World War II Flying Bomb

A relic from Earth’s mid-20th-century conflict, this winged vengeance weapon plunges through the Newton Institute’s skylight with a roar, its stubby fuselage and crudely swept delta wings unmistakable. The bomb’s flat, razor-edged nose splits the air as yellowish rocket exhaust traces a charred streak across the laboratory ceiling. Its warhead already armed, its single pulse-jet engine sputters and croaks like an ancient, dying predator. UNIT personnel instinctively drop to the floor the moment the Master issues his mocking warning, while Krasis hisses a warning in guttural syllables. The weapon’s abrupt arrival foregrounds a quantum breach, the temporal shockwave rippling outward as it settles toward the floor, demanding immediate action before it annihilates all resistance to Kronos.