Bane Of The Daleks (12 and Clara)

"EX-TER-MIN-ATE! EX-TER-MIN-ATE THE IN-TRUUU-DER! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"

Huff....huff...huff. Inside of the burning Dalek ship, a lone man ran hurriedly as he was chased furiously by a squad of Daleks hot on his trail. Several sparks flew about the narrow hallway of the ship, sending bits and pieces of the ship into the sturdy armor of the Daleks, however the Daleks showed no signs of slowing down. The intruder in front of them MUST be EX-TER-MINATED, this was a fact. Not only did he dare board a vessel of the most supreme race of the universe, the man had the audacity to carry on him.....that....THAT THING! ALL DA-LEKS REPORT TO SECTOR 6! EX-TER-MIN-ATE THE INTRUDER.....IMM-EDIATE-LY!

Another spark of fire erupted from his side as Samuel came dangerously close once again from being incinerated. Several times now he had come across dead ends, and even more times, Samuel had just narrowly evaded a shot from a Dalek or the ricochet of the ship's shrapnel. Ducking once again, Samuel rolled away his shell into the left hallway as he turned to face the Daleks. Wiping the dirty soot off his face, Samuel plunged his hand into the nearby control box to his side and ripped apart several of the wires causing an emergency lock door to transcend from above him. He quickly slid to the other side of the door before rubbingly waving at the Daleks. "It was a displeasure seeing you boys but I'm off! Thanks for having me!"

Samuel grabbed onto his shell and slid the ring down on his middle finger. Upon doing so a red gem lit up from the opening causing a surge of Temporal Energy to encompass him. "Well...here I go....to Mechanus!" With that Samuel warped and found himself rocketing forward within the Time vortex.

The giant orbital shell followed suit as Samuel grabbed onto it. He steadied himself within the Time Vortex and sat on the Shell as the bubble from his Primer shielded him as he traveled. "Well now, hope you enjoyed that little trip friend." He said as he patted the shell underneath him. Of course, the shell wasn't alive or anything. It was dormant, only an afterimage of what it once was....but it's true form was of very importance to Samuel. "Did your blood boil? No? Well of course not! Not like you have any blood to you. But the Daleks.....ohh yes the Daleks. I have every reason to believe that the Daleks were riled up more than they readily admitted. Samuel smiled as he sat crisscross atop the shell, pondering over his thoughts. "There was a time when the Daleks would do anything to destroy you. Heck that time is still now. I guess that's true for every sentinent being out there. That's what the Daleks do after all. They kill. They decimate. They exterminate. It's really hard you know....to not hate them. Well why should I try to like them? I mean what's there to like right?" Frowning now, Samuel stopped himself before resuming.

Ahem. "Well I'm rambling. Anyways....there was a time...the Daleks feared you. Just as they fear The Doctor now. Don't worry. I'll bring you bac- WOAH!" Before he was able to finish, Samuel felt a wave of force hit his shielding as the Primer's bubble fluctuated within the Time Vortex. "What's going on?! Wait-!" Samuel held on tightly to the shell beneath him as he squinted across the distance. Ahead of him, Samuel could make out what appeared to be a...a..."Flying blue box?" Eyes widening, Samuel braced himself for impact.

The Primer bubble continued to smash about as Samuel held on desperately to the shell. Several pieces began to get bent and at one instance, a cylinder like piece of the shell almost flew off. Lucky, Samuel was able to snatch it before it was lost in the Time Vortex. "Whew! That was close! What is thi- ahhhh cool it lights up! Kinda like a flashlight huh?" The bubble fluctuated once more. Desperate now, Samuel fumbled with his Primer as he attempted to enhance his shield before impact. It was almost too late as the bubble smashed right into the side of the flying blue box causing Samuel to, "Uumph! Ughhhh....blacking out...."

