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[Dalek School]
The Doctor, again, destroyed the Daleks. Shocker, I know! Davros was livid. His children, destroyed! He went into a human settlement in the 1800's, ordered whatever was left of his taskforce (who became the teachers!) to kill everyone inside, including the kids. He took all the bodies of the people, and turned them into Daleks. The adult Daleks were easily able to be made into murder machines, but the children were harder. They couldn't destroy their emotions. But he could put the instinct to exterminate in there. He put all the basic Dalek things in these guys, hate, the urge to kill, racism against everything that wasn't a Dalek, but he couldn't purge the emotions. So he made a school! These Daleks had the mental capacity of middle schoolers, so it was styled like that. Kinda.
They had a library, posters, classrooms, everything. The catch? All of it's Dalek propaganda. The books were guides on the best ways to kill people, what races bring out the best dopamine once they're killed, why the Doctor is evil, and why the Daleks are right. The posters were things like "THE DALEKS WILL WIN!" "THE TIME LORDS MUST BE EXTERMINATED!" and such.
[First and Final Day of School]
The newly built Daleks rolled into the class. All of them had early model armors with little bulbs, and shrinking eyes. The armor would be changed once they truly learned to become Daleks. None of them had the memories of their past as Victorian Era kids, but they held their personalities still. A weakness.
Dalek Omega was arrogant. Although all of the boys and girls believed all the Dalek propaganda, Omega made it his only mission. He didn't have hobbies, since Davros says any moment not spent exterminating is a moment wasted, and bullies the other kids who do have hobbies. He hopes to one day command the armies, and destroy the Time Lords in the name of his father Davros.
Dalek Maim was unhappy. Things weren't fair. He loved Davros, he was his father, master, and such. But he didn't ever feel like he belonged. He liked downloading foreign 3D Vid-Games into his database for him to play while he was idle. He hated his name. Omega got a cool name, while he got Maim! Daleks don't maim! They just kill them, quick and easy! It was an insult. He hopes to get one of the cool, modern suits, and show everyone he can be the best Dalek Scientist!
Dalek Vanity was, as her name suggested, very prideful. She got the name after Davros tested her in the shooting range, and she destroyed all of the targets (which were live, captured Ood, but they were bought so don't worry) in less than three rels! She took her achievement, and it seems to be all she can talk about. Seriously, she won't shut the hell up about it. She advertised herself as the most likely to become a supreme after school.
And finally, Dalek Temperance. He didn't have any hobbies, like Omega, but for a different reason. He believes that being a Dalek is to be patient. To resist urges. He strived away from Omega's arrogance, Maim's angst, and Vanity's pride. When he was at the shooting range, he didn't kill his Ood quickly. He analyzed all of them, for future use. Weak points, Body shape, Anatomy, and such. It took him 120 rels to kill them, but 112 of them were spent studying.
"HELLO, TEMPERANCE. I PLAYED THIS REALLY COOL VID-GAME. DID YOU KNOW THAT THE PLANET NAMED MIDNIGHT, WHICH IS FILLED WITH NON-DALEK ABOMINATIONS, GAVE YOU THIS GAME FOR FREE AFTER YOU RID THE-" Maim's nerdy rant was interrupted by Temperance.
"I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR SUCH MISCELLANEOUS MATTERS, MAIM. WE MUST GO TO EXTERMINATION CLASS."
"YEAH, MAIM. SHUT UP, NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR ABOUT YOUR STUPID VID-GAMES. IN FACT, I'M TELLING DAVROS ABOUT IT AFTER SCHOOL." Omega looked at Maim, arrogantly squinting his eye.
The Daleks rolled to the Extermination Class. It was mostly shock value; It was about what the Time Lords did to the Daleks, how they tried to go back in time to destroy them, etc. Maim was so shocked he closed his Vid-Games. Omega squinted his Dalek eyes in anger. He was really riled up. The Time Lords deserve what they're gonna get once he becomes commander and invades Gallifrey! Vanity rolled her eyes. She was hoping when they would get to the actual extermination teaching part. Temperance looked intently.
