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Violent pain still consumed The Master's damaged body from the deathly explosion he had caused to the now destroyed ex- Evearchion home world and incomplete new Dalek civilisation. There was hardly an inch of his skin that wasn't coloured deep purple with welts and bruising or blackened burned flesh. The Master felt no doubt that he also had fractured bones. Grin and bear it, was his strategy for now. He would heal soon enough, as long as he didn't cause himself any further damage.

Shadowed by several Daleks, the Time Lord was made to build his captors a ship. Oh how he wanted to track down the Doctor. Complying with the Daleks was as of yet, the only way that this was going to happen at all. Adamant, that he would at some stage escape their clutches and be reunited with The Doctor, he worked hard, figuring a plan would come to him at some point or another. Yet, all that The Master could manage was a stagger, as he travelled amongst the debris, looking for any salvageable parts for the new vessel. Every time The Master stopped to catch his breath he was punished harshly with a sharp volt of electricity from a Dalek gun. It wasn't enough to do too much physical harm, but that didn't stop it from being any less painful and it only slowed down his healing process. The Master's initial reaction was a deep hiss and hard grimace, but as the Daleks continued this brutality, he merely took it all in his stride. In fact, he took it laughing, which only confused his metal torturers, angering them further.

The supreme race was how the Daleks perceived themselves. Geniuses, stripped of all other emotion, left with only hate and the desire to kill and destroy anything non-Dalek in its way. They were practically unstoppable. This did not stop them from noticing how valuable the Time Lords could be with their technology. After all, Dalek and Time Lord Rivalry had gone back for so long for this very reason. The power to conquer not only all of space, but all of time, was the one thing the Daleks felt they needed to rise to true domination. By using The Master's incredible mind, they could manipulate and torture their way until they have themselves a ship constructed out of what many would have considered blatant scrap.
There was however, already Dalek drones welding pieces of metal together and soldering wires, preparing a special chamber, in which to hold their prisoner when they were not using him. The Dalek scientists were contributing their own elements to this chamber, in order to make it be able to contain such a powerful Time Lord and keep him subdued, but still useful for Dalek purpose.

It was a long and tedious process, especially due to the lack of tools at The Master's disposal. Eventually though, the Daleks had their transport, fully equipped with weapons powerful enough to take down The Doctor. The Master had even worked out a way to fuel it. This was by using the leftover energy from the Evearchion corpses and feeding it into the temporal engines. It was definitely not the largest of vehicles, but they didn't have to get far. The Dalek strategists had been arranging everything, as The Master worked. As soon as they commandeered the nearest inhabited planet they would make their ship all the more bigger and better, using that planet's technology. In a star-ship powered by engines burning up the energy of murdered souls, they would come back for the rest of the Daleks, before destroying every other life form from here to Earth, growing in power as they reach their target.

Shoved and restrained into a cell, especially designed for such a Time Lord, was The Master. Overpowered, all he could do in his defence was shout profanities from every language he knew and of course laugh, oh how he laughed. When the Daleks grew tired of this poor contingency, they operated the cell so an injection was administered, putting The Master into a state, of what appeared as unconsciousness, but in reality, put all of The Master's pain receptors to the highest possible capacity. Every ounce of The Master's energy should have been screaming, except he didn't even twitch.

All The Master knew was pain, until he was brought round again to voices that if possible, only made him feel worse.
"Destination observed. We have reached planet Earth."
Of course The Master had already worked this out. Deep in the back of his mind was a sort of itch, a familiar itch. This itch reminded him of home. Yes, he knew Gallifrey was gone. He had been disheartened to this fact for such a long time though. This itch told him something else though. He could feel The Doctor through this telepathic wavelength as if he was a part of Gallifrey itself. He felt a pull, similar to homesickness, except a thousand times stronger. He knew exactly where to go.
"The Master will lead us to The Doctor."
The Master grinned, but did not give an answer. This action was reprimanded by another vault of electricity.
"The Master will obey."
A chuckle then escaped from The Master's mouth, along with slowly drawn-out words,
"Of course, my Masters."

Closing his eyes again, The Master focussed intensely, dropping his head a little. His muscles seemed to ripple then relax, except for around his brow and temples which were clearly working hard. Zooming in on that small telepathic connection, he would track down the being known back on Skaro as 'The Oncoming Storm'.