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Star Trek Voyager/Doctor Who Crossover – Worst Case Scenario: Chapter 12: New Galactic Order Part II
By
Celgress
Bajor – Alpha Quadrant
"Kai Winn this vedek was caught worshiping the old gods." The black clad guard sneered kicking the vedek into the throne room.
"Is this true?" Kai Winn asked starring down from her ornate throne at the man in tattered robes. Kai Winn was neatly attired in robes that mimicked the casing design of a standard Dalek. "You have renounced the true gods?"
"It is you who have turned your back on the Prophets false one, not I." The Vedek said defiantly a look of distain on the old man's face, distain principally directed towards Kai Winn.
"Ha the Prophets do not attempt to frighten me with your superstitious nonsense old fool." Kai Winn said. "The Daleks are more powerful than any wormhole phantom. They lavishly reward their adherents and mercilessly punish their detractors. Publically execute him at dawn." Kai Winn waved her hand. The guards dragged the cursing vedek from the chamber.
Five years ago the Daleks had presented their conquered worlds with a choice. Either serve the Daleks' purpose or be destroyed, over strenuous objections from the populace as the leader of Bajor Kai Winn had chosen the former option. Within less than a year Kai Winn had come to view the Daleks as the true gods of the Universe made flesh. In return for leading their cult Davros the God of all Daleks, the Supreme Being in the new Bajoran inspired pantheon, had granted Bajor and her people special protected status. Not all Bajorans had embraced the new religion. In fact a majority of former vedeks had officially condemned Kai Winn as an apostate of the highest order. Not that she cared or recognized their verdict. Kai Winn responded by stripping the disloyal vedeks of their offices declaring them outlaw heretics. It had taken four years but descent had been all but purged from Bajoran Society.
Secret Rebel Military Base in the former Neutral Zone – Alpha Quadrant
The young brown skinned Vulcan starred coldly at the partially deconstructed Dalek. Bundles of wires ran from it's ravaged casing into the floor. Both it's weapon and manipulation device had been removed. Knocking on it's mainly intact dome with her right hand Asil said in a mocking tone.
"How are we today Thirty-Nine?" Thirty-Nine didn't respond. "I know you can hear me Thirty-Nine cut out the act."
"You will be exterminated." Thirty-Nine said feebly.
"In your dreams," Asil taunted. "Planning on being cooperative today?"
"Daleks do not cooperate with inferior beings."
Asil nodded to a male Bolian who was standing off to her right manning a control panel. The Bolian pulled a large switch. The Dalek casing crackled with a powerful ionic pulse. Thirty-Nine shrieked in pain. The Bolian pushed the switch back up five seconds later following another single from Asil.
"We'll end your suffering if you cooperate Thirty-Nine, I promise." Asil said. "Tell us the full range of security measures protecting Earth and how to best subvert them."
"We are the superior beings. You will never overcome us. You will be exterminated!" Thirty-Nine ranted recovering some of it's usual bravado.
"Listen up you tin car!" Asil said leaning closer to Thirty-Nine. "Your kind ruined my life we Vulcans were a peaceful people before you came. We represented no threat to you. We could never understand why you employed such a high level of brutality against us."
"We required your resources." Thirty-Nine said.
"That doesn't justify genocide!" Asil screamed.
"Genocide of weaker entities is our work. Only when all other species have been suppressed can there can peace." Thirty-Nine replied.
"Shock it again." Asil said grimly.
