Hope That Someone Gets My (The Deca)

[Koschei]

“Might I remind you, Master; of a recent phrase you uttered – oh yes. Not in front of the children”. She shook her index finger slowly under his nose. “You of all people should know better to keep such desires to yourself. They could see it as a weakness”.

"It is only a weakness, my dear Rani, if it is allowed to be a weakness."

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Bickering and voting and snapping. This sort of thing had been more entertaining, once.

The (other) Master walked past the Doctor and turned around as he stood in front of his TARDIS, clapping his hands. "SO! Doctor! I imagine you have a plan or a path for us to follow into the Toymaker's little home? Or would you like me to lead the assault? Because last I checked, only four Deca Members have ever gotten into the ToyMaker's Toyroom, and out of them, only you and I have returned."

"Either one of us is an obvious choice, yes," the Master agreed. "The Doctor has many talents, but - no offense," this last directed towards the Doctor, "he lacks a certain ruthlessness." A pause. "Although the deficiency is not as notable now as it was in past centuries."

"Yes, I imagined that we wouldn't have the easiest of times with this one," the Doctor replied, "so I've planned for us to go through the back door. We'll only have enough room to fit one TARDIS in, and since my old girl has some experience with the Toymaker, I'd like to volunteer taking her. With nine pilots, we'll be able to fly her like a Time Tot writes out a thesis on quantum physics."

"Seven pilots," the Master corrected. "Your ship has demonstrated - on several occasions - that she barely tolerates my presence and cannot abide me at the controls." A mirthless smile. "No doubt, a reaction to my temporary possession of her."

A shrug. "I fear you will have to make due with..."

"Yeah, I suppose that could work, Drax interrupted, glaring at the (other) Master. "Only, I'd rather have the Doctor do it." A pause. "That way, if everything goes ploin-shaped, we've got someone in charge who'll blow everything up instead of just cut and run."

Catlike, the Master spun and struck. Drax's head slammed, ear-first, into the table. Orange-red blood spattered from where the side of the table gashed his cheek, and he gave an involuntary gasp of pain. The Master kicked his chair away, leaning hard on the side of his head as he did, stretching Drax's neck painfully as he sagged to the floor.

"Bit of a laugh, isn't it?" he snarled, echoing Drax's earlier comment. Drax cried out again as the tip of the Master's tissue compression eliminator dug into the side of his nose, right in front of his eye.

He looked up, meeting the gaze of the (other) Master with eyes like frozen hydrogen. "Would you care, my other self, to show him just how funny we are?"

(OOC: If this gets physical, I'm willing to accept a little godmoding.)

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Everyone was getting ready to go when Drax began to get out of line again. The War Chief was going to ignore it, Drax could be completely infuriating at times, but he was still an old friend, outside of his issues with The Doctor from long ago, he tried to not beat up on old friends.

The Master clearly hadn't kept up the same beliefs. After decking Drax, The Master had him at the wrong side of a rather nasty looking weapon. With a sigh, Chief quietly stepped in to deal with it. He was far from the most impartial, but they weren't going into this one man down.

With a quick snatch, The Master's free arm was yanked behind his back, nearly at a ninety degree angle, "I'm sure killing him would just make your day, but we need to work together. So drop that thing or put it away before I snap this arm off and beat you with it. I'd prefer no one regenerate before we even engage the enemy, eh?"

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"My vote is to go as well Drax, I just wasn't sure everyone else would go along with it as well. You can't honestly tell me that everyone here has always been the most agreeable of sorts. Some of us have spent the last thousand or so years trying to kill each other."

"Exibit A!" The Master shouted as he gave a hand motion towards the Doctor and himself. "But then again, I'm sure at least most of us in this room have tried to kill the Doctor on at least one occassion. Directly, Indirectly, Intentional, Unintentional..." He paused and looked up towards a blank spot on the wall, as if lost in his thoughts. "Come to think of it I'm sure I've got the highest record for destroying his regenerations. What, I've killed your...4th life, caused you to crash land on Earth and lose your 7th life to those Asian children, by the way, your reaction to getting shot the moment you stepped out of the TARDIS was priceless in my opinion, and...unless you've miss-informed me, you're in your current life now because I was somewhat responsible for your 10th death."

