense atmosphere of the room. “If that is what suits you.” Moving along immediately he continued, “I’d like to ask both of you some questions, if you don’t mind. I’ll record them, but they won’t be held against you in any way –after all, you aren’t criminals; this is just so I can learn more about you.” He paused, gauging their reactions. He had almost expected more of a refusal than what he got. “I’ll tell you what I can.” The Doctor seemed remarkably unaware of his companion’s emotions, or maybe he was just used to them. “Well, I don’t see another option.” Granted, the response wasn’t exactly polite, but it was still considerably more agreeable than he had been prepared for. Obi-Wan took the chance, though, and, pressing the button on the holo-recorder to make sure that their words got documented, began the interrogation. “Your full names, please.” “The Doctor –nothing else. Never has been, never will be.” A lie, but the Jedi needn’t no that. “Donna Noble.” “Okay. State your species.” “Human and K’llik, last time I checked –the face of humans, hearts of K’lliks.” Donna, unable to stop herself, glanced at the Doctor an eyebrow raised. He ignored her. She probably would have commented on that, too, except Obi-Wan’s questioning eyes gaze reminded her she had a question to answer. “Human, last time I checked.” The Jedi looked surprised, but nodded and moved on. “Your homeworlds?” “Coruscant, both of us. Haven’t been there in a while, though.” The Doctor somehow managed to not sound tense as he provided the information which saved Donna from having to scourge her memory in an attempt to recall one of the ones from the movies, or at least from preventing her from having to make up something that sounded sci-fi-ish. “Is that true?” “Yep. Born and raised in Coruscant!” “Okay. Doctor, could you tell me just what it is that you used to disable the battle droids?” The Time Lord hesitated, then looked directly into the holo-recorder’s lenses. “No. No, I can’t.” For the first time in who-knows-how-long, Obi-Wan Kenobi was surprised, and it showed clearly. “I will rephrase that: Please tell me what you did to disable the droids.” “I can’t. It’s an heirloom. I don’t know how it works. It just… does things.” He sounded remarkably calm as he told his biggest lie yet to the Galaxy’s best truth-detector. The Jedi raised an eyebrow. “Would you at least let me have a look at the device?” “No.” He didn’t elaborate this time. “Doctor, for the purpose of keeping the galaxy safe, I need to see that.” “You can’t. It doesn’t let everyone hold it; it’s sort of… sentient.” Not technically true, but oh, well. Obi-Wan sighed. “We will speak further of that matter when we arrive on Coruscant. Now, what can you tell me about your ship? What model is it?” “It’s a TARDIS model –very old; you won’t find any records of it. I can only be fueled in certain places, though; its build is sensitive to the location of a planet. Will I be allowed full use of the Temple’s libraries? I assume that’s where you’re bringing us.” The falsehood wouldn’t hold up for long, but hopefully by then he would have found a planet rife with the mysterious occurrences –disappearances, sudden appearances, the works- that could indicate a rift in space and time. “Very well. Are either of you Force-sensitive?” Not a question he had planned on asking, but important nevertheless. “We’ve never been tested.” Donna, who had been silent for some time, nodded to the Time Lord’s testament. “Of course.” He hesitated; wondering if there was anything else left to ask, but could only think of one thing to say. “Just who are you?” “Donna Noble.” That she did answer, at almost the exact same time her companion said, “The Doctor.” -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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KTfanfic Registered: Jul '05	Date Posted: 9/10 7:51pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 9/10
	Good job with this chapter! I like how Donna reacted to how the clones are treated, she is right in that they just as much a person as anyone else. Her reaction was perfectly in character! I liked Gage and Als’s reaction to the TARDIS! Thanks for the PM! I am really, really looking forward to the next chapter! -----signature----- What would you do… If you suddenly lost twenty-three years of your life? Dealing with the Consequences http://boards.theforce.net/Message.aspx?topic=25726110
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mujapple-juicey Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 9/18 10:01am Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 9/10
	He found himself wanting to watch a Jedi be antagonized, for no good reason at all. those were very good updates. great dialogue (sorry for taking so long to get around.) -----signature----- Do you like yogurt? Do you? Do you? Padawan to Alley_Skywalker (yay Master!) é è á à í ì ú ù ó ò ç ê â î û ô ñ ã õ ö ü ï ë ä — (copy & paste to your delight ) ... if I reply to a fic, please put me on the PM list So... do you like yogurt?
