#I'm sorry he's so mean to Blueton

[theaccursedninth]

Explain. He should have expected such an answer. Daleks were about as dense as the armor encasing their fragile organic bodies. Very well then.

The old Time Lord frowned, watching the tin can carefully. His hand never wandered far from his blaster, nestled comfortably in its holster by his side. One wrong move, that's all it'll take. One wrong move and lights out.

"I mean," Mal--the Doctor began slowly. "That you're smaller than I remember. Weaker. Pathetic," he added, emphasizing the last word with teeth. So many centuries had he spent running from the planet Skarro. So many spent fretting and fighting and losing by their bleeding hands--errr, eye sockets. He blew up his whole fucking world the first go-round to end a war against them! And for what? Why? How easy would it have been to go in and wipe the lot of them out from the start? What good was time travel if it didn't work in their favor?

“You’re not… how I thought you’d be.” From the Doctor - theaccursedninth

“Explain?” The eyestalk swung around to examine the stranger. The broken down laboratory the Doctor had found themself in down here under the New York City streets seemed to be pieced together primarily via stolen alien technology. The blue tin can itself, seemed to be busy working on maintaining a… weapon? No, it was too delicate to be a weapon. A life support system? More likely as there were partially created Dalek casings littered around the lab’s room.

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