Master shanking!
The TARDIS squealed, parking itself in a way that was a lot less secretive and subtle than most would think it should have been. Yes, Eleven could have cloaked it, but he didn't think there was any point to it. The Master knew that they were coming. A thousand and one cloaking devices wouldn't have changed that, nor would it make their arrival any less of a surprise. Eleven knew the Master. He probably had this whole thing planned to the point where he wanted them to think that they got the drop on him. He wanted them to believe that they were going to sneak in, save the day, and be done with his games altogether. It was never that simple. Rule number one: nothing ever is.
Hands clasped together, Eleven turned away from the army of odd knobs, handles, and switches that made up the TARDIS console and looked to the others. He didn't like that they were tagging along. The last time he and the Master had gone up against one another, everything had gone horribly, horribly wrong. He had died. The last him, that was. What if it was one of them next? What if it was him again? He wasn't ready. Not again. Not so soon. But there were bigger things on the table than just him. Sexy was still trapped somewhere, the autons were still attacking innocent people, and who knew what else the Master had tucked away up his deranged sleeves. They had to stop him, no matter what it took.
At the thought, Eleven looked to Nine. His former self, the much angrier version, was ready to kill. River, eager as always to spill a little blood, was lined up behind him. Eleven knew that Rose and Rory would do whatever was necessary to ensure the safety of their friends, but they were far less blood thirsty than the other two. Then there was him. The Doctor in his TARDIS, making plans to do...what, exactly? Romana was probably in there with him. As complicated as his history with her was, Eleven didn't want to see her die. There was still a world of good inside of her, he knew that, but how was he supposed to get to the Master without going through her? She was so desperately in love with him. Romana would do anything to protect the man who had condemned them both to death, even though she knew how it was all going to end.
Eleven hoped that he could talk some sense into her. He would try one more time before they made their final move. He would beg her if he had to -- Eleven didn't want to see her go. Not like the Master. There was a quiet rage buried inside of him, one that was quite different from the loud, in-your-face anger that Eleven was better known for. After what the Master had done to Sexy, all of those people he had hurt, and then Romana...
Carefully, Eleven lifted his hands to adjust the bracers running up his sides. He folded his tweed jacket over them and nodded to the others. "Is everyone ready?"