late birthday fic!
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rivendellroseOkay! I'm finally starting to catch up on my writing back-log, starting with birthday fic!
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miss_arel requested a sequel to "Caribbean Holiday of the Daleks," with the continuing adventures of Daleks Sek, Thay, Jas, and Caan and their new friends, Davy Jones (of PotC) and Co aboard the Flying Dutchman.
“I don’t understand,” Sek told Davy Jones. “You... ask permission to kill these Humans?”
“Aye, well...” Davy considered this for a moment, his airtube blubbing softly in the silence. “Not permission, exactly. I give them a choice. Death, or a hundred years’ service at my hand.”
“And after that?”
Davy popped his lips.
“After the service, I mean,” Sek clarified. “After that, what happens to the Humans in your keep?”
“They die, of course! If they’ve not become part of the ship, and if they don’t make another bargain with me to extend the contract, y’understand.”
“Ah, I see.” Sek nodded. “So it is impossible for them to escape. Very clever of you!”
Davy’s tentacles twisted and twined, and he popped his lips proudly.
“But do not many of them see this, and die?”
“Humans fear death. They fear judgment and pain and the laying-bare of their sins!”
Sek considered. “But... if they are dead, what can they fear?”
“You do not fear the afterlife?”
Sek leaned forward. “What is the afterlife?”
“DALEKS DO NOT FEAR DEATH! DALEKS FEAR NOTHING!!!”
“Yes, thank you, Thay.” Sek sighed and patted the other Dalek’s dome in an absent-minded way. Thay’s eyepiece brightened, and then dimmed, and his gun-piece lowered as though ashamed. He’d been a bit sensitive ever since the incident wtih Sek’s transformation, poor fellow. “But Captain Jones, what is this afterlife of which you speak?”
“Do not your people have stories of what comes after death?”
Sek thought carefully about this. As the leader of the Cult of Skaro, he had been given all the knowledge that all Daleks possessed, the whole of their history as a race, but he could think of nothing similar to this. “No,” he admitted. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Then what of the people you kill? Do they not beg for mercy?”
“Oh, mercy.” Sek waved his hand.
“DALEKS DO NOT KNOW MERCY! THAT WORD IS NOT INCLUDED IN OUR--”
“Suffice to say that we’ve never found much use for the concept,” Sek interrupted. Thay tended to get a little over-excited once he got off on one of his familiar rants. Davy had really been quite understanding about the loss of the three crewmen that Thay, Jas, and Caan had exterminated, but Sek had no desire to try his new friend’s hospitality more than was necessary.
“They do not beg?”
Sek thought about this. “I suppose they don’t often have time to,” he admitted.
“DALEK SEK! I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED!! CALLING FOR ASSISTANCE!!!”
Sek sighed. “That’ll be Caan. It’s been almost fifteen leks since the last time he got in trouble...”
Davy snorted - or perhaps it was a burble - and followed him out onto the deck of the ship, where they found Jas and Caan surrounded by an assortment of Davy Jones’ crew. Caan was on his side, his gun-barrel and suction-cup flailing helplessly in the air.
“THIS SURFACE IS TOO UNEVEN! ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE!!! I HAVE OVERTURNED, AND I CANNOT RESTORE MYSELF TO VERTICAL POSITION!!!”
“Oh, for... just elevate yourself, you fool.”
“ELEVATE!!!”
Caan’s thrusters fired out of the base of his armour, causing the rest of him to skitter forward somewhat along the deck, while the various beings behind him scattered to avoid the blast.
“Stop! Stop, all right, that wasn’t one of my best ideas!” Sek hurried forward and hoisted his compatriot upright. “There. You’re fine. Now... just stay in one place for a while, will you? You always get into a spot when you try to move - remember the bit with the stairs yesterday?”
If Caan didn’t, it was clear that Jones’ crew did - they all pulled back, muttering among themselves.
“WHEN WILL WE LEAVE THIS PLACE?!” Jas asked.
“I told you, as soon as our power cells are sufficiently recharged for another time-space jump.”
“MY POWER CELLS WERE DAMAGED IN OUR FALL!!!”
“Then the rest of us will just have to transport you along with us, won’t we?” Sek snapped. “If you don’t have anything useful to say, Jas, just shut up.”
“Where will ye go, when ye have the ability to leave us, then?” Davy asked, his tentacles twining thoughtfully.
