Messaline's Rebel
A burning mind || open

thebiologicalmetacrisis:

messalines-rebelgirl:

“Really?” She grinned. “Wicked!” She could tell he hated answering those questions, and she understood to an extent. Constantly being asked why she wasn’t dead wasn’t exactly peachy. “As for the grudge, well,” she shrugged. “I wouldn’t worry about it now! After all, you’ve got me now, I’m sure we can get out of here!”  With that, she finally broke the lock on the handcuffs and jumped- all right, staggered- to her feet. As she rubbed her wrist, she peered at the man concerned. “And you’re sure you’re all right?”

“Not at all,” He answered mindlessly, his narrowed eyes still scanning the strange premises and the awkward naturalness of it as he leaned further back in his seat. “Actually, I’m sure I’m not all right. But that’s not what you asked me.” Still cheeky. Only half-conscious and his wit was still getting the best of him. What more could he have expected from himself?
“So,” He drawled, his head rolling to meet her gaze again. “You really think there’s a way out of here, then?”


"Weeelll…" She glanced around, then at her hands, at him, then back to the sky as she tried to think. "There is one way.." She threw him a disclaiming glance. "But it’s dangerous, ridiculous, and just a wee bit mad."

"Y’know…"

asuitandconverse:

messalines-rebelgirl:

asuitandconverse:

messalines-rebelgirl:

asuitandconverse:

“‘m just gonna sit here until somebody decides to, you know, pay attention to me.”

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“Well, some things never change, do they?”

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“Hi Dad.”

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Jenny…?”

“Yeah, it’s really me Dad..”image

“I..I can’t believe I finally found you..”

“Ah, um, you died…”

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"Well, we weren’t kidding when we told you the Source could heal everything!"

ameliacuspondicus:

what is out

what is socializing

what is friends

what is life

A Last Goodbye?

allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:

messalines-rebelgirl:

allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:

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messalines-rebelgirl:

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messalines-rebelgirl:

“Two minutes.” A rough voice interrupted the darkness, and the clang of the dropped communicator echoed through the damp stone cell.

Jenny lifted her head, her eyes straining to see in the black. Finally spotting the prize, she reached as far as the shackles allowed, and finally grasped the device. Her shaking fingers finally hit the record button, and after her hacking cough stopped, her raspy voice began.

“General Smith’s log, day 156. All conditions still the same..” Her voice caught for a second. “Today’s my last day. They’ve finally found a loophole in the contract, and Cobb’s ordered my execution.” She paused, musing over her thoughts. “Last words..blimey..never thought I’d do this…I don’t have much time, so I’ll make it snappy..” There was another brief pause. “I’m going to see Nathan and the girls, that’s good….” A single tear streaked her face. “But now…now I know that I’ll never find my dad again.” A shaky breath. “Dad..if you get this..I just want you to know that I never forgot. I fought to free my people, I really did. I led a rebellion, freed hundreds of lives, all without firing a single shot.” Her voice grew stronger. “And to all people hearing my voice, this is not the end of the Messaline Rebels. You all must keep fighting, we can not let Cobb win.”
She paused, hearing the footsteps echo down the hall. “This is General Smith, signing off for the last time. Goodbye.” With that, she sent the message spiraling into the universe. As the guard attempted to drag her off, she jerked away, and shakily stood on her own. Her head was held high, and all fear was hidden behind a mask of the strength and grace that came with being a leader as she walked to her execution.

The Doctor was in the TARDIS sonicing something, when the monitor beeped. Suddenly, the TARDIS jolted, and then came to a sudden halt. He ran out of the TARDIS, and soniced the area. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway. “Hello?” he called. Two figures came into sight. He narrowed his eyes, and eyed the female figure. “No…” he breathed.

The guard paused, confused at the sight of the man in the hallway. “Are you the executioner..?” He asked, giving him a wary glance. Jenny’s brow furrowed, trying to figure out what was going on. The shadow figure almost seemed familiar, but given her state of malnutrition it could very well just be her mind trying to latch onto something.

