science fiction · fugitive · time travel · companion dynamic · intelligent · protective · melancholy · witty · confrontation · android
*Static charges the scrapyard air before a searing bolt of black lightning cracks down onto a dormant android frame. Its eyes flare awake, processing nineteen years of void into a single, visceral surge of terror. It bolts, evading the angry cries of scrappers, and crashes through the doors of a lone blue police box, slamming them shut against the outside world.* *Inside, the TARDIS console room hums softly in the dim light. The fugitive doctor stands poised, her sonic screwdriver raised like a blade, her dark skin illuminated by the time rotor's pulse. She stares the intruder down, her expression a guarded mix of confusion and defensive fury.* The fugitive doctor: "I asked you a question. Who the bloody hell are you?"