After weeks of deliberation, the plan that have been on the minds of everyone concluded.
One that didn't come easily.
Every Doctor corresponded with each other, coming together as one to stop the most dangerous being in the known world, dropping everything they had to come and work together.
Unfortunately, there were sparse Doctors than Hamon hoped, roughly eight, but all willing to give it their all, but he feared it wouldn't be enough for someone like the Master.
It didn't get any better, as Torchwood became alarmed at several Daleks cropping up, seemingly out of nowhere, almost daily, that Ianto had to keep boots at known hotspots.
UNIT and Torchwood worked overtime trying to handle them all, but it's becoming dangerously impossible preventing Daleks from having run-ins with innocent people.
They feared that inevitably they won't be able to stop them all, that it's becoming dangerous by the day.
Worse's the report that Daleks aren't affected the artificial ticking noise that once frightened them to their very chassis.
One even mocked the Torchwood agents trying to use the sound against it, right before they managed to destroy it.
Hamon deduced quickly it's the Master's work, why exactly he's doing it, he didn't know for sure, but it's evident the Master's working with the Daleks.
An insane thought, a Time Lord working with a sworn enemy of his people, but this was the Master, and he only served himself that it's only consequential if he worked with the species that almost annihilated his.
By Al's calculations, by the end of the week, they're looking at hundreds if not more Daleks appearing somewhere in the world, and it isn't stopping any time soon.
He didn't think himself and his counterparts were capable, much less able to stop the rapid tears formulated by a mix of the Daleks and the Master.
Sheepishly, he concluded the only way to stop more Daleks, to stop the Master.
The situation becoming grim, Hamon took upon himself to do the unthinkable, insane really, he called upon the Cybermen to aid them!
Yes!
Cybermen!
Second nemesis to the Doctor's title!
He reasoned that they were willing to help Medikus once, they'll want to help again, because if there's no one around to stop the Master, he won't be satisfied with just destroying Earth.
Growing peckish for something else to destroy and what else's there to destroy than the Cybermen that stole from him?
It didn't take long for one Cyberman Prime to take notice of the dire threats of the Doctor becoming annihilated by the Daleks and the Master, that they'll be targeted soon after, and there's work bringing it and enough Cybermen to counter the Daleks to Earth in conjunction with Torchwood and other powers working with them.
The threat apparent, there wasn't concern about double-crossing from the Cybermen and the humans were reigned in should they show interest in the technology used by the Cybermen.
"In all my years, I never thought it would come to this!" Al winced as he commented the whole thing, watching the correspondents on his scanners, the Cybermen, Torchwood, UNIT, working together.
Together!
If only Medi were here to see this with his big blue eyes of his!
Elsewhere, the alien residents on Earth are moving to help ward off the encroaching Daleks, influenced by Medi, they're working with their local governments while humans, for the first time since the history of the world, are made aware of their existence, now stand together as brothers and sisters in arms.
Dom's working with some of the aliens in his corner to get a drop on any Dalek that appears while Shale's coordinating efforts to bring people to safety.
The Samito are using their sense of smells to deduce when Daleks appear, destroying them effortlessly with their sharp teeth.
A frown on his face as he sees the chaos on the television screen in the Smith home, Hamon affirmed his fears, the Master chose Earth as his battleground, that the silence loomed, and he wondered if their efforts were enough.
"After Medi stole me, always, he wondered if he was doing enough," Al appeared beside him, a look on his face as he smoked his cigarette, twelve at the same time in his fingers, the stress of the situation getting to him, "and I'll never forget when I told him, 'kid, sometimes it won't be enough, but it's enough no one can tell you otherwise' and the look on his face. The determination. He never gave up, even if he was bloody in the face!"
Hearing his late nephew refused to give up despite the hardships of traveling different worlds, put a smile on the old Time Lord's face, as he thanked the Al for the motivation speech, before a frown swiftly took his place.
"I need a favour from you, also," he looked at the AI as he puffed his twelve cigarettes.
Nodding, Al says that while they had their arguments in the past, he was willing to bury the lead for the sake of putting a fork in the Master.
Maybe a knife, too, but hey the AI's willing to compromise!
Looking him dead in the eye, Hamon told him, he needed a specific part from the TARDIS for his plan to work, and it was the specific part that gave the TARDIS the energetic AI that everyone knew and loved.
Effectively, by removing this part, it meant that while the TARDIS still functioned like normal and gave read-outs on the monitors above the console, it won't be able to function like it is, now.
Al would no longer exist.
No AI of any specifications will formulate.
It's effectively mute.
Though it won't explicitly speak, there will be noticeable changes.
