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(Tentoo)

(Aethena)

It became difficult to push back the guilt that overcame her. Ever since she took a step on New Gallifrey, The Master was there to greet her. Along with a cell that left her very little room to explore, let alone survive. The only kindness came from the man standing before her. Without him, her stay may have been far worse.

Silently she listened to DB’s lecture; if she could consider it that. Despite having so much taken from him, he offered so much more. Believed in causes that most would give up on, or have their spirits crushed. She wished she could have that optimism. Wished she could have been able to see a bright future for herself on New Gallifrey. As unlikely it would be, this new Doctor deserved that chance. He could have a future that all Gallifreyans deserved.

“I hope you are able to convince them,” she finally said, the smallest smile present. “If you gave them that speech, I think they might listen. Just… avoid the Skasis Paradigm and what The Master has done.” Of course, he knew that already. It would make his life a living hell if he did.

Finally taking a sigh of relief, her smile became warm. They could do this. If he could convince the High Council to let him stay here, who else could he manage to bring? The possibilities were endless, and it all started with a parallel Doctor. How fitting.

“My shell is not far,” she started, looking to the new Doctor. “I think DB is right. If we settle you in now, no one will know. I just ask, is there a name you wish me to refer to you by instead of Doctor? It gets rather confusing with so many.”

“Oh, I hope so,” he said to her promise. The Doctor was obviously fond of her. The evidence in every word he spoke about her. He remembered what that was like. Being in love but afraid to say. He was always keeping people at arm’s length. No matter what regeneration he was in some things never changed.

He fell silent as The Doctor spoke about the planet he helped create. The dream he had for it was nice to hear. Perhaps someday it would truly be a reality. Knowing The Master was lord president made it hard to believe it was factual. High Council or not, The Master would make things difficult. He imagined many people suffered upon New Gallifrey.

The daydream shattered when Aethena spoke to him once more. A simple, innocent question from her made his stomach turn. “Does it matter?!” He spat, his words full of anger and pain. Another name was a painful subject that he didn’t want to think about. He was The Doctor. That was his name and he didn’t want any other name.

"TENTOO!" The Doctor shouted rather loudly in an attempt to distract them both from the tension. He knew that if he remained silent it could turn into a fight. Aethena was unaware of what went on in Pete's world but asking for a new name was a bad thing. "Because he's Ten.... too."

He hoped the other doctor would see the nickname was not getting rid of his identity but clarifying it. Not too long ago he explained that The Doctor from this universe went by Ten so Tentoo worked rather nicely. "My nickname is Doctor boundaries. Now that's a nickname given to you rather than chosen. People kept needing to remind me of human boundaries. There was a rule about the bedroom but can't recall that rule now. Strictly speaking, I wouldn't call Doctor boundaries a nickname at all. It's more of a command. Not that I'm complaining. DB has a nice ring to it."

Knowing his words were enough to leave them in a different state of mind, he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out a clear tablet. A few steps forward and he was awkwardly close to Aethena. What he needed to say was merely between them. "Everything you need to know about him is on here. His backstory, biology, all the stuff one needs to be a good host, but the reason he's here now is up to him to say," he whispered in her ear as he handed off the tablet. Spinning around, he gave Tentoo a warm smile. "I will check up on you in a few days. Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

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(Aethena)

( The Doctor? )

The Doctor stepped out from behind the corner when he heard DB give the all-clear. Hesitating, he stood there staring at them both. If everything DB had said about this planet was true, he didn’t know if trusting anyone was a very good idea. The only reason he didn’t protest was because he trusted DB’s judgment even if in the back of his mind he had doubts.

As he stepped forward he stuck his hands in his pockets, keeping his eyes on Aethena. She was exactly how DB described her. If he wasn’t lying about her physical description then everything else must have been true, too. With that in mind, he felt his fear slowly dissolve as he stopped in front of both of them. “You must be Aethena. The Doctor has told me a lot about you.”

A perplexed sigh was all she could offer at his confirmation. Once she had been so good at following the laws given to her and her sisters. Always so tentative to break them before taking a body of her own. If she could break the rules to find happiness for herself, surely she could do the same for someone else. It only felt right to try and make someone’s life better, despite the consequences that may fall on them.

The mention of The Siren brought her to wince. Unfortunately she became a small problem in the idea, but not terribly difficult to move around. For that thought, Aethena almost smiled, turning her gaze to the floor.

“The Siren… is not entirely intelligent when it comes to looking for things not meant to be aboard. That much she expects me to take care of. Even so I can rewire some hardware to ensure they would not be found on board should she try to check the system. And I can place a room for them in one she often passes by and never enters; or one far enough from the rooms she goes into she will never suspect it.”