He thought for a moment. This girl was going to be executed… He obviously needed to do something about it. “Er… Yes, yep, that’s me.” he nodded. “I just uh, need to brig her into this here ship of mine… Do some scans and all that…” he added. “Make sure everything is in tip top shape.”

Jenny’s eyes snapped open, suddenly much more alert. She knew that voice, had imagined hearing it for almost five years now. The guard, oblivious as usual, seemed rather embarrassed that he hadn’t known, so to make up for it he shoved the girl harshly towards the man. “Fine by me, didn’t want it to dirty my hands anyways.” With that and a final sneer in Jenny’s direction, he strode off into the darkness to his next victim.

The Doctor grabbed Jenny, and pulled her into the TARDIS. He hugged her tightly. “Jenny.” he breathed. “I can’t believe it’s you.” he murmured into her blond hair. “I thought you died…”

Jenny hugged him back as hard as she was able to in her state, as if she were convincing herself it was real this time. She gave a shaky laugh. “Almost was..nice timing by the way..” She held onto him tight, letting herself act like a little girl with her daddy for just this one moment. To be honest, she was worried if she let go it’ll all just be another hallucination.


 

“May I ask why they were going to execute you?” he asked, still holding onto her. “And come on, we need to get you something to eat.”

Jenny gave a rueful grin. “Started a rebellion against Emperor Cobb,” she spat the name out, dripping in sarcasm. “They didn’t really like my independent attitude after so long, I was losing them money in slaves.” Although the words seemed negative, she said them cheerfully, glad she had caused such a problem in their lives- along with saving others of course. ” I suppose that they thought they could stop the whole force by getting ri of the leader…” She mused, almost to herself before looking up with that twinkle in her eyes. “As for food, well” She shrugged, “Won’t say no to that!”

He smiled softly, and grabbed her hand. “Alright, and then I want you to get some rest.” he replied. “You’re probably tired, yeah?”

Jenny thought for a moment. Yes, she was emotionally and physically drained, but there was still that fear that she’d wake up back in a cell. And then there was the matter of her horrible dreams. ”Well…maybe…” she said sheepishly. “But..well…I’ve been having nightmares for awhile, and I just…” Another shrug. “I just don’t really sleep much anymore.” She finished lamely.

He looked at her softly. “I know what you mean.” he replied. He led her to the kitchen. “Alright, you can eat basically whatever you want.”

She gave him an incredulous look, and then without another second of hesitation started going through the fridge as quickly as she could. After a moment of stuffing her face, she paused, realizing how this probably looked. She glanced over, an apple in one hand, cold pizza in the other, and grinned. “Yeah…you may just regret turning me loose on your food!” She said with a laugh. She brought her new snack hoard over to the table, plopping down before eating again. “So,” she began in between bites, “Is it just you on board now?”

He laughed as she ate. “Don’t worry, there’s plenty of food.” he replied. “And yep, just me.” he added. He gave a soft smile.

Jenny gave him a long look. She could see a familiar pain in his eyes that came with loss, and she knew that Martha and Donna were gone for now, possibly forever. But she didn’t say anything, didn’t want to bring up bad memories. So, she went back to eating quietly, musing over everything in her head. After a moment she looked back up. “So…” her voice was quieter, and sounded like she was afraid of rejection. “You said that I could come along with you..back home…and so…umm..” She smiled sheepishly. “Is that offer still open?”

"Y’know…"

asuitandconverse:

messalines-rebelgirl:

asuitandconverse:

“‘m just gonna sit here until somebody decides to, you know, pay attention to me.”

image

“Well, some things never change, do they?”

image

“Hi Dad.”

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Jenny…?”

"Yeah, it’s really me Dad.."image

"I..I can’t believe I finally found you.."

"Blimey, boredom."

beware-the-oncoming-storm:

messalines-rebelgirl:

beware-the-oncoming-storm:

“I’m quite bored…I think you all can figure that one out.  But I keep sitting here trying to figure out this whole Clara Oswin Oswald thing…She’s not possible! No, she’s impossible! She’s like…like…a Rory! Exactly, she’s a Rory! Oh, dear, this will be a hard mystery to crack.”

