The Battle For Arcadia

[The Fifth Doctor]

The General walked through the corridor of the Pillar Of Autumn, a sudden shake knocked him off his feet, more Daleks, must be an Anti-Air gun..., he got back up, brushed himself off and walked into the bridge. He walked up to a small podium, and turned on his built in microphone.

"Are we all here? There doesn't seem to be any seats unfilled, so we are good...." The General said in front of the specially trained Time Lords, he wasn't the only General here, the Valeyard was in the room next to him, but he was already half-way through his speech, "ok, as you know we're gathered here to take the planet of Arcadia from the scourge of the Dalek fleet and claim this planet for the noble Time Lord race and all that, this isn't training school anymore, this place is a major battle ground, we have crucibles, we have Cybercarriers, we have every type of Dalek you could possibly think of on this planet, we all know why, because of the rich content of Kaiuanium on this planet, one of the ingredients of Dalekanium and the Cyberchampions primary source of power, we can't lose this fight, or it'll be the end of us... that's all I can say, we have 10 minutes 'til drop people, and you might wanna pack a spare pair of undies, I know i'm gonna."

[The Valeyard]

The Valeyard wasn’t crazy about his own race. He had already tried to kill the council once, during the same time he had tried to destroy his or more clearly the Doctor’s Sixth self. But somehow he still found himself involved with the War, he doubted they would win. Even thought he was a future regeneration of the current Time War involved the Valeyard wasn’t sure how this battle would end, time was changing at all times, he couldn’t even trust his own memories. But even without them, he was aware of what was happening and the chances of a victory were very little.

For that same reason the Valeyard knew he wasn’t staying for long, he would play for the Time Lords. But he wasn’t going to die for them or this Universe. The Valeyard had worked hard to become a full being, to gain some extra lives from the Time Lords. He wasn’t throwing all that work for a pair of old men that had never even left the Citadel. No wonder they were loosing, most of the Time Lords didn’t even know about war, about the Universe. The Daleks on the other hand, had known battle all their lives. Their species had been born from a war, what else could they do.

As of now he stood in a small podium, other Time Lords were present. Some he knew, others he didn’t bother to know. In the end they’ll all end up dead after all. You saw someone today and tomorrow they had a new face, the next day they were dead. They were simply soldiers to him, the time of friendships was long gone. He had been speaking, stopping when someone else joined the them. He looked at the General, following him until he fully joined them.

“How delightful for you to finally join us, I think we indeed are all here. I hope you have some news to share with us, maybe a small explanation for your delay.” He wasn’t even sure he was late, frankly the Valeyard just wanted to be a bit irritating toward the other Time Lord. He found a strange pleasure from annoying the Doctor’s old friends(even if they had been his own old friends).

[The Fifth Doctor]

"Can we not start with this? You were early, I was on time, but that doesn't matter, we're gonna drop soon, we can't be bickering while we're being shot at by Daleks can we?" The General said.[/size][/font]

[The Master]

The Tower of Luminous Twilight, Silvestrium City, Dalek Occupation Zone, Arcadia...

Irkk fumed inside his travel machine. "This is madness," he muttered to himself. "We - I - should be on the offensive. Not forced to sit here, defending a static spacetime node, saddled with the Cyberchampions."

Around him, Daleks slid about the command post in pursuit of their various tasks and assignments. The room - a spacious and elegant chamber, supported by green-veined marble columns - was packed with squat and functional machines of various types.

"You are trou-bled, Co-mman-der?"

Irkk spun his eyestalk. The IFF signature of the approaching travel machine had already informed him of the identity of the speaker, but he felt it was important to show courtesy to his command staff.

"Yes, Paahkz. I am."

The blue and white travel machine driven by the commander of Irkk's scientific corps slid to a halt. "Why?"

"This a-ssign-ment is fool-ish. We are tasked with de-fen-ding a-gainst a foe that can strike from an-y-where and from an-y-when."

"Our pa-trols con-stan-tly mon-i-tor for ret-ro-caus-al in-cur-sions," was Paahkz' calm reply. He was familiar with the moods of the Black Dalek. "We have de-ployed gravity spiders through-out our occ-u-pa-tion cone. Ar-ca-di-a's noo-sphere has been laced with para-psychs. We have made any a-ttack that is launched a-long a tem-por-al vect-or cost-ly be-yond the a-bil-i-ty of the Time Lords to stom-ach."

"For now."

"Yes," Paahkz agreed. "For now."

A Dalek piloting a crimson travel machine slid into view, and came to a stop. Irkk's optic turned. "Yes?"

"Co-mman-der," the Dalek shrilled, "Long range sen-sors are in-di-ca-ting mul-ti-ple con-tacts."

"De-tai-ls?"

The pilot of the crimson machine checked her internal data feeds. "For-ty con-tacts with vor-tex dis-place-ment sig-na-tures con-sis-tent with Type 90 TAR-DIS-es. One thousand fifty hea-vy cru-sers. Two hun-dred dread-naughts. The con-ventio-nal hyper-lum-inal vess-els are in a stan-dard cone of batt-le for-ma-tion."

Irkk considered. "De-fen-sive screens to max-im-um pow-er. Ground bat-ter-ies are to cal-cu-late firing so-lu-tions and take shots as they are pre-sen-ted."

"I o-bey!"

"Or-der the Cy-ber-cham-pions to eng-age the hy-per-lumi-nal war-ships. Keep our own batt-le sau-cers in re-serve. Let the cy-borgs ex-pend their strength blun-ting the con-vention-al for-ces."

Inside his black and gold travel machine, the wet slit that served Irkk as a mouth twisted in a loathsome approximation of a grin. Finally. Something to do.

Outside, the first of the needle beams volatilized a column of air as it hurled an incomprehensibly powerful stiletto of destructive energy towards the first enemy ship to attract its attention.

[The professor]

The professor sighed. He hadn't wanted to fight. Just a while ago, he had been getting married. Now he was fighting to stop the daleks. He pulled at the thread of his jacket. As most time lords were wearing, he was wearing light body armor. Except, unlike most of the other time lords, he was wearing more pieces of armor then any of the other time lords.

He sighed again. He looked ahead, and saw a dalek advancing, yelling "Exter-minate!" The professor pulled out his alpha mason rifle, and aimed. He had concentrated the beam a few minutes before. He yelled "YOU WANT TO EXTERMINATE ME?! YOU'LL GET EXTERMINATED!" The professor pulled the trigger, and the blast, which was very concentrated, managed to break through the daleks eye stalk. He grinned in satisfaction, but he also felt sorrow. He didn't want to fight.