Time War, Feb 1- About You

[Cypher]

Cypher had lost her true name years ago, now only bore one word, a key, a non-entity. She was exhausted, as were many of the four hundred that semed to still be left alive amongst the 'experiments', because that's exactly what they were. They were experiments to the scientists that had abducted them. Many of them had been taken from their homes or so that was the believe, any memories they had prior to twenty years ago was gone. It was a fact none of them could escape. Cypher knew no one knew their true names, they had one worded names now. She was a woman of thirty-eight years old, had quite a few age lines but was tall and had mid-back length black hair and clear blue eyes. Her skin was pale, due to obvious lack of Vitamin D.

Cypher sat in the room with her fellow experiments, all of them wore hand restraints after the last time they had tried to killed the scientists that had come into the room. Cypher wished they had, but it wasn't like they had a leader to lead the way to fight back. So she sat in the middle of the room with a chair. It was then two guards came into the room and dragged Cypher from her seat, not bothering to let her stand up on her own two feet. She didn't bother saying anything, she wasn't about to give them a chance.

Unknown to her, in a very unoriginal white room, a man in typical Time Lord robes stood. The man stood at five and a half feet, he was by no ways a slim man, having an obvious gut, though his robes were able to hide that all together in how he wore them. The typical headgear he wore seemed to have trouble hiding the kinky hair he currently was in possession of. His eyes were a dark brown, beady and showed no warmth at all. "The guards will be bringing Cypher, the prime example of what can go right when an experiment goes right. Humans can be converted into a form of Time Lords and they can fight our war for us rather than we having to risk our lives for it." The man spoke to another as the door swung open.

Cypher had managed to get to her feet, no longer being dragged by her arms, though her boots had made a nice long streak on the floor. "Oh hello Lord Dipstick, what do I owe the pleasure of visiting the warden today or is it tonight? My sense of time has gone out the window it seems."

The Time Lord scientist in question turned a bright red. "Silence Cypher."

[The Master]

Listening to Lord Dispix boasting of the success of his experiments, the Master could barely disguise his distaste for the scientist. He did wonder with a touch of nostalgia that surprised himself whether he might be missing the Rani's taciturn efficiency, just a little.

It was an admirable idea, certainly - foot soldiers, endowed with just enough time-sensitivity and superior Gallifreyan physiology to be of use in a Time War, fighting on the front lines while the true Time Lord commanders cried forward from the rear. But that was not why the Master had come to view the experimentation. No - as always, he had his own agenda...and if Lord Dispix wouldn't give him the information he needed, the Master knew that he could make life very difficult for the arrogant scientist.

As the guards entered with the woman, he clasped his hands behind his back and stood straight to watch her expressionlessly. His eyes travelled from her restrained hands up to her pale face, where he could read defiance written in every line even before she had spoken.

Really, he thought to himself, these sorts of subjects are so much easier to handle hypnotized. His agile mind was already finding the loose threads in the poorly woven setup, and here was one he could pull if Lord Dispix was uncooperative.

When the Time Lord scientist spoke to silence Cypher, the Master raised a gloved hand, cutting him off.

"Wait - let the experiment speak." He turned his cold gaze on Cypher and addressed her directly. "You are experiencing regression of your endogenous chronological perception? You can't tell how much time is passing," he added, remembering how slow some of the humans he had dealt with on Earth could be. His interest was genuinely piqued, although he hadn't considered it earlier. While he had been possessing the Trakenite body of Tremas, his own normally acute temporal senses had been somewhat clouded; and in the human body of Bruce Gerhardt, it had been like the time-sensitive equivalent of going blind. It hadn't been a pleasant experience - but clearly, Lord Dispix was hoping to reverse that here, in the process of turning the humans into primordial Time Lords - and how was it that Earth saying went? Things always get worse before they get better... Perhaps he could learn something that could be of use if he were ever forced to resort to those measures again.