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[The Dalek Emperor transmits in audio only, but there's no mistaking him/them for anyone else-- not with that characteristic modulated, stilted whine of a voice.]

Strictest attention must be paid to the Admiral's announcement of pairings. The inmate designated as Marsh is now a subject of the Daleks. He will not be controlled without the permission of the Daleks. He will not be injured without the permission of the Daleks. Do not intrude. You will be exterminated.

[Private to Marsh]

Inmate designate Marsh, we have studied your file. Come to our chambers, we will speak to you.

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I don't think so.

See, I've met subjects before. I've been - [No. She was someone else.

Does it matter?]

I'm not all that willing to just sit back and let you treat someone that way.

EXPLAIN.

MARSH IS OUR INMATE. HE IS A SUBJECT OF THE DALEK RACE. HE IS NO LONGER YOUR WEAPON.

[Her comm switches to video with a flick of her mind, showing her snarl.]

He's not my weapon, he's my friend.

And I am really tired of people using him.

[The Emperor's hulking casing fills the screen, but his eyestalk orients toward the communicator and a strip of lighting below the bulbous dome illuminates as he speaks]

Friends are unnecessary. Friends are allowable. He has been used as a weapon. He has been controlled. We are now his warden. He will not be controlled. He will choose.

Edited 2014-05-11 06:48 (UTC)

[Well that's - is that a giant pepper shaker? Huh.

She only lets herself stare for a second, though. Staring is rude.]

I know what Warden means on this ship.

We will guide him. We will provide him choice. Records indicate you possess psi-onic talents. Records indicate that psionic abilities have been used to control him. You will not control him!

Edited (!More exclamation points!We are the Daleks!) 2014-05-11 06:52 (UTC)

I don't want to. [She's not lying. She'll do it if she has to, she promised, but she won't like it.]

I - look, what kind of choice are you giving him? What are you going to do?

He is not a candidate for experimentation. He will not be implanted with a control device. He is superior. We wish to make him a Dalek. We wish him to choose to be a Dalek. We will shield him. We will give him power. We will give him hate. He is a subject of the Daleks! You will not intrude!

[Jean's quiet, for a second, gaze piercing.]

You talk about hate like it's a gift.

It is our strength. We are superior. We exterminate all races who oppose us. He already understands pain. But he requires hate. It will make him strong.

No.

I know what that's like, to only be - hateful and selfish. To not care about anyone.

[Dark Phoenix knows nothing of love!]

That's not strength.

It is strength. It is superior. We are superior! We are the Daleks! We are the new breed! We will be the dominant life force in the universe!

And then what?

Then there will be order!

That's not how the universe works. [There's a visceral disgust in the words she doesn't quiet understand.]

It will be made to function. The Daleks will be supreme.

The Daleks are short-sighted idiots. [Her voice is deepening, and there's a spark in her eyes.]

So many of you only care about conquering. About putting your stake in the ground and claiming it yours.

The universe does not belong to you.

IT WILL BELONG TO US. THOSE WHO STAND AGAINST US WILL BE ERADICATES!

You think yourself superior to them?! [Her eyes are blazing, now, hair twisting above her head.] You think yourself fit to rule the cosmos? You are nothing. In a thousand years you will be nothing but dust.

[The modulated voice has risen to a shriek of insane rage, stacatto and whining as if with feedback-]

WE WILL ADAPT! ADAPT! THE ENEMIES OF THE DALEKS SHALL FALL!

Adapt?! No. Some things can only be undone and remade. [And she will do it. She is Phoenix, she is life and fire incarnate, she will burn away what doesn't -

what doesn't -

She closes her eyes, trembling as the fire dies.

When her eyes open, they're Jean Grey's, and her voice is weak.]

I...really don't know if I should apologise or not. She's basically right, you know.

[Pure irrational fury answers her-- a Dalek's fear only strengthens its hate of everything Other Than, the rabid xenophobia that drives every Dalek on.]

Your apologies are irrelevant. You are irrelevant! Your kind will serve the Daleks again! YOU WILL FALL.

[And he cuts the feed]

[Jean - Jean, she's Jean Grey - stares at the screen, for a second, worn and sheepish.]

Well, that went well.

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