A/N: Hello everyone, and welcome to my first (and most likely only) crossover fic. Staring your favorite Tremere, in a completely new setting. Have you ever watched Star Wars and wondered what it was missing? If your answer was 'Daleks' then this might be the story for you. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars: The Clone Wars, or Doctor Who
This is why he hated fighting against Time Lords.
Their weaponry was deadly, even as deadly as their enemies, the Daleks. Most could just outright kill you, or maim you to near death, if you were a bit more unlucky. Some of the weapons, were even worse than that.
They would deny your existence.
So as Victor plopped on the cold, metallic ground, of an unknown base of some sort, he knew he was in for trouble. He quickly stood up, dusting off his black trench coat with his gloved hands. Under his coat was a black suit, and below that were black pants and black boots. His cool blue eyes peered around the room, and he ran a hand through his blonde hair.
"Usually those erase people from existence. I'm a bit confused." He said in a clear, businesslike voice, "But I suppose I'm not complaining much, I'm just curious as to what happened to me. Or do the parallel cannons merely, spit you out into another dimension?" He mused, then he chuckled to himself, "Hmm, I suppose no one's been around to tell the difference, as they're wading through a vast cyberspace of a new world." He sighed, "There's one problem, in that I don't know where they've taken us." He said, "But it seems like another universe entirely." He said, "Getting back to our little war with the Time Lords won't be easy. Not in the slightest."
He looked behind himself. Yes, they surely were in some sort of base, or was it a space station? He wondered what the rest of the place looked like. And before him he saw a Dalek.
"What? A Dalek? I've got one Dalek here with me?" He asked, "I need more! Damn it all, I need more." Victor said. The Dalek didn't seem to be in good condition either, its bronze coat looked faded, it was covered in smoke, and bits of its metal exterior were chipped off. "Are you even alive?" He tapped the side of the eyestalk, "Report!"
"Damages…critical…repairs…needed…I…am…dying…" The Dalek said, its luminosity dischargers were hit and miss as well.
"No, no, you cannot die. You cannot leave me alone out here by myself." He started pacing, "Well…this universe doesn't seem primitive, at least…so we should be able to—"
A metallic clanking could be heard, like a pair of metal feet, it was then Victor was confronting with a creature he thought he could never imagine, (and he had a hand in much of the Dalek's creation process). He was much taller than Victor, and looked like a machine mixed with a monstrosity, the black and yellow eyes glared down on him, and, though he spoke, there was no sign of a set of jaws moving. "A trespasser on my ship?" He grumbled in a horrifying, deadly voice, "Well, you and your little astromech droid are going with my other prisoner."
Victor swallowed hard. How badly he wanted to say 'exterminate this fool,' but his Dalek was barely alive. He held his hands up in and cowered slightly, "Yes…we surrender…"
The creature crossed his metal arms behind his back, "Come with me." He led the way, Victor followed him with his hands up, his Dalek barely able to keep up, it seemed.
They were taken to what looked like a prisoner's cell. Nearby was a large overweight reptilian creature working on disassembling a blue and white droid.
"General!" The reptile said, "General, come here! You need to see this!"
"What is it, Gha Nachkt?" The robotic General asked. Next, a few of his Magna-Guards walked in, which, honestly looked even more horrifying to Victor than their master. "Restrain this one." The General pointed at Victor, "And get some static bolts for his astromech droid…"
The four Magna-Guards nodded, three of them left, while one of them bound Victor to a holding cell. He lifted Victor's arms up and bound them to cybernetic cuffs, same with his legs. The General meanwhile, went over to his reptilian ally, Gha Nachkt.
"I have something to show you." Gha Nachkt said.
"Is it that he never bathes? Because I can smell him from here." Victor said from his holding cell.
They ignored him. "This droid hasn't had its mission history cleared ever! Look here, all the battle strategies for the Republic! All their maneuvers and formations!" Gha Nachkt said.
"How fortunate." The General said, "Looks like you really earned your pay this time."
Victor narrowed his eyes. So they were at war, were they? He fell right in the middle of another war. Well, it would be nothing too different from the Time War, as soon as he was able to get out of this bind, however.
"No, I deserve a bonus." Gha Nachkt said, "This droid is worth more, I get paid more. So, I think you should pay me—"
A green lightsaber was activated right through his chest. He choked for a little bit and died, as the General withdrew his sword and turned it off, "There's your bonus." He chuckled. He then turned to his lone Magna-Guard, "Take this astromech droid to my ship. The Jedi are coming, I don't think we'll have enough time to dissect it here. I will question this one." The General clanked over to Victor.
