In the TARDIS console room, Romana and Braxiatel were working on the consoles, Romana checking the monitor. She moved the monitor towards her, grimacing slightly as she saw the Dalek ship appear. "There they are. Waiting for us in the dark." It was just so typical of the Daleks. To observe in the Dalek as their plans of destruction are put into place.
Braxiatel placed in the coordinates, the TARDIS sending him slight sparks, almost giving him a slight burn of the hand. Really, he should be used to this by now. He had more important things to worry about rather than the TARDIS just being in a mood with him. "But we're ready for them. We're always ready for them."
Romana gave him a wry smile. "We'll give our people the justice that they deserve."
Breen entered the cabinet war rooms with a communiqué. "Prime Minister?" She asked.
They turned to face her. "Yes?" Churchill raised an eyebrow, giving up the cigars for the time being for Romana had told him off for smoking them. He'll not smoke them when he was around Thyra, he'll give her that respect.
Breen handed him some papers which he took and briefly read over them. "Signal from RDF, sir. Unidentified object. Hanging in the sky, Captain Childers says. We can't get a proper fix, though. It's too far up."
Churchill turned to Thyra after having read the reports. "What do you think, Lady Thyra? Your parents are in trouble and now we know where they are."
Thyra nodded. She knew where her parents were heading. It was just so them to go on board the Dalek spaceship and right in the middle of it all. But Thyra knew how much her parents craved revenge and extinction of the Daleks ever since the Time War and she would gladly give it them, even if that meant seeing the darker side of her parents. "Aye. They'll be negotiating with the enemy no doubt. Right in the middle of everything."
"Exactly!"
Romana and Braxiatel steadily landed the TARDIS, materializing it on the Dalek spaceship. Romana glanced at Braxiatel. "Ready?"
He smirked, loading his blaster. He would always be ready when it came to the Daleks. Damn them all to oblivion! "Always." They stepped out and saw the three Daleks swivel their top sections to see them emerge. "So this is where you have been hiding then, mmm?"
"It is Lady Romana and Lord Braxiatel! Exterminate!"
"Oh please. I wouldn't dare if I were you." Romana sneered as Braxiatel stepped forward, holding his weapon out with both hands, aiming it straight towards the eye stalk. "Braxiatel's blaster can blow up a single Dalek. We will not hesitate to blow each and every one of you into oblivion. Is that understood?" Time-Lord weapons were always kept up to date when it came to the Daleks. They always tried to keep one step ahead of the Daleks but the Daleks always tried to near themselves to perfection of showing weakness, sometimes it was almost impossible.
"You would not dare exterminate us in such a method!" One of the Daleks began to advanced on them.
"Oh we will and you know me Daleks, I always keep my word. One single move and Braxiatel will not hesitate to destroy you all, is that understood?" The Dalek moved back, understanding her, "Good boy. Your ship looks pretty dead to me. Let me guess, you fell back through time. So you are dying, crippled. Finished." She couldn't help but feel pleased at the fact. She was glad that these Daleks have reached the end of the line, knowing they would be easier to kill than a normal, battle-crazed Dalek.
"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices."
Braxiatel frowned, not having heard the term before. No doubt this was what the Daleks had been working on this time. "Progenitor? Care to explain what that is?"
"It is our past. And our future." The second Dalek retorted.
Romana and Braxiatel shared a glance before Romana let out a low whistle. "I have to say, that is deep for a Dalek. Tell us, what does it mean to you?" The Daleks never cared about their past, the only time the Daleks cared about the future was when THEY were the masters of the universe and that THEY were the only species in the universe left. To hear the Daleks say something like that, it was quite unsettling.
"It contains pure Dalek DNA, thousands were created. All were lost, save one." The third Dalek replied.
"I understand that. But you have the Progenitor. Why build Bracewell?" Romana enquired before she held up her hands, her mind mulling this over. She was intelligent. She could work this out on her own without the Daleks help. She had figured out all their plans before, so why was this one any different? "No, hold on a nanosecond. Oh, ho! That is rich. Especially for a Dalek."
