Victory of The Daleks - Part Two
Not gonna lie, it was pretty hard for me to catch up to the Doctor. Amy, on the other hand, managed to reach him with ease, leaving me in a crowded corridor, trying desperately to locate Bracewell's work area. Seriously, the number of times I had to say, "Excuse me," or that I accidentally bumped into someone is unfathomable. Eventually the crowds lessened the further I went down the corridor, but I soon found myself lost, much to my dismay.
I figured that if I kept walking in the same direction, maybe I'd come across somebody who could point me back to the main hub of the War Rooms, so I continued on my merry way, humming Fall Out Boy to keep the stark silence away. After maybe five minutes or so of continuous wandering, I faintly heard something rolling up behind me.
"Can I be of assistance?" an Ironside asked, its voice causing me to jump out of fright. I can't really say that I was relieved to see the army green pepperpot because I knew its true identity would be revealed soon, but you get what you've given, I suppose.
"Um, could you direct me back to the map room? I was following my friends, but I lost them," I requested.
"Yes," it replied, "Follow me." The Ironside swiveled to face the other direction and started rolling back down the corridor with me hesitantly following behind.
We continued on like this for about a minute before the Ironside suddenly stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to face me.
"Is something wrong?" I asked nervously, knowing fully well that the Daleks were just revealed.
"Your identity has been verified as Virginia Parks," the Dalek said, completely dropping whatever Ironside facade it previously had.
"Yes," I squeaked.
"You will restore the Daleks," it commanded, before aiming its blaster and hitting me square in the chest.
I wasn't immediately killed, or killed at all for that matter. It was more like I lost control of my body and fell to the ground like a rag-doll. My head also felt funny, like when you go to the dentist to get a filling or something and they give you laughing gas; I couldn't really see, but I was aware of what was going on around me. So, I was just in some sort of strange limbo where I couldn't think properly and my whole body was completely numb. Luckily, the effects of the beam wore off after a few minutes. What wasn't very lucky was the position I was in.
The Dalek had managed to teleport us up to the ship, shackle me to a chair, and place some kind of device on my head. It was lighting up in accordance to the Progenitor, which I was unfortunately situated right next to, so I guessed they were using my knowledge of the Daleks from the show to restore them in reality.
"The final phase commences, channel all reserve power to Progenitor," a normal looking Dalek said. Then, a sound I was very familiar with began to go off outside of the room I was in. Seconds later, the Doctor enters the room nonchalantly.
"How about that cuppa now, then?" he asked, not even taking any notice of me.
"It is the Doctor. Exterminate," the green Dalek on the right of the gold one started, but stopped when the Doctor pulled a Jammy Dodger out of his pocket.
"Wait, wait, wait. I wouldn't if I were you. TARDIS self destruct, and you know what that means. My ship goes, you all go with it," he said, waving the biscuit around.
"You would not use such a device," the Dalek on the left of the gold countered.
"Try me," he egged, causing the right one to advance, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. No scans. No nothing. One move and I'll destroy us all, got that? TARDIS bang bang. Daleks BOOOOOM!" I rolled my eyes at his word choice as the dalek rolled back, "Good boy. This ship's pretty beaten up. Running on empty, I'd say, like you. When we last met, you were at the end of your rope. Finished."
"One ship survived," the right one said.
"And you fell back through time, yes. Crippled, dying," he finished.
"We picked up a trace. One of the Progenitor devices," the left one said.
"Progenitor? What's that when it's at home?" the Doctor asked.
"It is our past, and our future," the Dalek said. I snickered.
"That's really deep for a Dalek. You should consider writing poetry, you know, if you had the hands for it," I said, getting a word in, which seemed to signal the Doctor to my presence.
"Ginny, when did you get here? How did you get here?" he asked, sonicing my restraints until they came undone. I scoffed slightly as I rose from the chair.
