Master control
Summary: Shakespeare finds all the blue prints to the Dalkes. (Dribble.)
He knows for a fact the old war heroes of the time lords will disapprove if they hear the news that Professor Pradox is up to it again, but he had never agreed to the eleventh Doctor to begin with. Which is why when he stumbled onto an old space ship he wasn't necessary concern about his findings and what trouble that might lead him to him this time.
And, then that's when he found them. A bunch of old blue prints leading him to he Dalke investigation, how wonderful he bought to himself something new high advanced tech that could and will help aid him in war. Along with the warning of highly deadly, advanced technology, but he shakes it off and focus on reading the rare findings to himself.
He scattered off with the blue prints in his hands and dashes back on home taking his TRADIS with him and swirling he went off into space before arriving onto the next planet. He touched down and opened up his doors, locking it behind him and dashing off once more he gather his scalp metal and worked on it endless all the way though the night.
Which is why when war did hit between the time lords and the Cyberman the Professor was willing and waiting armed with rare metal armour. He control it from the inside, but the living metal didn't like that idea and tried to take control of it. It caused him to swirl and swirl around the halls, but finally found the breaks and dashed on through zapping as many Cyberman as he could possible get. And, then he got there.
"Need help," he smiled in glee as the living metal allowed him to step out. Of course it was no warm welcoming because the Doctors didn't approval of highly advanced technology which is why he wasn't too surprised in losing his Doctor title.