The Doctor made his way around the console area as he piloted his ship through the Time Vortex. From the corner of his eye, he saw some lights flashing on the control board, immediately the Doctor started to press some buttons in response. He frowned his eyebrows at the console when the lights didn't stop, taking a brief moment to ponder the impossibility of what was happening before informing Clara of their situation.

"Clara, we may have a prob-", Just as he was about to finish his sentence, the inside of the TARDIS shook violently and the Doctor found himself having to hold onto the console so he didn't go flying across the room. Reaching over, he just about managed to activate the stabilizers which stopped the interior from shaking and gave the Doctor some time to try and figure out what exactly was happening. Making his way around the central hub to one of the screens to check the readings, he was again confused by what he saw.

"There's something out there, in the vortex." He explained, at the same time he began to press a number of buttons and switch a number of switches, attempting to lock onto the signal of whatever else was bumbling about the vortex. The Doctor sighed with relief as he had managed to get a lock on the ship and could finally get a look what it was, he didn't even have time to register what he was seeing as it was coming directly at them.

He wasn't able to grab a hold of anything this time and the impact from the other vessel hitting his TARDIS sent him flying back against the railing, he managed to turn around and put his hands out, but still found himself keeling over the metal bar. With no time to waste, the Doctor retrieved his sonic screwdriver from his coat and aimed it at the TARDISes console, using it to active the ships 'automatic homing protocol', this was an emergency setting he had setup in case of a situation like this, when activated the TARDIS would immediately dematerialize from it's current location and re-materialize somewhere on Earth.

Within an instant, the shaking stopped completely and the Doctor stood up straight.

"Still got all your limbs, Clara?" He asked, somewhat sarcastically, somewhat seriously.

Slowly, he started to inch his way toward the door, making sure to keep his sonic screwdriver in his hand as he edged closer to it. "Now the important thing is, we don't go outside," he warned, at the same time as he put his hand on the door handle. For all he knew, he had inadvertently brought whatever crashed into them here, considering it's close proximity to the TARDIS when it dematerialized. Without a word to Clara, he swung the door open and stepped outside, allowing it to close behind him, determined to confront what had followed them.

(Excuse the typos and grammatical issues. It's 4am for me and I'm still a little rusty at RP'ing)

Imagine, all of time and space whirling through your body. Imagine your hair, your face, your body, feeling as if it were being pulled by the greatest tempest of all. Imagine it. What do you see? What comes to mind? That's right. The image of a dog sticking it's head out of a car window comes to mind doesn't it? So ridiculous...but so relatable.

He had to do everything in his power to keep himself conscious. After all, it's not everyday when you find yourself stuck to a flying blue box, hurdling through the reaches of time in space without a protective bubble keeping you in place. Funny, it was the crash that caused this discomfort, but if it weren't for the fact that the bubble slammed into the flying blue box as it did, Samuel would have been lost within the Time vortex. It was nothing short of a miracle that Samuel's Primer semi fused with the blue box, allowing for him to sort of stick onto it like an adhesive. Unfortunately, the experience wasn't as enjoyable as a dog sticking its head out of a window. Truthfully, the ride was a test of patience.....as in holding onto your vomit so that it doesn't splatter all over your face. That kind of patience.

It was no use to try and resist or turn his position. Samuel was stuck the way he was for pretty much the duration of the ride. He was already accepting the fact that his horrible fate would be to travel like this until the flying blue box landed. For him....that could of been too long of a wait.

Several thoughts worried Samuel as he did everything he could to try and analyze the situation under the circumstances. What had exactly happened? Yes, he wasn't the only Time Traveler in the universe this he was a ware of, but the entire occurrence was an anomaly. There was no possible way that this was a coincidence! Especially after the fact that Samuel just narrowly escaped a Dalek Warship. No. There was something more to this, meaning that Samuel was more than likely in a deep amount of trouble. He tried once more to level himself into a more preferable position, but the attempt was futile. Desperately, Samuel held onto the shell that he had brought along with him. No matter what happens....the shell must be protected.

