The doors burst open in the dimly lit room as the Corsair walked with purpose to stand before the stone desk of the Lord president. Rasalon the defender stood to his feet, calmly moving his hands in a fold behind his back.
"What is the meaning of this?" the Corsair began, slamming her first in the table. "My crew is gone. They left without a word. It didn't take long to know they weren't coming back, or to find out their last communications were on your private bandwidth."
"You are assuming my personal guilt?" Rasalon queried. "I am the figurehead of the people, and have done nothing without their approval."
"I care nothing for your politics Rasalon, but I do care for my rights as captain of my TARDIS. How DARE you command my crew. You will tell me where you've sent them NOW!"
The Lord President smiled.
"Yes, I will tell you. and I will give you the means to follow them. And follow them you will. Really, you are so thick. Perhaps the most stupid of all Time Lords. All of this is playing into my hands, and for all your yelling and accusations you are incapable of escaping my predictions. This is why the council continuously agrees with my plans."
The Corsair felt her blood boil. Rasalon waved his hands over a console on his desk, causing a hologram to appear. The Corsair quickly memorised the time-space coordinates before the light dimmed again. He had given her something, whether it was accurate was another matter. He had already stolen her command anyway! The fact that Rasalon would so openly break such an ancient law proves the he is beyond reason. And in her opinion the council might be worse if not for the fact that most of them were likely lackeys of the man already.
Corsair glared at him lowley.
"How can you call me stupid, or imply that my rage is unjust, when it's you that have broken the law?"
The Lord president sighed, seemingly exasperated with the conversation. "The law was created to serve the people, and the council have concerred that the law must be adjusted in this instance to meet the needs of the time." he lifted his hands almost in a shrug. "After all, if the people cannot be free, and remain trapped in this place forever, we shall surely all die. Then what use will the law be? I am certain that in time we will reinstate all that we used to be."
"In time!" the Corsair scoffed. "Our traditions stood for many billions of years before you came and only you have degraded them to this extent. Living creatures can be found in every corner of the universe. There is little in our blood that is different from others. But the way of the Time Lords can't be found anywhere. Not even here."
The Lord president pursed his lips, and looked ready to speak when the Corsair interrupted. She was sick of hearing him speak. She waved him off.
"How can I trust that my crew will be there when I go to the coordinates you gave me?"
Looking perturbed, Rasalon took a small storage black cube out of his desk and placed it on the table. "This has a recording of the conversation I had with your second in command. It also contains video evidence."
Corsair picked up the cube and frowned slightly, placing it in her pocket. Why would her 2IC agree to this? It was uncanny. 'When I see him again he has some explaining to do.' she thought as she turned to the door.
"You're leaving?" said Rasalon, seeming humoured, and a little relieved.
"Yes," Corsair threw over her shoulder. "deliver my new TARDIS to my address within two days. I'm sure you'll know where that is."
Rasalon chuckled lightly. Resisting the urge to slam the door shut, the Corsair lightly closed the door, hatred seething in her heart as the two doors lightly brushed each other. Easy does it. Her footsteps echoed as she passed Victor and the guards without a glance.