The Master's Log
- Drums at Half-Power from TheTallDoctor ∞
Gallifreyan Government and Politics - The Laws of Time
or the Rules Governing Time Lords from the Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey
- NO BEING SHALL DISTORT HISTORY (i.e. it is forbidden to change or otherwise alter the past)
- INTERACTION WITH AN INDIVIDUAL’S OWN PERSONAL TIMELINE IS FORBIDDEN
- no Time Lord may murder or otherwise harm their past self
- no Time Lord may meet with or otherwise come into contact with their past self
- no Time Lord may meet with another individual who is out of sync with their timestream
- no Time Lord may make profit from knowledge or manipulation of the past
- NO TIME LORD (OR ANY OTHER BEING) MAY INTERFERE WITH THE WEB OF TIME
- the editing or rewriting of the History of any individual, species or planet is forbidden
- all Time Lords must follow the Doctrine of Non-Interference when dealing with Lesser Species
- it is the duty of all Time Lords to prevent Gallifreyan technology from being acquired by Time-Aware Species
- it is the duty of all Time Lords to prevent damage to or sabotage of the Web of Time
- it is the duty of all Time Lords to prevent acts of aggression by any Time-Aware Species that threatens the survival of the native population within the affected Time Zone
- any Time Lord who commits genocide will have their title and remaining regenerations forcibly removed
- NO TIME LORD MAY CREATE OR PARTICIPATE IN THE CREATION OF A TEMPORAL PARADOX
- NO TIME LORD MAY EXPLOIT THE POWER OF CREATION
- no Time Lord may use the Power in a way that could damage Time
- THE CREATION OF A VORTEX CRISIS IS FORBIDDEN
- THE CREATION OF A GRANDFATHER PARADOX IS FORBIDDEN
- THE CREATION OF A DIMENSIONAL PARADOX IS FORBIDDEN
- TIMELOOPING PLANETS IS FORBIDDEN
- ALL TIME LORDS MUST FOLLOW THE PROTOCOLS OF LINEARITY
- NO TIME LORD MAY TRAVEL INTO THE RELATIVE PAST OR FUTURE OF GALLIFREY
- NO TIME LORD MAY DELIBERATELY SHAPE THE FUTURE OF ANY TIMELINE
- NO TIME LORD MAY USE OR PILOT A TIME CAPSULE WITHOUT AUTHORISATION
- IT IS FORBIDDEN TO ALLOW ENTRANCE TO A TIME CAPSULE TO NON-TIME LORDS
- ALL TIME LORDS MUST FOLLOW THE PROTOCOLS OF OBSERVATION
- NO TIME LORD MAY INTERACT WITH THEIR OWN FUTURE
- NO TIME LORD MAY USE OR EXPLOIT TIME TRAVEL FOR PERSONAL NEEDS
- A TIME LORD MAY NOT USE TIME TRAVEL TO PURPOSEFULLY SHORTEN OR ELONGATE THEIR PERSONAL PERCEPTION OF TIME
- A TIME LORD MAY NOT USE TIME TRAVEL TO LIVE THROUGH THE SAME DAY TWICE
- A TIME LORD MAY NOT USE TIME TRAVEL FOR FINANCIAL GAIN
- EMERGENCY RULES MAY BE PUT IN PLACE IN ORDER TO DEAL WITH ALIEN ACTIVITY ON GALLIFREY
- these rules may allow investigation of the Lord/Lady President
- PERFORMING A TARDIS INTERLOCK (i.e. materialising one TARDIS within another) IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN
- TRIGGERING A REGENERATION IN ORDER TO CHANGE SEX OR GENDER IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN
- ALL TIME LORDS HAVE THE RIGHT TO OFFER THEMSELVES AS A PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE
- elections must be held within 48 hours of the death/removal of the previous President
- if a President is removed due to a vote of no confidence, power is temporarily passed down the hierarchical order of the High Council
The Master’s anger was unpleasant though not wholly unexpected, and the Doctor listened with an impassive expression while the other Time Lord ranted on and on. When he had finished, the Doctor’s gaze dropped to the shattered glass, then back to the Master’s face. He felt no desire whatsoever to be drawn into an argument, for as far as he was concerned, there was nothing to argue about.
“I will not obey you,” he began with the air of one trying very hard not to lose his patience. “I like my companion. I’m keeping him.” A terse smile curved his lips. “I don’t believe I’ve taken advantage of you, or dangled you about like a puppet, or made you weak. I don’t believe you’d have allowed me to do that, even if I had wanted to.” Rubbing the bridge of his nose, he sighed wearily. All that shouting had given him the beginnings of a headache.
“I’ve been away for a long time. It’s been decades for me, and I’ve done nothing but follow orders for as long as I can remember. You are not the master of me.” He raised a warning finger. “Don’t think for one moment that you are in a position to tell me what to do. I won’t stand for it.” The momentary harshness that had coloured his tone left, and he continued in a calmer, more pleasant voice. “I’ll make sure my companion doesn’t cross your path, and we’ll decide about the bed at a later time. Would you like some tea?”
