The Master Plan

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The inside of Yana-Child's TARDIS was a mess. There were wires, broken beams and pipes, cluttered tools and spare parts everywhere, with red dimly glowing horizontal lights that lined up the portions of the walls not covered by the support beams and railings.. Yet still, there was enough space cleared on the main catwalk from the entrance to approach the console.

The Master stared around, mind aching with the deja vu-like sense of familiarity the wreckage brought to mind. Within him, the fragmentary remains of the human he'd once been - the Magos Polymagestus Heinrich Kruller - shuddered at the utter blasphemy of the neglected and ruined machinery. But the rest of him remembered. Remembered the mad panic. The flight, once the Cruciform fell to the Dalek Emperor, giving them control of the Web of History. Running. Running as far as he could, stopping only when he could run no farther.

"Take a picture, it will last longer," Child-Yana grumbled before he sat down in the pilot's chair in front of the console. He shut the doors to the TARDIS with the pull of a lever. "Either of you two have a request for a planet or what materials we gather?"

Tearing his eyes from the fob watch on the console, the Master considered the question.

"Dwarf Star Alloy is one possibility. Or Dalekanium," the first incarnation suggested. He turned his attention to the Cyborg Master. "Unless you know of a better material to benefit us?"

"TARDIS coral would be best for interior bracing of the device," the Master mused aloud, an electronic reverb distorting his voice slightly. "And for for integrating computational engines." Half his face twisted in an evil grin. "Perhaps we should just hunt the Doctor down and gut his ship for the components?"

[Susan Foreman]

Susan had been at Cambridge, in her TARDIS, minding her own business and working on a research paper, when some sort of signal or alarm started to go off. The young Time Lady ran to the Control Console to see what was going on, but before she arrived, the TARDIS dematerialized, and she was traveling through Time and Space, as if her TARDIS were flying itself.

No matter what she tried, Susan couldn't stop it - she couldn't just turn around and return to her Earthly university. She'd have to ride this one out and see what would happen...

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Susan's TARDIS rematerialized in the same place as the Masters' TARDISes - though, Susan didn't know who all they each belonged to when she saw them on the viewing screen. She started to panic and wonder what she'd done wrong - or would do further on in her timeline - that upset the Time Lords.

Because, that's why she'd been summoned here. Right? To get yelled at for something? That was what Susan assumed, at any rate.

Cautiously, Susan exited her TARDIS, locking it behind her. She hesitantly walked towards the group of men that had gathered together. As she got closer, Susan saw one face among the mant that she recognized - it was the Master.

Huh. She thought that he'd died on Terserus, when his TARDIS rejected him and booted him out while they were in flight over the gassy planet. That'd been another lifetime ago for Susan - she'd had a different face back then.

Susan did not, however, recognize that each and every man gathered there was a different incarnation of that same troublesome Time Lord... The Doctor's granddaughter had just walked into the lions' den.

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"I know of a planet near the boundaries of our universe and E-Space or N-Space that happens to hold a unique set of crystals only found on that planet that may help us. I propose the three of us go to retrieve these crystals to make the lense required. Are there any objections?"

The Ebony Master considered that. "Ah, yes. I remember the world, now that you call it to mind."

"I do not," snarled the Corpse Master.

"It comes later," the Ebony Master smiled. "After we begin exploring the CVE networks. After Logopolis."

The Corpse Master glared at him for a moment. "I grow weary of your superior airs," he snapped.

"I find myself strangely unconcerned." He turned back to the Polite Master. "I have no objections, and I assume you have already set the coordinates? When do we arrive?"

The blue tunic master held up a gloved hand to hide a chuckle from his fellow passengers.

"Forgive me," he began. "I simply found it amusing how such a phrase as 'arguing amongst oneself' could be taken in such a literal fasion here. We will be arriving to this planet in...roughly five hours. Gentlement, I hope you both will make yourselves comfortable during this voyage."