Then, the Dalek Teacher was interrupted once Davros rolled into the class.
"Hello my children. Now, I know you may be excited, and that is bad. Remember to suppress all your emotions, only hate. My children, I have come to tell you that-"
KERBLAM!!
BOOM!!
CRASSHHHH!!
"WHAT IS HAPPENING! EXPLAIN, FATHER, EXPLAIN!" Vanity looked desperately on Davros.
"It must be the Time Lords! We must evacuate, and exterminate their troops! EXTERMINATE!" The dried up grey raisin led the kids outside. Most of the adult Daleks had killed the Time Lord troops, but the kids were left to kill the rest. They had captured Dalek Blasters, turned into guns.
Omega was ecstatic that he finally got his first real kill. The Ood didn't count. Maim tried to kill one, anyone, but Omega and Vanity kept stealing, while Temperance scanned the Time Lords. While the others didn't even knew they regenerated after they were killed since they unleashed 3 rounds per Time Lord, 2 before their cells began to regenerate, and the other one before the cells even got to try, Temperance scanned them and found out that they did.
"WE MUST CONTINUE FIRING AT THE TIME LORDS 3 TIMES! I HAVE STUDIED THEM, AND AFTER FATAL INJURY, THEIR CELLS REGENERATE! WE MUST SHOOT THEM AS THEY REGENERATE TO FULLY KILL THEM!"
The others followed Temperance's advice. Maim crushed the skull of a Time Lord by plunging him. His first time lord kill and what did he do? He maimed him. He couldn't quite put his plunger on why he couldn't ever be competent as the others, but at least he got to kill a Time Lord, and it was FUN!
The others unleashed countless blasters, shouting Exterminate's! along the way. The Time Lords were terrified as these Middle Schooler Daleks were absolutely decimating their troops. The Commander ordered his soldiers to retreat.
"BACK UP! BACK UP EVERYBODY! BACK THE FU-"
EXTERMINATE!
ZZAPPPP!
"HAHA! TAKE THAT, IDIOT!" Omega was taking potshots at all the Time Lords he could kill. He had a kill count of 6 time lords. Six Time Lords. HOW COOL IS THAT?
Maim continued to use his plunger for kills. He had read plunger kills brought out more dopamine (the Daleks still felt happiness, but in a sick twisted way) than blaster kills since your victim squirms and screams. He maimed Time Lords and ladies alike.
Vanity was just running towards them, mad dashing towards any time lord she saw.
"UP THE STAIRS! It can't get up here, run, run!"
"YOU CAN'T RUN FROM MEEE!!" She began defying (m)gravity as she floated up the stairs. The soldiers tried to open the doors, but only a Dalek plunger could open it. They got killed quick.
The battle eventually ended with the Daleks as the victors, obviously. The troops were basically set up to be killed; Level 1 body armor, only the high ranking ones had Dalek Blaster Guns while the others were armed with Stasers, and most of the troops were undertrained. They didn't even know they were going to Skaro. If they were better prepared, and all of them had the proper equipment, six of them could have killed everybody there.
Davros walked up to the kids after the battle. He was proud of his little children. Their total body count was 12, combined. Omega did most of the heavy lifting, with six killed, Maim killed three, all with his plunger. He embraced his name fully, he found out he loved maiming people. Just like a teenager would find out he enjoys.. I shouldn't talk about that in a G rated fic. Vanity had two; she only managed to kill the two time lords in the stairs, although she did try to rush every single one she saw. Temperance only had once, and he killed him to see a regeneration in full form. He watched as the Time Lord fully regenerated from a black man to an Asian woman. Amazing. He then killed the Time Lady, and went into hiding to see the results of his study.
