Liotrent

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That'd be fine. Just...be aware that they'll need to send a response to avoid being shot down XD

@Zarkun

The Daleks aren't that headstrong, they'd know when to land and open communications. They may be evil balls of hate inside a trashcan but they are smart evil balls of hate.

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@Liotrent
What does the Arkellis Flower do to the Daleks? What are its properties? My alchemist might be happy to get one of those.

@Hammerman

The Arkellis Flower's sap is combined with gold and Dalekanium to make Metalert, a Dalekanium construct that's more durable and temperature resistant. The Arkellis flower was only found on Skaro, so it was unique to only the Daleks, and so is Dalekanium.

Dalekanium gave Daleks a secondary resistance to bullets, laser fire, and bombs, Metalert makes that more so. Daleks are basically Tank soldiers, but they can be killed by a direct radiation burst through the Eyestalk or concentrated combined heavy weapons fire. Concussion is also an option, the casing may be immune to bombs but the thing inside is still flesh.

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I can offer information, but not much else XD

EDIT: They could also maybe send an Envoy to stay with the Raiders, see how things work for them? Bit of interaction at all times with a good aligned faction, since the distance between the two factions is great XD

@Zarkun

Once the clones are fully grown, they can finally send out scouting missions, they can't leave the base, they're trying to create a clone ship basically. (That's spoilers) It wouldn't be a fully fledged warship, but it would still be able to do some rightful damage if it had the chance.

Scouting parties consist of a minimum of two Daleks, maximum of four, and the Dalek Supreme (AKA Dalek Sec) can communicate through them.

EDIT:
I can send a party towards you.

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Is it going to be a civil war? Because I feel like those in the Genesis Ark won't appreciate Dalek Sec's plan.

@Zarkun

In fact I've been wondering, if I open the genesis Ark, one of three things might happen depending on who the Daleks interact with. If a Good aligned nation interacts with the Daleks more, then the Daleks will change for the better, ( I have ways of doing this ), two is that an Evil Aligned faction interacts with the Daleks, the result would be the Daleks remain the same, and three is the civil war, and that would happen if a Neutral aligned faction interacts with them.

Outcomes also depends on how the interaction would happen, so yeah, I need a few people for the story Arc and much needed suggestions ;-;

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I would like to ask, who would want to interact with the Daleks once they start exploring in week's time? They'd also send out a transmission to request for building services, acquisition of biological specimens, technology, and information. I will warn though, they are quite bossy and they aren't cuddly friendly. They will offer their technology, intellect, and are willing to negotiate a few terms.

Usually Daleks wouldn't do this, they prefer to do things themselves, but I need someone to help me trigger an event for the Daleks.

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She's been gone for four days...

Oh no.

@Lmpkio

That doesn't sound good. One can stay hopeful though.

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@Thecrash20
That's going to be a big change for the nids, can't wait to see how you'll describe this officer class. The nids are one of my favorite races in 40k aside from the Tau and the IOM. Although you can call me a casual since I'm not exactly deep into the lore, I only know like the bare minimum to be interested in 40k.

Project Exodus

January 1st
2017
One hour before D-Day

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BERLIN

Taskforce: Viperstrike

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Underground in the Berlin test site, the Foxhound taskforce winds down for the rest of the day, their experimental suits are warm after another test run. Lieutenant Mikkel Edwards, Sergeant Erik Winters, Corporal Aaron Klaus, Corporal Kris Eurich, Private Friedhelm Munch, Private Wilhelm Munch, all the members of taskforce Viperstrike, they were testing the new personal multipurpose, enclosed battle armor. The armor was supposed to be used for the exploration of new, unexplored worlds. They served as both an exploration tool for their mobility in the field, and a weapon of war, as the suit was equipped with state of the art equipment from other countries, including but not limited to, Lasers, Hunter Seeker missiles, Self-loading mortars, grenade launchers, railguns, advanced solar cell power power pack, and multipurpose snoopers.

Viperstrike was one of the taskforces that were created to test and use the suits, there were -of course- others, Taskforce Sharkfin, Taskforce Greyhound, Taskforce Ludwig, Taskforce Charlie, Taskforce Firebat, and Taskforce Foxhound. The Taskforces were all made up of representatives from each country, Viperstrike was the Germanic Taskforce. The suits were reaching a point where they would no longer be experimental; they were two phases away from finalizing the project. The Phase they just concluded was user safety, it passed with flying colors. The next two phases are ease of use, and Combat Endurance. Ease of use will tackle whether a completely new pilot could understand the controls in a single sitting, while the Combat Endurance phase attempts to ascertain how long the Suit could last in a full combat mission. This will be simulated by harsh terrain, several targets and objectives along the entire course which resides in West Austria.

