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Star Trek Voyager/Doctor Who Crossover – Worst Case Scenario: Chapter 17: Tholians, Doctors and a General
By
Celgress
The Planet Tholia
"Unless we stand together all is lost." Ambassador Spock said loudly standing before a paced hive of softly buzzing Tholians.
"I am skeptical of your claims Ambassador." A large Tholian said its voice high pitched and scratchy as was typical of all Tholians. "Thus far we have successfully pushed back the invaders. We can handle these Daleks without help."
"But for how much longer," General Martok snorted. The veteran Klingon warrior found himself disgusted by the Tholians' collective hubris. In his opinion their arrogance was exceeded only by that of the Daleks.
"Five and one half standard solar years we have singlehandedly contained the Dalek Menace." Another large Tholian said scurrying forward. "We do not require nor ask for any assistance." Masses of Tholians cheered in agreement their insect like clicking filled the massive, honeycombed chamber.
"Enough," Shouted the largest Tholian to yet amble forward. Based upon the others submissive actions it clearly held a leadership position of some type. "We have made our choice off world beings. You may leave us."
Spock bowed politely to his hosts before he, Martok, two young Romulans and two equally young Cardassians departed. Martok shook his head grumbling under his breath as they navigated through a virtual maze of tunnels and smaller chambers. Once out of earshot or range of whatever other senses the nonhuman Tholians employed the group discussed their mission.
"How aggravating," One of the Romulans, a female, accurately observed.
"Pointless I call it." One of the Cardassians, a male, said.
"Patience children," Spock said pulling his brown cowl tightly over his head. "All things come to those who wait. In time the Tholians shall realize the error of their ways. Until such time we must seek alternative means by which to retard the Daleks' progress."
"Preferably a military means." Martok said.
"Perhaps," Spock replied simply. The group hurried to their waiting vessel, a Starfleet shuttle modified with Time Lord technology.
(Former Nightmare Child) Liberty Station Delta Quadrant docking bay 14-B, sometime later
"May I introduce Supreme General Gallrou (Gall-Rew)." The Master said.
The Master indicated a slate grey colored masked and armored figure which stood by his right side. Multifaceted deep purple insectoid eyepieces stared out of a blank face mask that was also grey surveying those present. A dark red cloak was draped over the figure's shoulders. Its outline bore a generally feminine shape. More than anything else the figure resembled a robot but its mannerisms seemed eerily organic.
"I named Gallrou in honor of our lost home world Gallifrey which perished during an earlier war with our current foe, the Daleks. What say you Doctor, my friend, appreciate my goodwill gesture?" The Master finished placing a hand over each heart.
"Getting sentimental in your old age eh Master or are you being disingenuous as usual?" The Doctor said maintaining a cool demeanor. Inside however he was seething. He knew the choice of name was a direct if subtle attack upon his person. It had been he who'd been force to destroy Gallifrey or lose his entire home dimension. It was one of the worst moments he'd ever faced. How dare his traditional adversary make light of it.
"Doctor your barbs wound me deeply." The Master said feinting emotional distress.
"I'm curious." Gul Dukat said stepping forward he carefully examined Gallrou from every possible angle. "How exactly is this, construct supposed to help us defeat the Daleks?"
"Gallrou has been thoroughly conditioned. Gallrou is designed exclusively for combat. Gallrou is strategically, tactically brilliant and most importantly viciously efficient. Gallrou will lead my forces the Phage to victory unencumbered by such infantile concerns such as mercy or decency. She is far beyond trivial matters of that short. I have elevated her beyond slave morality." The Master said proudly.
"She sounds no better than a Dalek." The Doctor said revolted by the Master's latest blatant display of immorality.
"I am not a Dalek." Gallrou protested vehemently. "I hate Daleks."
Something about Gallrou's oddly modulated voice struck a familiar cord with the Doctor. A cord he couldn't quite place. Had they met somewhere, sometime before? No that was impossible. He'd remember encountering her or another of her kind. The Doctor quickly banished the ridiculous thought from his mind.
"Of course you do dear." The Master said patting her left shoulder reassuringly. "They simply do not understand your magnificence."
Calming somewhat Gallrou stated. "I serve the Master in all things."
"Of course you do." The Master said a predatory gleam briefly visible in his eyes. "I wouldn't have it any other way. Using Gallrou's leadership talents we shall take the fight to the Daleks. My Phage will spearhead the drive against our mutual sworn enemies in due time driving them out of captured, formerly friendly territory." The Master explained jovially. His smile broadening as he did so. "You'll all be home rebuilding within a standard year two at the most, I promise."
