It wasn't long before they were reunited, however. When Seg was finally taken off the cart and uncovered, he was in a large, white room filled with scientific equipment… and a huge aircraft taking up the majority of the space, already equipped for the impending conversion. Rose was on the other side of a window, still handcuffed and trying to look away from the scene.
The black car grinned almost maliciously at Seg. "And this is the fun part. Now, open your casing."
"And if I do not?" he tested, not yet willing to expose himself to the car's experimentation.
"You will. I was just giving you the opportunity before I forced you." He went over to a control panel, sending a remote command to Seg's casing to open it anyways.
The Dalek squirmed as the cold white room met his organic eye, the difference in lighting making him squint. "I will not assist in your experiment," he snarled, the voice sounding even more glitched now that the casing was open. "I will not assist in my own torture."
"Whatever you choose. It's still gonna happen, though," he added, pushing a machine with several arms in front of the Dalek, allowing it to scan him before it began placing several wires on - and poking into- the being. "Besides, it won't hurt when it's all over. I know that much."
The creature erupted with a series of pained squeaking sounds, and the sensors registered it as a buzzing scream for a split second. "Good to know," he managed to spit out with hatred, egg yellow eye rolling in its socket.
Of course, it was done within a couple minutes, and much more accurately than any unassisted human could have performed. Satisfied, Seth moved over to another button. A big, red button. "Any last words?"
Seething anger flooded the Dalek's senses. He would not give Seth the satisfaction.
He gave the equivalent of a shrug. "Suit yourself." And with that, he pushed the button with his tire. The room immediately lit up with electricity surrounding both the Dalek and the aircraft. The black car made sure to stay clear.
There was a long electronic scream that soon transitioned into a more natural sounding one. As soon as the electricity died down, the modified B-57F sitting on the other side had its eyes open, and they were almost glowing with rage. It didn't take long for Seg to figure out how to move, although the shape of his new body was so different than before that he ran his wingtips into the walls more so than not. He made a beeline straight towards the black car, a primitive snarl coming from his open jaws.
Seth immediately turned tail, quickly getting ahead of the plane and trying to get to the door that led to safety. He practically slammed his tire against the scanner… but to no avail. The system wasn't caught up yet. And the only other means of escape were the massive hangar doors on the other side of the room. Not an option. He'd just have to dodge the newly converted plane until someone intervened. Shaking the fear from his psyche, he abandoned the door and shot underneath Seg's wing, trying to throw him off by outmaneuvering him.
The Dalek plane could not turn fast enough, slamming one wing into the ground in trying to do so. He was shocked by the wave of pain from the now damaged wingtip, not used to anything of the sort. Red hot anger muddled his thoughts, however, and managed to snuff out the reaction. All he wanted to do at the moment was snuff out Seth's life.
The car skidded in an attempt to avoid any sort of impact the plane was going to make with him, only to totally lose his traction and run sideways into a wall. But he didn't have a second to let the pain fade. He was prey. Revving up once again, he darted along the side of the hangar just to keep moving… but his engine no longer sounded like a flawless purr. Something was broken inside.
Still trying to compensate for his incredible bulk, Seg lashed forwards, trying to pin Seth into a corner. He was simply too large to be able to have any good battle tactic, and without his battle computer he felt almost lost. The Dalek turned plane felt his mind begin to blur under the confusion of the new body and new freedom of thought - even though his original casing had no long since ceased functioning properly. "Put me back!" he snarled in frustration, "Bring me back!"
"It doesn't go backwards, friend," he snarled, "And believe me, even if I could, I wouldn't." Someone must have gotten bored of watching him flee for his life, because the first of the two doors separating the room from the rest of the establishment slid open - the middle chamber was far too small for Seg. Seth would be safe. He quickly sped under Seg's wing again, easily dodging some of his clumsy attacks. "That's how you're going to be from now on."
With every passing moment he was growing more able to fully utilize what limited ability he currently had. He took chase, wings slamming into the walls of the doorway. If they hadn't been reinforced, he would have pulled them down to go after the car. Instead he was forced to stare the scientist in the eyes, wishing the mere force of his gaze could set the vehicle aflame. His next words were ice. "Where's Rose?"
If Seth could have willed the second door open, he would have. "Another room. I'm gonna use her to teach this division how conversions are done."
"Sick monster," Seg hissed, words being covered by a static sounding glitch in his voice.
"I've been called worse." And with a swift motion, the second door was open. Seth was free. Without a second thought, he left the angry B-57 to his own devices. The worst he could hurt was himself.