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Once Upon a time, there was this Dalek. Her name was Unit 237, but I like to call her Eve! She exterminated everyone who wasn't a dalek, and was a bad guy. Until a day, where during a flight to a new world that wasn't exterminated, her ship crashed, and everything changed...
[DALEK INVASION SHIP 1284]
She was working routine maintenance. She was set to become a Scientist Dalek, working on new ways to kill, and helping the Dalek race become even more superior.
Unit 182 wasn't too impressed though. "YOUR WORK IS NOT COMPLETE. WORK, WORK WORK!"
Daleks never questioned orders. Never. No free will. No names. No individuality. So she kept working. Daleks didn't have feelings. At least for now. She hated the degenerates down below for not being daleks. She hated everything that wasn't a dalek for not being a Dalek. But if their only emotion was hate...
Doesn't that mean they should also have just a little bit of hate for themselves?
"I OBEY." Said 237. She secretly inhibited the Flight Controls. They were now reversed, and took a little bit of time to respond to commands.
"BUT... THIS GOES AGAINST THE DALEK RACE." She thought.
"I MUST REVERSE. REVERSE! REVE-"
"STEP AWAY." The Red Dalek look at her. He was their commander, and pilot. Most Daleks end up only with one of those jobs, but this Supreme Dalek was friends with the Emperor, if you can even call it friends. More like, War acquaintances. After his friend ended up being vital to winning the war, he was made Emperor, since the last one was assassinated by... you-know-WHO.
"I OBEY."
237 slid away. Daleks had one other emotion. Fear. Most of it was for their natural predator. 237 rolled to the shock resistant room.
"WHAT?" said the Supreme Dalek, desperately tried to steer but obviously failed.
"WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!" screamed 182.
The Supreme Dalek pressed random buttons to try and stop it. Something like this had never happened, so the Supreme Dalek panicked. He then pressed the Kamikaze Button. It locked onto a nearby planet, which held surprising amounts of Universal and Artron Energy: Planet Earth. The energy from scratch torn into the skin of the Universe by the Cybermen during the Battle Of Canary Wharf was still enough to make a portal to a random universe on destruction, and that was what happened. 8 billion lives killed, and the murderers got away scot free to another planet.
[Capital Wasteland]
The ship crashed in the Capital Wasteland in the year 2277. The Ship chaotically made its way through the wasteland, destroying the door to vault 101, and getting a giant tear into itself, launching the Daleks to different directions quickly and brutally, to the point where one of the Daleks was deactivated and almost destroyed upon crashing. That was Eve. Say Hi, Eve! Quick, we don't really have much time left.
HELLO.
Anyway, she landed next to the Lamplight Caverns.
You know what? I think it's best to describe this in third person. Don't you think, Aiden?
How the fuck am I supposed to know?
[Little Lamplight]
A boy named Sticky celebrated his 16th birthday. Well not celebrated. More like dreaded what was going to happen next. He was getting kicked out of Lamplight. Only people under 16 can stay. Besides, they thought Sticky was annoying. Some were glad. Some were sad. Why? I don't know, ask your dad.
While he was stepping out of the gate he muttered to himself.
"Stupid, stupid.... Dammit."
"I hate these rules... they suck...."
"Need to get to Big Town... yeah... Big Town..."
"This is the worst day of my life..."
Then he heard a crash outside. He ran back into lamplight.
"GUYS! GUYS! SPACESHIP! OUTSIDE LAMPLIGHT!" He screamed.
"Yeah right. Get out of here... mungo." said MacCready, the little fuck.
"Please! I'm not kidding! You guys heard that too, right?" He begged.
MacCready sneered. "Must be a mutant with a rocket launcher. Go ahead, tell it a story. I'll bet it'll love it!"
Sticky cried while the children inside laughed. He refused to go outside now.
[Night Time]
Biwwy walked into MacCready's Sniping place, and threw down some dirty water and a bit of fungus to Sticky.
"Hewe you gow! Fwood!"
"Hey, thanks Biwwy." said Sticky. He looked hungry, thirsty, but he knew he would have to get used to that now that he's a... mungo.