Serenity: Soldiers searching the TARDIS

Evans, who was the leader, motioned for his men to enter the box. They were hesitant, because they, too, had heard the angry man over the radio, but they followed their orders: this time they not only came from Evans, but from their leader’s superior, as well. These were orders they could not afford to ignore if they wanted to continue work in the Alliance. And if they weren’t with the Alliance, who knows where they’d be?

“Clarke,” Evans snapped, as soon as they were all in the box, “you hold at the door. Keep a watch out. Flynn, you’ve got the thing in the center there, but don’t touch it unless you absolutely have to. Rice, ‘round the arches: yours. Again, don’t touch what you don’t have to.” He walked ‘round the room, marveling at it, wondering what that man over the radio had meant, and who he was.

“Sir,” came the query, breaking his line of thought, “What about me?” It came from a soldier absently standing by the three chairs by the sort of console thing in the center. “What am I to do?”

“You, Pierce,” answered Evans slowly, “are going to come with me.” And with that, he set out to go further in.

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Serenity: Soldiers searching the TARDIS: Perspective: Clarke

The junior officer who’d acted out earlier in the dining area moved to stand post in the door, keeping watch both inside and outside the strange box. It was a disconcerting feeling to say the least, so he kept his eyes on either one sight or another. He was very glad he’d been assigned a mindless job like this one, because it gave him time to reconcile what he was seeing with the basic laws of physics he was taught at the preliminary academy. Volume, he remembered suddenly, as he watched the others look around in amazement, is equal to the length of an object times its width times its height. Or its volume can be measured by displacement, he remembered suddenly, by watching how much water moves when it is placed in it.

This most certainly did not fit inside the police box exterior