Doctor Who Fic: Agent of Destruction 2/2
Title: Agent of Destruction 2/2
Words: 700
Characters: The Daleks, The Doctor (unspecific incarnation)
Rating: PG-7 for dark themes
Spoilers: None
Summary: AU where the Daleks are good and the Doctor is bad
Author's note: Usually writing fic is to me an experience akin to getting root canal, but I found this one shockingly easy to write. I hope you enjoy reading at as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's pretty good! Concrit welcome, though. Part 1 here
The Doctor awaited them under the light of the aurora. He seemed oblivious to the surrounding snowy wastes, lying back on a deckchair wearing sunglasses, a new suit, and a big, bright grin on his new face.
"Aww, you made it!" he trilled.
"HALT!" Torth bellowed. "YOU ARE THE DOC-TOR. YOU ARE AN E-NE-MY OF THE DA-LEKS."
To Drad's disappointment, the Doctor looked unperturbed.
"Save it, the TARDIS and I are protected by a force field. I've learnt my lesson, you are a formidable foe, blah blah blah, now shut up and listen to my offer."
"You are an agent of destruction. We will not negotiate with you."
"Bit hypocritical, that, with your history? Don't you wish you could turn back time?" The Doctor's grin widened in the silence that followed. He didn't mean...? "Yep, I have pinpointed the exact moment Davros decided stunted and lacking in all emotion but hate would be a good look for the Daleks. It would be the easiest thing to intervene right there and then, save you from those centuries of bloodshed it took you to throw off your programming."
"YOU MEAN TO A-VERT OUR CRE-A-TION?"
"Noooooooooo, just use your current condition to shape the original blueprints to be more like you from the start. You understood that, right? It's so nice having time-travel talk with an intelligent species for a change. Of course, I'd need your cooperation."
"Without our warrior origins, we would be helpless against the likes of you."
"Like you stand a chance right now! I've already proved to you that there's not a single thing you can do to stop me. Think of all the lives that'll be saved this way, and then you'll be able to continue to nanny the Universe to your heart's content."
Drad spun around and started to head towards the ship. He had heard enough. Images of the Doctor's new appearance needed to be fed into the recognition software, and if they started monitoring his TARDIS now, they might capture valuable information about its dematerialisation into the Vortex that could allow them to track and even give it chase one day. But after a few metres, a great wave of bleakness washed over him. Torth had not followed.
"Dalek Torth. Return to the ship with me. He means to trick us."
"Hey, remember I'd be putting myself at your mercy."
"He will capture us, and make us do his bidding."
"It seems your friend will use any excuse to hold on to his Dalek weapon arsenal. I'll tell you something, the real strength is in never using any weapons."
"The Doctor has caused more death and destruction than we ever have!"
"Death and destruction? Hardly. Might swap a few things around, delay a life here, extend one there, but the net result is the same. I have a better sense of what I'm doing than you'll ever have, you know."
"Lies! Fifty billion lives in the Shartinae galaxy, gone!"
"You mean had their birth delayed for a billion years, so they'll survive the the supernova explosion scheduled to go off before then?" Drad stumbled, taken aback, and the Doctor ploughed on triumphantly: "Torth, I am no villain. That's just what you've been told by a bunch of Daleks who don't like being second-best at what they do. Ditch this clown, and we can save countless lives together."
Dalek Torth had remained completely immobile during this whole exchange.
"DALEK DRAD. MAY-BE WE SHOULD-"
"I'm sorry Dalek Torth, but you're not thinking straight..."
Daleks did not possess gun arms anymore, but they all still had the spheres on their shells that they needed to gather data about their surroundings, and which, at a pinch, could be ejected and used as explosive devices or, as Dalek Drad intended, to emit an electro-magnetic pulse that could temporarily stun any Dalek. However, Drad was rusty at the technique, and gave Torth time to charge and fire the emergency weapon it alone of the two Daleks was equipped with. Drad died as Torth's systems froze.
The Doctor pondered the futility of weapons, and his luck that the new imprint for the Dalek race would be based on pliable Torth rather than strong-willed Drad, as he wheeled the former into the TARDIS, leaving the carcass of the latter to rust in the ice.