"He said I’m a robot, and he called you insane. Is that really the person you want on board as your companion? What about another Earth girl that practically worships you? I’d much rather that to him!” he questioned, still as angry as he had been, though his tone had calmed some after hearing how long the Doctor had been gone in his time. “You waltzed in here and regenerated. No greeting, no thanks…. and even afterwards, all I got was that you didn’t like our fucking bed.” The Time Lord rubbed his face before crossing his arms.
"No, I don’t want any tea, I want to know why you were gone so long, why you didn’t take your bloody companion with you, why you didn’t contact me, and why you focused on such a stupid haircut. Really, it’s just awful.” the Master demanded, momentarily oblivious to the mess he’d made as his complete focus was on the Doctor.
You certainly are one to talk of egos. You walk around wanting people to call you the Master. [ He pointed out, smile slipping and both brows raising expressively. ] And I am nothing like you. Where you bring chaos, I bring peace. Where you destroy, I build. And where you hurt, I mend. So anyone who is like me I would call friend.
Mm…. I do suppose that you will of course see things that way, but may I remind you that you take sides. You bring peace, but to what group and at what cost? You heal, but who suffers from the action of an enemy now back at full health. Your friends all do the same…. a hero is always the villain in another story, Doctor. There are tales of your evil deeds all across the universe…. at least there are until you manage to wipe them out either on purpose or by secondary effect. I, on the other hand, simply want the universe in my control so that I may put everything into order. You just want to screw it up and allow everything to be a jumbled mess.
"Shhh…." Jack whispered softly, continuing to hold onto the Master, though if he really wanted to pull away, Jack certainly would let him. If the Time Lord allowed him to hold on, he’d just gently rock him, run a hand through his hair, and speak in soft and comforting words.
"Koschei, it’s all right…" Jack murmured, kissing the top of the Master’s head softly. "Wyn’s a tough kid. He’s good in a fight, and he can take care of himself. I’ve seen him in action. He’ll be fine." Jack said of their son, hoping the Time Lord would hear the truth behind his words. "You and I can protect him, too. And you know I won’t let anything happen to you while I’m around. I’ll keep you safe, I promise."
"You can’t do anything while you’re dead. All it takes is one instant, and he’s done. I don’t know if he’s like you, but I know he can’t regenerate. There’s no Academy, he’s not Time Lord, he’s just of Gallifrey descent. I can’t lose him, Jack!" he commented, his mind looping back through the millions of possibilities as whispers mingled around the drums in his aching head. Crying his hard wouldn’t do him any good, either. He’d end up with a migrane if he didn’t stop, and he knew it, but he was simply too upset.
Hearing his childhood name calmed him some, but he was soon sobbing into the Immortal’s chest again, clinging onto his shirt in a temporary moment of weakness. He didn’t like being this way, or feeling this way, or acting this way, or admitting that he was scared, but he was. The only end potentials were that he’d be forgiven, but exiled or stripped of titles and forced to become an Outsider, or held accountable for the war’s length, and punished by being removed from time and space. Both made his hearts skip a beat and that only sent further surges of panic through him. It wasn’t long before he started to slide out of Jack’s arms and onto the floor, his body reverting to the ‘go limp’ tactic that he thought he’d finally worked himself out of so long ago.
“I’m not putting stickers on everything, Master,” the Doctor said dismissively before rubbing his hands together in eager anticipation of the feast he was about to enjoy. Most of the dishes he cast his eyes over did not appeal to him in the slightest, but he spotted some custard and made a beeline for it. The plate was raised up, and he smiled whilst inhaling deeply. “Mmm,” he began, but his blissful expression died on his face and he grimaced, tossing the plate straight into the bin. “It’s just eggy soup, isn’t it? Sugary, eggy, soupy, fishy… bleurgh.” Thoroughly disgusted, he pulled a face at the bin where the custard now resided as if the yellow gloop had just fired a personal insult at him, then glanced about for something else to try.
Peaches, he wasn’t keen on. Nor did he like tomatoes or any of the meat, or the fish. The lettuce just tasted like air, and not even interesting air. “It tastes like a boring bit of nothing,” he proclaimed, spitting out a half-chewed lettuce leaf back onto the plate from which it had come. Finally, he found that he still liked the taste of scones, so he ate one, then washed it down with a spot of tea. He would always like tea. It was hard-wired into his brain. Into all of his brains.
With that settled, he leant back on the kitchen counter and took a sip of tea. “A little bird told me that you’ve been rather unpleasant to my companion,” he began in a casual tone. “There’s no truth in that rumour, is there?”
"I highly suggest that you comply.” the Time Lord said rather harshly as he leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms. Though seeing that the Doctor did indeed not enjoy custard made him smile because he’d been right. “Now I’ll have to stay here the entire time since you won’t use them.”
The Master stayed true to his word and he continued to watch until the Doctor moved to join him. He wasn’t at all interested in ‘hanging out’ at this moment, and so he’d moved off to get himself a glass of water. He didn’t reply to the other until he’d had half of his drink.
