The Eighth Doctor Adventures: Resurgence of the Daleks Part 1

The Daleks have always been here.

Through the many centuries of the Earth's history, the Daleks have been a guiding force in the development of the human race and the world around them. They built structures which could be marvelled at, created technology that no man could have ever dreamed of making, and extinguished all beings they considered to be a threat to the planet. The Daleks were the Guardians of the planet, always there to build and provide aid and nurture. The human race would be nothing without the Daleks.

Except none of that was true. The problem was, the whole world believed these lies. The Daleks had indoctrinated them all to believe this history, and had forbidden the true past from ever being known. Nobody knew this. Well, nearly nobody.

Across the planet, prisons had been established for all enemies of the state. Enemies of the state were either actual threats to the planet's safety, or those in the know about the true history of the planet Earth. The Daleks wished for all evidence of this history to be exterminated, and therefore they exterminated those who knew anything about it. Freedom fighters were in plenty. But not anymore. Only few people remained who were aware that everything they knew about themselves was a lie.

In one of these prisons, Zone 808, Deborah Armstrong strutted through the corridors of the vast, white building ahead. In front of her was a door, which when opened, led to a series of other doors, each containing their own prisoner. Deborah used the key in her hand to unlock one of the doors. A man was imprisoned inside. Deborah grabbed this man and pulled him towards her frantically, and led him back into the direction she came from.

Dozens and dozens of doors, leading to identical corridors, were opened. Deborah held this man tightly towards her, chained up in secure bonds. They eventually reached a door labelled “Interrogation Zone”. Deborah unleashed herself into the room. All that was in this interrogation room was darkness. Just black. Everywhere. No light in sight. No objects in sight. No people in sight. Nothing. Deborah and the man could not even see one another anymore. Suddenly, lights began to flicker, as the darkness began to fade away, and the surrounding areas became more visible than they had been beforehand. Deborah had placed the man on a chair, still imprisoned and unable to move. She sat opposite him on another seat, as the room was filled with silence for a moment.

The man and Deborah just glared at each other, both visibly angered by the other's presence. The man looked around him, and just like the corridors outside, everything was just white. It was better than the endless darkness that appeared to him when he entered the room, but it's blandness and dullness as a facility did not aid his view towards it. The deathly silence continued for a few moments, before being intruded by speech.

“Do you know what will happen to you today, Mr Brown?” Deborah asked the man, perching herself at the edge of her chair and granting him a deathly response.

Mr Brown took a while to respond, gathering together a form of tension between the two of them, but he eventually filled this void of speech. “Of course I do. I know what you’re going to do to me, and I’d like you to get it done quickly, quite frankly.”

Deborah frowned. “You know full well that this will not be a quick process. You need to be punished for your crimes that you have committed against the state, and towards the name of the Daleks. So then, Mr Brown, is there anything left you’d like to say to me before I go ahead? You won’t have any other chance.”

Mr Brown’s expression turned slightly, to a much more jovial one than he had been wearing before. “You really believe their fiction, don’t you?”

“There is no fiction to believe. Only the truth.”

“Of course you’d say that! Or is that you don’t want to be exterminated? If you stand up to the Daleks, like I did and my colleagues did, you will be exterminated. Is that why? Is that why everybody is so afraid to rebel against them? The Daleks are not even here on my termination day to kill me. They don’t scare me. You don’t scare me. But you are obviously too scared to stand up to them.”

Deborah slammed her finger down on a button in front of her, causing light to fill the room. Mr Brown’s head shook desperately as electricity began to flow into the direction of his brain. In only a matter of seconds, Mr Brown’s head dropped down, as he passed away. Deborah grinned smugly, before rising up from her chair and departing the room. She closed the door behind her, before pressing a white button on the door frame. She opened the door once again, and the room was empty once again. She had gotten rid of the body.

As what she had done began to dawn on her, Deborah slid down the wall and on to the floor, as a tear was shed from her eye. It was only a slight tear, but it was evident as it trickled down her face. She pulled herself up from the floor, and strolled back towards the direction she came from. Deborah entered a building which was labelled “Deborah’s Office”, unlocked the door and walked through. Like the other rooms, it was barren and desolate. All that was there was endless blankness. Just nothingness. 