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TheMacUnleashed Registered: Feb '09	Date Posted: 9/18 3:06pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 9/10
	KTfanfic: Thanks! I thought Donna would react in a sort of Traviss-like way; she's quite outspoken. mujapple-juicey: Thank you! I'm glad you took the time to comment. “Doctor, sir? And Miss Donna?” A clone stepped into the cargo-storing area where the two of them had spent most of their time since the interview with Obi-Wan, a fact for which the Jedi had repeatedly apologized for: Though Donna could find no issues with the bay, besides it being a bit chilly, he said that he should have been able to provide better quarters for his guests. It had been almost tempting to bring up the considerably less friendly welcomes she had received during her travels with the Time Lord, but she had figured the Doctor would disprove of that, seeing how paranoid he had been about keeping his identity under wraps before. She refocused her attention on the clone, one she didn’t think they had met with, though it was hard to keep track of the unique scars and blemishes staining each ones’ armour, and of the different haircuts. And he hadn’t introduced himself, instead continuing on, “General Kenobi wants me to relay that we’ll be landing on Coruscant shortly. We’re less than five standard minutes away from breaking the atmosphere now. The view’s quite good right now, if you’d like to see it. Natives, you’ve probably been privy to the sight a lot, but…” As usual, the Doctor beat her to answering. “We’d love to! It’s a stunning planetscape to see.” He raised an eyebrow at her, and she nodded. One of the view downsides of traveling in the TARDIS was that she rarely got to watch a landing, or see a planet from above, unless there was something specific the Doctor wanted to show her. So, as long as they were stuck without fuel –how exactly did one refuel a box, anyways?- Donna figured that she might as well make the most of it. “Okay, then. Come with me.” The clone led them once again down the path linking the bay to the bridge serving as a hospital, and now, she couldn’t help noticing, as a morgue. The bodies were out of the way, and the live ones were gathered around them in a sort of half-circle that further obstructed her view, but she could see the worn-out faces of the ones near them, and how still the ones they mourned for were –for all of their stoicism, even the strongest clones hadn’t been able to be completely silent as their wounds were dressed and bandaged. Donna turned away from the sight, trying and failing to repress a shudder. She hoped the clones hadn’t seen –she knew it would cause her to be viewed as a weak civilian, and, if for no others reasons than her pride, she did not want to fall into the category. Judging from the knowing frown from the one leading them, though, he had seen, and she doubted it would be something he would forget. “Beautiful sight.” The Doctor stared directly ahead of them, and for a moment she wondered how he could think anything was beautiful, with all the pain and wreckage surrounding them, until she too looked up and saw the huge planet looming before them. They were close, very close, to moving through the atmosphere, but even through the gases she could make out large, glinting shapes –buildings, she assumed- and numerous things flittering around, even that high up. And as the ship cut through the atmosphere, momentarily causing a huge, blinding flash, she could see that the flying objects were indeed ships –tiny ones that almost resembled taxi cabs, and also some larger ones, though she couldn’t tell their exact size from the far distance she was at. She looked below, and almost gasped. The scene below was… gorgeous. It was sunset, and the orange and yellow blend of colors illuminated the dozen –or was it hundreds?- of spires and skylines she could see. Her mind spun with it all; even in all the trips to nations far more advanced than Earth, she had never come across anything the size of this. The Doctor was watching her, grinning. