The Master hadn't even waited for Jamie to finish his sentence; he was already striding quickly toward the shuttles that had brought the team here. Only to back up again seconds later as the circle closed in, his hands in the air and his eyes fixed on the staff aimed practically up his nose.
He'd never seen these things before, and that was something for a Time Lord. As well as slightly disconcerting. The Master cursed in Gallifreyan. Rassilon-damned alternate universe.
His lip curled when one of the figures barked gestured to the ground, even as his ears were eagerly taking in all the nuances of the language, still trying to place them (was it some variant of Sarkeptian? No. Vol'x, perhaps?)
"You want us to kneel?" he drawled bitterly. The Master had no desire to be killed here and now by these things, but he had to draw the line somewhere.
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He'd never seen these things before, and that was something for a Time Lord. As well as slightly disconcerting. The Master cursed in Gallifreyan. Rassilon-damned alternate universe.
His lip curled when one of the figures barked gestured to the ground, even as his ears were eagerly taking in all the nuances of the language, still trying to place them (was it some variant of Sarkeptian? No. Vol'x, perhaps?)
"You want us to kneel?" he drawled bitterly. The Master had no desire to be killed here and now by these things, but he had to draw the line somewhere.