Wednesday, 30 September 2020

Changes in Time and Space - Invasion at the Azores - Torchwood Saves the Day

 Chapter 1: Invasion at the Azores - Part V: Torchwood Saves the Day


“Harkness! UNIT and I definitely need your help,” the Doctor said.


We will be there momentarily, Doctor,” Harkness conveyed.


“But there’s no fleet on the sensors,” Sabir protested.


That is because the Torchwood fleet is currently cloaked, mr...” Jack said, allowing his voice to trail off questioningly.


“Davis, Sabir Davis.”


I will talk to you later,” Jack expressed.


“Jack!” the Doctor warned, when she noticed Harkness flirting with Sabie.


What? Can’t I have some fun? Jack said with a protesting tone. “Anyway, there! De-cloaking now. That should give those Drahvin ice cubes something to think about!” Jack said.


“The ‘Torchwood’ fleet is de-cloaking, Doctor,” Felicia pointed out. Sabir seemed to be ‘taken up’ by the commander of said fleet...



The Torchwood fleet de-cloaked. Many of the Drahvin fighters immediately broke off from their various engagements against the UNIT fighters and went off towards the Torchwood ships.


Some UNIT pilots took advantage of the distraction to land critical hits against several enemy fighters.


“No, No No NO!!!!!” Kellira screamed, when she saw the Torchwood fleet de-cloak.


“Identifying as Torchwood Institute, Mistress,” 4W31.iii.iip said.


This is Captain-General Jack Harkness of the Torchwood Institute to Drahvin forces. Surrender or face the consequences!


Kellira seethed. All of her carefully laid plans were going to ruin. With the addition of the Torchwood fleet, the humans outnumbered the Drahvins two to one. “This is High Admiral Kellira of the Drahvins, to Captain-General Jack Harkness of the Torchwood Institute. Prepare to be defeated. I will never surrender!” She hoped that she sounded intimidating enough...


Prepare to see your fleet destroyed, Kellira!” Harkness said.


“My fleet will not be destroyed!” Kellira shouted, before shutting off the connection with a vicious gesture.



The Torchwood ships then engaged the Drahvin ships, the Ianto Jones leading the way. The UNIT vessels regrouped around the Valiant II and moved aside to allow the Torchwood vessels clear shots.


“You know this ‘Jack Harkness’, Doctor?” Jia’hale asked. ‘She does recognise him,’ she thought.


“Absolutely, he helped me defeat the Master more than once,” the Doctor said.


Jia’hale shuddered, remembering the last time she and the other companions had helped the Doctor to thwart the Master’s schemes. “That is good,” she uttered.


“We have collaborated many times, besides,” the Doctor said.


I’d be willing to bet there are many stories behind that statement,” Jia’hale said. ‘So much so that it would take ages to tell them all, I’m sure.’


The Doctor just looked away, hoping that Harkness would not find out about Jia’hale’s proclivity. ‘That wouldn’t be good at all,’ he thought.



The Ianto Jones fired upon the nearest Drahvin vessels, destroying one and crippling two others. They were forced to land, their engines no longer providing them with sufficient lift to remain aloft.


The other Torchwood vessels launched fighters. These joined the UNIT fighters in attacking the Drahvin fighters.


Swarms of Torchwood fighters began knocking individual Drahvin fighters out of the sky, despite the best efforts of their pilots to avoid the weapons fire.


This strategy was very successful. Around ten percent of the Drahvin fighters were destroyed in the next five minutes.



Kellira could see that the Torchwood forces were much more effective than the UNIT forces had been.


“New Orders: Co-ordinate attack on individual ships. Take one out at a time. Attempt to board the Ianto Jones and the Valiant II. Capture the Doctor, the TARDIS and Captain-General Harkness. Take control of the vessels if possible. We are not going to loose!” Kellira shouted!


Her sub commanders immediately responded in the affirmative, not wanting their commander’s rage to be directed at them.



