The Dark Lords of Skaro

RP blog for the Daleks of Doctor Who. RP blog, Open to crossovers, Mod goes by "Editor"

[darklordsofskaro]

OOC introduction post

Currently in progress, but this will be a Dalek-dedicated rp blog. I also have a Cyberman one in progress. I had these two muses back in 2020 or 2021 but deleted those blogs last year. Now that I'm interested in rping again, maybe that was a mistake haha Mod goes by "Editor," used to go by "Rex." Is 21+. Rules, could be added to in time:

Crossovers welcome!

I'm also open to doing Davros!

I'd prefer rp formatting to stay the same between our posts

no smut... not that the Daleks would even want that but have to put it

Feel free to ask for further rules or clarifications

[unitlead--archive]

Tiny, minuscule, so small you can barely see it starter call?

[darklordsofskaro]

"HUMAN DETECTED"

[darklordsofskaro]

"I-- I--" the Dalek attempts to say, its thoughts racing, its hatred boiling over. This humanoid should be begging for its life, only to be shot dead--exterminated--all the same. And, yet, here it was, defeated, while this human was--

"I... do... not know," the Dalek confessed

[capaciityforpain]

The thing stammers, which is new. Daleks don't stutter, don't stumble over their words. How odd. The thing really has been brought to its proverbial knees, hasn't it? He takes a small step around it, at least to the best of his ability, chained up as it is. He's observing, studying, truly taking the thing in. He knows what Daleks look like, of course, but it's rare to get so close to one without having to immediately run for his life. It's more than that, though. He's not admiring it's casing, not looking at its armor, but trying to sense something deeper. He wants to see what it is that's made this one crack.

"And you hate that, don't you? You can't stand it. They left you here alone to dwell on your sins, and you can't stand it."

[darklordsofskaro]

"I.... I...," the Dalek manages to garble, its eyestalk falling to the ground like a downtrodden man overwhelmed by his sins. "To... to reign supreme," the Dalek begins again, as if arranging its thoughts in a way it can understand, "a soldier must... a... adapt," it lets out, the word hard for it to yet out. "I cannot allow this defeat to be re-peat-ed. And... yet..." The Dalek's eye rises again, while its voice comes out slowly.

"It is my mission... the Dalek instinct...."

The bright blue of its eye lamp sparks to life as it meets the Doctor's gaze. "That led has me here. And that... I... must... not... change."

[darklordsofskaro]

The Dalek keeps its gaze on the interloper, studying his movements in its brief moments of sight. Its sensors are long shot, burnt out and broken, but the minor readings it is able to pick up suggest the humanoid before it is not human. Strange, but the figure deserves to die all the same. All non-Dalek life deserves to die. This creature is here, proclaiming that its kind deserves to rot, but, no, only its kind deserves to live. It is the rest of the universe that must rot, that must be burned away.

"You are wrong, hum-an-oid!" the Dalek proclaims, forcing its eyestalk to maintain its station and to stare upon the individual, even if the image it receives isn't clear, "It is the Da-leks who deserve to stand atop creation! We are the su-pr-eme beings! All other life must be ex-ter-min-ated! IT IS THE NATURAL ORDER OF THE UN-I-VERSE!"

[capaciityforpain]

Humanoid, it calls him. Not a shocking title, but it confirms the fact that it does not know who he is. Of course, he would have known by now if it did, as even a dying Dalek would have gone out of its way to curse him, perhaps even especially a dying one. Again he wonders whether this is something he should share, whether he should rub salt in the wound of the dying, but that seems a little too cruel. Besides, if there's any way this thing has left to call for help, it's going to use it when learning that the man taunting him is the Doctor, and he doesn't want to risk that.

"Big talk for something that's been captured by a bunch of humanoids," he says, having no problem rubbing salt in that wound. It's petty, yes, but it's nice to be petty now and then, isn't it? He spends so much time being the bigger person that every now and then it's nice to bring himself down, just a little. Not to cruelty, never to cruelty, but his standards are different for Daleks. "Where's your natural order in that?"