The corpse snarled. "Why such a long trip? Why waste our time when we could be there in a shorter period?"

The Polite Master sat down in the pilot's chair, designed to look like the out door purpose throne for a King of Briton during the regal time the castle walls of the TARDIS's theme was currently set in. "The planet will be very dangerous should we attempt to gain our supplies through forceful means in the current year, and will take too long to gather them all. I have set the TARDIS on a course towards the Planet's more primitive years. Each of the tribes on one particular island continent of the planet will have a large enough portion of crystal we need to forge the lense. In short, while our voyage may be long, I have assured our chances of victory and success, as well as shorten the amount of time it would take for us to gather these supplies once we have arrived on the planet."

He flicked a few small switches for adjusting the TARDIS's flight path and looked to both Masters.

"Will this satisfy the both of you?" he asked.

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"Dwarf Star Alloy is one possibility. Or Dalekanium," the first incarnation suggested. He turned his attention to the Cyborg Master. "Unless you know of a better material to benefit us?"

"TARDIS coral would be best for interior bracing of the device," the Master mused aloud, an electronic reverb distorting his voice slightly. "And for for integrating computational engines." Half his face twisted in an evil grin. "Perhaps we should just hunt the Doctor down and gut his ship for the components?"

Yana-Child scoffed. "You just wish to head straight for the Doctor don't you?" He was now flipping switches to begin the dematerialization of their TARDIS and to begin travelling the Time Vortex. The TARDIS sputtered and whined and hummed. The Dematerialization wasn't as normal or smooth as it should've been, which should be very obvious to anyone who would be inside the TARDIS or even outside observing the dematerialization. He looked up at the main monitor to observe the female who just walked out of the new TARDIS that had appeared during the Masters' departures. "Besides. I don't think we'll have to worry too much about searching for him. Most likely...he'll be on his way soon."

Once the TARDIS was riding the Time Vortex, he hopped out of his seat and pointed towards both Masters. "You two. There are a few tool boxes lying around. Start fixing this thing up while I go change. My clothes are tatters and falling appart."

He turned around and walked through a doorway, whose broken doors where half open. As he squeazed through, one of the sleeves of his shirt fell off. He left it behind, obviously prefering to go for a fresh change of clothes.

The first Master looked at the tool kit next to him and took out a neutron ram.

"Well...I suppose we should get to work."

The Master began pounding away with the Ram to fix some of the damaged wires and circuits hanging on the walls of the console room.

"Oh yes...By the way. If you don't mind me asking good fellow," he began, hoping to strike up a possibly pleasant conversation with one of his future selves. "Which regeneration are you of mine?"

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Before the Pre-Corpse (Delgado) Master left with Tremas Master and Bruce Master, he paused to look at the TARDIS he had just noticed arrive. It felt familiar. It almost felt like he was looking at the Type-45 TARDIS he currently used. But he decided to leave that matter alone, and followed the Tremas and Bruce Master into this new TARDIS. As soon as the 3rd TARDIS had dematerialized away, the Saxon Master looked down at the girl who had just arrived.

He slowly got off the stairs to the raised dias of his machine and began clapping his hands rather rapidly, now going into a minor fit of joyous laughter.

"You made it! You finally made it!" he said to the woman who arrived. He ran over to her as fast as he could and to give her a tight squeeze of a bear hug.

He soon would release her, and proceed to continue his fit of laughter.

"Oh it has been sooo long since I've seen you!" he said. "Both you and the old TARDIS. How is he by the way?"

He looked the TARDIS over for only one second and nodded. "Good shape good shape. Ahahahaha!"

She came. His trap worked! His first TARDIS was here...and with it...his first hostage of his diabolical plan.

He spun around to face Susan again.

"Oh how I have WAITED for a chance to see you again Susan Foreman!" he shouted, his tone changing from that of friendly to that of...spite...anger...hatred...the prospect of sweet sweet revenge, and pointing his Laser Screwdriver at the woman.

