Demented and Cruel Crossover

[LT.Hit-Man]

Ahh Necron another fine chapter, love the deep frying of lameway
Keep up the good work

[NecronLord]

And now, part 10


Fooled you!

Ok, I haven't got it done, i've had a busy week. It'll probably be done tomorrow.

[Setesh]

Grrrr

P.S. tried to get the image you wanted but my image capture errors out on the DVD I'll try on a friends later

[NecronLord]

Thanks for trying anyway Set.

Again, another delay. This one is longer. It's also probably the best yet.

Incredible levels of Janeway torment, impending destruction of something universally loathed and some evil-evil-evil-ness.

PS, what did you all think of the Dalek Emperor?

[Burak Gazan]

Ì always liked Davros

[Kuja]

Finally remembered to read this.


Mmmmm, is that the smell of burnt Feddie?

[NecronLord]

Chapter 4, Decisions

The dalek emperor’s command module returned to Skaro. Shortly later the emperor of the daleks descended as the lift slowly locked into position in the supreme council chamber. Eleven other daleks waited there, interfacing with the room’s separate local network. The dalek emperor connected himself to the network, surveying the dalek supreme, his lieutenants, the supreme controllers, and the other supreme council daleks.

“Something interesting has come to my attention.” said the emperor through the link.
“What is it?” was the immediate response from one of the supreme council daleks.
“There has been a type three temporal incident.” He said gravely. They all knew what that meant, a timeline jump.
“What are the details of the incident?” asked the dalek supreme.
“We have discovered an alternate timeline in a low level of technological progression. Analysts have categorised the point of relative divergence at over ten billion years ago.”
“How low is the level?” asked one of the controllers. The emperor uploaded the data.
“We could use this alternate universe as a resource production and military facility.” Said the dalek supreme.
“That is my intent.” replied the emperor, once again satisfied with his second in command. “We must prepare a subjugation force.” he added.

“Genetic Scan completed” reported one of the daleks. The other silver dalek rotated his dome to look at B’lanna, who was now struggling against the clamps. It wondered if it was worth bothering interrogating the prisoner. There was probably nothing of any real interest to the daleks in her mind.

“Remove the specimen” he said. The clamps retracted into the table, and the klingon engineer sat up, glaring around the room, though the two guard’s weapons pointing at her discouraged her from doing more.

“Stand” instructed one of the grey daleks.
“She is to be taken to holding sub-area delta.” grated one of the silver daleks

Meanwhile the captain was not faring quite so well. As the analysis disk probed her mind it began to do damage, not the psychological damage that came with most interrogations, but real, physical damage. On level nine hundred of the one thousand possible levels neurones began to die. Voltage was not something the human brain was well able to tolerate well. There was a point at which the chemical transmitters of the brain were insufficient to communicate the pain, the daleks had an answer to that.

Part of the disk’s induction apparatus contained a diabolical invention, a remote potential transmitter, based on a trans-mat it induced an election flow in millions of neurones at once, bypassing the limitations on how much pain an organic being could possibly experience.

Fortunately for herself, Janeway wasn’t very conscious of the agony she was in now, there wasn’t much room for the formation of thoughts under such nerve induction.

She wasn’t even able to croak any more. There was little she could remember, other than pain. Pain. Pain was everywhere. There was no escape from the pain.

“Discontinue induction” commanded her tormentor. Janeway fell back to reality slowly, the pain was gone, but her memory of it was not.

Finally she was able to scream and react to the pain. As she rolled on the floor in agony the silver dalek turned to his grey minions. “Take her to an isolation cell.” he ordered
“We obey.” They replied, one extending the sucker arm and clamped it onto the captain’s head, dragging her along the floor and out of the room.

In another part of the vast construction, Seven of Nine was about to be examined. She was pushed into a large room, rather like a laboratory. There were silver coloured daleks working over a large array of instruments, on several large slabs in the corner were androids, white coloured, some in more disrepair than others. Several looked a little like the Borg, partly android, partly organic species.

It was obvious now to seven why she had been kept alive, the grey dalek behind her prodded her towards a wall with several barred recesses in it. One of the doors slid upwards into the ceiling and she was forced inside.

“So it is decided?” asked the supreme dalek.
“It is.” Replied the emperor “we shall dispatch the seventh fleet, and a large ground contingent to this ‘alternate’ universe to establish a base of operations. We shall dispatch a supreme controller to oversee the operations.”

