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Davros, King of the Kadels, sat, looking out of his dome. As he looked over the control deck, Kaled soldiers marched in their white-plated gunmetal bodysuits. Davros smirked. All he had to do was find the hole in the universe, and the other one would be his. A maniacal cackle burst forth from his lips.
The Master had never wanted to not cackle his entire life until now. He and the Warrior kept their heads low as the Kaled soldiers marched over, crates on a sling behind them. As they dropped the crates, they turned and walked out.
“We should take them.” The Master stated.
“We can’t. They have guns.” The Warrior noticed.
“And? I have hypnotising eyes, remember?” The Master whispered.
“Alright, you can try.” The Warrior admitted. The Master made a small whispering noise to catch the attention of two guards. The two stalked over to the crates the two Time Lords were behind, and could barely see the Master’s cat-like eyes.
“I am the Master. And you will obey me.” He hypnotically suggested to the guards. The pair seemed to be half under his influence. The Master’s head panged with aches, and he was forced to release them, quickly making the pair of guards forget they were there. He dropped down, panting as the guards left them alone. Once they were on the saucer and left, the Warrior peered over the wall of crates. He quickly got to a crate and pulled out a reflective silver piece of metal.
“I’ve got it.” The Warrior answered, pocketing the piece of metal. The pair had exactly what they needed to find their way home to their own universe.
“Continue our search for the intruders!” Davros yelled. “They will lead us to our next conquest!” The saucer they were in blasted off of the ground and into deep space. The Warrior and the Master also grabbed a cylindrical map, a data core that was labelled ‘galactic map’. The pair thought it might come in handy, considering they had no clue where they were going. The Warrior first placed it in a ring on the console and dropped it down, a pop-up appearing on the screen, showing it was converting the data to match it’s computational matrix. Once the copy was complete, the Master did the same, except instead of a pop-up, he placed it into a hole on his console, and a bar to the left filled with green, before it burbled positively and spat the cylinder out again. Now the pair of them each had a map of this universe and set off once more, the Warrior in control. He had wired the silver device to his monitor and awaited a course to be plotted. Meanwhile, the Warrior had returned to reading his book while the TARDIS plotted the course.
Meanwhile, Davros sat in the control chamber, saucer scanners checking constantly for whatever they could find. Two Kaled soldiers walked up to his casing and filled him in.
“Your highness, we have completed the delivery.”
“Excellent. And is there any sign of the two?”
“Negative, your highness.”
“Then why do I see their time trails on my screen?” Davros asked, gesturing handlessly to a screen embedded in the wall. On it was an image of the Vortex’s pink swirls, the two TARDISes spinning through it. “They hid on the planet, you fools. Now, my kingdom will expand. More than this universe will be under the control of the Kadel Empire!” Davros yelled. Kaled soldiers followed the implied order to follow them, setting the course. “And bring it with us.” In deep space, an impossibly large saucer with yellow, orange, and white lights spun on, a gigantic cannon on the underside.
“Your Highness,” The Kaled soldier in charge of the gargantuan saucer introduced. “Don’t worry. The Nightmare Child will be with us.”
Through the pink swirls, the two TARDISes spun, the King’s saucer cloaked behind them. The two Time Lords talked on the screens.
“So, once we get back, what are your plans?” The Master asked.
“Survive.” The Warrior answered.
“I’m tired of following. I plan to escape the Time Lords, and this wretched war entirely.” The Master answered his own question.
“But how?” The Warrior questioned. “They could remotely control your TARDIS.”
“Not without this.” The Master added, holding up a transparent hemisphere he had pulled from under his console. Wires splayed from the base.
“You’ll have to teach me how to do that.” The Warrior smirked, before his console gave a bleep. They had arrived at the time hole. The pair materialised before falling through the black void. The lights flared with power as the two consoles sparked, their time rotors hissing in agony. The Master squinted, typing onto his console. On the Warrior’s screen, a pop-up appeared, displaying something different. The lights dimmed, and the Warrior looked at the screen. ‘Slave Controls: Disabled’ The Master was gone, and the Warrior was home. Then, something slammed against the TARDIS outer shell. The room shook, and the Warrior was thrown from the plinth. He slammed his head against the wall, and the room blurred. But on the neck-mounted monitor, the Warrior stared in horror. There was the saucer the Kadel King flew on. He had been followed through the Time Hole.