"So many centuries have passed since I faced you! I wonder how your grandfather would feel if he saw me now!"

(OOC: I feel like I may have done a bit much for Harry Saxon Master for one post, if you feel like I should edit the Saxon Master portion of it Susan, please let me know)

[Koschei]

The blue tunic master held up a gloved hand to hide a chuckle from his fellow passengers.

"Forgive me," he began. "I simply found it amusing how such a phrase as 'arguing amongst oneself' could be taken in such a literal fasion here."

The 'Ebony' Master glanced at the Corpse, then chuckled dryly. "Ah, I should have realized. We've all seen the Doctor meet his past and future Incarnations, yes? And he rarely gets along with himself. Why should it be any different for us?"

(In truth, the Gallifreyan word the Master used wasn't us. It was a plural me, with a prefix signifying multiple instants of the individual.)

He half-turned to the Corpse Master, and sketched a little bow. "I apologize. It is unseemly of me to goad myself in such a fashion. I fear that the prospect of such power has cause my manners to desert me entirely."

"We will be arriving to this planet in...roughly five hours. Gentlement, I hope you both will make yourselves comfortable during this voyage."

The corpse snarled. "Why such a long trip? Why waste our time when we could be there in a shorter period?"

"Time to prepare, I would assume," the 'Ebony' Master said. "To learn where the fracture points of their culture may be found, and to equip ourselves for the task."

The Polite Master sat down in the pilot's chair, designed to look like the out door purpose throne for a King of Briton during the regal time the castle walls of the TARDIS's theme was currently set in. "The planet will be very dangerous should we attempt to gain our supplies through forceful means in the current year, and will take too long to gather them all. I have set the TARDIS on a course towards the Planet's more primitive years. Each of the tribes on one particular island continent of the planet will have a large enough portion of crystal we need to forge the lense. In short, while our voyage may be long, I have assured our chances of victory and success, as well as shorten the amount of time it would take for us to gather these supplies once we have arrived on the planet."

"Why do we not simply raise an army," the Corpse wondered aloud, rotting hands clenching, "and take what we wish?"

"I suspect," answered the 'Ebony' Master, "that your strategy would be both long and tedious. And, of course, it could attract unwanted attention."

"Bah," sneered the Corpse. "When do I become a coward?"

"Never," the Ebony Master answered. "But you do relearn the virtue of patience."

He flicked a few small switches for adjusting the TARDIS's flight path and looked to both Masters.

"Will this satisfy the both of you?" he asked.

"I find myself well satisfied," the Ebony Master answered. "And, with your leave, I shall review this world and then equip myself accordingly." Then he turned, exiting the control room.

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Yana-Child scoffed. "You just wish to head straight for the Doctor don't you?"

"I wish to be done with this!" grated the Cyborg. "TARDIS coral is the optimal structural material, and - as I doubt you will volunteer your own ship - his is one of the few left in the Spiral Politic!"

He glared as the 'child' manipulated the controls of the TARDIS. Dematerialization was, as could be expected from the extensive damage, rough.

"Besides. I don't think we'll have to worry too much about searching for him. Most likely...he'll be on his way soon."

"Perhaps," the Cyborg agreed, eying the woman in the main screen. "But, again, I simply don't care. It would be cathartic to crush his bones, yes. But any TARDIS would do. Hunt the Meddler across time. Track down that fool Flynn Delta. But we should take a TARDIS for resources."

But, irritatingly, the younger (and younger looking) Master ignored him. "You two. There are a few tool boxes lying around. Start fixing this thing up while I go change. My clothes are tatters and falling appart."

The Cyborg loomed close, tool- and blade-tipped mechadendrites emerging like from the back of his clothes like chromium serpents. "Do not," he snarled, "presume to give me orders." A mechadendrite snapped in front of the face of the child, power-field hissing. "Or I will learn whether I can survive paradox."

