Lord Dominator’s ship fired on the skullship as they fled! The smaller ship didn’t have the firepower to take on something so heavily armed, the insurance wouldn’t cover it! Lord Dominator’s ship then shot the skullship’s engines and halted it! Inside the skullship was pandemonium as Watchdogs and Daleks prepared for a potential boarding scenario. The ship rocked as a docking tube clamped onto it. The Watchdogs and Daleks were pointing their guns down the corridor leading to the skullship’s tongue, the blast doors sealing the way off. The Watchdogs gripped their weapons as the Daleks’ limbs and eyestalks twitched. Sparks then flew from the blast doors as if someone on the other side was cutting through them! The doors then exploded and infected Daleks swarmed in, along with various robots of different types. The robots and infected Daleks were the better shots, sadly, as many Watchdogs and Daleks fell to their firepower. “WITHDRAW!” called a Dalek.
“REGROUP!” shouted another.
“YOU HEARD THEM! FALL BACK!” shouted a Watchdog. It became a running firefight as Dominator’s forces swarmed the hall.
“There isn’t going to be enough time to process all this data!” wailed Peepers.
“We must move all data onto an external drive!” replied the Dalek.
“Way ahead of you!” called the Doctor as she held the sonic screwdriver to the computer console. “There!”
“All data is downloaded onto your sonic probe?” asked the Dalek.
“All of it!” confirmed the Doctor. “And it’s a sonic screwdriver, thank you.”
“Doctor, here!” called Peepers as he handed the Doctor a set of keys.
“What-?!”
“Commander Peepers is correct! Your survival is paramount!” barked the Dalek. “You must leave this ship! Take all research with you!”
“But my friends-!”
“Peepers, where’s the Doctor?!” called Hater over the comms.
“With me, Sir!” replied Peepers.
“I’ve got her friends waiting at my van! Wander and Sylvia are staying with us to hold Dominator off!”
“Understood, Sir! I’m bringing the Doctor now!” Peepers ended the call.
“I will give covering fire!” barked the Dalek.
“Thank you, that would be appreciated,” replied the Doctor. “Peepers, the van, please?”
“This way!” called Peepers. As he led everyone out, the Dalek turned and shot the computers in order to slow down any attempts by Dominator to hack it.
Lord Dominator, a terrifying figure, both in the suit, and showing off her real body. Lord Dominator had activated her suit and had torn a Dalek’s limbs off, scaring the creature. One of her bots then arrived. “Search of main computer core: complete. No anti-viral research detected.”
“Where is your friend?!” demanded Lord Dominator, her helmet’s voice modulator making her sound masculine. “What have you done with the Time Lord?!”
“Daleks are not friends with any Time Lord!” replied her prisoner. “We are in a temporary alliance with Lord Hater to discuss trade!”
“If you’re here to discuss trade, then where’s your ambassador?!” Lord Dominator punched through the Dalek’s midsection, then pulled her hand out, tearing the Dalek out of its casing. The sudden shock of being disconnected from its nutrient feed killed the creature. Lord Dominator tossed it aside. She then deactivated her suit and revealed her lime green skin and black dress with a thigh slit. “Tear this monument to tackiness apart until you find the Time Lord and all the research they’ve conducted!” she ordered her bots in her natural voice. “And bring me the passengers! I want them ALIVE!”
Peepers and the Dalek brought the Doctor to the hangar where Hater’s van was parked. Hater was there with Amy, Lurra Rus, Draykor, and Demurra. “DOCTOR!” called Amy.
“Can anyone drive a van?!” called the Doctor as she flashed the keys.
“Gimme!” replied Demurra.
“Doctor, you’re our last hope!” said Hater. “We’ll delay Dominator as long as we can! GO!” Everyone piled into the van and Demurra started the engine.
“Opening hangar doors!” reported the Dalek. The hangar opened and the van flew off into space! Just in time too! Dominator’s forces attacked! They destroyed the Dalek and stunned Hater and Peepers.
“Their condition is non-fatal,” said a bot. “Inform Lord Dominator that we have prisoners.”
Hater and Peepers were brought to the bridge. Hater looked to his left to see… “Lord Dominator!” he hissed. “Only you would be so bold! The Galactic Villain Alliance will not sit still for this! When they realize that you attacked me for no-!”
“Don’t act so surprised, bone-breath!” replied Dominator. “There IS a reason for my attack and you know it! You brought a Time Lord aboard this janky ship! I want to know what research they’ve conducted against my virus!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” snarled Hater. “I’m busy conducting trade negotiations with the Da-!”
