Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25588272-20150513015201/@comment-25876934-20150524004728

When the Wanderer wakes back up, she's on the floor of the Presidential Room. Her hands are bound together, but other than that, she's clear of bindings. Standing up, her internal whirl of thoughts is interrupted by Rassilon clearing his throat.

"I see that you're awake. My apologies for resorting to such crude tactics, but I knew you'd put up quite the struggle."

"Rassilon! Why are you-" She stepped forward, filled with horror. "You're going to use the Daleks against themselves..."

Rassilon chuckles. "Oh, much more than that, girl. They'll be quite effective against any dissenters as well." He leans towards her. "Now, are you going to give me the information when I ask for it, or will I have to force it from you?"

Her eyes shine in fear and desperation.