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Unholy Alliance - Fic

Second piece of Fic for Morepolitics


Title: Unholy Alliance

Characters: Brax/Master

Rating: PG

Brax was woken by an alarm. Sitting up and rubbing his eyes he saw the alarm light blinking above his door. He pulled himself out of bed, then pulling on a robe stepped outside.

He found a scene of utter chaos with people milling about and shouting. He put out a hand to stop a young initiate who was barrelling towards him. “What’s happening?” he called. However the Arcalian simply kept running, seemingly not hearing Brax over the noise of the alarm. Brax rolled his eyes and then kept moving against the flow of people.

As he passed an intersection, someone came barrelling down the corridor behind him and knocked into him. He spun around on his heel, “Koschei,” he gasped.

“Hello Brax,” the Master replied.

There was a split second where the pair simply stared at each other. Then the Master made to move, only for Brax to block his path. “What did you do this time?”

The Master rolled his eyes, “Would you believe me if I told you it wasn’t me?”

“Hmm,” Brax said, “Alarms blaring, people running. I’m sure you won’t be offended if I’m a bit sceptical.”

“Think what you like,” the Master replied, “This isn’t actually my fault this time.”

“So. What exactly are you doing here? Or should I just call the Guard?”

The Master stood silently for a moment, “I do admit that I came here with the intention of doing something. But all the alarms started blaring before I could do it.”

Brax crossed his arms, “And what were you intending to do?”

“I heard on the grapevine that someone was experimenting with matter conversion. I thought I’d…well take a look.”

“And help yourself?”

“I don’t deny it.”

Brax took a deep breath and then pushed past the Master making his way down the corridor, “Well come on,” he called.

“Where are you going?”

 “To see what’s going on.”

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“So,” Brax said tossing the question over his shoulder, “Which body is this now?”

The Master drew level with him, “Which one do you think it is?”

“How should I know? The last one I saw was your eighth. But time travel being what it is.”

“You’re close. Number ten.”

“Ah.”  The alarm stopped ringing and Brax shook his head, “Good. Now we can hear ourselves think.”  He stopped, “Are you sure you didn’t do anything?”

“I think I would know if I had”

“Touché”

The Master took to his heels again, “Come. The lab was this way.”

Brax followed him. Normally he would have called the guard within five minutes of meeting his old school time companion. But this time something told him, that the solution to the problem was not to toss the Master into a jail cell. For once.

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A few minutes later, the pair rounded a corner. The scene in front of them was one of devastation. Several wall panels had been flung about and there were what looked like claw marks on the remaining panels as well as several scoring the carpet.

“What happened?” Brax whispered.

“I don’t know,” the Master whispered back. Just then there came a massive crash from within one of the Labs, “I would assume however that it has something to do with that.”

“Better go have a look then.”

The Master took a tentative step forward. As he did so, there was a roar, loud enough to rock the building. Then a massive something charged out of the room. It took one look at the shocked pair of Time Lords, then roared again, before lumbering off down the corridor, the walls and ceiling shaking as it did so.

“What?” The Master asked causally, “Was that?”

Brax knelt down and looked at the claw marks, “Could it have been created by the experiment. You said they were working on matter conversion.”

The Master shook his head, “Just energy conversion. Turning waste matter into energy for fuel. It couldn’t create something like this.”

“Why did you want it?”

“Well with a little tweaking, it could make a very nice weapon.”

“Glad to know you have such altruistic motives.”

“I am what I am.”

There was another roar and Brax got to his feet. “Well. Before you destroy the universe, you can help me stop this thing.”

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The pair tracked the creature for several miles, eventually leaving the citadel and following the trail to a small compound some miles away.

“Right,” Brax said, “The next move is to scout out the area. Assess the perimeter. If there’s a back door I’ll go in through there. You guard the front entrance.”

“Good plan in principle,” the Master replied, “But I think I prefer this idea.” Pulling something from his pocket, he knocked on the door of the compound. After a minute of no sound or movement, he bought up the device and pressed a button on the side. There was a flash of light and the door seemed to dissolve into dust.

“What’s that?”

“Matter compression device,” the Master explained idly, “Variation on an old toy.” There was a sound of movement from inside. “Now might be a good time to call the guard,” the Master continued, before turning on his heel.

 “What are you doing?” Brax asked, “Where are you going?”

“The Guard and I don’t exactly get on,” the Master replied, “I think it may be best if I was...absent when they arrive. Maybe I’ll see you later.”

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Sometime later, the Master emerged from the lab, a box in his hands, only to find Brax leaning against the opposite wall with his arms crossed. “Hand it over.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” the Master said casually.

“The Matter Conversion device you’re carrying. Hand it over.”

“You knew I was going to do this?”

“Obviously.”

The Master sighed and put the box down, “I could escape if I wanted to you know.”

“Oh I know,” Brax replied, “That’s why the corridor is sealed off. You can leave only if you’re not carrying anything.”

“Nice to see you thought this through,” the Master said, “What exactly was creating all the ruckus?”

“Genetically altered Mountain Bear. It appears some sort of fringe group was opposed to the creation of that little device. Something about how we don’t need any more power.”

“They might have a point you know.”

Brax cocked an eyebrow, “Never thought I’d hear that coming from you.”

“I have my lucid moments.”

Brax pushed himself off the wall, “Thank you for your help Koschei.”

“Well. We were friends at one point.”

Brax smiled and held out a hand. The Master shook it. “Till we meet again.”

“Until then.”

Then with one last look at the box on the floor, the Master walked away down the corridor. Brax picked up the box, then watched the retreating figure, until he disappeared from sight.


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aralias
Feb. 28th, 2012 02:47 pm (UTC)
hurrah also :) i really like that they used to be friends. i've never really thought of it that way before, but it would make sense.

thank you again for writing so much lovely brax fic for me :)
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