“Another world,” Sek told him. “Someplace... more suitable to the Dalek design. Perhaps we will found a new Skaro, and start our species anew.”
“Another world...” Davy considered this. “Could ye not just stay in this one?”
“I’m afraid... that your world ill suits my compatriots,” Sek said as diplomatically as he could manage. It was rude, he suspected, to tell a person that their planet made one’s skin crawl. That the sun was too bright, the ground too uneven, and the water... well, the water was water, and that alone was enough for a Dalek. The ship, at least, was better than the land, though, he had to grant Davy. The one time he and his compatriots had joined Davy’s crew on a shore mission had been a complete disaster. Sek hadn’t known that dirt - sand, Davy had called it - could be so... pernicious. Thay was still trying to get the little grains out of his armour. “In any case, this is not our proper universe. We should return, and continue our efforts to restore the Dalek species to its rightful place in the galaxy.”
“And what is that rightful place?”
“DALEKS ARE THE SUPREME BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE!” Thay replied. “WE WILL EXTERMINATE ALL UNLIKE CREATURES AND RULE AS THE SOLE SENTIENT LIFEFORM!!!”
“Indeed?” Davy Jones cast a thoughtful look at his ‘friends.’
“Well... you know.” Sek waved his hand. It had come to his attention, since taking on Human DNA, that some people didn’t particularly like the idea of being inferior, or of being exterminated. Unfortunately, his efforts to teach the other Daleks a bit of subtlety had gone about as well as if he’d tried to teach them to swim. “Everybody’s got to have a goal,” he offered.
“And yours, it seems, is supreme domination. Hmmm.” Jones did not appear to be at all deceived.
“Well, not mine, exactly. It’s more like a... family business, you could say.”
“Hmph!” Davy drew himself up, his tentacles quivering. “If ye fear not death, and if ye desire to be the only people in this universe, then I say that we might have a problem. Ye’d be lookin’ fair soon to put me out of my business. And I call that a problem.”
“But it won’t be this universe. Or at least not this world,” Sek assured him quickly. “Believe me, Daleks have no desire to rule over this world!”
“THERE IS TOO MUCH WATER!”
“AND TOO MUCH SAND!!!”
“Exactly so.” Sek nodded. “What could we do with this world? Nothing. Unless we built lots of ramps, of course, but... I’m getting ahead of myself. Of course you’d be welcome to keep this world. We don’t want to get in your way!” He tried a laugh. It came out awkwardly, but Jones joined him after a moment. Jas, Caan, and Thay swivelled their eyepieces from one to the other, to each other, and back again. Sek dearly hoped they weren’t considering trying their hand at mutiny again. It had been so awkward, the last time.
“No,” he continued, “we’ll make a deal, just like I promised you last time. You take this world, and we’ll take... the ones that are more suited to our purposes.”
This was a particularly useful ‘deal’ to make since Jones didn’t have interstellar capability, Sek thought. He’d never know how many worlds he was missing out on, or how uneven their bargain was.
“And what if at some point in the future, ye’ decide that this place shall suit yer purposes as well, hmm?” Jones asked with a disturbingly insightful look in his eyes.
“I give you my word as a Dalek,” Sek assured him.
“DALEKS DO NOT--”
“This Dalek does,” Sek snapped, throwing a supremely dirty look at Jas. “I am the leader of the Cult of Skaro, and if I say we deal, we deal. Do you accept?”
Jones appeared to consider this, his tentacles swaying thoughtfully. “I do not trust these friends of yours as far as I could throw them,” he began slowly. Sek couldn’t blame him for that. “But I do trust ye to keep yer word. It sounds, Mister Sek, as though we have a bargain. Will ye shake on it?”
“Shake...?”
“Shake hands!” Jones held out his hand. Sek stuck his out as well, uncertain, and was surprised when Jones clasped his hand in his own right hand, wrapping one of his tentacles around it all the way up to the wrist, and squeezed.
“I... er... Thank you?” Sek shook his hand slightly after Jones released it.
“Don’t be thankin’ me yet, boy. We’ve still got to get y’and yer friends off this world. And forgive me if I say I’m eager to do just that. Y’are not easy on a ship, and I hunger for the depths of the sea again.”