She pressed a button on a control panel placed beside her desk, causing a screen to propel itself along the wall from the bottom to the top. It was a slow process as the screen continued to move itself along. Finally, an image flashed up. It was blurred at first but became gradually more clear. The image showed a Dalek. Although the image was pixelated, the creature, now in a black and white variant, was still visible.

“Is it done?” The Dalek asked, projecting its voice towards the room.

Deborah nodded. “It is done, but members of KELM still remain. They shall be hunted down, we promise you, leader. I shall make it my duty.”

“You know what will happen if you fail.”Deborah nodded regretfully. “I do, but I promise you that I will not fail, master. They are enemies of the state, and enemies of the state must not remain alive at all costs. They will be exterminated. You have nothing to worry about.”

“History is ours, and ours is the only history. All enemies shall be eradicated. Seek, locate, destroy! Seek, locate, destroy! Seek, locate, destroy!”

Resurgence of the Daleks

Part 1

The Doctor woke up on the floor of the TARDIS console room. He lifted himself off the floor and propelled himself towards the console. His memory was hazy regarding his most recent adventure. He looked at the area he had just lifted himself up from to notice it was surrounded by a pool of blood which was slowly integrating itself into the floor. The Doctor chose to ignore it, swiftly moving on to whatever adventure would await him next, rather than pondering whatever had just been. He pulled a switch which caused the doors of the TARDIS to swing open, as he raced out of the doors.

What awaited him was 1990s Britain. The Doctor grinned, taking in the area around him. The TARDIS had found itself in a rather pretty place, a park which appeared peaceful and silent. Birds were chirping, trees were whistling and people were strolling about, taking in their everyday lives. Hung on one of the trees was a poster, which sparked the Doctors interest. He always loved information. What was on the poster alarmed him.

The poster had a picture of a Dalek printed in a large sized image, with the caption reading “You shall obey the Daleks, at all costs.” He dropped the poster on the floor out of shock, as the wind caused it to float away into the sky. From a distance, he noticed a Dalek approaching him. He turned around, and two more were approaching from another direction. Nobody seemed to notice. The people of England were just taking in their everyday lives, not noticing the approaching Daleks.

These Daleks were coated in silver colourings all over, approaching at quite a fast speed. The Doctor reached into his pocket for his sonic screwdriver, but noticed it was no longer there. He darted back into the TARDIS, checking the controls on the ship. It seemed like he was in 1990s Britain after all. But this could not have been right. The Daleks could not have been here. Surely they could not have been?

The Doctor raced back outside of the TARDIS, where he noticed the three Daleks coming towards him were now reasonably close. He walked towards them, as they continued to hover towards his direction.

“How do you do, Daleks?” The Doctor asked, sarcastically, attempting to figure out what was going on. “I hope you’re having a pleasant day!”

The Daleks eyestalks all turned towards his direction, making the Doctor anxious. One of them spoke. “What is this blue box that you departed from? What is it? It is a very familiar contraption to the Dalek kind. We have come across it before.”

“It’s my police box, of course! I am a policeman! Yes-That’s what I am!”

The Daleks looked confused. “The only form of police on the planet are our recruits. You are not one of our recruits.” One of them neared the Doctor, pressing their manipulator arm towards his body. They began to analyse him, taking in his DNA. “You have two hearts. You are a Time Lord. You are an enemy of the Daleks. Exterminate! Exterminate!”

The Doctor backed away. “Ah, there’s no need to be that hasty! I just want to know what is going on here, that’s all! I turn up here in an ordinary park on an ordinary day in an ordinary time on an ordinary planet to see that the Daleks are here, and nobody is even scared. That’s not ordinary in the slightest. I want to know what you’ve done here, Daleks.”

“You shall come with us. You shall be escorted to Zone 808 where you will be held. You are an enemy of the state! You are an enemy of the Daleks!”