“You and the Daleks are trying to find a cure for my virus and roped the Time Lord into helping you! Bots, take them away!” The bots escorted Hater and Peepers to Dominator’s ship. One of the bots stayed behind.
“Warning,” it advised, “holding Hater and Peepers is dangerous. Their victory thanks to Wander has made them the leader of an alliance of villains that will obey Hater.”
“I have traced the origin of the time corridor net to this ship,” replied Dominator. “Now they remain my only link to the Time Lord they tried to ensnare.”
“They will die before they tell you anything.”
“Leave that to me. Send a distress signal and then inform the GVA that all aboard were killed.” Another bot then approached Dominator. This one was one of the bots that stormed the hangar.
“Lord Dominator, there were five passengers of this ship that did not stay. All likely evidence is that they used Lord Hater’s tacky van to escape. The missing passengers are King Draykor, Princess Demurra, Lurra Rus, Amy Rose, and the Doctor.”
“The Doctor?!” asked Lord Dominator. “So, my virus forced them to work with their greatest enemy! They must have taken that van to escape. Send a detachment to find them, Command Bot 43. See to it personally. There’ll be no one to stop me this time!”
The van made its way back to Draykor’s castle. Everyone got out and entered the castle. “We have to save them!” urged Draykor.
“And we will, but I need to get started!” replied the Doctor.
“There’s a lab in the basement!” offered Demurra.
“Perfect! Now, let’s get going! I’ll explain what I learned as I go!” Everyone then went into the lab. “Now, Lord Dominator managed to get ahold of a virus that the Daleks encountered before. A while ago, the Daleks were at war with the Movellans, a race of humanoid robots. Both sides were so reliant on logic that the war was a deadlock. Each time one side attempted a stratagem, it was instantly anticipated and countered by the other’s battle computer. The Daleks brought back Davros to try and reintroduce some illogical thinking, but my first encounter with the Movellans resulted in them discovering the Daleks’ true nature as biological organisms in tanks. The Movellans developed a virus which exclusively attacked Dalek tissue. The Dalek fleet was destroyed and those who survived went to separate parts of the universe to avoid further infection and work on a cure. After a period of factionalism, the Daleks found a cure and fought against the Movellans again, winning their new war. Lord Dominator must have stumbled across a sample of the Movellan Virus and mutated it with Volcanium X, making a new strain that the Daleks hadn’t accounted for.”
“And you’re making a cure for them?” asked Lurra Rus. “What happens after that? Do you think they’ll leave us alone?”
“I doubt it, and I’m not creating a cure for the Daleks, per se.” The Doctor’s friends looked at each other, wondering what was going on in her head.
On Lord Dominator’s ship, Wander, Hater, Peepers, Sylvia, and the Dalek Supreme were in a cell. The Dalek Supreme looked outside the cell bars. “…My Daleks…corrupted!” it said.
“Lord Dominator’s really lost it!” shuddered Peepers. “What if she makes a virus that infects US?!”
“Don’t,” muttered Hater. “I’m depressed enough as it is.” Wander looked at the sorry state of affairs, then pulled a banjo out of his hat somehow. He then began strumming.
“Wander, is now really the time?” asked Sylvia.
“My fair Hatey, pick your chin up,” sang Wander.
“Things are bound to get better.
Yeah, the gal of your dreams,
Is still deadly it seems,
And it’s still good you didn’t wind up together.”
“Cease singing!” ordered the Dalek Supreme.
“My Fair Dalley, don’t you give up.” The Dalek Supreme looked at Wander in confusion. “Dalley” wasn’t a word usually used by non-Daleks.
“It ain’t a total disaster.
Hey, it’s still the Doctor’s go,
She’ll put on a show,
And do a lot of fun stuff we’ll get to laugh at after.
Seems like you’re becoming,
Becoming people a little less full of hate!” Peepers and Sylvia looked at each other in disbelief.
“Sure, Dominator’s got an unstoppable army,
And a…maniacaldeterminationtodestroyourwholegalaxy,
But you know what I think is great?”
“Please listen to the Dalek!” Hater begged quietly.
“I’m talking about buddies!
Sure seems like we’re becoming friends!
Buddies!”
“We are not ‘buddies’!” insisted the Dalek Supreme.
“And buddies stay buddies ‘til the very end!”
“Silence!”
“I know you’ll try to deny it!”
“I speak the truth!”
“Chase me round the galaxy and try to hide it!”
“You will be silent!”
“We’re buddies.”
“EXTERMINATE!”