The Genocide Gene

Ben 10: Beyond Bellwood
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The Genocide Gene
Air Date	25/05/2023
Written by	Amanda
General Information
Primary Universe	Doctor Who Universe

The Genocide Gene is the third episode of Ben 10: Beyond Bellwood. It was written by Amanda on the 25th of May 2023.

The Genocide Gene

"Your planet is besieged, Kevin," the titanic alien tyrant informed him, "and the Galvan are destroyed. Even your pathetic toy cannot stop our grand scheme now! The Highbreed shall dominate all!" Quadsmack stood before the Highbreed Supreme Council, accompanied only by the small Galvan Azmuth- the original inventor of the Omnitrix.
"And how long shall your reign last? Three generations? Ten?" Azmuth asked rhetorically, "Or just the one? This is the last generation of the Highbreed is it not?"

"Don't worry," said Kev, "I can fix that! Omnitrix! Full genetic repair of the Highbreed species!"
"This operation will require all available power reserves," the Omnitrix spoke back in his voice, "please confirm?"
With a red light Kev reverted from his four-armed form to his typical human self. He held his left arm, and the watch, into the air.

The Omnitrix exploded with light, and a blast wave rolled out from the council chambers and across the surface of Augstaka. From there it fed through the hyperspace gates that had launched their offensive against the universe and the wave reached every Highbreed everywhere. They were all transformed, fused with the genetic material within the Omnitrix. Their bright and wild colouration of millennia past was restored, as was their fertility and their diversity.

With that, the Highbreed image of racial supremacy was shattered. They were no longer the monotonous white and grey image of genocide, nor were they a dying race- the core factor that had fed into their fervour. The Augstakan people were alive once more, saved from extinction. The warships returned to their homeworld; some heeding the return order, and others enraged that they had been driven to such hatred over nothing.

Though the planet would see some turmoil yet to come, the galaxy had peace once more. History would take its course as the Highbreed High Council were tried for their attempted omnicide, and new powers rose to replace them and reunite a shattered people.

This was not exactly how events played out. This was the theatrical release, "A Thousand Doors to Death" in which Kev Leven was played by the Lenopan actor Deefus Veeblepister. The New Augstakan Republic described the movie as “tasteful”. Ben remembered the movie well, as it was where he spent his first date with Ester.

The love life of Benjamin K. Tennyson was, as far as he was concerned, perfectly healthy.

Ester was a Kraahoan, a pink elastic humanoid living in the alien Undertown beneath Bellwood. Her and Ben had met when they were both sixteen, while he was working in Mr Baumann’s store. She had moved into Undertown along with the rest of her village just weeks before, while Ben had taken the job to make up for his failing grades to his parents. He was just one bad semester away from dropping out of high school and taking up the job full time, which eventually came to pass. It was pure circumstance that the store was located next to what became one of the various entrances to the alien city below, and that the aliens would occasionally come to do their shopping at Baumann’s family and alien-friendly business.

In terms of Ben, little had changed since he left high school. This had caused great strain in their relationship, not that Ben had noticed. He had a job and a girlfriend and nothing else really mattered in the grand scheme of things. With that he was happy enough to spend his free time on his hobbies- usually video games and arguing on the internet, and not spending time with Ester as her patience grew thinner.

They had broken up just a week prior to the destruction of their universe. Ben had been content with this, calling her bluff and assuming she would be back in time. After all, they loved each other. He was wrong. Had their existence not been uprooted- and hers, erased- she would never have returned. He was oblivious and negligent, and she was far too young to waste her life on someone who showed so little concern for her. Unfortunately she would never get the chance to move on, and Ben wouldn’t give it much of a second thought. He missed her only for what she represented. He missed his girlfriend, not Ester.

But the movie- that much Ben remembered well.

The Far Future

But that universe was dead now, and Ben stepped into a brand new reality. It was one of pristine white walls covered in computers and wires and pipes, as well as the word "Salvation". The corridors were long and broke off into so many corners and junctions that it felt almost like a maze, even just from the vantage point of where he had entered. There were no windows of any kind. Wherever he was, it was completely enclosed.

The air was still but it carried the frantic shouting quite well.

