“Trust me. I can pick the sharp tacks out. Let’s say I learned the hard way what happens when you underestimate humans.”
He folds his fingers on the table, tapping together his thumbs.
“You built a bodily suit of armor? Does it fly? I should very much like to see the schematics and possibly conduct some experiments of my own.”
“You…You want to see it?” Kelsey asked, surprised, “Well, it’s based off my dad’s armor, so some people might not think it’s that special…But I seem to think it is. C’mon, I’ll show it to you.”
A small smile came up on her face as she opened up the TARDIS door, “But I swear, if you sell the blueprints to it or something, there’s gonna be a problem, because that has happened before, multiple times, and it’s…”
Her face dropped, “…gone wrong. Happened when I was eight, and when I was ten.”
In an instant, the gloominess washed from the young Stark’s face however, “But, that’s in the past now. C’mon, I’ll show you Data. That’s the name of the armor. And yes- it does fly. Would be useless if it didn’t.”
“My dear girl, generations of your lessers have considered inferior technologies to be ‘useful.’ I could hardly make assumptions, even given your excellent pedigree.”
Nevertheless the Master follows Kelsey readily to her workstation. Admittedly his reception of her fraught history is a little brusque; he brushes off such “extraneous” details of personal strife without so much as a sympathetic remark. He is far more preoccupied with what her mind has produced, and, in such a way as honors the Doctor for taking her under her wing, how he can praise her for such concrete achievements.
So he’s already climbing on top of a worktable to get a better look at the suit, drawing his laser screwdriver from his coat pocket and scanning its surface with the secondary sonic setting.
“No no no no NO,” he snaps, waving her off animatedly. “I would never. COME now. I’m practically your stepfather. No, I just want to see you put Data on and take her for a spin.”
//Since I have a bunch of new followers, just wanna put out feelers once more for Grahams, Ryans and Yasmins; remember in my mainverse the Master is reformed a la Missy in the Vault and is traveling with the Doctor in Series Eleven continuity! Don’t worry, he’s still got a vicious edge 😉 He’s just not 100% bastardly lol.
What about us? What about all the times you said you had the answers? So what about us? What about all the broken happy ever afters? Oh, what about us? What about all the plans that ended in disaster? Oh, what about love? What about trust? What about us? –Pink
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