The Master

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Name: Alexandra Redmond
Age: 32
Stats: 5'2" and slender with B cup breasts, fair skin, blue-grey eyes and raven dark hair.

Time: 2045
Place: London, UK, Earth


Alexandra Redmond had just been elected the Prime Minister of the UK.

It was the culmination of a decade of hard work and the real toil was only just beginning. It was her father, Michael, who had founded the Britannia Party, a movement that sought unity for the UK, becoming one nation again rather than a splintered group of islands with different governments. England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland needed one government that addressed the UK's needs as a whole rather than warring petty factions. The Republic of Ireland's disastrous dalliance with the Euro had left them so indebted to Britain that even they saw Brussels as the greater evil and sought to consolidate ties that had been fractured for generations. Britain under Alexandra's government would sever all ties with the EU as soon as possible, seeking instead to re-establish commonwealth ties that had long been forgotten. Since Turkey had joined the EU as a major power the whole thing had been foundering and Alexandra intended that Britain should be the first rat out of the sinking ship.

She was the youngest PM in the country's history but Alexandra had been surrounded by politics since birth. The momentum that the Britannia Party had gained under Michael Redmond was unstoppable. Certainly nothing like having a dynamic young woman as it's new leader was going to slow it down. British people had wanted out of the EU for years and as the disparities grew between the UK's nations and laws, people began shouting that enough was enough. The election was won by a total landslide and now Alexandra was about to address her people. She stood in a BBC studio behind a podium, against a backdrop of her party's Britannia logo. At her request, flags flanked her podium; those of England, Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland and the Union Jack.

She opened by thanking everyone who had voted for her party and its candidates, announcing that she vowed to make Britain great once more. Before she read anything more from her autocue however, Alexandra turned to face the row of flags.

"Many American people do this every day. Their schoolchildren pledge allegiance to their flag every morning. They have a pride in their country that we have lost in the mire between our European and transatlantic cultural influences, in are frictions with one another as nations. I seek to rectify that now and to state categorically that I pledge loyalty to England, King William and the long term goal of a unified United Kingdom."

The nation and much of the rest of the world watched stunned, as she improvised a passionate pledge of allegiance.
 
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Name: The Master
Age: Unknown (at least 907)
Stats:5'5 and skinny, fair skinned, brown eyes and brown hair

Time:2045
Place: anywhere in the universe


After many years of strife and struggle, the fallen time lord, resurrected by the children of Gallifrey to be the ultimate warrior had escaped the time war and hid from death in the form of a mere human, but was found by his archrival and childhood friend, the Doctor.

Soon after he was killed by his assistant, escaping permanent death through regeneration, and stealing the Doctor's TARDIS and returning to Great Britain, for the first time in what might have been centuries, or possibly just a few decades. Taking roll of the minister of defense, then the Prime Minister of England.

Within days he announced first contact with alien life forms and brought about the doom of humanity, only to be thwarted once more by the Doctor and his then companions Martha Jones and Captain Jack Harkness.

Then two years later his vie for destruction of the universe was stopped by the Doctor once more, killing him...or so was thought, but much like the Doctor in the past was saved by a mysterious watcher, but unlike the doctor he was transported into the past of Gallifrey and made whole once more, now free of the drumming that had plagued him his entire life he could form rational thoughts, thoughts of hate for humanity, the Doctor, and the Time Lords.

He patiently waited for a Doctor who would correlate with his own time stream, then killed him, and stole his TARDIS, forcing it to take him to the year 2045, the year of Alex Redmond's election, the year he would once again rule over England and eventually the planet of the apes: Earth.

The TARDIS materialized behind the stage of the new Prime Minister's address to her people. His plan falling into place. He pulls a bag of Jelly Babies from his pocket and then struts out of his time ship and leans against the side of the stairs, unseen to any person.
 
[sorry for the delay in posting, work has been horrific :(]

It wouldn't have mattered much what she said, they would have cheered her. As it was, Alexandra's little allegiance stunt had people out of their armchairs, shouting and clapping. Britain, ever a bastard nation and now drowning under the weight of unprecedented and unsustainable immigration, desperately needed a shot of national pride. Alexandra's PA was silently dancing around to convey how mad people had just gone watching the huge screens set up in Hyde Park.

Some strange background noise threatened to throw her, a repetitive, grating sound that fortunately faded within a few moments. Alexandra paused, licking her lips and making herself focus once more on her autocue. Nothing existed for her except the camera and the words scrolling across that screen.

"You have placed a great trust in me, each and every one of you who voted Britannia. I vow to honour that trust and to start tomorrow on realising my manifesto pledges. You will not find my words empty. You will not find me complacent or self-seeking. The time has come for drastic change. We must quit the European Union. We must reconcile our differences as constituent countries. We must pull ourselves from the pit of decades of global recession, from the European monetary crises and re-establish the pound as one of the strongest currencies in the world. These things cannot be accomplished in a day and cannot even be attempted unless all of you who charged me with these tasks are behind me every step of the way. But we will get there, together will will redefine Britain and take our place once more as one of the greatest nations on Earth."

They were fine words and Alexandra felt that she had said enough. Anything else now would just belabour the points she had already made.

"So tomorrow my work will begin. But tonight..." She flashed the camera a wicked grin that reminded everyone who had voted for her that she was still young and dynamic, that she could party all night and still run the country in the morning. "Tonight like all of you, I'm going to celebrate!"

The flashing red 'On-Air' light blinked out and Alexandra breathed a sigh of relief. It was over, she had done it. Nobody could expect anything more from her today after such an arduous campaign. She tottered over to a vacant chair, kicked off her heels and allowed Tristan, her PA, to fetch her some chilled water.

"Where's the champagne?" She asked, bottom lip falling forwards in mock petulance.

"Fascist on the gate confiscated it." Sniffed Tristan. "I hope he chokes on it the thieving little swine. No booze in the BBC darling."
 
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