It was truly a match made in Hell. The Master looked out over the Earth and researched those that would be most useful to him in the coming months. He didn't have much time to assert himself, and to pull off this plan he would need 15 satellites in orbit yesterday, as well as creating a new cell phone network, coupled with a little voting fraud to get those that would be able to refuse his hypnotic tendencies. It was all well and fine that he had approximately 18 months to do it, as far as he figured, but he had no resources. All he had was the Doctor's TARDIS, and the only thing he could find worth anything in the Doctor's TARDIS was a strange wallet that seemed to have no limit to money in it. He pocketed it, bought himself a flat, and proceeded to start trying to devise a way to create himself a false identity.
This was when he first found James. Professor James Moriarty was, as he had titled himself, a Consulting Criminal. Dear Jim, Please make me disappear. My debts have become too much for me to handle. Dear Jim, my rich relative just recently wrote me into their will. Please make them have an unfortunate accident. Dear Jim, I'm an alien who needs a false identity, no less than 15 satellites above the Earth, and a new Cell Phone Service Company made. You'll be paid well. Of course, he would never say it that bluntly. Humans, even the smartest of the bunch, needed to be handled carefully. Still, he arranged a meeting with the Professor Moriarty.
The morning was bright as they met on a rooftop, as it seemed that this James Moriarty was just as much one for theatrics as he was. "A pleasure to meet you, Professor. My name is Yana Thorian. Now, shall we get down to business?"
With his funding and Moriarty's connections, it took only half a year for the satellites to come into place. At the same time they started crafting a false background for The Master. He had a new name, Harold Saxon. He was a sucker for hidden meanings, and this name fit perfectly. The Army Ruler from Saxonny. The drumbeats subsided for a single night at that, and he was grateful for it. Many nights Moriarty would could to the Master's flat, or the Master would come to Moriarty's estate, and they would iron out details of his plan.
Soon it would be time, in only another few weeks, and he thought it only fair to give a small way out to the man who had made this all possible. "Moriarty." How easily that name rolled of his tongue after saying it for so long. "It won't be long now before everything comes to a head. Assuming this all does work, I'll text you with a rendezvous location before my third day in office. Meet me there, or else I can't be held directly responsible for what might happen to you. And I'd rather not see you dead."
"Dead? Sounds like you have a little more than the Prime Minister's seat in mind… Harry." He gave a small grin. "Tell me. Who are you, really? There is no Yana Thorian, and you seem to have appeared from nowhere just a few days before I met you. I do not usually get stumped over anything, but this is a wonderful enigma to get caught upon."
The Master grinned. "Yes, Jim. So much more than Prime Ministry. I have friends in distant places, and they need a place to stay and thrive and be led out of the dark. And I plan to give them exactly that. They wished for a Master, and so they'll get their Master, and it won't be just this planet that will suffer, but every intelligent life I can conquer until those blasted drums will cease. They're always there, Jim, and no one else can hear them. My constant calling war drums."
"You still didn't answer my question."
"You act as if I'm required to answer." The Master grinned. "You'll find out soon enough, Moriarty, along with the rest of the world. Except for you'll have a front row seat."