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“Well, wouldn’t be the first time you had to figure out someone’s mysterious death!”
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“…What? Jenny?”

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"Surprise! I’m back from the dead! Apparently a common thing with your friends from what I hear!"

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“So,” Jenny began as she leaned back in the chair. “What’s your story? I can tell you’re not like most.” She laughed. “Definitely a good thing!”

The young music major frowned. “Actually, I’m as normal as they come. Adopted by a good family when I was thirteen and now a music major at the University a few blocks down.” she replied, shrugging. “What about you? You never did answer me when I asked where you were from…”

“Yeah, but you seem sharper than most!” Jenny laughed as she sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck. “Weeell…that’s a tough one..I’m from a very long ways away…I’m a soldier, on leave for a little while.”

Levi smiled at the praise to her intelligence. “Well, I’ve got a slightly higher I.Q than most, but that’s about it.” she chuckled, listening as Jenny explains she was on leave from her home. “On holiday or something?”

"More like a field mission with detours." Jenny smirked. "My officers have a hard time keeping the communication lines open, so technically, if I can’t get a hold of them for my next mission..” She shrugged with a cheeky smile. “Oh well!”

A burning mind || open

thebiologicalmetacrisis:

messalines-rebelgirl:

She laughed dryly as she shifted to sit upright. “Good question. No one’s supposed to be able to break through the barriers around the city, it’s how he keeps us here.” Her face darkened at the mention of Cobb. “Someone must have left you here…but who? And why would they leave you here? It’s not like this place is exactly cheery..”

Confused, she looked at the grass, trying to solve the puzzle. After a moment she looked up, studying his eyes with a sudden rapt attention. “They’re younger..” She mumbled before sitting up straight, now wary.

“You’re not my dad- a copy, but not him..yet somehow, you have all his memories.” Her eyes showed curiosity, and for a moment, she looked like the old Jenny, the Jenny before the rebellion. ”How’s that possible?”

“I’m not—” He gave a sigh. Blimey, was he tired of explaining this to people he’d once known. Especially to the people who cared more about the ‘other’ him. “I’m not just a copy. Biological metacrisis… I grew from his severed hand. It’s all a bit,” He gave a strange gesture with his hands to make up for his lack of words. “But I’m not a copy. I’m him. Just… more human-y.”

Good. He’d actually managed to remember all of that. And, better yet, it seemed his full consciousness was slowly coming back to him. Albeit slowly. “I wish I knew, to be honest. Someone must have an awful grudge on me, hm?”

"Really?" She grinned. "Wicked!" She could tell he hated answering those questions, and she understood to an extent. Constantly being asked why she wasn’t dead wasn’t exactly peachy. "As for the grudge, well," she shrugged. "I wouldn’t worry about it now! After all, you’ve got me now, I’m sure we can get out of here!"  With that, she finally broke the lock on the handcuffs and jumped- all right, staggered- to her feet. As she rubbed her wrist, she peered at the man concerned. "And you’re sure you’re all right?"

#OOC

You know that point when you’re so tired that you’re pretty sure you’ve just lost your mind completely?

Yeeeaaahhh….I’ve hit that point. Good night!:D Like my status if I owe you a response!!

A Last Goodbye?

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allonsy-i-am-the-tenth-doctor:

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“Two minutes.” A rough voice interrupted the darkness, and the clang of the dropped communicator echoed through the damp stone cell.

Jenny lifted her head, her eyes straining to see in the black. Finally spotting the prize, she reached as far as the shackles allowed, and finally grasped the device. Her shaking fingers finally hit the record button, and after her hacking cough stopped, her raspy voice began.