"What is it, Romana?" Braxiatel looked bemused, not lowering his aim. The urge to kill these scared Daleks in front of him was too strong, hoping that Romana would give him the order to shoot soon. The sooner these Daleks were dead and gone, the better it was for them and the rest of the universe. He was growing tired of their plans. "Why Bracewell?"
"Don't you see, Braxiatel? The Progenitor wouldn't have recognised them as it saw them as impure Daleks. So, they set us up as a trap. They knew the Progenitor would recognize us. The Daleks second greatest enemy! So, it accepted my word. My recognition of the Daleks." Romana explained.
Braxiatel snorted. "I can see what you mean. Very clever, as always aren't you Romana?" She pursed her lips, not in the mood to be joking.
"Withdraw now, Time-Lord's! Or the city dies in flames!"
"The city is already dying below." Romana retorted, not caring for the humans. Didn't the Daleks release that World War Two was a significant point in history? A point in history where millions of humans were slaughtering each other? Simply turning on the lights was not going to change anything and she knew that these Daleks were too weak to actually deliver the threat themselves. "Let the humans slaughter each other. Besides, you Daleks don't even have the power to destroy a city!"
"Then together we shall watch the humans destroy themselves!" The Dalek ship lowered a dish from their spaceship on screen which then collects and sends a stream of energy towards London. "With your daughter below!"
Alarms went off in the cabinet war room and one of the officers tried to turn off the lights for they have all switched on suddenly, making them sitting ducks in the dark. He looked around, alarmed. "The generators won't switch off! The lights are on all across London, Prime Minister!"
Amy turned to Thyra, her heart racing. She knew it was the Daleks doing. How else did all the lights in London turn themselves on? But she couldn't help but wonder what exactly Romana and Braxiatel had planned. "Has to be them. Has to be the Daleks."
Thyra nodded in agreement. "It's them. They're controlling the lights from their switch, no doubt using it against mum or dad for something."
Winston gnawed at his bottom lip, the craving for his cigar returning to him. "The Germans can see every inch of the city. We're sitting ducks. Get those lights out before the Germans get here!" The officer goes to check the generators.
"Not even my sonic screwdriver will be enough for the lights." Thyra told them disappointedly as she got out her sonic screwdriver, rolling it about in her hands. She had to admit, her sonic screwdriver could be incredibly useless when it came to situations such as this. But then she remembered something, or more importantly, someone. Someone other than her parents who could help them. "But we do have something."
"What? What do we have? We've got to take the fight to the Daleks!" Amy protested. They were powerless against the Daleks and the oncoming Nazi's. She wondered if this incident here today would ever make it to the history books in her future.
"How? None of our weapons are a match for theirs." Churchill protested before Breen turned to them.
"German bombers sighted over the Channel, sir. ETA 10 minutes, sir."
Churchill sighed dejectedly. "Here they come. Get a message to Mr Attlee. War Cabinet meeting at 0300-if we're all still here."
"Come on Amy, I have a plan." Thyra tugged at her hand, leading them away from the war room, Churchill blinking at her before slowly following the two ladies out of the room, wondering what Thyra had up her sleeve this time.
Amy followed her, raising an eyebrow. Now that was highly unlike Thyra to have a plan. "I don't believe you have a plan."
Thyra looked mockingly offended, turning around to face her as she began to walk backwards towards Bracewell's office. ""I have part ofa plan!"
"Okay then. What percentage of a plan do you have?" Amy smirked, enjoying the banter. In a way, Thyra reminded her of an annoyingly younger sister and Amy loved to tease her when she could.
"You don't get to ask questions after the Star Whale nonsense!" Thyra pointed at her, but there was a twinkle of amusement in her eye. "Respect the plan. Respect the plan in progress." She turned round again, walking normally and walked on ahead. Amy rolled her eyes before jogging up to catch up with her.