The air seemed to crackle with tension, as the two Masters faced one another. He turned around and walked through a doorway, whose broken doors where half open. As he squeazed through, one of the sleeves of his shirt fell off. He left it behind, obviously prefering to go for a fresh change of clothes.

The first Master looked at the tool kit next to him and took out a neutron ram.

"Well...I suppose we should get to work."

The Cyborg glared after the 'child', then turned. "Yes. I suppose we should.'

As his first Incarnation turned to work on the walls, the Cyborg examined the damaged console itself. It didn't look insurmountable, but...

"Oh yes...By the way. If you don't mind me asking good fellow," he began, hoping to strike up a possibly pleasant conversation with one of his future selves. "Which regeneration are you of mine?"

The Cyborg laughed - an ugly, electronic sound like an autotuned drill. "None of them, particularly. I derive from the Master that gathered us here, though."

Slowly, methodically, the Cyborg began to strip damaged neuronal circuits from the console. "In your future, you will - for a short time at least - occupy the mind of every human being on the Doctor's favorite planet. 'Dirt', or 'Mud', or 'Soil'. Something like that, but you know the one I mean." He laughed again. "Anyway, the name hardly matters. What matters is, when your grip on humanity fades, a residue remains. Psychic echoes."

A mechadendrite caught a dendronic weaver and lifted it into position. "Over long, long centuries - millennia, really - those echoes and traces of your mind clump together as the primates breed." There was a gentle humming, as the weaver began to spin new pseudoneural fibers into the circuits. "It takes nearly 40 thousand years, but - finally - enough of you comes back together to become me."

He looked up, grinning a feral grin out of the mobile side of his face. "Just think of it. No matter what the Doctor does, as long as his pets live... we can never truly die."

[Susan Foreman]

"You made it! You finally made it!" he said to the woman who arrived. He ran over to her as fast as he could and to give her a tight squeeze of a bear hug.

Susan gasped and held her arms out awkwardly - who was this guy? She decided to bring her arms up then, and Susan patted the man's back a couple of times, clueless as to who she was being hugged by...

"Umm... Hello...?"

"Oh it has been sooo long since I've seen you!" he said. "Both you and the old TARDIS. How is he by the way?"

Susan decided to bluff her way through this, and so she smiled and nodded. "Oh, yes. She is doing quite well, thank you," she replied politely.

He looked the TARDIS over for only one second and nodded. "Good shape good shape. Ahahahaha!"

She gave a patient smile to the man, thinking that he must be a little off his rocker - or perhaps a bit 'special'...

He spun around to face Susan again. "Oh how I have WAITED for a chance to see you again Susan Foreman!" he shouted, his tone changing from that of friendly to that of...spite...anger...hatred...the prospect of sweet sweet revenge, and pointing his Laser Screwdriver at the woman.

But, wait... Why was he yelling? Susan's smile melted into one of confusion and worry - and then he held a laser screwdriver at her.

Susan's hearts sank... Only one man that she knew of employed a laser screwdriver: the Master.

But... Hadn't he died? Like, for good?

Susan gasped her surprise and then held up her hands in surrender.

"So many centuries have passed since I faced you! I wonder how your grandfather would feel if he saw me now!"

Frowning still, Susan replied, "I don't think he'd be very pleased to see an old friend threatening his family..."

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The polite Master bowed his head towards the Ebony Master, and looked to the Corpse Master.

"You will find the Laboratory behind you, within the wooden door," he began. "I trust you will wish to occupy yourself in there."

The Corpse didn't respond. He had enough of this debate, and slowly walked off to occupy himself in the lab.

With that, the polite Master himself decided to sit quietly for now. He would take a calm rest...one which he would plan out a strategy he will introduce to himself later.

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The first Master ceased his work to listen to this...cyborg version of himself. He crossed his arms and listened in awe. Never...truly die? But...Time Lords are supposed to face death with dignity.

He wondered. Just what had happened to him to make him fall so far?

