021 - Doctor Who and the Destiny of the Daleks

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Landing on an apparently devastated planet, the Doctor

and Romana make a horrifying discovery.

The planet is Skaro, home-world of the Daleks.

The Daleks are excavating in order to find and revive

Davros, the mad, crippled, scientific genius who first

created them. They hope that he will give them the

scientific superiority to break the deadlock with their

Movellan enemies.

Faced once more with the deadly and seemingly

indestructible Daleks, the Doctor's wits and strength are

stretched to their very limits...

ISBN 0 426 20096 9

DOCTOR WHO AND THE

DESTINY OF THE DALEKS

Based on the BBC television serial by Terry Nation by arrangement

with the British Broadcasting Corporation

TERRANCE DICKS

published by

The Paperback Division of

W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd

CONTENTS

1 The Dead City

2 Underground Evil

3 The Daleks

4 The Movellans

5 Slaves of the Daleks

6 Escape

7 The Secret of the Daleks

8 The Prisoner

9 The Hostages

10 The Bait

11 Stalemate

12 Suicide Squad

13 Blow-up

14 Departure

A Target Book

Published in 1977

by the Paperback Division of W. H. Allen & Co. Ltd.

A Howard & Wyndham Company

44 Hill Street, London W1X 8LB

Broadcasting Corporation

Daleks created by Terry Nation

Printed in Great Britain by

Cox & Wyman Ltd, Reading

ISBN 0426 11244 X

This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of

trade or otherwise, be lent, re-sold, hired out or otherwise circulated

without the publisher's prior consent in any form of binding or

cover other than that in which it is published and without a similar

condition including this condition being imposed on the subsequent

purchaser.

The Dead City

Through the vortex, that mysterious region where time and

space are one, sped a police box that was not a police box at all. It

was, in fact, a highly sophisticated space/time ship called the

TARDIS, a name taken from its initials, Time and Relative

Dimensions in Space.

Inside its impossibly large control room (for the TARDIS was

dimensionally transcendental) was a many-sided central console.

Beside it a very tall man with a shock of curly hair was making

minute adjustments to the larynx of a robot dog.

The robot dog was called K9, and the man trying to repair it

was that mysterious traveller in time and space known as the Doctor.

He wore loose, comfortable clothing, topped off with a broad-

brimmed floppy soft hat, and an incredibly long multi-coloured scarf.

He was muttering crossly as he worked. 'How can a robot possibly

get laryngitis? What do you need it for?'

Naturally enough poor K9 didn't reply. Without looking up the

Doctor yelled, 'Romana!'

A girl came into the room, carrying, with some difficulty, a

full-length mirror on a stand. 'Yes, Doctor?'

The Doctor looked up and blinked in astonishment. The girl

who had answered his call wasn't the girl he expected. Or at least she

didn't look like the girl he expected. 'Sorry, I thought you were

Romana. Have you seen her? And anyway, what are you doing here?'

'Regenerating. Do you like it?'

'Nonsense, only Time Lords regenerate, and you're not a Time

Lord. You're the Princess Astra, and we left you back on Atrios.' The

Doctor remembered his manners. 'It's very nice to see you again,

Princess Astra, but how did you get into the TARDIS? Did you stow

away?'

'Doctor, I'm Romana, I tell you.' The girl set up the mirror in a

corner and began studying her reflection thoughtfully.

The Doctor stared at her. The face and the body were Princess

Astra's, even the voice, but there was something else... The essence,

the personality was that of Romana. The Doctor realised that he was

indeed looking at his Time Lady companion in the body of Princess

Astra, or to be more accurate, in a body exactly like it.

The explanation was simple enough, at least to the Doctor.

Time Lords had the power of bodily regeneration, the ability to

change a damaged or worn out body for a new one by a unique and

complex process of molecular readjustment. Although they weren't

immortal, they went through a considerable number of reincarnations

in the course of their amazingly long lives.

What surprised the Doctor was not the mere fact of Romana's

regeneration, but the seeming casualness with which she was treating

the occasion—not to mention the degree of regeneration control she

seemed able to exercise.

The Doctor's own regenerations had been rather haphazard

affairs, usually in response to some kind of crisis, and the bodies he'd

acquired had been very much a matter of pot luck.

Romana, on the other hand, seemed to be changing bodies as

casually as she might have changed her dress. Except that the body

she'd finished up with was a direct copy of someone else's. The

Doctor frowned, remembering that in a purely academic sense,

Romana's qualifications from the Time Lord Academy were rather

higher than his own. No doubt that accounted for her superior

control.

Rather reprovingly he said, 'You can't wear that body!'

'Why not? I thought it looked very nice on the Princess.'

'You can't go around wearing copies!'

'Well, I don't see why not.' Romana gave a twirl in front of the

mirror, studying the effect of the new body and the new dress she'd

chosen to go with it. 'I mean, it would be a bit embarrassing if she

and I both turned up at the same party wearing identical bodies, but

as we're not going back to Atrios again...'

The Doctor shook his head. 'No!' he said firmly. 'It just won't

do. Go and try another one, go on.'