"I didn't mean that for everyone Drax. Perhaps not all of us feel the same." Vansell was looking at things as fairly as he could, really he felt like it was their duty as friends of the two to do what they could, but there were members of the group that likely didn't feel that way. His eyes shifted to The Meddler, who was giving a counterpoint, and the blonde Master, who seemed to be the wildcard of the group.

The Master looked towards Vansell and gave him a grin that may have appeared calm, but boasted of overconfidence and arrogance. Obviously he had a good idea of what was probably on Vansell's mind, but did not wish to dispell that idea in any way at all. This is The Master after all.

“I withdraw my vote. However... I have one request. Leave the remains of the ToyMaker to me, and I will be glad to help you recover our... friends”.

"Isn't the Toymaker's body that of Rallon's? We should work to remove the Toymaker from his body, not kill them both."

The Doctor cut in, "That's true. However, we should be able to rig something that will be able to remove the Toymaker from Rallon's body. We'll allow The Rani to keep his essence as payment for her assistance, seems like a fair trade off to me."

They were all in agreement now, The Doctor was pleased that they were all willing to do what they must to deal with the Toymaker, help their friends, and learn more about the potential threat of The Paladin Hordes. He continued, "The other issue is Millennia. The Toymaker transformed her into a marionette. We're going to have to discuss means of which we can return her to a body of flesh and blood, or the closest of which we can manage. I believe that we can save the both of them, as long as we're all in this together one hundred percent."

"Oh come oooon now Doctor," the Master said as he leaned back and gave the Doctor the kind of face a human would normally give as if implying the question Really? "Heeeeeellooooooooo?" he said in a mockingly high pitched tone of voice he once used on Martha Jones in the Year that never happened as he waved his hand at the Doctor. "Unless I'm mistaken, don't we have two experts here on the subject of body swapping? This almost seems like child's play."

"SO! Doctor! I imagine you have a plan or a path for us to follow into the Toymaker's little home? Or would you like me to lead the assault? Because last I checked, only four Deca Members have ever gotten into the ToyMaker's Toyroom, and out of them, only you and I have returned."


"Either one of us is an obvious choice, yes," the Master agreed. "The Doctor has many talents, but - no offense," this last directed towards the Doctor, "he lacks a certain ruthlessness." A pause. "Although the deficiency is not as notable now as it was in past centuries."


The Doctor had thought briefly on the subject, "Yes, I imagined that we wouldn't have the easiest of times with this one, so I've planned for us to go through the back door. We'll only have enough room to fit one TARDIS in, and since my old girl has some experience with the Toymaker, I'd like to volunteer taking her. With nine pilots, we'll be able to fly her like a Time Tot writes out a thesis on quantum physics."

The agreements began to be made - hesitantly, grudgingly, but everyone slowly decided to pitch in on the rescue of Rallon.

"Awwwwwe. My TARDIS was hoping for another visit there. Oh well. Business first, pleasure second," he said.

"Seven pilots," the Master corrected. "Your ship has demonstrated - on several occasions - that she barely tolerates my presence and cannot abide me at the controls." A mirthless smile. "No doubt, a reaction to my temporary possession of her."

The Master shrugged at that. Despite that comment, she still travelled between Martha Jones's time and the End of the Universe for him and Lucy rather well, in his opinion. Until he canibilized her into a Paradox machine. Oh that was such an enjoyable scheme. He hit the Doctor on so many levels.

A shrug. "I fear you will have to make due with..."

Drax looked long and hard at the Master. "Yeah, I suppose that could work. Only, I'd rather have the Doctor do it." A pause. "That way, if everything goes ploin-shaped, we've got someone in charge who'll blow everything up instead of just cut and run."

The Master glared daggers at Drax and instantly pointed his Laser Screwdriver at Drax's skull. Before he got a chance to fire though, his other self seemed to have taken the initiative and bashed the smaller Time Lord's head into that table.

