Of Death and Daleks (OPEN)

[The 11th Doctor]

Earth, UNIT Headquarters, The Valiant, Sub-level B, Area 9


LT. Corporal Sylvester Barron looked into the dark room through the bulletproof windowpane. He could just make out a metal...thing in the semidarkness.

"And you say this crashed into the Valiant a week ago?" The Corporal glanced at his notes again. "

The man next to him, Private Gregor Bane, nodded. "Yes, Baron 1." The Lt.Corporal nodded at the use of his codename. "It's one of those metal dah-leks from the Year of Ghosts incident, isn't it?" The Private glanced at the beast contained inside the room, then back at his superior officer. He nodded, then began to speak.

"Sir. We-" The Private began. The Lt. Corporal cut him off. "We?" The Private stopped. Seat rolled down his forehead. "That is...I and a few of the other men, have been thinking. That thing. It could be dangerous. You were in Cardiff that day, right? You saw what those
things did. And then the day those planets were in the sky. They invaded."

The Lt. Corporal raised an eyebrow. "And?" The Private stuttered, gulped and continued. 'And...we came round to thinking. This thing is dangerous. It could kill us. Kill us all."

Barron smirked. "The thing is an inanimate object. Armor of some kind. You saw the damage to the bridge, right? Took maintenance a week to fix it? Nothing, private, I repeat, NOTHING, could have survived that."

But even as the Lt. Corporal spoke, inside the dark room, the Daleks eye stalk began to flicker. Until finally, it shone bright red.

Black Dalek Shav, Bane of Gallifrey, Servant of Davros, was alive.

[The Master]

"Kill it," stated Lieutenant Jake Hill, seriously. "Ma'am," he added, almost as an afterthought.

Captain Magambo looked at the Lieutenant, still in mufti, then leaned back in her chair. "What makes you think it's still alive?"

"With all due respect ma'am, I'm cleared for VIOLET FOG. I've read the reports on these things, all the way back to the Auderly House Peace Conference, back in 1972. They were unkillable then, and they've just shown themselves to get harder to kill with each appearance."

She smiled, thinly. "It went through four decks like a bullet. There's no way it's still alive."

He shook his head. "We can't take that risk! Utah, Canary Wharf, the whole planet!" He was almost shouting, now. "They exist only to kill, and they will not stop!"

"Lieutenant!" she barked.

"If we let that thing recover, it will kill everyone on the Valiant as a warm-up!"

"Lieutenant!"

"And then? Then it will go on to kill everyone on this planet!"

She stood up suddenly, slamming her hands down on her desk. "You will listen, Lieutenant, and that is an order!"

There was a look in his eye, just for a moment, that made her step back and reach for her gun. The moment passed.

"Command has determined that we will keep the Dalek for study. Your concerns are duly noted, but there is no reason to believe it is alive. Now, you are dismissed."

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He slammed the door behind him, his hearts beating rapidly. "Fools," he muttered darkly. "I should leave you to die."

But he wouldn't. For two reasons. There was a Dalek, still alive. And he trembled with fear and anger at the thought.

And Kamali lived on this world. For her, he would save them all. Whether they wanted him to or not.