"You are guilty of the aforementioned crimes against the planet and universe. Do you subject to these charges?" The plunger-like weapon turned to face the human-like body, the hazel eyes blinking nonchalantly.
"Of course I don't. But you won't listen to anyone but yourself, won't you?" The light on the top of the last brown machine blinked as the robotic voice spoke.
"Affirmative." The collection of bodies at the "trial" held their breath, the younger male holding the redhead while the seemingly older female sat with tears in her eyes and the last male wiped his nose on the sleeve of his military jacket. They had been forced into the makeshift pews of cartons since they were the only life forms present made of flesh and blood.
"And what makes you think you can finally kill me? After hundreds of years, you have never been able to kill the only Time Lord still in existence. What makes you think you can now?" Fire and rage were visible in his eyes to the ones sitting in the pews. They knew what he was capable of, the one with fire, ice, and rage. The Oncoming Storm.
"We have no tried hard enough in the past. We have failed many times. But our upgrade has significantly helped us." The newer voice of the white Supreme machine echoed around everyone as it glided into the room. Nearly every set of eyes were on it, though the most important ones stayed away until the white body stopped in front of the accused.
"Your lack of an upgrade, to be specific." The tone was a piece of stone, with a few chips of sarcasm mixed. Everyone who knew him already knew how he was going to deal with the situation. But getting out of it alive? A completely different story they didn't even want to humor.
"What is your definition of a lack of upgrade?" Of course a Dalek wouldn't understand sarcasm. Simple machines never pick up tone change.
"It means, in your upgrade, you prepare for every situation you could think of when coming across The Doctor...save one." As he spoke, the elder woman stood up, her hand reaching for the gun she always kept on her hip. As the surrounding Daleks turned to look at the female, she shot them dead center in their feared weapons. Some tried to shoot back, others were too late. The military man used his modified pistol to help, the others ducking for whatever cover they could find. Screams were issued to anyone who could still hear.
As the noise died down, arms wrapped around the Time Lord's torso, pulling him into a decent standing position. Said Lord of Time felt lightheaded and tried to comment on it, only to have it emerge as mumbles he only understood. All the words around him blended together, even though he knew he should have understood it.
Another body took his free arm and helped half drag him back to the TARDIS. He tried to focus on something. River, Jack, anything. His vision was blurred, but he was finally able to hear enough to know what was going on.
"Amy. Rory. Are the Ponds okay?" He saw blurred images of River and Jack hesitantly look at each other. With difficulty, he grabbed Jack by his military coat and barely pulled himself up. "What happened to the Ponds?" A gentle hand forced him down again.
"Amy and Rory were hit just after you were. They're still out there." River's voice gently twirled through his brain as he tried to crawl to the TARDIS doors.
"You need to get them. Don't leave them out - " His words were cut off by screams as pain took over his body, causing him to shake. It wasn't the pain of his current regeneration process, but the emotional pain of losing the two people he loved too much to let go.