"Is that meant to scare us?" Braxiatel mocked. Hardly anything scared Braxiatel anymore. Oh, Braxiatel has been scared plenty of times. Especially when he first trapped the Pandora in his mind to save Romana back on Gallifrey and then during the Time War...he had been so scared then. But who wasn't scared during the Time War? Any fellow Time-Lord who wasn't scared then was fooling themselves. "Humans have primitive technology. It'll take the Nazi's ages for their aeroplanes to reach Britain. Ha!"
"Leave us, Time-Lord's! Leave us and return to your daughter."
Romana scoffed. She will not let the Daleks order her about! She will not let the Daleks take control. She's had enough of their commands to last her a life time. She was not the one to give in so easily and she was going to make the Daleks see it. "No. I won't leave until you roaming about in the skies when millions of lives are at stake below. Is this your greatest victory, Daleks? You leaving?"
"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again!" The Second Dalek told them.
"Oh no you don't! We won't let you get away this time! My people deserve justice after everything we have been through!" Romana spat, revenge for her people rushing through her veins.
Suddenly there was a mechanical 'whooshing' sound and then a soft thrumming. "We have succeeded-DNA reconstruction is complete." The Daleks glide back from the cubicle which was enveloped in red energy. The doors slide open amidst in sparks. Braxiatel stood beside Romana, apprehensive of what was being revealed to them. "Observe, Lords of Time! The new Dalek paradigm!"
The Time-Lord's watched, horrified as new, larger Daleks emerge from the smoke and steam, each a different colour, white, blue, yellow, orange and red. Braxiatel faltered his aim slightly as he turned to whisper in Romana's ear. "Is it me, or don't they look like intergalactic traffic lights to you?" Romana gently nudged him, giving him a pointed glare as he merely smirked.
"The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny. Behold, the restoration of the Daleks! The resurrection of the master race!" The Second Dalek introduced as the new Daleks loomed in front of them.
When Thyra and Amy and Churchill walked into Bracewell's lab, they found him holding a revolver in his remaining hand and was about to enter. "Bracewell! Put the gun down!" Churchill demanded.
Bracewell looked like he was about to cry, overcome with emotion and feeling incredibly sorry for himself. "My life is a lie, and I choose to end it."
"In your own time, Paisley boy." Amy took the gun off him and stood next to him. She didn't fancy seeing a man killing himself today. "Because right now, Thyra and her parents need your help."
Bracewell looked at them, not understanding how they could need their help after all he has done. "But those creatures...my Ironsides...they made me?" He trembled, looking away, shamefaced. "I can remember things, so many things. The last war, the squalor, and the mud and the awful, awful misery of it all. What am I? What am I?"
Thyra crouched down in front of him, meeting his eyes. "You are Bracewell." Thyra told him confidently. "All those memories you have are yours, not the Daleks. Those feelings? They are yours because the Daleks have no concept of emotions but you do. But right now, London needs your help. You and I are the only ones clever enough right now because the Daleks spaceship is up there lighting up London like a Christmas tree. Thousands of people will die tonight if you or I don't work together."
"We are?" Bracewell blinked, surprised at the fact that Thyra was asking him out of all people for help and that he was going to be working alongside Lady Romana's and Lord Braxiatel's daughter.
"Aye." Thyra gave him a smile. She stood up, looking over at the Daleks plans, figuring out a way to destroy them. There had to be a way! Or they had to have a weakness of some sorts. She hated not being able to do anything whilst her parents tried to talk their way out of things.
"Thyra, what's your plan then? You're almost as clever as your parents. What about rocks? You got rockets? Cos you said gravity whatsits, hypersonic flight, some kind of missile thing, Bracewell." Amy pointed out, recalling what Bracewell had mentioned from his previous experiments earlier.
"We could send something up there, you say?" Churchill asked, looking thoughtful.
Bracewell nodded. "With a gravity bubble, yes." He showed them the plans. "Theoretically it's possible we could send something into space."
Thyra gave them a large grin, saluting from her hat. This was her time to shine. "Gentlemen, this is where I take charge."
"All hail the new Daleks! All hail the new Daleks!" The old Daleks cried out victoriously.
"Yes, you are inferior!" The White Dalek cried, turning to face them.
"Yes."
"Then prepare!"
