Chapter Four: Ten Years Gone and Same Old Tricks

Dalek Caan activated the Corridor Prototype. It was part of his plan to conquer the human race. His emergency temporal shift was random, at best. Properly tuned, the Time Corridor would take him to any time, anywhere, he wanted. The original Corridor, which had been housed in a London warehouse in 1984, was far away and long-since destroyed.

He was missing some vital components to make it work properly, and he wasn’t quite sure how he was going to come up with the equipment on 20^th century Earth.

What he needed was something that could break through the Time Vortex. Humankind just hasn’t come that far, yet, and that kind of technology hadn’t been stolen from the Time Lords like the Genesis Arc was.

Unless he could figure something out, he was going to be stuck on this primitive, backward planet and he knew from experience that he wasn’t completely invulnerable. A concentrated weapons fire could possibly exterminate him totally. As the last Dalek in existence, he couldn’t let that happen.

The Prototype Corridor hummed and buzzed, coming to life. Caan scanned the machinery as it operated. It was sufficient, however, without the components to break into the Time Vortex, he was still stranded on Earth. There has to be some way of replicating time travel technology on this accursed planet.

Caan swung his eyestalk to his slave, who was carrying large batteries over to the machinery.

“Slave,” he said as the Prototype powered down, “kneel before me!”

Tannen nearly dropped the battery. “Why?”

“You will obey!” Caan waggled his weapon threateningly. Tannen knelt, glaring at the Dalek. Pressing his manipulator arm to the human’s skull, he began scanning for any information he could use.

At first, there was nothing, and then…he saw it. A primitive human transportation device they called an “automobile”. He saw it rise up into the air on a cloud of steam, its wheels fold underneath it, and there were triple sonic booms as it disappeared.

That was it. That was exactly the kind of technology he needed. He scanned his slave’s memory for any information as to who owned that technology.

It was another human, one not well revered by the rest of his species. In fact, he associated with very few other humans. Taking the technology might prove easier than originally conceived.

End chapter four.

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