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Skaro is a hostile planet that supports vicious flora and fauna. The planet became almost inhospitable following a thousand-year war that resulted in the creation of various mutant creatures.

The dominant lifeforms of the planet were once Thalls and Kaleds, however these people went to war before they had even discovered other solar systems and all but wiped each other out. The Kaleds left behind a legacy of mutant descendants known as Daleks, a xenophobic race of emotionless creatures which declared war on all other living things. The Daleks were created by Kaled scientist Davros after he realised what his people were destined to mutate in to due to the heavy use of nuclear weaponry. Davros genetically modified the Kaled mutants to remove their capacity for emotion and to give them a military mind, making them Daleks. The mutants were unable to survive for long on their own so Davros used the technology of his wheelchair as a basis for designing the Dalek casing, which provides life-support and also works as battle armour.

The Celestial Intervention Agency sent a Time Lord known as The Doctor to Skaro at the genesis of the Daleks with orders to destroy them. The Doctor, however, did not have the heart to carry out his orders. Unfortunately, his presence on Skaro alerted its inhabitants to the existence of alien life, prompting the Daleks to develop space and time travel and take their war to the entirety of the universe. The Doctor soon came to regret his moment of compassion, even before the Daleks declared temporal warfare against the Time Lords of Gallifrey. 

We are saddened to report that director Christopher Barry has died, aged 88.

Barry began working on Doctor Who back in 1963 and worked alongside William Hartnell, Patrick Troughton, Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker.

His stories include The Daleks, The Rescue, The Romans, The Savages, The Power of the Daleks, The Dæmons, The Mutants, Robot, The Brain of Morbius and The Creature from the Pit.

Barry sadly passed away in Oxfordshire on Monday, 10th February 2014 following a fall.

RIP Christopher Barry.

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12. Human-Dalek Sec Mutant

 Fear Factor:
9/10

Doctor Encountered:
Ten

The Daleks of the Cult of Skaro escaped from the Battle of Canary Warf using an emergency temporal shift. When they ended up in New York in 1930, they tried and failed to create new Dalek embryos. Forced to change their plans, the Daleks genetically adopted human beings to become Dalek-like.  

hexiva  asked:

Are there Dalek wizards? (P.S. I got Wizards of Mars for Christmas, thank you for making Boxing Day vanish in a haze of red dust and ancient magic.)

(Pausing for a moment to wonder about the wisdom of coaching people in the fine detail of crossovers. :)  …Oh well. The Doctor, or someone very much like him, has already been over on my side of the fence: why not a Dalek or so? …And if I was ficcing something like this, I’d naturally want to do it right. And if the author’s constantly just wandering absently around Tumblr, there’s no harm in asking, I guess…)

…It would certainly be the unlikeliest-seeming damn thing one could hope to run across. But the Powers that Be are inveterate gamblers, and have sometimes in the past made inroads into species that would have seemed even less promising. (You have to wonder sometimes if there are conversations in the Powers’ after-hours lounge that start out with, “I bet I could turn even one of these guys.” “Oh come on, now. Not a chance.” “Wanna bet? Watch me.”)

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Part 1

He was scared. No. He was terrified and she could feel it. In her head. He was too young, too innocent to be going through this gamut of emotions. Yet she knew, as he must know, that their time was running short. If they didn’t leave this world soon, everything would end.

~oOo~

Months after having said goodbye to Rose, the Doctor stood in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty with his newest companion, Martha Jones. She wasn’t a bad companion. She was actually rather good, sharp, brave and up for the adventure. At almost any other point in his life he would have relished having her with him.

“Do you reckon it’s going to work, those two?” Martha asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“I don’t know,” he replied thoughtfully. “Anywhere else in the universe, I might worry about them, but New York? That’s what this city’s good at. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses, and maybe the odd pig slave Dalek mutant hybrid too.”

Martha grinned. “The pig and the showgirl.”

“The pig and the showgirl,” he agreed with a laugh.

“It just proves it, I suppose.” She turned to him expectantly. “There’s someone for everyone.”

“Maybe,” he muttered, all joy once again leaving him. He’d found his someone and she was stuck in another universe with his child while he was here alone. And despite what Rose had asked of him, right now he felt that he was better off alone. He could already see Martha forming an attachment to him. Maybe it was time to take her home before he hurt her.

“Where to next, Doctor?” Martha asked excitedly.

“There’s no place like it,” the Doctor replied, throwing a lever. The TARDIS should have landed softly in Martha’s apartment; instead she began to shake violently. The console exploded in a shower of sparks. Both Martha and the Doctor were knocked off of their feet. His head struck the grating hard enough to cause his ears to ring.

When the ship had come to a stop, the Doctor gingerly stood up and helped Martha to her feet.

“Let’s see where we landed, shall we?” The Doctor was smiling. There was nothing like a good adventure to take one’s mind off of…things. Throwing open the TARDIS doors, he stepped into the frigid air.

“It looks like London,” Martha said coming out behind him. “Bit nippy though.” She shivered and rubbed her arms. “When are we?”

Something about this place didn’t feel right to the Doctor. His tongue darted in and out of his mouth several times, tasting the air around him. Turning his eyes to the sky, he noted the position of the sun. “Weird, it should be July but its freezing. The technologies a bit behind if this is the run up to the ice age of the 247th century.”

Slowly, Martha turned in a circle taking in her surroundings. “Looks normal to me. Cars, buses, people, I’m mean human looking people.” She looked up at the sky. “Huh, that’s strange. Zeppelins. Maybe we’re on another planet. Like a retro Earth planet but with they got it wrong, zeppelins instead of aeroplanes. What do you think, Doctor?” Turning back around to face him, she realized he was gone. “Doctor?”