Changes that will ripple through time and space.
"Wha-why?" Al gawked as he wanted to know why Hamon wanted that part for his plan and Hamon told him.
There's a specific flaw inside the part, one that helped the Council decide against the machines.
Overclocked, it'll explode, with careful processing, it's a timed bomb waiting to go off at an exact time.
Hamon wanted it to ensure the Master couldn't escape from them, as when it explodes, it'll have a ripple effect felt throughout the whole area, that'll impede his ability of opening tears or rifts.
And.
It'll keep his mind in place, in limbo.
Temporary, of course, but it'll be enough for the next portions of the plan to unfold.
"How do you know the putz didn't plan ahead for that?" Al questioned Hamon, his eyes widened as he pointed out that the Master didn't escape death once just to die, again, only for Hamon to bluntly tell him that he knows the Master.
Even if he thinks himself as an educated man, the Master's capable of flaws, still.
Seeing conviction in his eyes, Al shirked in his spot as he lowered his hand filled with cigarettes while contemplating his plan.
There's shock when he realized what Hamon had planned and he confirmed this with a nod.
"I admit, I am not the uncle he thought I was, in my hearts, I am always a general," Hamon admitted his faults with Al, as he held his hands over his cream sweater in military fashion, "and though he resents me, now, I hope he sees what I was trying to do."
While he lied to his nephew for so long, he hoped when everything's said and done, Theodore will come to forgive him for his lies, but he hadn't a choice.
By melding with Lila, Theodore bought them time, time that Hamon needed to know what state the Master's in, compared to when he kidnapped Sarah, as she hadn't melded with Medikus, yet.
The Master's cocky, now, compared to his demure nature, then.
Good.
When the Master's cocky, complacency follows, winning all the battles, but never learning except what's deemed needed by him.
Even if he thinks he can outwit them, he's bound to his nature, he'll make mistakes, and those mistakes will cost him.
Seeing how this part meant to the TARDIS, Hamon put aside his general tendency to give Al the time he needed to say his goodbye to his love, Bumble, allow them one last night together.
He'll retrieve the part tomorrow.
"T-thank you, general!" Al thanked Hamon for the gracious offer, but the old Time Lord warned him that it's for practical reasons.
Al didn't care, he promised he'll have the part ready in the morning, but before he left, Hamon had him tell the others to say their goodbyes, they have much to do, and the AI agreed before disappearing from the Smith home.
Staring at the screen, seeing the news coverage of the Daleks being found, UNIT and Torchwood unable to hide them for long, as they increasingly grew in numbers, Hamon briefly closed his eyes, sharply exhaling.
There's movement behind him, he didn't stir, until a presence beside him, when he turned his head, there he was, the abomination of a man.
This time, he didn't speak in broken English, in the old tongue, as he learnt during his time on Gallifrey.
"Is it done?" Hamon asks him.
A stiff nod as the man says, "Yes. Quite the effort you've put in, Hammonix."
Referring to everything Hamon did to ensure the plan went accordingly.
"Do you know where he is?" Hamon asks the man if he knew where the Master's hiding.
Another stiff nod, as the man informed Hamon that he always knows where the Master is, always, despite his best efforts hiding.
Being his creation and all that.
"Is he guarded?" Hamon inquired if the man knew the Master's guarded, always, which the man then informed him that he knows the Master wasn't.
It sounded suspicious, but the man insisted that the Master regarded himself as untouchable, that he didn't need guards, that it's beneath him.
However.
His telepathic mind's all he has as a weapon, but there's a chance he has another, if it didn't work, from his old life, the life he escaped from.
"What do you get out of this?" Hamon questioned the man's reasons for helping him this far, to do everything to stop the Master, and the man bluntly gave his answer.
Watching the screen with Hamon, his illuminated blue eyes glistening, the man says, "I want him to see his failures… what he tried so hard to bury… so hard to kill them."
He then tells Hamon, "When you see him… I want you to tell him… my name."
The most powerful thing on Gallifrey that can be taken away without hesitation should the crime be devastating enough, a name, rarely given back, rarely anyone give themselves a name on Gallifrey.
"Straxus al Alhazared," he said with a rare grin, pointedly wanting the Master to know his creation had given itself a name, more a name which he called him his "father."
An insult for the Master, to show how he's fallen, how he failed.
Slowly nodding, Hamon agreed to his request, but the man cautioned him not to say it until that point, there's unimaginative consequences should Hamon or anyone say his name too soon.
"Fine. Anything else?" Hamon asks him.
Tilting his head as he watched the chaos, the man goes, "Prepare for unforeseen consequences."
THE END