Video: The Arrival
The gloomy interior of a very dark room can be seen on the screen. Those who own pen and paper journals won't be able to view this, but those with computers would... Just as the slight glint of a tell-tale chair-like construct with half-spherical globes set into and jutting out of it in a geometric pattern of the same. If one focuses, they might be able to notice something which might be the upper half of a torso sitting upright upon it, but no face... Just a single, small, bright blue light.
And when the voice speaks, it's with a a metallic rasp which... Some of you... Might well find disturbingly familiar.
"A destination... Interrupted. A journey, cut short and consigned to confinement."
A rhythmic click-clacking of prosthetic talons upon the control board can be heard, as the visitor contemplates what seems to be their new residence.
"This, I believe, shall be adequate."
With that, the transmission cuts off. Davros knows what he's doing, but nobody's getting through that locked door. He's announcing his presence, purely to see who's out there from the last time and are impulsive enough to react.
And when the voice speaks, it's with a a metallic rasp which... Some of you... Might well find disturbingly familiar.
"A destination... Interrupted. A journey, cut short and consigned to confinement."
A rhythmic click-clacking of prosthetic talons upon the control board can be heard, as the visitor contemplates what seems to be their new residence.
"This, I believe, shall be adequate."
With that, the transmission cuts off. Davros knows what he's doing, but nobody's getting through that locked door. He's announcing his presence, purely to see who's out there from the last time and are impulsive enough to react.