TLV 10 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara is sitting her chair, hands folded in her lap.

For the first time, her full setup is in view; all the monitors, the maps, the schematics, the projections. (One is a map of the Barge; one is a theoretical schematic; one is of the space outside.)

When she speaks, her voice is calm and confident, betraying none of the frustration and anxiety that's been tormenting her.]

We all know, by now, that wherever we're headed is dangerous - potentially moreso than anything we've faced before.

I'm here to offer some protection. [She reaches behind her, presses a few keys, and the middle projection changes; it's become a black body suit, slowly revolving, with labels describing each area.] I've been making body armour for a long time, now. It's tough but light-weight. Resistant to bullets, fire, and blades. Give me your measurements and I can provide you with one.

[Her lips quirk.] And I can personalise it if you want.

Of course, they say the best defence is a good offence.

[She changes the projection again, this time showcasing various throwing weapons; shuriken, knives, chakram, darts, and batarangs. Each are labelled and described.]

I can provide you with these weapons and show you how to use them.

Comments

[private]

[routemistress]

You're not the first friend I've 'ad who tried to change systems from the inside. I've never 'ad the patience meself, but you beat me on that score 'ands down.

You were never like that, though. I want to wash me brain out every time 'e talks to me.

[private]

[bodilesswarrior]

I wasn't re-elected anyway. [She flashes a smile.] Too liberal.

[Now she's scowling.] I don't know the whole story, but I can see why.

[private]

[routemistress]

You'd be wasted doin' that, any road. Power be'ind the throne gets a lot more done.

[Talking of which.]

Narvin's tryin' to make us play nice. I'm already playin' nice to me bloody limits.

[private]

[bodilesswarrior]

You can be a lot more effective when you can just cut the red tape, that's for sure.

[Her lips purse, then, as she considers.] Would it be possible for you to just...avoid him? He's obviously not listening.

[private]

[routemistress]

Or rig it to electrocute on contact?

I 'ave been. I were 'ere six months before we even spoke to each other and that were only when 'e 'ad a go at Davros that time. After that 'e started trolling me network posts, the old bastard. I'm not sure I'm grownup enough to ignore that.

[private]

[bodilesswarrior]

[See Iris, this is why you're her kind of lady.] Or that.

I probably wouldn't be either, honestly. [Not in a situation like this, where it's personal.] Someone takes a shot, I fire back.

Could you talk to Zev? Tell him he'd be safer if he stopped interacting with you?

Re: [private]

[routemistress]

I could. And maybe that'd be the grownup way to 'andle it and all.

But it wouldn't 'alf smell like surrender.

[private]

[bodilesswarrior]

There's a difference between a surrender and a ceasefire.

[private]

[routemistress]

[Iris pouts theatrically.]

I'm surrounded by adults, it's not fair. Can't I boobytrap 'is door just a little?