Victor's Dalek tried to move, but the Magna-Guard shocked him with his electro-staff, the Dalek shrieked in pain, being lit up by purple lightning.
"Is that really necessary?" Victor asked.
The General chuckled as the guard left, it was now just Victor and the General, "Perhaps this will make you more forthcoming with me, or else your little friend will get shorted out."
"Shorted out…I don't think you understand…"
"Enlighten me."
"That isn't a droid. It's a Dalek. It's alive." Victor said, "It has mechanical elements, but there's a living creature inside there." He said, "Sort of like me. And…" He looked closely at the General's yellow, almost reptilian eyes, "Like you, I suspect…"
The General growled, reaching forward and smacking Victor with his metal arm. Victor spit out a little bit of blood. If it were not for the fact that he was part machine, he would be knocked out cold. The General grabbed him by the collar, "Listen, scrap-metal, you're going to tell me everything you know about you and your little droid friend too, or else you two won't see tomorrow…"
"I just said it was a Dalek."
"Very well. Tell me about your Dalek."
"We're from another world." Victor said, "We were hit by a Time Lord weapon, and we transported here." He said, "I don't suppose there's a way back, is there?"
"Time Lord?"
"Yes…they were at war with the Daleks for the last few centuries or so. I was created in the middle of the Time War…and I've been around for a while…" He chuckled, "So…that goes to show how long the war has been…"
"Created?"
"Yes." He said, "I was once an ordinary organic being…then I was…altered…sound familiar?" He smiled at the General, "A bit similar to you, sir?"
An alarm was sounded within the base, the General looked up at the ceiling briefly, "Those Jedi are quicker than I had hoped." He looked back at Victor, "Stay here." He clacked out of the room, his black cape flourishing behind him as he did so.
Victor rolled his eyes, it wasn't like he could go anywhere in the first place, so he had no idea why the General said that, however, his Dalek was a bit of a different story.
"Hey…" Victor whispered, "Hey…can you move?"
The Dalek's blaster and sucker arm twitched, as it tried to get its bearings. The electro staff assault probably didn't help matter, "Affirmative…" The Dalek eventually croaked.
"Search this base for a central command station, if you can suck the electricity away from the base, it may restore your power." He whispered quickly, "It's our only chance of getting out of here!"
"I…obey…" The Dalek began to move forward, leaving the room.
Victor sighed, one broken Dalek was all he got, his one chance to escape this room, or else he'd die in it.
Victor's Dalek advanced through the halls of the base, whenever he saw a Battle Droid nearby, he would hide in a nook or cranny. This was probably one of the biggest risks he had ever known. His blaster didn't work, his movement was limited, and he could hardly see. Death lingered around the corner, he knew if he didn't find the station soon, he would be done for.
"Hey, what are you doing out here?" A high-pitched, robotic voice asked, the Dalek swiveled around to see a Battle Droid.
The Dalek tried lying, "I am required in the command station."
"You are? But…what model are you, pal? You look new…or…old…you one of those Geonosian only makes?"
"Affirmative."
"Stop." A Magna-Guard rushed up to the two of them, holding a few restraining bolts in his hand, "That creature is a prisoner. He is a runaway astromech droid."
"Astromech?" The Battle Droid asked, "I don't know…he doesn't look like an astromech to me…but…oh well, I guess you need to be shocked back to your prison cell there, bud."
"These shall hold the droid." The Magna-Guard leaned in to place the restraining bolts on the Dalek.
"Releasing globes." The Dalek said, a few of the golden balls on its lower portion fell off, rolling on the ground slightly.
"Huh?" The Battle Droid picked up one of the globes, "What is this?"
The Magna-Guard examined it as well, but they both looked ahead, "The droid is getting away!" He pointed at the Dalek, who was sliding away at breakneck speed.
The Dalek didn't even look back, as the globe exploded and most likely killed the two droids previously harassing him. He eventually found his way into the command station, heading to one of the terminals and placing his sucker arm on the grid, absorbing all the information he could find.
"Hey, he's not supposed to be there!" A Battle Droid shouted, running in with a dozen of his comrades.
