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[unboundtravels]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 | @lastsurvivor

A hum echoes out across pearly white walls, with pale yellow roundels providing light, along with a brightly organized glowing console in the center of the room. Complex arrays of buttons and controls befitting the strange ship were organized along six panels. In the console room, a man wearing baggy yellow trousers, a white dress shirt, and a maroon tweed waistcoat with blue patterns along it— quietly adjusted a blue necktie whilst he rolled up his sleeves. Quietly, he hummed, pink flamingo-colored hair tied back in a bunch whilst amber eyes surveyed the console in all its complexities. The TARDIS, she was called, a time-space vessel that soared through the cosmos— the fourth dimension was its personal highway, but she occasionally used the fifth and sixth dimensions as backroads. 

"I do like to be beside the—" Humming of the glover-kind tune halted as a beep distracted the Timelord. "—Distress signal?" He circled the console, heading over to the communications array of the TARDIS. "Ah, here we are..." He dials in on the signal, which isn't hard to discern or lock onto— "Looks like we just so happened to be passing by. Space year... 2147..." He began to pull the TARDIS out of the Time Vortex, so the ship could materialize in space near the source of the distress signal. Flicking up a switch on the console that caused a wall-mounted monitor to display the craft the TARDIS was circling, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧's brows furrowed in mild curiosity at what he saw on the screen. 

"A commercial escape craft? Looks to be detached from a commercial vessel..." He talked aloud, recognizing specific design patterns associated with other space vessels the traveler had come across before. From a cursory glance of the vessel, The Doctor was able to tell that it was floating in a low power mode, with life signs aboard being relatively faint, and he pondered aloud, "What is it doing all the way out here, though?" Precise scans did pick up life, which prompted him to investigate, "Let's see what we can find, shall we?" Grabbing his multi-colored coat off from the coat rack, The TARDIS engines began to circulate with groaning and wheezing that indicated the ship was landing aboard the escape craft.

Materializing tightly within the frosted escape craft's interior, the POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX's door sign which read pull to open was yanked as if the door would need to be pushed open. A flashlight beam pointed outward, The Doctor sticking his head out as he observed the state of the interior. Automatically, The TARDIS had extended an air shield within the escape craft's interior. The artificial gravity circuits were still enabled, so all the TARDIS had to do was make the interior breathable. That only left The Doctor to complain about the temperature, however. "I think their heating might be on the mend." He mumbled quietly before his flashlight found the ship's main terminal. Approaching it, The Doctor used clever hands to re-enable the ship's primary computer, causing lights to activate across the terminal. Age had gotten the better of it, so The Doctor's patience was put to the test as he navigated through the ship's flight recorder.

"The Narcissus... Escape craft belonging to The Nostromo..." The Doctor's eyes read a brief report on the ship's status, as well as a list of current crewmembers. Only one name popped up, and The Doctor aimed a flashlight toward a chamber in the room. "Ah. That would be you." He looked back at the computer once more, "That distress call... You were waiting for someone to come pick you up." Without any hesitation, The Doctor entered specific commands into the computer, disengaging the cryo chamber so that whoever was inside would begin to awake. He approached it whilst it hissed quietly, kneeling to the side and aiming the flashlight in an upward direction, so that whoever would emerge would see the man clearly. 

"So... who are you...?"