Merlin and the Doctor were both out of sight, taking shelter in the large red curtains behind the throne. Once the other Arthur entered and saw his double alone, he straightened, as if gathering new confidence. "Who are you?" he demanded haughtily.

The other prince stood, staring regally at the impostor. "I am Arthur, Prince of Camelot."
The false prince sneered. "I killed Arthur with my own hands. What sort of sorcery is this?"
"Doctor?" Merlin whispered anxiously, "What do we do?"

"Merlin?"
"Yes?"
"Can you lock the door by chance?"
The boy smirked before he started muttering. The door slammed shut, making both the princes jump. When the fake turned to it, he jiggled the handle, near growling when he couldn't open it. "Damn it!" he cursed.

Arthur lifted his head high when his clone turned to him. "What did you need with my body?"
"Answer my question first. How are you alive?"
"I'm not the Arthur you murdered."
There was a short pause, the second Arthur frowning before suddenly lighting up with a smile, "So then, are you a Flinx too?"
Merlin turned to the doctor, whispering, "A what?"
The Doctor looked horrified. "Flinx..."
Arthur was hesitant to reply, "And if I am?"
The Flinx was still smiling. He slapped a hand to Arthur's upper arm, "Then we should be sticking together on this. What did the master send you for?" then his smile faded. He looked terrified, "He isn't replacing me is he?"
Arthur took pity on the monster for a moment, shaking his head, "N-no..."
Relief, "Then why are you on Earth? and in the prince's body. It's dangerous."
Arthur blinked. He hadn't thought where to go with the conversation. "Well, you see..."

The Doctor stepped out from the curtain, his tone commanding as he spoke, "He's here on MY orders."
The Flinx stepped back, "Who are you?"
Merlin, being told to stay behind in the curtain, listened silently. He didn't know what to do. He was always the one to save Arthur... and he'd never had to deal with this kind of thing. It was a new sort of magic entirely. It confused him, and that scared him.

The Doctor pointed at himself. "You don't know who I~ am?" he demanded, outraged. "I am Shix Halberd the Third, High Commander of the Fifth Regiment."
The other Arthur's eyes bulged. Immediately, his hand came up and he saluted the Doctor. "M-my apologies, sir!"
The Doctor turned, pleased with himself, and aimed his smile in Merlin's direction. The wizard was confused, but he figured that the madman was posing as a...as a Flinx, or whatever they were. In all of his research, Merlin had never come across that name.
The Doctor sat in the throne as if he were king, legs elegantly crossed, hands gripping the arms. Arthur stood to the side, frowning a little at the trespass.

The faux Arthur looked eager to run. Who was the Doctor impersonating? "There's no way to escape. The doors have been locked." the Doctor's voice was dark and cold, making both the prince and Warlock hold back shivers, "Now," the Doctor continued, looking bored. He lifted a hand to examine his nails. "What I want to know is what you and your master are doing in my territory."
The alien flinched and paled. "Y-your territory? I-I wasn't aware that it was-"
"Your master did," he replied dangerously, "and I take challenges to my power very seriously. Who. Is. Your. Master?"

The Flinx hesitated, "S-sir..."
"Who is your master?"
Arthur glared at his clone, he himself, just as confused.

"My master wished to remain anonymous... but I'm sure if you just contacted him he'd-"
"Enough about him." The doctor interrupted, standing suddenly. He took a few steps toward the Flinx, who had started to cower, "I want to know what you're doing in my territory solider."
The fake prince bowed his head, "Sir, I've been sent on a mission to exterminate the young warlock. In hopes to impact the future to the advantage of the Flinx empire." he lifted his head, seemingly proud.
Arthur bit back his growl. This... thing, was proud that he'd been sent to kill Merlin?

The Doctor raised a questioning eyebrow, "How so?"
The Flinx frowned, sending concerned looks their way, "I'd assume you'd know sir..."
"Did I stutter soldier?" The doctor scowled. "I'm aware they impact the human's future immensely, but how does killing them create an advantage?"
With choppy speech, he continued, "Well, he and the king start the evolution of homosexuals on earth..."
"We're aware." Arthur interjected, trying to have some strong base point in the conversation.
A nervous gulp, "Well, eliminating them would ensure that the practice never becomes accepted. Our statistics prove, that less then 40% of suicides on earth revolve around homosexuals. If it's never accepted, that rate expands to over 90% also adding on to youth suicides and dramatic family groups. With more suicides climbing over the years, less families will be born and-"
"And the human race extinguishes itself."
"Our studies conclude that by the year 3000 Earth will have an overall population of less then 5000. Less than 10% of that counting for overall military members. The planet will be easy pickings for the Flinx empire, and the race can continue its existence by producing new colonies. The humans will also be an expendable race of laborers to our species."
"You intend to make them slaves." The Doctor replied.

Merlin clasped a hand over his mouth. These aliens were geniuses... cruel geniuses that intended to destroy the world. He paused to think. He and Arthur were really the ones to start the world up? If they weren't together the Earth would... die. Merlin took a deep breath. He and Arthur were carrying, quite literally, the weight of the world on their shoulders.

"Yes," the Flinx responded proudly. "My master is intelligent and ran stimulation after stimulation until he found the source. Right now, he is preparing the invasion force for the future. Thousands of soldiers."
"Who authorized this invasion?" the Doctor demanded.
"I-I don't know."
"Very well," the Doctor frowned. He stealthily took his sonic from his pocket and hid it behind his back. "Contact your master. Now."
The Flinx pulled a transmitter out, pressing a couple of buttons. A hologram of a cloaked man appeared above the device, flickering a little. "What is it, servant?" it growled. The alien prepared to answer-
But the Doctor pressed a button on his sonic, reversing the transmission. A second later, the man from the hologram appeared. He spun around in angry confusion until he laid eyes on the Doctor.
"What is the meaning of this?" he snarled. "Who are you?"
"I am Shix Halberd the Third, High Commander of the Flinx Army," the Doctor announced. "State your name and rank."
The man's face was shielded by his hood, but Merlin could swear his lip curled. "I am Covard Opic, Captain of the Stragerd."
"A ship captain," the Doctor murmured. He stepped dangerously close to the alien. "What makes you think you can make these decisions on your own?"
Opic straightened. "This is for the good of our race," he snarled. "I need no permission."

The Doctor was getting angry, "You, will obey my authority."
Opic was silent for a few minutes before starting to chuckle. "You have no authority over me sir."
"I am-"
"Yes." he interrupted, "I know who you claim to be. however, the problem with that is that Halberd is right now with the Flinx nation, not leading small claim missions such as this. I spoke with him only moments ago."
Merlin was nervous, Arthur's eyes widened.
"So..." Opic continued, "The question is sir, who are you?"