As the TARDIS materialised, the Mistress felt a jolt of excitement rush through her, as a smile crept onto her face. She wasn't one to normally get excited at the mere landing of of a TARDIS. But today she hadn't landed just anywhere. No, she'd arrived on Earth. Otherwise known as Sol Three. A level five planet with a native species that the Mistress had encountered before.
It was a rather common strand of evolution – the human appearance – as demonstrated by her own similar form. With her cloudy blue eyes, exotic looking olive oil skin and long thick hair, the Mistress could easily pass for human and half a dozen other identical species throughout the universe.
Normally when encountering a planet such as Earth, the Mistress would either seize control, or burn down. Both very pleasing and fulfilling goals, and sometimes she had difficulty deciding which was her favourite of the two. Today though, she was going to destroy the Earth. She'd arrived with that very thought in mind. Reciprocated by her lover, the Master.
The Master and the Mistress had been childhood friends back on their home planet of Gallifrey. They'd grown up together and had been very close, even back then. A relationship blossoming as they aged. Sure there was the odd disagreement, fight, regeneration, but they always found their way back to one another. They were magnetic like that, and when they connected, their fiery love was unstoppable. All either wanted was to rule and destroy, a perfect match.
However, back on Gallifrey, long ago, there had been a third friend, to both the Master and the Mistress. His name, was the Doctor. And while as children they'd been good friends, they'd since drifted apart. The Master and the Mistress abandoning morals and rules in favour of their own dreams and ambitions. While the Doctor just abandoned their societies rules, and clung to his own morals – helping out wherever he could around the universe. It made the Master and Mistress sad at times, to think of such wasted potential. The Doctor was one of the few Time Lords who understood them, and they he.
A lass, he chose his path, and they took theirs, and as time had passed it became clear they'd chosen right. Because in the end, the Doctor was captured by the Time Lords and put on trail for becoming a renegade just as the Master and Mistress had. They'd only found that out recently.
Like the Doctor, the Time Lords were eager to capture both the Master and Mistress. So that they might punish them for all their crimes across time and space. They'd come close a few times, the Mistress had to admit, but they always escaped. Only the most recent time they'd been caught, they'd heard a rumour about the Doctor. That after his trail, his punishment had been exile, to the very planet the Mistress had arrived on. It wasn't a coincidence.
Ever since their sides were chosen, the Master and Mistress had always gotten a kick out of making life difficult for the Doctor. So after finding out about his exile, they'd thought why not make it worse for him? So they formed a plan and set course for Earth, with the sole goal of destroying it – just as they had so many other worlds.
And now, they had arrived.
"An excellent landing, my dear," complimented the Master from the other side of the six panelled console that stood between him and the Mistress. The console was located in the centre of a white circular room, with no windows or doors, and an indented pattern of circles that covered the walls. This was the Master's TARDIS control room.
"Why thank you, Master," replied the Mistress with an acknowledging smile.
After then flicking a few switches on his side, the Master said, "I think I'll go outside and survey our environment."
"You can do that from in here," pointed out the Mistress with a critical look. Eyeing the Master as he activated the door controls, and part of the wall behind him opened up.
"Oh, my dear, Mistress, you know how I like to greet my subjects in person. Before I destroy them that is," said the Master in his husky voice as he backed away from the console. A nasty and attractive grin beneath his goatee. He then stepped out of the ship, and the wall closed over behind him.
The Mistress smiled to herself, before looking down at the console. She had already begun working on their plan to destroy the Earth. Firstly, they had to find a Nestene energy unit, left over from the Nestene's previous attempt to takeover the Earth. It had been thwarted by the Doctor, but this time the humans wouldn't be the only ones with a Time Lord on their side.
Within a few seconds the Mistress had completed her tasked and located the Nestene energy unit. Being held in the nearby city of London, in a building the TARDIS databank had labeled as, 'the National Space Museum.' The Mistress knew how primitive the human race was on this planet, so her hopes weren't all that high for what their Space Museum might hold. Nothing they had would hold a candle to the TARDIS after all.
With all the information they'd need for now, the Mistress stepped around the console to activated the door controls just as the Master had. The same part of the wall opened up, and the Mistress stepped out, finding a drop awaiting her outside.
Stood at the edge of the entrance to the Master's ship, the Mistress peered out to see what his TARDIS had become. This time it had transformed into a horsebox, having landed in what the Mistress recognised as a circus, located in the middle of a field. She also quickly spotted the Master nearby, talking with what she also recognised to be, one of his hypnotised servants. The first on this world.
Clearing her throat, the Mistress made her presence known, before then gesturing to the sizeable drop before her when the Master and his new servant looked over. "A little help?" she asked in a demanding tone.
The Master smirked. "Of course, my dear," complied the Master, before snapping his fingers at the scrappy large man in the grey suit. "Assist your Mistress down at once" he ordered, and without objection the man obeyed. Making his way over to the horsebox door and holding out his hand for the Mistress to take. She took it with a smile before climbing down from the TARDIS's entrance and stepping onto the muddy ground beneath.
Instantly feeling the splash of mud against her skin, the Mistress then looked down and growled annoyingly at her already dirty feet. This was not how she wanted start things of.
Sensing her displeasure however, the Master quickly stepped over and lifted her head by putting his gloved finger beneath her chin. "Its just a little mud," he said soothingly, but it did little to calm the anger boiling inside of the Mistress.
"Just a little mud?" declared the Mistress angrily, and the Master knew he'd made a mistake. "If you think I'm going anywhere in ruined shoes and dirty feet, you are most certainly mistaken," snapped the Mistress, before looking down at her feet once more and sighing sadly.
"I apologise, my dear, I should have told you to wait inside. Besides, there's no need for you to come along on this menial job. I and Mr. Russel can handle it," he assured her with a solemn look, feeling genuine remorse for having displeased her. "You just go back inside and get your feet cleaned. Then when I return we shall depart of the radio telescope together. Is that acceptable?"
The Mistress considered this for a moment. "Very well," she conceded with a sigh.
"Thank you, Mistress. Now, where will I find the Nestene energy unit?" the Master inquired, back to business.
"It's at the National Space Museum. I'm sure Mr. Russel can show you there," Mistress said, looking to the hypnotised man who began to nod.
"Yes, Mistress. I will take the Master to the National Space Museum," announced the entranced Mr. Russel as she stared blankly at his two new masters.
"My goodness, he's a very susceptible one," said the Mistress delightfully, as she reached over to stroke Mr. Russel's hat, as if he were her new pet.
"I thought you'd like him," said the Master cooly, grinning proudly to himself.
"Love it," corrected the Mistress, now scratching Mr. Russel's chin. She then turned her attention to the Master, leaning over and kissing him goodbye. "Don't take too long," she warned, turning back to enter the TARDIS.
Knowing what to do, Mr. Russel held out his hand, helping the Mistress up into the TARDIS, where she waved goodbye to the Master before closing the door. An hour later, and her feet were back up to their perfect and clean standard. Her toenails repainted and having donned another pristine pair of dark high heeled sandals. The Master had also returned with the Nestene energy unit, but only found a note saying the Mistress had gone on ahead to the radio telescope.
He chuckled to himself as he read her note. Knowing that she was just the tinniest bit sour over not joining him in taking the energy unit. But his Mistress always got her own back, and knowing her, this was only the first half of her revenge. The second part would come later, when they were alone.