And yet...

Never dying...

Was it truly possible?

The Child-Yana scoffed to himself as he changed his clothes. A White Shirt, a Maroon-Crimson Vest, a black string bowtie, black pants and shoes. The Cyborg really seemed to upset him. It was bad enough he had to deal with the Dalek Emperor. He wasn't exactly ready to deal with another monstrosity of flesh and mechanations.

Still...he had a point. TARDIS coral would be a good substance to use.

Something about what the cyborg said earlier bothered him though. His is one of the few left in the Spiral Politic! Had the war against the Daleks truly been- What happened? How did the war end? Did the Daleks triumph? Did the Time Lords win? Obviously the Doctor was alive...

No doubt his younger self would also be pondering what the cyborg had meant, he thought.

He stepped back into the console room, slowly climbing back through the broken door.

He clipped the chain of the chameleon arch to his vest, and stored the watch into his pocket.

He looked back to the two of them. "Very well. TARDIS Coral it is then."

Yana-Child Master picked up another tool from the box. He looked at it with mild disgust on his face.

"As much as I hate the Doctor...I can at least somewhat understand his obsession with using one of these," he said, holding up the sonic screwdriver from his toolbox. It looked like any old standard uncustomized sonic screwdriver. "Even this most basic model has a good number of uses." He began fiddling with a separate console lying against the edge of the room. After a few moments a beep occurred. "Gentlemen. We have a lock on one."

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What of Tremas Master, the Suave Pre-Corpse Master, and the Bruce Master you may all be wondering?

As of this moment, there is a crack in time and space. One which the three of them are travelling through at this moment. Through this crack lies a powerful device. The device was a trap. One which also helped breath life back into the universe. If this power to breath life was used in reverse, imagine the destruction that would occur. A tool that can restore space and time...or a weapon to destroy them?

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"So many centuries have passed since I faced you! I wonder how your grandfather would feel if he saw me now!"

Frowning still, Susan replied, "I don't think he'd be very pleased to see an old friend threatening his family..."

"He wouldn't be very pleased with anyone threatening anyone he knew," the Master replied to her. "Still, this is surprisingly too easy. What. No attempt to escape? You don't have a weapon you wish to pull on me? Not even the TCE you stole from me?"

Saxon Master still kept the Laser Screwdriver pointed at her. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. Walk to the edge of the stairs. I'm expecting two more of my lives to be here any moment."

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Somewhere else along the time vortex, a TARDIS in the shape of a red public phone booth from Great Britain was travelling towards an unspecified location.

The man behind the controls wore a black robe and a hood. He had received the odd signal, but purposely chose to ignore it. Instead, he sent a signal of his own to another man.

The Master was about to do something foolish, in his opinion. He needed to warn the only person he could think of to stop him.

That man was the Doctor.

(OOC: For any wishing to participate in this plot against The Master(s), there will be other threads posted in the Events section. Each one will have "The Master Plan" marked at the end of them. The meeting with this newest character will also be in another thread.)

[Susan Foreman]

"What. No attempt to escape? You don't have a weapon you wish to pull on me? Not even the TCE you stole from me?"

Susan frowned and replied, "No, I have no intent of sinking down to your level..." She glared at him.

Saxon Master still kept the Laser Screwdriver pointed at her. "Turn around. Hands behind your head. Walk to the edge of the stairs. I'm expecting two more of my lives to be here any moment."

It was no worse than she'd expected from him. Thankfully, the Master hadn't shot her in the back.

... Yet.

Susan did as she was told and tried to remain calm - she put her hands behind her head and slowly walked to the edge of the stairs. She made the mistake of looking down, though, and she gulped and grimaced, thinking that it would be rather quite nasty if she were to take a fall.

"Two more of you?" Susan asked, not at all liking the sound of her odds.

"What are you up to, Master?" Susan asked, not at all liking how his name felt rolling off her tongue. "And, may I please out my arms down? They're getting heavy..." She tried not to pout, but... they were getting a bit tired up there.

