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Jet nodded. He was very satisfied with his genius plan, and the pride was all over his face.

No one called Yoo-nit a bucket-o-bolts, except maybe Jet. He swore like a space sailor (which he technically was) at the Doctor. And as that guy talked about talking to a kenku, Jet doubled the amount of curse words used.
At least despite his space-Donald Ducking at the Doctor, Jet still was in high spirits. He followed the lead of the Doctor, and left his claws and beaks where it could be seen, avoiding any sudden movement.

"Am I being detained?" he asked in the slurred voice of a drunken man stopped by the police, otherwise he actually left the talking to the Doctor.

Table:
1. They don’t get searched
2. They don’t get searched
3. They get searched but the bad guys don’t find anything
4. Searched, but they only get the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver
5. Searched, Jet’s gun is taken, but not the screwdriver
6. Searched and both the blaster and screwdriver are taken

"Am I being detained?" he asked in the slurred voice of a drunken man stopped by the police, otherwise he actually left the talking to the Doctor.

"You're being whatever we tell ya you are," The lead grunt shot back.

The grunts rifle through The Doctor and Jet's pockets. They find his blaster but not the Doctor's Sonic screwdriver, but they do confiscate a flask.

"Hey, I need that," The Doctor snapped. "And I swear I wasn't drinkin' and flyin'. He was the one at the wheel and he ain't had a drop!"

The grunt ignored the comment and then asked, "Is there anyone else on this ship besides the two of you?"

"Only us boids," The Doctor replied. "Would you like to see my license and registration, officer?"

A grunt stuck his head in the door of the police box and looked around. He motioned and two of the rhino men followed him into the TARDIS.

"You two are coming us," The leader demanded. "Let's go. Lord Helmet wants a word with you!"

"Look, if we was speeding or we have a tail light out you could just write us a ticket and let us be on our way, sheesh," The Doctor replied. He turned to Jet. "You hoid'em. Let's go!"

"Move! No funny business," The leader ordered shoving The Doctor forward with the butt of his blaster.

"Okay, okay! I'm goin' I'm goin'," The Doctor protested as the pair were escorted from the ship's cargo bay. "No respect, I tell yas!"

OOC: LOL, Poor Jet, he just can't seem to hold on to guns!

Jet decided not to go on a tirade about how he was american and had rights, mainly because he wasn't american, and also probably didn't have rights. At least things had been dire on his home planet in that regard.

As his blaster was taken away from him, the poor Kenku got huuuge eyes. He made some grabby hands at the repeater, although it was too far away. His beak opened a bit, and "Time to say goodbye" started playing softly.
All the good memories he had of that blaster! Like the elevator shootout! And the… elevator shootout!

So Jet started walking. The 'no funny business'-part was tricky of course, Jet was a fun guy, and even his walk could've been invented by the ministry for silly walks itself. He tried to keep it down low.
Mainly because he didn't want to draw attention to himself.
While the Doctor called attention to his drunken self, Jet gave his repeater, now sitting in the belt of a Rhino, yet another longing look.
'Save me!' it cried in his head, and so Jet risked it: he quickly extended his hands, trying to just pickpocket the gun back. After all, Rhinos had thick skin, they wouldn't notice it, right?

This wasn't Yoo-nit's first rodeo. Actually, the little droid had never been to a rodeo, so the previous statement was still true even if it was irrelevant. Yoo-nit did however have experience hiding from raiders during ship lootings. That experience came in handy at this moment as the grunts moved through the TARDIS looking for anyone else onboard.

Fortunately, the droid was able to find a long-forgotten room The Doctor had used for tinkering and blended in among the parts and tools. The rhino people were not expecting the ship to be so large given its small exterior, so they would likely give up long before they would even find the room Yoo-nit had chosen to hide in. Even if they did, it was unlikely they would spend more than a few seconds glancing around given all the places they would need to check.

Jet had been a thief before he became the notorious, well-known (at least 100% of the people that he asked if they knew of his existence, knew of Jet's existence) space pirate, so stealing the repeater was a blast(er) from the past for him. He pocketed it bellow his poncho and did his best to still look sad. With his best raven-puppy-eyes he went along with his captors.