The Daleks propelled the Doctor forward against his own will. People walked past, not paying any attention to the Daleks or their new prisoner. It was as if this was just normal for them now. And it had been for their whole lives, as far as the people of the planet were aware. The Doctor appeared confused as he continued to be escorted along by the Daleks. 

Suddenly, a blast was directed into their direction. The Doctor ducked down as a Dalek was disintegrated by a white ray of fire that had been targeted towards them. The Doctor ran behind a tree to protect himself. The two remaining daleks moved forward, both of which managed to avoid another approaching blast that had been shot at them. Two successive rapid shots managed to destroy them both, eliminating their parts entirely.

The Doctor revealed himself from behind his makeshift shelter, searching ahead of him to see who had eliminated the Daleks. He was cautious that they may have been after him too. The Doctor moved slowly forward, squinting ahead of himself.

“It’s alright, you don’t need to worry about us!” A voice announced. “We only came here to get the Daleks. We only came here to save you from them.”

“Thank you, that’s greatly appreciated but I can deal with them myself. Reveal yourself!”

A male figure emerged from behind some shrubbery, tightly clutching a weapon in his hand. The Doctor rushed towards him. The mysterious man turned around to check for Daleks and other people, but there was nobody in sight.

“My name’s Patrick. Patrick Shaunessy. I’m a member of the KELM organisation. You must have heard of us, surely. We are quite renowned.”The Doctor shook his head. “I can’t say I have. It’s nice to meet you, Patrick.”“So if you’re not a member of the KELM organisation, then why did the Daleks want you? What have you done exactly?”

“It’s quite complicated.” The Doctor replied. “Me and the Daleks have a long history.”

“All of us on this planet do. Or at least, pretty much everybody thinks they do. The Daleks did something to the people of the world, and I don’t know why, but we’re immune. I’m guessing you can join us in the fight against them. You won’t be able to go back to living a normal life now you have rebelled. They’ll be after you.”

“That’s fine! Never liked normal anyway. So the Daleks have implanted themselves into the history of the planet? They’ve indoctrinated the whole population of the planet, give or take a select few, into believing they’ve always been here?”

“Yeah. Most of the rebels have been killed, or exterminated as they like to put it. It’s only me and a few others remaining. All of them have been taken to the prisons, and the camps, and have never been seen again. They haven’t been here long, but it’s difficult to tell exactly how long it’s been since they arrived.”

“The Daleks are dangerous. You’re not going to be able to bring them down, Patrick.”

“We’re putting up a fight. Look, we need to get out of here. The Commanders and the recruits will realise that we’ve destroyed one of their own. I’m going to take you back to our base. I hope that I can trust you are not a Dalek spy.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, I would never be a dalek spy.”

Patrick smirked. “Good, good. We need to take cover, this instant.”

There were slight shimmers through the sky. Noises, sounds of some kind. The Doctor looked above him to see Daleks materialising into the atmosphere. They began to hover down towards the surface. Patrick signalled the Doctor to run, which of course he did. The Daleks descended through the sky, hunting them down. Patrick grabbed his gun and tried shooting at them, but he was running too quickly to achieve an appropriate aim. They ducked down as the Daleks continued to fire at them. Patrick reached into his pocket, revealing a small triangular object which fitted into the palms of his hands. He pressed a small red button causing both of them to become invisible to the Daleks. Within no time they found themselves in a form of shelter.

“Where did you get that technology?” The Doctor questioned. “We just became unoticeable to the Daleks, and you shouldn’t have technology of that capacity? You shouldn’t be beating the Daleks. That’s not possible.”

“You have no idea of what is possible at KELM. The Daleks will find us eventually. They always do. In the meantime, I want to introduce you to my friends. If I can find them, of course.”The Doctor looked around. “I can’t say I understand what KELM is. It’s just a simple form of rebellion, is it, or is there something more to you than meets the eye?”

“Too many questions. I don’t see why I should answer. I don’t even know your name.”

“You never asked. It’s the Doctor though. I’m sure over the next few minutes you’ll find out just how extraordinary I am, just as I am right now about you.”

Two more figures entered the hut, from a different direction than the Doctor and Patrick had come through. There was a woman in her late twenties, with ginger hair, wearing a long trench coat and sunglasses, and a man, in his early thirties, also wearing the same costume. 

