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                Chapter 10
                “Good morning, you miserable hoard of brainless monkeys.”
                The Doctor blinked his eyes open slowly at the sound of the Master’s arrogant voice. It took a moment for the noise to process inside his head, mingling with the heavy sleep and aches that racked his whole body. And then he felt the hairs stand up on his neck.
                “Oh and what a glorious morning this is: Your lord and Master looking down on each and every one of you from on high –“
                The Doctor sat upright, suddenly, memories flashing into his head. The guilt that weighed on him forced out a laboured breath, and he stared up into the eyes of the man he least wanted to see.
                The image on the screen above him crackled and shook, as though it were being broadcast through a heavy storm, but there was no mistaking that winning smile, white teeth glinting as he spread his arms out towards the camera. The Master was speaking to his people. All of them. The Doctor’s stomach turned. He was beginning to understand why the screen had been installed.
                “-my sweet little friends? Those of you who have are probably dead.” There was a pause as the Master walked uncomfortably close to the camera and stared into it with a snarl, “…no point talking to you then, is there?”
                The Doctor swallowed and pulled back the covers, sliding out of the bed without a thought for his pain. Despite the grief that was building inside him at the Master’s face, he found he couldn’t look away.
                “For those of you who are left,” the Master continued brusquely, backing away from the camera, “for once, this stagnant cesspool of a planet… will work.”
                As the Doctor’s shock subsided he began to take more of the picture in, seeing past the interference as best he could. The Master had always had a taste for grandeur; for spectacle, and even in such poor quality, even the Doctor had to admit that it showed. The scene was chilling, down to its finest detail.
                The Master stood on the bridge of the Valiant, the windows behind him displaying a vista of stormclouds as far as the eye could see. Orbs spun glittering through the air in vast droves, swooping ominously towards the Earth below. And there stood Lucy, dressed in ominous red, her face full of that same grand pride she had shown the day the Toclophane had come.
                The Master reached into his jacket, pulling out his screwdriver. He pointed it at the camera with a flourish. A moment later the picture seemed to change, the image on board the Valiant overlaid with slowly scrolling words in thin, bright red. The Doctor narrowed his eyes to read. He muttered them out loud to himself:
                “…Tokyo, London, Lisbon, New York…” His voice shook with confusion and worry. He knotted his eyebrows, “What’s he doing?”
                Names continued to roll across the screen, the list of cities apparently endless as the Master smiled with false benevolence into the camera. “Every single one of you will report to one of these -“ he stopped himself and laughed derisively, “pathetic excuses for civilization within the next 72 hours, to take your place in my new regime. Today begins a brand new empire, and each of you will play your part.”
                The Doctor’s breath came out in bursts, each one brought with it a new thought, wrapped in pain. The Earth was broken; Jack and Martha were all but lost, and the memories of what he had done last night – with the single person who had caused so much pain – was enough to make him feel dizzy with self-loathing. Yet he stood rooted to the floor, unable for a moment to drag his eyes away.
                “Now get running, you little beasts!” The Master’s eyes were full of laughter as he shouted, whipping a hand through the air in front of him. The sound of his voice seemed tinny and distorted through the transmission. Behind him, Lucy tilted back her head and laughed childishly. “Not much time, so shoo!”
                The Master took one last elated look at the camera and began to walk out of shot. A second later he paused, turned, and came close once more. The Doctor took a step back out of instinct.
                “Oh… and – Miss Jones.” The Master’s tone was quiet; dark; almost a whisper. A snarl of malice contorted his face. The words made the Doctor’s breath catch in his throat. “In memory of so many wonderful memories together, I offer you this choice: surrender, and you die painlessly.” He paused for effect and leaned even closer, throwing the sinister glare on his face into sharp relief. “Fail to do so… and well…” The Master looked down thoughtfully, and then snapped back up to the camera with a dark smile, “let’s just say you’ll need a bit more medical training before I can describe what will happen to you.
                Now…” He stood back and raised an eyebrow, “if you don’t mind, I have an appointment with my doctor.”
                The Master strode off camera and the transmission began to fade. The last image was of Lucy. The childish pride had faded from her face and she suddenly looked confused, watching her husband walk away, out of shot. She opened her mouth to call after him, and then the screen faded back into black silence.
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