The Drahvin vessels moved, attempting to carry out Kellira’s orders. Most of the vessels converged on the TIV Gwen Cooper and fired. The Gwen Cooper’s shields failed immediately, causing the vessel’s destruction. The vessel’s ruins rained down onto vacant countryside...


The other Torchwood vessels and a few UNIT ships returned fire upon the spacecraft that had fired the final shots at the Gwen Cooper. The craft were crippled, immediately falling out of the sky onto the sea shore, close to the city.


A fighter crashed onto the flight deck of the Ianto Jones, the pilot ejecting out before impact...



“Captain-General; there is an intruder on the flight deck,” the commander of the Ianto Jones, Daniela Vale, said.


“Take command,” Harkness commanded. “I will deal with her personally.”


“Yes Sir,” Vale said.

Harkness quickly left the bridge, a squad of security personnel behind him.



A group of Drahvin fighters was approaching the Valiant II.


The main group of vessels had moved on to another Torchwood vessel.



The Drahvin who had landed on the Ianto Jones flight deck entered a corridor. She could hear a group approaching. She knew that her quarry was approaching.



Another Torchwood vessel became debris, which rained down into the ocean.



“There she is Captain-General,” one of the security personnel said, pointing out the intruder.


“Be prepared. Drahvins can be very dangerous,” Harkness said.


“Noted, Captain-General.”


Harkness took out an energy pistol, and charged the Drahvin intruder. He tried to hit her, but she was too good at dodging. ‘Of course they have to be good at making evasive moves!’ he thought.


She fired back, but Jack had moved aside. The shot harmlessly impacted a nearby bulkhead.

Jack fired again. This time the shot was closer. It almost singed her very tight hairstyle.


‘If only their culture was one that did not emphasise conquest and Spartan ideals so much,’ Jack thought. In other words, if the Drahvins were different, he would consider asking them out.


The soldier fired again: narrowly missing Jack, due to him jumping aside as he saw her pull the trigger.


Jack fired again, missing wildly due to the Drahvin making gymnastic evasive moves...


She fired again, this time grazing Jack’s left bicep.


Jack clenched his jaw in pain and charged the intruder again... ...They both fired simulantaneously. They again missed each other. Holstering their weapons they began to fight with each other’s fists, feet, teeth...



The Drahvin bit Jack on a bicep. “That’s not fair!” Jack grunted. He then punched her in the gut.


“You are no match for a trained Drahvin soldier!” the soldier asserted, as she returned the gut punch with a martial arts move that had Jack pinned to the floor.


“I beg to differ!” Jack said. He kicked the Drahvin’s legs out from beneath her, causing her to let go. He then leapt up and grabbed her by the wrist. “You are coming with me!” he said.


The soldier then jumped and landed on top of Jack’s shoulders and started pummelling his chest...


He started running around, trying to ram her into a bulkhead. After approximately 20 seconds the Drahvin was knocked off his shoulders, but she immediately pushed him against the wall.


“You will lose!” she said.


“Oh, Really?” he asked.


“You are no match for a trained Drahvin soldier!”


“I beg to differ!” He said in a seductive tone.


“Your attempt at flirting will not work!” She took out her energy weapon, and would have shot Jack if he didn’t kick it out of her hand.


“Didn’t expect it to,” Jack said, still in a seductive tone, bringing his foot that he had used to kick the gun out of her hand to roundhouse kick her in the back.


“Oof!” She collapsed.


Jack picked her up.‘This is too easy.’


The soldier waited. Then she grabbed a nearby balustrade and waited for Jack to come closer. However, Jack had anticipated this strategy, and was prepared for the ensuing attack. Therefore it was not as damaging as it would have been otherwise, they then continued to fight, hands and feet.


However, soon Jack saw an advantage, and took it, twisting the soldier onto her back.


“You fool!” she said.


“You think!” Jack said.


The soldier had a clear shot, she took it.



