“Thankfully,” the Doctor said as Michael finished, “we put Irina in the Zero Room, where one floats in air to fix themselves or stabilizes one’s condition. That Dalek Gaia Memory wasn’t anywhere near as powerful as a Dalek’s gun.” I ran my hands over my face.
“Okay, I have good news and bad news,” reported Emily as she finished. “Good news, Irina’s alive and is demonstrating brainwave activity. Bad news, brainwave activity isn’t evidence of consciousness. Rather, it’s an endless dream from which she may never wake.”
“What can we do?” I asked.
“The only thing we can do is keep calling to her,” replied the Doctor.
“The only logical choice for starting the process, given Irina’s relationship with him,” I mused, “is Mikhail. Mikhail, could you…Mikhail? Mikhail, where are you?!”
“Hey, where’d Michael go?!” asked Ankh.
“Don’t forget Richard, he’s gone too,” observed Batman. A thought struck me.
“You don’t think…?” I quizzed.
“It’s possible,” theorized Batman
“Hey, guys,” called X-PO, “I’m hearing some chatter from Michael, Mikhail, Richard, Rusty, Elphaba, Wyldstyle, and Eiji in the gateway room. The phrase ‘Make Davros hurt’ was thrown around. Any reason leap to mind?”
“Those idiots!” I hissed.
I stood at the gateway. My sister, Irina, was in a coma. Anger was directing my actions, anger that I feel is justified. “You seek revenge!” said a harsh, grating, metallic tone.
“Da,” (yes) I replied. Rusty glided to my side.
“On just Davros?” asked the Dalek. I turned to face him.
“You’re not stopping me?” I asked.
“I wish to help you!” replied Rusty.
“Ah, anything to make the Daleks hurt,” I guessed.
“Why just the Daleks?” asked an American voice. I turned to see Michael and Richard coming.
“Not this time, you two,” I directed.
“Your sister was hurt under my recent command,” argued Michael. “Honor must be satisfied.”
“And you helped me when Emily was beaten black and blue by one of her bullies that wanted her to commit suicide,” continued Richard. “I would be ashamed if I didn’t help.”
“What’s this I hear about getting revenge?” asked a woman. Elphaba came in. She had regained her ability to fly on a broomstick. “Trying to make this Davros character pay? Wasn’t he acting under orders?”
“It’s within Vortech’s sick mind to make us hurt,” hissed another voice. Wyldstyle came up with Eiji.
“You all wish to assist?” I asked.
“You need an attacker from the sky,” replied Elphaba.
“My Master Build abilities are handy,” offered Wyldstyle.
“And I’ve got a Combo that can take care of any cheaters,” replied Eiji.
“Then what are we waiting for?” I asked. “Set dimensional coordinates for Skaro!”
“No!” barked Rusty.
“No?!” I roared.
“Blindly rushing into Dalek territory,” explained Rusty, “is self-extermination! We must draw Davros out!”
“And to do so,” supplied Elphaba, “we need to make Vortech hurt. To do that, we need to hit where it hurts most, his wallet!
“Go on,” I invited.
“Vortech has set up Nonexistium mines in Rusty’s native universe,” answered Elphaba. “We strike at a big one and tell Vortech to send Davros our way at the next one.” I mulled it over. On the one hand, I wanted to make Davros pay quickly, but, on the other hand, blindly rushing at the Daleks will ensure my death. The cons of rushing at the Daleks outweighed the pros.
“Like I said, set dimensional coordinates for a big mining operation in Davros’ universe,” I said.
“I obey!” replied Rusty.
“How is this POSSIBLE!!!” roared Vortech. “Four missions, all in D-0-C-T-0-R-W-H-0, and only Igura succeeded in hers when she got the Foundation Element! You, Rani, nearly affected my plans with that dimensional manipulator nonsense! The universes you would have made would have faded in 2 hours anyway. Believe me, I tried that before getting the Foundation Elements. You, Yeti, perhaps it was a mistake to sever you from the Great Intelligence if the Gaia Memory is too complex for your processors!” Vortech turned to me. “So? I didn’t hear your excuse, Davros!”
“Because I have none,” I replied. “We failed to destroy the Doctor, nothing more.”