"We are ready!" The old Daleks cried and Romana and Braxiatel shared a baffled look with each other, wondering what the Daleks were ready for.
"Cleanse the unclean! Total obliteration! Disintegrate!" The White Dalek ordered, clearly in charge and the Blue Dalek fired upon the army khaki Daleks in front of it whilst the red Dalek shot the third old Dalek.
Romana looked at them, truly disgusted by their behaviour. "You've gone so far as to exterminate your own kind because they're not pure." She looked at Braxiatel. "There will never be a good Dalek." Time and time again she has encountered the Dalek and never has she or the Doctor ever encountered a good Dalek. They were all the same, all having the exact same objectives in mind and Romana knew that there would never be a single, good Dalek in the entire universe. Not ever.
"You are Lady Romana and Lord Braxiatel! Both of you must be exterminated!"
"You keep saying that, but you never do exterminate us!" Braxiatel taunted. "You don't get to deliver threats until you mean it! Every soldier knows that!"
Amy, Churchill and Bracewell headed back to the map room. Thyra was preoccupied in her plan, much to everyone's reluctance for her being only so young. Breen and the others were on their radio headphones, manoeuvring representations of flying squadrons. Dust falls from the ceiling at the city above is bombed. "Advancing bombers approaching in strike formation. Incendiary bombs have hit the East End of London." The tannoy informed them.
Bracewell had his arm in a sling and he entered with a device on a wheeled office chair, also with a handmade headset on. Churchill turned to him, looking pleased that their plan was put into action. He only hoped Romana or Braxiatel wouldn't kill him later for allowing Thyra doing what she was doing now. "At last! Are Lady Thyra and the others ready?"
"I hope so. I really hope she knows what she's doing. But in the mean time..." Bracewell placed a device on desk and it had a screen with control knobs on and he began to fiddle with it. "This will pick up Dalek transmissions." He slapped the machine on it's side, trying to get it working and they saw Romana and Braxiatel on the screen with the Daleks, Braxiatel still had his blaster raised at them on the small black and white screen.
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race." The White Dalek spoke over the receiver.
Amy clapped her hands excitedly, smiling at the screen happily as she saw the Time-Lord's. They were safe! That was a good sign though she couldn't help but wonder how long for. "It's them! It's Romana and Braxiatel!"
"Scientists, strategists, Drone, Eternal and the Supreme!" The White Dalek continued, stating what each coloured Dalek did.
"Ironically enough, you are wearing the same colour that I wore for my Presidential robes back on Gallifrey." Romana commented dryly. "White on Gallifrey was considered to be one of the highest colours of authority. How dare you steal my people rituals."
Amy glanced at Churchill. "She's got company. New company. Thyra's gotta hurry up!"
A phone rang and Bracewell went to answer it. "Yes? Right. Right, thanks!" He hung up the phone, turning to the others. "Ready when you are, Prime Minister!"
Churchill beamed. "Splendid!"
Bracewell fiddled with the device, getting the ship on the screen. "Spaceship's exact co-ordinates located!"
"Go to it, Group Captain! Go to it!" Churchill ordered, turning to the Group Captain, giving him orders.
The Group Captain nodded, turning into his speakers. "Broadsword to Lady Thyra! Broadsword to Lady Thyra! Scramble! Scramble! Scramble!"
"What we would like to know, is what do we do with you Daleks now?" Romana asked, eyeing the blue Dalek near her. Not liking how ever so slowly it was edging towards them. "Turn your machine off and we can negotiate this between us. We can talk this through."
Suddenly, a siren blared through out the ship and the blue Dalek turned away from them and went to the scanner. "Alert! Unidentified projectile approaching!" The Time-Lord's glanced at the second scanner, wondering what was going on. "Correct. Multiple projectiles!"
"What have the humans done?" The white Dalek questioned.
"I don't know." Romana asked stunned. "Though I wouldn't put it past me my daughter had something to do with it."
"Haha! Thyra to mother and father! Thyra to mother and father! Are you receiving me? Over." They heard Thyra's delighted voice over the comms.