The door to the TARDIS was open once again and Martha walked back inside. The Doctor was hunched over the console, peering at the view screen, a huge grin plastered on his face. She couldn’t remember him smiling quite like that before. Crossing the room, she peered over his shoulder. The view screen seemed to be counting down to something, 6:43:35.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“That, Martha Jones is exactly how long I have to find something that is lost and get us back to the correct universe,” he replied before loping down the ramp to the door. “Come on then, six hours forty two minutes is not that much time in the grand scheme of things.” He grabbed his coat and ushered Martha outside.

His long legs were moving at a fast pace as he headed down the street. She practically had to run to keep up with him. Her mind was racing. “Hold on. What do you mean get back to the correct universe?”

“We are in a parallel world,” he replied simply. “Somehow my gorgeous ship found a small crack in the walls between the universes and brought us here. Normally, parallel worlds are closed off, inaccessible.” Abruptly he stopped, waited for traffic to clear and ran across the road.

Once again, she scrambled after him. She hated that he wasn’t explaining things properly. Even if they were under a thought deadline, she needed to know what they were looking for. “So if you normally can’t travel between these worlds. How did you lose something in this one?”

“Well, it’s more like two things that I’ve lost. Or one thing that turned into two things and what happened is…complicated.” He took a sharp left and bolted down the street. “This way.”

“How do you even know where we’re going,” Martha asked, panting slightly. Before meeting the Doctor, she would have said that she was physically fit. However, this man did a lot of running. Sure she could keep up with short sprints, but according to the stitch in her side long distance wasn’t her thing. At least not yet.

“I can feel them, in my head,” he giggled, not sounding the least bit out of breath. “It’s like a little tracking beacon… Leading the way home.”

Something in the back of Martha’s mind told her that this somehow had to do with the mysterious Rose. Just as she was about to say something about who the Doctor might be looking for, a large black SUV pulled up on the side walk and slammed to a stop, effectively cutting them off. The back door swung open and a voice from inside the vehicle called, “Get in boss.”

shayvaalski  asked:

The latest Doctor Who episode got me thinking--do Daleks have wizardry? Did something go terribly wrong with their choice?

It’s funny, but this came up late last year. WTH, I’ll just copy & paste the response here. (Adding that they were a species created by someone, i.e. Davros – via genetic manipulation – and so the Choice dynamic is going to shift significantly. Davros certainly went wrong with them, for a start…)

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(Pausing for a moment to wonder about the wisdom of coaching people in the fine detail of crossovers. :)  …Oh well. The Doctor, or someone very much like him, has already been over on my side of the fence: why not a Dalek or so? …And if I was ficcing something like this, I’d naturally want to do it right. And if the author’s constantly just wandering absently around Tumblr, there’s no harm in asking, I guess…)

…It would certainly be the unlikeliest-seeming damn thing one could hope to run across. But the Powers that Be are inveterate gamblers, and have sometimes in the past made inroads into species that would have seemed even less promising. (You have to wonder sometimes if there are conversations in the Powers’ after-hours lounge that start out with, “I bet I could turn even one of these guys.” “Oh come on, now. Not a chance.” “Wanna bet? Watch me.”)

Nor, even as a bet, could this project be considered a waste of precious energy. After all, every wizard is considered to be the solution to a specific problem or set of problems. The Powers would very likely consider that the problem uniquely posed by the state of the Dalek species — and the mess it makes of every other species it comes in contact with — is one that could possibly best be solved (or at least, some sort of solution started) by a wizard working at it from the inside, knowing it best because they share in it. Any kind of success in dealing with the Daleks by any means besides outright destruction would be considered less entropic and therefore worth the gamble.

…The difficulty in working out the odds on the success of such a project is considerable. Daleks as a concept have gone through a truly crazy number of retools and retcons, and even in TV canon (I set aside events in the novels, etc., for the moment, as screen canon is in most universes held to trump written or recorded material a la the output from Big Finish) there’s all this ducking into the Void and emergency temporal shifting going on. It becomes difficult to tell whether they have any emotions except hate left to them. Not a lot to work with there, it would seem. Except then you run into characters like the Daleks involved in the Cult of Skaro — mutants of mutants, as it were, and all of whom seem to have more going on with them than just yelling EXTERMINATE and shooting things.

…Anyway, on the YW side of the two canons involved, the Powers have already twice pulled off a similar subversion of what seems a wholly corrupt/corrupted species (in TBONWM and then later in WAW). And the issue that it all turns on is choice: an individual being’s choice to go a different way from the way everyone else is going. Regardless of their emotional lives, Daleks have apparently retained their individuality. This could be the single element that would make successfully offering the Wizard’s Oath to a Dalek possible. But on what grounds, I have no idea whatsoeffingever.

There’s this to think about, though. The Daleks are mutants. And you could make a case, from their history — however torn up it’s been by the winds of Time — that the mutations are not completely stable. All you need is for an individual to unexpectedly appear who’s concealing one new mutation that manages to go undetected by the other Daleks around it, one that perhaps displays late enough in life not to be sussed out and snuffed out in its early stages: this being a Dalek that has some other emotions in play, that is not just a ball of hate… or can fight the hate to a draw. That would be the Powers’ opportunity. The question remains, always, what the individual will do with it, or make of it, in the event. And whether it wll survive its Ordeal. But still: a gamble at least as worth taking as the rare and dangerous late-onset Ordeal in humans.

I have other things to be doing at the moment and I don’t want to even start getting into the concept of what the Dalek recension of the Oath would look like. But it would depend, as it always does, on the mindset of the individual. As would the results. When it comes to what mortal beings will actually do, even the Powers that Be hold their breaths…