“You think they’ll give us some time outside for today?” A hopeful tone echoed in the underground barracks, the Taskforce had been in the test site for at least a week testing the User safety, pushing the suit to the limits. There were no casualties, and most tests were conducted without the pilot inside the suit for additional safety measures.

“I don’t think so…” His brother replied, he carried a grim expression, he was sat down on one of the barracks’ beds watching the time, “Won’t be long now, the world will change after today.”

“Yeah, and we’d finally get to do some field testing.” The Sergeant butted in, he carried a condescending tone, just the usual army banter. The Sarge grew up somewhere in the country side, that was where he decided to join the army after seeing them conducting training operations nearby. He was fascinated.

The Lieutenant glanced at them from the end of the room, sitting at a table, cleaning his equipment. “Cut the chatter, and get some shut eye. We won’t get enough of it later on.” The authority and the firmness of his tone led the room to go quiet for just a moment.

“Yes sir!” the room boomed in reply, they respected the Lieutenant, he’d been in combat drops overseas. He has seen action in Africa, Somalia. Deep combat scars all over his body remind the team of that. If there was one person who could lead the Taskforce, it was Lieutenant Edwards.

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AUSTRIA

Remote Country Side

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Major Johan Erwin, commander of the 5th Wiking panzer division, conducting training exercises in Austria. “Two, Four, and Six, advance on the left flank, first tank squad, spear formation, third squad, shore up our right flank!” the barking of the young German officer crackled in every tank’s radio. The countryside was mostly flat, forests and shrubbery broke up the landscape, the tanks that were ordered to move on the left flank did so precisely, the squads that weren’t advancing, fired on their faraway targets, “Fire for effect!” Erwin shouted into his radio, and in an instant the air cracked with the cacophony of cannon fire. Looking through the commander sights, Erwin then shouted again, “Direct hit, advance advance advance!” The tanks rolled forwards, the ground shook in their wake, Johan Erwin looked at his crew, and signaled, “All good?” the crew responded with two words, “All good!” Erwin was pleased with today’s performance.

“End of exercise!” He shouted as they drove to their nearby staging ground and outpost. Their tanks were state of the art, the Germanic Republic provided tanks for most of NATO’s members; these included the Leopard 3 alongside the Puma IFV. The 5th Wiking Panzer division was outfitted with Leopard 3a1’s, Puma IFV’s, Anti-air vehichles, and mobile artillery, accompanied by a dedicated Panzer Grenadier division. When they got to the staging ground, Erwin and the others conversed about the Legacy gate.

“Bah! Legacy is a hack! I’m willing to bet you that they probably do some shady business underneath that Science bullshit.” One of the crewmen shouted, obviously anti-Legacy.

“I’m inclined to agree that Legacy hasn’t been completely reasonable...” Erwin started, “But by no means am I willing to believe that they are doing anything illegal, at least not without proof.” He sounded humble, as if he were the same rank as everyone else.

“Commander, with all due respect, but I would rather they get investigated already! The leniency that we give them is far too much.” The crewman stated again, this time joined with the murmuring agreement of the people gathered around, eating and drinking after a long day’s exercise.

“Aye, but that leniency is only because we know Legacy has the capability of fighting back…” Erwin glanced at his tank, stealing a look, as if indicating for everyone else to notice. “Look, our best tank, we have approximately 7,409 of them active at the moment, nearly half of our current arsenal, and one of Legacy’s tanks can take that all out.” He looked back at the crewman and asked, “What do you think you would do when faced with such odds? Of course, I am speaking in hyperbole but it’s true… The attrition rate would be too high.” Erwin spoke as a tactician, trying to impart his knowledge to the crews of the Division.

The Division’s members looked at each other, not sure of what to make of the Major’s statements. “So, they don’t investigate because of the possibility of retaliation and the ramification of such a response?” One crewman asked, he was just a private.

“Bingo!” Erwin said, “No matter what you think, we’re not just expendable machines, we’re needed to keep the country safe, and if a large portion of us dies, we all lose.” Erwin’s expression turned sour, “We’re this country’s first and last line of defense. Hopefully we will never have to use our weapons to defend it. Make your lives count if we do.”

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SWEDEN

Stockholm

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“Field Marshal! What a surprise!” the voice of an old man echoed in the empty hall, Erikson turned to look at him, “Ah, General Brandon Dross! What a surprise indeed!” he replied, with an elate expression.

“What is the Field Marshal and secretary of defense doing back in an empty hall in Stockholm?” Brandon asked, talking as if Erikson was an old friend. The General was in charge of the Garrisons in Sweden, and Erikson used to serve under him.

“Visiting for the new year. I don’t like it in Berlin right now, this Legacy business gives me a bad feeling.” Brandon looked at Erikson, as if Erikson said something surprising, his mouth beginning to form a crescent smile.