The power flickered as the Dalek began to suck the electricity from the base, "Absorbing…initiating…assimilating…cellular restoration!" The Dalek moved around as good as new, and it's interface seem much brighter than before, previous damage to it was cleaned up entirely.
The Magna-Guard from before crawled in, just a torso, arms, and a head, evidently he survived the explosion, "Kill that droid!" The Magna-Guard pointed with a shaking arm.
"Exterminate!" The Dalek shot at the Magna-Guard first, with all the power from the space station, his death ray complied, sending out its iconic blue laser, the second it hit the droid, it exploded, dead.
"Blast him!" The Battle Droids shouted, firing at the Dalek.
For the most part, the red laser bolts just splashed into the Dalek's shield, not doing a thing, "Exterminate!" The Dalek shot down every single Battle Droid in front of it. It eventually left the room, presumably looking for more droids to kill.
"Seeking other droids to be exterminated…as well as a means to free the creator…" The Dalek said, now its luminosity dischargers were at full power, its bronze coat looked a bit sleeker and it was running at full power. The battle station was in for a cleansing, that was for sure.
Victor was getting a little antsy in his binds, not to mention lonely. He hadn't heard anything for a while. But his heart leaped into his throat when he heard the sound of the Dalek's death ray, that meant that progress was at least being made. But even with a Dalek fully powered up, it didn't have arms, or anything to cut Victor free with. (Or at least this model didn't have a cutting implement).
Two men in white armor walked in next. One of them carried two pistols and had bits of blue here and there on his armor. "Hmm?" The man with the blue markings on his armor, perhaps a commander, looked at Victor, "I didn't think the droids would have captives down here."
Victor swallowed hard, "I come in peace…please…please free me…I'll do anything to repay the favor."
The soldier looked at the commander, "What do we do? This mission was about saving that artoo unit? What the hell do we do with this guy?"
"I'm not sure." The commander said, playing with the interface on his wrist, "General Tano, sir, the Separatists seem to have another hostage on their base, should we let 'em go?"
"Uh-huh, go ahead Rex, this whole place is going to blow up soon, we all need to get outta here." A feminine voice came from the other end.
"Sir." The commander nodded, the one called 'Rex', he looked at his subordinate, "See if you can find a way to get him out of that holding cell."
"Yes, sir." The other soldier walked over and fiddled with the controls nearby Victor's cell, eventually freeing him, Victor hit the ground, getting up and dusting himself off.
"Well, I must say, I'm very thankful, for all your help, gentlemen." Victor bowed, "I didn't want to be stuck there all day, of course."
"Don't worry, sir, there's a ship in the hangar, we'll get you out of this mess." Rex assured.
Victor's Dalek entered the room next, "Power has been restored, secondary mission will now be enacted. The extermination of this battle station."
Both white-armored soldiers pulled their guns out, "A clanker!" One of them said.
"Wait, wait, wait." Victor got in their way, "He's mine."
"Oh." Rex lowered his guns, "Good thing you brought that up!" He chuckled.
Victor nodded, looking at his Dalek, "Come, we're going to escape this base and head somewhere to recuperate. We'll concern ourselves with killing later."
The Dalek paused, before finally saying, "I obey."
The two soldiers, Victor and his Dalek went down the halls, any time a Battle Droid made an unfortunate appearance, it was shot down by one of the soldiers. They eventually came across a girl with orange skin, and a white crest of some sort on her head. Victor assumed that he would now have to learn the various flora and fauna of this galaxy, which, was honestly mostly unwelcome news to him.
"General Tano." Rex sounded pleased at least, "Good to see you. What happened to Grievous?"
"He got away." General Tano said, sounding a bit annoyed with herself.
"Eh, what else is new?" Rex snickered.
General Tano nodded, then she smiled at Victor, "So were you the person who was captured? I'm Ahsoka."
"That's right." Victor held a hand out, "Victor Madison. Charmed." He shook her hand, "I'm from…" Another world, "Well…very far away from here…and I was imprisoned…I am grateful for all your aid. If you would like me to repay the favor, I will do anything within the realm of possibility."
"Aw, it's no problem. The Republic is always helping out those in need."
"I see." He said. So this Republic is in the epicenter of everything, it seems…and it also seems as though this, robotic menace, is their enemy…how interesting. He thought.
They all reached a hanger, or at least Victor assumed it was a hanger. There only seemed to be about four ships, and hopefully one of them was a Republic vessel.
