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The Gallifreyan villain patted his weapon. From the action Sarah Jane deduced that it somehow provided immunity from the trap.
"A projected, personal time-field," he smirked, "...allow me to give you a lesson in tachyon fields one day my dear. Believe me, you're going to have a long time to contemplate this day's events!" Seeing his arm brushing the side of the glass, Sarah charged at the side of her crystal prison. "Two of the Doctor's former friends," he gloated, "...you know, I think I'll start a collection!" He warmed to his subject, "Yes-that's it, my very own little menagerie of all the Doctor's friends and companions! He will then be forced to confront me and I will have him at my mercy!"
The tumblers tumbled and Sarah braced herself for the leap, thankful that his immunity to the trap extended to her. She fell toward his suit cuff-button, grabbing the dustbin-lid sized fastening, swinging wildly while he, unaware still gloated over his victim like a five year old contemplating a fly trapped in jam.
Romana's Timelord heritage and powers made her less incapacitated by the trap. She was aware what had happened and tried to break free. Sarah's mind flew back to how The Brigadier had forced her to brave an army assault-course on the pretext that if she couldn't complete it she had no business in UNIT. Sarah had stunned him and (she suspected secretly pleased him) when she'd come third out of the final ten newest troops and, remembering that training, kicked-off her shoes and dropped to the table, tucking-in her knees and rolling.
An odd, fluting noise issued forth from the table as she hit it and wrenching herself sideways she saw Romana perceptibly speed-up and barrel into The Master. The two Gallifreyans flew into the couch, it toppled-over and the weapon fell from his hand.
Batman threw a punch sending two of Shame's henchmen into unconciousness as Robin and Batgirl aimed a double-kick that sent another two sprawling in the supreme bar-room brawl, the up-tempo music filling the suite.
Sarah suddenly sprouted to her normal size as The Master's discarded weapion was fired at her from behind the couch, he, trying furiously to wrestle it from his opponent's fingers but then it was thrown across the room, safe from him.
The reporter was torn between helping her ally in her fight or recovering his weapon to capture him with. Glimpsing the television she cursed that there was never a chandelier around when you needed one! Sarah reasoned that that she could always return Romana to her actual size if she was unable to get a clear shot at him and scrambled around on the floor looking for the weapon.
The Master drew himself to his feet and grabbed one of a set of crossed swords from the wall, immediately holding it to his opponent's throat and Romana scowled as Sarah still searched for the Tissue Compression Eliminator. She stared back evenly along the sword's length. All else in the room seemed to take place in another world, their eyes meeting as the two near-immortals eyed each other, calculatingly.
Unexpectedly, The Master drew-back his sword from her throat and threw it at her, hilt first. The Timelady gripped it and as he grabbed its mate from the plaque and they brought the weapons to their foreheads as they nodded in salute and commenced their duel.
The clash and scrape of tempered steel drowned-out the sound of the TV show as Sarah scrambled around on the floor. Light flashed off the blades as they clashed and clattered, describing large and tight arcs, figures of eight and dogged, retaliatory blows that taxed each others' wits. The Master was impressed;
"You're quite adept my dear, where have you studied?" Romana parried his next blow and replied;
"I watch a lot of Robin Hood, Richard Green!"
He plucked flowers from the TV, swiping them at her face;
"Really? I'm more of a Douglas Fairbanks man, myself!"
She batted the blooms away, fiented left, then dived right and bounced off the seat of an armchair, over its back and kicking it into his shins knocking him onto his back. Her blade was now at his throat;
"He had his points..." She concluded.
The Master raised his hands in supplication as he grinned from where he lay. Sarah approached the two Gallifreyans, her eyes flicking between them in wonder.
"May I get up?" He asked with a grin. Romana considered and gave a nod;
"Alright, but don't make any sudden moves."
Sarah-Jane handed her his weapon as he slowly got to his feet and sat in the skewiff chair Romana indicated which he righted with little effort. Perfectly composed, Romana continued;
"As I've mentioned, your Time Capsule is inaccesible now so you really ought to come quietly."
The Master grinned;
"It's a fair cop, guv," he beamed, "... you've got me well and truly 'banged to rights'." The two women flicked a glance at each other, he was taking it all far too well...