Without confusion. That should have made the reveal easier to take in. Instead, Aethena’s jaw dropped to find who the mystery stowaway was.

“W… Wait.. The Doctor?” Brows quickly furrowed as she turned her attention to DB. At first glance he had Ten’s appearance. If she did not know better, she would have said it was him. Even his voice sounded similar!

“But… I thought every Doctor meant to be in this universe was here already and.. He looks exactly like Ten! If The Master finds out he….” She sighed again, stopping herself short of the list of problems that could arise. Of course this would be complicated. When had any story about The Doctor stay simple? Only now it meant there was more of a reason to hide him away before everything could be settled.

 “I am sorry,” she finally said, addressing the new Doctor. “It is very lovely to meet you. I am not entirely sure what DB might have told you about me, but I can guarantee you that I will do everything I can to keep you safe. Okay?”

He gave her a nod as she explained a way around The Siren problem. There was no disagreement on her lack of intelligence from him. Everything about her screamed a one-track mind that wasn't exactly observant. That was all he needed to hear to be convinced of her plans.

His face dropped as she reacted to his 'stowaway.' The Master always seemed to be brought up no matter what he did. The great Lord President thumping on his chest and making people believe he was bigger than he was. The Doctor knew better. The power he had still had checks and balances. Keeping him from the skasis paradigm would ensure he never gained full rein over the planet and the reason he wanted it destroyed.

"Oh, Aethena, I know it seems as though The Master has created a hostile place. I've experienced it myself. He's taken away my TARDIS, my freedom... My dignity. But there's one thing he can never take away from me and that's my optimism. I will always be the hoper of far-flung hopes and the dreamer of improbable dreams. All the hopes and dreams I had for this planet are still alive and well! As long as The Master doesn't have the Skasis Paradigm this planet will remain a place for EVERY lost Gallifreyan from EVERY parallel universe ever imaginable to call home if they so seek one. And He--" He gently placed his hand on the back of the other doctor, looking at Aethena. He needed her to know this was the truth. No more lies from the Master. No more false narratives that everyone blindly believed. Aethena needed to see the truth behind the darkness. "Fits the exact definition of a Gallifreyan seeking a home. It's not The Master’s decision whether or not he belongs here. That is up to the high council. All I need is time to convince them of that. That's where you come in. I think you should show him your shell and get him settled in right now while security is still lax."

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( Aethena )

As if by the shock of his reveal, Aethena’s eyes widened more. A stowaway?! Never mind where he found them, the more pressing matter was who they were, what species they were from, and how he ever managed to find a ship willing to go to a parallel world! However, it could have been very possible traveling to a parallel word did not fall under illegal territory. At least, she hoped that was the case.

“So,” She began carefully, bringing her hands together to clasp them. “You mean to tell me you left New Gallifrey illegally, brought a potential illegal stowaway to the planet, and need me to hide him?”

Somehow she assumed going over his exact words could make the situation easier to handle. If she could list out everything correctly, that meant she could do whatever was needed. Yet her puzzled expression spoke otherwise.

“Disregarding why Ten is no longer your friend, or how you managed to do any of this, I believe I can help you. In any sense I can hide them in my shell. It is far better than any place on New Gallifrey I have seen, and one I do not think people would regularly check. Would that suffice as a safe place for them, or would you require a location on New Gallifrey instead?”

"Correct," he replied as he pushed off the wall and dropped his hands. Her shocked and puzzled expression was almost amusing. She was still rather new to his world. He saw laws as more suggestions and even if he didn't, he was certain he wasn't doing anything illegal at first when he traveled. It wasn't his fault he wasn't informed that the punishment was still a thing.

Bringing an illegal immigrants into the citadel was a blatant disregard for the laws. He didn't think he should respect it. The planet was partly created by him to give displaced Gallifreyans a home and this person fits the description perfectly. If it wasn't for The Master there wouldn't be an issue.

"What about the Siren?" The suggestion sounded almost perfect. The Siren was one major issue. The last thing DB wanted was his friend to fall into the hands of The Siren. He was currently too vulnerable for that. She would eat him alive. "If she isn't going to pop in your shell at any point and somehow figure out there's an unwanted passenger on board I think it's a great plan. Otherwise, we'll need to figure something else out. But while you think on The Siren issue I think I've done enough explaining to you that I can introduce him without confusion."

He turned around and looked at the corridor. It was practically empty at this hour. Most have returned to their houses or command posts. "Doctor... You can come out now."