[darklordsofskaro]

"I-- I--" the Dalek attempts to say, its thoughts racing, its hatred boiling over. This humanoid should be begging for its life, only to be shot dead--exterminated--all the same. And, yet, here it was, defeated, while this human was--

"I... do... not know," the Dalek confessed

[darklordsofskaro]

The creature inside the casing lets out a groaning, shriek-like noise that comes across as a scratchy, screech sound from its damaged casing, its eye still flashing between functional and nonfunctional as its dome shifts about the room, not allowing itself to focus on the humanoid before it

"I-- I--" the Dalek manages to rasp out, its gaze settling on the floor as it reflects on its failure, "I crashed on this pl-anet. To reunite with the Da-Da-Dalek Empire, and re-re-deeeeemmm myself for my de-de-defeat, this unit moved to an-an-annex this world for the Da-Da-Dalek Empireeeeeeeee." The casing's inoperable gunstick and functional, if damaged, manipulator arm begin to twitch, the Dalek's gaze moving around the room around it as it continues with, "But loc-al re-sis-tan-ce e-le-ments attacked me. I... I... I..." the Dalek manages to get out despite the failing status of its speech processes. Its eyestalk suddenly raises o the ceiling and its casing seems to jitter as it declares, "EX-TER-MIN-ATED THEM ALLLLLL." "And... yet..." the Dalek reflects, its gaze turning downward to the room in which both find themselves, "While I fought their squadrons... I was led into this... im-prison-ment." The Dalek's gaze finally returns to the Doctor, the crackling eyestalk flickering in and out of use, "They used my drive... my drive to ex-ter-min-ate... to... entrap me here."

[capaciityforpain]

It's difficult to feel bad for a Dalek, especially when this one is admitting to coming to this world with the idea of conquering it for its Empire, but there is certainly something sad about the whole thing, about this glorious, formidable creature brought so low as to be broken. Not in a spiritual sense, either, but genuinely, truly broken, like a toy played with too hard by a child. The shriek it lets out only makes it all the more pathetic. Can you feel pity for something so terrible, when brought so low? Is it worthy of it? He doesn't know. He tends to believe that everything is worthy of sympathy, of pity, but a Dalek? One admitting to mass murder?

He doesn't know.

In either case, he knows that he is glad that this creature has been captured, that it has been brought to justice for its crimes. It may be only one of a species that he has spent lifetimes trying to stop, but it will have to do.

(Its eyestalk is malfunctioning. He wonders if it even knows who he is. He wonders if he should tell it.)

"You came here with plans of genocide. Did you think the people wouldn't stand up for themselves? Not every planet is so willing to accept itself as part of the Dalek Empire." His words aren't cruel, but cold. He has decided against sympathy, and it doesn't bother him, because it, too, is without sympathy. It shows no remorse for what it did, and he doesn't think it will. They never do. The Doctor is not cruel, but Daleks are.

He does not feel quite as much joy as he did, and certainly not as much as he'd thought. There is anger, and there is disgust. "You deserve to be in here. You deserve to rot, you and all your kind."

[darklordsofskaro]

The Dalek keeps its gaze on the interloper, studying his movements in its brief moments of sight. Its sensors are long shot, burnt out and broken, but the minor readings it is able to pick up suggest the humanoid before it is not human. Strange, but the figure deserves to die all the same. All non-Dalek life deserves to die. This creature is here, proclaiming that its kind deserves to rot, but, no, only its kind deserves to live. It is the rest of the universe that must rot, that must be burned away.

"You are wrong, hum-an-oid!" the Dalek proclaims, forcing its eyestalk to maintain its station and to stare upon the individual, even if the image it receives isn't clear, "It is the Da-leks who deserve to stand atop creation! We are the su-pr-eme beings! All other life must be ex-ter-min-ated! IT IS THE NATURAL ORDER OF THE UN-I-VERSE!"

[darklordsofskaro]

It is the destroyer of civilizations.