“Who the hell is this?” The woman asked, glaring at the Doctor suspiciously. 

“Yeah, Patrick, we told you not to invite any outsiders. They could be Dalek spies. We can not risk losing everything we’ve worked to gain.” The other man continued.

“It’s fine. It’s fine. We can trust him. This is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Zara Mendies and Keaten Langford. I hope we can all manage to get along well enough. The Doctor too is a fugitive of the Daleks.”

Zara glared at the Doctor again. “I didn’t think there were any other members of resistance outside of KELM left alive.”

“Think again.” The Doctor replied. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“I don’t trust him.” Keaten expressed. “I mean, he’s called the Doctor, apparently. Does he not have an actual name? I bet he’s one of them. He’s a plant, I’m sure of it. They want us gone. They want us gone through whatever means necessary.”

“You have nothing to worry about. You can trust me, I promise you.”

Keaten shifted towards him, close up to his face. “And why should we believe that? Prove to us that you are an enemy of the Daleks. Prove to us you are not a recruit.”

“Because I’m not from here. I’m a time traveller, and I found myself here only a few moments ago believing that this was just an ordinary time and place. Little did I know that this planet had been infested with Daleks. I have travelled through the cosmos, and this is an event I never knew took place. The Daleks have manipulated everything I knew about this world, and I haven’t even been here for five minutes. I travel the universe in my little blue box defeating threats and I always succeed, and I intend to succeed here today. If you trust me, then I can guarantee you that the Daleks will be gone and everybody will remember history the way that it should be remembered. Are you okay with that?” 

Keaten nodded. “Yeah, yeah, I am. All of that is absurd but I believe it.”Zara giggled. “Strangely enough, so do I. I think I’ve just gotten used to the unusual.”“So you’re a time traveller?” Patrick asked. “You’ve come across the Daleks elsewhere, on other worlds and in other times? We were right in thinking they haven’t always been here?”

The Doctor nodded. “Everywhere there is a dalek, there is death. I believe that is the same here. It’s most likely that they’ve found a way to invade history to make the people of the human race trust them, and then when the human race least suspects it, the Daleks will kill them all. The problem is, they’ve changed time, so anything could happen. Today could be the last day the human race stands.”

Zara grabbed a gun from a wall on the side, and placed it on to her shoulder. “Well we better go and make sure that is not the case.”

“We’re going Dalek hunting.” Keaten announced, before proceeding to grab a series of weapons and place them across his body.

“Wait, where are Jora and Keif?” Patrick asked them before placing weapons around himself. They stared at him blankly. “They’re in the prison?”

Zara nodded. “Prison 808. Jora, Kief, and all the other freedom fighters that have not yet been executed reside in there. We are going to break in, break all of the prisoners out, and kill all of the Daleks that are inside.”

The Doctor appeared concerned. “Are you sure that is a good idea? This place sounds dangerous. I know I would do it, but there’s a high chance you won’t get out alive.”

“If there’s a chance to get this world back to the way it was, then we will take that chance.” Keaten announced, as he continued to prepare himself. “The main problem is getting into Prison 808 without anybody seeing us. It’s very heavily guarded.”

The Doctor smirked. “I have a way. We just need to get back to the park where me and Patrick met. I’ve got a machine which can get us inside the Prison in a matter of seconds.”

Inside of Prison 808, Deborah slumped herself down on a wall in her office. A tear began to pour down her face. She pulled herself up off of the floor, and slowly creeped towards a desk located in the corner of the room. Hastily, Deborah tore out one of the shelves from the desk and searched through it frantically, looking desperately for something. She eventually seeked out what she was looking for: A revolver gun.

Deborah could not do this anymore. The endless murder. The endless cruelty. She knew that the Daleks were vicious, and intent on destroying the Earth as she knew it, and yet she still worked for them. She could not do it anymore. She needed a way out that was not extermination. She placed the shelf back on the desk. After this, she placed the gun inside of her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Deborah prepared to pull the trigger.