“Then why do you smile?!” snarled Vortech.
“I have news that may…interest you,” I answered.
“Speak quickly,” hissed Vortech.
“I took the liberty of testing the Maximum Drive of the Dalek Gaia Memory the Rani had so graciously created,” I explained.
“You don’t have a Maximum Drive slot,” observed Vortech.
“You don’t need a belt to initiate a Maximum Drive,” I answered. “I fashioned a weapon from a Dalek gun to allow it to use a Gaia Memory and decided my escape was a perfect test.”
“You…used the Dalek Maximum Drive?” guessed Vortech. I turned to one of the prisoners, a Mr. Sergei Kuznetsov.
“Do you know the true name of Kamen Rider Climb?” I asked him.
“My daughter, Irina,” answered the man. A thought struck him. “No. You didn’t!”
“I call the Dalek Gaia Memory’s Maximum Drive Dalek Extermination!” I laughed.
“You are bluffing!!” protested Sergei.
“I never bluff when one has died at my hand,” I answered.
“Then perhaps this day is not totally lost,” mused Vortech.
“If we can be so sure,” growled Sauron as he stomped into view. “It HAS been a while since any of us have killed one of the Vortex Riders.”
“Because it has been a while since a DALEK was provided the opportunity to do so,” I reminded.
“Really now?” snarled Sauron. “Because the mutants under my command during my time in the DC Comics world were utterly useless!”
“You dare call the Daleks mutants!” barked one of my children.
“My creations have enslaved entire worlds, Sauron,” I recalled, “while you sent your pathetic Orc forces after a simple ring!”
“You must be lying!” denied Sergei. “There’s no proof Irina is dead!”
“If it’s proof you want,” I chucked, “I am all too happy to provide.” I let a holographic projector do its work. Horror had spread across his features. “Word of advice, a scientist is always willing to give proof!”
“THAT’S MY DAUGHTER!” roared Sergei. “DAVROS, I WILL KILL YOU!”
“You are welcome to try!” I countered as I charged my hand with electricity.
“Enough!” shouted Vortech as he threw up a barrier between us. “Davros, are you certain that Kamen Rider Climb was exterminated?
“With this very Gaia Memory, Lord Vortech,” I replied as I pressed the button.
“DALEK!” it announced.
“Is everyone ready?” I asked.
“For Irina!” cheered Michael.
“For the Multiverse!” called Wyldstyle.
“For making Davros pay!” shrieked Rusty.
“For paying off old debts,” declared Richard.
“For a new chance at life!” called Elphaba.
“For my friends!” cheered Eiji.
“For honor!” I called. “POYEKHALI!” (Go!). We charged into the portal and fell through the vortex.
“You Riders might want to change before we arrive at the mine,” suggested Wyldstyle
“Good thinking,” I replied. Eiji put in his Medals and the rest of us drew our i.d tags. Eiji told us how his transformation abilities work, so I knew what was going on when he scanned his Medals.
“HENSHIN!” we announced.
“TAKA! TORA! BATTA! Tatoba! Tatoba, TATOBA!” sang Eiji’s OOO Driver. The rift opened to let us into a mine. The coordinates were set to the Cybermen’s home world of Mondas. What we saw was a sight I never thought was possible, but, given that Vortech has a hand in this, he may need the cooperation between the Daleks and Cybermen. Both species were working together to mine for Nonexistium. The mines were large enough but had special machinery that regenerated the metal once it was exhausted.
“Quite a bit of Daleks and Cybermen,” muttered Battle.
“How do we deal with them?” I asked.
“Set off minor explosions in random areas,” suggested Battle. “Get all enemy forces to investigate. Clear out any enemies near a communications console. Contact Foundation Prime to draw out Davros. After stating our demands, blow the place sky high and move on to the mines on Skaro.”
“Khorosho,” (Good) I declared. “Find explosives and spread out.”
“It’s a pity she was wearing her mask,” I said to my children as we went down the hall in Vortech’s fortress. “But, I can only imagine the terror she felt as she fell to the technology you, my children, have made. Lord Vortech now understands that the difficult tasks are best assigned to the Daleks.” We passed by a couple of Tarlaxians, Discornia and a creature made of purplish putty with red eyes and a vaguely humanoid form called Sludgiona.
