...explosive...
Large hole ... Inspector...
...surrounded ... Silurans...
Died.
[Recompiling...]
The protopony stood stock still, other than the occasional flick of a pupil quickly to one side and then back forward...
[reconstructed event...
The second guard addressed Primeval, "Remove your armor." It demanded in reptilian tones. [behavioral heuristics indicate head bobbing pattern indicates confusion, hesitance, and annoyance]
Finally the guard nodded, "Then you will submit to the placement of a remote triggered explosive to insure your compliance."
Primeval found she was simultaneously terrified, and yet confident enough in her companions to accept the situation. "Very well."
"Wha... wait a minute!' The Doctor sputtered. "Primeval, this is a very bad idea..."
"I find it preferable to be threatened rather than shot, Doctor." She said, flinching as the shaped charge magnetically clamped down.
The proto-pony glanced at the other traveler... as Sharp Wit dove at the first guard, slamming him to the ground and audibly crushing its right knee. The pit of her stomach dropped out as she tried to find something – anything – to say.
"Alrighty Primeval, make a move!" Sharp barked, raising his wings protectively as he eyed the other Siluran.
The Doctor had, somewhat paradoxically, missed this event, and was talking to the second guard. Primeval could detect the exact moment they saw what was going on. Pony and lizard both struggled to reach the control button first...
[end of memory]
[Warning: Extreme drop in serotonin levels detected.]
[Error: Adrenal Glands producing massive excess]
[Error: Emotional response system has crashed]
[Attempting Reboot of Primeval.exe ...]
Primeval blinked. "Oh."
Large hole ... Inspector...
...surrounded ... Silurans...
Died.
[Recompiling...]
The protopony stood stock still, other than the occasional flick of a pupil quickly to one side and then back forward...
[reconstructed event...
The second guard addressed Primeval, "Remove your armor." It demanded in reptilian tones.
The proto-pony nearly laughed, "I am afraid that is impossible." Then she did chuckle, one barked laugh.
Weapon raised, the guard hissed, "You refuse to disarm?"
"Wait, wait, none of us have any weapons!" The Doctor shouted, "her suit is a life-support system."
Finally the guard nodded, "Then you will submit to the placement of a remote triggered explosive to insure your compliance."
Primeval found she was simultaneously terrified, and yet confident enough in her companions to accept the situation. "Very well."
"Wha... wait a minute!' The Doctor sputtered. "Primeval, this is a very bad idea..."
"I find it preferable to be threatened rather than shot, Doctor." She said, flinching as the shaped charge magnetically clamped down.
The proto-pony glanced at the other traveler... as Sharp Wit dove at the first guard, slamming him to the ground and audibly crushing its right knee. The pit of her stomach dropped out as she tried to find something – anything – to say.
"Alrighty Primeval, make a move!" Sharp barked, raising his wings protectively as he eyed the other Siluran.
The Doctor had, somewhat paradoxically, missed this event, and was talking to the second guard. Primeval could detect the exact moment they saw what was going on. Pony and lizard both struggled to reach the control button first...
[end of memory]
[Warning: Extreme drop in serotonin levels detected.]
[Error: Adrenal Glands producing massive excess]
[Error: Emotional response system has crashed]
[Attempting Reboot of Primeval.exe ...]
Primeval blinked. "Oh."