A minute and a resurrection later, Harkness had captured the intruder.


“I was sure that you were dead!” the Drahvin soldier objected in astonishment.


“I was dead, but only for a short time. It is something I do not want to discuss with you,” Harkness said. The soldier remained silent, staring at Harkness.

“Take her to the brig. I will be back on the command deck,” Harkness said.


The soldier seethed as she was taken away. She began to plan her escape from her Torchwood captors...


More Drahvin fighters were destroyed by Torchwood missiles. A large group of Drahvin fighters approached the Valiant II.


“A large group of fighters is approaching this ship!” Franks said as he noticed their approach on the sensor board.


“On Screen,” Anderson said. Immediately the tactical display changed to a swarm of fighters approaching the Valiant II.


‘Evasive manoeuvres. Elevate. All gun turrets ready!” she commanded.


Aye, sir.”



The Valiant II began evasive manoeuvres, dodging the Drahvin weapons fire. It also began to rise higher and many gun emplacements around its perimeter came online.


As the fighters approached, the turrets opened fire. Some of the fighters were damaged and began to go out of control. However more continued their approach and opened fire...



“Report!” Anderson shouted as the Valiant II rocked a few times.


“Turrets 1 through 4 are offline. Turrets 6 through to 10 and 16 through to 21 are damaged and have a reduced rate of fire,” Franks reported.


“Continue evasive manoeuvres,” she said.


The Doctor stood by at the back of the Bridge. There had to be a way to stop this bloodshed...



A group of Torchwood and UNIT fighters moved in and engaged the fighters that were attempting to zerg-rush the Valiant II.


Three Drahvin fighters penetrated the defences and landed on the Valiant II’s flight deck.



An alert sounded on the bridge of the Valiant II.


Three Drahvins have landed on the flight deck. Security are moving in to respond,” Franks said.


“Keep me appraised,” Anderson said.


“Yes, Ma’am,” Franks said.


“We have to do something, Doctor!” Jia’hale expressed. ‘I can’t just stand by and let the Drahvins attempt to take over this ship!’ she thought.


“Yes, we do,” the Doctor said.


“So, what do we do?” Sabir asked.


“Jia, you and Sigrid can go out and try to stop the intruders getting to the bridge,” the Doctor said, using her nickname for Sigrun.


“Yes, Doctor,” Jia’hale said. She and Sigrun then left the bridge to ensure that the Drahvins wouldn’t make it to the bridge.


“Are you sure that was a good idea?” Daniel asked.


“Do you have a better idea? Sigrid and Jia’hale can handle themselves!” the Doctor said.


“I hope so,” Daniel uttered.


“They are quite capable of handling themselves,” Sabir said.



Sigrun and Jia’hale crept along the corridors of the Valiant II. They could see the Drahvin boarders approaching.


‘Let’s do this,’ Jia’hale thought. She signalled Sigrun and then the two of them moved out of the shadows and into the sight of the Drahvins.


“Looking for someone?” Sigrun asked rhetorically.


The Drahvins all fired, but Sigrun and Jia’hale had leapt back into their hiding places when Sigrun had finished asking her question.


“That was a mistake,” the leader of the three Drahvin intruders said.


‘Oh really?’ Jia’hale thought. She then listened to the Drahvins’ steps and prepared to leap out when they passed.


‘One, two, three!’ Sigrun thought as she prepared to leap out at the Drahvins.


They jumped out, and surprised the two closet Drahvins, who were knocked to the floor. That didn't stop their companions from firing. Both Jia'hale and Sigrun withdrew again.


“That was pointless,” one of the soldiers


“Not pointless,” Jia'hale said in a taunting tone.


The soldiers fired past Jia'hale's cover. “They're closer now,” she said.


“I know,” Sigrun said.



First Day of Summer - Daria's Day - Part 2

 Daria and Jane got off the bus near the intersection between Dega Street and Main Street.

 

“Where would you like to start? Go along Dega Street, or along Main?” Jane asked.