Sek nodded solemnly. Despite his failure last time, it seemed that this time he had achieved his goal of finding a human... well, a humanoid with whom the Daleks could cooperate, and for that he was grateful. Perhaps this signalled a turn in their luck. Perhaps now they would be able to rebuild Dalek society after a new pattern, a better pattern. Perhaps--
“DALEK SEK! ONE OF THE INFERIOR LIFEFORMS CAUSED ME TO IMBIBE A FERMENTED LIQUID SUBSTANCE THROUGH MY VENTS!! MY FUNCTIONS HAVE BEEN IMPAIRED!!! MY FUNCTIONS HAVE BEEN IMPAIRED!!!”
Jones gave him a strange look. “Fermented... Cannot yer people even drink a bit of rum without harm, then?”
Sek sighed. Perhaps it would be too much to hope for the Daleks not to cause trouble among humanoids, even if they were of an unusual sort.
Still working on others... I had a full draft of your birthday fic,beam_oflight, before I realized that... it really kind of sucked and needs to be completely rewritten. I think too much of it was written on cold medicine, to be honest... sorry!!! I'm still working on it, and all the others that have been requested, I promise. I'm just being kind of uber-slow about writing, lately.
First,
miss_arel requested a sequel to "Caribbean Holiday of the Daleks," with the continuing adventures of Daleks Sek, Thay, Jas, and Caan and their new friends, Davy Jones (of PotC) and Co aboard the Flying Dutchman. “I don’t understand,” Sek told Davy Jones. “You... ask permission to kill these Humans?”
“Aye, well...” Davy considered this for a moment, his airtube blubbing softly in the silence. “Not permission, exactly. I give them a choice. Death, or a hundred years’ service at my hand.”
“And after that?”
Davy popped his lips.
“After the service, I mean,” Sek clarified. “After that, what happens to the Humans in your keep?”
“They die, of course! If they’ve not become part of the ship, and if they don’t make another bargain with me to extend the contract, y’understand.”
“Ah, I see.” Sek nodded. “So it is impossible for them to escape. Very clever of you!”
Davy’s tentacles twisted and twined, and he popped his lips proudly.
“But do not many of them see this, and die?”
“Humans fear death. They fear judgment and pain and the laying-bare of their sins!”
Sek considered. “But... if they are dead, what can they fear?”
“You do not fear the afterlife?”
Sek leaned forward. “What is the afterlife?”
“DALEKS DO NOT FEAR DEATH! DALEKS FEAR NOTHING!!!”
“Yes, thank you, Thay.” Sek sighed and patted the other Dalek’s dome in an absent-minded way. Thay’s eyepiece brightened, and then dimmed, and his gun-piece lowered as though ashamed. He’d been a bit sensitive ever since the incident wtih Sek’s transformation, poor fellow. “But Captain Jones, what is this afterlife of which you speak?”
“Do not your people have stories of what comes after death?”
Sek thought carefully about this. As the leader of the Cult of Skaro, he had been given all the knowledge that all Daleks possessed, the whole of their history as a race, but he could think of nothing similar to this. “No,” he admitted. “I’ve never heard of it.”
“Then what of the people you kill? Do they not beg for mercy?”
“Oh, mercy.” Sek waved his hand.
“DALEKS DO NOT KNOW MERCY! THAT WORD IS NOT INCLUDED IN OUR--”
“Suffice to say that we’ve never found much use for the concept,” Sek interrupted. Thay tended to get a little over-excited once he got off on one of his familiar rants. Davy had really been quite understanding about the loss of the three crewmen that Thay, Jas, and Caan had exterminated, but Sek had no desire to try his new friend’s hospitality more than was necessary.
“They do not beg?”
Sek thought about this. “I suppose they don’t often have time to,” he admitted.
“DALEK SEK! I HAVE BEEN TRAPPED!! CALLING FOR ASSISTANCE!!!”
Sek sighed. “That’ll be Caan. It’s been almost fifteen leks since the last time he got in trouble...”
Davy snorted - or perhaps it was a burble - and followed him out onto the deck of the ship, where they found Jas and Caan surrounded by an assortment of Davy Jones’ crew. Caan was on his side, his gun-barrel and suction-cup flailing helplessly in the air.
“THIS SURFACE IS TOO UNEVEN! ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE!!! I HAVE OVERTURNED, AND I CANNOT RESTORE MYSELF TO VERTICAL POSITION!!!”
“Oh, for... just elevate yourself, you fool.”
“ELEVATE!!!”
Caan’s thrusters fired out of the base of his armour, causing the rest of him to skitter forward somewhat along the deck, while the various beings behind him scattered to avoid the blast.
