Demented and Cruel Crossover

[Adrian Tullberg]

Just remembered something ...

... will The Doctor make an appearance?

[NecronLord]

If he was, would I tell you? It would be the ultimate spoiler...

‘Killer’ class cruiser 132 communication dispatch.
Source: Attack Squadron Dalazar
Destination: ‘Imperial’ class command ship 003
Transmission follows.

Hyper-drive folding completed.
Distance travelled: 1.4e4 light years.
Subjective time passed: 782.9 rels.

Fast-space drive has now been engaged. Cruising velocity now 25000 c. we are proceeding to investigate infrared shifted stellar radiation source.
Anticipating fast-space drop out 500 rels, at a distance of 80 hyper rels from the source.

The black dalek commander deactivated the dispatch system though the hyper-signal projector and looked up at the display. The display showed the dalek attack ships in a picket formation against the swirling whiteness of the slower drive system. The fifty minutes remaining until they appeared back in real space slowly ticked by.

Inside the dyson sphere the USS Newton was fielding another expedition to re-supply Curvetown base. In the years since curvetown had been established it had grown greatly, filled with federation researchers.

The Newton’s away team looked up at the research base. It was built in a horseshoe shaped protrusion that had been found early on in the exploration of the sphere, to protect it from the radiation of the dangerous star above, though several more had been located since, seemingly placed at random.

There was a deep pit in the centre of the protrusion. It seemed to be a machine of some form, resembling nothing more than a massive replicator on a truly gigantic scale – many kilometres across. Two were even larger, almost a hundred miles each, both deep delvings at the poles of the sphere.

The dominion war had brought demands for Curvetown to be turned into a shipbuilding centre, most notably from Admiral Alyeska of the USS Sovereign, though the great replicators buried in the sphere had not yet revealed their secrets to the research crew.

Commander Gallagher walked into the entranceway. The large stack of supply boxes was piled outside, next to a large shuttle park. The force field strung across the way had a temporary look to it. The emitters simply sat on the floor, as there was no way to easily penetrate the ultra hard carbon material the majority of the sphere was made of, let alone the nutronium spheres embedded into it.

He tapped on the console and waited impatiently. The man who, eventually, came to answer him was short, with a mop of greasy dark hair. “We don’t need another inspection from starfleet thank you very much.” He said, glaring daggers in Gallagher’s direction. “If we were just left alone we’d have made a lot more progress by now.”

Gallagher sighed. This was the third time he’d done this supply run, every time these scientists moaned at him. They had no idea just how much starfleet actually did for them, ingrates, he forced himself to relax.

“No inspections, no supplies.” He said threateningly. The doctor was suitably taken aback, and the commander allowed himself an inner smile as the other man lowered the force field.

Outside the dyson sphere the attack squadron dropped out of fast-space. Aboard cruiser 132 the black dalek watched the screen as the sensor operators picked the dyson sphere over like a child given a new toy. The sphere was made of degenerate matter spheres suspended in a carbon nano isomer, quite a piece of work, in any universe.

“Scan for life forms.” He instructed

“Alert, An alien vessel has been detected inside the sphere.” Replied a red dalek controlling the sensor systems.


“Tea, earl grey, hot.” Picard said to the replicator. The machine hummed and produced a cup of the steaming liquid, which the captain picked up, walking back to the door of his ready room.

His combadge beeped once. “Bridge to Captain Picard.” came Data’s voice though the miniature speaker. Picard tapped the starfleet icon once. “Yes?” he asked.

“There is a message from starfleet command for you sir.” The captain frowned for a moment, just as he was about to have a drink as well.

“Very well, I’ll take it here.” He replied turning to sit behind his desk, flipping the computer display on. A man in a starfleet commodore’s uniform appeared on the screen.

“Commodore Clark” said Picard; “It’s good to see you again.”