Several days later the fleet was assembled. Six cruisers, (kill-cruiser class) sat amid forty destroyers and a dozen troop carriers. The pride and heart of the fleet however was something far rarer than any of those ships. Surrounded by the dozen strong flotilla of attack squadron galazar command ship 005 was one of the rarest ships in the dalek fleet.

The fleet orbited the desolate planet Terask at thirty six thousand kilometres. Ahead of them was a massive new space station, an extermination class defence station, it was about two kilometres across, one of the few constructions large enough to hold the time corridor generator needed for an entire fleet.

The sperical distortion, that glowed a dull red colour, began to appear around the fleet and the station. A few moments later the distortion disappeared.

Aboard the command ship the operators performed a scan of the area.

“Sensors confirm that we have arrived in the alternate dimension. Negative response from dalek command network, no carrier signal detected.”

The supreme controller gazed at the display system.

“Instruct station to begin carrier signal.” He commanded.

“I obey.” The dalek stopped. “Alert! Readings indicate that the planet Terask is inhabited! Technological level three, Spaceflight Capable Ballistic Missiles have been launched at our position.” He reported “Estimated time to contact twenty two seconds, predicted probability of impact twenty percent per missile, probability of damage to dalek vessels is zero point zero zero zero two.”

“Raise fleet shields!” instructed the controller “Ground bombardment, minimum extermination level.” He commanded. Targeted maser beams lanced down at the urban areas on the surface, blasting them to rubble in seconds.

“All Terask major urban areas destroyed.” Reported the sensor operator as the futile impacts of the missiles splattered against the shields. ”Readings indicate that there are large numbers of survivors. Should we melt the surface?”
“No” replied the controller, “We may have a use for them in the future.”

“Message from station, they are receiving a signal over the command network utilising trans-hyper signals.”
“Display the signal” grated the controller.

[Kuja]

Hmmmm. And the plot thickens...

[JodoForce]

Cool

[Sokar]

Awesome, just fucking awesome!!
You've got Dalek speak DOWN!

"Report!"
"I Obey"

Classic man, just Classic.

[CJvR]

Only to level 900, Im somewhat disappointed!

Any plans for the invasion/extermination? I would think that the Borg would be the most useful conquest for the glory of the growing Dalek empire. Reprogram the Borg through their com-network and you have one instant slave race.

[Setesh]

Only to level 900, Im somewhat disappointed!

Any plans for the invasion/extermination? I would think that the Borg would be the most useful conquest for the glory of the growing Dalek empire. Reprogram the Borg through their com-network and you have one instant slave race.

The borg as a spacefarring entity are more or less wiped out

[NecronLord]

The borg aren't up to much. However, after the dalek signal is dealt with, another trekkie favorite will bite the dust, (or rather the fluidic space)

Besides, the daleks aren't all that good with programming, despite appearing mechanical, they are still orgaic creatures.

[Singular Quartet]

The borg aren't up to much. However, after the dalek signal is dealt with, another trekkie favorite will bite the dust, (or rather the fluidic space)[/quote[

I would think that if they were to note that someone wiped out the borg, they wouldn't bother them, as long as they themselves were left alone. Of course, I doubt they would be left alone...

Besides, the daleks aren't all that good with programming, despite appearing mechanical, they are still orgaic creatures.

Just go back in time, and hire a few Earth Programmers. I'm sure they'd love the challenge, and some of the more obscure ones would love to work for the Daleks, but only if they give refrences

[NecronLord]

I would think that if they were to note that someone wiped out the borg, they wouldn't bother them, as long as they themselves were left alone. Of course, I doubt they would be left alone...

I'm going to take another shot at Voyager physics. IE normal ships wouldn't work in 'fluidic' space. But no, of course they won't be left alone. Remember that whole 'the weak will perish' nonsense. Well they'll be becoming a major power now that the borg are no more. A power ripe for extermination.

Besides, the daleks aren't all that good with programming, despite appearing mechanical, they are still orgaic creatures.

Just go back in time, and hire a few Earth Programmers. I'm sure they'd love the challenge, and some of the more obscure ones would love to work for the Daleks, but only if they give refrences

What if they just gave them some cool tech to go home, patent and make a fortune from. That said the daleks are more than able to do computing, they just aren't as good as some of the Dr Who species, Namely the mechons and cybermen, who are -unsurprisingly- good at it.