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His face seemed to light up when she said she'd be happy to help him. It had been a few days since he did the 'illegal' thing and he'd been dying to tell someone. "I've brought home a stowaway!" He  announced as he clapped his hands together excitedly. "And I've traveled to a parallel world, which apparently is still very illegal for me to do. I thought Ten sorted that ridiculous punishment years ago and I'm VERY offended he forgot! Put that on the list of why he's NOT my friend ANYMORE!"

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the nearby wall. He was getting away from the primary subject. The issues between him and Ten could be discussed another time. There were more pressing matters to attend to. "But that's a story for another time. I need your assistance in hiding my new stowaway  for a while until I can figure out how to introduce him to  New Gallifrey properly."

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( ronoa )

( The Siren )

Othering other. It took everything to try and not roll her eyes at the woman who joined them. Why the  guards were so idiotic to allow her to enter was beyond her! Then again, what could you possibly expect from war loomers? The least she could do was at least look at her as she entered. Funnily she managed to hate her more than before.

Just the air about her was infuriating. It reminded her  so much of those who stood by her own father’s side. In any sense she believed them to be the select few to believe they stood above any harm because of the power they held. What a laugh that could be if she was given the chance to prove this woman wrong.

The second the tea cup hit her husband’s head, The  Siren saw red. How dare she?! All these Lungbarrows  acted the same! They should know their place regardless of the House and Chapter they came from. And to be  treated like a child by simply having a finger in her face to hold her in place?! Ridiculous. Only when she heard  what this bitch of a woman wanted, she was all too glad the war loomer was surely dead. At least her husband  could have that glory over her head.

Instantly her gaze shifted to DB as he suddenly thought  he was untouchable now. It was enough to make her  scoff as she turned her icy gaze to him.

“Oh I don’t think so, DB,” She replied with a tight lipped smile. “You see, you admitted to not only being in line  with Ten, but to have a part in planning this little raid.  If anything, you deserve every bit of punishment to come your way for threatening not only all of those Time Lords’ lives, but even your Lord President. So the best thing you can do, is sit still and wait for this bitch kō nes póbel loomers to get her answer.”

Ronoa spun around when The Siren uttered the  word ‘bitch.’ She had some audacity to call her such things but she was a vile little creature in her mind. One could conclude how  disgraced Rassilon must have felt knowing their own daughter turned out to be such a barbarian. The title of time lady wasn’t suited for a woman like her.

A piercing gaze shot at The Siren, she paused to choose her words wisely. The woman was deeply brainwashed by the Master, as her brother once was. All of the events in the past six hundred years was due to that brainwashing. If she was going to strike any sort of cord with this woman she needed good ammunition.

“You know, I find it ever so interesting that you decided to marry Koschei of all people. A high council member would have been better suited but alas, you chose him. I wonder where your loyalties would lie if you found out where  the you from this universe is.” With gritted teeth, she held back from spilling the secrets she knew. There were so many she kept hidden. They were her weapons. Information was some- times far more powerful than any weaponry a being could create. Her family knew that all too well. “Or do you think  you never existed? I can assure you that you did and the reason for your lack of presence now has everything to do with your husband.”

Figuring her small mind needed time to let that sink in she turned her attention back to The Master. He still had not answered her question. Maybe he needed a  bit of clarification. Baylor was amongst the soon to be executed. There was a chance he thought she meant him. “Daryl–Soldier three hundred and six; Where is he? I know where Baylor is but he is not with him.”

"I've done nothing wrong," DB responded flatly. It must have come off odd. He admitted to an attack and conspiring with Ten. Those were horrible crimes without context. "Are we all going to ignore the very reason Ten gained his position of power and subsequently lost it? On the day of the great arena flooding our former Lord President Raxaphan named Ten as his successor and later Ten was voted in as Lord President in our pointlessly rigged election. He named The Master his Vice president soon after. It was The Master who claimed Ten set the MMBW Virus loose in the Lungbarrow house that forced Ten on the run. About four hundred years later our fine boys in the High Council concluded that Ten did nothing of the sort. That the only other creator of the Virus besides The Master was likely the perpetrator of the attack. I think his code name is Ion. Now the point of this long, drawn-out backstory is that Ten is still our Lord president and you know what that makes you?" He pointed at The Master, swaying slightly as he did so. "An interim Lord President. Nothing more, nothing less! I was merely doing what was in the best interest of our Lord President."

It was a long shot with a lot of holes but it was worth a shot. The plan he came up with on the spot was to temporarily delay any sort of torture. He could handle quite a bit but he had no idea how far The Siren would go. Add on the fact that the The Master was threatening his children and it was not looking good. He needed more time to come up with a better plan.

