(Note: I do not own Star Wars, as it was made by George Lucas then bought by Disney, and I do not own Doctor Who, created by Sydney Newman, currently owned by the B.B.C. (British Broadcasting Corporation))
A man ran across a hallway, breathing hard. His eyes were frantic, his hearts pounding. His right hand had a strange apparatus on it, like a glove. It was mostly blue, however the metal above the back of the man's hand was white, steam visibly emanating from it, with the barely readable words 'Saturnite Power Fist'. He ducked under a bright blue blast, and rolled to the left to dodge another.
"EXTERMINATE!"
It was now clear as to what the man was running from. The pursuers were metal, with the bottom in a pentagon-ish shape, with balls embedded on the bottom half in neat rows. The middle section was more circular, with 2 'limbs' there. One was a plunger on the creature's right side, while the left was a cylindrical tube, with metal bars on it, circling the tube. The head was a dome, with two light-bulbs, where if you were facing directly at it, and imagined a clock behind it, the bulbs were at the 1:00 to 1:30 and 11:00 to 10:30 clock position. The final detail was a stalk, which came to a roundish end, holding a blue lens.
This was a Dalek, one of the most dangerous creatures in the known-universe.
Mutated by a nuclear war, and encased in a shell made by a mad man. Their only purpose? Feel only rage, and kill everything that was not a Dalek... but there was one species that drove them to extinction, it drove them to new heights of rage. Their bloodlust seemingly strangling the man, for he was that one species... The Last of that Species. He was a Time Lord. The only one left in existence, as far as he knew. He didn't fight in the Time War at first, no. He was just a scribe back then. Charged with the important duty of guarding the most important knowledge of the Time Lords. Their secrets, blueprints, top secret experiments, making sure that no one changed his race's past. That was his duty, charged by Rassilon, the First Time Lord in existence. He was content. Happy, even... then the Daleks came, striking Gallifrey directly, even changing its past. That day was when He entered the fight... He hated every second of it.
"EXTERMINATE!"
Dodging another blast of energy, the man turned around, and punched with the Power Fist. The Super-Heated metal extended from the power fist, pushing past the shield that would've stopped everything else, and broke through the Dalekanium metal, killing the Kaled within.
Breathing heavily, the man slowly removed his fist from the now corpse-filled shell. Grabbing the gun stalk with his left hand, he punched it clean from the holding with the power fist. Walking away, he cooled the power fist, and stowed it on his belt. Now that he was walking, his clothes were able to be distinguished now. He had combat boots, modified with electro-magnetic properties, allowing him to walk on walls with some preparation. His pants were black, obviously combat ready. It seemed to be made of some form of Ballistic Weave, most likely able to stop a .44 round, albeit with a really pain-filled aftermath. His shirt was a tank-top, it was made of similar material of his pants, however lighter in defense, and white to the pant's black. His coat was long, it had holes in lapels, the sleeves were cut off entirely, and the coat-tails were ripped, tattered, causing the once-long coat to end just above the ankle. The back of the coat had a symbol, the symbol of the old times. It was a dragon, wrapping around a red planet made of gears. On one gear was a circle, symbols wrapping around one end, connecting to the other. This symbol was not just a symbol... it was a long dead language, the Language of Time Lords. For his actual face, it was smooth. Clean. He was pale-skinned, similar to a vampire. His nose was of medium length, his lips a dull and cracked dark-pink. His hair was golden, tied in a single tail, with that tail being wild, hair facing this way and that. His eyes, a emerald green, shined with a sense of wonder and awe, yet his eyes also shone with horror untold, of haunting knowledge forever burned into his mind
stopping, the man reached down, and grabbed a weapon. It was designed off a Thompson Rifle, yet it did not fire bullets, rather high-energy laser blasts. In the drum mag, in the middle of 5 extended domes, was an energy cell. Placing the Dalek Gunstalk on the ground, he reached into his coat's pockets, he pulled out various bits of scrap. 3 pilot lights, in red, yellow, and green. A few pieces of metal, some wires, and a plastic spoon. Setting to work, he inserted the wires into the weapon, and wrapped around the barrel. Drilling the 3 pilot lights along side the the under-barrel, and used the spoon to... He threw it away, realizing it was useless. Affixing the Dalek Gun-Stalk to the end of the barrel, he used duct-tape to secure it. He then shook the gun a bit, before promptly turning around and firing at a Dalek that had entered the hallway.
The tell-tale blue beam of energy that was the trademark of Dalek Weaponry soared through the air, passing the Dalek's shield, and causing the entire upper-half of it to explode.
"Well shit. Thank god for Bucky's lessons on adapting to and modifying weaponry."
Moving the weapon into a relaxed-ready position, he lightly jogged through the hall-ways. Passing by a few patrols, and promptly killing them, he eventually made his way to the target of his mission. The Dalek Ship's Control center. Leaning the gun against the controls, he began to hack into the computer. Having to use several trains of thought at once, he did not notice the Daleks coming in.
