Showing posts with label Blue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blue. Show all posts

Sunday 24 February 2019

Journey, The Blue Soldier



JOURNEY: 
I'm Lieutenant Journey Blue of the Combined Galactic Resistance. 
I demand you take me back to my command ship, the Aristotle, which is currently located -


Attack Eyebrows : 
No. Hey, not like that. 

JOURNEY: 
You will take me back to my command ship, which is currently positioned -

Attack Eyebrows : 
No, no. Come on. 
Not like that. Not like that. 
Get it right

(Journey lowers her gun.)

JOURNEY: 
.....Will you take me back to my ship? 
....Please? 

Attack Eyebrows : 
The Aristotle's the big fella parked in the asteroid belt, yeah? 


(The Doctor sets the TARDIS moving.)

JOURNEY: 
It's shielded.

Attack Eyebrows : 
More or less. 

(The Aristotle is hiding by one edge of a long thin asteroid. Journey opens the Tardis door.)

Attack Eyebrows : 
Dry your eyes, Journey Blue. 
Crying's for civilians. 
It's how we communicate with you lot. 

*****




JOURNEY: 
These are nanocontrollers. 
Once we're miniaturised, they take over the molecular compression. 
When the mission's over, hit the button. 

(Journey puts the bracelet on Clara's wrist.)

JOURNEY: 
Are you sure you understand?

CLARA: 
Why wouldn't I? 

JOURNEY: 
Because this is a dangerous mission 
and you look like a school teacher. 

CLARA: 
I am a school teacher -
Still didn't catch your name. 

JOURNEY: 
Journey Blue. 

CLARA: 
Blue? 

JOURNEY: 
Blue, yes. 
Problem? 

CLARA: 
No. Er, I just met a soldier called Pink. 

JOURNEY: 
Lucky fella. 

CLARA: 
Lucky? 

JOURNEY: 
From the way you smile. 

CLARA: 
So, er, who makes you smile 
or is nobody up to the job? 

JOURNEY: 
My Brother. 
But he burned to death a couple of hours ago, so he's really letting me down today. 

Excuse me. 




Attack Eyebrows : 
What are those ones for? 
I don't need armed baby-sitters. 

GRETCHEN: 
We're not baby-sitters.

ROSS: 
We're here to shoot you dead if you turn out to be a Dalek spy. 

Attack Eyebrows : 
Well, that's a relief. 
I hate baby-sitters. 



JOURNEY: 
Okay, listen up. 
Now, remember, do not hold your breath when the nanoscaler engages. 
You'll feel like you want to, but you must keep breathing normally during the miniaturisation process. 

CLARA: 
Why? 

Attack Eyebrows: 
Ever microwaved a lasagne without pricking the film on top? 

CLARA: 
It explodes. 

Attack Eyebrows: 
Don't be lasagne. 

MORGAN: 
Nanoscaler engaging in five four three two. 
Nanoscaler engaging now. 

COMPUTER: 
Nanoscaling in progress. 

(A crossbeam passes back and forth over chamber id AR-O13-AR-F74 until it shrinks with a bump.)

COMPUTER: 
Nanoscaling complete. 

MORGAN: 
Nanoscaling successful. 
Everyone okay in there? 

(The chamber is carefully picked up with a pair of tweezers.)

JOURNEY Blue :
We made it. 
Nobody popped.