“Hell spawn,” muttered Ms. Sludgiona in a burbling voice.
“Impure mutants!” snarled Discornia. Now, Hell spawn, I can let slide, but calling my Daleks impure mutants…! We turned to face them.
“What did you say?!” I growled.
I must say, the Rani is the worst lab partner ever. We were fixing up the Yeti Vortech had acquired and she was griping all the time. “Fixing things up was so much easier when Urak was around!” she moaned
“Spare me!” I hissed as I adjusted the jaw. It was then I heard Dalek gunfire. The Rani and Yeti heard it too.
“What is going on out there?!” demanded the Yeti. It got up and stepped out of the room. “How are these ladies supposed to…!” It didn’t get far as a Dalek blast shot his jaw. It goggled at the broken implement. “I JUST HAD THAT FIXED!” it roared, pulling out its Gaia Memory.
“YETI!” announced the Memory.
We had set up the explosives in the mine and acquired hiding places so the enemy wouldn’t see us. Battle told us to wait until the Daleks and Cybermen had concentrated their forces at the explosive sites. Thank goodness Wyldstyle can Master Build explosives. “Not yet,” motioned Battle. “Wait. …NOW!” We pressed the detonator that Wyldstyle built and the explosives went off.
“ALERT! ALERT! EXPLOSIVES DETECTED IN MINE!” screamed a Dalek.
“Moving to delete hostile elements!” reported a Cyber-Leader.
“Seek! Locate! Exterminate! Annihilate! Destroy!” ordered a Black Dalek. The enemy started investigating while a single Dalek and Cyberman guarded the communications terminal. These two were…different from the rest of their species. The Cyberman looked like he was in a silver bodysuit that simulated piping woven into it, had a chest piece with exposed wiring, a helmet with larger handle supports around the ears, a see-through mouth plate, and totally circular eye holes instead of the tear-drop design. The Dalek was gunmetal grey with black sensor globes, possessed tiny dome lights instead of the large ones I was used to, and a white light in the eyestalk with a black dot in the center, making the eye look like it had a pupil.
“Those are a Dalek and Cyberman from the 80’s!” whispered Battle. “What are they doing still in operation?”
“Sshh!” I hissed. “They’re about to speak. I want to hear them.”
“Cyber-unit L-4-R-R-Y,” droned the Dalek.
“Yes, Dalek T-1-N-4?” asked the Cyberman.
“Cyber-unit Larry?” asked Guard.
“Dalek Tina?!” snickered Battle.
“SSSHHH!!” I hissed.
“Do you wonder why we’re here?” asked Dalek Tina.
“I suppose that is one of the universe’s greatest mysteries,” mused Cyber-unit Larry. “Why are any of us here? Are we some cosmic coincidence or is there really a god with a plan for us? That kind of thinking keeps me from fully recharging.” There was a brief silence.
“No,” elaborated Tina. “I meant, why are we here guarding a communications terminal instead of investigating the explosions?”
“Oh,” replied Larry.
“What was that stuff about God?” asked Tina.
“Nothing,” answered Larry. I motioned for us to move.
“If you wish to find out about God’s existence,” I announced as I drew my blade, “I am all too happy to help in that regard. If you wish to live, move aside. I’ve come for Davros. Stand down and be spared.”
“ALERT!! ALERT!! INTRUDERS IN THE COMMUNICATIONS CAVERN!!” screamed Tina. She didn’t get very far as I ran her through with my sword. Larry then grabbed a silver tube with a red cylinder on it and trained it on us. Battle then opened a small bag and threw the contents onto Larry’s chest. It was gold dust and the instant it landed on him, Larry started sparking and giving off a death rattle. He fell, dead. I ran my fingers over the dust and examined it.
“A Cyberman killed by glitter? That’s ridiculous!” I declared.
“Not when it’s an early model Cyberman,” elaborated Battle. “The glitter’s made of actual gold.”
“You mean to tell me you turned gold into glitter in case you meet this kind of Cyberman?” I asked.
“Exactly,” replied Battle. “Coat the chest unit of these early model Cybermen in gold and you suffocate them.”