“Stop! Stop, all right, that wasn’t one of my best ideas!” Sek hurried forward and hoisted his compatriot upright. “There. You’re fine. Now... just stay in one place for a while, will you? You always get into a spot when you try to move - remember the bit with the stairs yesterday?”
If Caan didn’t, it was clear that Jones’ crew did - they all pulled back, muttering among themselves.
“WHEN WILL WE LEAVE THIS PLACE?!” Jas asked.
“I told you, as soon as our power cells are sufficiently recharged for another time-space jump.”
“MY POWER CELLS WERE DAMAGED IN OUR FALL!!!”
“Then the rest of us will just have to transport you along with us, won’t we?” Sek snapped. “If you don’t have anything useful to say, Jas, just shut up.”
“Where will ye go, when ye have the ability to leave us, then?” Davy asked, his tentacles twining thoughtfully.
“Another world,” Sek told him. “Someplace... more suitable to the Dalek design. Perhaps we will found a new Skaro, and start our species anew.”
“Another world...” Davy considered this. “Could ye not just stay in this one?”
“I’m afraid... that your world ill suits my compatriots,” Sek said as diplomatically as he could manage. It was rude, he suspected, to tell a person that their planet made one’s skin crawl. That the sun was too bright, the ground too uneven, and the water... well, the water was water, and that alone was enough for a Dalek. The ship, at least, was better than the land, though, he had to grant Davy. The one time he and his compatriots had joined Davy’s crew on a shore mission had been a complete disaster. Sek hadn’t known that dirt - sand, Davy had called it - could be so... pernicious. Thay was still trying to get the little grains out of his armour. “In any case, this is not our proper universe. We should return, and continue our efforts to restore the Dalek species to its rightful place in the galaxy.”
“And what is that rightful place?”
“DALEKS ARE THE SUPREME BEINGS IN THE UNIVERSE!” Thay replied. “WE WILL EXTERMINATE ALL UNLIKE CREATURES AND RULE AS THE SOLE SENTIENT LIFEFORM!!!”
“Indeed?” Davy Jones cast a thoughtful look at his ‘friends.’
“Well... you know.” Sek waved his hand. It had come to his attention, since taking on Human DNA, that some people didn’t particularly like the idea of being inferior, or of being exterminated. Unfortunately, his efforts to teach the other Daleks a bit of subtlety had gone about as well as if he’d tried to teach them to swim. “Everybody’s got to have a goal,” he offered.
“And yours, it seems, is supreme domination. Hmmm.” Jones did not appear to be at all deceived.
“Well, not mine, exactly. It’s more like a... family business, you could say.”
“Hmph!” Davy drew himself up, his tentacles quivering. “If ye fear not death, and if ye desire to be the only people in this universe, then I say that we might have a problem. Ye’d be lookin’ fair soon to put me out of my business. And I call that a problem.”
“But it won’t be this universe. Or at least not this world,” Sek assured him quickly. “Believe me, Daleks have no desire to rule over this world!”
“THERE IS TOO MUCH WATER!”
“AND TOO MUCH SAND!!!”
“Exactly so.” Sek nodded. “What could we do with this world? Nothing. Unless we built lots of ramps, of course, but... I’m getting ahead of myself. Of course you’d be welcome to keep this world. We don’t want to get in your way!” He tried a laugh. It came out awkwardly, but Jones joined him after a moment. Jas, Caan, and Thay swivelled their eyepieces from one to the other, to each other, and back again. Sek dearly hoped they weren’t considering trying their hand at mutiny again. It had been so awkward, the last time.
“No,” he continued, “we’ll make a deal, just like I promised you last time. You take this world, and we’ll take... the ones that are more suited to our purposes.”
This was a particularly useful ‘deal’ to make since Jones didn’t have interstellar capability, Sek thought. He’d never know how many worlds he was missing out on, or how uneven their bargain was.
“And what if at some point in the future, ye’ decide that this place shall suit yer purposes as well, hmm?” Jones asked with a disturbingly insightful look in his eyes.
“I give you my word as a Dalek,” Sek assured him.
“DALEKS DO NOT--”
“This Dalek does,” Sek snapped, throwing a supremely dirty look at Jas. “I am the leader of the Cult of Skaro, and if I say we deal, we deal. Do you accept?”
