Is it ok if I copy/paste here? If not then I’ll delete
And I presume that non-
40k is ok?
I wrote this 2 or 3 years ago, when I was 12, so it’s a bit off in places;
‘ALERT! ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED OBJECT ENTERING UPPER ATMOSPHERE!’ The thing screamed to its superior.
‘The warp engines have gone!’ shouted the captain ‘There’s no way out now! Corporal! Designation of the planet below!
‘DESTROY
IT!’ The superior screamed back, ‘ALL ALIENS MUST DIE!’
‘MISSILES PRIMED AND READY!’
‘FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!’
‘ZZ9 plural Z beta, sir!’
‘Oh no - not there! Anywhere but there! That’s where they come from!’
‘Who, sir?’
‘The enemy, you idiot! The Daleks!’
‘But… but it can’t be! Not them! Please not them! No! No!’
‘MISSILES UNNEEDED! OBJECT STATUS- DESTROYED!’
‘ARE THERE SURVIVORS?’ The superior demanded.
‘SCANNING… AFFIRMITIVE! THREE ALIENS!
‘SEND SQUAD EPSILON FIVE
TO CAPTURE THEM!’ It’s slow, heavy voice grated. In the bright, harsh light its black and blue casing gleamed on its raised plinth. Its eyestalk twitched constantly.
What was once a shining new flagship for the Earth Expeditionary Force (EEF) was now reduced to an incandescent lump of red, twisted metal. Fires burnt on its port side.
‘What now?’ asked the corporal. ‘We’re stuck in an alien desert probably about to die of neutronic sickness - and the ships dead.’
‘Is it really dead?’
‘Oh yes. Even the computer and the food stores have set alight. What would Starfleet think? That whatisname- Kirk- he’d be so smug! Or the EEF? We’ll never get home now. And if the neutronic sickness doesn’t get us, the Daleks will.’
‘Wait- what are they?’ asked an engineer.
‘What?’
‘Those! The dots on the horizon! Rescue! We’re saved! Help! HELP!
WE ARE OVER HERE! Rescue! It’s rescue! HEL- ‘
‘Shut up, you blasted fool! Those are hoverbouts! We don’t want them to see us! It was a squadron of those that destroyed Starbase 17!’
‘ALIENS DETECTED! CAPTURE! CAPTURE! CAPTURE! ALL ALIENS
TO BE IMPRISONED! TAKE THEIR VEHICLE FOR EXAMINATION!’
‘
WE OBEY!’
The hoverbouts screamed down, their energy weapons obliterating everything in their paths. A team of cargo hoverbouts lifted the ship up with a magnatron, and took it of towards the just- visible dalek city.
‘PUT YOUR APPENDAGES ON YOUR CRANIAL UNITS! IMMEDIATLY!’screamed one.
‘What?’
‘Hands on your heads.’
‘SILENCE! SILENCE! PRISONERS WILL NOT TALK! YOU WILL WALK IN FRONT OF ME AND FOLLOW ALL DIRECTIONS! NOW! NOW!’ yelled another.
The silver and blue monstrosities eagerly herded the humans back to the city, swooping up and down, every so often zapping a piece of desert near one of the prisoner’s feet to usher them on. The desert was terribly hot, with Skaro’s twin suns beating down on them. The Daleks seemed not to notice, even though it must have been well over 90 degrees. After about two hours in the sweltering heat, the engineer who had first spotted the Daleks fell to the ground.
‘ON YOUR FEET! ON YOUR FEET!’
‘Don’t be so stupid! You can’t expect him to keep walking in this condition,’ the captain said ’he’s got heat stroke!’
‘SCANNING VOCABULARY BANKS. NO RESULTS FOUND UNDER ‘HEAT STROKE’. WHAT IS HEAT STROKE? ANSWER! ANSWER!’
The captain paused.
‘ANALYSIS: HEAT STROKE IS A NON-EXISTENT CONDITION THAT YOU HAVE INVENTED
TO FOOL THE DALEKS! THIS WILL NOT BE TOLERATED! THE MALE SHALL BE EXTERMINATED! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!’
Then the Dalek shot the engineer.
They carried on walking and shortly they reached the city. It was a large, silver conglomeration of metal buildings, accumulated through the ages. Many had large copper spires on top, and bumps reminiscent of Dalek sensor globes studded around the edges like cloves on a ham. There were Daleks everywhere: gliding from building to building on metal struts; flying about on hoverbouts; and a group of about fifty constructing some sort of power generator. The Dalek that had stayed with them spoke:
‘DALEK PRISONERS WILL ENTER THIS BUILDING FOR INTERROGATION! ALL ORDERS WILL BE OBEYED! OBEY THE DALEKS! OBEY! OBEY!’
And then, seemingly to itself: ‘DALEK UNIT P45 REPORTING! PRISONERS BEING TAKEN FOR INTERROGATION! REPORT THIS
TO THE EMPEROR! OVER!’
When the emperor heard about the prisoner’s capture, he made his way to the interrogation chamber. The Dalek
scientists respectfully parted to make way for his sphere- topped, golden casing.
‘WHAT OF THE PRISONERS?’ He asked.