"Assuming your plan works." Tom Paris said arms crossed over his chest.
"Aye, don't ya think yer art promising a wee bit much Master?" Scotty said. The elderly engineer having witnessed more than his share of grandiose schemes over his sorted career had long ago grown jaded to plots of this sort.
"I assure you victory is within our grasp. We must simply reach out and take it." The Master said. "I take my leave duty calls, come Gallrou."
"Yes my master." Gallrou said her eyepieces lingering almost longingly on the Doctor. Her alien gaze sent a shiver down the Doctor's spine in spite of his being usually well composed.
Phage Mother Ship control room, sometime later
"Did they accept?" Kes asked anxiously raising from her throne the instant the Master returned with Gallrou in tow.
"More or less," The Master answered shrugging.
"What sort of half-baked answer is that?" Kes snapped with uncharacteristic fury.
"An appropriately vague one my jewel," The Master fired back.
"I don't understand." Kes said scowling. "They either accepted your proposal concerning Gallrou leading our counter attack or they didn't, which is it?"
"They deferred." The Master said sitting down on his throne Gallrou assuming a position by his side.
"Hmph," Kes huffed resuming her seat with some difficulty due to her increasingly noticeable pregnancy.
"Need help," The Master asked genuinely worried.
"I'm fine thank you very much." Kes said angrily. Several minutes passed between the pair in tense silence. "Sorry," Kes finally whispered. "My temper has recently been on a hair trigger. I blame the pregnancy hormones."
"It is I who is sorry my Queen." The Master said turning to make eye contact with Kes. "Understand everything I do is for our future. You and my offspring are all that matter. This galaxy shall yet be your plaything I swear."
"I, we expect nothing less." Kes said grinning.
Sickbay of USS Voyager docked at Liberty Station Delta Quadrant
"Are you certain?" The EMH said to the Doctor.
"I've seldom been more certain in all my lives." The Doctor said his expression grim, determined.
"There that should do it." The EMH said removing the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver from a rhythmically beeping medical console. "I've uploaded the modified Phage's decoded genome to your Sonic Screwdriver." The EMH handed the cylindrical device back to its owner.
After the Doctor tinkered with the Sonic Screwdriver for a full minute a loud chime sounded it was followed by a sterile voice that announced. "Inverse biological signature Phage-1 created, catalogued and saved."
"May I ask what exactly 'Phage-1' is?" The EMH said.
"Let's just call it an insurance policy against future betrayal." The Doctor said flipping the Sonic Screwdriver into one of his many pockets. "How about we now tackle the stickier issue of your brainwashed and genetically altered friend Kes, sound good my holographic pal?"
"It does," The EMH admitted. "Although I'm not sure what, if anything, can be done considering we have no idea what procedures that villain the Master preformed upon poor Kes' person while wearing me like suit."
"Sure we do." The Doctor said reaching into another pocket he retrieved an old fashion pair of reading glasses, which he perched upon his nose.
"Uhmm," The EMH said making a show of clearing his throat. "I can correct your sight deficiency if you want? It is a simple operation, quick and painless."
"Oh these old things," The Doctor said tapping his glasses. He then chuckled when the EMH nodded in affirmation. "They help me think my vision is perfect, well in fact beyond perfect by usual standards."
"I see." The EMH said sourly.
"Ah yes here we are." The Doctor said after typing a series of dazzlingly rapid commands into Sickbay's primary computer interface. The terminal protested mightily being almost unable to keep up it chirped loudly three times before again growing quiet.
"How," The EMH said in wonder at the multiple lines of scrolling data that dominated the monitor.
"Simple I used a multi-differential binary key with temporal linkage." The Doctor stated matter-of-factly.
"Of course," The EMH said at a total loss, the Doctor's explanation far beyond the EMH's limited knowledge of spatial and temporal phenomenon.
"I used an old Time Lord mathematical technique. In essence I plucked information directly from your computer's past via a teeny weeny, itty bitty self-sealing internal temporal fold." The Doctor said.
"Interesting," The EMH said still not fully grasping the concepts behind the Doctor's work. "Can this information help free Kes?" The EMH said gesturing at the columns of data.
"Of course it should. What we have here is an inventory of the modifications both physiological and psychological performed by the Master upon Kes." The Doctor said. "Now we have the recipes we can bake our own cake, and make a tastier one." The EMH shot the Doctor an odd look. "We should get started, carpe diem my associate carpe diem."
To Be Continued