Jones appeared to consider this, his tentacles swaying thoughtfully. “I do not trust these friends of yours as far as I could throw them,” he began slowly. Sek couldn’t blame him for that. “But I do trust ye to keep yer word. It sounds, Mister Sek, as though we have a bargain. Will ye shake on it?”
“Shake...?”
“Shake hands!” Jones held out his hand. Sek stuck his out as well, uncertain, and was surprised when Jones clasped his hand in his own right hand, wrapping one of his tentacles around it all the way up to the wrist, and squeezed.
“I... er... Thank you?” Sek shook his hand slightly after Jones released it.
“Don’t be thankin’ me yet, boy. We’ve still got to get y’and yer friends off this world. And forgive me if I say I’m eager to do just that. Y’are not easy on a ship, and I hunger for the depths of the sea again.”
Sek nodded solemnly. Despite his failure last time, it seemed that this time he had achieved his goal of finding a human... well, a humanoid with whom the Daleks could cooperate, and for that he was grateful. Perhaps this signalled a turn in their luck. Perhaps now they would be able to rebuild Dalek society after a new pattern, a better pattern. Perhaps--
“DALEK SEK! ONE OF THE INFERIOR LIFEFORMS CAUSED ME TO IMBIBE A FERMENTED LIQUID SUBSTANCE THROUGH MY VENTS!! MY FUNCTIONS HAVE BEEN IMPAIRED!!! MY FUNCTIONS HAVE BEEN IMPAIRED!!!”
Jones gave him a strange look. “Fermented... Cannot yer people even drink a bit of rum without harm, then?”
Sek sighed. Perhaps it would be too much to hope for the Daleks not to cause trouble among humanoids, even if they were of an unusual sort.
Still working on others... I had a full draft of your birthday fic,
beam_oflight, before I realized that... it really kind of sucked and needs to be completely rewritten. I think too much of it was written on cold medicine, to be honest... sorry!!! I'm still working on it, and all the others that have been requested, I promise. I'm just being kind of uber-slow about writing, lately.
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Date: 2008-06-10 09:07 pm (UTC)HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAA
Okay. Daleks drunk on rum is the best thing ever today.
You've made going to work palatable. Yay.
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Date: 2008-06-11 12:13 am (UTC)Glad you liked it, especially that it made going to work a bit less painful!
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Date: 2008-06-10 10:45 pm (UTC)You must be sick of writing after the big band thing. When/where will it be up btw?
Oh dear, I was just thinking about my history exam tomorrow, and merged cracky daleks with the russian revolution O.o Dalek Trotskt in his war train LOL! Also later, Stalin in the purges spining round repeatedly shouting EXTERMINATE and killing everything in site.
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Date: 2008-06-11 12:17 am (UTC)The website's supposed to be up on June 16, and I'm sort of bouncing up and down in panic until then because we all supposedly got illustrations and such, and I'm dying to see what some poor artist might've made of the insanity that I turned in. Believe me, as soon as I have word the site is live I'll be posting links every which way! (And yeah, between that and my main computer becoming a useless brick, I think those two things pretty much cover why I've been so spectacularly useless lately. :P)
Russian revolution Daleks!!! Oh, god, that's just fantastic.
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Date: 2008-06-11 03:31 pm (UTC)Thank you! <3 I love how put upon and oddly charming Sek is, even hen he's planning the subjugation of lesser worlds. XD For the first member of his race to have tried diplomacy, he's doing very well!
...it also seems that he's the first member of his race to have tried babysitting. XD it's so awkward when your siblings embarrass you in front of your friends.
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Date: 2008-06-11 03:47 pm (UTC)It really is weird how cute Sek comes out in this... everything's just so shiny and new to him, and the other Daleks are so... yeah, embarrassing is probably the best word. He's like a fifteen year-old who's stuck babysitting his little brothers while he's trying to impress the captain of the football team or something.
Your comment about babysitting reminds me that somewhere there is an episode wherein the Daleks attempt to isolate the "Human factor" and implant it in a bunch of baby Daleks... who end up loving the Doctor and pushing him around on a rolly chair and stuff. Someday I will find this episode, and I'm sure it will not be nearly as cute as it is inside my head. XD
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Date: 2008-06-12 06:56 am (UTC)......eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! omg! that! sounds! so! cuuuuuuuuuute! eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
(do baby Daleks speak in all lowercase, I wonder? or do they have small caps, like Death?)