It is the bane of the universe.

It is the sight that has damned a million, billion, trillion people to screaming death.

It is a Dalek.

Through the dark, as its head lamps light up and spark with each syllable, the Dalek's eyestalk flickers in and out of use, the blue light failing briefly as its head swings violently from side to side. Its casing is damaged, its scanners and sight mechanisms impaired from the battle that imprisoned it here.

The male before it registers as an enemy. But all non-Dalek life is to be deemed an enemy. And so the creature continues to rant, that trademark battle cry that has brought suffering to countless peoples interspersed within each sentence.

And yet as it raises its gunstick, as that dreaded blue laser that has ripped apart families and battalions alike charges into being, a discharge in the gun goes off and sparks erupt from it, leaving it to be the Dalek that lets out a shriek because its weapon fails to fire.

[capaciityforpain]

Perhaps, at this point, he should only run. He has done this so many times, has fought them across the stars for lifetimes, and he knows that the universe will end before either of them truly defeats the other. He should be more afraid, but he isn't. No, that isn't right. He is afraid. He is as afraid as he has always been, but he isn't the only one that should be.

In any case, he is prepared to run, to dodge the blast that he knows is coming. It's something he's managed to avoid so far in his life, but that doesn't mean it will never come. Perhaps it's his charm that's always kept them talking rather than shooting, but even he is aware that charm does run out eventually.

But the shot doesn't come. He's surprised for a moment, at least until he registers the sparks. Then he smiles. The poor thing's broken. He takes a small step closer, looking the thing over. He's smiling, and he shouldn't be, but he is. He is delighted.

"What happened to you?"

[darklordsofskaro]

The creature inside the casing lets out a groaning, shriek-like noise that comes across as a scratchy, screech sound from its damaged casing, its eye still flashing between functional and nonfunctional as its dome shifts about the room, not allowing itself to focus on the humanoid before it

"I-- I--" the Dalek manages to rasp out, its gaze settling on the floor as it reflects on its failure, "I crashed on this pl-anet. To reunite with the Da-Da-Dalek Empire, and re-re-deeeeemmm myself for my de-de-defeat, this unit moved to an-an-annex this world for the Da-Da-Dalek Empireeeeeeeee." The casing's inoperable gunstick and functional, if damaged, manipulator arm begin to twitch, the Dalek's gaze moving around the room around it as it continues with, "But loc-al re-sis-tan-ce e-le-ments attacked me. I... I... I..." the Dalek manages to get out despite the failing status of its speech processes. Its eyestalk suddenly raises o the ceiling and its casing seems to jitter as it declares, "EX-TER-MIN-ATED THEM ALLLLLL." "And... yet..." the Dalek reflects, its gaze turning downward to the room in which both find themselves, "While I fought their squadrons... I was led into this... im-prison-ment." The Dalek's gaze finally returns to the Doctor, the crackling eyestalk flickering in and out of use, "They used my drive... my drive to ex-ter-min-ate... to... entrap me here."

[capaciityforpain]

@darklordsofskaro (✬)

It is too familiar. It's more familiar than anything he's seen before, in all of his centuries. It's something that haunts him, waking life and dreams alike, on those rare occasions that he sleeps. He doesn't like to show fear, but he feels it, feels the beating of his hearts increase as he steps back, as he reaches for his sonic, as though it can protect him. "When will you learn," he asks, "that there will be no extermination?"

[darklordsofskaro]

It is the destroyer of civilizations.

It is the bane of the universe.

It is the sight that has damned a million, billion, trillion people to screaming death.

It is a Dalek.

Through the dark, as its head lamps light up and spark with each syllable, the Dalek's eyestalk flickers in and out of use, the blue light failing briefly as its head swings violently from side to side. Its casing is damaged, its scanners and sight mechanisms impaired from the battle that imprisoned it here.

The male before it registers as an enemy. But all non-Dalek life is to be deemed an enemy. And so the creature continues to rant, that trademark battle cry that has brought suffering to countless peoples interspersed within each sentence.