"Bit of a laugh, isn't it?" he snarled, echoing Drax's earlier comment. Drax cried out again as the tip of the Master's tissue compression eliminator dug into the side of his nose, right in front of his eye.

He looked up, meeting the gaze of the (other) Master with eyes like frozen hydrogen. "Would you care, my other self, to show him just how funny we are?"

"Funny..." The Master replied in a calm, quiet voice. He recalled his conversation with the other heads of the British government back when he was Prime Minister...before he killed them of course. "Yes. I think I would enjoy showing him how funny we both are."

Before he got the chance though, the War Chief seemed to have placed his other self into a rather painful arm lock, The Master himself giving a small squint of his eyes and a cringe at the pain his other self must be feeling. Thank goodness his other self attacked first. "You know, other me, it might be a good idea to listen to him for now. I think you gave Drax a good enough lesson in shutting his mouth for now. If he needs a new lesson, I'm sure we can break his jaw later."

Now, if there was one trick the Master learned from the other Deca Members, it was the Rani's remote control to her own TARDIS. It was a good thing The Master made one of his own for his own TARDIS. That and his TARDIS still had that link to the Doctor's own TARDIS. Who'd knew that such a link would've still been useful to him after his years in Tremas's body? Oh right, he did. While the Doctor and the other Deca Members traveled in the Doctor's TARDIS, his own would follow behind. With his own TARDIS in the Celestial Toymaker's lair again, he'd gain access to the ToyMaker's many..."toys" for his own personal use later. Once the ToyMaker was dealt with and the Deca parted, he'd take the ToyMaker's lair for his own.

Oh dear friends, you are all fools, he thought to himself.

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The Rani gave a curt nod to Jelpax; hearing his thoughts in relation to the subject at hand. Of course she had already made up her mind.

Hearing the Chief's comment the Rani laughed dryly. “As much as I'd enjoy seeing the expression on your face as I regenerate into something more... desirable to your needs”. She put her hands on her hips and tilted her head backward slightly as if to say 'Welcome to the game indeed'.

Her brow quirked in regards to Vansell's comment. “Well. That information is rather new to me. I was unaware that the ToyMaker's consciousness was being held within Rallon's body. Oh isn't this going to be fun? I have been working on a new extraction method – transferring personalities to empty shells and the like – although the process is experimental at the moment. I cannot guarantee that Rallon will retain his consciousness. But for the sake of obtaining the ToyMaker for my own devices as promised; I will do my best to save him”. Her lips thinned at the thought. The bitter taste at the back of her mouth nearly caused her to regenerate on the spot. Acting sincere. It was disgusting.

The Doctor suggested that they all fly his TARDIS together. At first the Rani appeared to be horrified; after everything she had accomplished with her TARDIS, she'd be reduced to flying a piece of primitive junk. She scoffed at the thought, but said nothing for a change. The mere turn of her head would be enough for the Doctor to see she wasn't keen on the idea.

The Rani looked the Master up and down. “You have many weaknesses, Master. Your mere obsession with the Doctor is one of them. Flirtation and relations with others isn't exactly high on your list”. But following his comments toward the other Time Lords; the Rani jumped back suddenly as she watched him in full flight. Well, now. Wasn't this amusing? “Put that thing away, Master. It's worthy of an upgrade anyway. I may just help you with that, but let him go. He's not worth it”.

She glanced to the other Master, watching him to appear to be in deep thought. He was more high strung than the Masters she had known, he was like a live wire. However; that regeneration of his was rather amusing to her anyway. So here we have Master A and Master B. The Pretty One and the High Strung One. It wouldn't take her long to figure out their ulterior motives either way.

“Shall we get this party started already? But oh... I forgot to bring snacks”. The Rani started to head toward the Doctor's TARDIS despite her lack of enthusiasm earlier. She just wanted the ToyMaker as soon as possible.