“Here I was half expecting that you came back for me my old friend! Ahaha!” Brandon shouted, laughing as he went.

Erikson cracked a smile, “Let’s go to the current Garrison here in Stockholm, I’d rather be at work while I’m here.” He said. Heinrich Erikson was not the sort of man who went anywhere for holidays. He preferred to be at work, not the hassle of the holiday rush, he was however happy that he was back in Sweden, his place of birth.

When they got to the garrison, it was well equipped, properly maintained, and the soldiers well trained and properly dressed. “I see nothing has changed here since I was promoted.” The Marshal stated, “It’s almost as if I was here five years ago.” They walked through the grounds and talked about how the past five years went. The Garrison went about its daily business, just now finishing off the morning drills. They were now heading towards the mess hall for lunch, “The gate is about to open. Tune in on that soldier!” Brandon barked, one of the soldier in the Mess grabbed the remote and changed the channel to tune into the news in Berlin.

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GENESIS OF THE DALEKS

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The howling, frozen winds of the northern glaciers at the dawn of a new day. The Daleks have finally finished the cloning facility, including the necessary equipment that will create new Dalek casings. Four cloning vats remained empty, but not for long, their gene extrapolators stand ready, awaiting Dalek DNA. Dalek Sec, Dalek Caan, Dalek Thay, and Dalek Jast took turns opening their casings, exposing themselves to the extrapolator needle. The design of the device was new, but the concept remained the same. The other Daleks operated the machine, and the Dalek being cloned would stay in front of the Gene extrapolator. Once their genes are extrapolated, they would be processed, analyzed, split apart, and arranged into haploid and diploid cells, allowing for a genotypically and phenotypically different organism; the organism being cloned is genealogically speaking, both biological mother, and biological father of the clone.

At this point, all but one of the Daleks have been extrapolated, “Dalek Sec, you are the last to be cloned, long live the Daleks!” Dalek Thay shouted in praise. The Daleks’ domed head rotated their eyestalks, whirring as they go, fixating their gaze on their new Dalek Supreme.

Dalek Sec hovered over towards the extrapolator station of the cloning facility. New Dalek casings components were strewn about on the walls, awaiting to encase a new being born of hate. Dalek Caan shouted a status report, “Gene Extrapolation in thirty rels!” Dalek Sec opened the top half of his casing, a hiss of hot air, a mixture of gasses from both the reactor exhaust and the different machine cooling systems escaped out the different gaps as the Dalek shell opened itself. ”Gene extrapolation in fifteen rels!” Dalek Caan continued.

The cloning vats were filled with a protein soup generated from the megastructure, sufficient enough in feeding the newly spawned Kaled mutants. The Daleks have a mostly protein based diet, nothing else, other nutrients aren’t needed for their development, this is why when other civilizations crumble under Dalek supremacy, they usually also end up as a food source, this was however a secondary need; a Dalek within its casing would not need to eat, its vitals sustained by the life support system until it can find a viable food source. A soldier that didn't need to eat, sleep, or drink, it was an efficient design.

Dalek Caan began to count down, ”Gene extrapolation, in ten rels, nine, eight, seven…” and continued, all the while the extrapolator’s thin needle drew closer to Sec’s unprotected, mutated body until finally, ”One! Beginning gene extrapolation procedure!. Dalek Sec chanted repeatedly, increasing in intensity, almost screaming, ”The Daleks, survive through me! The Daleks survive, through me! THE DALEKS SURVIVE, THROUGH MEEEEE!!!” The sharp needle pierced the flesh, drawing in different samples from all over the Kaled body. ”Extrapolating cells! Gene sequences being isolated! Cloning process, beginning!” The Cult of Skaro monitored the procedure and made sure that everything was working as designed.

”Witness the Genesis of the Daleks! The Daleks. Will. SURVIIIIVE!” The Cult of Skaro watched, as their supreme was tortured by the painful procedure. The extrapolator needed a sample of every cell in Sec’s body, the needle would come out after taking one sample, then move towards another part of his body and insert itself, the samples themselves were the size of a thumbnail. The pained screams of a Dalek echoed throughout their base and out into the frozen wastes, Dalek Jast quickly cited ”Dalek Sec’s vitals are weakening! He may not survive the procedure!” Dalek Thay was not so quick to worry, to him the Dalek future was secure, having calculated that Sec would most likely survive the procedure as they have; ”Dalek Sec will survive!” The procedure continued and a long hour passed, by the end of it all, Dalek Sec was weak, he closed his casing and went to rest.

