Advent Challenge DAY SEVENTEEN!
Title: The Attack at the Saint Sophia Space Colony
Author: acanismajoris or Sako Akarui
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The Doctor is not mine, nor his companions.
Summary: Dalek 649 is not having a good day.
Notes: I'm getting kind of punch-drunk-y from all this writing. This story should be a prime example. Head over to Advent Challenge for more stories!
The airlock of the Saint Sophia Space Colony released with a sharp hiss, and the door ratcheted up into the ceiling. The invaders crossed the threshold, rolling past the stark controls of the docking bay and into the public corridors, where strange lights were strung along the walls.
“Humans are collecting in the lower levels,” the first said through a computerized speech unit. “Search the rooms for… stragglers.”
Dalek 649 separated from its fellows, following the order without hesitation. Its eye stalk scanned the surroundings, looking for humans or places where a human could hide. Trails of green twirled the banisters. The process seemed frivolous to Dalek 649. Such unnecessities were a sign of human sentimentality, and would be destroyed as the superior Dalek race continued to move forward. Dalek 649 spied a good hiding spot in a mess of decorated trees, and decided to investigate further. It pushed branches and wrapped boxes aside with its laser and suction arms, but soon got caught.
Dalek 649 tried to simply reverse, but its suction arm was stuck firmly. Next it shifted its arm back and forth, attempting to sidle out, but this too proved useless. Beginning to panic - no, not panic, Daleks do not panic! - it began to fire at the tree, pulling with all its strength.
“Release me!” it cried at the tree. Suddenly, something snapped and Dalek 649 rolled into the far wall, a string of ribbon and lights wrapped around its suction arm.
“These decorations are… troublesome!” Dalek 649 concluded that the room was empty. It did not want to search here any longer. As it moved onto the next room, it waved its arm, trying to dislodge the decorations. They didn’t move at all.
The next room contained another large decorated tree, and large socks nailed to the wall over a holographic picture of a fire. Dalek 649 crossed the room, giving the tree a large berth. It passed its eye stalk over the socks, analyzing them.
“What is their purpose?” it asked, blasting the small loop that attached the sock to the wall. It fell to the ground and a plethora of wrapped gifts and sugary substances spilled over the ground. An orange fruit emerged last, rolling all the way back to the doorway. Seeing nothing else of interest, Dalek 649 began to retreat from the room.
“Under the mistletoe! A kiss before you go!” Dalek 649 raised its eyestalk and stared directly above itself at the ceiling. A sprig of a green plant was attached to a small speaker and a movement detector. It called out its rhyming phrase again.
Dalek 649 blasted it with its laser, then trampled the plant in its exit. The process left its wheels smelling of mistletoe.
The public corridor led to a large open square. There were more accursed trees in this place. Dalek 649 blasted them from a safe distance, not satisfied until they were fuel for a warm, toasty blaze. If there were humans inside, they would soon be exterminated. It rolled onwards, eye stalk roving the large room.
“These lights serve no purpose!” it cried. Watching the light decorations overhead and not watching where it was going, the Dalek ran into a large stand with many bells and figurines, causing the entirety of the paraphernalia to fall and cover Dalek 649. With a computerized moan, Dalek 649 began to work itself free of the mess, sending small four-legged animals and fat humans into the sky. It broke free, moving at break neck speed, but now a string of bells was wrapped around its entire body, partially restricting its laser arm. In its hurry to break free, Dalek 649 failed to realize it was headed straight for a set of stairs.
“Agh-gh-gh-gh-gh!” It yelled, falling down the stairway, spinning stalk over wheel, jingling all the way to the bottom. Dalek 649 landed on its side. It used its air compression cannons to right itself - possibly the best invention in Dalek history, after, of course, the invention of the Daleks themselves as the best race in the entire universe, end phrase - and used its laser arm to break the chain of bells. Unrestricted, Dalek 649 carried on, a trail of jingle bells behind it like a cheery tail.
“The Doctor is here! All Daleks report to Dalek ship! We must attack the TARDIS!” Dalek 649 acknowledged the order over its radio, and happily began to return to the ship. It stopped along the way to remove its baggage. The bells proved problematic, but soon they were abandoned on the floor of the space colony. A mess of lights soon joined it, but the ribbon remained, a stubborn addition to its otherwise perfect Dalek physique. After 5 minutes of fighting with the ribbon, Dalek 649 gave up. It could not delay its order any longer.
Dalek 649 soon joined its fellows as it crossed back to the Dalek ship.
“What is that?” Dalek 3309 asked.
“An insignificant human decoration. It has attached itself to me, and cannot be removed.”
The other Daleks seemed to accept this, knowing their orders were more important for the time being. Dalek 649 waved its suction arm up and down, watching the ribbon flutter prettily as it rolled onwards.
