"Spare me your threat, Cyberman. You must honor the treaty," The Doctor stressed at them. "The article states that one visit is allowed, by an appointed representative... that's me by the way, for questions about strategic locations and other hidden bases. Galifrey clearly hammered that all out with you metal ninnies five centuries ago."

The group of silver-metal beings stood motionless. The leader, the only one with black adorning it's helmet handles, took another step closer with his gun raised. He didn't trust Timelords, not that he trusted any alien species, but they were the most devious in his mind.

The Doctor hated the treaty as much as the Cyber-leader did—but for other reasons. It was during the beginning of the Time War, when the Cybermen/Dalek war was nearing its end. Galifrey offered the beleaguered Cybermen a chance to join forces and cripple the Daleks before wiping out all the Cyber-race.

Unfortunately, he knew what the outcome of that godawful union would be. The Cyber-leader was keen on quickly reminded him of it.

"That treaty no longer serves a our purpose, Timelord. Your kind abandoned us during the fall of Mondas Two, as we were surrounded by the Dalek armada, where was their forces to support us then? It was made abundantly clear thar the treaty became void after that betrayal. So, there is no logic to honor such stipulations, when they, the Galifreians themselves, could not uphold to it."

"Bah!" the Doctor scoffed. "Don't bother me with such petty arguments. Galifrey kept their word, it was you lot that jumped the gun before it was time. Besides, wasn't it you that inadvertently created the temporal paradox that attracted the Daleks to your new base of operation? Yes? I told them it was foolish to trust the Cybermen in keeping their promises. Tinkering with space-time behind our backs. Rather naught of you, I'd say. Probably why you're on the universe's extinct list, eh? Now... tell me, is the prisoner here, or isn't he?"

Even though the Doctor didn't believe a word he was uttering, siding with the Timelords, he knew full well the Cybermen had valid argument. His people did betray the treaty, just as the Cybermen did as well. But it was always in their nature to do so, but the Timelords? Well, he

The Cyberman leader lowered his weapon, reluctantly, and clenched his other fist aggressively.

"The Cybermen-Dalek war would have ended with us as the victors, had we completed our temporal troop transformation. If the Timelords had intervened and stopped the Daleks advance, we would have..."

"Oh, blah-blah-blah!" the Doctor said rolling his eyes. "You bloody Cyberman do like to whine on and on, don't you? Look, is he here or isn't he?"

The Cyber-leader dropped his fist and motion to one of his fellow soldiers. It approached him and bowed slightly.

"Leader..." it said.

"Take this one to the prisoner." The Cyber-leader grumbled. "Watch him carefully during the interrogation."

"But, he is an alien, we are not to trust them..."

"We are bound to a treaty, one that was never formally dissolved by either side, once his visit is over, it shall be fulfilled. Then, we will be free of this useless code plaguing our systems."

The Doctor laughed. "Oh, I forgot about that stipulation, to have the document uploaded to your internal processors. Clever, very clever whomever thought that one up. My, my, the checkmarks must be driving you bonkers. All but this one off the 'to do', eh? Well, I guess it's the last factor in this whole sorted mess."

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"Take him!" the Cyber-leader bitterly motioned.

The cyber soldier nodded at the command and trusted his gun at the Doctor. The quirky man genuflected and gestured to the soldier to lead the way. Another soldier was summoned by his leader and the two guided the Timelord in unison; one in front, and one behind the man.

The Doctor shrugged at their behaviour and tried to keep pace. Their swift walk and lack of conversation seemed to bore him. His face contorted with long drawn out sighs and frequently looked at his nails sarcastically.

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The long march though the labyrinth of endless tunnels made the Doctor weary. Even with this newly regenerated body, he found the vigorous exercise to be too much to handle. He kept an eye on the Cybermen that passed by and noticed they lack of care. It seemed that these were the final batch of lost race of beings. The Cybermen-Dalek War had all but snuffed out their kind. The Daleks were determined to eliminate and exterminate the Cybermen from existence. He found the irony of two genocidal obsessed races trying to take each other out amusing. But, he did have some sympathy for the Cybermen, they were on the losing end and nearly wiped out. These were the last remnants of an adversary he once considered a threat to the universe. "Looks like the Daleks were keeping that title for themselves..." he thought.

"Are we there yet?" He comically said, tapping the shoulder of Cyberman in front.

"Silence, Timelord..." it responded.

"Well, how much longer is it?" He quipped again. "My feet are getting tired and I hate mucking about in dark places... it gives me the willies..."

Another group of Cybermen passed by and the Doctor got a closer look at their appearance. Their metal faces were misshapen, dirty, looking more like they forgot to forge the materials correctly. Which was an impossibility, since Cybermen used nano-silicon tech to grow their cyber-enhanced bodies. It made him tap his lip in thought.

"Prisoner cell one-one-seven-two-four..." the Cyber soldier in front announced, he stopped at a lone door embedded in the rock wall, and motion to the Doctor to it. "You have precisely, zero-point thirty minutes and fifty two seconds to interrogate the prisoner."

The Doctor looked at the wall, and the door (the only one there), and looked for others that warranted such long numbering. To his surprise, there was no other cells. How they came to number this one (with no others nearby) such made the Timelord scratch his head. The door was as silver as their chassis. There was no keypad or locking mechanism (none that he could see), and there was only one Cyberman guarding by it.

"Right, then," he said, twisting his mouth. "That's it, is it? You're sure now? I would want you to get them confused, with, ya know...." He motioned his hand. "All those other ones."

The Cyberman continued to point to the door. He got no reaction from his sarcastic jibe. He quickly cleared his throat in response and motioned at the door as well. The Cyberman used its internal remote to unlock the metallic door and it fully opened up. He stepped inside and watch the door close behind him. The loud echo seemed to reverberate throughout the entire cell.

It was as he expected; a stark, dark room that was fashioned out of the planetoid's rocky interior, with slabs of Cyber-metal reinforcing the space.

"Hello?" The Doctor said, peering into the darkness beyond. "Are you there? I've come to talk." He only got silence. That caused him to stand up straight and talk in a more commanding voice. "Come out and face me, you loathsome monster. I've come a long way to say my peace with you."

"Monster..." an electronic-sounding voice repeated. "Monster? Monsters are those who stand by and do nothing to help others. Monsters are the ones who bring death, masquerading it in a shroud of peace. No, I assure you, I am not the monster..."

Out of the corner shadow, a blue eye flickered to life the dark, then the sound of movement came, as the chair-bound figure came closer and appeared in the faint cell room light. Davros poised himself directly towards the Doctor.

"You are, Doctor!"