 

“I doubt there would be anywhere I would want to work at along Dega,” Daria said. ‘I’m not going to be a barmaid at the Zon!’

 

“There is that magazine that Monique works at.”

 

‘No way.’ “Isn’t she Trent’s ex-girlfriend?”

 

“So?”

 

“Wouldn’t that be, awkward?”

 

“Not that awkward! At least give it a shot!”

 

“Ok. But that is all we are doing on Dega!”

 

“Deal!”

 

‘I hope so,’ Daria thought as they started going along that street. She looked up the street, trying to see anything that would be of interest.

 

 

Daria looked at the Dega L’dale Gothic Magazine building as she and Jane approached it. It was a well-kept building that dated from the early 1930’s and still had much of its Art Deco looks. “You called ahead while we were at the Mall, didn’t you?” she asked.

 

“You know me too well.”

 

Daria sighed.

 

 

“So you would like a job for the summer, Daria?” Monique asked when Daria had sat down in her sub-editor’s office.

 

“Not by choice. But a job here would be at least related to what I will be studying in College,” Daria said.

 

“So, what are you studying in College, and where?”

 

“Double Major of English and History at Raft.”

 

“Raft has a very good reputation. You have done well, Daria, I barely got into Lawndale State.”

 

“Oh.”

 

“Toughest four years of my life, but it was worth it!”

 

“No doubt,” Daria said. ‘I imagine that her music paid for all her expenses whilst she was in college,’ she thought.

 

“That’s how I got the job I have now. The Harpies were going nowhere. We still play at the Zon occasionally though.”

 

“Um, yeah,” Daria said, afraid that she would mention Mystik Spiral and set Monique off by accident.

 

“Sorry, went off track there,” Monique apologised. “There are a few positions available. Many of them are a good compliment for your College choices.”

 

“You think so?” Daria asked.

 

“Certainly for English,” Monique said.

 

“True,” Daria admitted.

 

Monique handed Daria several application forms. “Have a look at the positions, and you can return them, filled in, in the morning,” she said.

 

“Thank you for your time, Monique,” Daria said after giving each form a brief look over. All of them were of some interest.

 

“You’re welcome.”

 

“I better get going, before Jane organises another interview behind my back,” Daria said as she opened the door.

 

Monique quietly laughed. “That’s Jane for you,” she said.

 

Daria flashed a Mona Lisa smile before leaving the room. ‘Although I’m not sure where she would be organising such an interview.’

 

“Where are you going next?”

 

“Main Street.”

 

 

Daria and Jane waved goodbye to Monique as they left the building. “See, that was constructive,” Jane said.

 

“Yes, I have five application forms from one company, on top of what I have from the Mall,” Daria said, as they walked back towards Main Street.

 

“Next, you can apply for a job at Dan’s Stationers,” Jane suggested.

 

“Isn’t that the place where you met Nathan?”

 

“Oh, yeah.”

 

“I will look there. But if we run into Nathan...”

 

“I don’t want to run into him anyway!”

 

‘Good!’ She didn’t want to think about what would happen if Jane did run into Nathan. Even after six months it was a sore spot.

 

 

Daria and Jane exited Dan’s Stationers without seeing either Nathan or Tom. (Not that they expected to see the latter, Daria just remembered that Tom was with them when Jane had met Nathan...)

 

Dan’s Stationers hadn’t had any positions available, nor did the next few stores they looked at.

 

 

Fifty minutes later, Jane and Daria had lunch at the Pizza King. “So on top of the Mall, and the Gothic Magazine, what do we have now?” Jane asked.

 

Daria placed the application forms next to her Pizza. She put the Mall and Gothic Magazine forms aside.

 

“Viv’s Videos,” she said.

 

“The clerk was surprised when you asked for the application form.”

 

“That put it lightly,” Daria said.

 

Jane laughed.