“Quite Jean Luc, but I’m afraid you won’t like what I have to say.” He said, with a frown. “We’ve lost contact with the Dyson Sphere research crew, and their starship, the USS Newton.” Picard sighed.

“Any idea who was behind it?”

“None, whoever it was were able to get deep into federation territory undetected.”

“The Romulans?” asked the captain.

“I don’t think so, there hasn’t been any action on the Romulan boarder lately, they seem to be going back into isolation for the moment.” Said the commodore, “in any case, we’re going to need the Enterprise to check it out while you’re in the area Jean Luc. Starfleet out.” He said formally, as the screen shut down.

Picard walked onto the bridge, drink in hand, and marched to his chair. “Mr Paraski, lay in a new course, two four eight seven mark twelve, Warp factor eight point five. Engage.”

The officer glanced at the captain for a moment, then turned to face the controls, tapping them momentarily.

“Done sir.” He said.

The first officer turned to Picard. “Care to tell me what’s going on Sir?”

Half an hour later the enterprise dropped out of warp, a safe distance from the massive gravity of the spherical object, hanging in space like an enormous billiard ball.

“Captain, I am detecting a vessel.” said Data, “it’s design is familiar, it broadly matches the vessel which destroyed the last Borg incursion into the federation, though this one has significantly less mass. It appears to be on an attack trajectory.”

“Shields up.” Ordered Riker and the officer at the tactical station obliged.

“Sir, if this vessel has similar firepower to the last one that was observed, it would be a futile and provocative gesture,” said Data. Picard stood up, looking over the dimly illuminated light grey ship headed toward them.

“Hail them” he said. The ship’s counsellor, Deanna Troi seemed to choke for a moment.

“That won’t be necessary.” Came a clear, calm and unexpected voice from behind him, as a slight hum could be heard. “I am here to negotiate with you.”

The entire bridge crew turned as one to face the intruder. She was a tall woman, with striking blond hair and dressed in strange black robes.

“I am Annika Hansen, ambassador from the Daleks.” She said, smiling.

[Setesh]

Dalek Ambassador? AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[NecronLord]

It's a novel one isn't it?

EDIT: You haven't even seen the 'negotiation' yet

[NecronLord]

Bear with me folks, it will get better...

Chapter 5: Flight.
“Gallagher to Newton!” he repeated to his combadge, for the fifth time. Nothing. The commander looked up at the vast enclosed sky. Fortunately the star was relatively dormant. The Newton could not be seen in the metallic sky.

He looked at the shuttles resting on the smooth landing area. He practically bounded toward them and up the lowered ramp of the closest one, the rest of the away team with him. Strangely enough the console was bleeping incessantly at them.

He looked closer at the display. The scanner was lit up with madly gyrating lights. Gallagher casually tapped one of the controls. There was a starship of some sort hovering over their position. What seemed to be a large amount of small flying units was descending onto the base. They were not displaying any federation call sign.

That could mean only one thing… the Newton had been destroyed by an attack.

He powered up the shields.

In the air, and descending rapidly, two squadrons of dalek transolar disks registered the shields. They powered up their weapons.

At the same time, the crew of the Enterprise was reacting to their visitor.
“I am Captain Jean Luc Picard. Of the United Federation of Plane-”
“We are aware of who you are.” Snapped Seven. “From this time forward that body no longer exists. You will now serve the Dalek Empire.” William Riker stood up from his chair.
“Now you wait just one secon…”

Seven seemed to move dazzlingly fast, her arm came up and lightning arced from her fingers to hit the commander in the chest. Two security officers drew their weapons, and she turned to them, killing them both with azure bolts of energy.

“Enough of this.” Seven snapped, smiling slightly “You will serve the daleks, you cannot resist us. In three of your weeks we expect your unconditional surrender, or your fleet will be destroyed.” She cocked her head slightly “And in case you need some proof…” she said as she faded away.

