"Almost there," the Warrior said, as he flew his TARDIS through space ahead of the Dalek fleet. About five hundred warships were hot on his tail, firing missiles and temporal disruption beams all around him.
Ahead was a massive blue gas giant, surrounded by a ring of floating boulders and icebergs. Above this ring was a Dalek mining station. It was the shape of a sphere, but bristling with antennas and docking arrays for saucers. A long metal tube stretched from the center of the station and into the planet.
The Warrior cranked a lever and the TARDIS shot straight up like a cork out of a bottle. The Dalek ships changed direction to follow him.
"NOW," he shouted.
The Fifth Time Lord Battle Fleet emerged from the Time Vortex just behind the Daleks, but did not fire. Instead, they dodged through the gaps between the enemy ships as another Dalek fleet materialized behind them.
The Dalek fleet chasing the Battle TARDISes out of the time vortex came in too fast, and smashed right into their allies who were chasing the Warrior. Only about twenty saucers escaped the carnage unscathed, and these were quickly dealt with by the Time Lords.
Now on to the station itself. Over a dozen turrets were firing on the Time Lords. Five TARDISes were hit directly and burst open in a bright flash of atron energy, spilling the scorched or molten wreckage of rooms and machinery into the dark depths of space.
The Time Lords fired back, and managed to punch a hole in the station's shields. It wasn't permanent, but it stayed open long enough. Not only that, but thanks to the Warrior and Preda's openness to new ideas, the Time Lords didn't even have to board the station themselves.
On the command deck of the mining station, the Daleks were furious. They had fallen for a simple maneuver that had resulted in the loss of the station's defensive fleet.
"CALL FOR REINF-" the bridge commander started, but never finished. A hundred Raston Warrior robots, ancient Time Lord battle androids, had materialized on board the station. One had just jabbed a plasma lance through the midsection of the bridge commander. The same fate had befallen the other Daleks on the bridge, with the loss of only one robot.
The faceless silver humanoids tore open the Dalek casings and unplugged the gunsticks. The robots pressed the wires of the gunsticks against their forearms, where they sank in to the living metal and were integrated. With Dalek gunsticks protruding from their palms, the robots slaughtered the rest of the Daleks on board the station.
A light lit up on the Warrior's TARDIS console, informing him that the Raston Warrior Robots had secured the station.
"Great work," Preda said over the intercom. "You all did brilliantly."
The next step would not be nearly as easy. It was time to return to Skaro.
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The Last Great Time War: part II
FanfictionRealizing that he cannot run from the War any longer, the Doctor has rejected his name to become a warrior. He must take a stand and fight to save the universe from the conflict and horrors engulfing it. Fighting Daleks is now in his nature. But see...