“I see,” I muttered. I then returned my focus to the mission. “Wyldstyle, take Guard with you and build a bomb big enough to level this place. OOO, Rusty, keep watch for the enemy. Elphaba, clear an escape route for us. Battle, help me open a line to Foundation Prime.”
“Just look what they’ve done!” snarled Igura as she stormed up to me in her Kamen Rider Talon persona.
“Spare me the dramatics,” I dismissed. “The Yeti’s jaw can be fixed.”
“This isn’t about the Yeti or me, Lord Vortech!” protested Talon. “The Daleks are creating dissension among the ranks! These savages are a threat to our plans! They should be confined! RESTRAINED EVEN!”
“I said that about you when your group came here,” muttered Ambassador Hell.
“Besides, you could not produce restraints strong enough to hold a Dalek!” boasted Davros.
“Loooord Vortech,” droned a Cyberman. This one was in a zip-up bodysuit, had a large front unit with wires and piping everywhere on the body, a cloth mask with eyeholes and a lantern on top of the head where the handles connect. As it spoke in a stilted monotone with some words drawn out and the others run through rapidly, the mouth opened but made no movements to form the syllables, “weee have recieeeved an eeemergency transmission frooom theeee Nonexistium mines ooooon Mooondas.”
“What seems to be the trouble?” I asked as I gave a glance to a broken Sergei.
“Uuunnknown, Lord Vortech,” reported the Cyberman. “Theee caller will speeeak only tooo you.” I accepted the call.
“T-1-N-4, L-4-R-R-Y, what is it?” I asked, assuming that it was the Dalek or Cyberman at their post. The voice with the Russian accent surprised me.
“Nice operation you have here,” snarled the caller. “Sadly, it is under new management.”
“Mikhail?” asked Sergei, sadly, knowing that Irina’s death affected his son as well.
“Kamen Rider Gallop,” I guessed. “The Rider that fancies himself a Cossack.”
“I have a bit of Cossack training,” answered Gallop. “My horseback skills are unmatched. However, like Irina, I fancy myself a swashbuckling pirate. Speaking of pirates, with the help of my team, of course, I just robbed you of one of your big, juicy mining operations.”
“The loss of ONE asset is hardly a blow to my cause,” I dismissed.
“Perhaps,” threatened Gallop. “But, I shall keep attacking them one by one until you give me what I want!”
“And WHAT, pray, is that?” I asked.
“The demon that put my twin sister in a coma!” declared Gallop. Wait, what?
“Coma?” I repeated.
“Mikhail, are you saying Irina lives?!” asked Sergei excitedly.
“Da, Papa,” replied Gallop.
“You are a liar!” hissed Davros.
“Davros,” called another voice. “Not so nice to hear you again.”
“Kamen Rider Battle, you saw Climb fall!” snapped Davros, correctly identifying the voice.
“We got her into the TARDIS and discovered that the Maximum Drive of your Dalek Gaia Memory gave off a low yield blast,” explained Battle. “Thanks to the Doctor’s efforts and to the efforts of our medic, Irina’s alive.”
“KHOROSHO!” shouted Sergei, his pain of having to bury his daughter now gone.
“So,” continued Gallop, “here is the deal. We’re going to hit the Nonexistium mine on Skaro. If you would care to meet us there, Davros, perhaps you can save Vortech from another loss. Oh, and Vortech, just in case you ever wondered what an exploding mine of Nonexistium sounds like…” He left the channel open as he pressed the button on a detonator.
“Escape ship primed and ready!” reported Rusty as he flew it to us. I snatched up some studs, 245,000 in total, and put them in a bag. Might as well make some profit. We jumped aboard as the bomb started shaking. We sped through the caverns before the bomb blew up. The explosion started catching up to us. We escaped…what’s the expression…by the skin of our teeth. The entrance collapsed as Rusty flew us to Skaro.
To say that Vortech was livid would be an understatement. As the transmission ended in static. Vortech strode angrily towards Davros. I smirked under my helmet. “Keep away!” yelped Davros.
“You’re hardly in a position to order anyone around,” hissed Vortech. He swatted Davros’ hand aside and pressed a button. The chair started beeping and lights turned off. Davros was trembling violently until he pressed the button again. He started getting his breath back. “You allowed Kamen Rider Climb TO LIVE!!” roared Vortech.