The ship was rocked violently, a shower of sparks erupted from one of the consoles as the dalek ship obliterated the Enterprise’s shields, though it had aimed away from the hull, the shield generators overloaded, blasting themselves to pieces. The dalek destroyer turned away, almost contemptuously and moved back into its previous patrol route.

“Ensign McCall!” shouted Gallagher, “Re-route power to shields.” The young woman furiously hit buttons on the console.

“We’ve got eighty percent sir, maybe eighty five,” she said, standing and moving aft and working on one of the larger consoles.

“This thing’s carrying too many sensors, and no weapons,” shouted Lieutenant Grey in frustration, as another hit from the flying special weapons dalek behind them rocked the shuttle. Gallagher piloted the small ship with expert skill as another blast narrowly missed it.

“That is logical in a research outpost.” Said T’paal, another of the officers from the Newton. Another hit rocked the ship again.

“Seventy seven” shouted ensign McCall. Gallagher looked at the sensor display. Ten thousand kilometres to the exit, with a little luck it would be still working and unguarded, unfortunately today didn’t seem to be his day.

“Captain, we are unable to engage warp drive.” Reported Commander Data, tapping the keys of the console, “residual heat though the EPS system has raised the temperature of the warp manifolds to over the danger threshold, there is a high probability that if we engage warp drive the systems will overload.”

“How long Mr Data,” demanded Picard, pacing across the bridge as the team from sickbay arrived to take the first officer for treatment.

“Ten minutes sir” replied the android.

The shuttle was buffeted by another blast. “Twenty” said ensign McCall.
“We might just make it!” muttered Gallagher, their pursuers were steadily dropping back, they couldn’t outrun the shuttle, and in open space the shuttle could loose them with ease. “T’pall. Man the sensors; see if you can’t find the Newton. Grey get ready to hail the exit signal antenna!” he ordered, as the shuttle was buffeted again.

Grey pressed the button, and the vast plating system began to open, as a system of incredibly strong tractor beams preparing to activate.

Aboard the dalek ship waiting outside the sphere, which had attacked the enterprise, this was also noted.

The shuttle shot from the opening like a bullet.

“Captain, sensors detect a federation shuttle leaving the sphere. It seems to be from the research base.” Reported lieutenant Worf, the surly klingon security officer. “It appears to be damaged.”

Picard looked at him. “Lock onto life signs. Transport survivors directly to sickbay.” The dalek ship on the veiwscreen stopped accelerating, turning for a moment, it casually annihilated the shuttle with one of its point defence masers.

Picard stared as the ship began to turn towards the enterprise.

“Engage, warp nine” he shouted. “Do it now.” he snapped at the helmsman, who was preparing a protest.

[consequences]

Now was that very nice?

[CJvR]

Where did Seven learn her negotiating skills? On Kronos?

Still Ambassador is better employment than a short career as slave laboror for life.

[NecronLord]

Where did Seven learn her negotiating skills?

Heh. It's a trick to ensure that starfleet sends as many ships as it can to defend earth/homeplanets, letting the daleks destroy them en masse rather than have to hunt them... And the worst thing is, the UFP are so dumb they won't figure that out.

See. I'm not as green as I am cabbage looking.

[Setesh]

cool the Dalek implant weapon strikes again

[consequences]

Its the Corbin Dallas school of negotiation of course

[NecronLord]

Heh. that film's great fun.

The Enterprise shook as the warp engines took it past the speed of light, the systems inside the nacelles glowed a bright yellow from the heat. In engineering, the crew worked furiously to cool the vital systems before they overloaded.

“Captain, we are now one light hour from the sphere. It would be advisable to drop out of warp and make repairs.” Said Data.

Captain Picard, his hands digging into the padded armrests of his command chair began to relax. “Make it so.” He ordered tersely, and the starlines on the viewer began to contract back into bright pinpricks of light.

He exhaled, looking to his left, he could see that counsellor Troi was even paler than himself, her eyes staring blankly at a wall on the far side of the bridge. Sensing his concern she turned towards him, but couldn’t seem to find any suitable words to convey what she had read.