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The War Chief was physically asserting himself as the strongest among them, nothing new there. The Rani was, well, Vansell could never quite get a read on what she was actually doing, so he let it slide. The Masters were fighting with Drax prior to the physicality, The Doctor and The Meddler were steering clear of it and trying to get everyone to focus while Jelpax maintained a distance after being verbally berated by Drax.

Sounded to him like a typical lunch hour, minus Rallon and Millennia making faces at each other. He turned his eyes back to the two focused on the job before saying, "Perhaps we overestimated The Master's ability to keep his hands to himself."

They ought to get going really, Vansell figured the longer they stood around here, the longer they would have to bare each other's presence. While he didn't really have a major issue with that, it did seem hazardous to everyone's physical and mental well being. Vansell only had seven more lives to live, he would prefer to live them outside of this satellite.
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Honestly, Jelpax was just happy it wasn't him. Drax was loud and arrogant, which made him a bigger target than Jelpax could ever manage. Still, he'd expected The War Chief to knock his teeth in, not one of The Masters. Certainly Magnus had made that his calling card in the academy.

Still with no time to waste, it seemed everyone was getting over the spat. The Rani had ignored it entirely, making her way to The Doctor's TARDIS. He looked at the options and weighed them. There was a higher survival rate with her than with The Masters and The War Chief possibly throwing fists. So, he chose the lesser of two evils and followed her towards the blue box.

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As usual, it was easiest to converse with The Meddler, so that's what The Doctor did. The War Chief seemed to have the violent situation at bay, but still, The Doctor wanted it over and done with as soon as possible, "Have you ever felt like you're the only person in a room full of psychopaths? I should get a whistle."

He paused, "In fact, I might have one." Immediately, The Doctor began digging into his jacket for the trinket, "I believe I bought one on Midocontrial, saw it in a little shop at a museum, you know how I can't resist a little shop, haven't been able to since I was a little boy."

He was getting off track now, The Doctor needed to focus himself again. He saw The Rani and Jelpax making their way towards his TARDIS. The Doctor nodded in their direction, "Mind keeping an eye on them. Jelpax wouldn't fiddle, but the last time The Rani was in my console room, I ended up regenerating." He turned his eyes to the rest of the group.

"I'll try and corral them," he started, "Need to look after Drax, I don't want him bleeding all over my TARDIS's floors." He pushed past The War Chief and The Masters, making his way to the other Time Lord, "You've always been a button pusher Drax, and not in the good way. I suppose we all are, but you, more broken noses in the Academy than anyone else, if I remember correctly. If you weren't friends with The War Chief, you probably would've seen worse."

Actually, The Doctor thought back on things, he was pretty sure they brought the Chief into their group on the basis that he was just about the mightiest in the Academy, certainly no one wanted to fight him, that's why Rule Zero had even been brought up. The Doctor dug through his pocket again before finding his kerchief and saying.

"The Doctor's in, mind if I reset this bone Drax? It's going to hurt, but you know how that goes."

[Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow]

Drax managed not to sob with relief as the War Chief pulled the Master (well, one of the Masters) off of him. Carefully, still slightly disoriented from the impact against the table, he levered himself and checked his nose and then his bleeding cheek.

No permanent damage. That was good. Broken nose, though. Again.

Ignoring the jibes of the other Master, he collected his chair with as much dignity as he could muster.

"Perhaps we overestimated The Master's ability to keep his hands to himself," Vansell observed.

"Perhaps," agreed the Meddler, still examining one of the cubes with his jet-black eyes. "Or, perhaps, we overestimated Drax's ability to resist the urge to antagonize psychopaths."

"Have you ever felt like you're the only person in a room full of psychopaths?" the Doctor asked.

"Speaking as one of the insane ones..? No," the Meddler murmured.

"I should get a whistle."

"Rarely helps. Cattle prod, maybe."

The Rani and Jelpax were already heading in the direction of the Doctor's TARDIS. The Doctor nodded in their direction, "Mind keeping an eye on them. Jelpax wouldn't fiddle, but the last time The Rani was in my console room, I ended up regenerating."

