I don't own Doctor Who. This story features the same castes of Daleks described in my previous one-shot, 'The Second New Dalek Paradigm' just with a different form of Dalek, like one of the Skaro degradations described in Engines of War.
War of the New Dalek Paradigm.
"EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"
Daleks.
The worst nightmare.
Thought to be a legend, long since lost and disappeared, but were now a nightmare across the Milky Way. A race of cyborg machines with a mutated nightmare inside the armoured tank to provide it with both the means of living and to get about with the devastating power of a mini tank.
They came out of nowhere 200 years ago now, and already the galaxy is quaking as they begin their empire-building. Many are/were positive the war was never going to be won by us.
I crouched down in the street as I held up my blaster and I tried to take some careful aim, while I tried to drown out the sound of the Dalek battle cry; but it was virtually impossible, the Daleks were drowning out all frequencies.
It was an old trick of the Daleks, designed to intimidate their enemies and make it harder to concentrate. I tried hard not to make it work, but that's the problem; it never fracking works.
The Daleks were hurling themselves at their opponents, coming like a swarm of insects.
All around me soldiers ran around The Alliance composed of humans, Draconians, Ice Warriors and several other species tried valiantly to stem the tide as the relentless Dalek army, transported down through their transmat portals from their starships in orbit at different points through the city on Pandora. The planet had largely been evacuated of the civilian population, forcefully; the alliance had learnt the hard way that the Daleks took slaves and those who were enslaved would ever be lucky to escape. Daleks worked their slaves to death, and since the Daleks had hit the Milky Way galaxy like a wrecking ball smashing a building to pieces as their empire began to expand across all known space after the hyperspace intersections discharged their fleets, the Alliance had learnt the hard way the Daleks refused to negotiate. To them, all life was inferior and should either be exterminated or enslaved, but there was some debate about who got off lightly.
It was a two-fronted battle, I knew.
The Daleks were fighting on the planet - in the sea, attacking the underwater cities of the planet, attacking the land-based cities like this one on the ground, or in the air, and they were in orbit, trying to bring down the space fleet trying to defend this planet. Spotting a Dalek as it skittled across the ground, I quickly took aim and fired.
Daleks were oddly shaped things; they were egg-shaped with four spider-like legs which gave them incredible speed across open land and they could hang upside down or scale walls. That was bad enough, given how they could virtually be everywhere, scuttling across the open countryside or down city streets, their spider-like legs giving them terrifying speed and agility, while their antigravity thrusters gave them the means to fly through the air like a swarm of killer hornets.
Upwards the legs joined into the body, where the familiar half globes were studded into the bottom, embedded in panels of a deep, dark bronze, with a body that boasted a claw-like arm and a gunstick. The eyestalk blazed with a burning orange glare.
Warrior Daleks.
I took careful aim, hoping that the Dalek's shields were compromised. And I fired. One Alpha Meson burst through the eyestalk, causing the Dalek to explode. I quickly scratched a notch into my blaster to signify the kill, and I got away and rejoined the rest of the battle before I heard a whirling sound and I spotted three Daleks in the air, their spider legs in flight mode as they were carried on antigravity fields as they chased a group of troops wearing rocket packs.
Ducking into a decent hiding spot, I toggled the selector switch for the ground-to-air ordinance and took aim. Daleks were good in the air, but it had been found despite the best efforts of Scientist and Engineer Daleks to find a way around the weakness, Daleks could be shot down from the air by shooting at their antigravity discs.
Zooming in on two of the Daleks, I waited and then I fired. The first Dalek I shot was hit right into the disc and it began to lose height. I could see it was trying to compensate, so I quickly shot it with a double burst that hit the midsection where I hoped it would rupture the life support tank inside the casing, and would hopefully injure the mutant thing inside the Dalek machine. Two more of the Daleks, distracted by the threat, tried to quickly locate my position, but I quickly shot them down with an Alpha Meson burst through the eyestalks each.
Still, I had just managed to make things better for my fellow soldiers.
I was making my way across, shooting down Daleks from the air as they swooped over me, too busy with firing at the soldiers in the sky on their jet packs or with their gliders which helped them surf through the air as they were powered by fusion engines to notice me below before I put a shot through their undersides which ripped through their casings from beneath, to notice the Fire Daleks until I felt the tell-tale rise in temperature in my suit.
Oh shit!
I quickly got out of the way as best as I could, squeezing down my eyes tightly as the fires began to spread like mad. Transparent aluminium panels cracked and bubbled as their molecules started to be set alight by the psychokinetic pressures of the Daleks. I had always felt the Special Weapons Daleks and the Time Warrior Daleks were dangerous enough; like their brethren, they were spider-shaped, they could move across the ground like lightning, and while the Special Weapon Daleks were dangerous with their four matching guns, and the Time Warrior Daleks were issued with Mobius blasters which pushed a victim out of phase to make it look like they'd vanished in the blink of an eye, they were in fact still there, still aware, and unable to do anything as they waited for an eternity to speed up around them, the Fire Daleks will always give me nightmares.
I was a kid when I first encountered a Fire Dalek, and while I don't want to think of the story since I've told it so many times. The Daleks had attacked my colony in a raid, and it was driven off, but that didn't stop them from beaming squads to the planet to soften us up for the invasion wave. Instead of Special Weapon Daleks or anything else, they instead transported Fire Daleks and Psyche Daleks, two of the evilest forms of Dalek imaginable, and since the Daleks are evil anyway, that is quite a feat.
The Psyche Daleks had instantly terrified us, their telepathy tearing through our minds and taking our secrets and our knowledge while rendering so many as vegetables, while the Fire Daleks concentrated all their power and they began setting everything on fire, from our bodies and clothes to the buildings. Their minds got through the cracks, through to the subatomic structures of the duracrete and durasteel of the buildings and they set them alight, while transparent aluminium windows bubbled and melted before they altered the structure of the atmosphere and set it on fire, incinerating so many of us. One of my friends was on fire, the flames had already started to blaze on his head and he collapsed to the ground, his brain boiled or fried, take your pick. I got lucky, I was saved by a soldier who managed to shoot one of the Daleks with an energy blast and was taken away, but my arm was burnt but I asked the medics to keep the scarring after treating it. I wanted to remember what I was fighting for and against.
Ignoring the heat, I got my weapon and fired aimlessly in the hopes of destroying the Dalek.
Suddenly I saw the Fire Dalek, the flames wreathed around it, making its dark red metallic body and black bumpers look more ominous and demonic. I fired a number of Alpha Meson blasts and bastic shells shielded with a localised psionic dampening field to stop the Dalek from simply melting the bullets. One of the shells pierced the casing and exploded. The Dalek was dead, but the battle went on.
This is a war without any ending in sight, and I don't know if we're gonna win.
A/N Please let me know what you think.