Battlefield

DOCTOR: Ace, things may get dangerous, so I want you to have this.

ACE: It looks like a piece of chalk.

DOCTOR: It is. I got it from the dartboard.

“The point of archaeology is to carefully recover the past, not disintegrate it.”

“Exotic alien swords are easy to come by. Aces are rare.”

DOCTOR: All over the world, fools are poised ready to let death fly. Machines of death, Morgaine. A screaming from above, of light brighter than the sun. Not a war between armies nor a war between nations, but just death, death gone mad. A child looks up in the sky, his eyes turn to cinders. No more tears, only ashes. Is this honour? Is this war? Are these the weapons you would use? Tell me!

MORGAINE: No.

DOCTOR: Then put a stop to it, Morgaine. End the madness.

WARMSLY: The military use the area as a firing range. Never understood why.

DOCTOR: Blowing the occasional chunk out of the earth keeps them amused.