The Last Great Time War: part II

Belly of the Beast

The plan was to reverse the power feed to the command station and trace the energy back to the source. Then, the Warrior would lead the largest Time Lord fleet that could be assembled to the Eye of Discord and deliver a crippling blow to the Dalek Empire. Without the main source of their power over time, the Time Lords would hunt down every Dalek in existence until they were all destroyed.

This, of course, was easier said than done.

The Warrior, Preda, and three other Time Lords were in the one of the engine rooms of the station, having just disposed of the guards. They began to tear off the panels of the controls, when the room suddenly plunged into darkness. Thick metal bulkheads dropped from the ceiling, blocking all exits. The voice of the Supreme Dalek spoke from the ceiling.

"YOUR PRESENCE HAS NOT GONE UNDETECTED, DOCTOR. YOUR INTERFERENCE AND YOUR LIFE END NOW."

"You'll have to get through us first," shouted Midnox, one of the other Time Lords. He had ginger hair, freckles, and usually a smile on his face.

"CORRECT. THIS IS THE END FOR ALL OF YOU."

"Over here, hurry," the Warrior hissed, ripping the grate off of a ventilation shaft.
They crawled into the vent as the bulkheads in the room closed in, crushing the one Time Lord who was too slow.

"AAAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!"
The sound of crunching bones and splattering organs was heard.

They all pulled out flashlights. The shaft was about a meter wide and high. It continued straight for another twenty feet, then turned out of sight into the darkness.

"Now what," asked Draxel, the other Time Lord. He had raven black hair and a hooked nose.

"We'll have to get out of here before they fumigate us," Preda replied.

"Oh, that's just great," he replied. "How the ---- are we going to do that?!"

"We'll think of something," said Midnox. "You've got to keep your chin up."

They crawled down the passage until they reached a fork. Both of the new tunnels were identical.

"Should we split up," Midnox asked.

The Warrior thought for a moment.
"I'll scout out each one and see-"
HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
came the sound ahead of them.

"There's gas in the tunnels," cried Draxel. "We're done for!"

"No we're not!"
The Warrior pulled out two grenades from his bandolier, and threw one down each passage. They exploded, collapsing the vents just before the gas reached them.

"Now we're trapped," Draxel grumbled. "Even if the Daleks don't find us, we're sure to run out of air." He sat down, folded his arm on his knees, and rested his chin on them.

Everyone turned and looked at him.
"Lighten up, will you," Preda said. "We'll never get out with an attitude like that."

"Like I said, keep your chin up," said Midnox.

"We need to stay focused on the task at hand," the Warrior said. "I have a job to do, and I'm not going to die and fail to complete it just because I get stuck in a vent." He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and started scanning the walls.
"That's not right," he said after a moment, examining the screwdriver.

The air started to shimmer, then stopped, then started again, and stopped.
Just then, there was a deafening BANG,
and the whole station rumbled and shook.