Ben moved quickly into a jog, and then a sprint as the words became clearer;
"Get the door closed! GET IT CLOSED!"
He rounded the corner, where one of the doors built into the wall hissed and clunked shut. He ran up to it. There was a porthole, and as he approached he could see the figures on the other side. Four people, each wearing tight blue boiler suits stood on the other side.
"Captain! There's someone outside!"
A fifth figure rose up right next to the window, having been knelt out of view previously. She put her hand to the window, "Who the hell are you?!" But Ben was too distracted to answer. She had beautiful curly hair, deep brown eyes turned almost black by the window, and- and hadn't Ben seen her before? "How'dya get aboard this station?" She slammed her hand against her side of the door, "Listen, I can't help you from here but you need to get out of the main passageways! They're going to breach the bulk-"

The Equestrian Moon was a strange place. It was, after all, the moon. And yet, it seemed to have had an atmosphere. It was cold, desolate, but breathable.

True vacuum was a new and strange experience. All Ben remembered was the burning sensation across his entire body. It felt like it had lasted for several minutes, and it felt like dying, but in truth it had been only a moment as the Omnitrix's internal defence mechanisms jumped to the rescue immediately.

Looking down upon himself, Ben found that he had transformed into the massive and metal-bodied form of Mantlegrinder. His yellow body stuck out quite well as the lighting systems failed and the emergency subsystems replaced them. He looked back through the porthole- the people beyond it had fled. The artificial gravity had also failed, which Ben discovered as he attempted to walk and accidentally sent himself flying off.

With a scrape he managed to grab onto some of the piping in the ceiling. He pulled himself along, carefully trying not to crush anything with his grip. It was incredibly uncomfortable here, as in the absence of air all he could hear was the sounds of his own muscles moving and the sound of the metal he was grabbing on to. He began searching for an airlock or anything of the sort so he might be able to move into the safer areas of wherever he was. He supposed it must be some kind of spaceship or space station, where else could there be no air? The whole place shuddered. Something new had happened.

Ben moved faster through the corridors. There was a bright blue flash as he came upon a crossroads. He peered carefully around the corners. Down one passageway he saw a large shape- still attached to the floors- move out of sight just as he noticed it. Down the opposite way was a body. He clambered his way towards it. Pulling it by a leg towards the walls he found that it was wearing a spacesuit. Deep blue all over with a squarish window across the face. The person inside had a chiselled jaw, flush skin, and a shocked expression. He had survived the initial atmospheric decompression, and he had not seemed to struggle for a lack of air. There was no sign of puncture anywhere on his body. In fact, as Ben grabbed different parts of the corpse he noticed other areas bulge- air being displaced. The suit was fine. Something had killed him after-the-fact. Ben moved quickly now, no longer concerned with safety he used this alien's pneumatic arms to propel himself.

He came halfway through a corridor, another branched off to his left, when one of the silhouettes moved into view at the far end. It was a squat, limbless machine of silver metal. Its domed head had a blue eye held on the end of a stalk, with two lightbulb-like 'ears' on either side. It had a ribbed 'neck' section leading into a mid section that held a plunger and an egg whisk, both pointed at Ben. Its lower section, which clung magnetically to the floor, was lined with columns of blue spheres. Ben held onto the wall on his right in preparation. There was a moment of suspense as both aliens studied each other, before finally the tank-like robot's ears began to glow rhythmically. Ben took no chances and fired off his pneumatic arms once more, launching himself down the offshoot just as a blue glow consumed the corridor behind him.

Ben had misjudged the launch, and scraped along the new hallway's walls. He hurried to the door closest. No way in. The buttons would not respond. He leapt across to the other wall, still no luck. There was movement at the far end, a door had opened and a suited figure stood there beckoning Ben towards them. He took the opportunity. The beige figure moved out of the way as Ben squeezed through the doorway designed for humans.

Inside was a second figure, stood well out of the way, holding onto a loose rope that disappeared somewhere up the long elevator shaft. Both of them were wearing scraggy patchwork equivalents of the suits Ben had already seen several times now. They were greasy, dusty, and did not look like they should be able to keep in air. Nevertheless, here they were. Ben moved up the shaft, out of line of sight of the corridor. The first figure frantically attempted to communicate in hand gestures. Something about plucking? They remained in the elevator doorway, waving downwards. Ben suddenly realised they were taunting the robotic thing, and instinctively reached down to pull her out of the way. Another powerful cyan beam blasted through the elevator shaft, connecting with some strange now whirring mechanism built into the back wall. Electricity sparked up the walls as the elevator doors slid shut.

