Brain surgery.
Davros let out a breath as he and his scientists finished removing the Thal spy's brain; the operation had taken slightly longer than the Kaled scientist was prepared to believe. He was just relieved that Nyder had managed to wring the Thal of every single fact he had. He had been waiting weeks and weeks for Nyder to finish the work of removing every last detail from the spy Baran, but it was 50/50 if his intelligence would prove to be of any real use.
Davros had known for a long time the Kaleds had grown soft. Many of them lacked the stomach to fight the war, and that was one of the reasons why he believed his work could have the power to end the war on a decisive note. If history were a book, the Kaled-Thal War must have filled many volumes. Davros wanted to close the pages on the volumes for good and usher in a whole new age before the endless bombings destroyed what was left. The chemical and nuclear weapons were already taking their toll. Mutations were up and they were rising with every single month.
Davros and the elite had known for a long time the Kaled race was mutating, and so were the Thals. He had ordered Nyder to keep checking his informants within the Thal city. He wanted to know if the Thals were having the same issues the Kaleds were and were banishing children for having mutations and birth defects. He was unsurprised to discover that they were, although the norm for the Thals were tall, blonde giants with impeccable strength.
But he also knew that even if the Kaleds managed to win the war tomorrow or the day after, it would ultimately not matter as the Kaleds were doomed to mutate into a race of crippled, helpless freaks. For a long time, he had been trying to ensure the survival of the Kaled race. Davros had some ideas and plans in mind, but he needed to test some of them out, and that was why he wanted a brain. Thal or Kaled, he didn't care which. Baran was simply an unlucky 'volunteer.'
As he glided towards the brain, which had been placed inside a protective jar linked to a sophisticated computer system controlling a life support system, Davros took a moment to examine it carefully. So much hinged on this and the research which would follow from this point, so many plans and keys to the future of the Kaled race stemmed from this moment forth.
"Good work, everybody," Davros rasped as he turned around in his mobile chair. "You have all earned yourselves a rest. But be safe in the knowledge what we learn from here, will mean the difference between life and death for the entirety of the Kaled race."
One of the surgeons stepped forward, her gown soaked with the Thal's blood. She would have it taken off, but the blood would be removed and cultivated, in the hopes of creating new weapons to use on the Thals. Davros would likely intervene, in the hopes of making more meaningful, long-term discoveries.
Biological weapons had been used so many times before, the Thals had fired millions of them just like the Kaleds had. Davros didn't say a word about it, though, since he was hoping to get hold of a lot of their DNA so he could learn more about their mutation.
Davros notched the woman's approach. "What is it?" He demanded.
She took off her mask, revealing the face of one of his geneticists. "I was hoping to ask permission to use Thal DNA to experiment with the Clone army idea?"
Davros might have had his ideas and theories about the future of the Kaleds, but both the current war and the future implications of the technology of cloning had great possibilities. To his disgust, the Kaled scientific elite had never really seen the point of cloning beyond knowing the basics of the science. But Davros had seen many possibilities of cloning many of the future mutations and placed them inside the travel shells he'd envisioned, providing an immense army composed of millions of armies.
However, their knowledge of cloning was still rather basic. He was just pleased when a scientist in the shape of this female geneticist had seen similar possibilities but she had other ideas, using genetics and cloning to grow hearts, stomachs, eyes and so on to develop their knowledge of the science.
"You don't have to ask my permission for this, Sharlnn. Do it, and bring me the results. You may all go."
Relieved all of the scientists left the surgery ward and left Davros alone. Wheeling slowly in his chair, Davros regarded the brain with a smile.
"Yes, many of your kind will help the future of my race. A little examination of your brain, Baran and you will prove more useful to the cause than you ever did when you were walking," Davros said.