Chapter One: Science of the Daleks
Randigon, 2976AD
The TARDIS whirred and landed in a small-ish cave in a huge cliff-face that overhangs a sea of deep, deep indigo, with shallow swells of random waterborne life. The Doctor jumped out first; curious as to witness the great swells of the Randigon seas that are one of the most beautiful sights in the Southern Crane-light Galaxy. It's funny, how accurate the Doctor spoke about this sight. He'd been desperate to see this since he remembered what Apalapuchia used to be like before Two Streams was established.
'The waters of Randigon are as deep purple as those small Parma Violets that I invented in the 1950's' mused the Doctor, only now realising that he'd left Clara inside the TARDIS. 'Clara? Oh, come on Clara, this time its all sights!' whined the Time Lord. A sigh similar to giving in emanated from within the blue box, swiftly followed by its owner, wearing her usual dress/boots combination, while this time sporting a jacket that she had bought on a violently red planet full of tiny elephants the size of paint cans. Just as she was about to retort back, she absorbed this beautiful sight of purple liquid and a soft hue from the green-blue sky housing three suns.
'Wow… it's so… picturesque!' awed Clara. Her short stature froze for well over a minute. It was only when a smiling Doctor sonics the air that she snaps back to reality, desperate to capture this sight. The silence that precedes this has an air of elegance and serenity about it, as far in the distance the call of an alien bird can be heard.
'Welcome to the planet of Randigon, the jewel of this solar cluster' explained the Doctor. Soon after, he walks straight off the edge of the cave into nothingness.
'Doctor, stop!' feared Clara, only seeing the lack of ground once his left foot overstepped it. But his pace never faltered, his feet stayed at the same level as the cave floor. Impatiently, he turned back.
'Well come on then! This planet's got a gravity alternator. Every life form can choose how much the gravity affects them. For example, my gravity is alternating between zero and normal gravity, by which I can just walk normally on air. Now, come along, Clara!' She obliged tentatively, and after a couple of attempts, she grew comfortable with walking.
After a long, peaceful, uneventful time, an object began emerging from the land, and soon, it turned into a vast open city. A huge towering citadel surrounded by smaller, inferior in style buildings. By his expression, the Doctor never saw this place before. For once, this was new to both him and Clara: she smiled at the thought.
As the pair reached a set of extravagant metallic gates, laced with engravings and patterns, a similarly metallic sigh told them that this city was called:
'ARARGOX, THE ANCIENT LAND OF THE RANDIGONIANS.'
Somehow, the city emitted a sense of hostility and violence, but as always, Clara was left wondering as the Doctor sauntered straight through the gates. The street they both came onto was desolate. Buildings towered over them more than twenty feet high and floating streetlights flickered dimly as shadows began to grow from the lack of sunlight.
'Looks like someone left their neighbours in a hurry,' noted the Doctor, as he pointed with his Sonic at the only house in the street with unique differences: the door was half floating, half lying on the ground, with what looked like an imprint of a hand-like shape on the place where doorknobs usually went. A window up above hung inside the walls, only visible due to reflecting light onto a small patch of ground. Inside, it was evident that there had been a struggle: scratches were gorged into the walls, and a small violent fire was still eating away at the floor.
As the two of them continued on, Clara felt as though someone, or something, was tailing them. She saw a shift of orange and grey behind her, but passed it off as the fire from that house. Eventually, they reached an intersection between three streets – one of which was completely obscured from view by a panel of sheet metal – with identical themes. Again, Clara sensed a presence behind her, and when she looked around, saw something quite different from the pale colours of the architecture. Heading into one of the houses, a large dark blue object left them, with grey spheres on its surface. To her it looked like some sort of futuristic droney type thing. She was stopped mid-thought, as the Doctor pulled her towards the next street, and a body he'd just seen poking out of a pile of rubble.
The body was extensively hurt; murky brown liquid was flowing everywhere. Clara thought it was some sort of mud or oil. But soon she realised it was neither: it was blood. She backed away, clutching her mouth in horror. Her breathing hitched in her throat, anticipating vomit.
'Oh god, Doctor. Wh- who could have done this?' she whispered, fearing that whatever killed that being was nearby. What she didn't know, was that it was: it was behind her.
Busy trying to save the person, the Doctor Sonic'd around for any signs of hostile life forms. With a flick of his wrist, he saw that there was only one. And it was close. He couldn't tell what it was, until he spun around to look at Clara.
What he saw completely changed the situation.
Clara was standing awkwardly, unconsciously, surrounded by three Daleks: one orange, one blue and a green one which he had never encountered before.
'What are you doing to her, let her go!' demanded the Doctor.
'Daleks do not conform to orders!' returned the green Dalek, with intensifying speed.
'Let her go now, or I will blast you out of the sky!' bellowed the Doctor, now priming his Sonic onto the red settings. 'What sort of Dalek are you anyway?! I've never seen your sort before!'
'I am a Geneticist. And now, you will be exterminated!' cried the Geneticist, swiftly followed by the orange Scientist.
He ran into the nearest block he could enter, having to leave Clara. Now he must save her. Jumping two by two, he climbed the stairs and thrusts open the window: all the time being chased by cries of 'EXTERMINATE!' The blue Strategist Dalek, along with a trance Clara, were beginning to move away from the street, taking advantage of the gravity alternator.
Just as he was about to activate his Sonic, the two pursuing Daleks met him upstairs silently. They suddenly cried out 'Exterminate!' thrice before he dodged the energy firepower he'd grown so accustom to avoiding. The organic eyestalks locked onto their prey once again, but this time they stopped.
'We must keep the Doctor.' offered the orange Dalek.
'What for?!' angered the Doctor.
'Experimentation.'
'Hah, I'd like to see you try. What use am I for a Dalek experiment?!'
'This is the science of the Daleks, Doctor.' stated the green Dalek. 'You will become the Immortaliser of the Dalek race.'
The Doctor could only gasp in fear.