There was a whooshing sound, before the red bleeps of the Omnitrix returned him to his human form- the atmosphere had returned. He grabbed on to some iron bars built into the walls just before the artificial gravity returned, as did the suicidal suited figure.
"Result!" The first figure cheered, throwing her arms into the air, "Powering a space station with a Dalek death ray! There's a first for everything!"
"Yeah but I wish you wouldn't cut it so close!" the second figure, dangling from her rope, reprimanded her, "You could've died."
"Not a chance, what's the worst that could've happened?"
"You could've died." she repeated flatly.
"Nah. I've been exterminated by a Dalek before, it didn’t stick."
Ben cocked his head, confused, "The… death?"
"I'm a Time Lord," the stranger explained, "Time Lords don't die, we regenerate. Although come to think of it, that didn't stick either."
"Time Lord? Just who are you two?" asked Ben.
"I could ask you the same question! One second you're the most marvellous creature I've seen in decades, and the next you're some boring human!"
She removed her helmet, attaching it to her belt. She had short bob cut blonde hair with dark roots and spoke in an obnoxious English accent.
"Oi!" her companion complained again.
"Right, sorry," she responded, "I'm the Doctor. Time Lord. This is my friend Yaz." she gestured towards the other figure.
Yaz ascended the rope to meet Ben, and extended on hand, "Yasmin. Yasmin Khan."
"Ben. Ben Tennyson." He shook her hand.
"What like the cartoon character?"
"Huh?"
"Right!" The Doctor interrupted, "Anyone call for a lift?" She held aloft a strange sliver stick, which had an orange light on its end and made a buzzing noise. There was a rumbling beneath them as the elevator approached, slowing down as it reached them so they could climb atop.

"I feel like I have so many questions," said Ben.
"That thing that almost killed us is called a 'Dalek'," the Doctor answered, "Hateful, evil mutations encased in polycarbide war machines."
"Okay well I was going to start with 'Could I scan you?'" He looked down at the Omnitrix. It was glowing orange again.
"You can buy me a drink first," she scoffed, "What for? How did you get here anyway? Cos you weren't part of the crew here yesterday."
"I'm a- uh- I'm a traveller and thi-"
"Nice try." The Doctor cut him off, "But that's our excuse."
"I don't see why you'd want to travel in the middle of a war zone either." Yaz added.
"It's complicated," Ben admitted.
"Alright if you don't want to tell, you can at least say why you want to scan us?"

"Oh, not both of you, just one of you."
"Which one?" asked Yaz.
"I don't know how it chooses, but it'll need to scan one of your for Time Lord DNA would be my guess."
"That'll be the Doctor then."
"Do you have any idea how many people have tried to get their hands on Time Lord DNA before? Why should I just give you mine?"
"Cos the Omnitrix won't work until I scan you, and I don't know how to turn that feature off. I'm sorry, but if you want my help I'll need to scan you. I won't do anything nefarious with it, I promise."

The Doctor took out her small silver wand once more and flashed it menacingly against Ben's forehead.
"What are you-"
"Lie detector. You aren't lying, are you?"
"No?"
The Doctor pulled the device away, pretending to observe it before shooting a glance back to Ben.
"True." she stated. Ben looked to Yaz for an elaboration.
"It's a screwdriver," she lent towards him, "no it doesn't detect lies."
"Right..." Ben brought the Omnitrix up and held the side button. It scanned the Doctor before announcing the addition of Time Lord DNA.
"So when this Omnitrix works, what does it do?" the Doctor asked him.
"It turns me into different alien species, like the one you saw earlier."
"That would've been important to know before I gave you the key to immortality."
"My universe is dead, I'm not sure it matters how much longer I have left to live."
"Grim," said Yaz.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I lost my planet recently too. I'm the last of my kind."
The elevator continued for a few moments before slowing to a halt.
"Wait, did you just say universe?" The Doctor asked as the doors opened.