"Oh my Children.. you ARE real Daleks. I admit, I had my doubts. But you managed to prove you are worthy soldiers. Don't get excited, because emotion is a weakness, and also because you will have to continue your school year. We will have to go into a school in the planet Poosh, in the Mutter's Spiral."
[Time Lord Academy]
Time Lords have kids too, y'know? It isn't limited to only Gallifreyans. But the downside of Time Lords having babies is that.. well, they make Time Lords. Usually, Gallifreyans have to be CHOSEN to become a Time Lord/Lady. Gallifreyans aren't allowed to regenerate, too. So, sometimes, when you have a Time Lord baby, you end up making The Master since his mental health wasn't the greatest. So, they made a school to.. "filter out" the Time Lords. Those who complete 18 years of school will be allowed to continue being a Time Lord/Lady, but if you fail, you become a Gallifreyan.
Of course, officials abused this power. Rassilon failed any students that dared even thinking of disobeying him. After they make you a regular Gallifreyan, you are banned from entering the Capitol, which by extension means never getting to see your parents again. This is the class of 1981.
The Writer. He simply, does not give a shit, as the kids say. He's 238 years old, which is 13 in Gallifreyan. His Sonic Screwdriver resembles a pencil (The Writer? A pencil? Get it? You get it right?) and his clothes are a simple Earth T-shirt (He's really fond of the planet), the Doctor's scarf (huge fan of him), and Earth jeans. This is his 3rd regeneration. His causes of death are: Getting eye stabbed during heated dinner argument with little brother (1st regeneration was 135, male, upon time of death, and was charismatic, beautiful), he then turned into a woman. When he was bleeding out, he thought about how his life would have been if he was a girl. He didn't know about regeneration when he first died. Then, after a trip to Earth, Boston, she was shot to death after starting a gang war in the year 2012. She was thinking about going more diverse this time. The third regeneration, the one we have now, is brown, nearsighted, and a troublemaker, even more than his past gangsta girl one. When he really, really hated somebody he would take his Tardis to the time of death (which looked like a police box, you can tell who inspired that) and would kill the dying Lord/Lady with his Voltaic shocks that he got installed into his screwdriver (doesn't take that much scientific knowledge).
The Determinator. Son of Rassilon, yes that Rassilon. He's set to become the Commander of his father's army once he becomes 18. He's currently 252, 14 in Gallifreyan. His Sonic Screwdriver resembles a feather, which he says he'll use to write stuff once he becomes the Commander. His attire consists of a standard gallifreyan commander suit, especially tailored for him because of his father. This is his fifth regeneration. His First regeneration died during his first Tardis flight. He was flying it above Skaro, but he got shot down. He crash landed on Mondas, falling out of his Tardis doors as he didn't properly lock them, and promptly getting all of his bones shattered and getting fatal brain damage. His brain was mostly cured during his regeneration, mostly. His amygdala got badly damaged after the crash, and it was shrunk after all regenerations, effectively making him a psychopath. His second regeneration was killed after he got kicked off the Capitol's tower by an unknown, evil Time Lord. His third Regen was killed after he went onto Mondas again to retrieve his Tardis that he hadn't seen in years. By this time, the Mondasian Cyberman were fully developed, and he was electrocuted. He managed to drag himself into his TARDIS, where he went into the Time Vortex. This was his second most violent regeneration, his first one taking the number 1 spot. He stopped his TARDIS in the middle of the Vortex, unleashing lots and lots of Regeneration energy, but not as much energy than what he released on the surface of Mondas years ago. His Fourth died, but for a good reason. This regeneration, and all of his regenerations after had psychosis. He had delusions of ruling Gallifrey, even plotting to kill his father to take the throne early. He went into the Ood-Sphere, lots of years into the past. He enslaved the Ood, and founded the Ood Operations company. He made tons of money off of this. Eventually, his personal Ood electrocuted him, killing his Fourth Regeneration.