"Actually," the Meddler said, raising his voice and letting his eyes return to as normal as they ever got - now merely glowing softly. "I would like to point out that, in my opinion, your TARDIS isn't particularly well suited for this expedition. Last I checked, you've been depending on stored reserves of artron energy to fuel her."

The Doctor, tending to Drax, wasn't paying attention. "You've always been a button pusher Drax," he was saying, "and not in the good way."

"Part of my charm, Doctor," Drax answered, voice a little distorted thanks to his swollen nose.

"I suppose we all are, but you, more broken noses in the Academy than anyone else, if I remember correctly. If you weren't friends with The War Chief, you probably would've seen worse."

"Yeah, well..." Drax shrugged. "That time I rigged the dimensional circuits in Eiogougol's suite to fail, putting him and Apoguportila in the Aesculum with multiple compound fractures? And did it in a way that it couldn't be tied back to me?" He smiled fondly at the memory. "That helped, too. Just for the record."

The Doctor dug through his pocket again before finding his kerchief and saying. "The Doctor's in, mind if I reset this bone Drax? It's going to hurt, but you know how that goes."

"That's going to suck hard, isn't it?" He sighed. "Oh, all right. Go on."

The put his dark glasses back on. "So, before we get started, we need to do some preparation. I suggest that Drax and I take my TARDIS and pick out a convenient stellar black hole - one at least ten solar masses."

Drax made a sharp cry of pain as the Doctor set his nose. "Eh? Stellar black hole? What? Why?"

"For the replacement Eye of Harmony we're going to install in his TARDIS."

[Koschei]

He looked up, meeting the gaze of the (other) Master with eyes like frozen hydrogen. "Would you care, my other self, to show him just how funny we are?"

"Funny..." The (other) Master replied in a calm, quiet voice. He recalled his conversation with the other heads of the British government back when he was Prime Minister...before he killed them of course. "Yes. I think I would enjoy showing him how funny we both are."

Before either of them could do anything, though, the War Chief intervened. The first the Master new, he'd had just enough precognitive warning to avoid getting his arm broken as it was twisted into an inconvenient and painful hold. "I'm sure killing him would just make your day," he hissed, "but we need to work together. So drop that thing or put it away before I snap this arm off and beat you with it. I'd prefer no one regenerate before we even engage the enemy, eh?"

The (other) Master himself giving a small squint of his eyes and a cringe at the pain his other self must be feeling. Thank goodness his other self attacked first. "You know, other me, it might be a good idea to listen to him for now. I think you gave Drax a good enough lesson in shutting his mouth for now. If he needs a new lesson, I'm sure we can break his jaw later."

The Master held the tissue compression eliminator to Drax's face for a count of ten, Then, with a stiff and pained dignity, he carefully tucked it into the inside pocket of his jacket. "Sixty-three years left," he observed. "The both of you should - when we are finished here - make a pilgrimage to Earth make offerings to Kamaliakakuana for her mercy."

With that, he folded his arms and stood his ground. He would not move from the side of the War Chief. That would imply fear.

Imply weakness.

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The Doctor, as always, attempted to organize things. It didn't work as well as when they'd been in the Academy, but that was almost to be expected. There were long centuries of blood and hatred and murder between the Deca. That sort of thing tended to dilute authority.

And - curse it all - the Meddler was talking in that irritatingly flat voice of his. "So, before we get started, we need to do some preparation. I suggest that Drax and I take my TARDIS and pick out a convenient stellar black hole - one at least ten solar masses."

Despite himself, despite how freakish the man's voice sounded, the Master found himself growing interested. A light chuckle even escaped his lips, as the Doctor set Drax's nose and the impudent fool cried out.

"Eh? Stellar black hole?" Drax asked, clearly as confused as the Master felt. "What? Why?"

"For the replacement Eye of Harmony we're going to install in his TARDIS."

Silence, for the space of fully ten seconds. "You're mad," the Master said.

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“Well. That information is rather new to me. I was unaware that the ToyMaker's consciousness was being held within Rallon's body. Oh isn't this going to be fun? I have been working on a new extraction method – transferring personalities to empty shells and the like – although the process is experimental at the moment. I cannot guarantee that Rallon will retain his consciousness. But for the sake of obtaining the ToyMaker for my own devices as promised; I will do my best to save him”.

