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Dr Who: Diary of a Perfect Occupation.

November 21st, 2157.

Kali, the blue skinned, four armed Asian goddess of time and destruction, wearing a garland of desiccated screaming human faces, flashing golden knives caesarean sectioning the mutant Octopus things out of their travel units by the score, butchering these Octopi into dozens of bloody links. The Dalek Fleet nukes Kali from orbit; it’s the only way to be sure. Dalek Archivists sifting through the strike zone reveals that “Kali” had been a robot of indeterminate design and origin.
 
November 31st , 2157.

This is the moment in Dalek History that Future Daleks, along with an army of Ogrons, decided that the war turned and the occupation failed and this is the defining moment to turn things around and ensure the complete domination of the Earth for the next ten million years, with a subtle temporal nudge, by brutally murdering less than 10 thousand select specific humans. Of course Thal temporal commandos followed them back and the two sides of this future conflict fought hard through the streets of modern day post apocalyptic New York, that had been retrofitted into a Dalek prison camp, creating wholesale collateral damage along the way. The Thals only barely wavered from killing humans who were white and blond, any other colour skin palate instinctually need to be put out of their misery.
 
December 1st, 2157.

The supreme commander of the remaining human military assets, defender of the solar system, Generalissimo Lytton, is captured by the Black Dalek. Lytton’s artificial biology is a weapon that will change the face of the war if these Cave-Daleks can crack him, and mass fabricate Dalek Human Duplicates. Which is as soon as 3 months, tops, if they notice that he is "different".
 
December 2nd, 2157.

Sorry I think I forgot to mention why the time squad of future Daleks set themselves on the New York Subway system 2158. The Great Intelligence was back, where his Yeti were just ripping eye stalks off poor innocent Daleks minding their own business ruthlessly ruling the continent of North of America. The Great Intelligence hacked the Dalek information net and strewn complete chaos amid their perfectly orderly online civilization, holding a knife to planet Earth’s throat. Daleks couldn’t even fly anymore because they couldn’t trust their satnav, gps or air traffic control. Trying to fly might as well be swallowing a blaster by the hot end of the barrel for at least the next decade. What the hell is a Dalek, as a Dalek, philosophically, if it can’t fly?
 
December 5th, 2157.

Displaced in time, Professor Bernice Summerfield napalms half a billion acres of wind turbines in Australia, diverting the Dalek’s attention from a fleet of Alpha Centauran Cargo ships intent on liberating 15 million miniaturized slaves waiting in Eastern Europe for the decisive moment to flee.
 
December 8th, 2157.

The Daleks chase the Monk’s TARDIS through realspace to AXOS. 50 ships are caught in AXOS’ timeloop effectively forever, but one saucer escapes with a sample of Axonite.
 
December 11th , 2157.

A giant robot with a giant disintergrator gun, totally 1980s UNIT tech, is throwing Dalek Saucers like frisbees, smashing Berlin to dust. Reverse engineering the simple Earth tech, in defense of their realm, a giant Dalek wrestles the Giant Robot into submission with it’s plunger sucker.
 
December 14th, 2157.

Victory Atlantis Day! The Atlanteans bent the knee, consigned to live and probably die under a Dalek sun. They put up a good fight, but once the Daleks actually built special weapons that would work 2 miles down under the sea, it was really only a matter of time. Of course the Daleks despite conditioning and programming and restrictive emotion limiting brain surgery were actually jubilant to find a very deep shaft, that went almost all the way down to the Earth’s core, which is just a fricking amazing stroke of luck that was the least they could ask for from the Dalek Gods. Whoppee! The barely finished maw in the North is ten years away from finding the depths that this Atlantean hole already had waiting for them, for decades. Result!
 
December 15th, 2157.

K9 had been buried with Clyde Langer. After a decade living together as buddies, they started banging, and fell in love. So when Clyde died of natural causes 40 years later, K9 died on the inside and crawled into Cylde’s coffin to resonate his pain, nestled in the decaying bosom of his boo. Every 25 years, K9 woke up for 15 minutes to make sure the World was still there, assess how much his heart ached, and then went back to sleep for another quarter century. Trying to logon to the cemeteries wifi, 2157 scared the hell out of K9, when what K9 found himself logged onto instead was the Dalek Information Net, nattering about slave labour and extermination camps.
 
December 20th , 2157.

10 year old David Campell derails a train full or Daleks, and nuclear waste. The Daleks die crashing into a human tenement. 12 thousand human surfs die from the glittering radioactive fire. David is now infertile and will not live long enough to see 23.
 
December 22nd, 2157.

