Doctor Who: Remembrance of the Daleks Read Online Free PDF

military.’
    ‘That is to be expected. I must be informed of his movements.’
    ‘Yes. We have certain contacts; I shall see that he is followed.’ Ratcliffe replied evenly. Then he voiced his concern. ‘That Dalek machine?’
    ‘Yes?’
    Ratcliffe spoke carefully: ‘I would like to know exactly what it is.’ He waited – this master could be difficult to work with.
    ‘A machine, a tool, nothing more.’
    Ace watched as the Doctor nosed around the ground floor.
    ‘What are we looking for?’
    ‘Whoever it was that landed their spaceship in the playground.’
    Ace considered this. ‘And they are?’
    ‘More Daleks.’
    ‘Oh good, I thought it might be something nasty.’
    The Doctor motioned towards a heavy iron door. ‘The cellar,’ he said, ‘it should be down there.’
    ‘Why the cellar?’ asked Ace apprehensively.
    ‘Good place to put things, cellars.’ He opened the door to reveal a flight of wrought-iron steps leading down into a well of darkness.
    ‘I wish I had some more nitro-nine,’ said Ace as she followed the Doctor down.
    ‘So do I,’ he agreed.
    Ace glanced round as her eyes adjusted to the gloom, but what she could see didn’t look any better. ‘What do you expect to find down here?’
    ‘The unknown.’
    ‘Oh,’ said Ace. Reaching over her shoulder she drew a baseball bat out of her rucksack. The bat was made of plastic over rubber on an aluminium core and painted silver: it wasn’t much of a weapon, but it made her feel better. ‘Isn’t this a bit dangerous then?’
    ‘Probably,’ agreed the Doctor, ‘but if I knew what was down here, I wouldn’t have to look.’
    The stairs twisted down into an old boiler room. Ace could see through gaps in the surrounding wall tangles of piping and a huge boiler painted a flaking cream. An alien machine lay in a cleared space, backed against the grimy wall. It consisted of a small dais with two upright cabinets with severe alien lines on either side.
    Ace immediately jumped onto the dais. ‘This is some severe technology,’ she said gleefully.
    The Doctor pulled her off the dais and opened the nearest cabinet. Inside, matt black boxes nested in fibre optic connections.
    ‘Very elegant, very advanced – flux circuit elements.’
    ‘What does it do?’
    ‘It’s a transmat – a matter transmitter – but transmitting from where?’ He carefully traced the connections to the power regulator.
    Ace realized she could hear a low threshold hum. She looked around the cellar for its source before focusing suspiciously on the dais. Its surface was definitely beginning to glow.
    ‘Professor?’
    ‘Range of about three hundred kilometres.’
    The glow began to elongate upwards, forming a jelly mould shape one and a half metres high. Colours shot across its surface.
    ‘Professor,’ Ace called warily, ‘something is activating the transmat.’
    ‘Yes, very likely,’ mused the Doctor as he easily located the control node. ‘It has a remote activator.’ He turned sharply to Ace. ‘What?’
    Ace nodded at the dais. The jelly mould shape had begun to fill up with shapes, and for a moment she saw something moving weakly among a cradle of translucent filaments.
    ‘You’re right!’ cried the Doctor. ‘Something is beginning to come through.’ He plunged back into the transmat circuits.
    Ace hefted her baseball uneasily, watching as the shape solidified one layer at a time. In a moment the outer shell flowed together like coalescing globules of mercury.
    ‘It’s another Dalek,’ said Ace.
    ‘Excellent,’ said the Doctor.
    The casing was almost fully formed. It was pale cream with gold trimmings, different from the one the Doctor had blown up earlier. Different wondered Ace, how different? ‘Will this one be friendly?’ she asked.
    The Doctor looked surprised. ‘I sincerely doubt that.’
    He quickly rigged two cables together. ‘Now if I can just cause the receiver to dephase at the critical point...’
    The hum oscillated out of