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Jack Harkness could have screamed.
So. Close.
Just one more good hit would take out the Dalek mothership. Though it was calling for help, it was practically defenseless, screens down, interceptors used up. But Jack's ship was hardly in better shape. His only functional weapon system was the mass driver, and he'd thrown everything that was loose, everything that he could pry loose. Food and utensils, loose change, then clothing. His briefs had made a nice dent in the Daleks' hull, but hadn't penetrated.
If only there was something else here, maybe 75 kilograms, that I could stuff into the launch tube, he thought, as his reflection in the viewport caught his eye.
***
And that, O Best Beloved, is how the Face Of Bo came to be.
So. Close.
Just one more good hit would take out the Dalek mothership. Though it was calling for help, it was practically defenseless, screens down, interceptors used up. But Jack's ship was hardly in better shape. His only functional weapon system was the mass driver, and he'd thrown everything that was loose, everything that he could pry loose. Food and utensils, loose change, then clothing. His briefs had made a nice dent in the Daleks' hull, but hadn't penetrated.
If only there was something else here, maybe 75 kilograms, that I could stuff into the launch tube, he thought, as his reflection in the viewport caught his eye.
***
And that, O Best Beloved, is how the Face Of Bo came to be.
