T'khal Guan
Guan System
Gamma Quadrant
Milky Way (Mutter's Spiral)
The war was over.
Fifty years after the T'khali Empire had gone to war with a mysterious enemy that emerged from the deep darkness of intergalactic space, the Empire had been completely obliterated. For centuries the T'khali had seen themselves as guardians of the galaxy. They had proudly stood at the edge of the Milky Way, defending the Gamma Quadrant from any intergalactic terrors that attempted to harvest the thriving civilizations of the Milky Way. Yet after hundreds of wars and centuries of victory, the T'khali had met their match. The invaders were intent on subjecting the T'khali to complete and total extermination, and then procceding to purge and occupy the rest of the galaxy. The huge capital ships of the T'khali were no match for the bronze saucer-shaped craft of the attackers, whom the T'khali had given the name 'Qiu-dai-math'- 'Obliterator of hope'. They, though, had another name for themselves.
The Daleks.
The name, it had transpired, came from a word for 'god' in the language of the Daleks' ancestors, the Kaleds. The vast warfleets of the Dalek Empire certainly showed god-like power as they destroyed entire planets, exterminated millions in the war's darkest days. At first the fleets had been small, made up of battered or hastily-constructed craft, the remnants of some other vast war. The pitiful remnants of the Dalek race, fleeing whatever had destroyed most of their brethren, had established a new homeworld on the outskirts of the galaxy, and then initiated their expansion. Resources were needed to rebuild the warfleets. The T'khali had encountered them, learned of their murderous intentions and began a war to drive them back into the cold void between galaxies, fulfilling their long-held role as guardians of the galaxy. But the enemy was powerful, more powerful than any enemy yet fought by the T'khali. And they were utterly dedicated to their mission of extermination. Five decades of war ended with the last remnants of the T'khali navy being destroyed above the T'khali homeworld of T'khal Guan. The great T'khali cities were levelled, and the saucers had descended.
Survivors were being swept up, captured or exterminated. Those who were captured, were taken to the camps. Forced labour would be their fate, until they could work no longer. Too inefficient to simply shoot any stragglers. Not to mention those not able to work in the first place- young offspring, pregnant females, elderly, frail or sick individuals- they would need to be eradicated as efficiently as possible. And so they were rounded up, gathered by the ape-like beasts that the Daleks used as enforcers, and taken to the camp's "decontamination centres." There would be no pain for them- unfortunate; the Daleks did so enjoy inflicting pain upon the lesser species. After being made to strip- clothing could be used for other prisoners, anything metal on their persons could be melted down for practical use- they would simply be disintegrated by a wave of z-neutrino energy. And so it began. The extermination of the T'khali race. The rise of the Daleks. The victory of the Daleks. A terrible reflection of the fate that awaited the entire galaxy.
But word leaked out. Not every one of the T'khali were slaughtered. There were refugee fleets, of course, but they were attacked and destroyed by the Daleks long before they were able to reach the safety of neighbouring star empires. It was individuals and small families, fleeing the devestation in small two-man shuttles or private ships that had the best chances of escaping. Of course, six in ten would be intercepted and destroyed. The Daleks were chillingly efficient. But the former T'khali Empire was large and even the Qiu-dai-math couldn't patrol the entire thing, especially with the hundred or so ships they possessed. As yet, they were still relatively few in number. Commander Ba-Ta Kua of the Ninth Defence Division of the T'khali Imperial Navy thanked the Great Spirit for this kindness as he sped away from the desolation of the Guan system in his small two-man shuttle. His son, 10 years old and still a toddler by the standards of the relatively long-lived T'khali people, slept with his head in his father's lap. Soon, the commander would escape from T'khali space and from the monsters that had destroyed his people. But something was wrong.
The T'khali powered their hyperspace drives with dark matter, and the shuttle- damaged as it had sped away from the main battle at T'khal Guan- was leaking dark matter. The commander still hoped that he could escape, but in his heart he knew that the shuttle couldn't go much further before running out of fuel. He wouldn't make it. Worse, any Dalek scout saucer tracking him needed only follow the dark matter leak in order to discover him- and eliminate him. They wouldn't simply blow the shuttle apart. Oh, no. The Daleks were famously sadistic. It was said that at full power, a Dalek death ray could disintegrate a humanoid in a single shot. But that would be quick and painless, and so the Daleks turned down the power level on their weapon until a single shot would kill the victim slowly, with agonizing pain. Could he expose his son to that?
Crying softly into the boy's hair, Commander Ba-Ta suffocated his son to death. He would die peacefully, in his sleep. The same could not be said of the father. Slowing the shuttle to a hault, Ba-Ta, stroking his dead child's hair, sent a subspace message out to the galaxy. He hoped that the message would reach some nearby trading post, and be passed on. That the news of what happened to the T'khali Empire, isolated as it was on the very outskirts of the galaxy, would reach the core and beyond. That everyone in the galaxy would remember his people with honour, and know the evil that was coming.
"Day 21 of the Month of Tar-Ca, Year 98 of the Reign of Shi'da, Quan Era, by T'khali Imperial reckoning. This is Commander Ba-Ta Kua, third in command of the Imperial Battlecruiser M'rukh-tha-kon. This is a message to anyone who will listen. The T'khali Empire has fallen. The Imperial Capitol was levelled, T'khal Guan occupied by the aggressors. We call them the Qiu-dai-math. The Obliterator of Hope. They know themselves as the Daleks. They are few in number, but utterly ruthless. They are fanatical in their crusade to exterminate all other viable lifeforms, to become the sole beings in existence. When they attack a planet, they seek to destroy the plant and animal life as well as the sentients, so utterly do they hate other life. My people are broken, forced into slavery or, if they cannot work, are simply massacred. The horrors I have witnessed... Oh, Mother of All, protect me..."
They had found him. The sensors picked up a single, small scout vessel approaching from behind. Unable to control himself, the commander sobbed, flicking a switch with a shaking hand to receive their hail, knowing what the message would be.
"Exterminate."
One word. One, terrifying, horrific, evil word. One word that embodied the Daleks. One word that made the commander shudder with fear.
"Please, if anyone receives this message," he continued, "spread it. Get as far away from the former T'khali Empire as possible. Warn everyone. Spread the word. Let it be known-"
"Ex-ter-min-ate! Ex-ter-min-ate! EX-TER-MIN-ATE!"
"- let it be known the end is come. The darkness... The darkness is here. The destroyer is come, and his name-"
"Exterminate! Exterminate!"
"-Dalek. His name is Dalek."
"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate! EXTERMINATE! Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"
Using up what little fuel he had left, hugging the lifeless body of his child, Commander Ba-Ta Kua turned his shuttle around and began to pick up speed.
"Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!"
The shuttle was on a collision course, warned the ship's computer. Turn back. Turn back now. It was ignored. The saucer didn't even move. The same words continued to grate through his communications panel. The same sadism, hated, disgust in the voice. Anger at the existence of any impure life form. Glee at the thought of destroying one more humanoid, removing one more abomination, one more obsolete life form no longer deserving of life. Pure, unadultered hated, anger and fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the different. The shuttle and the saucer were about to collide. But then...
A single missile was launched. It hit the shuttle.
There was an explosion. The saucer was hit by the blast, but merely shook slightly. Then it turned, leaving the debris and entering a hyperspace tunnel back to T'khal Guan. A world that would be known one day as the Desolation of the Daleks.