Chapter 3
The shadows of the crimson mountains cast the valley into a deep twilight. The Doctor was walking around the perimeter of the Schism's ceremonial grounds when his keen eyes caught a glimpse of something.
"A cave," he said to himself as he looked into it. The light of several everburning torches revealed a room beyond. "A sacristy, of course. They'd have to have some place to keep all of those stuffy, old robes."
As the Doctor entered, he found himself in a tastefully paneled room. Several robes and high collars were hung upon a wall, and a door next to a wooden desk led deeper into the cave. As he looked into the next room, he gasped in horror. A dome topped, conical form stood amidst rows of robes. It's bottom half was covered in small globes. A plunger tipped arm and gunstalk protruded from its middle section, and atop the dome was a mechanical eyestalk.
"Daleks!" Hissed the Doctor. Realizing he hadn't been exterminated by his old enemy, the Doctor took a step forward. "Image that! One of the self proclaimed masters of the universe caught in a simple anti theft status field. The Time Lords don't take lightly to those wishing to steal their pretty robes."
The Doctor pulled a metal cylinder from a bandolier beneath his coat. Twisting a red dial on its base, he raised it towards the Dalek. With an electronic whine the tip glowed red, and instantly the Dalek came to life.
"You are an enemy of the Daleks!" Screamed the metallic horror as it swung its gunstalk at him. "You must be exterminated!"
"I just freed you," countered the Doctor with a smile. "You could at least tell me your evil plan before exterminating me. How did you get on Gallifrey? There is no way you could have gotten past the Transduction Barrier and the Sky Trenches."
"I was a scout, sent on a mission to arrive on Gallifrey through a tiny space time rift discovered on the planet's surface."
"That rift was one of the most important temporal anomalies in the Universe. It's what made us Time Lords to begin with. And you damn well destroyed it!"
"We were victorious!"
"If getting caught in a trap left for a petty thief can be considered victorious?"
"The portal was destroyed, but the tear in spacer time remains. The Dalek forces shall follow the path I took. They will arrive inforce on Gallifrey. The planet of the Time Lords shall burn, and all of them with it!"
"We will see about that, Dalek."
"Now, it is time to exterminate you."
"I'd like to see you try! This sacristy is in a state of temporal grace. No weapons will function here."
"Exterminate!" Cried the Dalek as a beam of white hot plasma shot forth from its gunstalk.
The Doctor dove for cover. "Apparently, this sacristy is about as reliable as my TARDIS."
