#onebluedalek

[theaccursedninth]

@onebluedalek asked for a starter with an old...friend.

Ah, Malekith thought, as he ducked out from inside his ship. Earth hasn't changed much over the last few years. True, there'd be a bit of a purging problem that needed tending to (so he'd heard tell) but the skies were still grey and the air still a mix of moisture and smog and just a touch of a chill in the air. The architecture too, looked more or less the same as any other human city, although it had been a very, very long time since he'd set foot in New York.

The Old Time Lord twisted around, just enough to lock his vessel with a hands-free key he'd fashioned for himself: sleek and square and the color of obsidian. Hm. He'd have to make a note to visit the islands before he left the planet.

He paused then, debating with himself if leaving a very noticeably alien ship out in the open like this. He'd heard of far stranger things happening since he'd last visited but at the same time...humans never learn. Ah well. Maybe they'd think it some sort of commemorative monument. It looked more or less like something from...what was his name...Welles, I think? Yes. One his novels. Only where most classic Midgardian literature fancied the stereotypical flying saucer, his looked more like, well...like a block. A big, black block with a smaller block on top from which he typically navigated the ship. Just big enough for an Old Time Lord and his adventures, whatever they may be.

Perhaps leaving it here would be just...fine? Malekith paused, ears picking up the sounds of voices from not too far away. He frowned, turning towards them and--yes, there were voices now, along with a couple of humans who looked anything but pleased with the situation.

Welcome home, you old fool.

[drummingncise]

@onebluedalek liked for a starter!!

The Master takes one look at the being before him and cocks his head, the smirks. "You're new. Different."

[jewishjanetandco]

@onebluedalek // toymaker starter call!

"I will not be playing with something who refuses to show me their face," the ageless entity affects a refined British accent as he regards the tin creature. "I could just as easily melt your casing!"

[dalek-nota]

The Supreme Dalek turned its great eyestalk towards the much younger humanoid. He had gotten reports of the Cult of Skaro’s re-entrance from the void- but the Daleks had not reported back to the empire. The last known location from their readings was on Earth- an unfortunate place as it was well known to be protected via the Dalek’s greatest enemy.

“Report to me, immediately.” Came the low thundering tone of the Dalek Supreme.

-onebluedalek

Nota looked up from cleaning her Dalek gunstick when her father beckoned her over, she retracted her weapon back into her bionic arm before getting up and walking over "What is it?" she questioned, glancing to the screen he had been looking at and frowning "isn't that Earth?" she had heard of the planet since it was where she had originally come from, but that had only been for the first four months of her life.

[eightandonly]

Old enemies new roads (closed rp)

The Doctor had picked up a strange signal radiating from Earth and had to investigate. It was a strange signal that he could not figure out if it was a trap or someone who desperately needed help. The message was garbled and seemed a mix of alien and human language. 

Once he had arrived on Earth it was dark and dreary as the sun had set. He left the Tardis locked on the side of the road as he walked down a very quiet street. He felt a strange sense of déjà vu as he heard something down a back alley of a street. It was hard to make out but the hairs on his arms were standing on end for some reason. “Hello? you set a distress signal” he said walking towards it before stopping dead in his tracks. 

[likeacharacterinamusical]

She downed half of the coffee in one go, not wincing even though her her throat and chest burned and her hearts pounded in her face. "Can I have another?" she asked the barista. "Paid more than enough, haven't I? Plus a tip. Americans like those, don't they?"

The barista stared at her for some moments before walking off towards the back room in search of their manager. Upon their return, they began to make a second of her previous order, which they handed over with wide eyes.

With a coffee cup in either hand, the Doctor walked over to a table in the far corner, gesturing for Olesia to follow.

"Don't need to rest," she finally said. "I've enough caffeine here to last a month."

She took a thoughtful sip of her latte.

"Do need to find the TARDIS before your lot get to it, though."

The blonde Doctor stood staring off into nothing, her brows furrowed and one hand raised to her forehead.

She had been---

She had been--

Whatever she had been doing had disappeared like mist from her mind and she sank down onto a nearby bench, buried her head in her hands, and cried.

[musesreunite]

(@onebluedalek)

Onboard an extraterrestrials resource vessel a particular man was being stalked. The vessel’s normal crew would have no way of knowing what was going on along the enclosed street ways crowded with alone species reading goods and services. Every scan on incoming and outgoing person’s seemed normal. No weapons, no banned species, just your usual humanoids moving too and fro.

Unfortunately for Nomad, the target of this particular hunt, the puppets that were now tailing him were very well camouflaged in the mass of aliens gathering their resources for trips into the galaxy away from their homes. As he was bartering with one salesmen he would be approached from behind. With the sensation of a gun being pressed to the curve of his back, they would introduce themselves.

“Do not move.” They whispered softly, the voice being oddly… Human in nature.

@onebluedalek

Nomad froze in place, feeling the gun pressed against his back. He dropped the items he had in his hands, trying to turn his head to see who was behind him. Keeping as calm as he could, even though he was thrown off guard.

"Alright, you got me." He muttered in a soft tone to the other. Not wanting to cause panic with the people around him. He didn't want anyone to get hurt because he would do something stupid. "Tell me what you want."

[theshotgunsailor]

My second custom dalek! Jester in his NSD look inspired by @onebluedalek ‘s universe and designs! Bottom image also features a custom by @xendiyatrix , younger Jester arguing with older AU Jester over having replaced their original casing X3

[cybron2166]

Fanart for @onebluedalek hope u enjoy!

[jennymaltzurrak]

Like the Dalek before her, although she didn’t know it she wondered too why he was being so kind if his species wasn’t exactly known for it. It didn’t seem like normal. But she only had met him. So what did she really know. “How would I spot a ship that Carrie’s your kind? So I can avoid them faster if at all possible.” She asks wondering if he would tell her. She knew many other alien kinds that would refuse to. She hoped to find somewhere that could take off the cyber controller, now that she had a lead to do so.

@onebluedalek

Flying in the endless void of space made it easy for someone with little to do to but to rest especially after a grueling task, she was doing just that when the alarm of a ship fast approaching pinged and she woke up instantly hitting buttons to avoid collision. She then requests for communication, hoping to apologize and have bygones be bygones.

[theaccursedninth]

Does your Doctor like the look of a Dalek’s tendrils?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

"Yeah...no, fat chance a' that. A Dalek out of its casing looks like gum you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe. I suppose that's what they are, in a way: the chewed up, discarded remains of a dead race, clinging to the underbelly of the universe. Only difference is, that old piece of gum won't exterminate you on sight...unless you're daft enough to eat it."

@onebluedalek

[xendiyatrix]

@onebluedalek

[jewishjanetandco]

@onebluedalek

"I am Dal-ek Thay," it intoned, gun stick twitching as it regarded the other. Such a bold casing must make it impossible to camouflage. Further, it wondered how the other's existence had gone unnoticed for so long; the other members of the Cult, were they still alive, had not been seen for some centuries, leaving Thay to wander about on its own.

"You will i-den-ti-fy!"

[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.

@theaccursedninth

[alex-the-moss]

Btw it’s remember, remember the Dalek December now! I want to participate in the challenge

at least partially, I just don’t have enough time for it these days.

Anyway, Happy winter everyone even if it’s not winter season for you !

[askdalekred]

“I’m here to listen. talk to me.”. (Onebluedalek)

“Usually Daleks wouldn’t talk to a traitor of their own race..” Red says to Blueton “But alright..”