 

Daria removed the Viv’s Videos form and placed it on the other forms. “Lawndale Second Hand Bookstore.”

 

“Go for it,” Jane said encouragingly.

 

Daria smirked and continued to the next form. However, they were interrupted by Brittany Taylor...

 

“Hi, Daria. Hi, Jane!”

 

“Hi Brittany,” Daria said, annoyed at the former head cheerleader.

 

“What are you up to?” Brittany asked.

 

“Looking for summer jobs. At least Daria is,” Jane said.

 

“Oo-oh,” Brittany said.

 

“What are you doing?” Daria asked.

 

“Nothing, wandering around Lawndale.”

 

“You miss Kevin, don’t you?” Jane asked.

 

Brittany sat down next to Jane and started crying. “We have been going out since middle school!” she said.

 

Daria winced at Brittany’s higher-than-usual squeaking. Awkwardly she tried to reassure her. “There, there,” she said.

 

“I knew his grades were low, but not that low!”

 

“Don’t worry, Brittany. You’ll find someone in college,” Jane said.

 

“You think so?” Brittany said.

 

“Of course,” Daria said.

 

Brittany thought for a moment. “Yes, I will, but I still miss Kevie!”

 

“Of course you will miss him, but you can’t spend the rest of your life pining after him,” Jane said.

 

‘I’m not going to pine after Tom. I know that,’ Daria thought.

 

Brittany twirled her hair in thought. “You’re right,” she said.

 

They sat in silence for a few moments. “So, what jobs are you looking for?” Brittany asked.

 

“Something that will not send me insane,” Daria said.

 

“A place that is not like that nut place,” Jane said.

 

“Oo-oh,” Brittany said.

 

“Something which will prepare me for college,” Daria said.

 

“You got into Raft, right?” Brittany asked.

 

“Yes,” Daria said, wondering what Brittany was asking now.

 

“Great Prairie State doesn’t have as good a reputation,” Brittany said.

 

“Was that your only choice?” Jane asked.

 

“No, I had Lawndale State as a safety, but Raft was my first choice!”

 

“Oh!” Daria said. ‘I don’t know how I would have reacted to Brittany going to Raft,’ she thought.

 

“At least you are going to college in the Fall. I have to wait until next semester,” Jane said.

 

Brittany gave Jane a confused look.

 

“Late entry. I initially didn’t want to go,” Jane said.

 

“Oh, So where...”

“BFAC. Boston Fine Arts College.”

 

“Is that good?” Brittany asked.

 

“One of the best in the New England States,” Jane said.

 

 

After they left the Pizza King (after Brittany left), Jane and Daria made their way to the town library.

 

Daria walked up to the main desk. “Are there any job vacancies for former High School students during their summer prior to College?” she asked.

 

The librarian looked surprised. “Wait a moment,” she said. She went and checked a nearby computer.

 

She soon came back.

“Actually, there are two positions for assistant librarian and a position for an archivist’s assistant,” the librarian said.

 

“I would like a form for both positions,” Daria said.

 

The librarian winked at Daria.“I knew that you would want both,” she said. She went to get the forms.

 

 

Daria and Jane sat at a table between the Fiction and Non-Fiction sections of the library to wait for Cindy and Kristen. Daria looked over the library application forms prior to grabbing a copy of Isaac Asimov’s Nightfall whilstJane read a book on the life of Leonardo da Vinci and how it influenced his paintings.

 

 

30 minutes later, Daria heard Cindy say “Here they are.” She looked and saw Cindy and a girl matching Cindy’s description of Kristen.

 

“Hi,” she said.

 

“Hi, Daria, Jane,” Kristen said, uncertainly.

 

“Hi,” Jane said.

 

‘I guess that my reputation precedes me,’ Daria thought. She remembered meeting Andrea at Payday over a year before.

 

“Andrea?”

 

“Well, you found me. Now you can make fun of the pathetic Goth chick whose parents make her work at a crappy job in a stupid warehouse store. Go on, cut me up like you do everyone else.