The Timelady pressed a button on her hand-held device and a hum pervaded the suite. He held his gloved hands out and encountered an invisible barrier around himself with a feral scowl.
"Belt and braces," Romana remarked brightly, "... that's the ticket!"
"Um, Romanavrat..." Sarah faltered.
"It's alright, I've found Romana to be a perfectly acceptable, shortened alternative."
The reporter heaved a sigh of relief and continued;
"Well Romana," she paused, "... how do you, well..."
"Know about you?"
"Well, yes."
Romana sighed;
"I travelled with the Doctor for a while too, you know and well, it would be hard not to know of you."
"He's mentioned me?"
"Incessantly!" Groaned the Gallifreyan.
Sarah Jane Smith beamed and fleetingly wondered where, when and even WHO her old friend was now but then she frowned. What with his regenerations and time-travelling box he could be everywhere and everywhen! He would find it hard not to keep bumping into himself from day to day! Her head started to hurt! She turned to look-down at the other occupant of the suite;
"You know, it's a real shame about you."
He frowned;
"Really?"
She regarded him almost with pity;
"You really haven't met me before, have you?"
"No. Why?"
Sarah-Jane slowly shook her head with pity;
"In that case, I've seen your future and it isn't pleasant."
Romana gritted her teeth about to warn her compatriot of revealing someone's future to them, lest they try to change it.
"You've seen something 'untoward'," he phrased it delicately, "...happen to me?"
"Not really, but I have met a future version of you."
The Master's brow lowered in concern;
"And..?"
"-And he's got no style at all."
He tilted his head at her, a faint smile playing on his lips;
"Why thank you, Miss Smith-that was almost a compliment!"
"Don't take it to heart." Romana countered as she studied his gun. The Master grinned and then held his arms apart;
"Well then, tell me ladies-what do you think of my suit?" Sarah and Romana exchanged looks, puzzled. "Deceptively roomy sleeves," he continued as Romana and Sarah tensed, "...AG HAKKAK, YOG SOTHOTH, BAY WAH!" He suddenly cried.
The room began to darken and a crypt-like chill began to pervade it...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Description
The Gallifreyan villain patted his weapon. From the action Sarah Jane deduced that it somehow provided immunity from the trap.
"A projected, personal time-field," he smirked, "...allow me to give you a lesson in tachyon fields one day my dear. Believe me, you're going to have a long time to contemplate this day's events!" Seeing his arm brushing the side of the glass, Sarah charged at the side of her crystal prison. "Two of the Doctor's former friends," he gloated, "...you know, I think I'll start a collection!" He warmed to his subject, "Yes-that's it, my very own little menagerie of all the Doctor's friends and companions! He will then be forced to confront me and I will have him at my mercy!"
The tumblers tumbled and Sarah braced herself for the leap, thankful that his immunity to the trap extended to her. She fell toward his suit cuff-button, grabbing the dustbin-lid sized fastening, swinging wildly while he, unaware still gloated over his victim like a five year old contemplating a fly trapped in jam.
Romana's Timelord heritage and powers made her less incapacitated by the trap. She was aware what had happened and tried to break free. Sarah's mind flew back to how The Brigadier had forced her to brave an army assault-course on the pretext that if she couldn't complete it she had no business in UNIT. Sarah had stunned him and (she suspected secretly pleased him) when she'd come third out of the final ten newest troops and, remembering that training, kicked-off her shoes and dropped to the table, tucking-in her knees and rolling.
An odd, fluting noise issued forth from the table as she hit it and wrenching herself sideways she saw Romana perceptibly speed-up and barrel into The Master. The two Gallifreyans flew into the couch, it toppled-over and the weapon fell from his hand.
Batman threw a punch sending two of Shame's henchmen into unconciousness as Robin and Batgirl aimed a double-kick that sent another two sprawling in the supreme bar-room brawl, the up-tempo music filling the suite.
Sarah suddenly sprouted to her normal size as The Master's discarded weapion was fired at her from behind the couch, he, trying furiously to wrestle it from his opponent's fingers but then it was thrown across the room, safe from him.
The reporter was torn between helping her ally in her fight or recovering his weapon to capture him with. Glimpsing the television she cursed that there was never a chandelier around when you needed one! Sarah reasoned that that she could always return Romana to her actual size if she was unable to get a clear shot at him and scrambled around on the floor looking for the weapon.