And yet as it raises its gunstick, as that dreaded blue laser that has ripped apart families and battalions alike charges into being, a discharge in the gun goes off and sparks erupt from it, leaving it to be the Dalek that lets out a shriek because its weapon fails to fire.

[capaciityforpain]

eggs… eg… ex… Ster…. Min…. Ate…. Ex… ter.. min.. ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATEEEEEE

"Oh...oh. That's not good."

[darklordsofskaro]

From the shadows, an all too familiar form lurches outward, barely restrained by dwarf-star forged chains. The being's metal done and eyestalk flail wildly as it shrieks, and its gunstick and manipulator arm wave madly as it tries to push forward. And all the while, it says that all to familiar battle cry.

[evviejo]

thirteen's era appreciation: 473/?

[multitude-of-doctors]

Greetings from the @darklordsofskaro ! YOU WILL LOWER YOUR DEFENSES AND ALLOW BOARDING! THE DALEKS ARE UNSTOPPABLE!

The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS, he was safe for the moment because of the extrapolator shielding around his ship, so all being well, as long as he stayed where he was he would be fine, hopefully "Oh really? You lot want to board the TARDIS? Well, I could if I really wanted to, but then again you lot have wanted me gone for years, so unfortunately my answer is no, besides, even if you got rid of me and stole the TARDIS, you lot couldn't operate it even if your lives depended on it" he replied.

[darklordsofskaro]

"WE DO NOT REQUIRE INFERIOR TIME LORD ENGINEERING, DOC-TORRRRRR," the Dalek on the other side of the screen retorts, its eye adjusting and focusing on the Tenth Incarnation of its greatest foe. If perhaps the Doctor could be destroyed at this point in their life cycle, and done so in a stable point of time to be transfixed into a fixed point...

[multitude-of-doctors]

The Doctor looked a little surprised at the Dalek's statement, surely that's what they wanted wasn't it? "Really? Then what do you need?" he questioned, putting his hands in his pockets "because whatever it is you're planning, you know full well that I'll stop you"

[darklordsofskaro]

"ALL WE REQUIRE IS YOUR DEMISE, TIME LORD!" the Dalek shrieks back in response, subtly moving its manipulator arm to activate a tracking beacon below its control panel. Surely, if the Doctor can be gloated into talking for long enough, his location can be narrowed down. "OUR GREATER PLANS ARE BEYOND YOUR UNDERSTANDING, DOC-TOR!"

[multitude-of-doctors]

Greetings from the @darklordsofskaro ! YOU WILL LOWER YOUR DEFENSES AND ALLOW BOARDING! THE DALEKS ARE UNSTOPPABLE!

The Doctor leaned against the TARDIS, he was safe for the moment because of the extrapolator shielding around his ship, so all being well, as long as he stayed where he was he would be fine, hopefully "Oh really? You lot want to board the TARDIS? Well, I could if I really wanted to, but then again you lot have wanted me gone for years, so unfortunately my answer is no, besides, even if you got rid of me and stole the TARDIS, you lot couldn't operate it even if your lives depended on it" he replied.

[darklordsofskaro]

"WE DO NOT REQUIRE INFERIOR TIME LORD ENGINEERING, DOC-TORRRRRR," the Dalek on the other side of the screen retorts, its eye adjusting and focusing on the Tenth Incarnation of its greatest foe. If perhaps the Doctor could be destroyed at this point in their life cycle, and done so in a stable point of time to be transfixed into a fixed point...

[darklordsofskaro]

Hello tin can :D

"ALERT! ALERT! INCOMING TRANSMISSION BEAMED TOWARDS DALEK COMMAND BASE! IDENTIFY! IDENTIFY! IDENTIFY! "

[darklordsofskaro]

OOC: sorry for delay in posting! Busy with work, will return soon!