The pair were marched upstairs. As they were pushed along, Jet bumped into the grunt with his beloved blaster. A moment later, it was safe back in his poncho where it belonged. No one seemed to take notice.

They entered a large room with a huge view of the vast void of space in front of them. A lone chair faced the giant plate glass window. After an awkward moment, it spun around to see a tiny man with a large helmet.

"Welcome," The dark figure wheezed. "So, trying to follow us!"

"Well, no. You was following us. We were out mindin' our business and...," The Doctor protested.

"Silence," Helmet demanded when he was called out. His yacht had been behind the TARDIS, but the facts didn't seem to matter to him. "Bring up the security footage."

A grunt pressed a button. The TARDIS appeared on a screen and showed The previous Doctor and the Earth teens scrambling to get into it with the man in the Hawaiian shirt back at the convention hall. Then the camera cut to Jet sneaking about.

"That ain't me," The Doctor protested.

"But that's your ship," Helmet retorted.

"There are lots of little blue boxes floatin' around out in space, sheesh," The Doctor argued with an exaggerated shrug.

"And you! That's clearly you kenku," Helment sneered pointing at Jet.

"There are lots of boid people runnin' around the galaxy," The Doctor replied. He turned to his companion. "Right?"

"In the same poncho," Helmet challenged.

"That's how boid people dress. They all look alike," The Doctor protested again.

OOC: Feel free to sprinkle Jet in through out the conversation. I can add dialogue from Helmet and the grunts as appropriate.

Jet helped Lord Helmet out with his awkward turning by adding a dun-dun-DUN! sound-effect over him turning around. It probably didn't help a lot.

The boid bird-person looked as innocent as it could, as he watched himself Die-Harding all over the place.
"That ain't me" he claimed. After all, the doctor just gave him the perfect voice sample.

He nodded along as the Doctor made more and more outrageous claims about kenku.
Until…
As the Doctor claimed they all looked alike, Jet couldn't help himself, he made unhappy Kenku noises. That was kind of racist, after all!

"Operator! Operator," He finally called out loudly in the voice of a ITC representative. His options of steering conversations were hardly soft, so he just tried to hammer it in the right direction.

"Ha! I knew it," Helmet exclaimed as the kenku began to say the name of the hostage aloud. "You know too much! Take them away!"

"Wait, don't we get our phone call? You have to give us a call before we get thrown in the slammer," The Doctor protested.

"You want a phone call? Bring me the space phone," Helmet ordered. A rhino man brough Helmet an oversized phone on a platter. The black clad man took it and dialed a number. "Here, let me call you a space lawyer."

A moment later he pressed a button so everyone in the room could hear over speaker. The phone began ringing. After the second ring, some information tones came on followed by a familiar female voice. "We're sorry, love, but the number you have dialed is no longer in service or has been disconnected. Please check your number and try your call again. This is a recording..."

The rhino men roughly grabbed the pair and began to escort them from the room.

"Lawyer." Jet said, this time quoting any police procedural ever. "Lawyer, Lawyer, Lawyer."
Somehow, he doubted they would get a lawyer. Most criminals didn't feel compelled to follow the law.

"Operator!" he shouted again, as he heard her voice, but his moment of hope vanished, as Jet heard that he only reached a recording.
Well, at least he didn't have to listen to the Doctor talking about boid-people anymore. So far, things went according to the plan, now they just had to hope the Rhinos actually threw them in with their other prisoner - or at least left the pair somewhere they could do damage.

After all, they had a gun now!

"I'm goin'! I'm goin' Quit shovin'! Sheesh," The Doctor mumbled as he and Jet were marched along. Once they got below deck, the grunts suddenly realized something.

"Duh, we ain't got no brig," The first one said. It suddenly donned on him that this was Helmet's private pleasure ship, not an Imperial fleet ship.

"Der, we'll just lock'em in the storage area for now, then," The second replied.

Several minutes later, the pair found themselves in a supply closet with various cleaning agents, space mops, space brooms and other things used to keep the ship tidy.

