CHAPTER FOURTEEN - ENCAPSULATION
The Master raised his arms aloft as he stood gloating in front of his arch-enemy's incarnations.
"I have beaten you Doctor!" he screamed to the crimson heavens. "After all these generations, I have finally gotten what I have sought after. I have destroyed you, and I have re-gained all of my regenerations!"
Streaks of mental energy streaked across the endless sky which boomed like lightning all around the Master.
A stray ribbon of energy erupted from the planet surface and soared towards the TARDIS which was still positioned in it's orbit, where is was surrounded and encompassed.
Throughout all this, the eighth Doctor was completely unaware of what was happening and so didn't know anything of what was to be his demise .. his erasure of the continuum.
"It is complete!" the Master roared triumphantly.
He looked around the Determinant, at the place that he'd created, and only now for the first time, he noticed the smell. For lack of a better description, the smell, was that of his nemesis -- the Doctor. Through capturing the Doctor he had turned the Determinant into the Time Lords' eternal prison cell and he wanted nothing more now than to bury that reality in the deepest recesses of his mind so he could bend the universe to his will without interruption.
"Now, Siralos, before I depart to regenerations new. There is but one more task that I command you to do ..."
The Master raised his arms aloft as he stood gloating in front of his arch-enemy's incarnations.
"I have beaten you Doctor!" he screamed to the crimson heavens. "After all these generations, I have finally gotten what I have sought after. I have destroyed you, and I have re-gained all of my regenerations!"
Streaks of mental energy streaked across the endless sky which boomed like lightning all around the Master.
A stray ribbon of energy erupted from the planet surface and soared towards the TARDIS which was still positioned in it's orbit, where is was surrounded and encompassed.
Throughout all this, the eighth Doctor was completely unaware of what was happening and so didn't know anything of what was to be his demise .. his erasure of the continuum.
"It is complete!" the Master roared triumphantly.
He looked around the Determinant, at the place that he'd created, and only now for the first time, he noticed the smell. For lack of a better description, the smell, was that of his nemesis -- the Doctor. Through capturing the Doctor he had turned the Determinant into the Time Lords' eternal prison cell and he wanted nothing more now than to bury that reality in the deepest recesses of his mind so he could bend the universe to his will without interruption.
"Now, Siralos, before I depart to regenerations new. There is but one more task that I command you to do ..."
