365 Days of Drabbles: Day Forty-Three + Forty-Four
Note: Double post today, due to Crossover of Awesome requiring more than 100 words to do it justice.
For seawasp: "Everything is better with Daleks."
Dominic dodged around the corner of the hanger with the Doctor, while the crazy robots trundled after them.
"THE DOCTOR MUST BE EXTERMINATED, EXTERMINATED, EXTERMINATED!" they screamed.
"What the heck are those things! They ain't Russian, that's for sure," he wheezed.
"They're called 'Daleks' and they're definitely not Russian, or Chinese, or anything else from this planet," the Doctor replied as they ran. "And unless you've got a laser with a twenty gigawatt yield handy, there's nothing that can stop them."
A canine-like roar of engines cracked through sky, as from behind the clouds the dark shape of Airwolf emerged, diving towards the hanger.
Dominic, Doctor, cover your eyes! String's voice boomed, as the two of them ducked for cover behind an industrial waste bin.
"ALERT! ALERT! UNABLE TO ACQUIRE WEAPONS LOCK!" the Daleks cried, as a lance of red light streamed from Airwolf's nose, blasting the lead unit and two behind it. DEFEAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! VISUAL LOCK REQ-" the rest began to chant, then were cut off as they were vaporized.
"Where did you get that," the Doctor demanded, peeking out from behind the bin.
"Thirty gigawasits!" Dom crowed. "I knew salvaging it from RedWolf would pay off!"
For seawasp: "Everything is better with Daleks."
Dominic dodged around the corner of the hanger with the Doctor, while the crazy robots trundled after them.
"THE DOCTOR MUST BE EXTERMINATED, EXTERMINATED, EXTERMINATED!" they screamed.
"What the heck are those things! They ain't Russian, that's for sure," he wheezed.
"They're called 'Daleks' and they're definitely not Russian, or Chinese, or anything else from this planet," the Doctor replied as they ran. "And unless you've got a laser with a twenty gigawatt yield handy, there's nothing that can stop them."
A canine-like roar of engines cracked through sky, as from behind the clouds the dark shape of Airwolf emerged, diving towards the hanger.
Dominic, Doctor, cover your eyes! String's voice boomed, as the two of them ducked for cover behind an industrial waste bin.
"ALERT! ALERT! UNABLE TO ACQUIRE WEAPONS LOCK!" the Daleks cried, as a lance of red light streamed from Airwolf's nose, blasting the lead unit and two behind it. DEFEAT IS IMPOSSIBLE! VISUAL LOCK REQ-" the rest began to chant, then were cut off as they were vaporized.
"Where did you get that," the Doctor demanded, peeking out from behind the bin.
"Thirty gigawasits!" Dom crowed. "I knew salvaging it from RedWolf would pay off!"