The door of the room unlocked as a man hurtled in. He grabbed Deborah, pulling the gun away from her, causing it to drop out of her mouth and towards the ground before she had a chance to take a bullet. Tears began to collapse from Deborah’s face. Deborah let out a large groan as she attempted to grab the gun from the floor, but the other man, dressed in similar uniform to hers, kicked it away towards the wall.

“You know full well you can not be using that, Deborah.” The man said. 

Deborah nodded, choosing not to speak. The man strolled towards the other side of the room, grabbing the gun and placing it inside of his shirt pocket. He then left the room, closing the door once again. Deborah raced towards the door, attempting to open it but it would not budge. She knocked on it, but nobody came. Tears began to trickle rapidly from her face. All the guilt of the jobs she had committed to came to her at once. Deborah screamed as she threw one of the shelves towards the wall, creating a large, chaotic noise. She hurried towards the wall, knocking into it and in turn, knocking herself out. She collapsed to the floor, creating a thud as her head fell to the ground. Everything faded to white for her.

The next thing Deborah knew, the same man was standing in front of her. She was tied to the same execution equipment which she had tied Mr Brown to only a mere few moments earlier. Her vision faded. Deborah only appeared to have a mild understanding of what was going on. The man sniggered away.

“Hello Deborah. I’m so sorry I had to do this but I did warn you. I understand that you know the truth now, and we made it very clear that when you knew the truth, you could no longer be a part of this. It’s time for you to leave this facility.”

“I don’t understand.” Deborah muttered. “I cannot do this anymore.”

“Well now you will not have to, Deborah. We’ve got everything out of you that we needed. The Daleks owe quite a lot to you, and everybody shall soon learn the extent of the contribution you have given to our facility.”

“Please! I beg of you! Don’t end my life!”

“You know that will not work, Deborah. You had a purpose, and you have served that purpose now. It is time for you to face extermination.”

The man slammed down his hand on the control panel in front of him, causing Deborah’s brains to fry and her body to be electrocuted. Like Mr Brown earlier, she then ceased to live. The man grinned as she left the room, pressed a button on the exterior, entered again and then noticed that the body was gone. He looked pleased with himself.

Back inside of the rebels' shelter, Zara, Keaten and Patrick were still preparing their weapons. Just as they got themselves together, they heard a very familiar noise. The Doctor signalled all of them to step back. A dalek was approaching. That squeezing, crouching noise that a dalek always made was evident. 

“Give us those things that make us invisible to the Daleks. They’ll come in handy.” The Doctor remarked, as Patrick began to shuffle through his weapons collection.

“We used the last ones earlier.” Patrick announced. “I’m sorry doc.”

“That’s okay. And please don’t call me Doc. It’s just not acceptable.”

“We’ve got bigger things to be worrying about, boys!” Zara screamed, as the Dalek hurtled round the corner. She shot her gun at it, causing a red laser to fire from said weapon, but it missed. Keaten did the same, and again it missed. Patrick grabbed a small grenade from his pocket, threw it towards the Daleks direction, and landed just next to the creature. The Daleks eyestalk turned down to view it implode, as the Dalek disintegrated. 

“Come on!” The Doctor ushered. “We’ve got to make it back to the TARDIS.”

The Doctor led the way, as Patrick, Keaten and Zara followed, hurrying out of the tent. Three more Daleks descended from the distance. All three of the rebels fired their weapons towards the respective daleks, but all of them missed. One of the Daleks elevated itself into the sky, hovering above the Doctor and his new allies. Keaten aimed an aqua shaded weapon towards the sky, causing the Dalek to splinter into several pieces. The two other Daleks continued to shift themselves towards the rebels. 

Zara turned towards the boys, and smiled. “You may hate me for this, but I’m here to have fun just like the rest of you.”

“You consider this fun?” The Doctor quierried.

Zara smiled. She then grabbed a tiny white strip from her coat pocket, hurtling it towards the distance. Eight more Daleks appeared from out of nowhere. These Daleks began to shoot at the two pre existing Daleks, battering all of them and destroying them completely. Zara then raced towards the eight standing daleks, picked the white strip from the floor, and placed it back in her pocket, causing the Daleks to disappear.

