Here's a sneak peek at my upcoming Doctor Who fanfic. Enjoy!
The Doctor and the 3rd Doctor entered the warehouse to find War Chief Hetzel crouching behind a table with his militia, who were pointing guns at the Dalek.
"Identify yourselves! Now!" cried the chief.
"DALEKS DO NOT TAKE ORDERS. SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS OR YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED." replied the Dalek.
"We don't take orders from you either. Surrender now!"
"DALEKS DO NOT TAKE ORDERS FROM HUMANS! SURRENDER!"
"That's it. Fire at will!" commanded Hetzel.
"No!" cried the 11th Doctor.
It was too late. Bullets streaked through the air like a bird running from danger. They bounced off the Dalek's cold, hard armor like a basketball bounces off a wall. This angered the Dalek and soon it cried out, "EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINATE, EXTERMINAAAAAATE!" while firing multiple lasers. The lasers hit the soldiers, taking them down with a hole a big as a half dollar.