007: After the End of the War [Visual]

[allthatlife.livejournal.com]

The people of Taxon had spent the last month putting their lives back together.

The hamsters had taken care of the physical damage - they'd even resurrected the human casualties - but there were a lot of things that they hadn't dealt with. Maybe it hadn't even occurred to them that they needed to deal with it. They evidently cared about the well being of their prisoners - they supplied them with everything they needed, more or less - they didn't seem to understand how humans worked. They didn't even understand why the prisoners were so hostile towards them.

Martha was sitting at the desk in her office when she switched on her tablet and, although she wasn't wearing her white coat, there was something about her demeanor - not to mention the immaculate surgery behind her - that made it clear that she was a doctor.

"Has anyone had any luck with that radio transmission?" she asked, with the brisk and business like manner of a UNIT employee. "Or heard anything else?"

She wasn't expecting much, of course, but she had to ask.

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[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

The doctor-- the doctor who had been so helpful during his transformation. Long hesitated before replying, but in the end tapped his tablet into life.

"Hello," he said politely. "Not yet-- I have been making some notes on the language being spoken, but the sample is sadly so short..."

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[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

One of those human casualties found his way to her office door and leaned against the jamb, hair mussed, face unshaven, and steaming cup of coffee in his hand. Unlike Martha, Fitz...tended to give off the opposite of a professional aire.

"No luck," he remarked around a yawn. "But there was a bit more static an' feedback while I was waiting for the kettle to boil. Couldn't make out any words though."