"Well, I guess they got us," The Doctor announced as the door was haphazardly rigged to not open from the outside. He went for his flask only to remember that it had been taken. The Doctor turned to Jet. Obviously, The Operator was not onboard, but they were likely being taken to where she was being held. Once they heard the grunts leave, he added in a low voice, "Well, kid... now we wait and just play along. Once they take us to where this dame is bein' held, we'll spring her and make a break for it. In the meantime, make yourself comfy."

There was no place to sit or lay down other than the cold hard floor.

Jet leaned against a space shelf and took a quick look around. It was cozy, which was marketing-speak for so tiny you couldn't even turn around properly.
He waited for the guards to be out of hearing rage, before happily announcing: "We won, boss, we've trapped the A-Team in a garage! No way they're getting out of there.", as said by… well, any A-Team badguy ever.

Jet didn't waste any time, he looked at the nice things ship closets tend to have. Bleach, acid, aggressive chemicals, stuff to build bombs or at least space molotov cocktails with.
Maybe the Doctor could help, after all he looked like he knew a thing or two about cocktails!

The boid-person happily mixing chemicals gave the room an acrid smell that drove one to tears, but in the end, it just made the room messy without any tangible results. At least it kept his hands occupied and his mind from doing something really stupid.

"Don't drink that stuff, kid, it'll kill yas," The Doctor said as the kenku began mixing cleaning solutions.

When the Doctor realized what Jet was actually doing, he broke into a story.

"There was this kid that used to travel with me a long time ago. Ace she used to call herself," he reminisced. "Her real name was Dorthey. She called me 'The Professor' instead of Doc. 'Hey Professor,' she used to say to me. Anyways, she was always making bombs and mixing up explosives. Bright kid and a bit too ambitious..."

The Doctor continued to drone on about his former companion during his 7th regeneration the way older humanoids did when telling stories. As for Jet's concoction, it was too weak to be effective although he wouldn't find that out until he used it. On a positive note, the pair don't pass out from the fumes, nor does the kenku manage to blow anything up in the room.

Jet gave his combination a sniff, then he nodded and hid the little bottle that used to hold drain cleaner under his poncho. It smelled flammable, and that was helpful, especially if you wanted to cook a nice meal, light up a dark room or wanted to turn Rhinos into running torches while laughting manically.
The usual use-cases for lamp oil, really.

With one ear he listened to the Professor/Doctor's stories as he cleaned up the remains of his little chemistry-101. Well, he mainly just ditched everything in the next box and called it a day.
He missed the 'Ummmm's from the space toaster more and more. Still, he repeated the "Hey professor" with a smile.

Then there was awfully little to do, but to wait.
"I spy with my little eye something beginning with.." he finally said in a bored kid's voice, before adding. "Brought to you by the letter B…" he added, as he kept quoting children's programs.

Meanwhile...

Yoo-nit had decided to move from the junk room into the kitchen. It was hoping to slip out as Helmet's henchmen got deeper inside the ship.

The 2 grunts were still going through the TARDIS. They quickly found searching the blue police box was a far bigger task than they had realized and were getting exhausted. One peeked his head into the kitchen and glanced around. Other than the fact the toaster had eyes, nothing looked out of place, so he moved on.

After the rhino man left, Yoo-nit shifted its eyes slightly to make sure he was gone. "Ummmm," the droid said aloud before deciding to see if it could slip out the door undetected.

Eventually, the pair decided it would make more sense to just wait outside the box and make sure no one else exited it and stood guard outside the doors.

Back in the cleaning supply closet...

As Jet amused himself by running through his repertoire of children's programs on Space PBS, The Doctor continued to ramble about some of his other past adventures and companions; Jo Grant, Sarah Jane, Romana, Peri Brown, Rose Tyler and her annoying boyfriend Ricky, Amy Pond...

He was just about to tell Jet the story of how he was once a woman when they heard heavy foot steps outside the door. They were slowly getting louder as the being drew closer. Then, the foot steps stopped momentarily and their jailors fiddled with the makeshift lock on the door.

"Out," a rhino man demanded as he threw open the door. "No funny business," he added.

He had a big heavy shooty thing. Several more grunts were behind him and they too had big shooty things.

