DarkRula was stood next to Colsor and the administrator, and seemed to be talking to both of them. Having walked up to the group, The Doctor asked what the plan was now.
"It seems all of us now have a reason to hate the Federation, so I'm giving up one of the shuttles so the gurlanins can choose a target to destroy."
"Well, that seems fair," The Doctor reasons. "Not something I would do..."
"Doctor, how many times have you fought the Daleks?" DarkRula exasperatedly asks.
"I've fought them, yes. But I'm talking about revenge here. I don't think I'd stoop so low as to use their own tactics against them."
"This isn't revenge," Colsor says. "This is just payment for what they were going to do to us, and what they have been."
"Still sounds like revenge."
"Well after all we've been through, can you blame us?"
"After what..! Do you know what I've-"
"Let's just drop it," DarkRula interrupts. "We don't need to know who's been worse off. What we need is a clear plan for what's happening. Colsor, take that shuttle and give them hell from all of us."
"Will do," Colsor says with a wide smile, before scampering off.
"And remember that the cruiser above the planet is mine!" DarkRula shouts to the group of gurlanins at the shuttle.
The gurlanins all retreat inside the shuttle and it takes off. DarkRula watches it for a few moments before turning back to The Doctor and the administrator.
"So now they've gone, I suggest you come with us," he says to the administrator. "Considering you have nothing left here."
"I- I think that would be for the best," the administrator says. "But... I can't help but feel betrayed..."
"You worked for the Federation and they just tried to get rid of you. I think that's natural."
"Sir." A droid ran up to the three of them. "It seems there was a bit more to this than what it first appeared."
"Which is?" The Doctor questions. DarkRula shot him a glare, but did no more.
"The first bomb wasn't actually a bomb," the droid intoned. "As you can see, it is still there."
All of them turn their heads. Indeed, the black bomb had been bowled over but was still fully intact.
"From the explosion, the wires were pulled out of the rack that held the bombs down. From our scans, that first canister was pumping a prototype virus into the other bombs during the countdown. It needed rhydonium mixed in with it to be effective. Only a bit of it was ever actually put into the rack."
"You mean that when I disabled the droid in that mansion, not only did I activate the bomb timer, but somehow stopped the activation of the pump," The Doctor wonders.
"So you at least did some good," DarkRula comments. "Still, we need to get off planet as well, so order all droids back to the shuttle."
The droid gives another affirmative and walks off. DarkRula then drags The Doctor away from the administrator.
"What?" The Doctor asks once the two were far enough away.
"Do you know where the TARDIS is?" DarkRula questions.
"Of course! I am symbiotically connected to her."
"Well, so long as it's working again, get it back up to The Ark. Same hangar."
The Doctor walks off into the forest. DarkRula turns away and walks back to the administrator. All the droids were now waiting by the shuttle, so he indicates that she should follow. DarkRula and the administrator were the last inside the shuttle.
Upon being seated, she starts off again.
"Why would they do this to me?"
"As I said," DarkRula says, repressing a sigh. "The Federation had you down as a gurlanin sympathiser. Someone who couldn't be trusted."
"So why did I-"
"As Colsor explained, you were following your heart. You were doing the right thing."
"It was silly."
"It was right." DarkRula finally let's a sigh out, and with it feels a pent up anger release from him he hadn't even felt. In a more relaxed voice he said "You did the right thing. It would have been easy to just turn away and ignore. You chose the right thing to do. Even if it had cost you... You are a stronger person for that choice."
"It doesn't feel like it," the administrator sighs, looking downcast.
"You are," DarkRula quietly says. "You are."
The shuttle hits the starscape of space, and voices communing are heard from the bridge. DarkRula gets up and enters the bridge to hear the last of the conversation.
"Okay, I'll be there once this shuttle has landed."
"Who was that?" DarkRula asks.
"Oh! Er... another droid. I was just conversing about a meeting about stories."
"And does this involve The Doctor?"
"He does tell some good ones," the droid replies with a hint of glee in its metallic voice.
DarkRula sighs and exits the bridge, pulling out a comlink and contacting The Doctor.
"What is it?" The Doctor asks.
"Have you been telling stories to the droids?"
"Well I had told one or two on the bridge. Why?"
"Seems you've got a fan club," DarkRula says with a smirk. "Either way, meet me on the bridge once we land. The main one. We need to sort out our new friend."
The Doctor says he will and the call ends. Once the shuttle is landed in the hangar and everyone has disembarked, The Doctor, DarkRula and the administrator stand next to it discussing where she would go now.
"You could stay," DarkRula says, a slight strain on the last syllable.
"No. No," she frets. "I couldn't stay. This is still Federation owned. It'll just bring back the memories."
"I can understand that. But where will you go?"
"I'll find some planet outside Federation control and find a job there. Hopefully I won't be found by anyone."
"Don't think about that. No-one will be going after you. You've probably been scratched from their records."
She sighs in relief at that. Then asks one more question. "Are you really a part of the Federation?"
"No. I'm a Jedi who took control of Federation technology."
"Oh. I- It still doesn't change anything. I couldn't stay here."
"Well, I wish you well on your journey."
"So do I, dear," The Doctor says.
The administrator turns and enters the shuttle again. It takes off. DarkRula hopes she'll be able to put up with the droid for one more trip.
"Now," DarkRula says after watching the shuttle leave. "I believe I left my lightsaber with you, Doctor."
"So you did."
"Where did you leave it?"
"Within the TARDIS, dear chap. You didn't think I'd take it with me, hidden or not, did you?"
"Of course not. Let's get it, and then you can join your fan club."
"We still have to get to where we were before."
"Forsaad. Yes. And why do I get the feeling I'll be enjoying it less than I've enjoyed this detour."