“I’ve never seen that one before.” Patrick remarked. “Nice one.”

“We’ve got no time to talk!” The Doctor replied. “We’ve got to get back to the TARDIS.”

The Doctor continued to lead the rebels away towards the direction of the park. There was shrubbery apparent from the distance, which gave them all hope. The Doctor spotted the familiar blue box that he cherished so dearly ahead of him. Patrick alerted the others' attention towards a vivid and large screen which suddenly materialised with no prior warning. A black and white Dalek appeared on the screen. Following this, the faces of Patrick, Zara, Keaten and the Doctor all appeared, with a headline below labelled “These are the enemies of the Daleks. They must be exterminated. If you see them, you must exterminate them at all costs.”“Looks like they’re after us.” Keaten commented.The Doctor and the rebels headed into the main park. The heads of the citizens who were strolling inside of the park turned towards the four of them. One of them raced towards Patrick, grabbing his throat and throttling him. Zara grabbed her gun and shot the stranger, causing him to disintegrate into several pieces. Another woman hurtled towards Keaten, grabbing his weapon and aiming it towards his direction. Patrick raced towards the woman, disarming her by forcing the weapon out of her hands forcefully. Various other citizens darted towards them, but the Doctor managed to direct the others into the TARDIS before they could attack them.

The TARDIS lit up, revealing the beautiful, magnificent, wondrous, remarkable sights that laid ahead. The Doctor grinned as he saw this familiar object, glistening in its current light. The rebels looked around them, as the Doctor hurtled towards the console, piloting in the coordinates of the prison. Even though he had never been to the Prison before, he had predicted the coordinates correctly.

“So then, what do you think about my ship?”

“It’s a bit…” Patrick began, before giving a large pause.

“Brilliant? Magnificent? Unbelievable? Bigger on the inside than the outside?”

“Rubbish.” Patrick finished his sentence, leaving the Doctor visibly offended.

“This is my home, I’ll have you know! I didn’t march into your tent and call it rubbish! The cheek!” The Doctor glared at the console, as it made a significant pinging noise. “It sounds like we’re here. Prison 808. Prison of the Daleks.”

“I’ve never been here before.” Zara remarked. “I’ve only heard rumours.”

“Rumours are almost never true. Except that’s a lie. Look, whatever you’ve heard about this place is probably bad, because this place is probably bad. And by bad, I mean very bad. I’ve only known you for about ten minutes, but I already quite like you, and you have potential to be good, so I don’t want you dying out there. This place is most likely going to be dangerous. After all, it is overridden with daleks. You all need to be prepared. Promise me that you are.”

Keaten nodded. “I’m more prepared than I ever have been for anything else before. We’re gonna go out there, and destroy the heck out of some daleks.”

The Doctor pressed a button, which released the doors of the ship. The rebels all followed out of the TARDIS; Zara first, then Keaten, then Patrick. The Doctor followed on last, closing the doors of the ship from behind him. 

What awaited them was not what they expected. All that they could see was white: An endless pale detention centre with no apparent objects or people in sight. It was just blankness. Although nobody had ever escaped the prison alive in order to provide a description of what it was like, this was not what they expected the aesthetic of Prison 808 to be like. Despite this, Patrick, Keaten and Zara continued to walk.

Patrick spotted a Dalek coming from a corridor beside them. It shot at Patrick, but he managed to avoid its blast. Zara grabbed her weapon and shot it at the creature, but nothing happened to it. The Dalek was unlike any they had seen before-coated in a silver casing which appeared to protect them from any form of weaponry. The Dalek neared its way towards them, leaving them hopeless as they attempted to shoot at it with their weapons.

The Doctor walked towards the Dalek, slowly and steadily, approaching it. The Dalek paused for a moment, as if it were scared of him. Patrick, Zara and Keaten watched on in amazement as the Doctor confronted his enemy.

“How did you do this?” The Doctor asked. “How long is this going to last?”

The Dalek paused. “You are rebels. You are enemies of the Daleks. You are wanted criminals. You shall be exterminated instantly.”