Jet made a buzzer-noise here and there, indicating that the Doctor's guesses were wrong.
The thing he spied with his little eye that was starting with B was neither Jo Grant, nor Sarah Jane, Romana, Peri Brown, Rose Tyler, Ricky, Amy Pond, Soufflee Girl or whoever else he was bringing up, it had been a Broom.

He was just about to tell the Doctor that, as the Rhino interrupted him.
"Funny how?" Jet asked in an space-italian-american accent fitting for a movie-mobster.

He had only a small light shooty thing, so he decided that he would just follow the Rhinow with their big heavy shooty things for now. Of course, he also had the explosives to explode all the Rhinos - or at least he thought so, in reality they would have to be made of paper and be about one inch apart for the weak mix to actually do considerable damage.

Luckily, for now the plan was just to follow the Rhinos until they found the Operator.

Yoo-nit cautiously rolled back to the control console room. Once there, it brought up the main screen and discovered the two grunts were standing outside the doors of the TARDIS. There was no other way out of the blue police box.

The little toaster realized it would have to wait for a distraction that lead the guards away for it to get outside. In the meantime, there was nothing to do. Of course, getting out of the TARDIS wouldn't solve anything if the droid had no idea what the next steps were or where it should go. Further input would be required to take action.

The Doctor had ignored Jet’s buzzer noises. He hadn’t been playing “I Spy” and was off in his own little world having a one-sided monologue about his past adventures.

When the grunts demanded “no funny business” and Jet responded with “funny how?” mimicking a space mobster, the one who had made the demand grabbed the kenku roughly by his poncho.

“Funny like a *censored* space clown,” he said gruffly. “Do you know why? I *censored* hate space clowns!” A bleeping noise seemed to come from nowhere each time he said the forbidden word and the area around his mouth became strangely pixilated for a moment.

He shoved the bird person roughly into The Doctor as they were marched along. “Hey watch it, will yas? No respect I tell yas,” The Doctor grumbled.

They went down a corridor and boarded a lift. This one appeared to be non-sentient and did not speak and lacked Lydia’s bubbly personality. In fact, the elevator had no personality at all. It was the most boring elevator Jet had ever encountered.

When they got off, they were met by short squatty beings in comically plump looking white suits. Their bodies resembled the space Michelin Tire Man. They had oversized helmets much like Lord Helmet, only white with a slightly different facial design. “Put these two in a cell and inform Lady Von Böse we have 2 more prisoners,” one of the escorts informed him.

The grunts left and the white armored guards did not take time to search Jet or The Doctor since they assumed that had already been done.

They were shown to a small windowless room with gray metal walls. It was dimly lit. The door was solid and slid up and down. It was like being in an elevator car, only without the numbered buttons to make it go up and down. The only panel on the wall had buttons that slid out two firm metal shelves that served as bunks. There was no TV, no blankets and no other amenities. The Operator was not in the cell and there was no sign of her.

“Get in there you two,” Their jailor demanded. There were two other identical troopers flanking them with big shooty things similar to the grunts’.

Luckily, the Rhino pushed Jet away before Jet could poke the Guard's nose and make funny squeaking noises.

Je would hate to find out if the censor-module would make him a pixelated graphic-evening-news mess if he angered the Rhino with the big shooty stick too much!

Also luckily, the bird didn't weight much, so the Doctor wouldn't be hit with much force at all.
*censored*, Jet said, choosing the words of a true poet.

No interesting elevators, but at least the personal guards were interesting. Jet was about to observe their features, as he once again was shoved on and ended up in a cell, that was as boring as the elevator.

Jet went in, and looked at the doctor as the door closed.
It took him five seconds to get bored, and ten seconds for it to almost terminal.
"Game over, man!" he said, his line copied from a marine in space, which was legally distinctive from a space marine.
No operator. His princess was in another castle, something Jet couldn't even say, just hint at with 8-bit sounds!

Well… time to get more pro-active. After all his plan to play Bond, Space Bond, James Space Bond, Space James Space Bond, didn't work at all. So he produced the little bottle mixed (dud)explosives and placed it next to the door. Then he went back to the metal shelf, knocking it over with some effort.
He waved the Doctor to join him, as he took cover behind the shelf, produced his little shooty thing, took careful aim and took a shot at the bottle.

With… underwhelming results.