”Alert! Large power fluctuations detected towards the west! Multiple life-signs disapearing towards the south simultaneously!” Caan reported, ”Designate these area's inhabitants as THREATS TO THE DALEKS!” Jast shouted in reply, they continued to monitor long range scans. They could almost feel the stench of humanity and everything else on the array make their Dalek equivalent of a stomach, churn in repulsion. They worked tirelessly, all for the sake of reinstating Dalek supremacy, Dalek purity. Dalek Thay assessed the situation, ”Negative! They are not threats! They are PESTS!” The two Daleks, whirred as they turned their bronze colored domes to look at Thay, ”And they will be EXTEEEERMINATED!” The Daleks chanted their war cry, almost religiously, ”Exterminate! Exterminate! Exterminate!” The Daleks felt their plans come to fruition, with more Daleks the next phase of the stratagem can begin. Exploration will become a necessity, assessing the enemy, finding their capabilities and limits, and ultimately crushing the enemy, that was their goal, complete supremacy.

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TWO HOURS LATER

-Phase two begins-

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The Daleks prepared, they prepared for the weeks to come, they continued to build the rest of the facility and a circular perimeter was formed, in the middle of the perimeter was the void ship. The void ship in its inactive state, had no atomic weight, had no mass, had no volume, had no temperature, had no emissions, it theoretically shouldn’t exist at all. It is said that the void ship's presence upsets people, because they’re looking at something that isn’t possible; the feeling is described as deeply unsettling, even foreboding. The Daleks felt no such thing, as when the Daleks are encased, their memories are regulated, their emotions are kept in check, their souls ripped away. If a Dalek could be much more, it did not show; their greatest enemy, the most compassionate, wise, and intelligent man could not even think of a way to save them, to change them for the better. They are the scourge of the universe, and if one were to leave them unchecked, unopposed, they would butcher it.

An eerie silence fell on the base; only the whirring of the cloning facility and the sound of busy Daleks whistled along the cold, frozen breeze. The Daleks then receive another transmission, they’ve been receiving rouge transmissions in the past, however, they weren’t anything of import, this one was somewhat different.

To anyone who might be out there, for the love of whatever god is listening I hope you get this and get it fast! We've been on the run this past month or so, fuck knows I didn't keep track. Soldiers, monsters, hell god-fucking-damned sorcerers showed up in the mix! It's been a shitshow from the start and we were caught with our pants down. Despite it all we managed to make our way south, us and some other folk we found along the way. Then met up with some... well tribals I'd guess you'd call them, said they were gods or some such bullshit. They were camped around some huge generator or something, I don't fucking know. Anyways, for a while it seemed like a safe place, they were strong, stronger than any of us that's for sure. But out of the blue a bunch of Road-Warrior rejects showed up and set the place ablaze. Some of us fought, most of us hid while the tribe went to meet them in force. It didn't take long for the bunch of savages to get ripped apart by the bastards.

We ran as quick as we could when the chief's head was cleaved off his shoulders and dashed on the rocks. I ain't fucking around man, these psychos got all sorts of weird grimy-lookin' tech on 'em. Big guns, mechanical arms, blades and spikes all over 'em. Hooping and hollerin' like a bunch of dumb animals as they wen't round rippin' out innards and quartering bodies. It was about a a day and two nights before they were done, and we heard their buggies and trucks roaring behind us. We scattered, different folks from different groups spreading out so some of us could try and make it out. Not many of us made it this far, found some big ass fort and locked it up tighter than a virgin in Gomorrah. Wasn't long before they found the place and now they're beating down all the fucking walls around us. Don't know who's out there, if anyone is, but help us out and we'll owe you, big. Sending coordinates out, and just gonna hope something worse than those bastards doesn't come a knockin'. Fuck it.

It was a call for help, a distress call, it gave them vital information just from the description of the encounter alone. The distress call came from the south east, across the lake. The Daleks, with no means of transport, couldn’t help even if they wanted to. It was quite a shame, they would’ve made as an excellent key to the Ark, then later on, a slave force.

”Strategic and tactical information archived!” Caan stored the information, and proliferated it through the use of the path web, a secure Dalek system, the timelords themselves tried cracking the path web and failed, they concluded that unless you were a Dalek, or were part of a Dalek, you were not getting into the path web. It was almost an empathic link between Daleks, except instead of a telepathic field, it was a network of information being shared across the entire Dalek force, a Dalek internet.

The Daleks were devising a strategy to open the Ark, something drastic, something needed. Usually, at this point the Daleks would've attempted time travel, determine outcomes, predict the future, however, the Array was Time Locked; that meant the Daleks could not time travel even if they wanted to, that didn't mean they couldn't use temporal manipulation, but that would require more resources, resources that Daleks don't have enough of as it is. The Daleks schemed further, planned thorough, and calculated their rates of success. They were determined to open the Ark, a supernova would open the Ark by force, but the strategic importance of the array made it difficult; they did not want to damage the array in any way, especially if they didn’t know how it worked. If and only IF their stratagem works, the Daleks will rise to power again.

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I might be making a post later today.