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"What. No attempt to escape? You don't have a weapon you wish to pull on me? Not even the TCE you stole from me?"

Susan frowned and replied, "No, I have no intent of sinking down to your level..." She glared at him.

"Oi, you take after your grandfather rather well," he replied mockingly.

As she approached the stairs, he followed closely behind her. Then again, there wasn't much space here where she could run to.

"Two more of you?" Susan asked, not at all liking the sound of her odds.

"What are you up to, Master?" Susan asked, not at all liking how his name felt rolling off her tongue. "And, may I please out my arms down? They're getting heavy..." She tried not to pout, but... they were getting a bit tired up there.

"Up the stairs," he said, pointing upwards with his laser screwdriver. He chuckled a bit. Why not gloat a little? Not like she could do anything at this point, he thought to himself. "That machine up there? With the bright orb on top of it? That's the Eye of Time. The machine it's hooked up to? One of my best experiments. A paradox machine. That's why you saw so many of myself here earlier when you had arrived."

He ran around her till he was between her and the machine, his arms spread out and a very gleeful smile on his face as he looked up into the golden orange and yellow sky.

"Truly one of my best masterpieces!" he said triumphantly. "And to think, it's not even completed yet!"

[Susan Foreman]

Up the stairs Susan went with the Master close behind her. He then showed off his shiny, new paradox machine and explained that he'd used it to bring multiple incarnations of himself together in the same place and time.

But, such a thing was an abomination. It was just flat-out wrong, not to mention impossible.

Susan watched on while the Master placed himself between her and his unreasonable machine with a look of strong objection on her face. The Master, however, looked exultant.

"Truly one of my best masterpieces!" he said triumphantly. "And to think, it's not even completed yet!"

Wait... What? It wasn't finished, yet?

Susan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? Well, what's left?" She also wanted to know how it could function if only mostly complete - unless, of course, that was part of the paradox?

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Susan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? Well, what's left?"

The Master lowered his arms and rolled his eyes, the big grin still on his face.

"A few things here and there. You see...Not all of my lives could make it to this event. Some are...trapped as it were. Your grandfather never told you what had happened to my original set of regenerations did he? What about the time I made everyone on Earth...well...Me?~"

He pointed back to his machine, his eyes fixed on her. "That machine...will set them free. Will bring them here. All of them. And all my other incarnations. Imagine it. Over Six BILLION Time Lords. All of whom...Are me! All in one place! To take our rightful place...my rightful place, as Master of all Creation!"

[Susan Foreman]

Horrified, Susan gaped at the Master. "You're mad..." she murmured bewilderedly. "This is such a bad idea..."

It was no wonder his relationship with her grandfather was so rocky. The Master was a nutter, plain and simple. And, he was also very, very dangerous. Susan had no doubt he would try to do this thing - and he might even be successful - but, what if something went wrong?

She shot the Master an agitated, worried look and slowly asked, "What if something goes wrong?" Susan paused for a moment to let the question sink in. The Master was such a cocky so-and-so that he probably hadn't any doubt in his insanely brilliant mind that he would indeed succeed in this endeavor.

"Do you plan on dragging all of existence into oblivion with you when a part of the machine eventually gives out or breaks down? Or, what if your calculations are off, even by a fraction of a fraction of a percent? (They're probably not, though. They're probably perfect)." Susan folded her arms protectively over her chest and slowly shook her head from side to side and let out a little huff of air, almost like a put-out sigh.

"Have you even thought about any of the 'what if's'? Hmm?" she asked with concern, while starting to feel a little sick to her stomach.

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Horrified, Susan gaped at the Master. "You're mad..." she murmured bewilderedly. "This is such a bad idea..."

"I knooooooooow~" the Master replied to her, as if imitating a teenage school girl.

