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Post by The professor on Apr 30, 2011 12:01:22 GMT -5
(OOC: Ok, modified it)
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Post by The Master on May 8, 2011 14:53:54 GMT -5
Four light minutes from Earth, above the plane of the ecliptic...
"Is eve-ry-one a-board, Uuls?"
"Yes, Cap-tain," she responded.
Irkk watched the confused reports from Cardiff on one subscreen on his travel machine's display, and chuckled. Chovek had certainly been... efficient. His propensity for excessive firepower had left an entire city block in flames, and he had amused himself by shooting down emergency response craft as the rest of his team transmatted out.
"Have the co-ord-in-ates been down-load-ed into the navi-gation com-pu-ter?"
"Of cour-se, Cap-tain," Uuls responded with just a hint of offended dignity.
"Then lay in a course. Our new nation awaits us."
Seen from outside the Slyther seemed to shudder, then grow translucent, then vanish entirely. Its realspace interface dematerialized, the Dalek battlecruiser hurtled through the vortex. Its destination, the alien world known as Spirodon.
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