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DOCTOR WHO

REVELATION OF THE

DALEKS

Based on the BBC television serial by Eric Saward

JON PREDDLE

A TSV BOOK

published by

the New Zealand

Doctor Who Fan Club

A TSV Book

Published by the New Zealand Doctor Who Fan Club, 2007

New Zealand Doctor Who Fan Club

PO Box 7061, Wellesley Street,

Auckland 1141, New Zealand

www.doctorwho.org.nz

First published in 1992 by TSV Books

Second edition published 2000

Daleks created by Terry Nation

The BBC producer of Revelation of the Daleks was John Nathan-Turner, the

director was Graeme Harper

The role of the Doctor was played by Colin Baker

This is an unofficial and unauthorised fan publication. No profits have been

derived from this book. No attempt has been made to supersede the

copyrights held by the BBC or any other persons or organisations.

Reproduction of the text of this e-book for resale or distribution is prohibited.

Cover illustration by Alistair Hughes

Contents

1 Tranquil Repose 5

2 The Body Snatchers 13

3 Horror in the Catacombs 23

4 The Garden of Fond Memories 31

5 Come into My Parlour… 38

6 Death of a Chief Embalmer 46

7 Walking into a Trap 54

8 Judgement of the Daleks 61

Foreword

When Paul Scoones suggested that we republish Revelation of the Daleks eight years after

its first edition, I knew I would have to read the book to see what - if any - changes needed

to be made. I’ve never actually read the novel before, and I had to keep looking at the

name on the cover to remind me who the author was!

For those expecting a masterpiece along the lines of Ben Aaronovitch’s wondrous adap-

tation of Remembrance of the Daleks - you’re going to be disappointed. There are only two

ways to write a Doctor Who novelisation - the proper way and the Terrance Dicks way.

There are no prizes for guessing whose style I have tried to imitate!

I’ve made some minor changes to the original text, just a few tweaks and adjustments

here and there, plus a little cleaning up to clarify some points of continuity. The main addi-

tion however is the inclusion of chapter titles. Apart from these alterations, what you hold

here is essentially the same book as the 1992 version.

See you in another eight years for the third edition, perhaps?

Jon Preddle

February 2000

Revelation:

1. disclosing of knowledge to Man by divine or supernatural agency

2. striking disclosure revealing some fact

- Concise Oxford Dictionary (Seventh Edition)

Davros: ‘My mistake was making them totally ruthless. It restricted their

ability to cope with creatures who relied not only on logic but

instinct and intuition. That is a factor I wish to correct.’

The Doctor: ‘And compassion? Are they to be programmed for that?’

Davros: ‘If they will learn to recognise the strength that can be drawn

from such an emotion.’

Resurrection of the Daleks

Tranquil Repose

The ancient Egyptians considered the pyramid to be the symbol of rebirth and resurrection.

Appropriately enough, Tranquil Repose was based on this concept. Its twin pyramids were

a familiar landscape to those who lived on Necros, the seventh planet in the Pherra system.

Sufferers of incurable diseases came from far and wide to use Tranquil Repose’s unique

services. The process was simple: one’s body was placed in a sealed casket and frozen.

Revival would be guaranteed once the cure to the ailment was found. But this luxury did

not come cheap. Only those of great wealth and influence could afford the treatment. De-

spite this, Tranquil Repose still managed to draw in customers.

The Pherran colonies - established centuries ago in the early Thirtieth century - had ob-

tained independence from Earth control. The Earth had been too busy fighting in the Dalek

Wars and the people of Pherra did not want to get involved - the Daleks had not been seen

in this sector of the galaxy for some time; they were at the outer frontiers concentrating

their forces against the Movellans who had developed a virus that was killing Daleks in

their thousands.

But the colonies were having problems of their own. Famine was of major concern to

the planetary governments. Vast factories were working on overload trying to process

enough food to feed the starving people but there was still never enough. Things began to

take a turn for the worse. But then he came.

A supply freighter to Necros had dropped off a capsule that had been found adrift in

space. Inside was a man. He was being kept alive, but only just, by a complex life-support

system. In exchange for medical assistance and laboratory facilities, he promised the peo-

ple of Tranquil Repose the use of his skills and knowledge to find a solution to the food

shortage. His greatest discovery was the base ingredient for a protein extract, the formula

for which he refused to reveal.

His achievements in this field, and in finding cures for many of the diseases, earned him

the prestigious title of the Great Healer. The people of Necros were happy. The Great

Healer had boosted the reputation of Tranquil Repose ten-fold. Its services were now in

much greater demand. Bookings for the current season alone were greater than they had

ever been! But the people of Tranquil Repose were hardly prepared for the day the Daleks

came.

They emerged from the Great Healer’s laboratories in force. He announced that he was

taking over the running of the complex. The Necrosians were powerless to resist his de-

mands. But these Daleks were not the great threat they were expecting. Confined to the

lower levels, they rarely ventured beyond the disused chambers beneath the complex. The

Great Healer had instructed them to remain close to him.