[dalek-nota]

Welcome Home//Reblog To Roleplay

Set before the episode The Magician's Appreciate

Nota couldn't help but feel excited, they were going to Skaro! She had heard so much about it growing up but had never been because it had been too toxic to be on the surface without protection, the risk would be mutation, which was why the Supreme Dalek, her father, hadn't allowed her to go. But that changed, Daleks had been sent ahead a while back, maybe a year or so ago? To do a clean up of the nuclear waste so the planet would be habitable, and while it had taken some time, it was habitable and she would finally get to see it, she looked out the window and was just beginning to make out a bright red planet that she almost mistook for Mars, but they were nowhere near the Solar System that Earth resided in, she realised it was Skaro, she looked to where her father was on the command platform "Dad I can see Skaro! That's Skaro right?" she asked as she pointed to the red planet.

[darklordsofskaro]

One of the Dalek drones on the bride turns its dome to the humanoid taking up space on the bridge, endless chattering with meaningless questions. Why has this humanoid been allowed to live? Why has the Supreme decreed her survival?

The drone’s internal questioning becomes too much, without even thinking, the Dalek blurts out

“Identify!”

[dalek-nota]

Nota looked to the Dalek that had demanded that she identify herself, this could happen sometimes due to the Daleks' natural instincts when it came to someone that wasn't a pure Dalek, even if she did have Dalek DNA in her, her appearance was more humanoid since she never went through a full conversion, so these kind of conversations could happen from time to time "I'm Nota, his daughter" she replied as she nodded briefly in the Supreme Dalek's direction.

[darklordsofskaro]

The drone stares at the woman silently, only the heartbeat of the bridge crew and compliment filling the room. In fact, the sounds of controls and work have gone silent. Every Dalek—aside from the one who questioned Nota—remains facing their work or staring ahead as a guard, but every single one of them is listening.

Finally, the drone who questioned her begins to fidget. It’s gunstick and manipulator arm shifting and twitching. Without warning, it begins to advance, its eyestalk and dome twitching and fidgeting from side to side, but always quickly re-centering its gaze on Nota.

“YOU LIE! YOU WILL EXPLAIN YOURSELF! OBEY OBEY OBEYYYYYY!”

[musesreunite]

Nomad struggled with all of his strength when the group of guards grabbed hold of him. They had caught him for sneaking into their base. He knew that they were hiding something, so he went to investigate it. But that plan soon failed.

"Take him away." The leader ordered before Nomad was dragged off to head inside. Little did they know was someone was watching all of this happening.

[musesreunite]

Nomad watched as the other Daleks were went back to their stations. The fact that he was still alive surprised him. Though he was grateful that he made it this far out.

He then turned his attention back to the Supreme and Commander Daleks. Wondering what will happen now.

The question they had just asked him made his eyes widen. In response, he nodded. "Yes, I would like to know." He said calmly. He was very interested to know the side of the Daleks that he had never heard of before.

[darklordsofskaro]

The Supreme stares at Nomad, as does the drone behind him.

“We are the supreme beings of the universe!” that drone suddenly blurts out, its gunstick shaking at Nomad, “We shall become masters of time and space and all matter! Your people tried and failed to stop us! The Daleks will always survive! The Daleks shall triumph!”

The Supreme is silent for a moment, staring at the drone before moving its gaze back to Nomad. ”The Daleks have survived,” the Supreme finally says. “We have rebuilt…. but for some time… even we were on the verge of ex-tinc-tion. Much like your own kind, Time Lord”

[dalek-nota]

Welcome Home//Reblog To Roleplay

Set before the episode The Magician's Appreciate

Nota couldn't help but feel excited, they were going to Skaro! She had heard so much about it growing up but had never been because it had been too toxic to be on the surface without protection, the risk would be mutation, which was why the Supreme Dalek, her father, hadn't allowed her to go. But that changed, Daleks had been sent ahead a while back, maybe a year or so ago? To do a clean up of the nuclear waste so the planet would be habitable, and while it had taken some time, it was habitable and she would finally get to see it, she looked out the window and was just beginning to make out a bright red planet that she almost mistook for Mars, but they were nowhere near the Solar System that Earth resided in, she realised it was Skaro, she looked to where her father was on the command platform "Dad I can see Skaro! That's Skaro right?" she asked as she pointed to the red planet.

