Disclaimer: The Doctor isn't mine, the Tardis isn't mine, Daleks aren't mine, Pringles aren't mine, but Rixil and her planet are!
A/N: This is the story of Rixil's home. If you ever need a bad guy, just kill someone off and blame the Daleks!
Rixil sighed again. "First off, Doctor, I should tell you that when my people tell stories, their audience sees what the words are describing. Like a whatjamacallit." She snapped her fingers. "A-a—you know, those thingies you watch on T.V.!"
"A movie?" the Doctor offered.
"Yeah. A movie. So don't freak out if you start seeing things, 'kay?" The Doctor nodded. "Alright then! I'll start. Please hold all questions till the end.
"In my own time, on my own planet of Dexal 5, 400 million light years from where we are standing now, there was a war. The greatest war my people had ever seen…"
Images started to form around the Doctor and Rixil, as the alien girl's words turned to pictures…
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Thousands of years in the future, the peaceful Deaxalta were going about life on Dexal 5 the same way that they had for millennia. Their sun was warm; the day was beautiful, not too hot and not too cold. A few orange clouds hung in the lavender sky. The Deaxalta were story-tellers and painters of words.
They suddenly looked up from their work and play. A silver ship hung in the sky, obscuring the sun and the beautiful lavender sky. The Daleks, for that was what was running this strange vessel, so much smaller on the outside than within, built with technology stolen from the Timelords, did not care.
Then the screams started.
The Daleks. The Daleks. The Daleks. Heartless metal things, indestructible and immensely powerful. They plundered and killed, giving no thought for women or children. All were alike to them. All were inferior. They were the supreme race. They were the rulers of space and time. All others were alike to them. Inferior beings to be either willing slaves or exterminated.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
Years passed. The Daleks enslaved the gentle people of Dexal 5. The war continued. All resisting Deaxalta were killed, if they could be found.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
A Deaxalta male named Hareth Atha was a rebel leader. He was betrayed by one of his own men. Both were executed by the Daleks.
Hareth's wife, Darri, was with child.
When the baby was born, Darri named her Rixil Atha. No one expected the tiny babe to live more than a few days. Darri insisted that the child would grow up to follow in her father's footsteps.
Darri was wrong. But—she was more right than anyone else. Live Rixil did, and thrived!
Rixil was more than a survivor, she was strong, and smart. Cunningly clever, and a good fighter. When she was fifteen, the Daleks scheduled the planet for extermination. They were going to blow the entire thing up.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
A lone ship, stolen from the Daleks, in hopes of escaping the planet, streaked across the lavender sky…piloted by a teenager and her mother, escaping the doomed planet.
Rixil vainly did everything she could to keep the ship from tearing apart. The vessel groaned in protest. Rixil's face was pale, and her teeth were gritted in concentration. The exploding fireball that had been Dexal 5 sped the fragile craft through space…
There was a very violent jerk, and everything stopped working for a full forty-five minutes. Nether Rixil or Darri moved a muscle. No one said a word. They hardly dared breathe. It jerked again. The viewing screen came on. Outside the ship, a beautiful green and blue planet hung in the blackness. It was Earth.
When the planet's gravity field became to strong for the ship, it pulled it in. It crash landed in a strange green field in the middle of a vast desert. The ship was destroyed, and Darri was killed. Rixil, her worst injury being a broken arm, managed to hike out of the desert. She quickly adapted to Earth ways.
American football, French fries, Pringles, video games, and movies, just normal stuff like that.
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"And that is my story, Doctor." Rixil finished. The images faded. "Now, I need to get back to my own time. I need to know if any one else survived."
"I can tell you that." The Doctor said. "They didn't. The Deaxalta all died out when their planet was destroyed."
"No, they didn't, Doctor." Rixil smiled, once again exposing her pointed teeth. "I'm still here. And because I'm still here, and in the wrong time, the events have been altered. Things have changed, Doctor, and I want to know if my home is still there."
A/N: Please, please, please comment, suggest, beg, implore, and give me random ideas!