AN: Scholar IV POV, and I'm sorry that it's a bit short. Only two more chapters after this, then I'll write a sequel. I'm thinking of writing from either Maker's or the Doctor's POV, but it'll be another adventure (hopefully a bit longer).
Disclaimer: איך טאָן ניט אייגן דאָקטאָר ווער.
Ch 8: The Alliance Hub Ship
As we snuck aboard the Alliance Hub, I made bets with Maker. "Maker, 100 credits if Scholar I and Scholar II have differences in opinion over experimentation on Daleks, and Scholar III has to mediate. If I know myself, Scholar II is going to capture some Daleks and attempt to make a DNA gun for killing only Daleks, and Scholar I is going to be horrified."
Maker shrugged."I'll make the bet, but I have a feeling I'll lose. It's amazing how, even with the same hair and eye colors every regeneration, you all look so different. Scholar I has Asian bone structure, Scholar II is angular and cat-like, III is vaguely Irish, and you currently look like a mix of all three. So, why do you think Scholars I and II will clash?"
"Because, Maker, Scholar I is a bit of a cross between zen monk, absentminded scientist, and goody-two-shoes, and II is impatient, slightly amoral in experimenting on those who kill innocents, and a rule-breaker. Luckily, III is rather diplomatic from spending a couple centuries meeting famous politicians. Machiavelli fancied me."
"I thought Machiavelli didn't care about anything but power?"
"Yes, but I'm me, and I'm cunning and brilliant. Now, lets catch up with the others and fight our way up the ship."
We made our way up the levels, playing ping-the-Sontaran and make-a-Dalek-beg, but soon we got to the Command deck. We waited for the others to make their way up, and then entered. I decided to leave the leader of each species alive, but to get rid of the extras. As it turns out, though, it wasn't that easy.
AN: Sorry about the cliffhanger. I'm evil. *cue nefarious laugh*