Romana laughed, Braxiatel chuckling as they stood up, looking upwards. It was just so typical of her daughter to take charge like this and she knew her daughter well. She knew her daughter wouldn't be able to resist anything that involved flying planes or ships. It was in her blood. "Oh Thyra, you are magnificent!"
The RAF had sent up fighter planes to attack the Dalek ship, Thyra taking the lead. "Haha! Miss me?" Thyra laughed, flying her own RAF plane. It had taken quite bit persuasion from the humans to allow her to fly the RAF plane but she told them that she learnt how to fly the TARDIS ever since she was a toddler and for the fact she flew the Vinvocci ship last Christmas, a simple RAF fighter plane was easy for her. She was loving every minute of this and she couldn't wait to tell her Uncle Jack about this next time she saw him. She even had her own pilot helmet, goggles and scarf on and she knew then she was a member of the World War Two British RAF squadron.
"Thyra!" Romana scolded her daughter, worry could be seen quite clearly in her eyes for the safety of her daughter despite the fact Romana could hear it quite clearly in her daughter's voice how much she was enjoying this. She hoped that Thyra hadn't gone up there alone. "Be careful!"
"It's all right. I got Danny boy covering my back!" Thyra replied cheerily. "Isn't that right, Danny boy?"
"Danny boy to Lady Romana! We are protecting your daughter's plane as well as targeting the Dalek ship. Over" Danny's voice spoke through the comm as though on cue.
"Come on, Danny boy! Get firing! It's the big dish, side of the ship. Ye can't miss it! Over!" Thyra cried. "In a bit mum!"
"Exterminate the Time-Lord's!" The White Dalek cried, turning on them and Braxiatel grabbed Romana's hand and dragged her to the TARDIS, escaping just in time as the Daleks fired at them.
Back in the map room, Churchill turned to face the group captain. "You heard Lady Thyra, Group Captain! Target that dish! Send in all we've got!" The Group Captain nodded, doing as he asked.
Amy watched the action on the screen of Bracewell's receiver, wondering where on earth Thyra knew how to fly an RAF plane from. The Group captain spoke into the radio. "44 to Danny boy, do as Lady Thyra instructed. Target the dish and stop that signal."
"Over. Understood, sir."
"Count me in, ha!" Thyra called over the radio.
"Oh, good luck, Lady Thyra! Good luck lads!" The women in the room cheered them on.
"All right men, let's put London back under cover of darkness. I want you men to distract the Daleks, I'm going in to destroy the dish." Thyra ordered, Amy watching the squadron begins to fire on the Dalek ship and the dish. "No one is to go near the dish but me!"
Amy saw one of the RAF plane shot down and her heart beat quickened, sincerely hoping it wasn't Thyra's plane and everyone possible in the room gathered around, listening in. "We've lost Jubilee, sir! Over." Danny told them and Breen looked extremely worried.
They heard the planes fire some more over the radio before a crash was heard. "Flintlock's down sir, but the dish seems to be protected. Over." Danny boy reported.
In the TARDIS, Romana and Braxiatel listened to the comm worriedly, hoping that Thyra may retreat so she was out of the Daleks reach. "Mum, dad, it's only me and Danny boy left now. The disk is protected but I can't lift the shields off from here. You'll have to do it from the TARDIS. Over."
Romana quickly picked up a small microphone and spoke into it. "Romana to Thyra, your father and I can disrupt the Dalek shields but not for long so you'll have to make it quick. Get Danny boy to cover your back whilst you're at it. Over."
"On it! Over." Thyra replied before she spoke to Danny. "Thyra to Danny boy! Cover my back for me, will ye? I'm going in! Wish me luck, over."
"Good luck ma'am! Over." Danny replied and he went to distract the Daleks, dodging their lasers carefully as Thyra went in to make another approach on the Dalek ship.
Romana and Braxiatel were frantically working at the controls, trying to deactivate the shields and Thyra went in, firing from her plane and she destroyed the beam on the first hit as well and she let out a victory cry.