Romana sniffed indignantly, and marched out.

The Doctor went on working. Some time later a very small girl

came in, and posed in front of the mirror. 'I quite like this one, but it's

a bit short.'

The Doctor spoke without looking up. 'Well, go away and

lengthen it.'

The small girl went out. For a time the Doctor was able to get

on with his work in peace.

The peace ended when someone else strode heavily into the

room. The Doctor addressed the silent K9. 'Fancy trying to look like

someone else. It's all vanity anyway. People attach too much

importance to outside appearances, it's what's inside that counts.' He

looked up to see an enormously tall girl looming over him. 'No, no,

no, far too big,' he said crossly. The re-transformed Romana went out

again.

The Doctor worked on. Soon Romana reappeared in the guise

of an exotic female of some alien race. 'Ughh! Take it away,' said the

Doctor. The apparition retreated hastily.

The Doctor sighed. 'Look,' he called. 'All you want is

something warm and sensible, something that will wear well, with a

little style and flair to it...'

There was no answer from the adjoining room. Soon

afterwards yet another girl appeared. She wore a long coat, high

boots, a very long multi-coloured scarf, and a big floppy hat which

almost covered her face. 'Like this, Doctor?'

The Doctor looked up and beamed approvingly at the outfit,

which had something strangely familiar about it. 'Now that's more

like it. Good heavens, that's absolutely right for you. I never knew

you had such a sense of style.'

He stood up, and the girl spun round before him. 'I thought you

said external appearances weren't important, Doctor.'

'Well, no, but it's nice to get them right though, isn't it? I mean,

how can you go wrong with a look like this!'

The Doctor lifted the brim of the floppy hat, looked underneath

and saw an attractive but very familiar face.

Romana had come almost full circle: she was back in her

Princess Astra body.

'Oh, no!' groaned the Doctor.

'What's the matter, don't you like it? I think it will do very

nicely. Imposing forehead, nice hair, neat little chin. The arms are a

bit long, but I can always take them in a bit.'

'No, the arms are fine,' said the Doctor helplessly. 'It's just

that...' He sighed, realising he'd been outmanoeuvred. 'Oh, all right,

have it your own way.'

'Oh, good! I'll go and get rid of these silly clothes then.'

'But I like that outfit.'

'Never mind,' said Romana demurely. 'Remember, Doctor, it's

what's inside that counts!' She turned to leave. 'Incidentally, where

are we going?'

'I don't know. That's up to the randomiser, remember?'

At the end of their last adventure, Romana and the Doctor had

almost been tricked into handing over the all-important Key of Time

to the evil Black Guardian. At the last moment, the Doctor had

tricked his adversary, scattering fragments of the Key to the far

corners of the cosmos. To escape the enraged Black Guardian's

revenge the Doctor had built a device called the randomiser into the

directional circuits of the TARDIS. The Black Guardian could hardly

discover where he was going next if he didn't know himself.

Romana shivered, feeling that they had exchanged the frying

pan of the Black Guardian's revenge for the fire of any number of

unknown dangers. She smiled bravely.

'Well, wherever it is, call me when we get there!'

She went away, and the Doctor continued to work on K9.

The landscape was bleak and harsh, an arid stone plain

scattered with strangely angular rocks. Thunder growled menacingly

in a dark and alien sky, and the very ground seemed to shiver and

vibrate.

Beneath a mountain of loose rocks was an overhanging cliff

edge. A wheezing, groaning sound mingled with the noise of the

thunder, and the square blue shape of the TARDIS materialised

directly beneath the overhang.

The thunder rumbled, the ground shook, and a scattering of

loose stones began rolling down the mountainside and pattering on

the roof of the TARDIS.

The Doctor was studying his instruments. 'We've arrived,

Romana!' he called.

Romana's voice floated from the next room. 'What's the place

like?' 'Breathable atmosphere, but a high degree of seismic activity.'

'What do you mean, psychic activity! Ghosts?'

'Lots of earthquakes.'

'Oh, seismic. I thought you said psychic.'

The Doctor was only half-listening. 'Side-kick?' he mumbled,

baffled.

Romana misheard him. 'Like it? How do I know? I haven't

seen it yet.'

The conversation didn't seem to be getting very far. 'Romana,

if you want to talk to me, will you please come in here and do it

properly.'

Romana came into the control room, still in her Princess Astra

body, but now wearing her new outfit, tailored to fit. 'There, what do

you think?'

'Very nice,' said the Doctor perfunctorily, and handed her two

pills. 'Take these, will you?'

'What are they?'

'Anti-radiation capsules. The levels out there are very high.' He

handed her a tiny device rather like an egg-timer. 'Here's a bleeper,

it'll go off when you need the next dose.'

Romana swallowed two pills, then stowed the bleeper away in

a belt-pouch, pleased that the Doctor seemed to be taking sensible

precautions for once.

'Let's see where we are.' She switched on the scanner. It

showed a bare rock wall.

'Oh, very promising,' said the Doctor.

'Well, we'd better go and take a look.'

'I suppose so.' The Doctor picked up K9's brain section and

inserted it back in the case. Immediately the little automaton began

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