Gallagher materialised on the transporter pad, the familiar feeling dissipating. His right arm had been burnt, but other than that he seemed fine, forcing himself to ignore the pain he asked: “What ship is this?” The chief transporter technician looked up at him.

“USS Enterprise.” she replied. “We’re sorry about the others.” She added quickly. Gallagher looked around. He was alone, the others must have died on the shuttle. Then he felt his legs give way and slipped into unconsciousness.

Several hours later, as the enterprise cruised at warp six, Captain Picard was arguing with Commodore Clark.

“The fleet must be recalled commodore, this is probably the greatest threat the federation has ever faced.”

“I understand your concern Jean Luc, but the logistics involved to get the numbers you’re talking about to earth in three weeks are nearly impossible. For a start we’d need to put out an all points relay message. That hasn’t been done for seventy years captain, and you know it.”

“These ships have been known to effortlessly vaporise Borg cubes commodore.” Our normal earth defences are barely rated against a single cube.” Replied the captain in exasperation. “We must assume that these, daleks, are dozens of times more powerful. Five hundred ships is the absolute minimum we’ll need.”

“Jean Luc” said the commodore “we don’t even know that they’ll be attacking earth. What about Vulcan, Rigel, Betazed and all the other core planets?” do you expect them to go undefended?”

“No, but I’m certain that we must defend the capital of the federation, that is where they will most likely strike.” Said the captain, his words becoming forceful. “In fact, I intend to lodge a formal protest with the admiralty over this course of action, for all the good that will do.” He snapped in rage.

“That is your prerogative captain,” said Clark, smiling “but in the mean time, I’m ordering you to proceed to the Typhon sector.” He picked up a padd. “There are some gaseous anomalies there that need cataloguing. Clarke out.” He said, as the screen glossed over with the federation seal.

Clark leaned back in his padded seat and looked out of the window at San Francisco bay stretched out before him.

“Why did you order them away?” asked Seven, stepping from the corner of the room. He turned.

“Captain Picard, or rather the enterprise, any of them, has a reputation for doing the impossible.” He said, sweating slightly.

“Not Picard, the entire fleet. Recall them.” she snapped.

“But, why? Surely your associates can’t take on hundreds of ships so easily.” Seven smiled.

“They can, and – commodore – they will. Remember our agreement Clark. When starfleet is destroyed you will be appointed ruler of the federation, as a reward for your co-operation.” Seven said softly, the small man’s eyes lit up with greed at the thought.

“I’ll put out the relay right away.” He said, already walking to the door, Seven smiled.

Picard stared out of the window of his ready room. He had spent almost his entire life obeying orders, but now the orders made no sense. He knew that he should be able to rise above his contempt for Clark, he was after all a starfleet officer. However, deep down, he knew that Clark was, quite simply a desk officer who didn’t care about the safety of the federation, only his own interests.

The door chimed. “Enter” he said. Data stepped into the room.

“We have received an all points subspace relay from starfleet command captain, code one invasion warning” the android said “all available ships are ordered to return to Earth and other planets.”

Picard turned headed toward the bridge, “Excellent Mr. Data, it appears someone has over-ruled Clark. Set course for Earth, maximum warp.”

[Xon]

1st post!

Good story. Hope it continues.

[Setesh]

500 ships? for what the formal surrender?

Keep it coming

[Singular Quartet]

500 ships? for what the formal surrender?

Keep it coming

Oh, good lord no. More like the formal butchering.

[NecronLord]

Oh, good lord no. More like the formal butchering.

Ritualised slaughter.

I thought it would be a little unreasonable for them to be able to get more than that to earth in three weeks.

[NecronLord]

Very late.

Seven lay on the bunk, her eyes closed. She appeared to be dreaming. She was however rather busy.

Near the bed, two silver daleks sat monitoring various displays integrated into the walls. They were strategists, part of the small bridgehead.

