The Last Guardian Of Gallifrey

Dalek Part 3

Italics is Gallifreyan
'Quotation marks is thoughts'
"Speech marks is talking"
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Third Person P.O.V
"Release me if you want to live" The Doctor says this with a deadly serious face as he is still chained up in front of the laser scanner.

He is released and is in an office, watching the cage from a TV screen. "You've got to keep it in that cell. I also want the other Time Lord here as well."
On the screen Rose pops up close to tears " Doctor, it's all my fault" A guard next to her says "I've sealed the compartment. It can't get out, that lock's got a billion combinations."
The Doctor shakes his head, "A Dalek's a genius. It can calculate a thousand billion combinations in one second flat."

Outside the cage the guards are ready to open fire when Van Statten interrupts " Don't shoot, I want it unharmed."
"Rose, get out of there!"
" De Maggio, take the civilians and get them out alive. That is your job, got that?" The woman guard obeys
"You, with me."
The Dalek glides up to the wall monitor and smashes it, absorbing the electricity. It's battered armour starts to mend, turning from brown to golden
"Abandoning the Cage, sir."
"We're losing power. It's draining the base. Oh, my God. It's draining entire power supplies for the whole of Utah." Goddard realises.
"It's downloading." The Doctor replies.
"Downloading What?" Van Statten questions.
"Sir, the entire west coast has gone down." Goddard interrupts.
"It's not just energy. That Dalek just absorbed the entire internet. It knows everything." The Doctor corrects.

"The Daleks survive in me!" It says as it destroys its surroundings

"The cameras in the vaults have gone down" Goddard informs, worry lacing her voice.
"We've only got emergency power. It's eaten everything else. You've got to kill it now!"
The doctor exclaimed.
"All guards to converge in the Metaltron cage, immediately." Goddard seems to agree with the Doctor.

In the corridor...
"Civilians! Let them through!"
Rose and Adam, and de Maggio, run through the incoming phalanx of guards.
"Cover the north wall. Red division, maintain suppressing fire along the perimeter. Blue division -argh!"
The guard dies the traditional extermination death, by turning black and white and having his skeleton exposed. The guards open fire, but the Dalek just absorbs the bullets. It kills another man. More guards come up behind it, so it swivels its eyepiece around then its middle section turns to open fire on them. Back and forward it alternates, killing someone each time.

"Tell then to stop shooting at it." Van Statten orders
"But it's killing them." Goddard shoots back
"They're dispensable. That Dalek is unique. I don't want a scratch on its bodywork, do you hear me? Do you hear me?" The gunfire stops, but only because there is no one left to shoot. Goddard calls up a schematic of the base.
"That's us, right below the surface. That's the cage, and that's the Dalek." Goddard said
"This museum of yours. Have you got any alien weapons?" The Doctor inquires
"Lots of them, but the trouble is the Dalek's between us and them"
" We've got to keep that thing alive. We could just seal the entire vault, trap it down there" Van Statten interrupts, still more concerned about his own collection.
"Leaving everyone trapped with it. Rose is down there. I won't let that happen. Have you got that? It's got to go through this area. What's that?"
"Weapons testing."
The moment Goddard finished talking the sound of chains could be heard from down the hall, catching everyone's attention.
Two armed men were dragging a small figure by their arms, on which chains hang on the end of.
A collar like device and a chain were around this small persons neck and their knotted and messy hair was covering their face.
Ragged clothes hung off the thin frame of the young Time Lord, covering the many scars hidden beneath and the evidence of malnutrition.
The Doctor's eyes went wide at the horrific sight and his hearts ached for the surprisingly young Time Tot.
The frail figure was literally thrown to the ground in the office, only an inaudible grunt escaped their mouth, already use to the physical pain of being treated like nothing but not so much the emotional and mental.
Anger bubbled up inside the Doctor at the display and quickly went to this child side and cradled them close to him, noticing how they violently flinched at the gentle contact and foreign action.