"Took ya long enough!" The woman from earlier was waiting outside the elevator. She slid in next to Ben and Yaz. The doors closed behind her, they were on their way up again. Ben could not keep his eyes off of her. She had a deep Southern accent that turned her words into honey.
"Rosemary, is everyone else safe?" asked the Doctor.
"Brian's dead, but at least he had his suit on. Rest of 'em scattered across the station, just as ya asked for."
"Brilliant. We might have some hope yet."
"These Daleks," Ben pulled himself away from staring at the woman, "what do they want?"
"To kill us," she answered.
"Yeah but why?"
"So we'll be dead."
"But why? They have to want something?"
"They got what they wanted, and we took it from them," Yaz explained, "They've been here for weeks experimenting on the people here, simulating invasion after invasion to learn how humans like us think. The Doctor built a data bomb and destroyed everything they learnt, so now they're going to kill us."
"Okay, so I showed up at the end of an episode, basically?"
"What?"
"Doctor, you said they were mutants? What happened to them?"
"War happened. A thousand years of warfare before a madman accelerated their genetic damage to create a species bitter enough to want for the death of all other life in existence."
"And now they're at war with humanity?"
"Among the other races, but yes. Mankind are the only ones who've managed to halt their conquest so far. It drives them mad," she chuckles.

Ben thinks back, for a moment, on the Highbreed movie. The Highbreed had also been mutations of a sort. Degenerates, really, though the thought of using that word in this context made Ben feel nauseous. Their race had evolved into an end- becoming completely sterile after generations of selective breeding. They viewed themselves as the perfect creations, and if the universe would not have them then it would be denied any other race also. They sought to eradicate all life at once- so the Highbreed would be all that remained during their final days. Kev had, miraculously, used the Noah's Ark-like nature of the Omnitrix to decapitate this plan in one fell swoop. Ben wondered if he could do the same here.

The elevator finally came to a stop once again. The doors opened into a wide space.
"Yes!" The Doctor exclaimed as she clapped eyes on the room, rushing over to a large glass container within which sat an oily black liquid, "It's finished! It worked."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," Yaz argued, nodding to a completely empty vat on the other side of the room.
"Oh! No no no!" She ran back across and met Yaz by the vat, "Gah! It's so close! So so close!"
"Doctor what the hell have you done to my lab?" said Rosemary as her and Ben finally caught up to them. The room was a complete mess- wires and tubes and tubs everywhere. Beneath the havoc lay some kind of order, evidence of the functions the room had originally been intended for, subverted and repurposed to the Doctor's end.
"I was making you a weapon," she ran her hands through her hair, "but unless I can synthesise more Nitrous Oxide, it'll die out."
"Well there's some in the med bay, we can get some from there."
"Yeah, about that..." Yaz smiled.
"Sorry," the Doctor added, also smiling apologetically.
"You-" Rosemary almost shouted, "You took the med bay's supply?"
"You've been fighting the Daleks for months, you haven't needed it. And I knew once they figured out I was here, you wouldn't need it then either. Dalek attacks don't tend to cause injuries."
"Alright. Alright, well there should be some spare in the docking fields. They use it as an engine oxidiser."
"Sorry, wrong again."
"By God you two get into everything don't you? I've known Pting less ravenous than you."
"If it makes you feel any better," the Doctor assured her, "you ran out some time last week. We've been making our own since then."
"Fantastic." Rosemary laughs, annoyed.

"So if you've been making your own, what's the problem?" Asked Ben, "Can't you just make more?"
"We can," the Doctor answered, "but it'll take too long. The serum we've cultivated already will die out before we can make any more."
Ben brought the Omnitrix to bear, remembering one of the aliens he had access to, "Well what if I could speed it up?"
"You can't," the Doctor shook her head, "even at their absolute maximum tolerance, it'll take hours to make what we need."
"She should know, she almost blew them up figuring out what 'maximum tolerance' meant." Yaz remarked.
"My confidence dwindles by the second," said Rosemary as she pulled a stool out from one of the cluttered desks and sat down.
"Okay, but what if I could increase the maximum tolerance? I have an alien that can physically merge with the machines. If I bootleg them and give them an Upgrade, I could generate enough gas in maybe a minute or two."
The Doctor scrunched her chin as though shrugging, "Can't hurt to try at this point."

Ben excitedly slammed down the dial- something he was about to discover could slip the selection, though the connection would take much longer to realise. He expected to become an alien he had already named 'Upgrade' but Kev's version had been named 'Bootleg'. It is a Galvanic Mechamorph transformation, a techno-organic fluid that, just as Ben had described can merge into machinery and repair or improve it. Usually temporarily. He did not become Upgrade. The second thing he was about to learn is that Kev kept some of his aliens secret.

