Dalecks are not known for impatience. They craft logical plans to try to exterminate all other life forms, believing them to be inferior to themselves. What most do not know is that they will also adapt technology that is superior to theirs and use it to their own ends. In this story, the have done exactly that, creating the perfect hunter. It has only one Mission; EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR!
"SUBJECT COMING ONLINE." The robotic voice belted.
"WHAT IS YOUR PRIME DIRECTIVE?" A deeper one asks.
"THE EXTERMINATION OF THE DOCTOR." I answer without conscious thought.
"AT WHAT COSTS?" The first voice asks.
"AT ALL COSTS." I answer.
"STARTING VISUAL FEED NOW." A blue line lances across the darkness just before expanding into a video feed of the world around me. "VISUAL FEED ACTIVE. SUBJECT 3521 IS READY FOR MOTION CONTROLS." I look around myself, taking in the fact that, despite the fact that I am not strapped to this cold metal table, I am unable to move. A Pair of Dalecks hovered nearby, their suction cups held over a set of controls. "MOTION CONTROLS ARE ACTIVE. RELEASE RESTRAINTS TO ALLOW MOTION TEST." A brief shimmer over my body and I am ready to go. "STAND UP." I sit upright and swing my legs over the tables edge and force myself upright. The metal pads on my shins and thighs make it hard to move at first, but I quickly adjust my Servos strength to allow for the added weight. I look at my Daleck brethren and notice that I do not look like them.
"ORDERS?" I ask. Both spin around and seem to regard me with their single eyes. "ORDERS?" I ask again.
"YOU HAVE YOUR ORDERS ALREADY." The one on the left answers.
"EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR." I answer back.
"AND WHAT ARE YOU?" They ask me.
"THEY CULMINATION OF TIME LORD AND DALECK TECHNOLOGY MERGED INTO A SINGULAR UNIT TO MEANT TO HUNT DOWN AND EXTERMINATE MY PRIME DIRECTIVE: THE DOCTOR."
"THEN GO FORTH AND EXTERMINATE THE DOCTOR." With that I walked out the door.