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The TARDIS didn't give Veklin any warning.
The two of them were drifting through the vortex while Veklin was inputting the next set of coordinates. Everything was going as expected. Then the TARDIS, screaming in her head. The cloister bells vibrating through the walls of the console room. The walls shaking roughly. Veklin gritted her teeth, clenching her fists, growling at the TARDIS to shut off the alarms. she wrenched at the controls, snarling through their telepathic link. The TARDIS twisted itself around searching for the malfunction, and after more snapping from Veklin, eventually calmed the cloister bells down to silence.
Veklin ran a quick diagnostic check. Splinters in the outer temporal shields. Daleks attempting to break through. She leant back against the console, breathing heavily. They wouldn't break through, she knew that, the TARDIS knew that, and it was likely the Daleks knew that too. So why would they attempt such a pointless attack? Unless, they knew it would only damage the TARDIS, and they were trying to send it off course. Which would mean they knew her destination. Her very top secret destination.
Ah. So an information leak then.
Veklin rapidly scanned the local area of space time and located a suitable planetoid for an emergency materialisation. That should throw the Daleks off her back for the now. The console room shook again and Veklin resolutely ignored the TARDIS’s flickers of pain at the back of her mind. She slammed the down the dematerialisation lever and the TARDIS shuddered violently, tossing Veklin to the floor. Her vision faltered for a nanospan, blackness creeping in as her head connected with the smooth floor.
What now? More Daleks? Veklin demanded as she scrambled to her feet. the emergency lights came on, and more blinked insistently at her from the console. Her eyes widened, panic setting in at the realisation that several of those lights were a warning for a broken dematerialisation circuit.
Veklin snarled, slamming her fist down on the console. No, no, no, no, not now! I need you!
Stillness. The TARDIS might as well have been any old ship for all the telepathic chatter it was making now.
She was not a technician. She couldn't fix a TARDIS. All she was good for was carrying out orders. So all she could do was send out a distress signal and hope there was another TARDIS nearby to rescue her before the Daleks battered this one into oblivion.