Demented and Cruel Crossover

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-03-30 03:20pm

Cool.

Singular Quartet · Post by **Singular Quartet** » 2003-03-30 05:15pm

Just a note, you shouldn't have stopped two paragraphs into a cahpter. You should have stopped at the chapter.

LT.Hit-Man · Post by **LT.Hit-Man** » 2003-03-31 12:22am

Ahhh Voyager is nothing more then a cloud of atoms.
Necronlord you are realy doing well with this fic keep up the good work.

Setesh · Post by **Setesh** » 2003-04-01 06:56am

So Voyagers gone, Lameway the Doc and 7 captured(possibly Torres the scene could be taken as stun or kill). The borg are being swated like flies.
(insert Rocky theme here)
It just keeps getting better and better.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-01 07:05am

Setesh wrote:(possibly Torres the scene could be taken as stun or kill).

I haven't made my mind up on that. Hence 'neutralised'.

Setesh · Post by **Setesh** » 2003-04-04 06:27am

For those unfamilier with the Daleks:

http://www.users.globalnet.co.uk/~mimri ... design.htm

hvb · Post by **hvb** » 2003-04-04 09:00am

Cool stuff! Keep 'em comming!

(just don't aim them at the SW Empire, pretty please

)

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-05 08:42am

hvb wrote:(just don't aim them at the SW Empire, pretty please )

I was considering adding Admiral Daala to the hitlist...

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-06 03:06pm

I haven't been well lately, so no major developments in tonights installment. What d'yall think of "Renaissance of the Daleks" as a title, it ties in with episodes that had R- of the Daleks...

The red dalek stopped in front of its twin. “The expendable prisoners are to be taken to standard storage. The doctor is to be taken to the maximum containment area.” It said.
“Agreed” replied its companion. Janeway shuddered at the word expendable. It was clear that she fell into that category. The first red dalek, the assault leader turned to her. “Retrieve the other prisoner.” It ordered the lights on its dome seeming to flash impatiently.

Katherine Janeway walked back into the shuttle and picked up B’lanna Torres. Her head was bruised, and there was a thin layer of dried pinkish blood on her face. The former captain struggled to lift the engineer; eventually she managed to hoist the half-klingon woman onto her shoulder.

“Proceed” ordered the dalek, indicating the doorway to the landing bay with its sink-plunger-like attachment. This attachment had originally been conceived as a metal claw, and occasionally daleks were refitted with claws, however research at the time of the dalek development had developed a manipulator field generator, which while occasionally known to fail, was extremely flexible.

As Janeway struggled under the weight of the engineer, the doctor, still carrying Seven followed her. The daleks directed them into a lift. Three daleks followed them into the lift, and the doors slid shut silently. The lift hummed for a moment and the doors opened again. The daleks reversed out of the lift. The lead dalek, now a grey coloured one, ordered them to follow.

They walked down the cold gunmetal grey corridor. Janeway was still in a sort of dazed and confused shock. They stopped outside an imposing doorway; one of the daleks pressed its manipulator against a raised dome on the wall, the door hissed open.

“Enter” it said in a menacing tone. They entered the room, there was another dalek coloured light blue inside, waiting for them. It was plugged into a computer of some kind. Its dome swivelled to face them. “Approach” it said.

The ex-captain approached the dalek, staggering slightly under the weight of her chief engineer, she hadn’t been used to doing physical work, but rather making decisions.

“Place your wrist in the alcove.” It instructed. Janeway put her hand into a cylindrical hole. She felt something cold and metallic clamp down on her wrist, Janeway was also certain that she felt several small needles penetrate her skin. She jerked her hand out of the device. Attached to it was a manacle of some form.

She looked at the dalek, confused slightly. The dalek looked back. “Place the other prisoner’s hand into the alcove.” it instructed. Janeway looked at the dalek for a moment, and then she slid B’lanna down from her shoulder and took hold of the sagging woman’s arm.

She pushed the unconscious engineer’s arm into the hole and heard a slight click.

The dalek ordered the doctor to do the same with seven and he complied, somewhat reluctantly. The dalek turned to the others “Remove the doctor.” it ordered. Its minions approached the doctor.
“Proceed” they ordered, and he was hurried through the door, then it silently slid closed behind him.

The blue dalek detached itself from the computer console, and turned to Janeway, who had knelt on the floor and was looking at Torres’ injuries.
“Proceed” it ordered Janeway looked around, and saw at the end of the room a long corridor of some twenty-five meters. It was hexagonal and engineered from a black material of some kind.

The captain pulled her engineer along the passageway, on either side of her; at short intervals was what could be described as cages. They were small, about a meter high and the same length wide, and at their shortest a meter inset into the wall. They were in pairs, on above another, and there was a pair on either side of the passageway.

