Jun 28, 2016
"Have you and your ship mates ever been at a Human prom? you should try it... they're all cute and stuff."
“UNFAMILIAR TERM. DEFINE ‘CUUUTE’. EXPLAIN!”
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"Have you and your ship mates ever been at a Human prom? you should try it... they're all cute and stuff."
“UNFAMILIAR TERM. DEFINE ‘CUUUTE’. EXPLAIN!”
"I believe that she tried to flirt with you... Doctor..."
❝ THE DAY I START TAKIN’ flirting lessons from a DALEK will be the day i’ve given up all hope. ❞
"Why have the Daleks bothered to change the original desing? It is a complete and utter waste of space and time." "Besides, uh, our silk and blue look is clearly more attractive than your generation."
“OUR PURPOSE IS NOT TO BE ATTRACTIVE.” Caan’s synthesised voice was dripping with disdain. “DALEKS OF THE TIME WAR ARE DESIGNED FOR GREATER EF-FI-CIEN-CY IN COMBAT. AESTHETIC CONCERNS ARE IR-REL-E-VAAANT.”
The silver Dalek was getting frantic, more and more systems began to fail on the derelict spacecraft. While radiation had not yet reached the bridge, engine room and hallways, it was slowly getting there. It commanded the computer to keep the bombs moving around in the ship, hopefully keeping anything from failing completely. But now... this plan was starting to fail, it absolutely needed help. And so, AARUII 11 activated a distress beacon and sends calls for help into the dark abyss of space.
It was far, far from the first time the TARDIS picked up distress calls. By now the Doctor was used to getting these at least once a week. Relative time of course, he rarely stayed in the same time for a whole week.
“Yes yes, I’m coming, just let me locate you.” The Doctor mumbled to himself while he rushed about his TARDIS console room in an attempt to locate this distress signal. “There, gotcha!” A moment later, he landed on what the scanners told him was a spacecraft with some heavy damage and radiation poison. “Well, better be quick then. I’ll just pop out and see if there’s any survivors.” He spoke to himself again as he approached the doors to look outside. “Hello, is there anyone there? I’m the Doctor, I’m here to help...”