"What am I, chopped liver?" I asked, walking over next to the Doctor, "I've been here this whole time! The Daleks must've gotten the idea that I was from another universe, so they captured me to power up the Progenitor. But I could be wrong; I'm just spitballing here. Anyways, we should get back on track."
For a while the Doctor didn't say anything. He just stood there, looking slightly flummoxed until he came back to reality and faced the Daleks.
"Right, yes. Progenitor, what does it mean?" he asked.
"It contains pure Dalek DNA. Thousands were created. All were lost, save one," the gold Dalek said.
"Okay, but there's still one thing I don't get. Well, actually two. If you've got the Progenitor, why build Bracewell and abduct Ginny?" he asked.
"They were... necessary," Gold admitted.
"But why?," the Doctor asked, then when met with silence, came up with the answer, "I get it. Oh, I get it. I get it. Oh ho! This is rich! The Progenitor wouldn't recognize you, would it? It saw you as impure. Your DNA is unrecognizable as Dalek."
"A solution was devised," the Left Dalek started.
"Yes, yes, yes. Me. My testimony. So you set a trap. You knew that the Progenitor would recognize me, the Daleks' greatest enemy. It would accept my word. My recognition of you," he rambled as a Dalek rolled over to a control unit and brought its plunger up to a sphere, "No. No, no. What are you doing?"
"Withdraw now, Doctor, or the city dies in flames," Gold threatened.
"Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck. You don't have the power to destroy London," the Doctor gloated.
"Watch as the humans destroy themselves," Gold said.
It took a few moments of confusion for the Doctor to look at me in a questioning way.
"Do you know what they're doing?" he asked me. I rattled my mind for an answer; this was an episode I didn't watch all that often. But eventually, the answer came to me.
"They've turned on all of the lights in the city, making London a prime target for the Luftwaffe," I said grimly. In response the Doctor looked like his topper had all but blown off, sending his glare directly towards the Daleks.
"Turn those lights off now. Turn London off or I swear I will use the TARDIS self destruct!" he growled.
"Stalemate, Doctor," the Left Dalek proposed, "Leave us and return to Earth."
"Oh, that's it. That's your great victory? You leave?" the Time Lord scoffed.
"Extinction is not an option. We shall return to our own time and begin again," the Left one continued.
"No, no, no. I won't let you get away this time. I won't," the Doctor vowed, when the Progenitor began to beep and give off a bright crimson light.
"We have succeeded. DNA reconstruction is complete. Observe, Doctor and Companion, a new Dalek paradigm," the Gold Dalek rejoiced. All three of them backed away from the doors as they opened, smoke pouring out as eyestalks poked out and gave way to large forms.
"Get back, Ginny," the Doctor advised as I was shoved behind him in a protective sort of way. Either way, I peeped over the Doctor's shoulder as the five new Daleks in red, blue, orange, yellow, and white poured from the open doors and glowered squarely at the two of us.
"The Progenitor has fulfilled our new destiny. Behold, the restoration of the Daleks. The resurrection of the master race!" the Gold one continued. Then, the new, white Dalek positioned its eyestalk to stare only at me, causing me to duck behind the Time Lord's shoulder like a timid mouse, only to peep from behind again when it turned away.
"All hail the new Daleks! All hail the new Daleks!" the Left and Right Daleks praised.
"Yes, you are inferior," the white dalek blatantly said in a booming voice.
"Yes," the Right Dalek said meekly.
"Then prepare," White ground out.
"We are ready," all three Daleks reported. White turned to Blue.
"Cleanse the unclean. Total obliteration. Disintegrate," it commanded. The Blue Dalek aimed its blaster first at Gold, then fired, causing it to disperse on impact, and then did the same to the Left one. The Red Dalek did likewise to the one on the right. I gave a breathless, nervous laugh as the Dalek dust evaporated into the air.
"Blimey. What do you do to the ones who mess up?" the Doctor asked.
"Fate worse than death, I'd imagine," I murmured. White turned to us, and that was my cue to duck behind once again.