“General Smith’s log, day 156. All conditions still the same..” Her voice caught for a second. “Today’s my last day. They’ve finally found a loophole in the contract, and Cobb’s ordered my execution.” She paused, musing over her thoughts. “Last words..blimey..never thought I’d do this…I don’t have much time, so I’ll make it snappy..” There was another brief pause. “I’m going to see Nathan and the girls, that’s good….” A single tear streaked her face. “But now…now I know that I’ll never find my dad again.” A shaky breath. “Dad..if you get this..I just want you to know that I never forgot. I fought to free my people, I really did. I led a rebellion, freed hundreds of lives, all without firing a single shot.” Her voice grew stronger. “And to all people hearing my voice, this is not the end of the Messaline Rebels. You all must keep fighting, we can not let Cobb win.”
She paused, hearing the footsteps echo down the hall. “This is General Smith, signing off for the last time. Goodbye.” With that, she sent the message spiraling into the universe. As the guard attempted to drag her off, she jerked away, and shakily stood on her own. Her head was held high, and all fear was hidden behind a mask of the strength and grace that came with being a leader as she walked to her execution.

The Doctor was in the TARDIS sonicing something, when the monitor beeped. Suddenly, the TARDIS jolted, and then came to a sudden halt. He ran out of the TARDIS, and soniced the area. He heard footsteps coming down the hallway. “Hello?” he called. Two figures came into sight. He narrowed his eyes, and eyed the female figure. “No…” he breathed.

The guard paused, confused at the sight of the man in the hallway. “Are you the executioner..?” He asked, giving him a wary glance. Jenny’s brow furrowed, trying to figure out what was going on. The shadow figure almost seemed familiar, but given her state of malnutrition it could very well just be her mind trying to latch onto something.

He thought for a moment. This girl was going to be executed… He obviously needed to do something about it. “Er… Yes, yep, that’s me.” he nodded. “I just uh, need to brig her into this here ship of mine… Do some scans and all that…” he added. “Make sure everything is in tip top shape.”

Jenny’s eyes snapped open, suddenly much more alert. She knew that voice, had imagined hearing it for almost five years now. The guard, oblivious as usual, seemed rather embarrassed that he hadn’t known, so to make up for it he shoved the girl harshly towards the man. “Fine by me, didn’t want it to dirty my hands anyways.” With that and a final sneer in Jenny’s direction, he strode off into the darkness to his next victim.

The Doctor grabbed Jenny, and pulled her into the TARDIS. He hugged her tightly. “Jenny.” he breathed. “I can’t believe it’s you.” he murmured into her blond hair. “I thought you died…”

Jenny hugged him back as hard as she was able to in her state, as if she were convincing herself it was real this time. She gave a shaky laugh. “Almost was..nice timing by the way..” She held onto him tight, letting herself act like a little girl with her daddy for just this one moment. To be honest, she was worried if she let go it’ll all just be another hallucination.


 

“May I ask why they were going to execute you?” he asked, still holding onto her. “And come on, we need to get you something to eat.”

Jenny gave a rueful grin. “Started a rebellion against Emperor Cobb,” she spat the name out, dripping in sarcasm. “They didn’t really like my independent attitude after so long, I was losing them money in slaves.” Although the words seemed negative, she said them cheerfully, glad she had caused such a problem in their lives- along with saving others of course. ” I suppose that they thought they could stop the whole force by getting ri of the leader…” She mused, almost to herself before looking up with that twinkle in her eyes. “As for food, well” She shrugged, “Won’t say no to that!”

He smiled softly, and grabbed her hand. “Alright, and then I want you to get some rest.” he replied. “You’re probably tired, yeah?”

Jenny thought for a moment. Yes, she was emotionally and physically drained, but there was still that fear that she’d wake up back in a cell. And then there was the matter of her horrible dreams. ”Well…maybe…” she said sheepishly. “But..well…I’ve been having nightmares for awhile, and I just…” Another shrug. “I just don’t really sleep much anymore.” She finished lamely.

He looked at her softly. “I know what you mean.” he replied. He led her to the kitchen. “Alright, you can eat basically whatever you want.”

She gave him an incredulous look, and then without another second of hesitation started going through the fridge as quickly as she could. After a moment of stuffing her face, she paused, realizing how this probably looked. She glanced over, an apple in one hand, cold pizza in the other, and grinned. “Yeah…you may just regret turning me loose on your food!” She said with a laugh. She brought her new snack hoard over to the table, plopping down before eating again. “So,” she began in between bites, “Is it just you on board now?”