Chapter Two: The Eleventh Experiment
A few hours later…
In a cold dark facility inside the Dalek stronghold, a Time Lord awakes. He sees himself strapped into cripplingly tight wrist and ankle braces. The Doctor spots a red Drone Dalek 'pacing' in front of him. The same orange Dalek was working away at a slanted desk about 50 metres away.
'Oi! Let me out of these straps!' shouted the Doctor. Only a silent response was returned. He struggled against his restraints for a long time before recollecting events.
He had been knocked out by one of the Daleks as he was staring out of the window at a helpless Clara.
Clara appeared to be under some form of hypnosis.
The Daleks want to use his regenerative abilities to rejuvenate the entire race.
He needed to save Clara.
'How am I supposed to give you immortality? I'm not even immortal myself! And where is Clara, what have you done to her?!' demanded the Doctor.
'The female is being integrated into our ex-trap-ol-a-tion bay, observe.' informed the orange Dalek. As it suckered a control on the desk, a screen appeared, revealing a couple of red Daleks putting Clara into a conversion chamber. He gaped in horror, knowing that he'd already witnessed Clara as a Dalek in the Asylum.
'Don't you dare touch her! She's of no use to you!' angered the Time Lord, as he once again thrashed about in his restraints. The Dalek told the Doctor of how he would help the Dalek race achieve immortality, or Clara would be converted into a Dalek. As the two Daleks left the room, the Doctor's cool persona briefly returned, as he deliberated how to escape…
In another area of the Dalek ship…
Clara woke from her induced slumber with her arms half submerged in metal. Woozily, her eyes opened to be in full view of a huge black thing, with what was obviously a gun pointing directly at her. The sight of this immediately clawed her out of drowsiness and into full consciousness, where she then noticed her manacles.
'What are you? What am I strapped to? Tell me!' she frantically quizzed, suddenly thinking that this machine was designed for execution.
'I am the Supreme Conversion Dalek, monitoring all life form conversions on Randigon. You have been scanned, assessed. You have a high intelligence; one that will be sufficient enough to earn you a place on the Dalek battle fleet. Prepare to be converted' informed the black Dalek, now horrifying Clara as it turned away to operate the controls. Clara began pulling so hard against her tie-downs that she began to ache, and fear for the Doctor. She sought an opportunity.
'Where's the Doctor? What have you done to him?' she demanded.
'The Doctor has been taken to the laboratory for the eleventh experiment.'
'What on Earth is that supposed to mean?!' spoke an impatient Clara, hopeless against her arm and leg casing.
'He will bring the Daleks into salvation. He will give us the gift of immortality.' Even though this sentence registered the same sound as before, there were subtle nuances of ominousness, and dark intents. As the Dalek toggled a button like dial, Clara's limbs began to be crushed as the manacles tightened down on her. She writhed in agony, and threatened that the Doctor would destroy the Daleks. She was met with nothing. Instead, it busied itself with preparing Clara for conversion.
'You will cease operation.' addressed a strange, yellow Dalek in the archway that led off somewhere ambiguous to Clara.
'Whatever for? This female is to be converted.' argued the Supreme Converter.
'Convert this!' exclaimed the yellow Dalek, but this time, fragments of the speech sounded less… mechanical. Before Clara could think about what the yellow Dalek was, it fired its large gun, straight into the black Daleks eyestalk: immediately blinding it and sending it spinning in blind panic.
Now Clara was faced –with what she assumed – against a rogue yellow Dalek. It was then that it faced her, and approached much slower than the black Dalek had ever moved. She feared for her life, and just as it reached her, she began to think of the Doctor once more.