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” He sighed, staring down at the buildings the ship rapidly approached. “It’s astonishing to think it’s all man-made… even the atmosphere.” He raised his eyebrow as he casually relayed the information, “That’s what you get for pollution.” “I recycle.” She continued watching as they drew nearer to one of the most noticeable buildings, a domed structure with several towers around it. “Where’re we going?” For the first time since they had come onto the bridge, Obi-Wan spoke up. “We’ll be landing at the Jedi Temple. If you have no objections, I’d like for you to appear before the Council, to relay the story of how you deactivated the droids. Depending on how that goes, you may be asked to have an audience with the Supreme Chancellor. Have you any place to stay on Coruscant?” “Well, we haven’t been here in awhile…” the Doctor hesitated, and Donna wondered if he even knew his way around the planet, much less where they could stay. “I don’t think so. We’re wanderers, both of us, and we don’t have any real estate. Or apartments.” “Very well.” Obi-Wan nodded, his face concealing whatever he thought of their lifestyles. “I can arrange something, either at one of the local hotels, or perhaps in the Temple itself. Will you have any problems with that, or any preferences?” “I don’t.” The Time Lord glanced at Donna who, knowing what she was expected to do, nodded in agreement. “Anywhere will be fine. Just as long as it’s not, you know, in the slums of the city, or something.” “Of course not.” A small smile quirked at the Jedi’s lips, though it seemed forced. He turned his attention back to the city before them. “We are, obviously, descending now, heading to one of the Temple’s main landing platforms. I expect you’re hungry and tired; I’ll see to it that you have access to the Temple’s facilities.” “Thanks!” For once, the Human managed to speak before the Time Lord, who quickly expressed his gratefulness. “That’s very appreciated, General Kenobi. Now, if you don’t mind, could Donna and I just go and collect our items from the TARDIS? We know the way; no need for an escort especially since…” he hesitated and waved his hand vaguely around the busy bridge, “Well, let’s just say that it looks like all available people should be helping here. Heck, I’d be assisting the injured, if we didn’t have to prepare for the landing.” The Jedi looked suspicious, but sighed and nodded. “Very well, Doctor. We’re about to land, though, and making haste would be good. Shall I come get you in, say, five minutes?” “That’ll be great. Thanks!” And with that he grabbed Donna’s wrist and practically dragged her off of the bridge, forcing her to hold her tongue, and not demand to know just what he thought he was doing. **** Obi-Wan watched them go through narrowed eyes. He knew instinctively that the Doctor was lying –he was rather good at it, granted, but the Jedi could still tell, and it made him wonder just what else the man wasn’t exactly being truthful about. He had almost asked one of the clones to trail the pair after they had left, but in the same way he knew it was a lie, he also knew that the man wasn’t going to do anything harmful. And he did seem to be particularly perceptive; while the soldiers surrounding him were trained to be spies if that was what the situation called for, he didn’t trust that without the Force they wouldn’t be found out. The Jedi knew he was taking a gamble, but assuming the Force was correct –and though it was clouded, it always was- the man wouldn’t cause any harm this time around, and this way he would have no reason to be suspicious of the Jedi. He turned his attention to Cody, who was in the process of guiding the ship to a landing. “Did the Temple say whether or not anyone would be meeting us at the landing strip?” “The only ones there that I know of will be the med-teams, but I didn’t mention our guests. I figured you’d want to speak directly to the Council about that.” “Yes. I’ll comm them as soon as we touch down.” Actually, he had been meaning to do it before that made planetfall, but he had been healing some of the more seriously-injured clones, and a surprising amount of time had passed since when he had started healing the first clone, and when he finished the third. He should have been able to do more, but his healing skills weren’t nearly as strong as they should have been, a fact he had been reminded of all too much since the start of the war. “Thanks for everything, Commander. You’ve done a great job on this mission, and I hope to work with you again on my next.” “Thank you, General. I know I don’t deserve that –I lost far too