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.”
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."
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