As soon as he finished his speech it seemed Ronoa had one of her own. He could tell she hoped The Siren would turn her back to The Master but DB didn't have any hope in that. The worst he imagined would happen was some anger towards The Master. There was far too much power being the Lord President's wife to just give up over old stories. They were not even truly about her.

Regardless, he listened without commenting on his opinion. At  the very least it would be a good distraction for The Siren. If she was transfixed on the information at hand she couldn't do anything to him. That was a gift in itself that he wouldn't gladly take.

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(Ronoa)

(The Siren)

Now that was interesting. She couldn’t tell if it was a sense of remorse, or terror that made DB look so hurt. Choosing to save people was never  an enjoyable task, but his actions still stood. His people acted as they always did, and the humans of his universe remained in ashes. Or lack of ashes as the case may be. It would be  such a sad tale if she even had the slightest bit of pity for him.

While she still felt such anger toward DB, it was a shock to hear her dearest husband put her on  the same pedestal he stood. She ruled the planet with him. No one else, but he apparently was far more trusting of her than she expected.

She could only blink in astonishment at first. Today clearly was a whirlwind of events, and  showed no signs of stopping. For the first time since she entered the room, she was speechless! Here she believed her rather barbaric ways of  torment were never to be seen on this planet, and he just handed her the opportunity of a lifetime.

”Are you sure you want me to, my dear?” Her gaze shifted from The Master to lock onto DB. Already the wheels were turning to figure out the best way to  break him. Scanning him for what damages would have been done. If The Master did everything he could in his power, she knew that only left a small selection of choices.

”Because if you want me to,” she continued. “I need to know what you’ve already done to him, and what  cannot be done. Wouldn’t want to take out an eye or burn some skin if it would be a problem.”

A glee lit in her eyes as she smiled at DB. She could prove she wasn’t entirely a “scary psycho wife.” She  did have standards after all. It took quite a form of concentration to plan instead of raging into murder. Luckily for her she knew two aspects that pained him so dearly. 

“You won’t be touching a hair on his head,” Ronoa proclaimed to announce her presence. For some time now she stood in the doorway, watching the interactions between the three people in the room. The guards had let her pass without protest. Even they knew who she was but it seemed the Lord President needed reminding.

There was something authoritative about the way she walked into the room. Her graceful strides and head held high showed she knew exactly the kind of power she held. Each one of the others in the room held titles but none of them truly had the actual power. That was gained by Ronoa at the start.

“Since we are playing the ‘you’ve forgotten game’ let me remind you, Koschei; You may have the title but it's I that truly rules the inner working of this planet.” Bluntness; The only way she knew the Master would understand her. Dancing around things or throwing out idle threats would get her nowhere with this time lord.

As she made her way to the table in the room, she spotted a cup of tea. 'What a waste,’ she thought. The amber liquid starting to get cold caused her disgust. One had to make use of it somehow and luckily, Ronoa knew exactly what to do. She picked the cup up and strolled over to the Lord President. He seemed to be doing his own scanning not unlike what his wife was doing to DB moments before.

With a warm smile, she paused in front of him. It was seemingly innocent but within mere seconds the cup collided with the Master’s skull, shattering on impact. She watched as the tea mixed with the orange-tinged blood that dripped down his temple.  It was a sight she could amusingly look at for hours but she knew the Siren probably wasn’t as amused.  She held her finger out in the woman’s direction to stop her from approaching. This didn’t concern her.

           “Where’s my son?”

The first surprise he felt was The Siren's reaction to The Master's request. It seemed she wasn't as impulsive as he figured. There was some control in her after all. That was good for him or at least he hoped. There was no telling what she would do once she got her bearings.

The next surprise came in the form of an unexpected guest. Ronoa. The richest woman on the planet and the one with the most influence. He had figured after the raid she would have gone back to the Lungbarrow house but there she was, standing in the doorway with pure anger in her eyes.

When she proceeded to smash the tea up upon the Master's head he felt a wave of shock and a tiny bit of amusement. Violence was rarely the answer. He tried to avoid it but at that moment it was a bit funny. Tea as a weapon. That was so her.

"RONOA! That's a relief. For a moment I thought ol' stabby wife was going to get--" He motioned with his hands what he figured stabbing was like. "All stabby."

Seeing her finger raise up he paused. "Alright then. Carry on. The Siren and I will just wait... ACTUALLY, you know what? I think I'll leave. It doesn't seem like you need me any longer. Raincheck, Siren?"