"HALT. YOU HAVE TRESSPASSED ONTO THE FLAGSHIP OF THE DALEK FLEET! HALT YOUR ACTIONS, AND SURRENDER, FOR THE EMPEROR WANTS TO SEE YOU."
Lifting his head up, he turned slightly to see around ten Daleks behind him.
"Oh dear... Well, I'm clearly outnumbered, so I shall follow your commands!"
As he grabbed the weapon to sling onto his back, he left a small device on the backside of the computer, before following his armed enemies. Walking in the middle of them, he felt the sheer bloodlust radiating off of them. He hated it during the war, and he hated it now. Entering a lift, he started humming a stereotypical elevator song.
After an uncomfortable ten minutes of silence only broken by the humming, he was escorted to the Emperor. He was big, with three limbs suspending him above a recessed area of the room. He had a tank at the bottom of the actual body, just below the area where the arms were connected. In the glass tank, was the Emperor himself. He, like all his brethren, was mutated beyond a humanoid body. His body was similar to a Earth Squid, just incredibly smaller. The tentacles moved around in a rather useless manner, and his single eye was on his main body. Blinking, and swirling, the dome that was at the top of the shell was identical to the rest of the Daleks. It was pointed straight at him.
"GREETINGS, TIME LORD. YOU HAVE INFILTRATED MY FLEET, KILLED HUNDREDS OF MY BRETHREN, AND TRIED TO HACK INTO THIS SHIP'S COMPUTER. FOR WHAT REASON, DID YOU DO THIS? WAS IT AN ACT OF REVENGE, OR SIMIPLY A DEATH WISH?"
The Time Lord looked up, a smirk on his face, and smugness in his eyes.
"I mostly did this because I was bored."
This caused the Emperor to pause, mulling over the words.
"YOU BROKE INTO MULTIPLE SHIPS, KILLED HUNDREDS OF DALEKS, AND TRIED TO HACK INTO THE MAIN COMPUTER... OUT OF BOREDOM? CONSIDER ME... AMUSED. MIGHT I KNOW THE NAME OF THE LAST TIME LORD, WHO SEALED HIS OWN DEATH, OUT OF SHEER BOREDOM?"
"My name? What the hell, might as well let you know. I'm The Guardian, Last of the Time Lords, and as for the boredom bit..."
He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small cylinder with a single, red button on the top of it.
"... I lied!"
Pressing it, the ship was rocked with explosions on 30 separate levels, all where critical systems were located.
"TRECHERARY! LIES! DECEIT! KILL HIM! KILL THE GUARDIAN!"
"ALERT! ALERT! WEAPON SYSTEMS OFFLINE! SHIELDS OFFLINE! MOTOR CONTROL OFFLINE! TRANSMAT OFFLINE!"
"That, my genocidal captors, was something I had forgotten to mention! None of you are getting off this ship. All your other ships happened to also be disabled. Without you, they'll fall apart and kill each other. With love from Gallifrey, I bid you all... Adieu!"
Running away from the bridge, he jumped down a few holes to lower levels, and ran. He ran, ran, and ran some more! His hearts were beating hard, his smile shining. Ducking underneath a piece of rubble, he came upon his ship.
It was black, about as tall as a cabinet, and about as wide as a car's trunk, maybe a bit wider. On the front side was a rectangle, and a bit below that, was a rather weird shape, it was a upside-down triangle, heading down into a thin line before forming a right-side up triangle. The 2 symbols flash white, causing the wall to fade away.
The Guardian stepped inside, taking in the console room... well, it wasn't really a console room. A Type 89 TARDIS usually relied completely on the Telepathic Circuits and the Navigation System, although the secondary control room had a manual console.
The actual room looked wooden, rather rectangular. It had a few workstations, one was a reloading bench, another was a normal bench, usually used to modify weapons and such. There was a few bookshelves with random odds and ends, like a globe, some ammo boxes, a baseball bat on a stand, right below a plasma-lined katana. On one shelf was a entire collection on how to lie so well, you can make someone braindead. There was also some gun-racks with various weapons. In the center of the room was a big glass tube, similar to a torpedo tube, just slightly bigger, filled with water and synthetic fish. A scanner was built into a wall, at an angle similar to a TV mount, except recessed into the wall, with a couch infront of it
Heading inside, past an entrance-archway, the outer-door closed, and two wooden-sliding doors slid over the archway.
"Aria, my dear TARDIS, can you please have us take off? I'd rather not be atomized."
"Of Course, my dear Ian."
The engines began to roar, ripping the Outer-Shell of the TARDIS from 3D-space to the Space-Time Vortex. The actual vortex appeared different to every Time Lord/Lady. To him, it was a beautiful ice-cold spiral, with ice and lightning storming through. The clock on a nearby wall was going anti-clockwise, indicating they were traveling backward in time.
Sitting down on the couch, He and Aria, both were excellent at multi-tasking, decided to watch Reality TV and make fun of it. Their latest show was 'Keeping Up with the Kardashians'.
As they made fun of it, neither managed to notice something pulling Aria to a classified Galaxy, a very long, long time ago...