"You are the Doctor and Virginia Parks. You must be exterminated," it said, inching closer.
"Don't mess with us, sweetheart," the Doctor warned, holding up the Jammy Dodger in a defensive manner.
"We are the paradigm of a new Dalek race. Scientist, Strategist, Drone, Eternal, and the Supreme," the White one recited.
"Which would be you, I'm guessing. Well, you know, nice paint job. I'd be feeling pretty swish if I looked like you. Pretty supreme," the Doctor complimented, "Question is, what do we do now? Either you turn off your clever machine or I'll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity."
"Yourself and your companion as well?" Supreme asked.
"Occupational hazard," I said, stealing the Time Lord's line. Blue rolled forward.
"Scan reveals nothing. TARDIS self destruct device non-existent," it reported, calling our bluff. In response, the Doctor bit right into the Jammy Dodger.
"All right, it's a Jammy Dodger, but I was promised tea!" he said with his mouth full. I began smirk and roll my eyes when an alarm sounded off.
"Alert. Unidentified projectile approaching," Blue announced, "Correction, multiple projectiles approaching."
"What have the humans done?" Supreme asked.
"I don't know," the Doctor replied, looking at one of the monitors.
"Explain. Explain! EXPLAIN!" Supreme commanded.
"Oh hush now! You'll get your answer in time," I said, a bit miffed by the Dalek's attitude, "In fact..." I pointed up to the ceiling just as the transmission came in.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor. Danny Boy to Ginny. Are you receiving me? Over," Danny Boy said over the intercom.
"Oh ho! Winston you beauty!" the Doctor exclaimed.
"Danny Boy to the Doctor and Ginny. Come in. Over," Danny Boy repeated, sending the Daleks into a frenzy.
"Loud and clear, Danny Boy. Big dish, side of the ship. Blow it up. Over," the Doctor ordered.
"Exterminate the Doctor," Supreme commanded, sending out an array of death beams.
"Come along, Parks!" the Doctor called, taking my hand. I would say we ran, but I was actually lifted off my feet and into a piggyback ride as the Doctor ran into the TARDIS with me screaming bloody murder until he set me back on my feet.
"Next time you try that, warn me prior," I huffed, sitting in the chair and crossing my legs.
"If I had warned you, we'd be dead," he argued, standing at the controls, "Now, do you want to tell me why you wandered off and didn't follow me to Bracewell's lab?"
"Me, wander off? Ha!" I scoffed, "You were the one who was going too fast and didn't wait for me!"
The Time Lord opened his mouth to throw a witty response, but instead brought the petty argument to a rather sheepish close.
"Oh. Right," he mumbled as a bell tolled, "Oh! The TARDIS has finished your room, if you wanted to know."
"It has?" I asked, suddenly ecstatic.
"Yeah. If you want to go and see it now, you can. You probably already know what's gonna happen anyway," he said, almost advising it instead of the alternative. I slowly nodded and walked up the stairway.
"Thank you for the room," I said quickly before scuttling off down the corridor.
The TARDIS guided me through the winding, hexagon shaped hallways until we reached a chestnut finished, wooden door with TARDIS blue engravings of my name. I almost felt too excited to turn open the silver doorknob, but curiosity overpowered me, and I opened the door.
The walls were painted royal purple with red floral patterns. The dark brown hardwood floor featured a few fuzzy white rugs, but it was the ceiling and the bed that made me love the room as much as I did. In a nutshell, the ceiling was a planetarium dome with millions of stars dotting a midnight sky. The bed was a loft bed, with a red duvet and lavender sheets. On the underside was a swing, desk, and even a bookshelf!
Before I could even take it all in; however, I found myself being pulled out of the doorway by a tweed clad arm.
"What is it this time?" I asked the Doctor, looking up to meet his face.
"It would seem that we can't settle in just yet. You up for defusing a bomb?" he asked quickly.
"Um, yeah. Sure," I said.
"Good," he replied, pulling me in a run down the hallway and back out the doors.