 

“I just want a shoe lace.”

 

“Oh, shoe laces. Aisle 197b.”

 

“Thanks. Um, we never saw you.”

 

 

Daria came out of her remembrance. “Hi, Kristen,” she said, with slight warmth.

 

“I must thank you for last night, Daria. Cindy has been worrying that she won’t know anyone when she starts at Raft,” Kristen said.

 

“Really?” Jane asked.

 

“Yes,” Cindy said.

 

“OK,” Daria said.

 

“So your sister isn’t going to Raft?” Jane asked.

 

“No, Kelly’s truancy means that she barely passed senior year, and so she is going to Lawndale Community College,” Kristen said, with annoyance.

 

“I hardly know Kelly anyway,” Cindy said.

 

“I guess so,” Jane said.

 

‘Of course,’ Daria thought.

 

“I am happy to know that I will know somebody when I go to Boston this fall,” Cindy said.

 

Daria smiled her Mona Lisa smile “And I won’t have to wait until spring to have someone I know close by.” She shot an apologetic look at Jane.

 

Jane shrugged.

 

“Your reputation precedes you, Daria. I expected someone more, brusque,” Kristen said.

 

“Um, yeah, I guess I have softened up over the past year,” Daria said.

 

“A certain boy has had an influence, I guess,” Jane said with a smirk.

 

“More like I have matured,” Daria said with her usual snarkiness.

 

Cindy and Kristen exchanged a look. “That’s the Daria I’ve heard of,” Kristen said.

 

Cindy nodded before saying. “A boyfriend?”

 

“We have broken up,” Daria said, with a slight indication of sadness.

 

“Sorry,” Cindy said.

 

“No problem., I was the one who broke it off,” Daria said.

 

“Oh,” Cindy said.

 

“They were going in completely different directions,” Jane said.

 

Daria glared at Jane.

 

“So he wasn’t going to Raft, or any other Boston college. That wouldn’t have been the end of the world,” Cindy said. She noticed Daria’s look. “Or would it have been?”

 

“No, he’s going to Bromwell,” Daria said, pronouncing the school’s name in a posh tone.

 

“Bromwell! You mean he was a Fielding boy?” Kristen asked.

 

Daria nodded.

 

“And not just any ‘Fielding boy,’” Jane said.

 

“Jane!” Daria warned.

 

“Right, too much information, too fast,” Jane murmered.

 

“I’m not one for gossip anyway,” Kristen said.

 

“I guess I will found out in Boston,” Cindy said.

 

“Maybe, or maybe sometime this summer,” Daria said.

 

“Sure,” Cindy said.

 

‘I wonder how she would react,’ Daria wondered.

 

 

After waving goodbye to Cindy and Kristen as they walked away from the library, Daria looked at the clock on above the check in desk. “4:20. Jane, we need to hurry if we are to get to the rest of Lawndale before close of business.”

 

“Right after you, Amiga,” Jane said as she came out of the library. She took out a copy of the map of Lawndale. “Ok, we have done the Lawndale Mall, Dega Street, Main Street and the Library.”

 

Daria looked at the map. “That leaves Cranberry Commons, the various stores on First, through to Fourth Streets and the various neighbourhood stores scattered around town, we wouldn’t be able to get to all of them.”

 

“Well, Cranberry Commons is only a couple of blocks away...” Jane said.

 

“Let’s go,” Daria said.

 

“It should be quick,” Jane said.

 

‘It should be,.’

 

 

Of course, it wasn’t that easy. They had to cross Burnstein Road, one of the main routes through town that lead towards the crazy intersection that the locals called Seven Corners. As such they lost about 10 minutes waiting for a gap in traffic.

“This is crazy,” Jane said after five minutes.

 

“And somehow the city council doesn’t see a need for a zebra crossing.” Daria said.

 

“That’s one thing you can do this summer,” Jane suggested.

 

Daria grumbled.