Attendant

The Attendant serves as an unassuming but indispensable functionary across disparate spheres, bound by duty rather than ambition. In Emperor Nero’s Rome, he moved through drenched corridors of the palace, bearing poisoned cups and sealed missives at the behest of Poppaea and the sorceress Locusta, acting as a silent lever in the empress’s lethal court politics. His meticulous anonymity preserved the machinery of intrigue until Imperial Rome’s fires consumed the old order. Centuries later, within the polished halls of Madame Tussauds in London, he maintained an equally scrupulous routine—lighting displays, fielding questions about plastic replicas of officials like General Scobie, and ensuring the waxen semblance of normalcy endured beneath the surface tension of a Nestene occupation. His courteous efficiency never wavered, even as the Doctor and Liz Shaw navigated the museum’s undercurrents. Finally, aboard the Empress Starliner, he donned the uniform of Flight Attendant, offering calm ministerial service to passengers amidst the crisis of a cosmic emergency, his actions turning decisively reactive when catastrophe demanded order.