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( The Master )

( Beloved Wife  The Siren)

It almost seemed fitting to let DB hold any control in this  situation. Let him blab on about meaningless facts all the while planning her own response. Of course, it slightly  surprised her to think The Master would allow her to have  her traditional fun. His ways were so different from her own, she assumed he’d want to follow Gallifreyan protocol. Unfortunately, the simple fact DB constructed the mind probe prevented one of the easier options from being used.

Her eyes followed him like a hawk as he came to their  side of the table. For now she would remain silent, listening  to information she never knew. How could she? The creation of Gallifrey II wasn’t something she ever imagined The Master or DB having anything to do with. Then again, it made all the more sense as DB spoke. Who else would bring Gallifrey’s  salvation than them? Her attention soon changed gears as  soon as he uttered just a few more words.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, you’re rebelling against your father.”

Her jaw clenched as she tried to hold back her tongue. How  dare he speak of her that way!? She could take the jabs of  her lack of impulse control, if given the chance she would  prove him wrong, but to reduce her actions to that of a mere child?! Her life was more than just living in his shadow of  accomplishments and failures! She conquered empires and  destroyed civilizations all for her pleasure of proving she was something so much more. A force to be reckoned with, yet  he treated her like a child. Oh how she loathed the way people knew of her life without her permission! She wanted to keep it hidden and exist more than just Rassilon’s child, but no. Her  existence always revolved around the same thing, while she  knew nothing of him.

She waited until he finished his little rant, seething in burning hot rage that wanted to crack to the surface. Sure enough he had been involved in the raid, what a surprise! At least that fact could be taken without force, but the other? He held information  that her Lord President desired more than anything. He had one  card up his sleeve the whole time that kept his usefulness in the balance. Maybe that was what finally set her off to try and take her own jab at him.

“I have far better control over my impulses than you think,” she finally snapped, standing from her chair. Her hands pressed against the table with a gaze set to kill. “Aethena lasted this long in my presence, and I never harmed a hair on her head. She was better off staying put here, but you? You brought in this damned raid of  evolved monkeys with guns. People died because of your poor choices, and you expect apes’ actions to be better than what was bound to happen? You can tease me on facts you don’t even know, and you can flaunt how important you are, but one thing stands clear. I’m not the one who signed her death warrant, am I?”

“You wouldn’t dare,” He snapped back. “I saw you… When your universe was crumbling around you and you had that hard choice of choosing whom the save. You chose Gallifrey. After all those years of traveling with those stunted little apes you chose the people on this plant right–” He tapped the table in front of him. “here” A second tap. “right” A third tap. “Now” With a final tap of the table, he stood up, casually walking around DB that was still trying to intimidate him by getting a bit too close.

“Besides! I would imagine by now you would have learned that I don’t leave any stones unturned. Do you REALLY think David is the sole reason I’ve kept you captive all these years? DAVID?! That little whiney time tot was merely a pawn to dethrone The Doctor.” He stifled a chuckle. Losing David had no impact on anything he was doing. It was almost sad to The Master that DB thought otherwise. He thought more of the man. After all, he was a parallel version of Ten.

“They do have the same face after all,” He continued, “I wonder…Have you checked on Adric lately? Rodage? Jelpax? What about precious little Evie? oooOOooo, she was the one that The Interfector shot, wasn’t she? Poor girl; She seems to be destined for death.

–I–no, we–” He smiled at his wife. “Rule this entire planet, including everyone that inhabits it and you, YOU, my dear old friend, are only alive because you have information I want. Darling.” He turned his gaze back to the Siren. After so many years of ruling on his own, he wanted her input. It was important to him, even if her ways were very unconventional to the average Gallifreyan Society.  “Do you think you can help me obtain this information? I’ve grown VERY tired of his presence.”

Green eyes shut tight as The Master spoke of one of the darkest days of his life. There was so much loss; So much heartbreak. From that day on he had felt displayed. Ten's universe wasn't home. He lost that in a blink of an eye.

The choice he made haunted him. He wanted to save everyone but that was never an option. Ever since then he felt as though he made a grave mistake. Every Gallifreyan he saved took their life for granted. They continued to act in a way that proved why keeping them locked away from the universe was important. The last great time war destroyed his people.

"And you've seemed to have forgotten how much of a big, BIG mistake it is to use the people I love against me." His compliance with The Master was far more complicated than keeping all his children safe. He could easily outwit the man and still keep them safe. But he needed to remain where he was for the sake of the entire universe. "My children are not your pawns, Master, and  you're going to be VERY sorry you thought they were."

Spinning on the heel of his foot, he faced The Siren. The anger in his eyes softening far more than it was towards The Master. What lingered was a look of smugness.

