Missy - Alternate Fuel Source

Missy’s TARDIS slipped through the Vortex, heading to who knew where. The leather-bound notebook lay on the floor at the foot of the console, discarded, the list of power sources within no longer required.

Missy stood at the controls, checking the power readout.

Jettisoning the Eye of Harmony, that had been tricky, but not as problematic as trapping its replacement. She looked up to the scanner, watching Kalub’s creature writhe in its new containment field, one that would never fracture, nor fail. Not that the creature would ever stop trying to escape. Missy was counting on that. It would rant and rail and scream and struggle, providing more than enough energy to fuel a Type 45 TARDIS. She was no longer dependent on Gallifrey, or the black hole trapped deep beneath the Panopticon. Best of all, there was nothing the General, the High Council, or even Rassilon could do about it. To think, she’d wasted all that energy tracking down a replacement for the Eye, knowing all too well that it was only a matter of time before the High Council came a-calling … and then Rassilon had dropped the solution straight into her lap.

She thought of Yayani, of the look on her face when the TCE beam had struck. Poor, stupid Yayani. As if she’d found that recall cube by accident, or that Rassilon had simply forgotten she’d existed when he dissolved the House of Stillhaven. He thought he’d got what he’d wanted, yet again.

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The Missy Chronicles: Lords and Masters