[Singular Quartet]

Alright then.

[Adrian Tullberg]

Ah ... the pepperpots are still in glorious form ...

[NecronLord]

The image of a dalek supreme controller filled the screen. It began to speak, it’s luminosity dischargers flashing, “This message has been recorded aboard an anti ship missile. This missile was launched down a time corridor in order to intercept this vessel.” The screen switched to show a disk shaped metallic spacecraft with two flimsy nacelles emerging from the back. The controller’s voice continued.

“This vessel is the ‘Enterprise’, registry NX-01.It must be exterminated, as it has been created by uncontrolled time travel, and causes paradoxes with the established timeline of this universe. To avoid the risk of damage to this universe, the space time co-ordinates to intercept this vessel have been transmitted with this message. You must launch a missile through a time corridor to destroy it. You must also launch a beacon containing this message modified to clean the transmission.”

A few moments later, a pair of missiles was launched from the command ship. They streaked into the waiting time corridor, skipping through centuries and kilolightyears in an instant, before one slammed into the target, annihilating it totally.

Months passed, the Dalek Empire began to grow. Small engagements at first, testing their opponents. New daleks were manufactured to take over the garrisons of the conquered planets as they fell, ever quicker, ever in greater numbers.

On the boundary of the Klingon Empire, the mining colony of Ko’rath went about it’s usual business. Little happened here, only the occasional freighter or antiquated bird of prey came here, until the fateful day the daleks arrived.

The destroyer group arrived first, sweeping away space and airborne resistance. Next came the troop carrier, dropping from its hyper-drive with precision over the capital. The dalek bombardment was brief, almost a formality. The colonists heavily opposed the landings, warriors took the fight to the daleks on every street.

The daleks rolled along the street of the capital in an arrowhead formation. Crowds of klingons were gathering at the end of the street. The blue leader stopped his squad and ordered them to set their weapons to automatic fire mode. The klingons were chanting something at the end of the street. The dalek could have used his onboard translator system to understand it, yet he did not. It didn’t matter.

The klingons charged, thundering towards the enemy, disruptors occasionally lancing out towards the daleks. The daleks strafed the crowd with their own fire several enthusiastically chanting ‘Exterminate!’ The first few rows of klingons were thrown high into the air: their skeletons visibly flickering as their internal organs were scrambled by the insane energies harnessed by the dalek’s projected energy weapons.

The rest of the crowds broke and ran in the opposite direction. The squad leader transmitted a brief message to his counterpart in a nearby transolar disk squadron. They wouldn’t get very far. Sure enough he was rewarded by four daleks on the anti-gravity platforms dropping into position to cover the crowd’s retreat, their guns blazing. His own squad soon joined in the massacre.

In many other parts of the city similar actions were repeated as the invaders clamped down on the city. Those not able or willing to fight were rounded up at gunpoint and forced to assemble near the centre of the administrative district.

Meanwhile, the dalek base on Terask was growing every day. The first ground based installations had been finished. The daleks had used their ship’s weapons to bore great gashes in the planet’s surface to mine out minerals and metals. Entire deserts had been turned to glass by airbusts to provide landing fields for the daleks.

Captain Janeway picked up one of the melted and blackened rocks and shuffled back to join the sodden line of prisoners shuffling along the miles of perfectly straight canyon. Some of them were species she recognised, most she was unfamiliar with.

As she limped back along the artificial canyon she could hear the drone of the automatic mining machines above, and the occasional hum of supervisor drones. It wasn’t that the daleks seemed to need to use slaves for mining, more that they derived some sadistic amusement from it. She sighed and trudged through the mud.

[2000AD]

Nice elimination of Archer and co.

[Setesh]

I haye to repeat myself but trhis time I must

BWAHhahahahahahahahahaha

[NecronLord]

BWAHhahahahahahahahahaha

Which part?

[Setesh]

BWAHhahahahahahahahahaha

Which part?

Do I have to choose just one to give the accolade of maniacal laughter

[Singular Quartet]

BWAHhahahahahahahahahaha

Which part?

Does it matter?

[Setesh]

to MISquote Mako's speach from Conan the Barbarian

"Why do you laugh"
"They're Daleks, they can't do villianous laughter, so I laugh for them"

[CJvR]

Akiraprise get a dose of extermination.

I like the Dalek prison policy...