Despite the presence of Daleks, it was business as usual at Tranquil Repose...

It was day-break on Necros. The burning yellow sun rose behind the twin peaks of Tran-

quil Repose. Elongated shadows formed by the points of the towers crept across the snow-

covered ground like a giant sundial.

Inside the complex there was a hive of activity. Attendants, identically clad in blue tu-

nics, hurried about concerned only with their duties. Today was an important day for them.

The busiest section of Tranquil Repose was the main ceremonial Hall. It was here that

arrangements were being made for a very important occasion. The Hall was located on

Level One of the complex. Branching out from here, like the spokes of a large bicycle

wheel, were the many service corridors leading to the freezing chambers, of which there

were seven levels deep underground. The Hall was decorated with a number of narrow

pedestal urns bearing purple flowers.

Towards the rear was a raised dais, upon which was a marble altar. On this lay the body

of a woman. The body was dressed in a decorative golden robe, the face hidden beneath a

golden mask. Around it was an arrangement of the purple flower. Two men were attending

to the corpse; one was checking the flowers, the other dusting the death-mask.

Jobel made the finishing touches to the mask with a final stroke of his brush. ‘Lovely,

lovely, lovely,’ he said with approval. ‘Absolutely lovely.’

Jobel was the Chief Embalmer. Although he only held the second highest position at

Tranquil Repose, Jobel liked to think he was in charge. A short dumpy man, his wide face

was accentuated by a large walrus moustache. He was a vain man; his bald head was hid-

den by an ill-fitting toupee. He loved the ladies and also himself.

‘You’ve excelled yourself, Mr Takis,’ he added. ‘You really have.’

Adjusting the pince-nez spectacles on his nose, Jobel smiled at his companion. Like

Jobel, Takis was bald, but did not hide the fact. To make up for the lack of hair on his

head, he had a full beard. Affixed to his lapel was one of the purple blooms. Takis was in

charge of flowers at Tranquil Repose. Like many of the workers at Tranquil Repose, Takis

also had a second duty; he was also one of the security officers.

‘Thank you, Mr Jobel,’ Takis replied. Takis took his work very seriously; his flair with

flowers was widely acclaimed.

Jobel moved away from the body, and descended the steps into the main Hall. ‘This

will be the finest Perpetual Instatement that I have ever made,’ he continued. ‘Provided of

course that the witch doesn’t crumble to dust before we get her underground.’

‘Not with you in charge, Mr Jobel,’ said a squeaky voice behind him. He turned to see

Tasambeker standing on the dais. She was a short, plump woman, not at all attractive. In

fact, Jobel despised her. She was always following him around, always at his heels like an

obedient dog.

‘That was supposed to be a joke,’ he explained.

‘I’m sorry, Mr Jobel,’ she mumbled.

Jobel turned to Takis. ‘This one thinks with her knuckles,’ he laughed.

He made his way across the Hall with Takis following behind. ‘Today will go down in

funerary history, Takis. Everyone will want our services now.’

Takis could detect the pride in his boss’s voice. He cast his eyes back to the body be-

hind him. This was Ronya, the late wife of President Vargos. Vargos was the President of

Earth. Although Necros was no longer under Earth control, the President had wanted his

wife to be interred here at Tranquil Repose. It was a great honour for them.

‘Let’s get today over with first, Mr Jobel,’ advised Takis.

‘Always the cautious one, Takis. But you’re absolutely right, of course.’

A man approached them from an adjoining corridor, and whispered something in

Takis’s ear. This was Lilt, Takis’s assistant. Like Takis, Lilt had a beard, but he had a full

head of blond hair. Takis asked to be excused.

Jobel nodded and turned to enter his preparation room and office, which was situated in

a little annex off the Hall. His way, however, was blocked by Tasambeker, standing where

she always did, at his heels.

‘What do you want?’ he bellowed. ‘You’re always under my feet.’

‘I’m sorry, Mr Jobel. I was told to inform you that surveillance has picked up the Presi-

dent’s space craft.’

‘Oh good. Let’s hope they’re on time. She’s starting to froth. And we know what that

leads to. Thank goodness the casket is lead-lined.’

Jobel stepped into the centre of Hall and clapped his hands loudly. The Attendants who

were milling about stopped to listen to his announcement.

‘I want to see you all in fresh tunics and full funerary makeup before the President ar-

rives. We don’t want the poor thing uncertain who the corpse is, do we?’ He paused, wait-

ing for the laughter he expected at his little joke. Disappointed at the response, he dis-

missed the workers and retreated into his office.

Tasambeker sighed heavily as the door closed behind him. She turned to see Takis,

arms folded, looking at her.

‘What are you staring at?’ she demanded.

‘You’re wasting your time there. He’s not interested in you.’ Her infatuation with Jobel

was widely known within the walls of Tranquil Repose. It was the subject of gossip in the

staff rooms.

