Stor

Commander Stor reacts to the Doctor’s assertion with cold, escalating dismissal, his finger tightening on the rheon carbine’s trigger. Unmoved by titles or theatrics, he enforces martial discipline through force, …

Commander Stor is not physically present in the visible frame but is the direct addressee of the Doctor’s question. His absence from the Chancellory chamber is implied, reinforcing the remote, …

Stor bristles at the Doctor’s taunt, wholly absorbed in the verbal duel and unaware of Borusa’s absence. His posture demands visible dominance, oblivious to the fragility of his command structure …

Commander Stor articulates Sontaran dogma with robotic confidence, his responses becoming hesitant only when questioned about mastery over time. His physical presence dominates the chamber.

Overhears the Doctor’s provocation and dismisses it as idle talk, standing resolute as the sonic pulse strikes. His posture stiffens as Kelner’s attempt to remove his helmet exposes the biological …

Stor broadcasts a chilling order through his communicator, mandating the capture of the renegade President alive while authorizing lethal force against those accompanying him. Unchallenged by presence or challenge, he …

Commander Stor dominates the scene with aggressive, authoritative body language, barking orders at his units while methodically eliminating perceived weak links. His verbal commands escalate from querying to commanding, culminating …

Commander Stor strides forward, commanding Kelner to follow while directing his attention toward the fleeing Doctor. His armored presence dominates the staircase action, enforcing martial pressure through sheer obedience and …

Towering over the entrance in his polished Sontaran armor, Commander Stor stands at the vanguard of the assault, voice slicing through the tension with imperious authority. His sharp command to …

Stor stands immobilized by frustration within the cold shadows of the President’s Office corridor, his polished armor reflecting the Thessorian chill. His voice cuts through the air like a blade, …

Stor detects an anomaly outside the President’s office and reacts with sharp suspicion, abandoning caution to investigate by forcing the door open. His aggressive movement and authoritative presence shift the …

Commander Stor asserts control by violently forcing the office door open, leading the charge into the chamber with a sense of martial urgency. His eyes scan the room for deception, …

Commander Stor advances the interrogation with relentless precision, his posture radiating dominance as he isolates Kelner’s omissions. His verbal attack on Kelner’s trustworthiness in the presence of the Vardans exposes …

Commander Stor towers over Kelner, his imposing armor reflecting cold authority. He alternates between rhetorical threats delivered in Sontaran to his aide and measured commands in Standard Gallifreyan. His voice …

Commander Stor’s voice rings out off-stage, disrupting the Doctor’s gambit with a peremptory rejection. Though unseen, his tone carries the Sontaran contempt for Time Lord authority and signals an escalation …

Commander Stor towers over Trooper Kelner, his imposing Sontaran frame dominating the cramped control room. His posture radiating barely contained fury, he paces impatiently while barking demands without acknowledgment of …

Commander Stor stands over the malfunctioning control panel, his massive armored form radiating barely contained fury after Kelner explains the circuits have been sabotaged. He strikes the panel with a …

Stor listens intently, his massive armored form looming in the cramped chamber. His response is immediate and unguarded, revealing a willingness to abandon caution for tactical speed. His posture suggests …

Stor stands over Kelner, his voice thick with biting condescension as he watches the Time Lord’s futile repairs with arms akimbo and a looming, armored frame.

Standing beneath the flickering emergency lights of the Forcefield Control Area, Stor processes Kelner’s report with rigid military precision. His respirator visor reflects the distorted glow of failing monitors as …

Stor strides into the console room, removes his helmet, and surveys the TARDIS with visible contempt. His commands to repair the ship go unheeded, revealing the ship's refusal to yield …

Stor stands over the smoldering remains of the inner door’s security bar, his polished armor streaked with residue from its melting. He speaks calmly despite the catastrophic turn, calculating the …

Stor ignites his helmet system, sealing his helmet with an audible hiss and reverting to armored formality. His towering Sontaran frame looms rigid, rejecting the Doctor’s mastery of the space …

Stor stands poised with his tracer device, initially frustrated by the Doctor’s biological barrier but quickly shifting to tactical pragmatism when Kelner proposes a viable solution. His praise for the …

Leads his forces into the TARDIS swimming pool only to discover the Doctor and Borusa have vanished, his momentary advantage evaporating in the labyrinthine ship.

Commander Stor arrives too late, leading heavy footsteps into the chamber to find the Doctor and Borusa vanished, his frustration palpable in clipped orders and failure to secure the prize.

Commandeering the entrance alongside Kelner, Stor strides into the pool area expecting immediate tactical dominance only to witness his lead soldier sent reeling by Andred’s ambush, forcing a reactive adjustment …

Stor approaches the sickbay door, surveys the interior through the glass panel, and shatters it with his fist before forcing his way inside with his Rheon carbine raised. He fires …

Stor smashes through the glass panel with his fist, bursting into the sickbay wielding his Rheon carbine, firing indiscriminately in frustration, wounding Andred and forcing the team to scatter.

Stor’s initial frustration boils over as Kelner’s inability to locate the ancillary power unit stalls his plans, prompting him to draw his sidearm in a striking display of martial authority. …

Stor’s frustration boils over into aggressive action as he draws his sidearm, the weapon’s hum slicing through the tense silence of the service passage. His towering figure looms over Kelner, …

Stor follows the Doctor into the cavernous swimming pool area, his towering armored frame clanking against grated flooring. His posture is rigidly disciplined, eyes locked on his prey. He strides …

Stor frees himself from the carnivorous plant’s grip, then violently removes his helmet—a deliberate act of dominance and vulnerability—to recast himself purely as a battlefield commander. His posture and voice …

A single Sontaran soldier enters the workshop only to be instantly vaporized by the Doctor’s Demat gun, highlighting the weapon’s devastating efficiency and the Sontarans’ vulnerability.

Stor stands atop the central dais, grenade aloft, a towering portrait of martial absolutism. He speaks with measured, metallic deliberateness, each syllable underscoring his readiness to erase entire civilizations for …

Perched on the dais, gripping the galaxy-ending grenade with fanatical resolve. He articulates the Sontaran ideal of glory in annihilation, rejecting compromise and meeting the Doctor’s interference with defiance.