The Last Great Time War: part III

Prisoner of the Daleks

The Renegade awoke inside of a sealed gray room. There was a toilet and a sink in one corner, and the whole ceiling was a monitoring screen, but that was it. There was no bed on the cold, hard metal. No door or window, either.

The Renegade's environment suit, sonic screwdriver, weapons, communicator, and all other tools were gone. All he had were the clothes on his back; even the concealed weapons were gone.
He felt all over the walls, floor, and ceiling for a seam or a hairline crack, but there was none. The room was totally sealed. The sink and toilet were seamlessly fused to the walls and floor, so there was no possibility of escaping through the plumbing.

The Renegade sat back down on the hard metal floor and sighed. The Skaro's Bane had obviously been a trap. The Daleks had been watching and waiting for the right moment to strike for a long time. Now all he could do was sit and wait for them to come.

After many hours or possibly days of boredom, the metal wall parted like the Red Sea, and the five maroon Daleks came in. The wall sealed itself behind them.

"YOU WILL STAND," said the leader.

The Renegade stood.
"I suppose you want all of my secrets," he said.

"THAT IS CORRECT. YOU WILL TELL US EVERYTHING OR ELSE WE WILL EXTRACT IT FROM YOU."

The Renegade looked over the Daleks. Each had a different weapon, and some had specialized manipulator arms. This wasn't going to be easy.

"And if I DO tell you?"

"YOUR EXTERMINATION WILL BE QUICK."

"That still doesn't sound like fun. If rather not."

"DALEKS HAVE NO CONCEPT OF FUN."

One of the Daleks had pressed a sharp, five-pointed object into his side.

"Ok, alright. What do you want to know first?"

"HOW TO ACCESS THE SANCTUARY."

"You can't, it's impossible."

The instrument pressed against the Renegade's side sent waves of electricity coursing through his body. His hearts struggled to keep beating as his nerves were nearly overwhelmed with the immense current.
Finally, it stopped. The Renegade had fallen to the floor with his limbs twitching. The air smelled like burning hair and clothes.

"YOU WILL TELL US HOW TO BREACH THE SANCTUARY OR ELSE WE WILL EXTRACT THE INFORMATION FROM YOUR MIND."

"You don't want my mind, you'd never be able to find anything through all the cobwebs."

Another painful bolt of electricity, stronger than before. One of the Renegade's hearts stopped beating for a few seconds, and he barely retained consciousness. It took him much longer this time to pull himself to his feet.

"TELL US NOW."

"I.. I would," he gasped, "but then I'd have to kill you."

This time, the electric shock continued until the Renegade blacked out.

He awoke many hours later, strapped in a reclining seat. He struggled against the bonds, but it was no use. They were solid metal. That was to be expected, of course, but that didn't stop the Renegade from trying.

He looked up. Once his eyes adjusted to the intense white light, he saw the five Daleks from before surrounding him, this time with their weapons and manipulator arms replaced with surgical equipment.
This was not what the Renegade had expected.

"What are you doing? I thought you were using a mind probe!"

"WE ARE AWARE OF YOUR TELEPATHIC LINK WITH YOUR TARDIS. YOUR PLAN TO USE IT TO SHIELD YOUR MIND AND ESCAPE HAS BEEN THWARTED. WE WILL NOW HARVEST YOUR BRAIN."