Master rehearses his royal ruse for self advancement

The Doctor and Jo arrive in Draconia aboard a stolen police spaceship seized by the Master’s Ogron crew. The ship lurches as the Captain corrects course, and the Doctor urges haste toward a hoped-for meeting with the Emperor. The Master, already acting as an Earth commissioner ingratiated with Draconian nobility, orders his captives to appear presentable for a royal audience he has manufactured. His veneer of authorized peace envoy masks his genuine intent—to parlay his fabricated virtue into influence during a moment of escalating interstellar tensions. Beneath the performance lies a calculated gamble that his theatrical posture will forestall suspicion long enough to push Earth and Draconia to the brink of war. key_dialogue: [ DOCTOR: Well, that's it then. Come on, we've landed. DOCTOR: He's awake already. He's just trying to show us how unconcerned he is. MASTER: How well you know me, Doctor! Now come on, smarten yourselves up. We want to look our best for a royal audience, you know. JOIN: He's very confident. MASTER: Well, Miss Grant, as an Earth poet once said, 'My strength is as the strength of ten because my heart is pure'. Come on, you fellows, let me out! Your Emperor is waiting to see me. ]