Many possibilities were whirling inside Samuel's head, but the most sensical idea left him even more desperate to escape. "The Daleks....probably intercepted me within the Time Vortex! I need to free myself!" Once again, Samuel wasn't yelling at anyone in particular, but it made him feel as if he was doing something other than being helpless by at least yelling. He tried everything he could to try and free himself. He kicked, he yelled, he tried to activate his abilities, but it was to no end. His Primer had melded with the blue box like a temporal adhesive. His only choice of escape would be for when the box landed.

Who knew how long it would take before it landed though. Samuel didn't have the faintest idea. Maybe it would be a few seconds for the Daleks inside, but for him it could be years! Centuries! Eras! Seconds-wait what? "Uuumph!" He felt his body crash onto solid ground hard as the air left his lungs for a few moments. Grovelling steadily, Samuel slowly knelt as he grabbed onto his side. A soreness overwhelmed him as his body readjusted to the circumstances that had come before him. Rubbing the blurriness from his eyes, Samuel looked around to see buildings...human ones. After composing himself yet again, Samuel quickly took in the noises of his surroundings to deduce where he had just landed. "Huh. Sounds aggressive? Oh sounds Scottish. Glasgow? Yeah this is definitely Glascow...what maybe sometime in the early 2010's?" Still massaging himself, Samuel noticed a bulge within his leather jacket. A metallic like feeling poked into his skin from his left side and upon reaching into his jacket, Samuel procured the same flashlight like piece that he had caught earlier from the shell. "Oooh. Forgot about this thing. OH THE SHELL!" Turning around, Samuel found the shell intact by the side of the blue box.

He swiftly rolled it away from the box as he recomposed himself; yes once more. Samuel had almost forgotten about the shell and the box. He should have ran when he had the chance! It would have been nice to get a head start before being hunted down and destroyed by killer metallic gowns. Before he was able to collect the rest of his belongings, Samuel noticed that the door from the blue box opened. Immediately, he stepped in front of the shell to protect it.

"Okay Dalek....come and get som- huh?" A fashionable old man stepped out from the box confidently. Samuel's eyes met the newcomer's gaze for a brief moment, trying to deduce if he was friend or foe. Before he was able to speak, another figure emerged from the box, this time a stunning young lady, about 5'1 or 2 with fair bronze skin and brown hair. He could hear the questioning tone in her voice as she said, "Oi, where're you going? I thought you said not to go outside?

Losing any sense of composure that he had built up before, Samuel let out a jumbled stutter. "Uhhh...hmm...ughhh..." Great first impression. Samuel was confident, cool, suave, and energetic at times. He had a calculative mind, being able to analyze situations swiftly and effectively. He was also brave and adventurous. With a curious mind with with energy bubbling to boot; yes he considered himself quite the confident guy....except for the love of God when he was humbled by the presence of a pretty girl. All of a sudden, a hidden shy side overwhelmed him. However, now was not the time for weakness and although difficult, Samuel gathered himself to try again.

Turning his gaze back to the old man, he could almost feel the angry presence of the old man's eyebrows bearing into his very soul. But it was no matter, Samuel stood firm. "We seem to have crashed. And that was it. Now he would wait to see what would happen.

After stepping outside, the Doctor immediately met eyes with the stranger and was shocked to see that, what he thought was some kind of alien creature, actually appeared to be humanoid in form. He too was trying to work out whether he was friendly or not, but found himself completely distracted when Clara came wandering out of the TARDIS.

"Oi, where're you going? I thought you said not to go outside?

"I told you to say inside," He said, "I meant, I'll go have a peak and you stay in the TARDIS, maybe you should shorten your hair, I think it might be covering your ears." The Doctor suggested, sarcastically, turning his attention back to the humanoid infront of them. He looked confused as Samuel mumbled his words in response and wandered if he had received some head trauma when they landed, it had been an emergency landing after all.

"We seem to have crashed."

