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Post by psigen on Feb 21, 2011 13:21:22 GMT
The Master needs the Doctor's help with something on planet Earth - some localised alien influence have been converting and stealing technology and supplies from him for some time now and he wants it stopped. Period.
He enlists the Doctor's help - after all he's fought the Slitheen before... but who are their true Masters? Will the Doctor truly help - or try to stop the Master once and for all?
Tenth Doctor: PsiGen Master: The Master
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Post by psigen on Feb 21, 2011 19:53:23 GMT
This was new. Deaged and now given a set of his own clothes from the TARDIS. His poor butchered pained TARDIS. Grimly the Doctor wondered what game his arch nemesis had to play this time around.
His control of the Archangel Network was getting stronger, but he had to be so careful to go undetected. Night time was the best time to get things done, but now that the Master had summoned him like this, the Doctor wasn't sure if he had actually been discovered and his captor was having a final laugh before destroying him completely and sealing Earth's fate.
He was shown into one of the Master's office type rooms and told to wait.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 22, 2011 13:03:15 GMT
The Master walked in and gave the Doctor a hearty thump on the back. He smiled and sat down opposite the Doctor. "I hope you're feeling... refreshed. Now, I need your help..."
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Post by psigen on Feb 22, 2011 14:02:07 GMT
The Doctor snorted with derided amusement. "You need my help? After everything you've done you expect me to help you?!" He demanded, annoyed at having his time wasted. "Might as well age me up again, cos there is no way I'd ever help you. Not after that beheading spectacle with Jack." He spat.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 22, 2011 19:12:54 GMT
"Doctor, I advise you not to be difficult. I do after all have the Joneses..."
The Master stood up and paced around the room.
"... and I wouldn't hestitate to harm them, as you well know. Now. What do you know of the Istergun Project?"
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Post by psigen on Feb 22, 2011 20:14:50 GMT
The Doctor's gaze hardened. But he knew the Master did not make empty threats. "Istergun project... wasn't that something you had going near Australia... before you nuked it that is." The Doctor was glancing around the room, wondering idly whether it would be worth making a break for it... he wouldn't get far he knew, but escape attempts usually distracted the Master from whatever havoc he was about to wreak on some unsuspecting soul.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 23, 2011 6:24:13 GMT
"The Istergun Project is the clearance of all aliens off my Earth! It has come to my attention that there is a disturbance down below. In England. Now, you remember what happened to Australia? There was a stray bunch of Mentors there who were trying to exploit my success. I couldn't let that happen.
However, I can't let England go the same way. It is too important, and if it were lost, then there would be rebellions. It's not clear who it is yet, or what they're doing, but we have to get rid of them.
I hope you choose to join me," the Master concluded, "or I may be forced to harm Mrs Jones..."
The Master stood up and fingered an instrument on the side-board. "Guard."
The door swung wide open and the guard marched in. There was a huge gap in the doorway...
"We leave in the morning. Good night, Doctor. Sleep tight. "
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Post by psigen on Feb 23, 2011 19:14:24 GMT
The Doctor made as if to follow his guard towards the door, but at the last minute he switched tactics and belted into him, knocking him to the ground. Not very Doctor like but very satisfying, nonetheless he thought as he took a left and then a right. He knew where he was going.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 23, 2011 22:20:44 GMT
The Master laughed. "How predictable. And to think the Doctor would hurt his own friends."
The guard stood up. It was Clive Jones. The Master picked up a microphone and talked smoothly into it. "Security department - alert. Code 10 active. Proceed!"
The Master replaced the mic and laughed evilly. "There's no escape for you, Doctor!"
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Post by psigen on Feb 23, 2011 22:35:43 GMT
The Doctor hoped that Clive Jones wouldn't take too much offense but he badly needed to reconnect to the TARDIS and use her link to boost his own to the Archangel network. He had no intention of escaping.
A quick left and then a junction and then straight ahead. Ah.. there she was.
He couldn't enter of course, but he didn't need to. He pressed his head against the outer frame and closed his eyes.. the same position the goon squad found him in twenty minutes later.
They were getting faster, or he was getting slower. Same difference.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 24, 2011 20:15:27 GMT
"Sir, we've got him!" came the announcement of a burly thug.
The Master smiled. "I knew you would get him eventually... Take him to his cell and have him ready for the morning."
"Very good, sir." The soldier walked out and the Master was left alone. He looks to the side where a 70s-style countdown clock sits. It reads 10:03:45. The Master sniggers, "Showtime!"
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Post by psigen on Feb 24, 2011 20:53:32 GMT
The Doctor didn't know what was worse. Being aged and stuck in a tent, or being deaged and flung into a cell not knowing what was coming next
"Any chance of a cuppa!" He cheekily called after the retreating guard.
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Post by Thascales on Feb 25, 2011 18:12:24 GMT
"Report." commanded the Master.
He was sitting at a computer, with information on the Slitheen flitting across the screen.
"I know everything... except what they are like... I know facts, but I don't know characteristics." He sighed and shook his head. "No, the Doctor is essential."
The Next Morning...
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Post by Thascales on Mar 1, 2011 23:25:37 GMT
The Master and the Doctor were sitting opposite each other in one of the Master's private helicopters. He grinned at the Doctor as they dived through the clouds.
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Post by psigen on Mar 2, 2011 12:10:12 GMT
The Doctor wasn't particularly impressed by all the Master's showmanship. His stomach dipped and dived though as the chopper passed through turbulance, the handcuffs shackling his wrists to the seat a constant reminder that, should the chopper go down it would take him with it. He voiced his concern to the Master "What happens if we crash? You really should get better trained pilots... oh wait, no, you killed them all. Shame." He quipped sarcastically, not in the mood for this unscheduled field trip.
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Post by Thascales on Mar 3, 2011 23:39:36 GMT
"Lighten up, grumpy guts!" the Master. "It's better than being cooped up in that ship all day! Oh look we're here!"
The Master grinned as the helicopter landed with a bump and he bounded out the door, eager for action.
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Post by psigen on Mar 30, 2011 11:40:33 GMT
"Hello... still tied up here!" Called the Doctor, sarcastically, jangling his wrists in protest.
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