A/N: Let's just pretend that this happens on Christmas Day, okay? Thanks :)
Day Two: Commander Strax
I take a huge breath into my newly cloned lungs and open my eyes. The world is such a purple place, or so I think until the military information that was pumped into my head as I grew in my green goo comes to the surface, and I realise I'm on the Sontaran home world, Sontar and that all of our lights are purple.
As I come further into my senses, I notice that I'm in a small room and that there's someone with me. I pull my umbilical chord out and it sinks below the surface, already beginning to grow another soldier.
That's what I am – a soldier. I know that, and I already want to begin to conquest and destroy the Rutans. I look up and take a second glance at the Sontaran lady who's standing beside the tank, holding up a towel. I feel my cheeks warm when I realise what it's for, and I hastily ask her: "What is your name?"
She smiles and hands me the white towel, soon turned green as I wrap it around myself. "Nurse Phlana," she answers, stroking her magnificent beard.
I step out of the tank and she points to my blue-ish armour neatly laid out in a corner, but there is something missing. I know what it is instantly.
"Where is the gun?"
Phlana shifts nervously on her feet, before she says, "Uh... you won't need one. You're... you're..."
"Yes?" I urge impatiently. I can almost hear her saying something like, 'You kill and destroy with your handsome face alone'. Sadly, that is not what she says.
"A nurse."
"A what?"
"You're an army nurse. Your genes have been spliced to become the ultimate nursing machine..."
"Is that why my chest feels funny?" I interrupt. I glance down. Oh, no. Phlana suddenly looks even more nervous than she did before, the weak and feeble woman.
"For lactic fluid," she says quickly and quietly. Before I can say any more, there is a splashing sound from the cloning tank. "Oh, next one's coming." She almost sounds grateful. Then she shoves me out the door and throws my armour out after me. The door is slammed in my face, and the last I see of her is her perfectly shaven head.
I pick up the breast plate and notice that the chest area is a lot bigger than it should be. I groan.
All I wanted to do was to kill and destroy for the glory of Sontar. Was that so much to ask?