The Axonite powered drill penetrating towards core depths from the new base-camp inside the walls of the mighty Atlantis is revealed as not one but two very critical traps. The Atlantean shaft was never meant to arrive at the core, it just wanted to drain the oceans and destroy the world. As the Oceans began to drain the Daleks panicked and nuked Atlantis from orbit, It’s the only way to be sure, but the Axonite absorbed the atomic yield, growing like a massive cancerous pustule, a thousand stories in every direction, assimilating the Daleks and filling in the shaft until it’s like no one had ever started digging, which as it turns out, is an anchor. An Anchor that Axos can use to reel itself out of the time hole it’s been rooted in for the last 2 centuries almost.
 
December 24th, 2157.

The Dalek Fleet engages Santa Claus. They try to nuke him from orbit, it should be the only way to be sure, but those reindeer are really quite fast, even if that one bugger with red blinker out front makes a fine target. Somehow despite half a million of years of evolution into the perfect killing machines, they caught Santa alive and the creatures bridled to his sleigh too, all of which were soon found by Dalek interrogators to be robots of indeterminate design and origin.
 
January 1st, 2158.

The human Resistance with the help of Movellan facilitators recaptures the Moon. The graviton device on the Moonbase, used primarily for Earthican weather control is retuned to working order and super charged with advanced Movellan technology. The human Resistance ring in the new year by throwing hundreds of Dalek Saucers at earth locked Dalek compounds and installations, or throwing Dalek tanks, compounds or installations at thousands of Dalek saucers in orbit, trying desperately to figure out who the enemy is and where to nuke them, the Daleks flail and open fire on nothing in particular hoping maybe they’ll get lucky. Unfortunately the inevitable yet unexpected betrayal by the resistance’s robotic allies was swift and brutal. Limb extraction is easy if you’ve basically a forklift with fingers. The Movellans alternative and superior plan was to use the Graviton to propel the moon into the Earth, destroying both, foiling the Dalek’s master plan. Fortunately for the Daleks, the human resistance rallied, scarified themselves, blew up the moon base, and all hands perished, fleshy hands and metal hands alike.
 
January 3rd, 2158.

The Dalek Interrogation of Santa Claus steps up a notch. They start killing Reindeer, one by one, until he talks. It doesn’t work. Old Saint Nick puts the Daleks on his naughty list. They’ll get theirs next Christmas Eve. They all get coal.
 
January 7th, 2158.

The Dalek assault on AXOS is relentless, although missile yield is actually quite nourishing. AXOS is consuming Africa. 100s of Trillions of tons of vegetation, soil and wildlife. Maybe a few thousand people who escaped from Dalek Work Camps were sucked up too, but loose people are a rarity these days when the total extermination of all non-Dalek life in the Universe, is always a thrilling hobby embraced by every living Dalek. AXOS however is conservative and moderate. It only takes not much than it needs to make its way across space to its next meal. So that in 20 million years when its back this way again, that Earth will be alive still to present a tit to suck.
 
January 15th, 2158.

A cyber raiding party cruises by Earth for Spare parts. They blow a wall off the side of a massive factory, kill a dozen Robomen to get to the fresh meat in the slave pens, only to come face to claw with hundreds of Ice warriors chained to rows of milking machines. The Cybermen apologised after a fashion because “Martians are not like us” and retreat before the Dalek fleet locks onto their position from orbit.
 
January 25th, 2158.

A weird new “plague” started spreading through London. No one was dying, at least not yet, but no one was sleeping either. The other symptom to this weird malady was a large red spot on subject’s neck.
 
February 14th, 2158.

“Exterminate!”

The Dalek death rays, dozens of Dalek Death rays over lapping and concentrating their kill radius are pushed a thousand years into the future, never making a lick of contact with the War Chief. “I am making a Zoo.”

“Exteminate!”

The colour of air inverts, which is superficial, so the War Chief continues “I want to find the greatest periods of war on this planet and create exhibits for the greater universe to adore and celebrate.”

“Exterminate, exterminate!”

A billion ergs of murder energy continues to miss its target “It is my policy to approach the leaders of each temporal zone, and seek permission to harvest participants for my wargames, and offer suitable compensation for the inconvenience. Everything is above board.”

“Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!”

The War Chief bows out of this very one sided conversation, since he has a meeting with Kaiser Wilhelm 145 years ago, that may go more to his liking, god willing.
 
February 19th, 2158.

Santa and Lytton were sharing a cell. They knew the Daleks were listening, which is the only reason they were still alive.

“If we can get to my sleigh, we’ll have nothing to worry about.”

“We have to get out of this room first.”

“See that vent up there?”

Lytton squints, “That’s a vent? It’s on the smallish side.”

“I spend all night once a year clambering up and down billions of chimneys a fraction the size of that, we’ll do fine.”
 
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