What emerged when the green glow faded was an unfamiliar, bulky, purple-skinned humanoid. Clad mostly in a black-and-white hazard suit, its body was covered in nozzles and valves. In its stomach was a glass window revealing a cloud of swirling blue gasses. The Omnitrix symbol sat over where its mouth should be, though without a mirror Ben would not realise this.
"Oh," the new alien's voice was deep, "who the hell is this guy?"
"Is... Is this not what you meant to turn into?" asked Yaz.
"No, but..." Ben hesitated as he came to understand his form. It was like thoughts came more easily as he began to make connections he ordinarily would not. "What was it you wanted, nitrous oxide? Yeah I can make that." But he didn't know why he thought he could make it until he looked down at his stomach. "Ah, I see now. I'm a walking chemistry lab! Man I always sucked a chemistry. Oh well lets give this a shot." He pulled the pipe from the top of the empty vat and plugged it into one of the nozzles on his arm, before producing the nitrous oxide within his stomach and pumping it through the machinery.

Ben watched the gas flood into the vial. The black sludge slowly began to turn light blue. "Oh, I see now! Doctor this is brilliant! Genius!"
"What is it?" asked Rosemary.
"It's an advanced form of Primordial Ooze. The chemical components are reorganising themselves into a primitive form of life! We are watching the birth of a new tree of life! Biogenesis!"
"Bang on the money!" The Doctor commended him.
"Okay, I'm not being dense here, I think, when I ask how does that help us?"
"Its creating an anti-Dalek virus," Yaz answered, "I think."
"Exactly!" said Ben, "Now Ben is a highschool drop out and Gutrot's speciality is chemistry, so I might be talking nonsense here; but I think the theory is that if you can control the starting conditions of life, you can influence how it evolves. So this virus should be specially adapted to break down the Dalek genome, while leaving any other species unaffected. Doctor I must say this is truly beautiful-" he paused for a moment, his tone dropping as he remembered what this virus was made for, "it's like you've turned genocide into an art form."
"Needs must." The Doctor responded, "It's like using a hammer to take down a bulldozer- One genocide to stop a thousand at the hands of the Daleks."
"You're lucky I don't have time to stop you," said Ben, fully aware that he already had his own solution in mind. He removed his hand from the tubing. "Right. I'd say about twenty seconds and it'll be prime and ready."
"Perfect," the Doctor paused, "that just leaves one last problem."

A Few Minutes Later

What the Doctor had neglected to mention was the delivery method. She had a tranquilliser gun, but no way through the Dalek casing. She explained that the Daleks had a system for remotely opening each other's casings- though this seemed rather more like speculation than matter-of-fact. Still, Ben naively assured her that Upgrade could collect that code and transmit it back to her. She could then broadcast that signal and deliver the virus.

The Doctor, naively, believed him.

They split into two teams. The Doctor and Yaz would try and draw as many Daleks to themselves as possible, while Rosemary and Ben would try and catch only one alone. This maximised the number of Daleks that could be infected while minimising risk to Rosemary and Ben.

Rosemary's suit connected her to the other members of her team, who remotely directed her through the safest possible route.
"They're heading for the life support systems," Rosemary relayed to Ben, "they're gonna try and choke us again."
"How many?"
"Just the one, and it's close."

Ben carefully pushed down the Omnitrix dial, once again hoping for Upgrade. Successfully this time he had become the 7-foot-tall black liquid metal alien, his body adorned in glowing green circuitry. He inhaled deeply, a mundane gesture given his lack of lungs, and loudly announced;
"OW! MY LEG!" His voice sounded synthetic, but otherwise identical to his human voice.
"What the hell was that?" Rosemary whisper-shouted.
"What? I figured it'd be more likely to go for an injured target." Ben melted into the floor, spreading himself thin across the corridor, "Now draw it close."