"One could say that another little bird should have told you that you are to find another companion. It’s no fault of mine that your current one decided to fail you and allow you to regenerate. He’s been incredibly offensive to me, and unreliable to you. I’ve written him up for each offense he’s committed if you are interested in seeing the documentation.” he replied, unable to contain the sheer amount of anger that was held inside of him. “You will obey me, Doctor. I waited for you so incredibly long that I realized that you’ve only kept me here to make me weak. You don’t care about me. I’m just a caretaker to you, and a puppet for everyone else. You know…. I take that back. I’m a puppet to you as well! A puppet on four little strings that does your fucking bidding, and waits like a stupid little Earth girl. You’ve taken advantage of me, and it is for that reason that you will obey me now, or I swear that you will regret ever taking me on board. You will be getting rid of that twat, you will be getting a new companion, and we will NOT BE GETTING A NEW BLOODY BED!” With that, he threw the glass he was holding down on the floor, his eyes glaring into the Doctor’s with sheer fury.
Jack was completely silent as he listened to the Master speak, and it had been a good while since he’d seen the Time Lord in such duress. It seemed like there was a mountain of stress in his life, and much of it had to do with his past. Jack had long forgiven the Master for the events on the Valiant, of course. So much so that they’d fallen into a romance, and he even bore a son to the Time Lord. They’d shared much of their past with each other, and though Jack didn’t pretend to think he understood much of what the Time Lord were or why they’d used the Master the way they had, but Jack knew how deeply that affected the other man.
As the Master got up to leave, though, Jack quickly followed after him and put a hand on his shoulder, spinning the Master around before he could protest much. He just pulled the other man in for a tight embrace, knowing it was likely the Master would pull away but he hoped he wouldn’t. “You don’t have to apologize, Master. I was missing you and planning on coming back to the TARDIS today, so it was a good day to visit.” He said quietly, leaving everything else the Master had said up in the air, so that the Time Lord could choose to speak of it more or to let it go, either way.
The Time Lord allowed the Immortal to pull him back and hold him close. His arms slowly wrapped around the other man, and within moments the tears had returned in full force. Sobs echoed from him for minutes until he’d convinced himself to be quiet, and he tried to pull away. “My apologies…. my apologies…. I shouldn’t…. I truly should not have said anything. It’s just…. there’s something coming. I can feel it. It’s happening all over again, and I don’t want Wyn involved. I can’t lose him too! I’d have no descendants left! Oakdown has to remain, even if they strip me of my titles when they get a hold of me.” he spoke on and on, his hands starting to shake as it was made terribly clear that he was starting to let on that he’d been panicking.
[ Just when he was going to continue to debate about his companions, he realized just what the other was getting at. It did not matter what he said, it was set in stone. His future selves would make a habit of travelling with girls from earth. He supposed it did make sense, considering his love for humans. Either way, the Master had changed the subject - to something he could not speak of.
The answer the Master was looking for was ‘to go look for the next piece to the Key to Time’, but he was hardly going to tell the Master of all people about the powerful artifact. He was the last person who needed to know of it. ] Oh, you know me. [ he replied lightly, a teasing smile on his lips. ] Travel the universe, rid it of people like you. Quite the usual.
People like me? Oh, but my dearest Doctor, that would mean ridding the universe of people like you! -A wide smile again made its way onto the Time Lord’s face after the other replied.- Surely you wouldn’t want that…. we are equals! Not to mention, your ego couldn’t handle it. Or perhaps it could…. perhaps it would be only your conscious that would suffer. You’d be the only one left, after all.
"Really, Master. Their entire society revolves around money. They work to earn money so they can spend money, which pays people for their work and so on. If you are highly skilled, you are paid more for your skills. And I am highly skilled, though I don’t necessarily need the money. It is useful, though." She was silent for a moment at the idea that he might be hearing something that she didn’t think she was. "But what are you hearing? Perhaps I should be listening more closely."
"If you really care about their well being to the point of inconveniencing yourself, then I suppose it’s the only logical choice for you." he replied curtly as he thought about telling her what he’d been hearing. It was probably best not to concern her with it. It was probably just nothing…. but he knew that feeling now. That sudden snap of connections from so far away, electricity flying into his mind along the four fires that had been tethered to his being. "I wouldn’t concern yourself with it. I’m probably just overtired. Perhaps I should go."
His face shifted from amused to in-human anger. “Excuse me?”
Wrong thing to say to a human that was far from human as there could be.
"I do hope you know I still control everything on Earth and if you try to succeed me I will take you down."
For a moment it seemed as if Moriarty had surprised the Master, but soon enough, all that filled the air between them was the Time Lord’s laughter, followed by a serious statement: “Earth belongs to my Husband. You own nothing.”
// They’re not supposed to travel back in time on Gallifrey.
What the hell.
Do I have to wait an entire season to figure more of this shit out?
I’m about 800% done with this damn show.
// Did Moffat just write another timeline for the Doctor without bothering to check the already existing ones?
Some of this isn’t matching up. 5 minutes left and nothing makes sense.
Typical Moffat episode I guess.
// Was that just a Signet Ring of Rassilon?
-casually has one made for myself-
"Has gravity angered you?" he questioned as he looked up at the being. "I typically find that it’s best if one obeys at least that law.”