“Daleks,” chuckled Sergei with a fat grin on his fat face. “Not, er, up to snuff, I believe is the expression. Isn’t that right, Talon?”
“You, shut up,” I ordered.
“Lord Vortech,” begged Davros, “I swear upon the Daleks, Irina could not have survived her wounds!”
“Well, the evidence says otherwise!!” roared Vortech. “It appears I am owed a Vortex Rider’s life. And if it’s not Irina’s, it had better be Mikhail’s!”
“Approaching Skaro!” reported Rusty. Battle was not exaggerating when he said Skaro was one of the worst planets to look at. It was blood red, had three moons, sickeningly green clouds, and two major continents divided by a mountain range.
“We’re being hailed,” called Battle.
“Tell the Daleks that we’ve come for Davros,” I rumbled.
“Funny,” continued Battle, “it IS Davros on the other end. He said that he’s ordered an escort to bring us to the mine near the Petrified Jungle.”
“A hasty trap that we shall spring,” I declared. “Tell him we’ll follow the escort on the path they chose.” Michael did as he was told and we followed the Dalek Escort to a stone-like jungle. Nearby was a tall city. The mines were about a mile to the city’s south. We landed near the entrance to see Davros and a horde of Daleks surrounding us. Michael described him perfectly on Vorton. “I see you were busy after Michael came here last,” I observed.
“Whereas YOU have been stupid enough to seek revenge!” ranted Davros.
“Prerogative of a brother when his sibling is harmed,” I replied.
“Speaking of visits,” recalled Battle, “I would have figured, after your sewers attacked, you would have drowned in the corpses of your children.”
“Not when there is an escape pod to be had,” answered Davros.
“And a nearby Dalek ship to collect you, I surmise,” guessed Battle.
“Ah!” exclaimed Davros. “There, I was fortunate.”
“Oh, for a moment, I guess,” I mused. “I’m thinking that Vortech didn’t like hearing about my sister’s survival.”
“For the time being,” countered Davros. “Comas can go both ways.”
“True,” I conceded. “But, I can’t help but feel there’s an unanswered question. Why are you working for a thief like Vortech?”
“You cannot steal what is simply a random object to most people,” answered Davros. “No one, aside from Vortech, is interested in the Foundation Elements!”
“Not what I have heard,” I declared.
“As Vortech’s people, the Vortonians, have been exterminated,” ranted Davros, “and your friends are now fractured, you will not hear that claim again!”
“Do you never do anything but smash and kill?!” protested Wyldstyle.
“There, you are mistaken, Madam Wyldstyle,” argued Davros. “The Daleks have taken to calling me by my title on Necros.”
“The Great Healer?” asked Battle.
“A somewhat flippant title, I confess, but not without substance!” boasted Davros. “I have turned these Daleks into a raw war machine, healed them from the disease of defeat!”
“While working for Lord Vortech, I notice,” I observed. “Did the Daleks expect you to join him?”
“The Daleks understood that power over reality itself was ripe for the taking!” declared Davros.
“With you as their leader?” I asked. “You’re more man than Dalek.”
“So, what of the Dalek sewers?” asked Battle. “Or will they still rot down there?”
“You should know me better than that, Battle,” hissed Davros. “I never waste valuable resources.”
“How can the dead be valuable?” I asked.
“Because the dead make excellent concentrated protein!” replied a Dalek.
“My children are developing their galaxy quickly,” continued Davros. “Nutrient loss WAS one of the empire’s major problems.”
“You’ve turned the inhabitants of your sewers into food?” I said, repulsed at the idea.
“And it has placed me above even the Emperor Dalek!” raved Davros.
“And you lot are okay with resorting to cannibalism?!” I called to the Daleks.
“The dead are only useful in prolonging the living!” replied a Dalek.
“I’ve heard enough!” I declared as I drew my blade. The others got ready to fight.
“If you would permit me,” interjected Davros, “I’d like to show you a new ability I have.” He pulled out the Dalek Gaia Memory Battle had described on Vorton. “Are you familiar with Dopants?”
“Sorry?” I asked.
