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amythorthree) wrote2009-04-21 03:46 pm
amythorthree) wrote2009-04-21 03:46 pm
Entry tags:
Doctor Who: Meme Response: Eloquent
Title: Meme Response: Eloquent
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Romana II
Word Count: 247
Notes: Mmm, tastytasty TIme War fic. Oh I love it dearly and I love Romana and damn everything if this isn't my guilty pleasure era.
She stands before them with her eyes closed. They are waiting for her to begin speaking, she knows that and each moment she remains silent is a calculated move, an act to make sure that when her words do begin, they will be listening.
Her eyes open and she starts.
"Members of the High Council," Romana begins, her tone even. It's as if she's proposing something simple, something that won't leave a scar. "I stand before you with heavy hearts, for what I have to present is something I have hoped I would not have to say."
They know what's coming before she finishes but the small ripple of surprise that runs through the group can't be helped.
"Within the next week a war will begin. A war that is going to to leave the universe trembling, I am sure." She takes in a breath, looking around her.
"However, it is a war that must be fought and if anyone is to do it, I would wish it to be us. We are capable, we have technology that is far beyond almost every other species in this universe and it is our responsibility to use that in order to fight for the safety of those species along with ourselves."
"The Daleks don't want a war," she explains. "They want nothing more than to come in and see not only us but everything else fall to pieces. I refuse to give them what they want as should you."
They almost seem to grow uncomfortable when they are mentioned and she finds this almost funny. None of them will do the fighting, she knows that. Their lives will not be the ones to perish and she almost wishes that would be different.
But that's getting a little too personal.
"I intend to win this," she says after a moment. "It will not be easy, we will have to burn our friends, our loved ones, I'm sure, but we will win. We will will for Gallifrey and for this entire universe, that I promise you."
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Romana II
Word Count: 247
Notes: Mmm, tastytasty TIme War fic. Oh I love it dearly and I love Romana and damn everything if this isn't my guilty pleasure era.
She stands before them with her eyes closed. They are waiting for her to begin speaking, she knows that and each moment she remains silent is a calculated move, an act to make sure that when her words do begin, they will be listening.
Her eyes open and she starts.
"Members of the High Council," Romana begins, her tone even. It's as if she's proposing something simple, something that won't leave a scar. "I stand before you with heavy hearts, for what I have to present is something I have hoped I would not have to say."
They know what's coming before she finishes but the small ripple of surprise that runs through the group can't be helped.
"Within the next week a war will begin. A war that is going to to leave the universe trembling, I am sure." She takes in a breath, looking around her.
"However, it is a war that must be fought and if anyone is to do it, I would wish it to be us. We are capable, we have technology that is far beyond almost every other species in this universe and it is our responsibility to use that in order to fight for the safety of those species along with ourselves."
"The Daleks don't want a war," she explains. "They want nothing more than to come in and see not only us but everything else fall to pieces. I refuse to give them what they want as should you."
They almost seem to grow uncomfortable when they are mentioned and she finds this almost funny. None of them will do the fighting, she knows that. Their lives will not be the ones to perish and she almost wishes that would be different.
But that's getting a little too personal.
"I intend to win this," she says after a moment. "It will not be easy, we will have to burn our friends, our loved ones, I'm sure, but we will win. We will will for Gallifrey and for this entire universe, that I promise you."