Should I be surprised that Daleks don’t know how life on earth works? Since when have the goblins anything to do with marriage or heritage (other than keeping family heirlooms in their vaults)? Gringotts is a fricking bank, not the Justice of the Peace’s office!

Ahem. Although it’s wrong, I can at least understand where Weasley bashing and Dumbledore bashing comes from. But where did the Harry Stu get this?

Also, I may have found two typos:

The sooner we get his over with, the sooner I can scoot off to somewhere else.
Should be "this"?

He and his companions watched at the Order members barely escaped with their lives into Number 12.
Should be "as"?

HG

The Guardsman looked up from his workbench and turned to his quarian partner, who was reclining on the RC's couch. She waved her Omni-tool at him. "It's a joint DMS and Floaters mission featuring the Librarian, that new Time Lady, and their partners," said Naya. "You might get a kick out of the Librarian's reactions to the 'fic..."

The Time Lord flicked his laser screwdriver towards his partner's Omni-tool and downloaded the report from the Mass Effect-verse computer. He then connected a cable to a port in his screwdriver's side and plugged the other end to his desktop computer. He moved the mouse, brushing aside a collection of electrical components and a half-empty mug of cold coffee with a swipe of his arm. He accessed the laser screwdriver's memory banks and double-clicked on the report's file. The Guardsman quickly read the report, brow furrowing the more he scrolled down the page. When he reached the end of the document he swivelled in his seat to look at Naya.

"He-- he ran from the Duty!" spluttered the former soldier. "They were fighting friggin' Daleks. Daleks, Naya! This stuck-up cowardly piece of..." he made choking motions in the air in front of him as the rest of the sentence ended in a growl.

"Now, don't do anything stupid," said Naya from the couch. "The last thing we need is you yelling at a member of the Continuity Council--"

"To hell with Morgan's little private club. HQ's 'humanized' Daleks are moving again. They want to claim a part of the canon materials the Continuity Council brusquely removed from the Musée des Univers Perdus' Gallifrey exhibit," muttered the Guardsman, turning back to his work. "Naturally, the Council refused and so the Daleks got angry and say they wanted their 'heritage' back, and now DIA is stuck in the middle of it. Nothing but trouble, these people. I wish the Council would just disband already."

"They're doing work on behalf of your homeworld--"

"What work?" grumbled the Guardsman, reaching for a circuit board. "Provoking the Daleks isn't the will of the Homeworld. We fought the War and both our races suffered horribly. Round one was bad enough: I'm certain round two will kill us all."

"Point taken," said Naya, "but have you actually tried speaking with any of them? Have you explained your concerns?"

The Guardsman laughed. "As if Morgan wants anything to do with me. She'd just straight-up ignore me or accuse me of speciesism against the Daleks again."

Naya stood up, made her way over to her partner, and put a three-fingered hand on his shoulder. The Guardsman turned and looked at her glowing eyes though her visor. "Go and talk to the Council," she said forcefully. "You're a Time Lord. The Continuity Council has to listen to what you have to say: you're one of them. If you're really that worried about the Daleks being a threat, then it falls on the Tigereye Castellan to investigate the situation."

"Oh, please no," said the Guardsman. "Not Morgan."

"Yes, Morgan. Sort out your differences and make sure that the HQ Time Lord front is a united front. You get what I'm saying?"

The Guardsman rubbed his eyes. "I must be out of my mind. Okay. I'll go and talk to her sometime this week. You happy?"

Behind her teal-tinted visor, Naya grinned. "Sounds good to me."

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((I couldn't resist.))

Are we quite done with the Nightmare Fuel missions for Rina? I think the poor girl's had enough.