An hour later Asil took her weekly shower. The warm water washed away the accumulated grim it couldn't wash away her memories. After the conquest of Vulcan the Daleks had taken her along with most of the other inhabitants to a planet in the Beta Quadrant rich in minerals needed for the production of Dalek food. The work of extracting the exotic matter was both difficult and dangerous. When Asil had pointed out to one of her Dalek overseers a support beam was rotting through in her section that Dalek had responded by having the male Jem'hadar guards beat her into unconsciousness and then invited a group of freelance Nausicaans to gang rape her, all to teach Asil a lesson in 'respect'. Two months later there had been a cave in Asil was buried along with her mother T'Pel under nearly two kilometres of debris. The Daleks hadn't bothered ordering the extract of their trapped slave laborers having already extract the vast majority of the ores they instead abandoned the site. It had taken Asil three months to free herself from what should have been her tomb. She was the only survivor, her mother T'Pel and the others didn't make it. From that day forth she was a different person. She'd felt an uncontrollable hatred of the Daleks growing within her. She discarded the tenants of Vulcan emotional control. Several weeks later she'd been picked up by Captain William Riker's resistant cell. She'd been fighting against the Daleks ever since.
Toweling off, getting dressed and stepping out of the shower stall she was confronted by Captain Riker and Chief Engineer Montgomery Scott. Both had concerned looks on their face. "Asil why did you shock subject Thirty-Nine for an interval of three minutes?" Captain Riker asked frowning.
"It was resisting." Asil answered.
"The logs don't show that. What they do show is subject Thirty-Nine taunting you before the incident." Captain Riker said.
"It's a stinking Dalek so what if I hurt it. I didn't do any permanent damage." Asil said defenselessly.
"Aye las but ye could have. Rounding these tinnies up in the wild ain't exactly easy." Chief Engineer Scott said.
"I'm sorry I won't do it again. It's smugness got under my skin." Asil said.
"I understand interrogating Daleks is never a pleasant experience." Riker said.
"Rude lot they be." Chief Engineer Scott agreed.
Flotsam Patch – Alpha Quadrant
The USS Defiant under the command of General Martok was in orbit behind an especially large chunk of space born debris in an area dominated by such space trash. The area had long ago been dubbed the "Flotsam Patch" because of it's ability to draw in all the extra stellar junk from the neighboring systems. In the Pre-Dalek Era the area was considered little more than a minor navigational nuisance. Now it was an essential stop over and resupply point for rebel space craft.
First Officer Kira Nerys hated waiting, especially in places such as this. Her days in the Bajoran Resistance had taught her situations like these, where she excised little control, were the most dangerous. Scanning the immense debris field she'd beamed down into Kira singled for her group to follow. Approaching a makeshift door she knocked three times, as instructed. After giving the appropriate verbal code the door was flung open. Making their way inside the group was soon greeted by Gul Dukat and his henchman Damar both now dressed in mismatched civilian clothes.
"Ah Major Kira to want do I owe the pleasure of our company." Dukat asked with a smile. Meanwhile Damar looked on dour as always.
"We need new phaser tubes for the Defiant." Kira answered.
"A tough order luckily for you I have two I'm willing to part with, for a price." Dukat said cheerfully.
"What do you want in trade?" Kira asked.
"The girl," Dukat said pointing towards a young human ensign.
"No deal Dukat." Kira said firmly.
"Indeed Major you have nothing else of value I need or desire." Dukat leered.
"I'm not giving you one of my crew Dukat." Kira said standing firm phaser rifle in her hands. "I'd never command anyone to become your sex slave."
"Do you have any kanar?" Damar asked hopefully.
"Actually we do both the General and I hate the stuff, interested?" Kira said eyeing Dukat's sidekick.
"Damar need I remind you…" Dukat started.
"A third of this stuff is mine I'd kill for a real bottle of kanar." Damar said licking his lips.
"I think we can make a deal." Kira said.
"Not so fast Major," said Weyoun the third wheel in the operation appearing from behind a clump of debris. He was also wearing a motley assortment of civilian clothing. "We need more than kanar in return for the phaser tubes, you understand."
"Like what exactly?" Kira asked warily.
"Three of your fully charged and operational phaser rifles," Weyoun said.
"Alright, we have a deal." Kira said.
"Splendid," Weyoun said clapping his hands.
To Be Continued