She's baaaack! Dalek Hel returns! Guess you thought you'd seen the last of her, huh? Well, me too. I did have an idea of how I wanted her story to actually end, but then a plot bunny hit me a few days ago and this happened. Don't ask me how or why, just go with it. Hope you guys enjoy!
"Fertilization: complete. Dalek and human DNA: compatible."
Hel's eyes widened in awe as she stared at the screen. Her Dalek compatriot continued around the small room checking and re-checking all statistics and readings to be sure of its findings. Countless failures to repair the master computer banks after the Doctor wiped all record of his existence from the Dalek consciousness. Countless failures at attempting to create new Daleks with their traditional hatred of the Doctor and his atrocities against them in the past. And now she had a way back, a way to give the Dalek race its impetus again.
After the Doctor and his companions had blown up the Dalek Asylum at the behest of the Prime Minister, he had somehow erased all memory of himself from their main computers. Neither Supreme, Strategist, Drone, Prime Minister, or even the other Dalek/human hybrids knew who the madman in the blue box was or how he came to be in the center of their Parliament. Only Hel had remembered. Only her heart still burned with hatred for the Time Lord, not just for what he'd done to her but what he'd done to the Daleks' home world. Trel had long ago told her everything about the Gallifreyan menace, the ever-changing man who set not only Skaro but his own planet ablaze in a futile attempt to eliminate all Daleks from existence. Then he'd tortured Trel and tried to kill her. Only Dalek Sec's newfound imagination and Trel's sacrifice of his own life had spared hers, allowing her to continue her quest for vengeance against the Doctor for all his crimes.
At first she had simply tried to restore the collective records of the Daleks in order to undo what the Time Lord had done, but now she had new motivation and new ideas. She had become desperate to rectify the damage in any way possible, so she had turned to the archives. Long-forgotten practices and methods of attacking non-Dalek lifeforms displayed across the screens of her stolen ship (so as to remain unnoticed by the Parliament). She memorized ancient myths and legends, defunct theories, anything at all that could give her some kind of aid.
And then she found it. At one time, back when Davros was still perfecting his children, Daleks could reproduce sexually. Genes were taken from two Daleks and combined into one zygote, then implanted into incubators until the fetus had grown strong enough to sustain itself outside the artificial womb. Of course, there had been several problems with this method: it was not fast enough, most offspring died within days of emerging from their incubators, sometimes the DNA of the parent would be combined with that of the child and result in deformed and insane specimens that had to be destroyed. But there was one other problem. The Dalek race was still in its early development stages and not all emotion had been driven out. A majority of the offspring would inherit its parents' residual emotions, the combination making them doubly prevalent. From these emotions came distorted perceptions, free will, and all manner of defects that Davros would not stand for. The method was soon abandoned for the more efficient way of cloning.
Hel had latched onto the idea and would not be stopped. She had taken a Drone and disconnected it from the hive mind of the Dalek mainframe, turning it into her unwilling subordinate. She'd had it remove a sample of Trel's DNA and combine it with harvested eggs, both from her own body. Several attempts had failed and now she looked at the fruit of her labor: her human genes and those from what remained of her Dalek partner together in a fragile, perfect union.
"Can it be preserved for transport?" she asked.
"Affirmative. It can be contained in stasis until time for incubation. A primitive unit can be constructed from materials on the ship." Without being prompted, the red Dalek sealed the fertilized egg in a small tube. It was now safe.
"You have done well, Drone," she told her compatriot. "You have helped in bringing about a new age of Daleks. But now your service is at an end. Only I must walk this path forward." Before the Drone could turn to question her, Hel lifted her left hand and shot a fatal beam directly into its eyestalk. "However, your shell may still be of use to me." She tore open the charred metal husk and ripped the lifeless Dalek from its seat, throwing it unceremoniously down into the blazing engines where the flesh burned for only a moment before vaporizing from existence.
A few strains of code into a small computer had her next plan of action set. She glanced at the preserved zygote with no small amount of hope, then engaged her stolen ship and made straight for her once-home planet.
As usual, all grammatical and spelling errors are mine and mine alone.