"You want a bit of help? It's surprisingly a lot more easy than you think," the Master said to her as he held his arms in front of him and held a much calmer expression on his face. "After all," he held his hands up to either side of him as if he was holding or presenting a pair of objects in his hands. "I am a sort of...Master in that field."

“Shall we get this party started already? But oh... I forgot to bring snacks”. The Rani started to head toward the Doctor's TARDIS despite her lack of enthusiasm earlier. She just wanted the ToyMaker as soon as possible.

"Dear Rani," the Master called out. "If you're looking for snacks, the Doctor seems to keep a whole storeroom full of JellyBabies in his TARDIS. Shouldn't be that hard to find them. Little buggers were scattered everywhere in the thing," he said in a joking tone. Granted, that last sentence was probably from his own experiences taking her appart and turning her into a paradox machine.

The Meddler put his dark glasses back on. "So, before we get started, we need to do some preparation. I suggest that Drax and I take my TARDIS and pick out a convenient stellar black hole - one at least ten solar masses."

Drax made a sharp cry of pain as the Doctor set his nose. "Eh? Stellar black hole? What? Why?"

"For the replacement Eye of Harmony we're going to install in his TARDIS."

Silence, for the space of fully ten seconds. "You're mad," the Other Master said.

"I think they might have a fun experience," the Master said. "It took me quite a few regenerations to escape one particular black hole." He shot a pair of daggers with his eyes towards the Doctor. The whole reason he began the damn body swapping, body hopping, and regeneration stealing to begin with was because of the Doctor.

"So if we're going to be running errands, should I bring a few friends? Maybe some hypnotized victims, a new doomsday device," he gave a smirk towards the Doctor. "Or would you prefer I bring something for the purpose of taking Rallon's body back away from the Toy Maker? I should still have a few...tools lying around my TARDIS that could help."

Before he let the Doctor respond though, he held a hand up and spoke again. "Not to worry. I have no need of Rallon's body. After all, I still have a nice number of regenerations left in this particular body. You can thank the High Council for that, and my dear Disciples of Saxon for bringing me back again!" Indeed, he probably won't need to extend his life or refill his generations for...Oh...maybe a few centuries. Or maybe less than that if the Doctor keeps killing him.

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The Meddler put his dark glasses back on. "So, before we get started, we need to do some preparation. I suggest that Drax and I take my TARDIS and pick out a convenient stellar black hole - one at least ten solar masses."

Drax made a sharp cry of pain as the Doctor set his nose. "Eh? Stellar black hole? What? Why?"

"For the replacement Eye of Harmony we're going to install in his TARDIS."

Silence, for the space of fully ten seconds. "You're mad," the Other Master said.

"I think they might have a fun experience," the Master said. "It took me quite a few regenerations to escape one particular black hole." He shot a pair of daggers with his eyes towards the Doctor. The whole reason he began the damn body swapping, body hopping, and regeneration stealing to begin with was because of the Doctor.

"A new Eye?" The War Chief mused, "How come The Doctor always gets the fun toys." He avoided mentioning The Meddler's weapon. Sure, he could easily take anyone who wanted to fight him, but he decided that it was best not to antagonize them too much. Eight on one was an uphill battle for anyone.

Chief sighed, "Right whatever. New engine for The Doctor, let's get a move on then, what do you want me to do?" He wasn't going to stop now, he'd committed to helping, so if that meant that The Doctor got a shiny new Eye of Harmony, so be it, it wasn't like it'd be counter productive to the rest of Chief's goings on.

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The Rani heard footsteps approach her and it didn't take her long to figure out that the footsteps belonged to Jelpax. She stopped at the door of the Doctor's TARDIS, the blue Police Box as familiar as it had been when she had last seen it. She could feel the TARDIS whine in her presence; and as much as she was tempted to breed her TARDIS with his – the Rani decided rather quickly it would not be in their best interests. She knew all too well her TARDIS would ignore her for weeks upon the mere mention of the thought in casual conversation.

