Between two incredibly intelligent Timelords like himself and the Doctor, they were able to create an energy field that could be activated once it was in place around the War Chief's TARDIS.
Although, the fact that some of the Doctor's knowledge of engineering had been blocked by the Timelords, posed a slight challenge. The Master supposed it was fortunate for the Doctor that he had agreed to help or else things would have take much longer and time was not on their side at the moment.
As he worked the Master could not help but wonder in the back of his mind what the War Chief would do to Beatrice. She was admittedly a strong woman but she even she had limits. He could only hope there was no permanent damage.
Now that he thought about it, Beatrice had been on his mind even before they found out she was kidnapped. At first, he wasn't sure why, but then a small voice in his head answered the question.
Because you care for her. Perhaps more than you've ever cared for someone.
He shook his head. However, conflicted his feelings were, he could not afford to let them take over right now. He needed to concentrate on saving his companion. He suddenly realized that he had been subconsciously calling her that since their first-ever trip.
"Well, that should do it," said the Doctor.
"Indeed, shall we go now? I assume that ancient box of your's can get us there?" he asked.
"Quite," said the Doctor sounding slightly affronted at the insult to his TARDIS. He really was quite attached to that thing.
At that moment Sargent Benton, the Brigadier, and Ms Grant entered the TARDIS.
"Ready to go then? Are you sure we shouldn't bring more men?" asked the Brigadier.
"No, the War Chief will expect a large party, and we want to remain undetected long enough to set up the energy field. All we need to do is to set up these four little disks around his TARDIS and he will be trapped." explained the Doctor.
"How are you so sure about that?" asked the Sargent.
"Because it's what I would expect, and unfortunately the War Chief and I share some similarities in how we plan things. Once we arrive we will signal for the War Lords to come and then they can take the War Chief into custody." the Master finished.
"Alright, let's go then," said the Brigadier. The Doctor set the coordinates that they had picked up on and the TARDIS dematerialized.
"What if once we trap him the War Chief decides to kill Beatrice?" asked Ms Grant nervously as they landed.
"I'm afraid there is no way to guarantee her safety." said the Doctor regretfully.
They had arrived in the middle of the same clearing where the Master had first encountered the War Chief. While the War Chief's TARDIS had disguised itself as a tree standing in the very middle of the clearing, it was easy to locate where his TARDIS was.
"I've signalled the War Lords and sent them our coordinates. Let's hope they come." said the Doctor. The Doctor, Ms Grant, Sargent Benton, and the Master quickly set up the energy field disks around the War Chief's TARDIS and activated them. Now all they could do is wait.
"Hopefully the War Chief will come out once he realizes he is trapped." said the Master. As he said this the tall figure of the War Chief stepped out.
"You really think this field can contain me?" he asked sneeringly.
"Why don't we just shoot him now?" suggested the Brigadier.
"Unfortunately, while the energy field does contain him it will also prevent bullets from reaching him." the Doctor explained.
"It will hold you long enough." the Master answered the War Chief.
"I don't see why you are helping them. Since when did you care about this world?" the War Chief asked the Master.
"My dislike of you currently outweighs my disagreements with the Doctor. While it is true I don't really care what happens to this planet, if anyone is going to kill the Doctor it will be me."
"Good to know there is a line of people waiting to kill me," muttered the Doctor.
"Where's Beatrice? What have you done to her?" asked Ms Grant.
"She's...shall we say...resting. I'm afraid her mind has been rather...damaged." It took all the Master's self-control to main a neutral expression. However, both his hearts sank at the War Chief's words. Mental damage was extremely serious.
"You bastard!" said the Sargent, and the Master couldn't help but mentally agree. The War Chief simply smirked.
"So what exactly is your little plan? You can't contain me forever? Besides with that meteorite shower headed for this planet you all haven't got much time left."
"That plan would be us." said a voice behind them. The War Chief's face went pale. The rest of them turned around. Standing there was the War Lords.
There were four of them. Two of them wore long black robes with a high collar while the other two were dressed in black armour and held guns. They all wore round black-lensed glasses which the Master knew was to protect their eyes which were extremely vulnerable in the sunlight.
"We got your message Doctor and we appreciate you letting us know about this criminal. We have been attempting to track him down ever since he betrayed us. The War Chief seemed frozen in shock.
The Doctor pressed a button on his sonic screwdriver and the energy field was lowered. Before the War Chief could attempt an escape the Doctor used what the Master recognized as Venusian Karate to knock their fellow Timelord down. The Master, Brigadier, and Doctor all moved forward and none too gently subdued the War Chief. The Brigadier pointed his gun at the War Chief's head.
"I'm relatively sure that Timelords aren't immune to a bullet in the head." The War Chief quit struggling.
"It's too late, soon the meteorites will hit. I've directed their path straight at this planet."
"How long do we have?" asked the Doctor. When the War Chief didn't answer the Master twisted the Timelord's arm painfully behind his back. The War Chief let out a cry of pain.
"You always did have a low pain threshold." said the Master.
"Fine! Fine! You have 12 minutes."
"Well, we can take him now." said the War Lord leader as the two guards grabbed the War Chief. One of them used the but of his gun to knock out the War Chief. The leader of the group spoke into a small communication device and the War Lords and their prisoner faded away.
"Talk about beam me up Scotty," said Ms Grant in surprise.
"That's all well and good but what about that meteorite strike?" the Brigadier said urgently.
"If we boost the energy field using the combined power of the War Lord's TARDIS it could extend the energy filed across the planet long enough to deflect the meteorites. What do you think?" asked the Doctor. The Master tilted his head.
"It could work," he conceded. He always had surpassed the Doctor in engineering. However, he was more concerned about Beatrice. "Although the power boost would drain the TARDIS of all it's energy."
"I found her!" came Ms Grant's voice. She had apparently entered the War Chief's TARDIS. The Master quickly heading inside. The sight that met his eyes somewhat shocked him. Beatrice sat limply in a chair. She didn't seem conscious of what was going on around her. The Master moved towards her.
"What's wrong with her?" asked Ms Grant.
"It's as the War Chief said. Her mind has been severely damaged." answered the Master.
The Doctor entered carrying several cables.
"Could I have your assistance with these?" he asked shooting a worried look at Beatrice.
"Certainly," said the Master, moving to help him. They attached the cables to the consul of the War Chief's TARDIS and the other ends to each of the energy field disks.
"Four minutes left." called the Brigadier.
"We'll have to operate it remotely," the Master said, part of his mind still on Beatrice.
"Good thing we have the sonic, although I fear the power surge may burn that out as well." said the Doctor.
"Time to get out of here," said the Sargent coming back in."
"Indeed," agreed to the Master. He moved over and gently picked up Beatrice, bridal style. Beatrice was surprisingly light. She was also, still unresponsive. They hurried to the Doctor's TARDIS. Once everyone was inside the Doctor stood in the doorway.
"One minute left," he said before pressing a button on the sonic screwdriver. Energy seemed to pulse out from the War Chief's TARDIS. The sonic screwdriver sparked and seemed to burn out.
"Let's hope this energy shield of yours works," said the Brigadier as the Doctor set the coordinates for UNIT and dematerialized.
"I hope so too." the Doctor replied.
Author's Note: I know this might have been slightly anticlimactic but I was couldn't really figure out how else to defeat the War Chief. I hope this was at least slightly suspenseful. The War Lords are the property of BBC. Please like and comment. I love your feedback and would like to know what you think of the story so far. Thanks for reading!