She shot the Master an agitated, worried look and slowly asked, "What if something goes wrong?" Susan paused for a moment to let the question sink in. "Do you plan on dragging all of existence into oblivion with you when a part of the machine eventually gives out or breaks down? Or, what if your calculations are off, even by a fraction of a fraction of a percent? (They're probably not, though. They're probably perfect)." Susan folded her arms protectively over her chest and slowly shook her head from side to side and let out a little huff of air, almost like a put-out sigh. "Have you even thought about any of the 'what if's'? Hmm?" she asked with concern, while starting to feel a little sick to her stomach.

The Master simply laughed. "Oh yes and THERE'S the important questions of all! Just like your dear old grandfather. Ahahahaha! I love the Q and A's!"

He stepped over to the machine and picked up a sphere slightly bigger than a softball. He tossed it to her.

"Exitonic Circuitry. Just like what was used for the Matrix back on Gallifrey," the Master explained. "Inside there is a memory. A dream. A message. One so clear and clean it could've only been sent by someone. Take a look. Just press the little red button there."

Once the red button was pressed, it would show the holder of the sphere the exact dream and message that was shared with his other selves.

"It's over Doctor. I have become one, with all of me!" shouted the voice of a man in his 40's or 50's with a goatee and greying black hair. "Using the Eye of Time, I have become a god, more powerful than even the Eternals themselves!"

"You can't! You can't do it! Don't you realize what you've done!?" The Man looked like no one the viewer would recognize. Yet just judging by the conversation he's having with the other man, this must be a Doctor who has yet to have occurred.

"Of course I have. I have made myself the most powerful being in all of space and time! I finally shall rule the universe, unchallenged! Not even the Daleks, the Cybermen, or even you can stop me now!"

"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!" Numerous Daleks began to hover into the area the Doctor and this other Man now occupied. Following them were of course, the Cybermen, along with other beings.

The powerful man simply held up a hand, and a powerful psychic blast flew out of his hand and obliterated. All of them, from a wide variety of species. Sontarans, Daleks, Cybermen, Time Lords, Draconians, Earthlings, Krotons, Weeping Angels, Autons, Axons, Silurians, Sea Devils, Vampires (Grand and normal), you name it.

This...current Doctor, whatever life he was on, pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver to try and destroy the machine behind him. It exploded in his hand.

"Not even your sonic screwdriver will save you this time Doctor. I. Have. WON!"

The images fade.

(OOC: Just reposting the dream in this post so you don't have to go back to the previous page to read it Susan)

The Master stood there, his arms crossed, and a smug grin across his face as he waited to see Susan's reaction.

[Susan Foreman]

Susan caught the device easily and gave it a good look over. The Master had told her to press the red button then, but... Wasn't the red button the one that you were never, ever supposed to press?

But, she pressed it anyway, and Susan was then able to experience the dream that the sphere had recorded.

~~~

Gosh, but that was unnerving... What a nightmare! That just couldn't be allowed to come to pass - it just couldn't!

Speechless for a moment, Susan frowned down at the little piece of technology, while she carefully chose her words - she chose to play off of his ego, and looking up to the Master, Susan gave him a thoughtful look and asked, "But... That's not your face - that's a different you - are you really going to let a different you become all of you?"

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"Well..." the Master began scratching his nose. "That's the thing about...well regeneration. Or any new body. I mean...The idea is that we all merge into one...sort of..."

He turned his back towards Susan and was lost in thought. She sorta raised a good point. Essentially this would be a new incarnation for him and all his past incarnations. Still though, the power. The Power to destroy fleets and armadas of other powerful civilizations with just a wave of his hand. The Power to finally win against the Doctor after centuries of conflict. Essentially he'll still be the same man. Well, they all will. All united into one unique being.

Still how to explain this. Didn't this girl ever go to a proper lesson on the philosophy of regeneration?

Gosh, maybe when those other selves arrive or return maybe they could explain it to her better than he could.

Wait a second. Why was he trying to explain all this to a hostage?