The Master drew himself to his feet and grabbed one of a set of crossed swords from the wall, immediately holding it to his opponent's throat and Romana scowled as Sarah still searched for the Tissue Compression Eliminator. She stared back evenly along the sword's length. All else in the room seemed to take place in another world, their eyes meeting as the two near-immortals eyed each other, calculatingly.
Unexpectedly, The Master drew-back his sword from her throat and threw it at her, hilt first. The Timelady gripped it and as he grabbed its mate from the plaque and they brought the weapons to their foreheads as they nodded in salute and commenced their duel.
The clash and scrape of tempered steel drowned-out the sound of the TV show as Sarah scrambled around on the floor. Light flashed off the blades as they clashed and clattered, describing large and tight arcs, figures of eight and dogged, retaliatory blows that taxed each others' wits. The Master was impressed;
"You're quite adept my dear, where have you studied?" Romana parried his next blow and replied;
"I watch a lot of Robin Hood, Richard Green!"
He plucked flowers from the TV, swiping them at her face;
"Really? I'm more of a Douglas Fairbanks man, myself!"
She batted the blooms away, fiented left, then dived right and bounced off the seat of an armchair, over its back and kicking it into his shins knocking him onto his back. Her blade was now at his throat;
"He had his points..." She concluded.
The Master raised his hands in supplication as he grinned from where he lay. Sarah approached the two Gallifreyans, her eyes flicking between them in wonder.
"May I get up?" He asked with a grin. Romana considered and gave a nod;
"Alright, but don't make any sudden moves."
Sarah-Jane handed her his weapon as he slowly got to his feet and sat in the skewiff chair Romana indicated which he righted with little effort. Perfectly composed, Romana continued;
"As I've mentioned, your Time Capsule is inaccesible now so you really ought to come quietly."
The Master grinned;
"It's a fair cop, guv," he beamed, "... you've got me well and truly 'banged to rights'." The two women flicked a glance at each other, he was taking it all far too well...
The Timelady pressed a button on her hand-held device and a hum pervaded the suite. He held his gloved hands out and encountered an invisible barrier around himself with a feral scowl.
"Belt and braces," Romana remarked brightly, "... that's the ticket!"
"Um, Romanavrat..." Sarah faltered.
"It's alright, I've found Romana to be a perfectly acceptable, shortened alternative."
The reporter heaved a sigh of relief and continued;
"Well Romana," she paused, "... how do you, well..."
"Know about you?"
"Well, yes."
Romana sighed;
"I travelled with the Doctor for a while too, you know and well, it would be hard not to know of you."
"He's mentioned me?"
"Incessantly!" Groaned the Gallifreyan.
Sarah Jane Smith beamed and fleetingly wondered where, when and even WHO her old friend was now but then she frowned. What with his regenerations and time-travelling box he could be everywhere and everywhen! He would find it hard not to keep bumping into himself from day to day! Her head started to hurt! She turned to look-down at the other occupant of the suite;
"You know, it's a real shame about you."
He frowned;
"Really?"
She regarded him almost with pity;
"You really haven't met me before, have you?"
"No. Why?"
Sarah-Jane slowly shook her head with pity;
"In that case, I've seen your future and it isn't pleasant."
Romana gritted her teeth about to warn her compatriot of revealing someone's future to them, lest they try to change it.
"You've seen something 'untoward'," he phrased it delicately, "...happen to me?"
"Not really, but I have met a future version of you."
The Master's brow lowered in concern;
"And..?"
"-And he's got no style at all."
He tilted his head at her, a faint smile playing on his lips;
"Why thank you, Miss Smith-that was almost a compliment!"
"Don't take it to heart." Romana countered as she studied his gun. The Master grinned and then held his arms apart;
"Well then, tell me ladies-what do you think of my suit?" Sarah and Romana exchanged looks, puzzled. "Deceptively roomy sleeves," he continued as Romana and Sarah tensed, "...AG HAKKAK, YOG SOTHOTH, BAY WAH!" He suddenly cried.
The room began to darken and a crypt-like chill began to pervade it...

TO BE CONTINUED...