“When an organic creature is implanted with a connection for a Gaia Memory,” explained Davros, “It gives them power and a form based on the Gaia Memory. The resulting creature is called a Dopant. The only thing that can cause a Dopant to revert to its host’s original state would be a Maximum Drive, where all the power is focused in one attack.” He then pressed the Memory button.
“DALEK!” it announced. Davros then put it into his chair. Light flowed around him as data symbols came over him. His shape soon changed. His chair turned into legs with the lower legs looking like a Dalek’s skirt. He gained a new left arm where the forearm looked like the gunstick, with a gun barrel hidden in the palm, and the right arm had a plunger hidden in the palm. The head looked more like the Dalek dome with the eye embedded in it.
“You now bear witness to the Dalek Dopant!” cheered Davros’ new form. We got ready to fight. OOO extended his claws and rushed at Davros. Davros sidestepped and punched OOO on the spine. Wyldstyle built a cannon out of some Daleks and fired, but Davros shrugged it off. I changed into Wyldstyle Steel and built off the cannon, making it bigger. The two of us fired, but Davros leapt over it and attacked. Wyldstyle broke the cannon and rebuilt it into a combat suit for Rusty. Rusty plugged in and went on the offensive. Davros used the plunger in his hand and lifted him up into the air.
“ALERT!! ALERT!!” he squawked. “SUIT MALFUNCTION!!”
“Get out of there!” I yelled. Rusty shot his way out as Davros tore the battle suit in half. Battle and Guard did a double team attack and swiped at Davros repeatedly. Davros started laughing!
“That tickles!” he jeered. Davros then threw them into me, knocking the wind out of us. He then started laughing. “I see that your green skinned friend is gone!” he called. I looked up and grinned under my helmet.
“A spell to halt the progress ahead!” chanted Elphaba’s voice. Davros started looking around. “To freeze, to bind my foe in red!” Red chains from the air wrapped around Davros. He was yanked into the air and was taken for a ride by Elphaba! She had regained her cackle as she flew, writing “Surrender, Daleks,” in the sky. Davros then managed to plant his feet on the ground. Elphaba stopped and tugged on the chains. Blue light then appeared beneath Davros’ feet as he took off, taking Elphaba off her broomstick! This time, he took her for a ride and made a diving maneuver towards the ground. Davros pulled up in time, but Elphaba did not. When she hit the ground, she lost her concentration on the chains, releasing Davros. We were at Davros’ mercy.
“Look at you inferior creatures,” he boasted. “Lying at my feet with merely seconds of your transformations left.” Why was Davros right? Our transformations cancelled out. “With my Daleks,” continued Davros, “I shall be utterly unstoppable! The Dalek machines being manufactured automatically…”
“I know the Doctor said this to you already,” interrupted Michael, “but it’s not the machines, but the minds. The Daleks are totally evil!”
“And I still do not accept that!” shouted Davros. “The Daleks are merely programmed to survive! To do that, they must become the dominant species! When all other life forms are suppressed, when the Daleks rule everything, then there is peace. Wars will end. Daleks are not a tool of evil, but of good!”
“And to prove your megalomania,” continued Michael, “you created a virus that would destroy all life on contact.”
“You must mean the Reality Bomb,” recalled Davros.
“What?” asked Eiji.
“Electrical energy binds our atoms and their individual parts together,” elaborated Michael. “The Reality Bomb cancels it out. Soon, all manner of matter falls apart, becoming dust, the dust becoming atoms, and the atoms…nothing.”
“Nothing?” I repeated.
“This was in response to a question the Fourth Doctor posed to this lunatic,” finished Michael. He turned to Davros. “If you were to create a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life…”
“You wouldn’t use it, would you?” I asked Davros.
“…To hold in my hand, a capsule that contains such power,” began Davros, “to know that life and death on such a scale was my choice… To know that the tiny pressure of my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything…Michael was right! The Reality Bomb was my virus! If the Doctor had not interfered, that power would have set me up above the gods! But I shall try again to make a new virus! AND THROUGH THE DALEKS, I SHALL HAVE THAT POWER!”
“How is that helpful to the universe?!” wailed Wyldstyle. “There’s no democracy! You would deny freedom! You would be unfair to everyone that isn’t a Dalek!”