Author: acanismajoris or Sako Akarui
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: The Doctor is not mine, nor his companions.
Summary: Dalek 649 is not having a good day.
Notes: I'm getting kind of punch-drunk-y from all this writing. This story should be a prime example. Head over to Advent Challenge for more stories!
The airlock of the Saint Sophia Space Colony released with a sharp hiss, and the door ratcheted up into the ceiling. The invaders crossed the threshold, rolling past the stark controls of the docking bay and into the public corridors, where strange lights were strung along the walls.
“Humans are collecting in the lower levels,” the first said through a computerized speech unit. “Search the rooms for… stragglers.”
Dalek 649 separated from its fellows, following the order without hesitation. Its eye stalk scanned the surroundings, looking for humans or places where a human could hide. Trails of green twirled the banisters. The process seemed frivolous to Dalek 649. Such unnecessities were a sign of human sentimentality, and would be destroyed as the superior Dalek race continued to move forward. Dalek 649 spied a good hiding spot in a mess of decorated trees, and decided to investigate further. It pushed branches and wrapped boxes aside with its laser and suction arms, but soon got caught.
Dalek 649 tried to simply reverse, but its suction arm was stuck firmly. Next it shifted its arm back and forth, attempting to sidle out, but this too proved useless. Beginning to panic - no, not panic, Daleks do not panic! - it began to fire at the tree, pulling with all its strength.
“Release me!” it cried at the tree. Suddenly, something snapped and Dalek 649 rolled into the far wall, a string of ribbon and lights wrapped around its suction arm.
“These decorations are… troublesome!” Dalek 649 concluded that the room was empty. It did not want to search here any longer. As it moved onto the next room, it waved its arm, trying to dislodge the decorations. They didn’t move at all.
The next room contained another large decorated tree, and large socks nailed to the wall over a holographic picture of a fire. Dalek 649 crossed the room, giving the tree a large berth. It passed its eye stalk over the socks, analyzing them.
“What is their purpose?” it asked, blasting the small loop that attached the sock to the wall. It fell to the ground and a plethora of wrapped gifts and sugary substances spilled over the ground. An orange fruit emerged last, rolling all the way back to the doorway. Seeing nothing else of interest, Dalek 649 began to retreat from the room.
“Under the mistletoe! A kiss before you go!” Dalek 649 raised its eyestalk and stared directly above itself at the ceiling. A sprig of a green plant was attached to a small speaker and a movement detector. It called out its rhyming phrase again.
Dalek 649 blasted it with its laser, then trampled the plant in its exit. The process left its wheels smelling of mistletoe.
The public corridor led to a large open square. There were more accursed trees in this place. Dalek 649 blasted them from a safe distance, not satisfied until they were fuel for a warm, toasty blaze. If there were humans inside, they would soon be exterminated. It rolled onwards, eye stalk roving the large room.
“These lights serve no purpose!” it cried. Watching the light decorations overhead and not watching where it was going, the Dalek ran into a large stand with many bells and figurines, causing the entirety of the paraphernalia to fall and cover Dalek 649. With a computerized moan, Dalek 649 began to work itself free of the mess, sending small four-legged animals and fat humans into the sky. It broke free, moving at break neck speed, but now a string of bells was wrapped around its entire body, partially restricting its laser arm. In its hurry to break free, Dalek 649 failed to realize it was headed straight for a set of stairs.
“Agh-gh-gh-gh-gh!” It yelled, falling down the stairway, spinning stalk over wheel, jingling all the way to the bottom. Dalek 649 landed on its side. It used its air compression cannons to right itself - possibly the best invention in Dalek history, after, of course, the invention of the Daleks themselves as the best race in the entire universe, end phrase - and used its laser arm to break the chain of bells. Unrestricted, Dalek 649 carried on, a trail of jingle bells behind it like a cheery tail.
“The Doctor is here! All Daleks report to Dalek ship! We must attack the TARDIS!” Dalek 649 acknowledged the order over its radio, and happily began to return to the ship. It stopped along the way to remove its baggage. The bells proved problematic, but soon they were abandoned on the floor of the space colony. A mess of lights soon joined it, but the ribbon remained, a stubborn addition to its otherwise perfect Dalek physique. After 5 minutes of fighting with the ribbon, Dalek 649 gave up. It could not delay its order any longer.
Dalek 649 soon joined its fellows as it crossed back to the Dalek ship.
“What is that?” Dalek 3309 asked.
“An insignificant human decoration. It has attached itself to me, and cannot be removed.”
The other Daleks seemed to accept this, knowing their orders were more important for the time being. Dalek 649 waved its suction arm up and down, watching the ribbon flutter prettily as it rolled onwards.