many men- but it’s much appreciated.” His voice and face expressed nothing, but Obi-Wan could tell he was grateful for the words –if not by the subtle waves of appreciation in the Force, than by his own experiences, remembering how he had cherished each compliment from the ones who ranked above him (Qui-Gon, in particular) even if he would have done his best not to show it. “Right.” He turned his attention back to the landing strip. “I will wait until the injured have been dealt with to disembark. I’ll also be the one to fetch the Doctor and Donna –you deserve a break, Cody, or at the very least stay with the others.” “Yes, sir.” The clone saluted and hurried off to greet and assist the medics waiting outside the recently landed ship. Obi-Wan turned away from all the injured and dead clones and ducked into the tiny cockpit. Once inside the only place he would have privacy, he activated his personal comm., quickly pressing in the sequence of numbers and letters to reach Yoda. The Grand Master was, thankfully, in the Temple, and he promptly received the call. “Arrived back, have you from your mission, Master Kenobi?” “Yes, Master, and I expect I’ll be briefing you and the other Masters on it soon. However, I’ve called you in advance because of something else. You see, there’s been a change of plans…” **** “So, I don’t suppose you’ll tell me why you practically yanked my arm out of my socket?” Donna glared at the Doctor, who was pacing around the cargo bay. “Well, it’d be rude of me not to. Donna, we need to talk –alone. It’s surprising enough we didn’t get a clone to watch us this time; I’m not sure what Master Kenobi means by that, but…” he shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. There are a few things you should know before we step outside. One, do not speak ill of Palpatine. That’s treason. Two, leave all the technical talking to me. You don’t have to be silent,” he added as her glare darkened, “just let me be the one to explain our history. It’ll be easier to keep the story together that way. Three, the Jedi will probably be offering us quarters. Play nicely.” He stopped pacing and swung around to face her. She was surprised by the intensity on his usually gentle face. “Look, Donna. I would never have taken you here, or to Trekkie-land, or anywhere else you might know, and I want nothing more than to leave. I’d usually be willing to stay awhile, but one slip of the tongue, well, that could change a universe. So remember, above all, even more than not to touch a lightsaber, no spoilers. None.” She normally would have snapped something snarky back, but she got the idea that this was not the time. “Yes, Doctor. No spoilers.” “Good.” For a moment there was a hesitant, awkward silence, broken with a hiss as the doors slid open, making them both start, surprised. Obi-Wan peered in. “Ready to leave?” He peered in at them, and Donna wondered if he had heard. “Yes, General.” She allowed the Time Lord to answer for both of them, and they walked out in silence. -----signature----- "Your inner editor is a nitpicky jerk who foolishly believes that it is possible to write a brilliant first draft if you write it slowly enough." (The NaNoWriMo folks)
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Valairy_Scot Registered: Sep '05	Date Posted: 9/18 5:04pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 9/18
	Wow - a great update. We've got two protaganists of equal skill and it's fascinating to watch. Well done! -----signature----- http://boards.theforce.net/fan_fiction_resource/b10304/25405090/p3/?52 Prolific Author thread: list & links there. Muse fueled by coffee. Often AWOL despite frequent sipping. Writes on inspiration, not a schedule. 2007-2008 the quality years
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mujapple-juicey Registered: Jul '08	Date Posted: 9/18 8:08pm Subject: Impatience- SW/ Doctor Who crossover- CW era- Updated 9/18
	why no spoilers? do they want the galaxy to turn to oil-soap? that was a really cool update! everything is getting mmore complicated.. yippee! -----signature----- Do you like yogurt? Do you? Do you? Padawan to Alley_Skywalker (yay Master!) é è á à í ì ú ù ó ò ç ê â î û ô ñ ã õ ö ü ï ë ä — (copy & paste to your delight ) ... if I reply to a fic, please put me on the PM list So... do you like yogurt?
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