Once upon a time, there had been a brilliant man.
A man born into an age of war, an endless and eternal war. A war that had lasted over a thousand years. A war without end.
Who could say how the war between the Kaled and the Thal had started?
Only that it had started and that it had always been.
Who could say how that ancient war between the two races could end.
None who yet lived.
And that it was a bitter war.
One where no holds were held.
No mercy given.
That brilliant man, this Davros, had a vision. Many were the weapons used in that endless war. Radiant direct energy weapons, chemical weaponry, biological degrading horrors... all this and more had been used.
And yet, the war raged without end. Even as the two races were reduced to but two cities out of a world that had countless brilliant stars upon the five continents of Skaro in the long nights ere the endless war.
He foresaw that the mutation of the Kaleds would only continue with the weapons used. And thus, he accelerated the mutations, to see into the future and behold what it held for his people.
That vision was not pleasing, and yet, even in his despair, he forged a new destiny for the Kaleds. He took the sum of research, and made of them clones. Warriors bred and born, each imbued with the sum and totality of Kaled science and technology. Crafted for them Travel Machines, each armed with a gun stick and a manipulator.
And to them, he gave a new name.
Dalek.
For they were everything the Kaled had never been before that thousand year war. Philosopher Scientists, poets who spoke of mathematics as song and poems. The Dalek were warriors one and all, each a genius whose poetry of mathematics and science were devoted to the extinction of the Thals and for victory.
A victory over a ruined world.
But victory.
And so it came that the paradigm brought victory after victory for the Kaleds.
But else where, in the vast celestial heavens, another war raged beyond the ken of Kaleds, Thals and Daleks. A war that spanned from the dawn of time, when science and rationality was upheld by the Time Lords of Gallifrey and magic cast out of the universe, to the end when darkness and entropy ruled.
This eternal war raged without end.
And then, it ended.
With none who could claim victory.
The moment had come and had been used. In the name of peace and sanity, that war was ended.
And time splintered.
Desperation had the Thals do something they should haven't. Perhaps, something that no sane being would have done in normal circumstances.
But when one had no choice, then perhaps irrationality and magic could be of help.
And thus were the Ancient Enemies of Life called forth.
The Great Vampires of Old, rulers of the Dark between the stars.
Of the final battle for Skaro, there were no victor who could be counted to have been of Skaro. But the Vampires left the ruins of Skaro. Abandoned. Lifeless.
You were grounded on the far side of Skaro from the final battle... your energy banks drained, and you entered stasis-lock. Time passed, and your energy banks were recharged by the ambient radiation.
You have no name, for you are a Dalek. And Daleks have no names.
Your current resources amounted to your Mark 3 Travel Machine with a full charge of energy, the sum and totality of the Sciences, History and Philosophies of Kaled civilization. And the Dalek factory that you had been guarding before your emergency shut down.
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Dalek Civ Quest /// Paradise Lost
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What Do?
[X] Ask certain Tanuki to give up a quest and do this one?
[X] Hope certain Tanuki find more free time... somehow to do this quest?
[X] Look forlornly at this quest and suspect that you're being teased.