"You're the one that crashed into me," The Doctor confirmed, continuing to gaze at him as he began to slowly circle around Samuel, becoming more and more curious about him, especially as to how he was able to transport himself through the time vortex without some kind of vessel. Giving him the quick one-over with his sonic screwdriver, the Doctor seemed frustrated with the results, although he was convinced enough that Samuel wasn't an enemy in disguise.

Then something caught his eye, the Doctor gazed at the shell that Samuel seemed to be guarding and pointed his figure at it to display his shock. He looked back at Clara, even though he knew she'd have no idea what it was and turned back to face Samuel. Having returned back to his original position next to Clara, he was still confused by what he saw, considering that all the Mechonoids were extinct after the Dalek's took down their last stronghold.

"Where did you find that?" The Doctor asked, in a serious tone.

Hmm...humans. The two in front of him appeared harmless enough, however, Samuel took up a defensive position and placed his left hand behind him. If push came to shove, he would draw his Vega Pistols to fight off any threat. By the old man's response, Samuel could tell that the stranger was wary as well.

"You're the one that crashed into me."

There was no denying that. Still, it wasn't at all his intention to crash himself into the two in front of him. In fact, he was in a bit of a hurry. Nonetheless, Samuel recognized that he was partly at fault, but merely partly. Following suit, Samuel mimicked the old man's circling movements while keeping the Mechonoid shell safely behind him. The last thing he needed was for an enemy to snatch it by surprise; yes the man in front of him was most certainly a potential enemy.

"Well I'm not entirely at fault here. Traveling on the same time stream doesn't warrant for disturbances within the Temporal Flow. Tell me do you even know how to pilot that thing?"

At this point, Samuel recognized the woman's greeting towards him, momentarily causing him to lose focus. "Uhh yes. Hello." After doing so, the woman and the old man appeared to squabble briefly. Using this opportunity, Samuel slid his fingers over his bracelet to assess the damages done to his Primer.

Hmm. That can't be right. His attention reverted quickly to the old man once more as he realized that he was being examined by a sort of technological pen. Using his own Primer, Samuel attempted to disturb the proceedings of the other's device. Can't have him prodding at me. For all I know he could be a Dalek Puppet.

"Where did you find that?"

Following the man's shocked expression and his gaze, Samuel turned his head behind him to the Mechonoid shell that he was guarding. Immediately, sirens rang in his head. So he knows what this is. Not good. I can't seem to place a guess about him but I'll need to keep things vague for now.

Stepping closer to the shell, Samuel attempted to sway the man away. "Nothing you need to know. Just had to...break a few rules." He noted the woman's apology and smiled. He didn't know why, but Samuel felt quite comfortable with her. It was almost as if he could sense a humanly ignorance within her; harmless. He could tell that she didn't know what was happening by her questions towards the man. This left Samuel with an educated guess. "So I'm guessing you're in charge here. Now I'm going to be straight forward with you. Are you a Dalek? Are you in league with the Daleks? If not, I advice you get out of here before you and millions of innocent lives are taken. The Daleks are on their way after all."

"Well, we were in the time vortex and he crashed into us. Forget to check the screens on the way out, haven't got a clue." He explained, then went on to answer Clara's third question, "Apparently I was wrong," The Doctor said then turning his head to look at Clara, "Don't get too excited, it's a rare occurrence."

The Doctor didn't trust Samuel, not in the slightest, but the fact he had somehow managed to get his hands on a Mechonoid, well, his curiosity had taken over and now he was more interested in the Mechonoid than how Samuel came to crash into his TARDIS, unless the two were linked somehow.

"Nothing I need to know? You crashed into me and considering I know what that is and how big the impossibility of you having it is, I think do need to know."

Without asking, the Doctor walked straight past Samuel and began inspecting the Mechonoid that he was protecting, at the same time  pulling a 'seriously?' face at him, when he asked if he was a Dalek. He couldn't tell what kind of damage had been done to the robot, he'd need to get it back in his ship if he was going to repair it.

