Storm Of The Daleks

Standoff!

In the vast control room of the ship, a single Dalek scientist was busy at the controls of the Atmospheric Disruptor, attentively monitoring the progress of the snowstorm engulfing the planet. Its attention was suddenly diverted when the chamber door slid open and a Dalek drone entered, gliding across to face the scientist.

"I HAVE BEEN DISPATCHED TO RELIEVE YOU," it said. "YOU ARE TO REPORT TO THE MISSION LEADER IMMEDIATELY."

Although the scientist thought this was an unusual command, it was not in the nature of the Daleks to disobey orders, especially from a superior. "I OBEY," it grated before promptly moving out of the chamber and down the corridor that led towards the communications room. As soon as they were sure it was out of sight, the Doctor, Sam and Clover tentatively came out of the corridor intersection where they had hidden themselves and quietly moved into the control room. As soon as they were inside, the Doctor closed the door and used his Sonic Screwdriver to jam the controls, sealing the Daleks out. Unfortunately, this also meant they were sealed in, so they had to work fast.

"Wow, I so can't believe tin-head fell for that," said Clover, surprised at the ease of their infiltration.

"The Daleks are genetically engineered to obey orders without question," explained the Doctor. "Though it won't be long before it discovers our little ruse and come back with reinforcements."

"HEY GUYS, COULD SOMEONE HELP ME OUT OF THIS MOBILE DUSTBIN NOW?" asked Alex, who was starting to feel a little claustrophobic in the cramped interior of the Dalek casing.

"Oh yes, of course," said the Doctor as he operated the Sonic Screwdriver. The Dalek casing opened and Alex appreciatively clambered out, stretching her sore limbs.

"Thanks. Sheesh, it sure was tight in there!" she said as she straightened out her aching arms, relieved to be out of the Dalek travel machine.

Sam pointed out the still-operating Atmospheric Disruptor. "Come on guys, we've no time to mess around. We've got to shut that thing down before the world becomes one big ice cube!"

The Doctor had already made his way to the controls and begun to operate various complex switches and dials. "I should be able to shut down the machinery with no difficulty," he said at last. "But that will only solve part of our problem. So long as the Daleks are still here, the Earth is still in deadly danger."

Clover looked around the place for anything that could help them, before spotting something that resembled a large generator with various cables and wires connecting into different parts of the room.

"Hey, what's that thing? An over-sized pizza oven?" she asked incredulously.

The Doctor looked across at the machine. "That's the Daleks' power system, feeding them a constant supply of static electricity to keep their travel machines operational."

An idea suddenly popped into Sam's head. "That's it!" she said with a grin, snapping her fingers. "Clover, do you still have the Metal Morphosis Magnet Faux Tooth with you?"

"Sure," said Clover, before tossing the gadget over to Sam. "But what good will that do?"

"If I can wire it directly into the generator, it might cut off the Daleks' power supply and immobilise them," she explained as she ran over to the generator and started to connect the gadget into the machinery. "They'll end up like a load of broken down cars with dead batteries."

"Great thinking, Sammy!" said Alex before turning to Clover. "Meanwhile we better barricade ourselves in. The Daleks will be on a total warpath when they realise what's happening!"

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Inside the communications room, the Red Dalek was receiving the search report from the patrol leader over the intercom. "SEARCH RESULTS NEGATIVE," the patrol leader stated. "BOTH THE DOCTOR AND THE HUMAN SPY ARE MISSING. WE HAVE FOUND TRACKS LEADING BACK TO THE SHIP. THE DOCTOR AND HIS ASSOCIATE MAY BE IN THE AREA AND ATTEMPTING TO GAIN ENTRY."