The hour has come.
Zero Hour.
Cybermen and UNIT fighting side by side against the encroaching Daleks around the world, chaos in the streets, smoke rises above crumbling buildings.
Shelters in places for anyone caught in the crossfire, aliens and humans coming together, a kinship, some threw their hats into the ring, as they cried this was their home and they won't let Daleks destroy it.
Where Cybermen and UNIT can't readily patrol, people worked together destroying Daleks with various traps, various ploys.
Those unable to take part, worked defending the unarmed citizens, huddled in basements, anywhere hidden from the Daleks.
Even with their backs pushed towards the wall, everyone did their part fighting back against the terrors as they flooded the streets.
Around the clock updates have begun ringing out on mobiles, but when the services became interrupted by the fighting, radios were used in their stead, military using any tactics sending coordinates that Daleks couldn't intercept, as the war raged on.
The current count of Daleks destroyed is already breaking the thousands, but there's still plenty roaming the streets throughout the world, and the Cybermen and UNIT took casualties in the hundreds, many more as the day loomed.
Standing before them in the ruins of the downtown library, broken glass strewn in the ruble, the smoke from the outside pilfering through the broken windows, a look in his face, his mannerism changed from bubbly uncle to dead serious general that he once was many centuries ago, Hamon prepared to lead the charge as the silence loomed over the battlefield.
"Men, our greatest challenge has yet to come," Hamon gave his speech to the men waiting by their respected TARDIS, their eyes fixated on him. "This will echo throughout the universes until the end of time. I cannot guarantee we'll survive, but even in our deaths, our efforts will be sung for generations."
Holding his hands together in military fashion, Hamon went on to tell the men what they're facing, what the Master's capable of doing, what they can expect the moment they embarked on their possibly last adventure.
Seeing the determined looks on their faces, Hamon uttered an old war chant passed down to all who served the Gallifrian army.
"Pugnator sum temporis, usque in diem moriar. Ego sum parvulus temporis et, quando morior, revertar ad principium temporis," Hamon says with conviction as the men listened to him.
Once he finished, he looked between them, asking if they've gotten their affairs in order, they all answered with a resounding 'yes.'
Slowly nodding, he began giving orders, once he finished, he told them, "Brave the darkness to find the light, Lords of Time, Time Lords."
He denoted them all as Time Lords.
The Council can argue their heads off as much as they wanted, but Hamon didn't care, everyone who becomes the Doctor, earned the right to be called Time Lords.
While it didn't give them any privileges on Gallifrey, it remains a symbolism that lost translation over the years.
Many didn't know it, as it's far older than them.
Anyone willing to go forth the efforts for their people earned it, such as the first king of Gallifrey, who earned his title by standing against his enemies in what would've been a futile war.
Even in death, they'll be called Time Lords, their heroics will be sung for generations, their memories living on.
As he gestures, Hamon watched the men depart into their respected TARDIS, following Theodore through the doorway into his TARDIS.
The door silently closes on its own.
Standing by the console, Lila waited as Theodore and Hamon walked silently towards the console.
Looking up at the monitors, Theodore frowns as they're showing coordinates of the Master's whereabouts, he's hiding in a dead zone parallel to their universe.
A perfect hiding spot, a dead zone.
Chaotic, unbridled, it could easily kill anyone or anything that accidentally stumbled into it by mistake.
Daleks and Cybermen wouldn't even attempt coming through a dead zone, because of its unpredictable nature that risked killing them.
It's a perfect place for the madman, nobody would risk their lives coming through the dead zone to try and find him.
"What about collapses?" Lila turned her head towards Hamon, asking about the dead zone collapsing on them during their fight.
Looking up at the coordinates and the text scrawl, Hamon tells her that the Master's the reason the dead zone hadn't collapsed, yet.
Without his intervention, the dead zone would've collapsed a while ago, disappeared into the void, the energy dissipating.
"And, are we at risk of it… expelling out?" Lila gestured as she voiced her concerns while Theodore took helm of the console.
Shaking his head, Hamon explains to Lila that the Master couldn't if he tried, there's things that even he couldn't do, and this's one of them.
No doubt, he's using his machine to generate enough energy to keep the dead zone from collapsing, feeding it.
Once they finish what Medikus started, should they survive, it's a race against time fleeing the dead zone.
The monitors above the console switched to video footages of the others at their respected console, Theodore asking if their respected TARDIS has the coordinates, when everyone responded, he nods.
His large hand around the lever, Theodore exhales sharply, his two hearts pounding, as he counted down with the others.
The moment he got to one, everyone pulled on their respected levers.
Air chilling around them, a cold shot of cold air blasted past them, the TARDIS came alive, as it brought them to a stronghold deep within the dead zone.
Thunder, loud enough, that it penetrated the TARDIS echoed as the storms raged in the dead zone, energy levels spiking on the monitors.
Hugging her tightly, Theodore reminded her of her instructions.
The moment the time came, Lila and the other companions pull on a specific lever, showing it to her.
If he, Hamon, or both don't survive, the TARDIS's to take her to Hammond, right away after the conclusion of her part.
Squeezing him hard, Lila reminded him in a terse tone, "Kick his ass. Get back here. In that order."
Stealing kisses from her, Theodore cooed in her ear, before releasing his grip from her, heading towards the door with Hamon waiting for him.
Pulling on his long coat, Theodore exhaled sharply as he briefly closed his eyes, when he opened, he radiated determination.
Stepping out with Hamon, Theodore sees the others waiting for them in what appeared to be the inside of a castle.
"Where are we?" David asks them, coming towards them, his chocolate eyes surveying their new surroundings.
Looking around with his caramel eyes, Pete gave his thoughts, "Looks like a castle from hell!"
His dark green eyes moving around, William sees the castle draped with various items, walls filled with different weapons, draped with flags, other things, musing, "A hoarder from hell!"
Tilting his head, Theodore wondered, "How's this possible?"
It's evident they're not inside the Master's machine, don't even know where it is in this castle, as he walked around with the men near him.
"When your father went after him, he hid in a world, nothing but a field of wheat, and the ocean spanning miles, and the only building's a castle on top of a hill. After he killed him, it all collapsed. I believe he reconstructed it, without the veneer," Hamon gave his explanation as the men carefully walked through the castle, their footsteps echoing.
Seeing the unusual trinkets, David asks Hamon the fascination for them, and Hamon's answer didn't ease his fears.
When the Master kills someone, he steals something from them, a trophy, like a serial killer.
Uneasy, Pete looks towards Hamon as he summarized, "All of them?"
Slowly nodding, Hamon tells him, "The ones he likes the most, he keeps on his person."
Sharply, William looks towards him, asking him, "Like my mum's ring?"
Nodding, Hamon says it's as that.
If William's mother was a victim that the Master liked, then yes, he would wear her wedding ring.
Seeing the trophies around them, there's few worthy in the Master's eyes he'd keep on his person.
"Well, where do we start?" David uneasily looked at the men.