Blame scriptscribbles, over on tumblr. And The Witch's familiar, for the concept of the Dalek self censoring foreign concepts from their vocabulary banks. It did not turn out too cracky. But it's always nice to get into the writing mood.
They had forgotten their name. It was a given with their society. They were created from one cell, multiplied by the thousands. Held in weapon casing, capable of destructive power. For one purpose, to kill those that are deemed unpure.
They had found a concept that had particularly irked and interested them at the same time.
Love.
To narrow it down, one of the many loves of the oncoming storm, the great Predator, with the Bad Wolf, the one human that caused the near downfall of all Daleks.
They had heard stories about them, during the reconstruction of their race. In preparation for the ultimate plan, for their kind to reach beyond the barriers of the vast universe. And destroy all.
"THIS IS A MOMENTOUS EVENT IN ALL OF THE HISTORY OF THE DALEKS!" The Supreme Dalek started to say, all of the newly created Daleks were set to receive their castings. "THE DALEKS SHALL REIGN, THE DOCTOR WILL HAVE HIS VERY SOUL DESTROYED!"
They kept watch as the younglings were settled. Though all the while, that sole Dalek contemplated among itself. How, despite the horrors that they had heard in their long life, there was one other being that should have been mentioned. With so much hatred for it's species, it was almost... beautiful.
It was said that the force of destruction was lost to another world, as a consequence of claiming the lives of another section of Daleks, and a corrupted form of Cybermen during a battle on a level five planet called Earth.
And it was also said, from one of the Cult of Skaro, that The Doctor's heart would be returned to him, for one last time.
They were the first to volunteer for the invasion of Earth, the same planet the Bad Wolf was created. It was amazed at how the warrior had came from such low level surroundings.
But all the more admirable.
They had beamed down from their ship, eager, and focused on finding Bad Wolf, to even see her destruction, would be more than enough. Through the Dalek web, they had found out about the death of one Dalek near Chiswick, London. The report detailing that the origins of the laser was 'mixture of artron energy and void signatures.
She had returned to the universe once more.
They roamed with a purpose, to find her, and offer her assistance. It was not unprecedented from the warrior, she had made friends with a lowly Dalek, just like itself. Granted, it was infected, and, as the story went, had decided to die to keep the last of the Daleks pure.
Instead of helping to reconstruct their kind.
They had moved ahead, when she appeared. Running, covered in the clothes of a warrior, and with a bigger weapon in her hands that the Storm would be bound to hypocritically be against.
And speaking of the Storm...
He was running as well, his mouth gaping wide. Reckless.
He would prove it to the Bad Wolf, prove of how pure his love was.
He shouted the only words that the Predator would be terrified to say in his dreams.
"EXTERMINATE!" The Dalek suit translated, it being unsuited to translate such a bizarre concept out loud, firing off a shot at the destroyer of worlds. To their happiness, the Storm twist in pain and fell to the ground.
They had only saw the crestfallen look on the Bad Wolf's face. Before feeling the hot sting of-