"Ah, you've met the Daleks." Standing up, the Doctor grabbed one side of the Mechonoid and expected Samuel to help him carry it back to the TARDIS, "I'm the Doctor by the way, and that's my assistant, Clara."

"Nothing I need to know? You crashed into me and considering I know what that is and how big the impossibility of you having it is, I think do need to know."

So he DID know what it was. That could prove to be problematic. "Do you really now? He inquired. So what? You're just going into barge into MY business? And I didn't just barge into you! I wasn't the only one at fault here! It's not like I was the one who caused a- what are you doing?" Startled, Samuel realized that he was paid no mind as the old man simply strode right on past him to inspect the Mechonoid shell.

A little flabbergasted by the matter of fact, Samuel almost missed the the 'seriously' face given to him by the old man. "Oh come now. You can't blame me for being suspicious! Yes I've met the Daleks and because I've met them, I know for a matter of fact that they are capable of creating Human Dalek Puppets NOW LET GO OF THAT SHELL!" Angrily barking at the old man, Samuel took hold of the shell and attempted to yank it away until a single phrase stopped him.

"I'm the Doctor by the way, and that's my assistant, Clara."

Stumbling at the words, Samuel almost dropped the Mechonoid shell. The Doctor? THE Doctor? It couldn't be? Suddenly turning his head around, Samuel took complete notice of the blue box for the first time since their encounter. There it was....a TARDIS? This was an uncanny coincidence. Or was it? Samuel was still immensely skeptical that the old man before him was The Doctor but nonetheless he at least carried the shell without restraint or fight.

Still, Samuel had to make sure. "The Doctor? Please don't lie to me sir. If you're The Doctor.....where in the world is your oh so famous Scarf? And the last I checked, The Doctor wasn't Scottish, and he most certainly didn't look a thing like YOU." Immediately afterwards, Samuel turned his attention towards Clara and waved cheerfully,"And a pleasure to meet you Clara."

Turning his attention back to 'The Doctor', Samuel nodded his head as he said, "I'll let you handle the explanations, after all YOU ARE The Doctor. You should know all about it.

"Don't remind about the scarf." It was true that he was less eccentric in clothing than some of his previous selves, in fact he found some of their choice of clothing rather embarrassing. "I've been Scottish before, mind you, I was a tad shorter and I carried around an umbrella, I can see why you wouldn't recognize me. I've regenerated, it's all in the eyebrows."

"It's a Mechonoid, Clara. The last of it's kind, possibly." The Doctor went on to quickly elaborate that the Mechonoid's were wiped out by the Dalek's but before that time, they were one of the only beings in the universe that were a match for them. For him, fixing the Mechonoid was more about finding out what happened on the final day on Mechanus, rather than having something to fight the Dalek's with.

Instead of continuing to help Samuel carry the Mechonoid, the Doctor walked back into his TARDIS to the controls, proceeding to flick some switches and press some buttons. Before Samuel and Clara would have had time to realize it, the TARDIS would have moved the short distance and materialized with them inside.

"There we go, much easier than carrying it in."

Slightly confused by The Doctor's words, Samuel thought over the idea of regeneration. He was Scottish once before? He's talking as if he's able to change himself. "That's pretty interesting actually!" His eyes widened at the thought. "Haha, full of surprises aren't you! Well if you REALLY are The Doctor then there's no need for hostility." Smiling Samuel proceeded forward with the Mechonoid shell.

"You know about the Doctor?" Samuel turned and smiled towards the voice while nodding. "Oh yeah. We've had a bit of an adventure in the past. Although...," He scanned the Doctor with his eyes once more, ...He was quite different back then. Well mind you, I doubt he recognizes me either. I wasn't exactly dressed as I am now. I was a little bit colorful too! Uhhh well I'll save that for another time. Realizing that he was babbling, he ceased his words before introducing himself.

"You still haven't mentioned your name."

"Oh right! I guess since you're human, you can call me Samuel." He replied. After which, Samuel listened intently as The Doctor delivered a satisfactory explanation of the Mechonoids' fate.