“Democracy?” spat Davros, as if the idea were vile. “Freedom? Fairness? Those are the creeds of cowards. The ones who will listen to a thousand viewpoints and try to satisfy them all. Achievement comes through absolute power, and power through strength! You have lost!”
“Alert! Time capsule detected!” screamed a Dalek. It was then that a familiar noise rang through the air. Soon, Davros, Skaro, the Daleks, and all other things aside from me and my team faded to make way for the TARDIS’ interior. I made a mad dash for the door, but someone held me back.
“This does not concern you!” I bellowed.
“Wrong!” snarled a voice. The accent was Russian and the tone was feminine. It couldn’t be! I tried again, but the person started gripping my fingers. I turned to see a fully conscious Irina! She released her grip on my fingers. “You idiots better hope Davros can’t follow us to Vorton,” hissed Irina. “If he can, I’m holding you responsible, Mikhail.” There was venom in her voice. I didn’t understand why. I couldn’t dwell on it for long as the TARDIS lurched!
“That monster just latched on!” reported the Doctor, not knowing Davros’ new Dopant form.
I paced the Gateway room, waiting for that familiar Vworp the TARDIS makes. Emily and a new arrival that Hiroki recommended sat on the platform. They were eating some cake, celebrating a successful procedure that brought Irina out of the coma. He was a young Japanese surgeon that also functioned as a Kamen Rider. From what Hiroki told me, this man, Kagami Hiiro, was a genius surgeon at only 24. He was a bit cold, but it was clear he was trying to get over that. His Rider alias is Kamen Rider Brave. Equipped with the Gamer Driver, he uses a game cartridge, or Gashat, after the Japanese onomatopoeia for inserting a game cartridge into a console, based on a fantasy RPG called Taddle Quest to transform and gain power. Hiroki also said that if there was someone beneath Hiiro’s notice, he would dismiss them by saying their existence was a “No Thank You”. Given that Emily knew the medical terminology and tools to get Irina out of that coma, such a phrase wasn’t flung her way. “Careful, Meg,” warned Emily, making me twitch, “you’ll make a trench in the floor.” That was when I heard a Vworp.
“Ah, the Doctor’s returned,” observed Shōtarō.
“It sounds like she’s about to…” began Philip. He didn’t complete his sentence as the TARDIS practically bounced in with a monster hanging on the side. It then started beating on the doors.
“What in the…?” yelped Hiiro as everyone gawked at the monster. The monster then looked around.
“So, this is Vorton, the base of operations for the Vortex Riders. Quaint, compared to my children,” snarled the monster. It then turned to Shōtarō and Philip. “WHAT? W hasn’t left?! I’d best take care of you two first.”
“Philip,” directed Shōtarō, “access the Gaia Library on this monster.”
“Beginning the lookup,” reported Philip. A bright light then appeared beneath him as he shut his eyes. “Keywords?” he asked.
“Dalek Dopant,” answered the monster.
“Stay out of this!” I hissed. Philip then gasped.
“It’s Davros!” he yelped. Shōtarō goggled at the Dopant.
“That thing became a Dopant?!” he cried.
“Correct,” confirmed the Dopant, Davros. The occupants of the TARDIS then exited said time machine.
“You, idiots that decided on getting revenge,” I snarled, “go to my quarters. I’ll talk to you once I’ve dealt with Davros.” I drew out my i.d tag. “Henshin!” I then drew out a new i.d tag, the W i.d tag. I had to touch both Shōtarō and Philip at the same time to get it. I selected CycloneJoker for the specific form.
“W CycloneJoker Steel!” announced Vortoranii.
“CYCLONE! JOKER!” called the W Driver’s voice. The music for the respective Gaia Memories played. Shōtarō and Philip then pulled out their Gaia Memories, Heat and Metal. They pressed the buttons.
“HEAT!” called one.
“METAL!” called the other.
“Henshin!” announced the two men. Philip then put his Memory in the belt and passed out. Hiiro caught him and brought him to safety. Shōtarō then put his Memory into the belt after Heat appeared. He then opened the belt.
“HEAT! METAL!” called the belt. HeatMetal’s Memory music played as W twirled the Metal Shaft.
“And now, my turn,” declared Hiroki as he drew his i.d tag. “Henshin!” After the transformation sequence, he drew out his W i.d tag and selected the form.