The Analyst. He dreams of becoming a scientist, like his Father. He hopes to develop the answer to the Dalek problem, and finally end this war, even if it means the total extermination of the Dalek race. He's currently 228, 13 in Gallifreyan. His Sonic Screwdriver vaguely resembles a test tube. His attire consists of an earth Gray t-Shirt, a lab coat, and glasses. This is his second regeneration. His first regeneration died when he was flying his TARDIS. He didn't really know the controls, this was only his second flight and this was a three man operated ship. When he took off, he forgot to latch onto something and split his skull open on the TARDIS controls. He was nice, although he was pretty no-nonsense, and hated the Daleks for killing his mother.
And finally, The Amazon. She's set to become a warrior among the Time Lords, she already knows how to use an Staser perfectly, both pistol and rifle modes, and knows how to throw hands if it comes down to it. Her Sonic Screwdriver, who she put some Laser modifications into it (also doesn't take that much scientific knowledge) resembles a small dagger. It even has a pointy edge. She's currently 247, 14 in Gallifreyan. This is her first regeneration.
This school was serious, every kid had to really, really focus if they wanted to pass and be a great Time Lord! They had to be smart. (The Analyst). Strong. (The Amazon). They had to be ambitious. (The Determinator). And very, very focused. Although there are some people who aren't. (The Writer)
But, Gallifreyan funds had been stolen from the Goverment. By the time they found the criminal, this clever random Gallifreyan had sent all the money to his friend at Earth. One Gallifreyan unit is 100$ USD on earth, and he sent them billions of them. He was executed, although he attempted regenerating.
They only had one option; They had to cut down an entire grade's school. Every single grade had their own school. That's how rich they were. Upon demolition, they gained lots of money back, but they had to send the Seventh graders somewhere else. Rassilon called all of the kids into his office to talk to them.
"Alright, you kids. I hear there was a school in the planet of Poosh. You will have to share with another race, but the classes will still be Time Lord appropriate. Just hope the other race you share with won't be Daleks, eh? Heh."
"I can't believe he cut down our fricking grade. I loved that school. And were gonna have to share with other people... fantastic!" The Analyst was frustrated.
"Hey, cheer up buddy! I say we go to Universal, 2025, on earth, and get this cool ass drink called a Butter beer on there. I heard it's cool." The Writer was trying to cheer him up. He was amoral; He would always go for the option that was the most fun. Stay at home, or go to war with three different factions? You know which one he's picking.
The Determinator was scheming. How could he exploit this? Could he enslave the other race? Thoughts.. thoughts...
Rasillon had all of the kids Type 40 TARDISES put into his Type 120 TARDIS, and he flew into Poosh. He had his men carry the TARDISES into the Classrooms. All of the kids were on a luxury hotel while they were waiting for the day the other race would show up.
Eventually, they were called from Rassilon.
"The other race has arrived. They seem intent on keeping themselves a secret, I don't know why. We have also decided on keeping our race a secret. Good luck, children."
The kids went into the school in Poosh, and then, their jaws fall on the floor once they see what the other race was.
And Ditto.
"YOU... TIME LORDS! FATHER! HELP US!" Maim rolled to Davros in fear, the other Daleks following, except Omega.
"So that's who the other race was... Hmph. You disgusting freaks of nature are lucky we are not able to exterminate you people." Davros was glaring at them with his third eye.
"I'm resisting the urge to kill all of you myself." The Amazon was gripping her Laser Screwdriver, fighting the urge to kill Davros, ditto with The Analyst. The Determiner's psychotic urges skyrocketed. Now THIS he could exploit. The Writer was open to the idea, despite the Daleks being the ultimate enemy of the Time lords. He didn't really care much about politics, and he thought being a Dalek would be fun. Imagine the adrenaline, killing everything, and everyone EVERY SINGLE DAY!
The Two races started at each other. They would be forced to co-exist, for an ENTIRE YEAR.