Some Mike Yates sketches that I drew and never posted.
Torn between morality and loyalty.
There has been so much Yates fanart on tumblr recently I am in heaven.
He tugged some more web free of her dress, then said: ‘If you can hold on to my shoulders, I think I can pull the rest of you free.’
Awkwardly she clasped her arm about him as he suggested. ‘Do you often manage to induce girls to embrace you so soon after you’ve been introduced, Sergeant Yates?’
‘It’s a technique I’ve been working on,’ Mike responded in kind.
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His work complete, he helped her up, watching her anxiously.
‘It’s all right,’ she assured him. ‘I’m feeling much better now. I’m not usually the fainting type, you know. But I do look a sight,’ she added, looking ruefully down at her plastic-wrapped feet and her ragged skirt, through which her equally dirty and torn slip could be seen. She tried to pull some of the longer tears together. ‘This dress is hardly decent anymore.’
‘According to the best Paris fashion houses, the freshly torn hem is the new jungle look this year,’ Mike assured her sincerely.
‘Does the British Army train all its sergeants in reassuring light banter for embarrassing situations?’
‘The first thing we learn, ’ Mike confirmed, ‘after which end of the gun is the dangerous one, of course.’
~EYE OF THE GIANT by Christopher Bulis
‘Quite, sir,’ Mike agreed. He wasn’t fooled. He could see the Brigadier was worried about the lost scientists but wouldn’t admit it. Underneath his reserve and occasional bluster, Mike guessed he was a real softie at heart.
There was a muffled curse and the clang of a dropped tool from the accumulator racks. Osgood had pinched his finger in his pliers. The Brigadier spun round, eyes blazing. ‘Great heavens , man! If you can’t even wire a plug properly I’ll find somebody who can, and you’ll be standing the next three months’ guard duty!’
Yes, just a big softie all right, thought Mike.
~EYE OF THE GIANT by Christopher Bulis
'Good morning, Miss Shaw,' said Mike Yates, carrying an armful of rifles.
She nodded back at the handsome sergeant, thinking not for the first time how his rather public-school good looks reminded her of some hero of a boy’s comic from the fifties, or an Eileen Soper illustration of one of Enid Blyton’s intrepid child adventurers. Mike and Liz had shared a couple of tense situations, and while Liz would never claim they were close friends, she did feel a certain bond with the young sergeant.
She remembered that the Brigadier had already asked for her opinion on Yates as possible captain material. If honesty, integrity and reliability were essential requirements for a military promotion, then Mike Yates fitted the bill perfectly.
-Scales of Injustice by Gary Russell
Finished Rings of Ikiria. Will make a post after I’ve slept and relistened cataloguing the full analysis and range of feels. Initial rank? Fucking 10/10, man. That shit was flawless. But for now, have some quotations. Sweet sweet quotations. Cut for spoilers in case anyone cares, who knows:
But then, ‘home’ had never held much meaning for me. All my life I’d been moved from one institution to another: prep school to public school, public school to the army. Always part of the crowd, but never really fitting in, like a piece of a jigsaw that keeps getting put in the wrong box. It wasn’t until I was seconded to UNIT that I felt I belonged. Perhaps it was the unusual nature of the job, perhaps the discovery that there was more to the universe. But… I think, more than anything, it was the people. I felt supported. And for the first time, liked.
~”Rings of Ikiria” by Richard Dinnick
The plot summary for “The Rings of Ikiria” from the official Big Finish website:
UNIT is accustomed to dealing with visitors from space, but nothing has prepared them for Ikiria, an alien artist bearing gifts. Could Ikiria’s designs be something more than aesthetic?
As the Brigadier turns against him, Mike Yates goes on the run. Can he save the world? Or will he just learn an important lesson in betrayal?
"Brigadier Alistair Lethbridge-Stewart, Commanding Officer of the British section of the United Nations Intelligence Taskforce, skimmed through the rest of the file in mounting irritation, then slammed it down on his desk.
‘Captain Yates!’ he bellowed.
‘Sir!’ The slim young officer appeared from the outer office with magical speed, almost as if he’d been waiting for the call.
‘This is what the modern army is coming to,’ thought the Brigadier, who was in a foul temper. He studied Captain Yates with disapproval. Thin, sensitive face, uniform too well- tailored, hair a fraction too long. Looked more like a poet or an intellectual than a soldier.
In his better moods the Brigadier knew perfectly well that Yates was a lot tougher than he looked, and extremely efficient at his duties. But at the moment he didn’t feel like being fair. Why should he when everyone was persecuting him?”
~Deadly Reunion by Terrence Dicks and Barry Letts