“W LunaTrigger Steel!” called his belt.
“LUNA! TRIGGER!” announced the W Driver’s voice. An ominous glowing sound played followed by some rock guitar riffs. His steel looked like W, but it was yellow on the right side and blue on the left. We went on the offensive, Sengoku using his fancy katana in rifle mode, or tanegashima mode, as he calls it, and firing multiple shots, forcing Davros to try and seek cover. W made multiple hits with his staff and scorched him on impact. My punches and kicks had a windy effect to them. Soon, Davros could barely stand.
“This clinches it!” called W as he put the Metal Memory into his shaft.
“METAL! MAXIMUM DRIVE!” announced the Memory.
“METAL BRANDING!” shouted W. Sengoku then put his i.d tag into the rifle and leveled it on Davros.
“Final attack!” called the weapon.
“RIDER LUNATRIGGER BLAST: TRIGGER FULL BURST!” shouted Sengoku. I jumped into the air for a Rider Kick.
“RIDER CYCLONEJOKER KICK: JOKER EXTREME!” I announced. Sengoku then fired multiple homing shots on Davros. W’s staff lit up on both ends as he delivered a powerful blow to Davros. I split down the middle and both halves charged at Davros. First my right half, then my left. Both sides reconnected when I landed. I felt weird but shrugged it off. We then came together.
“Saa, omae no tsumi o kazoero!” we all finished. Davros’ Dopant body exploded, revealing his old self, and an ugly man he was, and the shattered remains of the Dalek Gaia Memory fell.
“NO! MY POWER!” wailed Davros.
“Doctor, take him to the brig,” I directed as we cancelled our transformations. The Doctor then grabbed Davros’ chair and pushed him to the brig.
“Release me, Doctor!” ordered Davros. “You will return me to Skaro!”
“Shut up, or I’ll switch you off!” threatened the Doctor. She soon brought him into the brig as I headed for my quarters. When I arrived, I leveled my gaze at the ones that tried to seek revenge. Those idiots looked pitiful, like children that were sent to their rooms to wait for the other parent to tear them a new one.
“Well?” I asked icily. “I’m waiting for your explanation.”
“You are…well within your rights to…” began Mikhail. Wrong way to begin.
“We’re not talking about my rights,” I snarled, “we’re talking about the fact that you let your anger towards Davros blind you.”
“Davros brought harm to my sister!” argued Mikhail.
“And she was hurt under my command,” supplied Michael.
“On top of that, he helped my sister,” answered Richard. “I owed him.”
“Besides, we need to make the enemy hurt,” mused Elphaba. Rusty nodded his eyestalk in agreement.
“YOU THINK THAT’S JUSTIFICATION FOR PETTY REVENGE?!” I roared. I turned to Eiji and Wyldstyle. “I didn’t hear your reasons!”
“They’re friends,” replied Wyldstyle.
“They needed backup,” gulped Eiji. I shook my head.
“I don’t believe this!” I shouted. “Tell me, does revenge ever complete anyone? Here’s a hint, NO! It doesn’t! It might fly with the Klingons, but we’re not Klingons and those are not Klingon uniforms! Irina almost lost her brother! If she didn’t convince the Doctor to find you, you would have been dead on Skaro, not even in your native universe! There is a limit to the amount of stupidity I can put up with and you’ve just crossed it! Now, I don’t want to hear another word about revenge or making someone hurt! In fact, I don’t want to hear about Davros being hurt while he’s our prisoner! Is that clear?!”
“Your Highness, Davros is too dangerous to be left alive,” retorted Michael. “He may try to…”
“Crystal clear, Your Highness,” interrupted Mikhail. “This will not happen again and Davros will not be touched unless you say so.”
“And I won’t be saying so anytime soon!” I snapped. “Now, all of you idiots, GET OUT!” They shuffled out of my room. “Oh, and Mikhail, I recommend you do everything in your power to make amends with your sister because she almost lost a family member and considered how to approach telling your dad about your death.” Mikhail said nothing, just nodded and shuffled out after the rest of his team. My room was empty, so I took a breath and sat down. Never, in all my life, had I gotten so angry. Then again, never, in my life, had I nearly lost my friends.