Words: 700
Characters: The Daleks, The Doctor (unspecific incarnation)
Rating: PG-7 for dark themes
Spoilers: None
Summary: AU where the Daleks are good and the Doctor is bad
Author's note: Usually writing fic is to me an experience akin to getting root canal, but I found this one shockingly easy to write. I hope you enjoy reading at as much as I enjoyed writing it. It's pretty good! Concrit welcome, though. Part 1 here
The Doctor awaited them under the light of the aurora. He seemed oblivious to the surrounding snowy wastes, lying back on a deckchair wearing sunglasses, a new suit, and a big, bright grin on his new face.
"Aww, you made it!" he trilled.
"HALT!" Torth bellowed. "YOU ARE THE DOC-TOR. YOU ARE AN E-NE-MY OF THE DA-LEKS."
To Drad's disappointment, the Doctor looked unperturbed.
"Save it, the TARDIS and I are protected by a force field. I've learnt my lesson, you are a formidable foe, blah blah blah, now shut up and listen to my offer."
"You are an agent of destruction. We will not negotiate with you."
"Bit hypocritical, that, with your history? Don't you wish you could turn back time?" The Doctor's grin widened in the silence that followed. He didn't mean...? "Yep, I have pinpointed the exact moment Davros decided stunted and lacking in all emotion but hate would be a good look for the Daleks. It would be the easiest thing to intervene right there and then, save you from those centuries of bloodshed it took you to throw off your programming."
"YOU MEAN TO A-VERT OUR CRE-A-TION?"
"Noooooooooo, just use your current condition to shape the original blueprints to be more like you from the start. You understood that, right? It's so nice having time-travel talk with an intelligent species for a change. Of course, I'd need your cooperation."
"Without our warrior origins, we would be helpless against the likes of you."
"Like you stand a chance right now! I've already proved to you that there's not a single thing you can do to stop me. Think of all the lives that'll be saved this way, and then you'll be able to continue to nanny the Universe to your heart's content."
Drad spun around and started to head towards the ship. He had heard enough. Images of the Doctor's new appearance needed to be fed into the recognition software, and if they started monitoring his TARDIS now, they might capture valuable information about its dematerialisation into the Vortex that could allow them to track and even give it chase one day. But after a few metres, a great wave of bleakness washed over him. Torth had not followed.
"Dalek Torth. Return to the ship with me. He means to trick us."
"Hey, remember I'd be putting myself at your mercy."
"He will capture us, and make us do his bidding."
"It seems your friend will use any excuse to hold on to his Dalek weapon arsenal. I'll tell you something, the real strength is in never using any weapons."
"The Doctor has caused more death and destruction than we ever have!"
"Death and destruction? Hardly. Might swap a few things around, delay a life here, extend one there, but the net result is the same. I have a better sense of what I'm doing than you'll ever have, you know."
"Lies! Fifty billion lives in the Shartinae galaxy, gone!"
"You mean had their birth delayed for a billion years, so they'll survive the the supernova explosion scheduled to go off before then?" Drad stumbled, taken aback, and the Doctor ploughed on triumphantly: "Torth, I am no villain. That's just what you've been told by a bunch of Daleks who don't like being second-best at what they do. Ditch this clown, and we can save countless lives together."
Dalek Torth had remained completely immobile during this whole exchange.
"DALEK DRAD. MAY-BE WE SHOULD-"
"I'm sorry Dalek Torth, but you're not thinking straight..."
Daleks did not possess gun arms anymore, but they all still had the spheres on their shells that they needed to gather data about their surroundings, and which, at a pinch, could be ejected and used as explosive devices or, as Dalek Drad intended, to emit an electro-magnetic pulse that could temporarily stun any Dalek. However, Drad was rusty at the technique, and gave Torth time to charge and fire the emergency weapon it alone of the two Daleks was equipped with. Drad died as Torth's systems froze.
The Doctor pondered the futility of weapons, and his luck that the new imprint for the Dalek race would be based on pliable Torth rather than strong-willed Drad, as he wheeled the former into the TARDIS, leaving the carcass of the latter to rust in the ice.