Each was guarded by a thick, about a finger’s width, plate of a transparent substance, though Janeway could tell that it wasn’t glass as it has a matte surface, despite the lighting. They were all empty. The dalek ordered her to stop. “Step away” it commanded. The captain stepped back from her paralytic crewmember. The dalek also stopped, and plugged its manipulator arm into a receiver on the wall.

Though still comatose the engineer began to move. Janeway narrowed her eyes, she hadn’t been expecting this recovery. Then she noticed that her engineer’s hair seemed to take a strange aspect, it was moving unaided. The klingon hybrid began levitating toward the ceiling.

Then Janeway realised that the dalek must have reset the artificial gravity. The engineer was accelerating toward the ceiling. She landed on it with a slight bump, though fortunately the accelerating force was only a tenth of gravity.

The transparent door of one of the boxes slid upward, and B’lanna fell into it, due to another gravity shift., and the door snapped downwards. With B’lanna seeming to rest on the ceiling from Janeway’s perspective.

“Follow” the dalek ordered Janeway and returned down the passageway. The dalek instructed the captain to pull seven along the corridor to the same location, always keeping it’s gun trained on her. The captain dragged Seven to the same area, and stepped backwards, leaving the ex borg on the floor again.

The doorway below B’lanna slid downwards and Seven fell into another box. The dalek looked at Janeway and instructed her; “Kneel” it said. Janeway stepped forward and knelt on the floor. The door opposite Seven of Nine’s opened and Janeway felt the gravity switch off for a moment. Then she fell to her side, hitting her head on the top of the tiny cell. The door slid shut and the dalek glided away.

2000AD · Post by **2000AD** » 2003-04-06 04:15pm

first post!

JodoForce · Post by **JodoForce** » 2003-04-07 02:10pm

second post

LT.Hit-Man · Post by **LT.Hit-Man** » 2003-04-10 07:38pm

NecronLord wrote:
hvb wrote:(just don't aim them at the SW Empire, pretty please )
I was considering adding Admiral Daala to the hitlist...

That would be cool Necronlord or better yet Darth Vader

Enjoy this link Necronlord you might find it helpful in your fic
http://members.iinet.net.au/~althomp/mutant/index.htm

By the way I realy enjoy this fic very much, so much so I have an idea I'd like to run by you, drop me a pm when you read this and we'll talk.

brothersinarm · Post by **brothersinarm** » 2003-04-10 11:15pm

at least save 7of9!!!

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-11 03:25pm

brothersinarm wrote:at least save 7of9!!!

Maybe I will.

Maybe I won't...

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-04-12 01:54am

"It's a beautiful day for a massacre!"

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-19 04:26pm

Part 7 tomorrow...

Einhander Sn0m4n · Post by **Einhander Sn0m4n** » 2003-04-19 04:55pm

R0X0R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

Excellent fanfic!!

Companion Cube · Post by **Companion Cube** » 2003-04-19 04:59pm

Go Daleks!

Setesh · Post by **Setesh** » 2003-04-19 05:00pm

yay, Janeway torture (their gonna' be reeeeeaaaly pissed once the realize they have the wrong Doctor

)

on a lighter note

http://randomaxe.keenspace.com/d/20020819.html

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-20 07:56am

Age old debate?

The daleks have a planet killer the size of a galaxy class, and a few thousand of them. A single dalek can puree a platoon of the British army (1963), the borg get owned by a frenchman with a tommygun...

The black dalek watched it’s crew perform their functions. They were performing as normal. This was no surprise to his. He rolled backwards, disconnecting from the ship. He rolled into the lift behind him. It ascended a level, into the planning room above the bridge.

The black dalek plugged himself back into the ship and called up the latest data intercepts from the ships that attacked them. As expected, they showed a second wave of enemy vessels amassing near the long-range portal entrance. Almost ten thousand of them were preparing to attack.

The enemy hoped to overcome them by attacking en masse. It was just about possible that they may succeed in doing so. It would have been possible for the ship to simply escape. That however, would have left the enemy force unharmed. He switched to the short-range view of the system. An O spectrum star, a few small rocks, a debris field where the infested planet had been, and a gas giant.

Suddenly an Idea came to his mind

Aboard the dalek ship, Seven of Nine woke up. For the first time in her deceptively short life she had developed a hangover. She pushed herself up onto her arms and looked around. The ex-borg looked around, she was in a small holding cell of some sort, facing a solid metal wall.

She tucked her legs underneath her body and sat up, her head painfully pressed against the ceiling of the cell. She tried to turn around. There was a transparent door to the cell.