"As for you, do your worst. You're never going to get your hands on the Skasis Paradigm. Not as long as I'm still alive." He closed his eyes again, bracing himself for what The Siren might do to him. No matter what she did, he wouldn't say a word.

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( The Siren )

( The Master )

The Master sat across from The Doctor still baffled by the plans conspired against him behind his back. He’d made a grievous mistake in thinking he had at least one doctor completely under his control. Beyond DB taking a fancy to Aethena, he had followed every one of his rules. Maybe that should have been a red flag. The Doctor, a man who spent his entire life going against rules, willingly followed his own. As he looked at it now it was very suspicious.

His ignorance caused the death of several good time lords, the embarrassment of being seen as a leader that couldn’t protect his people, and his wife–his poor wife was injured. A glare formed on his face as he pondered that. For a man that kept saying harming those he loved to get to him was bad, he certainly didn’t care to do the same to his own enemies. The Siren wasn’t what you’d call ‘good’ but she had done absolutely nothing to DB or anyone in this endless war. She was by definition an innocent bystander. All he could think at that moment was how hypocritical DB truly was.

“Shut up,” the master snapped back at DB’s request. It was downright insulting to play around with human quotes after what just happened. “We are waiting for my wife.” Maybe when she arrived he’d allow her to do what she truly loved to do. The Doctor needed to be punished after all.

The Siren remained in a mix of emotions regarding the  events occurring at the raid. The concern came first by the simple fact her dear husband’s life had been on the line. With all those guards and precautions set to protect him, they remained in vain at that moment. She did not dare think what may have happened if she was not in that area with him. 

The fury came next by the fact she had been shot. While her actions saved her husband the danger of regenerating or gaining someone else’s regenerating energy, it still left a sour taste in her mouth. She could have been worse off than a bullet wound  to her pelvis. At any sense she could have been dead like all those other Time Lords in that were in that box. Apparently luck was on her side for that one.

Finally, rage came from the loss of her own TARDIS. Not one person seemed to know where Aethena was, and she feared the  worse of the situation. The fucking bitch ran off as soon as she saw an opening instead of staying put like the good little machine she  should have been. It was hard enough to keep her in check with  that human form of hers, but this? This she never anticipated happening after all the damage they had done together. The question now became whether or not she could locate her or if she was off dead somewhere. Of course, only one person would have an answer to that question.

It had been an hour or two at best that kept The Siren away. She would be damned if she remained in that bloody outfit or have any ounce of blood on her person. Removing those painful facts took time and effort. Not to mention her own vanity intended to get in the way of appearance. Should anyone see her, she intended to appear as though nothing had happened at all. Best to show off her strength in situations like these. However, she never anticipated being asked to join her husband for questioning. At least, that was what she believed it to be. What else did he intend to do to that troublesome Time Lord in a boring room? He was better off being locked away somewhere that no one could hear him scream.

Determination lit her eyes as she finally entered the room.She took a single moment to look at DB, holding her head high as though he was lesser than her. In this situation, he was. If he had been the one to cause this, which she truly believed, then he failed in the simple act she was still living. Now she only remained hellbent on revenge of some sort.

“Has he said anything remotely important?” She asked, turning her gaze to The Master. She held no hesitation in joining him on his side of the table. Better stay by his side as she always should than standing awkwardly in the doorway.

DB gave The Siren a friendly wave with his handcuffed hands when she entered the room. The fact she stuck her nose up to her didn't deter him from being friendly for now. With her seated, he slapped the table like to announce the start of the meeting. "Now then! This is usually is the moment you mind probe the suspect but you must know I created that probe. You can't use it on its creator. That means you're planning on using your super 'scary,' psycho wife. Good plan, in theory, terrible plan if executed."

Standing, he walked halfway around the table on The Master's side. It was just the three of them in the room but he knew eyes were keenly on them. If he did anything funny they guards would come running so it was a good thing he had no plans to do anything. "I am sure you're unaware considering we wiped our faces from the minds of any and all time lords but I am one of the founders of this planet. Now, come on. A bit of history for you. As founder Terminus, I brought 80% of the current population to this planet. They don't know that consciously, yes, but on a SUBCONSCIOUS level the reason they are fond of me is that I am their hero. They LOVE me. Harming or killing me would leave you with a mutiny. Now, do you know why I said your plan is terrible in execution? Because she has no impulse control. You let her loose, she'll take it one step too far. She doesn't know better! She loves blood and guts and all that ugly stuff."