Speaking of casual conversation, the Rani whirled around as she heard the Meddler's suggestion regarding the Eye of Harmony. Well, now there was something she hadn't thought about. The other Master spoke up, muttering something about the Doctor's fetish involving Jelly Babies and she held up her hand to silence him. The last thing she needed was the other Master to confuse her on her train of thought. However, the Master's comment involving Disciples made the Rani nearly choke on her own air as if she were back on Earth.

“Disciples? Disciples of what?” She uttered, and cleared her throat and regained her composure. “Clearly your stupidity and ego haven't changed, better keep those bragging rights involving your regenerations under your hat – Master. You're giving me ideas”.

And yet again it appeared that the others were not moving. In fact, it was only Jelpax who had bothered to follow her. “Are we going to spend the rest of our lives bickering about the Doctor's toys? I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm looking forward to getting a hold of the Toy Maker”. She jabbed her thumb in the direction of the Doctor's TARDIS. “If you don't mind, Doctor? For some reason she refuses to let me touch her, I couldn't imagine why...” Smirk.

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The discussion turned to creating a new Eye of Harmony. The Doctor worried at the implications, of course there was also the possibility for betrayal. Though, the debt he owed still pushed him on. Whatever they needed to do to help Rallon and Millennia. Regardless, the time for chatting about it could be postponed until they were within his TARDIS already at work.

The Rani and Jelpax were already trying to get into his TARDIS. Vansell looked to the group and said, "It's time to leave here. We have work to do. We can deal with the Eye of Harmony details when we're in The Doctor's TARDIS."

The Doctor looked to The Masters, The Meddler and The War Chief, "I agree. Time to leave everyone." The War Chief had already released The Master and was making his way after The Rani. He too, given his past with The Doctor's TARDIS. The Doctor smirked and said, "She's a protective Old Girl. She won't let you in unless I open her doors."

He shook his finger at the group, "Most of you have not been very kind to her." At the most, she might have forgiven The Meddler when he helped update her Psychic Circuitry.

[Rob "the Meddler" Goodfellow]

"A new Eye?" The War Chief mused, "How come The Doctor always gets the fun toys."

The Meddler set the message cube down, and blinked at the War Chief. "Because his TARDIS has been to the domain of the Toymaker and therefore knows the way? And because his TARDIS will need all the power she can draw to get us there and back safely?"

Then he smiled, absently. "If you really want one of your own, I can give you the schematics."

"And how do you know it'll work?" asked Drax, voice dripping with skepticism.

"I installed one in my own TARDIS," was the Meddler's answer. "Two or three centuries before the War."

"Seriously?" Sarcasm gone, Drax - always a talented engineer - leaned forward in utter fascination. "I can't wait to see this! How did you solve the..."

Quickly, Drax was off on a highly technical - even by Gallifreyan standards - discussion. Chief sighed, "Right whatever. New engine for The Doctor, let's get a move on then, what do you want me to do?"

The Rani and Jelpax were already trying to get into his TARDIS. Vansell looked to the group and said, "It's time to leave here. We have work to do. We can deal with the Eye of Harmony details when we're in The Doctor's TARDIS."

The Doctor looked to The Masters, The Meddler and The War Chief, "I agree. Time to leave everyone."

Drax looked up, blinking in surprise. "Uh? Seriously?"

The Meddler fixed the Doctor with a level gaze, befuddled expression gone. "Very well," he said, simply. "But you are being a fool, Doctor."

He rose, adjusting the lines of his suit, and picked up his cane. "I shall join you momentarily." With that, he turned and entered his own TARDIS.

Drax stood as well. "Yeah, lemme go grab my kit."

The Rani jabbed her thumb in the direction of the Doctor's TARDIS. “If you don't mind, Doctor? For some reason she refuses to let me touch her, I couldn't imagine why...” Smirk.

The Doctor smirked and said, "She's a protective Old Girl. She won't let you in unless I open her doors."