"Wow. Textbook answer." He joked before watching The Doctor walk off. Hmm where's he going? As The Doctor entered his TARDIS, a frown furrowed onto Samuel's face. He wouldn't just leave us would he? Of course, then after, Samuel heard the familiar noise of the TARDIS, taking off, causing him to run forward towards it.

"Wait-!"

VOOSH In an instant, he found himself within the center of the TARDIS along with the Mechonoid shell. The Doctor remarked that it was much easier to do this than rather carry the whole shell back inside. He agreed. "Oh! Much better! Yup!" Samuel was smiling gleefully but he noticed the annoyed expression on Clara's face. "Hmm. Not too fun at parties is she?" He commented while nodding towards Clara.

Looking around for the first time in a while, Samuel noticed the remarkable differences between the TARDIS now from when he first witnessed it. The design was FAR darker than he had remembered, and the console itself was far grander than the other TARDIS. Walking towards the console, Samuel began poking around at a couple of the switches. "Wow...uhh exactly how long has it been since you've worn that scarf...uh Doctor?"

It was then that he heard clara question how he was in the possession of a Mechonoid shell. Turning around quickly, almost too quickly, Samuel boomed, "OH! It's an amazing story really! Of course, as I've said...I had to break a few rules. Although I WAS sneaky about it mind you! Can't have The Doctor mind off to me about changing history whatnot!"

Taking the shell to his side, Samuel knocked on it's exterior, proving the real deal. "It's a Mechonoid alright. It's merely dormant. Almost got blasted to bits by a squad of Daleks. I just...pulled a few strong in Station 7. I was able to save this amazing thing. He paused as he remembered the battle aboard the Station. It wasn't exactly easy to savage what he could, but he'd done it, AND, it wasn't the first time.

Samuel looked at the two in front of him with uncontainable excitement. He'd been bursting to reveal his secret, and who better to reveal it to than The Doctor himself! "Oh this isn't the last Mechonoid, oh trust me! You can follow me to Mechanus if you'd like!" He invited, fiddling with his Primer as he did so. "You can follow me directly or meet me at these coordinates!" Suddenly, the TARDIS began to rumble the exact moment that Samuel meant to take off. Frowning again, he checked the readings from his Primer, receiving readings that should have been impossible.

Suddenly the TARDIS attempted to take off. "Okay! Nobody panic! It seems as if your TARDIS and my Primer have merged! Must've happened during the collision! Now your TARDIS is attempting to follow my Primer's coordinates or else it'll cause a cataclysm resulting in a Temporal Explosion! Stopping there however, Samuel smiled his Samuel smile at The Doctor. "Well of course. It's up to you Doctor. What'll you have us do?"

"A long time. A millennia, give or take a few centuries." The Doctor explained, in regards to the passage of time since his Fourth Incarnation. He was so much more flamboyant back then, not just in the way he dressed but in aspects of his personality too. The Doctor was different now, an extra thousand years or so will do that to a person.

Remaining at the console, the Time Lord continued to adjust the controls and let Samuel explain everything to Clara. He found his undeniable enthusiasm and excitement, extremely irritable. It didn't bother him in the past, but more recently he was finding out that he found unnecessary merriness very frustrating.

"You can follow me directly or meet me at these coordinates!"

"I think I'll..." The Doctor was about to respond, but the TARDIS began shaking and rumbling, also the cloister bell began chiming which indicated to him that something very bad was about to happen. Listening to Samuel explain about his Primer having merged with his TARDIS, the Doctor made his way around the console and did what he usually did.

"We'll meet you there." Without another word, the Doctor pulled down the big lever and immediately, him and Clara were whisked away through the Time Vortex. Samuel, on the other hand, would have found himself standing exactly where he was stood before the TARDIS materialized around him. Eventually, the TARDIS landed and the Doctor looked over at Clara.

"Let's go have a peak. I'm sure Samuel can catch up."