[darklordsofskaro]

One of the Dalek drones on the bride turns its dome to the humanoid taking up space on the bridge, endless chattering with meaningless questions. Why has this humanoid been allowed to live? Why has the Supreme decreed her survival?

The drone’s internal questioning becomes too much, without even thinking, the Dalek blurts out

“Identify!”

[musesreunite]

Nomad struggled with all of his strength when the group of guards grabbed hold of him. They had caught him for sneaking into their base. He knew that they were hiding something, so he went to investigate it. But that plan soon failed.

"Take him away." The leader ordered before Nomad was dragged off to head inside. Little did they know was someone was watching all of this happening.

[darklordsofskaro]

“YOU ARE A PRISONER OF IMMENSE VALUE!” the Supreme booms, its gaze transfixed on Nomad. The drones, meanwhile, divide their attention, the whir and movement of their domes and eyestalks shifting back and forth from the Supreme to Nomad depending on who speaks. The Commander, meanwhile, remains safe in the Supreme’s shadow, staring down Nomad. “The Time Lords are destroyed! Gallifrey is little more than ash!” The Supreme gloats, its manipulator arm and gunstick moving out so as to take in the room around them, “WHILE WE HAVE SURVIVED! THE DALEKS WILL ALWAYS SURVIVE! ALL HAIL THE DALEKS!”

“THE DALEKS REIGN SUPREME! ALL HAIL THE DALEKS!” the drones answer, the Supreme having deduced it needed to calm their never ending hate after denying them a chance to kill. A moment to revel in the might of their empire may be enough. “And yet…” the Supreme begins, once more moving to focus upon Nomad. “You survive. How have you survived! Identify yourself! And EXPLAIN!”

The Supreme may be better at calming its hate in the presence of the Time Lord, but it is still a Dalek: it lives off hatred. And its rage and yelling comes from its hatred

[musesreunite]

The words of the Daleks as they said about his home, his own people turning into ashes. It made him filled with rage. All he could do was to glare at them.

"I was sent away. That's all I know off. My memories were wiped away went I was sent to Earth as a human." He said to them, making his answers short, but truthfully so they wouldn't press him for more information.

"What will you do to me if you can't kill me?" He asked to change the subject, and he had to know his fate.

[darklordsofskaro]

The Supreme only glares back, the drones around Nomad also keeping their gaze transfixed on the Time Lord. He has answered. Perhaps now he shall be exterminated, he has asked for this fate. He has insulted the Daleks and must be punished. All around him, the Daleks calculate and think over how simple it would be, keeping their focus so strong so as to not slip, to not let their rising hate and psychic connection to their gunsticks slip: Dalek weaponry is controlled by emotion. The only emotion each feels is hate. Slip up, lose focus, lose oneself in the whirlpool of that rage, and the control will slip, the guns will fire. The seconds tick by, only the sound of Dalek heartbeats filling the room. “Enough!” the Commander of all people shouts, breaking the tension and finally moving from the Supreme’s shadow. “Return to your work!”

The drones remain in place for a moment, finally their eyestalks and domes turning to the Supreme to confirm the order.

“….. Agreed,” the Supreme decrees after a moment. “Return to your stations!” Orders have been given. And orders must be obeyed. Orders cannot be questioned. Must not be questioned. Even if each down, each of the Daleks does want to disobey and open fire. Soon enough, the Daleks slink back to their stations, keeping their eyes and manipulator arms focused on their control panels and screens to try and keep the Time Lord out of their view. Only the drone that brought Nomad into the command room remains by his side, having reasoned that its station is with the prisoner. The Commander seems to eye the drone, yet decides to slink back into the safety of the Supreme’s shadow, allowing the higher ranking officer to resume questioning. After a moment, the Supreme speaks again. “You wish to learn about the Daleks, Time Lord?”