The Group Captain face brightened at having received reports from Danny and he looked over towards the rest. "Direct hit, sir!" Everyone in the room cheered.
"Danny boy to Lady Romana, Lady Thyra and myself are going in for another attack." Danny reported.
Braxiatel spoke into the machine, knowing Romana was too busy to answer. He was so pleased at his daughter though she was slightly reckless at going up to space in a mere, primitive RAF plane and just where on Gallifrey did she learn how to fly one? But Braxiatel knew that Thyra had always been an excellent pilot when it came to flying things. She was the master of it and he couldn't be more than proud of his daughter. "Lord Braxiatel to Danny boy, Lord Braxiatel to Danny boy, you and Thyra destroy that ship. Over!"
"You ready Danny boy? Over." Thyra grinned and she and Danny went to attack the Dalek ship.
"Yes ma'am! Over."
"Romana! Call of your attack!" The white Dalek spoke through the TARDIS comm.
Romana looked up, half expecting the Daleks to appear in their TARDIS but she knew that the Daleks couldn't. The TARDIS was well protected. "And leave you to destroy the rest of the universe? No. This is the end for you, Daleks. Our people deserve justice and we shall give it to them!"
"Call off the attack, or we will destroy the Earth."
"And just how many times have you delivered that threat?" Braxiatel drawled. "You've said it too many times, it's beginning to lose it's meaning."
"Bracewell is a bomb."
"Oh you're buffering!" Romana replied, a hint of annoyance could be heard in her tone as she flickered some consoles on the TARDIS, annoyed at the fact that the Daleks just simply won't give up.
"His power is derived from an Oblivion Continuum! Call off your attack, or we will detonate the android!"
"If we let you go, you and I both know there there'll only be a new race of Daleks in the sky." Romana pointed out. "That's something I wish to avoid."
"Then choose! Destroy the Daleks or save the Earth. Begin the countdown of Oblivion Continuum! Choose, Romana! Choose! Choose!"
Romana looked up regrettably towards Braxiatel, gritting her teeth together. She knew the Daleks would use this as their last move. To distract them whilst they got away once more. She picked up the microphone, hoping she wasn't going to regret this decision. "Lady Romana to Thyra and and Danny boy. Withdraw."
"Mum? What's the matter? Over." Thyra replied, sounding concerned.
"I want you and Danny boy to withdraw immediately. Return to Earth. Over and out."
"But mum!" Thyra protested.
Braxiatel spoke into the microphone despite he too wanted his daughter and Danny to continue destroying the Dalek ship. "There's no time to explain, Thyra! You and Danny boy have to return to Earth. That is an order young lady! Over!" They set the coordinates for Earth, both knowing Thyra would be annoyed with them but knew they would deal with Thyra later for right now, they had to stop Bracewell from exploding the city of London.
"Thyra to Danny boy, we need to withdraw and return to Earth. Over!"
"Yes ma'am!" Danny and Thyra flew back to Earth once more.
The TARDIS materializes and Romana and Braxiatel exit and sprinted out of the room, heading straight towards the map room. They ran in, causing a turn with the humans and Braxiatel punched Bracewell in the face. Braxiatel standing over Bracewell, looking down upon him as Bracewell looked up on him in shock.
"Braxiatel!" Amy replied, appalled by his behaviour. She knew Braxiatel could be a fighter and held a grudge against humans but never did Amy expect him to go this far even after all Bracewell has done for them.
"Not now Amy!" Romana snapped. "I'm sorry Professor but you are a bomb! An inconceivably massive Dalek bomb!"
Bracewell blinked up at her, still startled by Braxiatel's actions. "What?"
Romana sighed, really not having the time to explain. "There's an Oblivion Continuum inside you, a captured wormhole that provides perpetual power. Detonate that, and the Earth will bleed through into another dimensions!" As she said that, Braxiatel knelt beside him and he pulled out his sonic pen and opened up Bracewell's shirt. "Now do exactly as my husband tells you too and keep down!" They watched as Braxiatel used his sonic to reveal mechanics underneath the skin, the humans looking on with frightened expressions on their faces.