“Go on then, do it. Exterminate me. I don’t mind.”

Zara turned towards Keaten. “Is he mad or something?”

The Doctor turned his head around towards them. “I’m sure we’ve covered this already. Yes, I am mad, but mad is a good thing.” He turned back towards the Dalek. “Ah yes, where were we? I was going to ask you how you managed to do this to the planet Earth and its people.”

Keaten screamed. “Watch out Doctor!”. A grenade darted towards the Dalek, causing the Doctor to hurtle towards the floor. The grenade disintegrated the Dalek completely.

“I might have gotten somewhere then.” The Doctor remarked.

“What were you hoping to achieve? We came here to destroy the Daleks and release the prisoners, not to die. Do you have a death wish or something?”

“I was hoping that I could find out how the Daleks achieved this erasion of history so that I could find a way to stop them and get things back to normal. I’m not stupid, you know. I do know exactly what I am doing. I suggest that we all split up.”

Zara sniggered. “Since when were you the leader around here?”

“Since the moment you met me. Zara, come with me as you are my favourite. Patrick and Keaten, you go off and deal with the Daleks elsewhere. Attempt to find out how they did this and try to release as many prisoners as you can.” Keaten and Patrick both nodded, as they headed into the distance. “Oh, and don’t get killed!”

Keaten grinned. “We’ll try our best not to, Doctor.”The Doctor and Zara split off from the others, heading off in the opposite direction to Keaten and Patrick. They entered a corridor where the Dalek that they confronted came from. Zara clutched a weapon tightly in her hands, ready to aim it towards any Dalek that she came across whenever it was necessary to. The Doctor was weaponless, as he usually was, and as usual, he was prepared for the situation even though he was not armed. The two of them continued to wander through the repetitive and dull corridors.

“Don’t you want a weapon?” Zara asked, grabbing a weapon from her shoulder and offering it towards the Doctor. “I think you might need it.”

The Doctor shook his head. “I don’t do weapons. But thankyou.”

“You know that you’re not going to get out of this alive without a weapon?”

“I never carry a weapon when I’m facing a Dalek, and I always seem to get out of it alive, so I think I’ll be fine.” They continued to walk forward, observing the void that surrounded them. “You know, I like you, Zara. I know we’ve only just met, but you seem to be brave, and strong, and full of corrage. I’m sure you’ll go on to do good things if we get out of this and stop the Daleks today.”

Zara grinned. “Thank You. If I’m honest, I’m not sure what to make of you yet. You’re interesting, I’ll say that! You just seem to be very complicated.”

“That I am. But complicated is good.”

A Dalek suddenly materialised from in front of them, shooting out an extermination ray towards them. Zara threw herself towards the Doctor’s direction as the Daleks ray hurtled towards his direction, but it was too late. Zara fell towards the ground, as the ray shot into the Doctor's body, causing a skeleton to appear. Zara grabbed a grenade from her pocket and bounced it towards the Dalek, causing it to perish instantly. She then kneeled down towards the Doctor, who had now collapsed on to the ground.

“Doctor?” Zara said. “Doctor? Are you alright?”

The Doctor struggled to speak. “I don’t think so, Zara. Carry on, Zara, please.”

“I can’t carry on. You’re one of our team. Can you pull through?” Zara pulled the Doctor up from the floor, carrying him on her shoulder. “You’re going to be okay, Doctor.”

“Yes, Zara, I think I will be, but only if you get me back to the TARDIS. Can you do that for me? Can you take me back towards the TARDIS?”

“We need to go forward, not back! We don’t have enough time, Doctor.”

“Then go on without me.” The Doctor responded. “I need to get back to the TARDIS.”Zara nodded. “Alright, Doctor, but please be careful.”Elsewhere, Keaten and Patrick observed the surrounding areas as they strutted across the prison. They grinned at each other, marching down a row of rooms. Keaten neared one of them which was labelled “Room 764”, and knocked on it. There was no response. He sighed. These were the rooms where the prisoners were held, or so he believed. Patrick knocked on another door labelled “Room 765” but again there was no response. They continued to stroll down the corridor, knocking on every door they came across, but there was no response from any of them. They kept trying though. If there was a chance of releasing the prisoners, then they would take it.

