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Breezie brought Andy to the shipyard where The Unreliable was kept, where repairs were underway. She left him there under the care of Alex & Gary, the latter of which handed her a note with all of the parts they needed to finish the repairs of the ship, while she went to the nearby parts store with Sutaba. While it was small compared to many other stores, it was still quite big, at least Earth Supermarket size. When Breezie & Sutaba walk in just as a short figure wearing a cloak to hide his face and holding a few small bits of tech squeezed past saying ‘Excuse me’ in a Scottish accent, a little bell notifies the shopkeeper of their arrival.
The shopkeeper was an elderly man, just about pushing 76, but still being able to run his business with the help of his 27 year old niece, who Subata saw moving some stock to the shelves. "Well, howdy! I don't suppose I've seen folks like you around here before." The shopkeeper says with a spark in his eye.
"Oh, don't mind us. We're just looking for parts for our ship." Breezie says.
"You know anything beneficial for a… Miranda Class? We managed to wrangle one off, but it’s in atrocious condition." Sutaba asks the shopkeeper.
"A Miranda Class? I haven't heard of that class in a long time… Perhaps ask my niece? She is an expert on specific types, much better than an old coot like me." The shopkeeper says, pointing to his niece with her short red hair with a yellow gradient looking almost like flames erupting from her head as she worked.
"Thanks. We'll come to you once we've got the parts we need." Breezie says before her and Sutaba walk to his niece.
The shopkeeper's niece was putting tins of Hull Paint on the shelves as Breezie and Subata came to her.
Sutaba gently taps her on the shoulder as she puts the last of the tins down. "Sorry to disturb you, but we're looking for parts for a Miranda class. The shopkeeper said you would be able to help us." He asks.
The shopkeeper's niece turns to Sutaba & Breezie, her face slightly lighting up. "Huh? A retro ship? I think we've got parts to suit what you need." She says.
Both Breezie & Sutaba sigh in relief. “We have a list of what we need, but we also need a few extra bits.” Breezie says, handing the shopkeeper’s niece the note with a few additions added by her.
The shopkeeper’s niece nods. “Sounds good, follow me.” She says, leading Breezie & Sutaba on.
The niece leads Breezie & Sutaba downstairs into an underground supply chamber. There were shelves lined with equipment and weapons. It was as if this was a ship manufacturing plant instead of a quaint little shop!
Sutaba looked around in wonder while Breezie soon spotted some of the items they needed. One of which was a pack of 40 Photon Torpedoes, packed into a neat box arranged 5 by 8. After a brief shopping spree, They had the items they required. All neatly packed in reinforced cardboard boxes.
Breezie mainly carried smaller components, while Sutaba carried the bigger items due to his Saiyan strength. “Thanks for helping. God knows I wouldn’t be able to carry all this to the shipyard by myself.” Breezie says.
Suddenly, the two of them are approached by what looked to be rogue starfleet officers. Who had quite big guns.
“Surrender the items you have immediately and we might spare you.” One of the troops says.
Breezie & Sutaba froze in their tracks. Sutaba couldn’t instant transmission himself & Breezie away due to the heavy goods he was carrying. It seemed like this was the end of the line…
Suddenly, the wind started picking up. There were no reports of this on the weather so this confused everyone, a wheezing and groaning noise could be heard fading in as a blue, boxy shape materialized around Breezie & Sutaba. Eventually, the details start appearing as it is revealed as a Police Box, while the interior fades in around Breezie & Sutaba.
With a loud THUD, the ship fully materializes. It was a slightly dark blue police box. Almost immediately, the troops fire at the police box. The bullets recoiled with sparks.
Meanwhile, inside the ship, Breezie & Sutaba looked around. “What in the world?! I thought these things were only in fairy tales!” Sutaba says, looking around.
“Fairy tales? What are you on about?” A Scottish voice says, a quite familiar voice, in fact. Sutaba & Breezie look down.
There stood a blue hedgehog in an orange-yellow and periwinkle jacket. One half each dedicated to a color. “You sound familiar.” Breezie says.
“Weren’t you the guy that was at the tech store a few minutes ago?” Sutaba says.
“That? That was ages ago! This is a time machine, you see? I can have whole adventures in what you see as a few minutes! I can never be late!” The hedgehog says.
“Oh, well, what’s your name?” Breezie asks.
“The name is Devoid, I’ve got a friend called Sally who might be busy having something to eat. I got this jacket from… a few friends we met between when we first met and now.” The hedgehog says, introducing himself and his friend.
“What even is your ship anyway? It’s nothing like what I’ve seen.” Sutaba says, looking at the console.
“It’s a TARDIS. It can go anywhere in space & time. It's also bigger on the inside if you can't tell already.” Devoid explains. “By the way, who are you two?” Devoid then asks, looking at the people the TARDIS materialized around.
“I’m Breezie, and this is Sutaba.” Breezie says, introducing her and Sutaba to Devoid.
Not long after, Sally walks into the console room. “Uuh… Who are these people, Devoid?” Sally asks.
“Oh, these are Breezie & Sutaba. I think I must've materialised around them!” Devoid says, laughing.
“You know, I have been trying to make sure this ship doesn't do that unless the people are in serious danger.” Sally says, walking around the console room.
“Well, before you landed, we were about to be riddled with bullets!” Sutaba says.
“Bullets… in the 24th century? How primitive.” Devoid says.
Breezie seemed shocked, last she heard, it was only 50 years she had been frozen. “24th Century?! I must've been floating in space for… a whole century! That pod must've had strong life support.” Breezie says, bewildered.
“Can you get us to the shipyard safely? I feel Gary might be finishing up on repairs for our ship.” Sutaba asks.
“Say no more, Sutaba.” Devoid says, going to the console and flicking a few switches before quickly cocking the throttle. The ship went quickly from where they were… right to The Unreliable.