The History of the Last Great Time War

The Dalek Emperor Conquers the Cruciform

On the decks of the Cruciform, the Master anxiously awaited for reinforcements from the reserves back on Gallifrey's remaining colonies. This was not like the Master. Originally, when he did fight, he decimated his enemies through his cunningness. He himself was feared as the "Fox".

But now, he did not know if he could possibly win against the full might of the Dalek fleet. With the Emperor himself commanding, to make things worse.

"I want the shields to be powered to 80%, and the energy deflectors to 30° clockwise!"

"Sir, the energy generator will implode and take half the ship if the strain is too high!"

"Does it look like I care!?"

"Yessir. Um...No Sir..I mean..."

"THEN DO IT!"

"Yessir"

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On the "lower" decks of the Cruciform, the soldiers were desperately trying to seal off the pressure leaks caused by missile damage, and trying to fight off teleporting Dalek troops.

The main thrusters, under the Master's command, were being pushed to its limit.

"I need a stellar spanner and an explosive charge!", yelled a sweaty mechanic attempting to ram the thruster bolts back into place.

"Coming!", responded his assistant, grabbing his tool box. Jumping inside (bigger on the inside), and fumbling for a while, he pulled out what looked like a grenade without a safety and a pin, and a wrench with lasers, steaming up the air.

"Attention all crew! Attention all crew! The Daleks have broken the transduction barriers! Fall back to main deck! Abandon lower ship!"

"God, what do we do? We are going to die!", screamed the assistant, who clearly had no combat experience.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shuttity up up up! We are not going to die, just seal off the lower levels!" reminded the mechanic, pulling a previously-hidden multi-barrel grenade launcher out of his apron.

Pointing it at the sealed escape hatch, he told his assistant, "get out of my way!"

The surprised assistant jumped into a nearby pile of rubble and watched as the mechanic blew the sealed doorway out, ignoring the red sirens.

"Get in!"

As they went into the dark, gloomy hatch, pushing past the fiber tape saying," High Voltage!", the assistant wondered aloud, "How do you know about this?"

"Remember, I helped build the Cruciform. I know everything."

Recalling to all the times his instructor helping him through the maze-like hallways and finding extra fire extinguishers, he finally knew why.

"There are teleporters there. Take them to the upper deck; the inertia lifts are too damaged and too risky for you."

Slapping on the teleporter, his assistant held out one for the mechanic.

"No, I'm staying."

"What?!"

Reloading his grenade launcher, he said "These Daleks aren't going to take care of themselves. Goodbye."

Suddenly, he pushed his assistants "Initiate" button, and watched as he vanished.

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"Alright! We can expect the Daleks to board any moment now! The engines have been disabled, so no retreat!", warned the Master.

Taking defensive positions behind computers and boards, the remaining 500 or so troops chambered their ammunition.

"I'm just going to uh...check some... distance and location stuff. I'll be back!", explained the Master. However, in reality, he knew his men didn't stand a mere chance against the Emperor.

Climbing into his perception-filtered Tardis, he prepared to escape.

Dematerializing away, he tuned into the ship's camera, and watched as the Dalek armada boarded.