Rassilon makes a pleased noise in the back of his throat, grips her more tightly. The Master, reduced to a little red dot. Reduced to easy prey. Such an elegant solution to a pernicious problem. Perhaps he'll keep this one around a while longer.
After all, soon all Earth-kind, along with the rest of the universe, will be subject to Time Lord rule. Serving Gallifrey and Gallifrey alone. They may as well make themselves useful.
And the best news of all is that it's a universe where the Doctor cannot interfere. Not once the locks are in place.
"He'll pay for his crimes," Rassilon purrs, and it's unclear even to himself who he means.
While Rassilon's mind is assured, at ease, the Master's is a whirling mess of panic. He moves from room to room through an endless maze, one dead end after another, but in the back of his mind he knows it scarcely matters. They're coming.
no subject
After all, soon all Earth-kind, along with the rest of the universe, will be subject to Time Lord rule. Serving Gallifrey and Gallifrey alone. They may as well make themselves useful.
And the best news of all is that it's a universe where the Doctor cannot interfere. Not once the locks are in place.
"He'll pay for his crimes," Rassilon purrs, and it's unclear even to himself who he means.
While Rassilon's mind is assured, at ease, the Master's is a whirling mess of panic. He moves from room to room through an endless maze, one dead end after another, but in the back of his mind he knows it scarcely matters. They're coming.