Drax trotted up to the group, a kit bag slung over one shoulder. "Really? Cause it's just a simple cypher ident problem. I could have that open in... oh.... half an hour?" He peered at the lock. "Maybe an hour. Don't have any blanks, after all."

He shook his finger at the group, "Most of you have not been very kind to her."

"One time," muttered the Meddler as he returned, now carrying a battered leather satchel. "I jimmy your lock once, and now I'm not being kind..."

(OOC: Ebony Master will skip this round. So, you're up Real!Master.)

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“Clearly your stupidity and ego haven't changed, better keep those bragging rights involving your regenerations under your hat – Master. You're giving me ideas”.

"Oh I could brag on about so many other things," he replied back to her, his insidious sneer on his face.

The Doctor smirked and said, "She's a protective Old Girl. She won't let you in unless I open her doors."

He shook his finger at the group, "Most of you have not been very kind to her."

"Oh please. If you love your TARDIS so much Doctor why don't you marry h-Oh wait," the Master laughed. "How could I have forgotten."
The Meddler set the message cube down, and blinked at the War Chief. "Because his TARDIS has been to the domain of the Toymaker and therefore knows the way? And because his TARDIS will need all the power she can draw to get us there and back safely?"

The Master gave a very audible and very loud throat clearing towards the Meddler's direction. He knocked against his own TARDIS a couple of times. "Um...I believe I said earlier this fella and I have been there before too didn't I?" Always has to be the center of attention doesn't he? And it always infuriated him whenever THE DOCTOR got the attention HE so rightfully deserved!

Once it came to the conversation of everyone getting ready to leave and head out to making a new Eye of Harmony, the Master thought for a moment. Creating a new eye of harmony, even a personal private one for the Doctor to have for his TARDIS, that was extremely dangerous. Even the slightest miscalculation or mistep could have the Doctor sucked into a black hole. And from the Master's own personal experience, that is NEVER fun. The Doctor is on what, his Eleventh body now? There's no way the Doctor will survive if he fell in. He'd need more than his final two regenerations to get out of that. The Master's face looked seriously concerned as he stood there thinking to himself. He slammed his head against his own TARDIS, realizing he's hating himself for what he's about to do, and may very well soon regret it. He turned back and looked towards the Doctor, obviously very irritated.

"Wait. Right there!" he said as he held up a finger. He ran into his TARDIS. It took him a few minutes before he came out, wearing a backpack which was really another one of his spare TARDISes in disguise, carrying a vile and injection gun in one hand, and in his other hand he held an old artifact from an old battle against the Doctor. The Sash of Rassilon.

He shoved the Sash to the Doctor's chest. "I'm only letting you borrow this for now. IF you really are going through with this plan to make a new eye of harmony for your TARDIS you are going to need it. And believe it or not, I DID get it to finally work. I'm only letting you borrow this under one condition."

He held up the injection gun with the vile in it. "This. Is EXTREMELY dangerous. If the rescue goes horribly wrong, you MUST inject me with this and escape without me, you understand? If ANYONE is to give you your final death blow, it's going to be me. And I'm not going to let some...some...some wannabee body snatcher take that chance away from me, let alone some black hole. You got that!?"

It's probably the closest thing the Doctor is going to get from the Master admitting he actually cares what happens to the Doctor. Right now anyways, in front of the other Deca and his copy.

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The Rani lurched toward the Master at that point and snagged his injection gun. She really should have seen it coming. The Master always had an ulterior motive to make everything about him, and as such she put the gun behind her back. “Let him have his pretty little sash but I'm not going to allow you to be injected with this primitive tripe, at least allow me to modify it a little. If you're going to be so foolish as to save yourself once we all run off into the sunset...”

The Rani cut herself off at that point; feeling a few eyes upon her. She kept a firm grip on the injector gun however and she wasn't going to let the Master get it back so easily. As for whatever she needed from her TARDIS? The remote control could do that.

“Open the door, Doctor”, the Rani said; not taking her eyes off the Master. “The sooner we get this over with, the better. I have work to do”.