I decided to make a video for the BBC's #MissionDALEK competition. This was the original script I wrote for it. I had to cut it down quite a bit- I was rambling too much, I guess- but the full, uncut version is also uploaded to my YouTube account.
There's a link to the finished product on my profile, but for reference, here's the thing itself!
Kitty
Dear Professor,
I have a bone or two to pick with you. For one thing, it's fair to say that you didn't ask me if I wanted to go to the Academy on Gallifrey. You kind of just… well, dumped me there. Thanks for that.
Don't worry, though. I think I forgive you. Mostly because there's more important things to yell at you about. Like the Time War. Okay, who thought that that was a good idea? Everyone dying- Time Lords and Daleks alike- and all other species caught up in the crossfire!
No wonder you ended it.
Oh, yeah. I escaped. I always escape- you know me. No problem too catastrophic for me to wiggle out of. There's only one little problem, though. It's more to do with where I am right now. That's why I'm sending this message. I don't know. If you're… well, still out there… and I know you probably are… maybe you could drop by and rescue me?
Here's the thing.
I'm on Skaro.
Again.
Sorry about that. To be fair to me, this time I didn't actively choose to come here. The Daleks took me, just as I was escaping. They tortured me for a couple of days- don't worry! I'm alright now! I had to regenerate, but this new body's fine, if a bit American. Yeah, the Time Lords gave me a regeneration cycle, which is cool.
That reminds me, though. You probably have no idea who's talking right now. So, it's me, Doctor. Ace. Remember? The crazy one with the habit of blowing stuff up?
There's a woman in the cell next to me, and she says she's the Master. I guess I believe her, a bit. Weirder things have happened. Actually, on that note- is there a single renegade Time Lord that didn't survive the Time War? There seem to be a lot of us crawling around, for a species that's supposedly extinct.
Sorry, I'm rambling again. I do that a lot now. You must have rubbed off on me.
Anyway, she helped me construct this… message-box thing. I hope it reaches you before we're dead. Or regenerated. Or before we've destroyed the entire planet, because that's pretty damn likely too.
I wonder what you're like this time round. Do you still play the spoons? Are you still Scottish? Have you still got that stupid question-mark jumper, though… or are you like that Edwardian bloke that showed up on Gallifrey a few times?
I'm running out of time. The Daleks are coming, Doctor.
Wish me luck.
Miss you loads.
Love,
Ace