Everyone knew that the Doctor never left the citadel. Everyone knew that he always wore a black suit with a garish red tie. Everyone recognised his face.
So when the humanoid with long and interesting (to say the least) black hair burst haplessly into the workshop wearing a very odd outfit and introduced himself, quite happily and plainly, as the Doctor Halbrat VelGhadi became very much confused. Looking the new arrival up and down, he found that the cheery oddball before him resembled in no way the man that his people both hated and feared.
But then he remembered the legends, told to him by his father. The Time Lords were face-changers. The Doctor must have changed his form before coming here. Halbrat found himself all but overcome by a concentrated surge of nigh unrestrained rage, tempered only by a secondary sense of fear and shock.
The Doctor, seemingly oblivious to the white hot fury Halbrat was now feeling, began to talk, though perhaps to say he began to ramble would be a better description.
"Not in the mood for chit-chat? Well, I can understand that. Your sky has went and turned orange. Last time I was here it was green. It's supposed to be green at this point in time, no orange skies until, well ever on Kalaya," the Time Lord started. Halbrat, not paying any attention to what was being said, forced himself to hold back the urge to pounce on the creature before him and tear out its larynx. knowing full well the futility of such an endeavour. He would be blasted by the wand before he could get halfway across the room.
Understanding that he could not attack his most hated enemy, Halbrat settled for hissing furiously at him. It was a pointless action which only led to him becoming more infuriated, as the Doctor seemingly did not even acknowledge the noise.
"Okay, so, I need to get to the citadel over there and stop the Master from doing any more damage. Any ideas how I can do that Mr... Sorry, what was your name?"
Confusion temporarily overrode anger. Halbrat looked puzzled, which is quite an achievement for a snake-headed reptilian.
The Doctor was asking how to break into his own citadel to stop himself from doing damage to the planet. Though the anger continued to boil under the surface, Halbrat responded quite calmly, albeit coldly, to the latter question, telling the Time Lord his name. The man calling himself the Doctor clapped his hands together, positively radiating happiness.
"Good name, good name. Great name even. Halbrat VelGhadi," The Doctor replied, placing emphasis on the final syllables of each word. "Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue, but I like it. Anyway Halbrat VelGhadi, I may need your help in getting to to the citadel. Now, I know I have done absolutely nothing to prove myself to you, but I am the only hope that your people have of seeing Kalaya returned to normality. I need your complete trust, I need to be able to understand that I may have to put my life in your hands."
He held out disgusting pink hand. Only four fingers and a thumb. Halbrat felt physically sickened by the alien in front of him. The Doctor spoke once more:
"Do you trust me?"
Totally taken aback by the final question, all arbitrary racism dissolved, the Kalayan took a step backwards and totally scrutinised the man claiming to be the Doctor.
Wearing heavy boots, turned up trousers, a bow tie and a tweed jacket he utterly lacked the elegance and grace displayed by the Doctor he knew of. The Time Lords may be face changers, but surely they did not also change personality.
And the things he said, he seemed so honest, so genuine, that Halbrat could not help but feel like he wanted to impress the humanoid before him.
And yet...
The anger still boiled below the surface. The stench of death still hung heavy in the street. The demonic orbs still looked down upon the terrified natives, just waiting for that order to kill.
The Doctor in the citadel had killed so many. Destroyed so much. Replaced all that they knew and held dear with his own ideals. Claimed mastery over the entire planet. He was an imperial menace, callous to the core.
The Doctor that stood before him seemed entirely incapable of any such action. Yet in spite of this, Halbrat felt the anger boil to the surface. It was trickery, he decided. It was trickery and even if it killed him he was going to slay the Doctor while he had the chance.
"No."
The simple word caused the man in the tweed jacket considerable confusion.
"I'm sorry?"
"I don't trust you, murderer!"
On the final word, Halbrat made to leap forwards. The Doctor recoiled as the far smaller but undoubtedly stronger reptilian prepared to jump.
Bracing himself, the Doctor raised his arms as a paltry defence against the attack.
The attack that never came.
Before Halbrat VelGhadi could make his leap, one of the Toclafane whizzed through the still open workshop door and, without any ceremony, blasted him into atoms with its laser weapon. Only a small pile of smoking ash remained of the Kalayan.
The Doctor heard the noise and looked up in horror. Wordlessly, he fumbled around in his pocket, trying to draw his sonic screwdriver. Before he could get it out it, he heard the sound of the engines of a TARDIS. A great marble pillar materialised next to the cyborg. A hatched opened on the pillar, and the Master stepped gracefully into the workshop, smiling warmly at his old foe.
The Doctor looked upon the youthful face of his antagonist. A million questions waited impatiently at the back of his throat. Staring into the Master's eyes, which betrayed the age of their owner, he managed to speak a single word.
"How?"
The Master did not answer. His grin did not fade. He simply pointed at the hovering orb with a black gloved finger, and then at the Doctor.
The Toclafane fired its laser weapon again. This time the beam hit the Doctor square in the chest.