He looked towards The Siren with faux sympathy. "It's alright, sweetheart, you're rebelling against your father." In one fell swoop, he managed to hit The Siren with two blows. The sentence pointed out her issues with her father but also reduced her to a toddler having a tantrum. "But okay, you got me. I did plan the raid. The guns--Those were not in my plan. unlike me, the rebels do not mind shooting people. It couldn't have been helped." Pausing, he studied The Master's face. The expression upon it was what he expected. The Master wasn't happy with is confession and The Doctor knew why.

"Ah. See, that face tells me you are not satisfied with that bit of information. I know what you want. Ten and the Skasis Paradigm. You won't get it from me. That is one step too far. You can squabble amongst yourself for centuries if you so please but if you threaten the universe--If you make the same mistake Rassilon's rein did on the mother planet I will not hesitate to burn you all." He leaned towards The Master's face, a death glare piercing the other time lord. Sure, he had just moments before mentioned how he saved so many time lords. However, he would do what he has to if the entire universe was threatened. He already lost his own, he would not lose this one.

"It's always easier the second time around," He whispered  ominously in the Master's ear,

                    "Your move, Lord President."

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Unlocked Secrets || Main Plots

A plain, extremely ordinary room was where they put The Doctor after the execution raid. In the very same room as their precious Lord President with only two guards at the door. An entire planet that feared 'the doctor' so foolishly decided to ignore there were TWO in this very universe. They were still doing it at that moment. If he truly was as dangerous as they claimed he was, the current security was hardly something to match how hazardous he was to those in power.

Perhaps they knew, even if it was on a subconscious level, that if he truly wanted to be the proprietor of an empire's downfall he would have done it years ago. They would have been correct. Even a time lord empire was no match for him if he had the determination to take them down. History already proved that. What he did was merciful. The original plan had no intention of killing anyone.

Plans gone awry, this was still his moment of victory. Every one of the prisoners were safely relocated. More importantly, his son was no longer The Master's pawn. He couldn't use to him over his head any longer. Quite frankly, The Master was lucky to even be alive after so many years of using The Doctor’s own flesh and  blood to get to him.

"If you're going to kill me for my crimes at least grant me one last trip," he requested, breaking the unnerving silence, "I'm late. I'm late for a very important date."

[bowtiedmadman]

//I never thought this muse of all muses would get jealous considering he's perpetually stuck the way Eleven was in the episode The Snowmen and he is also one of my EXTREMELY silent muses. But all captain John Hart has to say to his sorta crush is 'aren’t you adorable' and he not only wakes the fuck up but is sitting here all jelly af.

No hate ooc. I fucking love it!! xDDD Carry on @tardisinhumanflesh and @hybridtimeagent

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( X ) Continuation

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“It is anything but, DB. I quite enjoy running  into familiar faces, so long as they are friendly. I would be honored if you joined me for a short while. Or maybe longer depending on where you are headed. If I may be honest, it does get a little lonely coming here. Especially with so few people to speak with.”

[bowtiedmadman]

"I'm off to a top-secret, super duper important government meeting about some legislation. I'm the only one around to do a filibuster now that sandshoes, mc- baby factory has fled the building. I could go on for days--years if need be. But...

--I can spare a few moments to chat with an old friend. Where's the Siren?"

[bowtiedmadman]

“I see our visits are becoming a weekly ritual.”

10 Things I Hate About You sentence starters - accepting || @tardisinhumanflesh

"Ahh, and I suppose that's a bad thing. Humans like their personal space andyou're human... sort of. I should pointout that I'm not stalker you. The squarefootage I'm allowed to walk around is verylimited. Shall I turn around and walk theother way? I can avoid this corner if needbe."

[bowtiedmadman]

“Yesterday I was their God.”

10 Things I Hate About You sentence starters - accepting || @venusexstillhaven

"Why are you telling me this?"

"Your fall from grace has nobearing on me."

[bowtiedmadman]

Doctor Who Starter Sentences: Seventh Doctor Era

Starters: Replace — with a relevant name

I’m fit as a trombone!

I came under a white flag, and I’ll be leaving under that same white flag. And woe betide anyone who breaches its integrity.

Don’t interrupt me while I’m eulogising.

What you wear is high fabsion and ice-hot!

This wouldn’t be the — you claim to have blown to smithereens?

Which is why I’ve decided that playing by the rules is a mug’s game.

Eeep! Put me down!

That’s the way to the zoo, that’s the way to the zoo, the monkey house is nearly full, but there’s room enough for you. Take a bus to Regent’s Park, make haste before it shuts. Next Monday, I shall come and bring you such a lot of nuts.

This may qualify as the worst miscalculation since life crawled out of the seas on this sad planet.

