Missy, enemy of The Doctor, is amassing an elite team of super villains to cause mayhem on Earth. She's picked some of the best.
Nebula; warrior daughter of Thanos.
Eliza Harmon and Trajectory; Two personalities that share the same Speedster body...
Missy flicked the last of her letters into the time portal, brushing off her hands of and smiling widely to herself.
She pulled out her compact to check her lipstick- and the perimeter. Not surprisingly, she was surrounded. She rolled her eyes. The Sontarans were so stuck up. While most Races didn't like Humanoids barging in and throwing unidentified things into their Time Portals, the tank they had rolled in was completely overreacting.
She pivoted, throwing them a winning smile. "Oh, hello! I didn't see you there!"
"You are intruding on Sontaran land!" the lead Sontaran barked- at least, she thought it was the leader. Sontarans all looked the same. They were a military race, all cloned.
When most sentient life happened to meet an entire race devoted to glory in battle and death to intruders, they would panic. Missy waited for that reaction to overtake her, but it didn't.
Instead, she laughed.
The Sontaran's eyebrows raised, as if he didn't expect that response. "You mock us?" he roared, as if he was trying to sound frightening, even as expressions of confusion and dismay crossed over his bulbous brown face.
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"No, no!" Missy giggled, shaking her head. "You're just quite... imposing," she managed to say, " I don't know why, but you all juts make me crave baked potatoes. Baked potatoes with butter."
The Sontarans just stared. "I do not compute," one of them said.
She leaned forwards, "Hate to break it to you, Tater-tot, but you look like a potato."
They did, all of them. They were scarred and lumpy, with bald heads and high foreheads. The entire race looked like someone had glued faces to a batch of potatoes and stuffed them into armor.
"Attack!" The Lead Sontaran screamed.
Missy blew a kiss and pressed a button on her vortex manipulator, giggling with glee as the space-time current swept her away. The Sontarans would never find her.