‘Get on with your work!’ she shouted, and ran into a corridor.

Takis laughed at her plodding figure, and left the Hall.

Apart from the body on the altar, the Hall was now empty. The double doors from the

reception room slowly opened. A man dressed in an Attendant’s uniform entered, and

looked cautiously about him. He could have easily passed as an Attendant, but the machine

gun hanging from his shoulder was not part of the standard uniform. He also carried a

small metal case. On a thin cord around his neck hung a silver flask. He was followed by

an attractive brown-haired woman, also dressed as an Attendant, who carried a small laser

pistol. She had a determined look on her face.

Having ascertained that the way was clear, Grigory beckoned Natasha on. They crossed

the Hall to another set of doors at the opposite end. Cautiously he opened them. There was

no one in the corridor. They continued on their way. Having got this far, there was no turn-

ing back now...

In a chamber beneath Tranquil Repose, a complex array of scanners and monitoring de-

vices hummed with activity. A screen lit up showing the Pherran star-system. A green blip

appeared, moving towards the centre of the screen. A squat white form watched, its eye-

stalk taking in the information flashing up in the screen. The creature raised its sucker-like

arm and activated a control. On another scanner, the view of a wooded hillside appeared.

Something was slowly taking shape. The Dalek continued its observation of the hill as a

blue box took form...

A white mist drifted slowly across the snow covered hill. The early morning silence was

suddenly broken by a shrill grating sound that burst from nowhere. On top of the hill

which overlooked a small lake, a tall blue box appeared. As suddenly as the sound had

started, it ended as the box stabilised and settled on the knoll. A door opened, releasing a

billowing cloud of steam as a small figure emerged.

Peri took a bite from the sweet roll she was holding as she stepped out from the warm

interior of the TARDIS into the cold. She wore a thick blue jacket and black trousers, with

a matching blue beret on her head. It offered little protection against the sudden chill that

hit her. She shivered and looked around her, blinking at the glare of the whiteness. ‘I don’t

believe it,’ she mumbled. ‘What a dump.’

She noticed the lake and, trying hard to keep her balance in the slippery snow, she made

her way down to its edge. She gazed into the black uninviting water. Lumps of ice floated

on the surface.

‘With my luck I’ll probably fall in.’ The last thing she wanted was to get wet. She took

another bite of the roll and screwed her face up in distaste. Tossing the remains into the

water she watched as it bobbed on the surface.

The door of the TARDIS opened again, and the Doctor stepped out. The colourful

clothes he wore during this incarnation were hidden by a heavy blue cloak that came down

to his feet. He inhaled deeply at the chilly air, and exhaled with satisfaction. Spotting his

companion down by the water, he spread his cloak out like a pair of giant wings.

‘How do I look?’ he asked.

She turned to him - and her eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of the giant

‘peacock’ standing by the TARDIS.

‘More comfortable than I feel,’ she complained. ‘This thing I’m wearing is too tight.’

She pulled at the constricting collar of her jacket.

‘You eat too much,’ declared the Doctor, making his way down the icy slope with little

difficulty.

‘Hardly,’ she replied. ‘I’ve just given my lunch to the fish.’ She indicated the floating

blob in the water.

The Doctor gazed around them. There was no sign of life in any direction.

‘Can’t I change into something more comfortable?’ she whined.

‘Certainly not!’ he snapped. ‘Blue is the official colour of mourning on Necros; and

women’s legs are to be covered at all times.’

‘Sounds positively feudal.’

‘It’s polite - and not to say safer - to honour local customs. You should know that by

now.’

‘But I don’t even know this guy we’ve come to see.’

The Doctor shot her a glance. ‘Guy?! Guy?!’ he bellowed. ‘You are talking about Pro-

fessor Arthur Stengos. One of the finest agronomists in this galaxy.’

Peri looked at the ground. ‘I’m sorry,’ she whispered. ‘I’m even more sorry that he’s

dead, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m uncomfortable.’

Unnoticed by them, a yellow claw-like hand rose from the water and hovered over the

floating remains of Peri’s food. The fingers closed around it, and the hand shot back be-

neath the surface, sending up a small splash.

Peri turned at the sound. ‘What was that?’

‘Do you want me to find out?’ the Doctor asked.

‘N-n-no,’ she stammered. She shivered again, this time from fear and not the cold -

which was turning her face bluer than her coat.

Suddenly the lake exploded - a great fountain of water splashing over the Doctor and

Peri, soaking them both. They watched as the water continued to boil with great fury and

eventually subside.

‘Poor old thing,’ the Doctor said. He turned to Peri accusingly. ‘I’ve warned you before

about feeding animals.’

‘That was my lunch!’ she cried. If some aquatic life-form had died from consuming her

snack, what could it have done to me, she wondered. ‘That’s the last time I eat one of your

nut roast rolls!’

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