A/N: Oh I loved writing this one. It has to be my favourite so far. LOL!
Day Ten: The Supreme Dalek
An idea almost perfectly formed in my supreme mind, I glide across the smooth floor to the platform that rises from the ground so I can rise above my fellow Daleks (I could levitate, but I am the boss here and I do not need to waste so much energy on such a silly thing). Now rising steadily, I pick out the other four colourful Daleks of the Paradigm – the orange Scientist, blue Strategist, yellow Eternal and the red Drone. It briefly crosses my mind that I should have told the Strategist about this plan of mine, but the moment passes as quickly as it had arrived and I am now at the correct height to make my address.
"MY FELLOW DALEKS," I boom and the others turn around to face me – their heads swivel around first, closely followed by their bodies. "I HAVE CREATED A STRATAGEM WHICH WILL RID US OF THE DOCTOR ONCE AND FOR ALL."
If possible, the Strategist looks offended. "WHAT IS THIS STRATAGEM?"
"I WILL GET TO THAT, STRATEGIST, IF YOU WOULD STOP INTERRUPTING ME." That shuts its mouth. "AS I WAS PREVIOUSLY BOOMING, MY PLAN WILL RID US OF THE TROUBLESOME TIME LORD FOR GOOD. WE WILL DISGUSE OURSELVES AS CHRISTMAS TRESS ON THE PLANET EARTH. THE DOCTOR'S HUMAN COMPANIONS WILL PURCHASE US FOR USE ON THE TARDIS AND ONCE ON BOARD WE WILL REVEAL OURSELVES AND DESTROY THEM ALL."
I finish my announcement in a higher-pitched voice, my excitement getting the better of me. There is a moment's silence as the words sink in.
"I LIKE IT," says the Scientist.
"IT IS VERY WELL CONSTRUCTED," agrees the Drone. Well of course it is – the Drone couldn't think of a plan if it slapped it across the panel. I ignore this comment, instead waiting for the Strategist's opinion. That's the one that matters most, even though I am the Supreme and will carry on with my plan regardless, protocol demands that I at least ask for its opinion.
I grow impatient. "YOUR OPINION, STRATEGIST?"
A nod of the plunger. "EXCELLENT."
"THEN SET COURSE FOR PLANET EARTH."
...
We have been likened to many things – pawn, pepper pot and even meerkat (don't ask, I shan't tell) – so decorating ourselves as Christmas trees is not too much of a stretch in all honesty. I mean, we are roughly the right shape, so as I am now covered in green pine needles which stick into my panels and places I didn't even know existed, I look the part.
I'm in a shop, a discount store, on sale for £20.99. I stand completely still, in line with other trees – real ones. The other members of the Dalek Paradigm are in different shops to give us a better chance to be bought by the Doctor's companions.
A woman with orange hair leads a man with hair of a mousey brown colour through the threshold of the shop by the hand. She points at me and my fellow tress with a grin on her face.
So far it has taken all of my willpower not to shout "EXTERMINATE!" and go on a murderous rampage, killing all inferior humans on sight. I restrain myself from killing these two above all others as I need them alive, and also if I kill them it would blow my cover.
They come over to the row of trees and the woman inspects every one while the man looks like he would rather be elsewhere. I almost hold my breath as the pair reaches me. She ruffles some of the needles and thankfully they don't fall off (I must thank the Eternal for its eternal super glue). The woman raises an eyebrow, shrugs and moves on to the next one.
It is a few minutes until she returns into my line of sight. She must have inspected every tree, and I'm hoping she picks me – it is an essential part of the master plan.
Thankfully, she points out me to the shopkeeper and he nods. The mousey-haired man hands the money over and they leave the shop. The plan is in motion.
...
"What sort of tree is that, Pond?"
The Doctor points a disapproving finger in my direction.
I'm in the TARDIS now and am placed in a very nice position beside the hat stand. Is it very warm in here, or is it just me?
"It's a Christmas tree, idiot," the woman replies indignantly.
"Well, what shape is it meant to be?" asks the Doctor.
The red-haired woman falters at this. "It's... it's... modern art?"
The mousey man scoffs. "Amy, it's terrible."
"I don't think so, Rory." She gives him a sharp look and he sighs, but doesn't say any more.
"I've seen modern art," says the Doctor, "and that is not it."
It's really hot in here.
But my body temperature is not relevant at the moment. I must reveal myself and kill them all!
"I AM NOT MODERN ART," I correct and the three incompetent humanoids freeze. "I AM THE SUPREME DALEK." A pause for dramatic effect (who said I didn't love my job?).
"EXTERMINATE!"
"Run!" shouts the Doctor, pushing the humans away and like a bicycle down a hill, this push-off makes them run faster. He takes off as well and suddenly it looks like I'll have to pursue them. They are behind the console now, going up stairs and will soon vanish into a corridor.
I fire.
It misses the Doctor by a whisker. I set off after them, levitating up the stairs and onto the glass floor of the control room. Here I glide.
"EXTERMINATE!"
I fire again.
This time it hits the wall, sending sparks into the air. The woman shrieks.
It's really, really hot in here.
I realise all too late that the needles are blocking my vent at the back and I am overheating.
And so I burst into flames.
Cursing the other Daleks for their stupidity in coming up with such a stupid plan, I have no choice but to abandon my mission.
"EMERGENCY TEMPORAL SHIFT!" I yell and I disappear.
I live to exterminate another day.
A/N: I'm afraid I'll have to end it here. I've gotten too far behind to catch up in time for Christmas. Merry Christmas everyone!