She leant forwards and leaned against the door, pushing her fingers through several small holes, presumably air holes. She could see Captain Janeway looking at her from the opposite cell.

“Captain” she whispered.

Janeway stared blankly back at her. She seemed to be in shock. Seven whispered urgently to her again, “Captain!” she hissed.

The captain did nothing but stare into the distance.

Returned to the bridge, the black dalek watched as preparations were completed.

“Trans-mat ready” reported one of the three grey and black daleks.
“Transport the device into the planet.” He ordered.

In another part of the ship a large hyper – explosive device began to disappear.

“Trans-mat completed” reported the dalek.
“Space warp opening is preparing.” Interjected another dalek, “Estimated time to full opening is now eighty rels!” it reported.

The black dalek felt anticipation. This would doubtless be remembered if it succeeded. He would likely be given a far greater command. “Divert weapon power to shields and engines.” He commanded.
“I obey.” Replied one of the other daleks.

The dalek ship accelerated away from the vast gas giant. Falling towards the star In the distance, it’s spectrum shifted into blue by the velocity.

Four minutes later, the transwarp conduit opened. The greatest armada ever assembled by the Borg began to disgorge from it. Thousands of cubes and spheres came forth from the portal. Ready to adapt to anything these aggressors could fire at them. Resistance was futile.

They scanned outwards with their sensors. They could find nothing. Then there was something, a tiny reading, a pulse, a signal, a signature. They began to head towards it. The first spheres, faster than their lumbering and slow battlewagon cousins, arrived in orbit of the gas giant.

Aboard the flagship of the borg fleet, a class one strategic cube by their designations, a massive cube of fifteen kilometres per side, the borg queen was puzzled. There was certainly something there, but what was it?

Hours passed. The Borg armada finally finished their arrival. They formed a blockade around the planet. Satisfied with the forces at her disposal, the queen ordered a sphere, sphere one five eight, to descend into the clouds.

It descended through the thickening gaseous clouds of hydrogen and helium, while being buffeted by intense winds. The sphere was able to descend for at least a few hundred kilometres. The signal was still faint, it seemed to be coming from the core of the planet itself.

Inside the star, well below the range the borg would be able to detect them, though it was unlikely that the borg would be able to even scan past the chromosphere the dalek ship sat in the star’s radiative zone, photons flowing past it. The black dalek watched on the sensors as the borg tried to penetrate the atmosphere. Tactically they were completely uninspired. Even ogrons possessed more initiative than this machine species, and they were barely considered sentient.

He activated a signal relay. Deep within the gas planet, the bomb activated, A flash vaporised the silicate rock core, blasting it outward and forcing it to expand simultaneously. The rippling shockwave spread outwards through the mantle of water ice, methane and ammonia, boiling them and blasting them into orbit. The borg began to turn, began to flee. Too late. The pulse of superheated atmosphere hit them. Their limited shields were easily destroyed, their fragile hulls folded like paper before the wave washing against them.

The explosions from a hundred times a hundred warp-cores exploding would one day light the sky of a primitive world a dozen light years away. On that day, the gods would make war.

The tide of superheated gases receded, the gases collapsing back into their world, pulled by their own gravity. In space the borg queen screamed with synthesised vocal processors that made no sound. No one could hear, and nobody cared. In a few years the next queen would live to see her empire finally destroyed by the many enemies whose long held grudges would then be settled.

Setesh · Post by **Setesh** » 2003-04-20 03:20pm

The black dalek watched on the sensors as the borg tried to penetrate the atmosphere. Tactically they were completely uninspired. Even ogrons possessed more initiative than this machine species, and they were barely considered sentient.

This would be massivly funny if it wasn't true, Oh wait its still funny.

Still goin; strong, keep up the good work.

Post by **NecronLord** » 2003-04-20 04:24pm

The first two chapters are now available in PDF format.

http://www.angelfire.com/scifi2/iimperi ... tion1.html

Post by **Kuja** » 2003-04-20 09:34pm

The annihilation of the Borg Armada...awesome, simply awesome.

consequences · Post by **consequences** » 2003-04-20 11:31pm

*giggles maniacally* man, this is priceless.

LT.Hit-Man · Post by **LT.Hit-Man** » 2003-04-22 11:50pm

NecronLord wrote:The tide of superheated gases receded, the gases collapsing back into their world, pulled by their own gravity. In space the borg queen screamed with synthesised vocal processors that made no sound. No one could hear, and nobody cared. In a few years the next queen would live to see her empire finally destroyed by the many enemies whose long held grudges would then be settled.

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Oh ya now it get's good.

Necron, as always this fic rocks the house.