"Master!" General Tano ran towards a man in primarily black clothing and armor, with brunette hair. One of those white armored soldiers were nearby him, so Victor assumed her was friendly.
"Ahsoka." Her master regarded her with a brief nod, before looking skeptically at Victor and his Dalek, "Friends of yours?"
"He was imprisoned here by the Separatists." Ahsoka said, "I didn't want to leave him here…especially…given that this entire place is going to blow."
The entire base shook, as three of the ships began to move on their own. It turned out that they were Vulture Droids. Worse still, a door opened and about a dozen Super Battle Droids emerged, aiming their wrists at their foes and firing. "I got a bad feeling about this..." Rex muttered.
Ahsoka and her master immediately activating their lightsabers, one green and the other blue. While the soldiers in white started returning fire. "I suppose introductions will have to wait." Victor said. He was much more concerned about the examining their enemies.
For a tinkerer and an inventor, these machines were the stuff of paradise. "Tall frames…wrist blasters…ships that have a mind of their own…" He looked from the Super Battle Droids to the Vulture Droids, "This…this is scientific marvel! This is the extent of mechanical excellence!"
Ahsoka's master gave her a skeptical look, "Where did you say you found this one, exactly?" He asked.
Victor waved a hand back at the others, "Take care of them." He gestured to the Super Battle Droids, of which a third of them were already felled. "I can handle the big ones."
"Are…are you out of your mind?" Ahsoka's master asked. "You're going to take out three Vulture Droids by yourself?" It was especially concerning to him seeing that Victor didn't have any visible weapons on him.
"Oh, I myself won't be doing anything." Victor smiled.
"Then…your astromech?"
He chuckled for a while, eying his nearly restored Dalek, "Kill them."
The Dalek accelerated in front of the large imposing Vulture Droids, "Elevate." It floated up to their level.
The Vulture Droids laughed at their tiny opponent. They all fired away immediately.
The red blasts from the Droids splashed yet again against the Dalek's shield, "Exterminate!" A death ray was shot out at the center Vulture Droid. And another, and a third. One. Two. Three. The large Vulture Droids all collapsed despite the Dalek taking so much heavy fire.
The Dalek slowly lowered itself to the ground, turning to Victor for any further orders. Victor looked at the members of the Republic. Ahsoka and her master were slack-jawed at the display. He assumed the armored men in white didn't know what to make of it either. "We got anything like that back on Kamino?" One of them whispered.
"I assume the last ship in here is yours." Victor said, "I suggest we leave before we get caught up in the explosion."
Ahsoka's master nodded, "Rex, start up the charges now. I want to make sure Artoo's safe." He said, "Everyone else, get on the Twilight."
"So let me get this straight, Anakin." Obi-Wan's hologram said, "You risked the mission, all your men, even your padawan…to save a droid?"
R2-D2 gave a sassy chirp. He did not like the implication.
"Artoo found the listening post, and he saved our lives. We couldn't just leave him there, Obi-Wan." Anakin said.
He let out an exasperated sigh, "Oh…Anakin…one day…" The hologram disappeared.
Ahsoka sat in the co-pilot's seat next to Anakin. "How come you didn't tell him anything about Victor?"
Anakin looked ahead, as they were flying forward, "Because when I do…it'll send the Jedi Council…and the Senate…up in arms."
"What do you mean?"
"Ahsoka, didn't you see what his little…thing did? Second he steps foot on Coruscant, he's gonna be the most popular guy there. I don't know where he came from, or what he's doing, but he'll gain the attention of friends and foes, in the blink of an eye."
Victor wasn't too far away from the cockpit. No, he was merely a room away, leaning against the opposite wall and eavesdropping, all with a sinister smile on his face. It's just as I figured, the Dalek is a new innovation for all of them. The other mechanical soldiers in this galaxy are impressive, but I doubt they match up to a Dalek's capabilities. And these are desperate war times. That means…that I'll get attention, lots and lots of attention. Most of it…unwanted and unwarranted. He snickered to himself. Just when I thought the war against the Time Lords was convoluted. It looks like I'll have to show the Republic, and the Separatists, the true master race.
A/N: Yeah, in case you guys haven't noticed, this fic is basically 90% Star Wars and 10% Doctor Who. (Said 10% being the Daleks). Nevertheless, this was a fun new story to try, and I really had fun with it. I'll be back with chapter two as soon as I'm able, I hope you all enjoyed!