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The Master, if anything, was surely the Time Lord equivalent to a cockroach. He was near impossible to kill, so much so that perhaps he could even survive an all out nuclear war. Course being compared to a cockroach was not an insult, despite its appearance and status, the Master could rattle off hundred pluses about them. Not that he was about to tell anyone about his mental musings.

Whenever and where he was in the universe, he refused to have a companion like the Doctor, preferring his own company and he hardly needed a sounding board for his ideas. If he wanted to show people how brilliant he was, he'd do it in seconds. Worlds were his for the take, he just needed to find the right one. Though this particular one he was current browsing certainly wasn't one of them.

He could very easily get bored, even now, when everyone around him was having a merry old time, he didn't find it hard to be rather fed up. Since everything that had happened to him in the past month, everything got relatively hard to stomach, his patiences lesser than usual. That was really saying something.

Still, he looked at the positives - free, alive and limitless opportunities. He was a maverick, a genius, stone cold brilliance. What couldn't he achieve? Even on a rather vast and mindless space-station that he was sure this place wasn't much more than a rather low budget tourist attraction.

Great. That was just his luck. Next time he was picking somewhere less obvious.