Keaten observed the sides of the wall which the doors were placed along, and noticed a small white button delicately placed on the edge. 

“Look!” Keaten alerted, as Patrick rushed over to see the white button he had pressed. Keaten pressed the button, causing the doors surrounding him to open. “Ah, there we go! We’ve released them! We’ve released the other humans!”

Patrick looked around him. “I don’t think the things inside there are humans.”

And he was right. What descended from the cells was not human at all, only humanoid. It may not have been Dalek, but it was certainly not human. The beings simultaneously took a step outside of their cells, clutching their weapons tightly inside of their hands.

They were Ogrons. Hundreds and hundreds of Ogrons.

From every cell, an Ogron emerged, prepared for battle, aiming their gun towards Patrick and Keaten. Patrick and Keaten turned to each other, and then proceeded to dart their way down the corridor in an attempt to escape. The Ogrons blasted their weapons towards the rebels direction as they continued to sprint away. It was no use. Patrick and Keaten were surrounded by Ogrons. Everywhere they looked, the bruntish and ape like soldiers cornered them. Patrick raised his hands, in an attempt for surrender.

“What are you doing?” Keaton asked, turning towards Patrick. “We can’t surrender.”

“We don’t stand a chance against those things! There’s thousands of them! We might as well surrender.” Patrick turned back towards the many Ogrons in front of him. “We hand ourselves in to you.”

“No, Patrick! You don’t know what you’re leading yourself into!”

One Ogron, who appeared to be the leader, stepped forward in response. “You be killed. You surrender. You die. No need for prisoner. All life on Earth wipe out.”

The Ogrons geared up their guns. More and more of them descended from the distance. There must have been thousands of them now. Patrick and Keaton both closed their eyes, in preparation for their inevitable deaths, both holding their hands out in the air.

Zara continued to trudge into the distance, through the endless and empty districts that awaited her ahead. She held various weapons close to her chest. From the distance, she could hear the shiftings and groanings of a Dalek. She ducked behind a wall as the Dalek approached her from in front. It did not see her. Zara grabbed a grenade from her pocket, hurtling it into the distance, disintegrating the Dalek. She jumped up in the air in excitement. Reaching into her pocket, Zara picked up another object. She checked it, and groaned. Frantically, Zara tapped on a series of buttons and switches, but nothing happened. The device’s screen transformed itself into a countdown, with “60 seconds” written on it, and slowly counting down in the descending direction. Zara dropped it onto the ground as she raced back in the opposite direction from where she came. Eventually she reached the area where Patrick and Keaton were, which was now flooded by Ogrons. Zara shot at an Ogron in front of her. It instantly collapsed to the ground. All of the other ogrons turned towards her direction, making the surrendering Patrick and Keaton apparent to Zara.

“Are you here to save us?” Keaton asked. “Because we’re in a bit of a pickle.”

“We need to get out of here,” Zara warned, alerting them. “The prison is about to implode. I took a bomb with me and activated it by accident. It will blow this whole building to pieces.”

“You die anyway.” One of the Ogrons said, grabbing her forcefully.

“We’ve got about a minute. This whole place is about to go up. We need to get back to the Doctors ship. I think the Doctor’s gone back there himself.”

The Doctor crawled in the direction of the TARDIS. He sprawled out his body, reaching the door of his time machine, and opening it. He hoisted himself inside, but he did not have the strength to get up and close the door. Forcing himself across the surface of the console room, the Doctor pulled his body towards the control panel. 

From behind him, a Dalek elevated itself into the console room. The Doctor, hopelessly continued to try and crawl away from it. He looked down at his hand, beginning to glow up in a luscious shade of orange. He was regenerating. 

His face began to become transfused by the essence of regeneration. His entire body glew up in orange. He stretched out his hands as they too became encroached with energy. He gasped out loud as he began to regenerate. The Dalek aimed its eyestalk towards him, letting out a ray of energy which blasted the Doctor completely to the floor. The regeneration energy vanished from his body. 

The Doctor was dead.

To be Continued...