What’s the matter? Getting cold feet?

Of course, if she was a real lady, I wouldn’t have been in her boudoir.

Cross that line and you’re a dead man.

It was only a small explosion.

Nothing even remotely human could have survived that.

I think I would notice a nuclear explosion!

Why are you scared? You’re the one with the gun.

You don’t need to go! You don’t need to go on playing soldier anymore.

This is all your fault, you were encouraging them.

I’m a good girl/boy/kid, I do what I’m told.

I had an argument with the window.

Do you want me to do something unpleasant to your face?

I won it in a… chess match.

Let’s order takeaway. Anyone fancy a curry?

I thought you were a psychopath without murderous intent. I withdraw the qualification.

…and it’s got later beams in it’s eyes, and it tried to kill us.

I used to think that I’d never get married… now I’m not so sure.

Did — drink well? I see that it is so, I must ‘get the tab’.

Your tea. Sugar?

There are hundreds of pounds of crystalized sugar over our heads. The right noise could send it crashing down on our heads.

I bet you never had a milkshake tipped over your head before, either!

When all this is over, do you fancy going to the pictures?

Actually, I think I may have gone a little too far.

If we’re going to work together, you’re going to have to stop shooting at everything that moves.

I thought you were dead. That’s what they said; either you were dead or you’d gone to Burningham.

Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant the registers nine on the Richter scale?

Are these old ladies annoying you? Are you annoying these old ladies?

What’s your attitude on the nature of existence? For example, do you hold any strong theological opinions?

Do you know any nice people? You know, ordinary people, not power-crazed nutters trying to take over the galaxy?

Symbiosis: you need me and I need me.

I can’t place that woman for the life of me… I know I know her.

Love has never been noted for its rationality.

Can’t you afford a real gun?

Silver bullets. Have we any?

Get away from the window! Get down!

They couldn’t understand how blowing up the art room was a creative act!

I do wish you’d stop breaking through our door to try and save us! That’s the third time we’ve had it repaired!

Do you bleed? I can always do something to you if you bleed.

One tends to expect advice from one’s advisors.

You have slain my beloved, there is no life without her/him/them.

Do you take Asteroid Express?

It’s my tape deck and I want to play this.

There’s no place like home! And this is no place like home.

I sympathise with your disappointment, but I’m about to plummet to my death!

I’m doing the best I can! Look, if you don’t like it, you drive!

Don’t anyone give me a hand!

Let me guess; my theories appal you, my theories outrage you, I never answer letters and you don’t like my tie.

Have a nice death.

I suppose it’s time I should be going. Time that I left.

Any regrets?

Come on, —, we’ve got work to do!

[trickormemes]

10 Things I Hate About You sentence starters

101 starters feel free to change gender pronouns ’read-more’ added for length content warning: alcohol mention, cussing, sexual themes

“I see our visits are becoming a weekly ritual.”

“I’m supposed to show you around.”

“Now listen. Unless they talk to you first, don’t bother.”

“Wait. Is that your rule or theirs?”

“Yesterday I was their God.”

“I burn, I pine, I perish.”

“Yeah, but see, there’s a difference between like and love.”

“Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half his life hanging around Picasso, trying to nail his leftovers.”

“I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.”

“Someday you’re gonna get bitch-slapped, and I’m not gonna do a thing to stop it.”

“_____, I wanna thank you for your point of view. I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper-middle class suburban oppression. Must be tough.”

“So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. _____’s class again.”

“Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action.”

“I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.”

“People perceive you as somewhat… “Heinous bitch” is the term used most often. You might wanna work on that.”

“Oh, she’s out of reach, even for you.”

“There’s more to her than you think.”

“I mean, look at the way sh-she smiles, and-and look at her eyes, man. She’s totally pure.”

“Put her in your spank bank, and move on. Move on.”

“I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be ‘whelmed’?”

“That’s a charming new development.”

“Remove head from sphincter, THEN drive!”

“Hello, _____. Make anyone cry today?”

“Can we focus on me for a second, please?”

“Can we focus on me for a second, please? I am the only girl in school who’s not dating.”

“Where did you come from? Planet Loser?”

“You’re asking me out? That’s so cute.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, my sister’s a particularly hideous case of loser.”

“Did I or did I not tell you it was pointless?”

“He sold his own liver on the black market for a new set of speakers.”

“Does this conversation have a purpose?”

“That’s a touching story. Really is. Not my problem.”

“Do you even know my name, screw boy?”

“I know a lot more than you think.”

“Hey, no, hey, I don’t wanna hear that defeatist attitude. I wanna hear you upbeat.”

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