Guns

‘Yes,’ the Doctor said. Around them, the guards had noticed the delay. Already they were trading growling barks, their weapons rising in their hands. ‘And I want to help them too. But honour’s no good if it gets you killed. Marry it to reason, Leela. Because –’

She glared at him with undisguised fury. ‘Because what?’

‘Because they’ve shot nine prisoners since we entered the cavern. Because Sycorax don’t preserve things when they can just steal more. Because there might not be much of the asteroid left when the storm hits, and there are far more Sycorax and captives than there are ships, which leads me to think that they aren’t taking their slaves with them.’

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Twelve Angels Weeping, Red Planet