‘INTERROGATION PROCEDURE INITIATED,’ Replied one,’ DATA FOUND: LOCATION OF PLANET OF PLANET EARTH. ANALYSIS OF PLANET: INHABITED. NO OTHER DATA COULD BE GAINED. THE PRISONERS HAVE BEEN TRAINED
TO RESIST OUR MACHINES.’ Reported one. It’s red casing with navy blue globes indicated that it was a sergeant of the science caste and consequently it was fitted with a four- pincered claw with rubber ends in place of the normal plunger. Due to an undetected computer error that would not be found for another seven years, it kept opening and closing its claw. It would normally be depositing Dalek mutants into casings, but now it had pressed into service to investigate the aliens. ‘SHOULD I SECURE THEM IN A CELL?’ It asked.
‘AFFIRMATIVE.’ replied the emperor.
The prisoners were escorted to a cell block. They had to duck to get through the door which, built as it was for Dalek use, was only about five foot tall. It was a bland, featureless room with a bench in one corner. As with the rest of the city, it was plain metal. There was a small camera, similar to a Dalek eyestalk, in the roof.
‘A DALEK WILL BRING YOU NUTRITION
AT REGULAR INTERVALS.
IT WILL INCLUDE MEDICINE
TO WARD OFF NEUTRONIC SICKNESS.’ The Dalek explained. ‘YOU WILL HAVE SOME DELIVERED SHORTLY.’ No sooner had it said this than another Dalek with a tray fixed to its manipulator arm came around a bend in the corridor.
‘I HAVE BROUGHT NOURISHMENT FOR THE PRISONERS.’ It intoned.
‘THEY ARE IN HERE.’
The delivering of food carried on for days before they thought of anything to do to try to escape. Then the corporal said: ‘What sort of power do the Daleks use? Electricity?’
‘I think so.’
‘So, what would happen if we pulled out that camera and stuck it onto the guard? I mean, the Daleks are metal, aren’t they?’
‘I see what you mean… here, can you try to pull it out?’
‘I think so- here, I’ll try.’ He stood on the bench and tried to wrench out the camera. After a moment, he succeeded and toppled to the floor- shaken, but triumphant.
‘Got it!' He said. ‘Ah- ha!’ There was a large, silver cable hanging down from the wall, sparking.
‘ALERT! ALERT! SECURITY CAMERA COMPROMISED! ALERT! ALERT! ALEEEERT! BLUE ALERT! BLUE ALERT! ALL LEVELS! BLUE ALERT! ALERT! SEND A GUARD
TO INVESTIGATE!
The door slid open and a Dalek came in. It could not see the prisoners. It looked around and-
‘UNDER ATTACK! UNDER ATTACK! CASING COMPROMISED! UNDER AAATTAAAACK! HELP ME! HELP ME! HEEEELP MEEEE!’ it screamed. The captain and the corporal had hidden next to the door and pulled off the Dalek’s dome.
‘MY VISION IS IMPAIRED! I CANNOT SEE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!’ It fired indiscriminately, just missing the captain. The corporal grabbed the cable and pushed into the ‘neck’ of the Dalek electrocuting the green mutant inside.
‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRHHHHHH!!! HELP! HELP! Help meeeee…’ it groaned. Just before the Dalek stopped writhing, the corporal pulled out the cable. He then went to the dome, took out a foot- wide sphere and opened a hatch in one side. He sat there for a minute fiddling with the internal circuitry when he closed the hatch and put it back in the dome. The dome was then put back onto the neck.
‘CASING DIAGNOSTICS… COMMUNICATIONS COMPUTER INOPERATIVE! SCANNING FOR PROBLEM… COMMUNICATIONS COMPUTER ORDERED
TO WORK OUT π
TO THE LAST DIGIT! CANNOT USE INTERNAL COMMS SYSTEM! ATTEMPTING
TO USE COMMS… ALERT! COMMS TRIPLE- DEADLOCKED!’
The corporal twisted the Dalek’s gun off and pointed it at the machine’s shoulder section. ‘Now, Dalek. You tell of us and I shoot you and some of your little friends to kingdom cum.’
‘YOU WOULD NOT DARE. YOU AND YOUR ASSOCIATE WOULD DIE.’ It whispered- if a Dalek could be said to whisper.
‘Oh yes. I would dare. Because I have nothing to lose. We don’t need you to give us food. Or anything else for that matter, dustbin- head.’
‘WHAT ABOUT ANTI- RADIATION DRUGS?’
‘It has a point. What are we meant to do without the medicine?’ asked the captain.
‘YOU WOULD DIE IN APPROXIMATELY 6 SKARO DAYS.’
‘One week to live.’
‘No, we could survive, because there are those Thal things, aren’t there? They’ve survived long enough, haven’t they?’
‘NO. THE THALS WOULD NOT HELP YOU. THEY ARE MONSTERS. THEIR ANTI RADIATION DRUGS WOULD BE POISONOUS
TO YOU.’ it said nervously. It was lying, although the prisoners couldn’t know it.
‘Well, as I say. Nothing to lose.’
But the Dalek would not let them escape.
As they went through the long, metallic corridors, the Dalek rolled on ahead. Rather faster than usual, the captain thought. ‘Ah well. The thing’s probably nervy.’ They came to another Dalek patrolling the corridor.
‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE PRISONERS?’ it queried.
‘Remember, Dalek. No telling of us to your little friends.’
‘I… I…I… EXTERMINATE THE PRISONERS! EMERGENCY! CALL RIENFORCEMENTS! CALL- ‘and then the Dalek was shot from behind!
‘ALERT! ALERT! REINFORCEMENTS
TO SECTION 8! REINFORECEMENTS
TO SECTI- ‘and again, it exploded! But from the fried remains of its travel machine, a small voice could be heard:
‘SENDING REINFORECEMENTS! SENDING REINFORECEMENTS! OVER AND OUT!’