Seven watched the glyphs and diagrams showing the dalek fleet build-up in orbit of Terask. Twenty minutes remained – two hundred rels – before the dalek fleet would fold space into orbit of the planet earth.

She opened her eyes, sitting up as she did so. “Report” she said to the nearest dalek.

“Defence fleets have taken up axial positions.” replied the dalek.

“Excellent” said Seven, “I will go to the surface.” Sweeping towards a turbolift.


Captain Picard looked out of the window, the stars around earth were almost blocked out by starships. They were at the northern axis of the planet, waiting for the dawn. Another fleet was at the southern axis.

There was little time left before the deadline expired. The door chimed. “Enter” he said. Deanna Troi stepped through the door. “Counsellor” he said in ackowlagement.
“Captain” she replied, walking forward and taking a seat, uninvited. Picard sat behind his desk.
“We will loose.” she said, the Captain’s jaw almost dropped.
“How do you know?” he asked, almost angrily.

“I saw into the mind of their ambassador” said Troi. “They are here in force. And they intend to attack in force.” she continued.

“How many?” asked Picard.
“I don’t know.” she said, thinking “but more than we can handle captain.”

“Captain Picard to the bridge” said Data over the comms. Picard was in motion almost instantly.

A single moment before, the daleks had activated their hyperdrive. Hyperdrive worked by swapping the space-time around the ship with the space-time of the target. In essence, folding space. From a normal perspective, this seemed to happen instantaneously, though in the hyperspace area of effect, time still seemed to flow.

The dalek ships appeared from nowhere, almost instantly they began firing at the federation fleet, destroying federation starships in quick succession with their maser and laser batteries.

On the surface, Seven watched the destruction from the Golden Gate Bridge. Looking north she could see a succession of explosions – some exceedingly powerful – though her eyes had been modified to be able to tolerate this level of luminosity easily.

Federation citizens, though here they were mostly starfleet ground staff, were milling around – terrified. ‘As well they should be.’ thought Seven.

The dalek fleet accelerated to attack range against the federation ships.

Aboard the Enterprise, and the rest of the fleet there was panic. “They’re still out of range captain, five million kilometres” reported the tactical officer. The daleks were firing from a massive distance, and with incredible accuracy.

A nearby starship was hit – an Ambassador class. The explosion dropped the Enterprise’s shields. Picard was thrown forward from his seat, a dozen consoles exploded into fountains of sparks.

Commodore Clark walked up to Seven.

“Well, I see it’s begun.” he said. “So, when will you be landing?”
“We will not be landing.” Said Seven.
“What do you mean?” asked the commodore.
“You will see,” she said, smiling enigmatically.

Seven moved apart from the commodore and sent a signal, Behind her, on the centre of the historic bridge a cylindrical shape began to appear – a planet killer bomb. Seven faded as the matter transmitter removed her and the daleks from the planet.

The planet Earth disappeared in a brilliant white flash, obscuring the sky, and overloading the visual systems of the federation ships far enough away not to be vaporised or melted by the initial blast. Liquid rubble was blasted out of the planet at high speed, evaporating as it did so. The dalek ships turned as one and activated their hyper-drives as the planet disappeared into a transparent and expanding vapour cloud.

[consequences]

Damn. Boom Today.

Edit: and first post too, Hey Nonny Nonny!

About the only hope for our galaxy at this point would be an intervention by the Doctor.

[Singular Quartet]

Damn. Boom Today.

Edit: and first post too, Hey Nonny Nonny!

About the only hope for our galaxy at this point would be an intervention by the Doctor.

Not sure if one would give a damn...

[Adrian Tullberg]

Nice work ...

[Setesh]

Bwah-hahahahhahahahahahaha

[LT.Hit-Man]

Ahh yess nothing like wiping out the home planet of such weakling scum and then let a few of them live to spred the terror
A very fine chapter Necron