The 26th Century

On the Bridge of the Dalek flag ship known as The Conqueror, all work was proceeding as mechanistically as usual. Until the Dalek closest to the bridge called out in it's loud, computerized voice;

"SUPREME-DALEK-ON-THE-BRIDGE!"

All eyestalks turned to salute the arrival of their commander, a normal Dalek, with a red paint job, a few extra panels on its sides, and a third light on the back of its head. He moved slowly past all the Daleks working on the bridge toward the view port at the front of the room. Without turning, The Supreme Dalek calls out in a somewhat deeper voice than the rest of the Daleks.

"DALEKS-REIGN-SUPREME! THE-UNIVERSE-WILL-HAIL-THE-DALEKS!"

There was a chorus of responses as the rest of the bridge Daleks echoed back;

"DALEKS-REIGN-SUPREME! THE-UNIVERSE-WILL-HAIL-THE-DALEKS!"

((I love you. Can I just say that? Everyday I kept thinking to myself. "Man...no Dalek posts yet? How depressing."))

As The Conqueror and the rest of the Dalek fleet moved through space, The Supreme Dalek watched from his raised platform. All the Daleks on the bridge were proceeding with their assigned tasks as usual, until a beeping came from the console of one of the Daleks closer to their leader. After looking over the screen for a few moments, the Dalek's head turned and spoke to the Supreme Dalek.

"A-CYBER-FLEET-HAS-BEEN-LOCATED. 20-BY-445.4-BY-34.1"

The Supreme Dalek turned towards his soldier.

"THIS-WAS-NOT-FORESEEN. THE-PLAN-MUST-BE-ADVANCED. THIS-MAY-PROVE-USEFUL-TO-US. CONTACT-THE-INFERIOR-SPECIES."

The Dalek turns back to the console, extending its plunger onto the control panel.