The distant Dalek hummed as it slowly crawled around the corner.
"Target identified," it screeched, "Captain Salvia Rosemary."
"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed, "shoot me about it." She spread her arms wide, challenging it.
"You will not share the fate of your subordinates." It paused just beyond the Upgrade mat.
"Oh?" Her surprise was genuine, "Why not?"
"You will kneel. KNEEL!" It began its advance again, aiming its plunger-like manipulator arm towards Rosemary's head, "Your mind will be analysed, its secrets will become ours! We will learn of humanity directly- through you!" It was just five metres away.
Four.
Three-
Upgrade sprung his trap- peeling off of the floor and wrapping himself around the Dalek, seeping into the mechanism of the war machine.
"Alert!" It screamed, "I am compromised! I am compromised!" While the outline of the Dalek was still visible, its armour was now the same colouration of Upgrade and the whole thing began to sizzle.
"Ow! OW!" Upgrade began to yelp, the defence systems of the alien machine burning him away, "Got it!" The Dalek machine went silent. "Say," Upgrade turned back to Rosemary, the Dalek's head turning with him, "how did you know it wasn't gonna shoot you?"
"Guess ah'm just that good," she smirked. Truth be told, she'd rather have been shot than suffocated. "Do you have the signal?"
"Hold on. This thing's a bit more advanced than Upgrade is built for. Nope. Wait. Got it. Put the Doctor on loud speaker, I'll send it on her mark."
Rosemary put her finger against the communicator built into her neckpiece.
"SEND IT SEND IT SEND IT SEND IT NOW, BEN!" The jumble of voices- both the Doctor and Yaz- came through at once and Ben did as was asked. There was a moment of dead air before the Doctor's voice, alone, came through.
"Thanks Ben!"

The mid-section of the otherwise motionless Dalek split straight down the centre, full segments of armour shifting out of place and moving to reveal a sickly pale creature within. Upgrade peeled off of the machine, coming to stand just before Rosemary.
"Now don't tell the Doctor this, but- GAH!" He screamed as his arms were about to pull away from the Dalek- something was digging into them. It was the creature! A disgusting mass of tentacles with a single bright blue eye, it was deceptively strong. It leapt out of the machine and wrestled Ben to the floor, tearing away chunks of his arm with hidden teeth.
"I... Control... You!" Somehow it was still connected to the travel machine, speaking through it. Its tendrils searched for Upgrade's neck, attempting to choke and prodding for a spinal chord.
"Get!" Ben managed to hold it at arms length, "Off!" He slammed the creature into the wall before remembering that Upgrade was a liquid. He melted into the floor, freeing himself completely of the grapple. But just as he did the Dalek creature began to crawl- at quite an astonishing pace- towards Captain Salvia Rosemary.
"Exterminate! Exterminate!" the empty suit cried out. Rosemary ran back, she knew as well as most how dangerous the Daleks were even without their armour. Ben emerged from the floor, grabbing the mutant in one hand and dragging it away.

"Captain! Captain we have a situation!" A panicked voice came through Rosemary's comms, it was not one that Ben knew.
"Yeah we got one over here as well," she replied as she watched Ben move the monster back to its empty machine, slamming and holding it inside.
"It's all flesh ma'am!" Ben turned back in expressionless horror- Upgrade did not have a face with which to convey his reaction.
"Conway, Repeat that." Rosemary ordered.
"The corridors! Ribs and blood everywhere!" This did nothing to clarify anything. Ben now moved frantically, as he held the screaming Dalek creature at bay in its cage.
"Come on! DNA repair! Genetic fix! Do something!" he toyed with the Omnitrix dial in his chest before finally hitting the right combination of presses to initiate a scan mid-transformation. Yellow light danced over the mutant.
"Scan complete. Damaged gene sequence detected." The Omnitrix announced.
"Fix it!"
"Genetic repair will require all available power."
"DO IT!"

Meanwhile, On The Other End Of The Salvation

"SEND IT SEND IT SEND IT SEND IT NOW, BEN!" Yaz and the Doctor were pinned into a dead end, each hiding behind fixtures in the walls. A small squadron of Daleks was enclosing on them. They were just metres away, and the two only survived because they had broken line of sight. As soon as the Daleks reached the end of the corridor, they would kill them.

Lucky, then, that the Daleks never reached them. The pair peered out from their hiding spots. The three invaders had stopped in place, their machines now beginning to open. The Doctor gestured to Yaz to get behind them, and she did so immediately. The Doctor, ever one to showboat, moved to present herself to the defenceless- but by no means harmless- Daleks.
"Thanks Ben!" she spoke into the comms device just as the Dalek mutants came into view.

"What... What have you done to us?" One of them asked.
"I told you," she brandished a small rifle with a vial of light blue liquid attached to it, "leave this station alone, or I will stop you. So this is me stopping you."
"Your weapon? You would execute us?"
"You had plenty of opportunities to leave. Instead you came in here to slaughter us like animals. What happens next is your own fault."
"But you are the Doctor?" Another of the Daleks spoke up, "You will show mercy."
"MERCY! MERCY! MERCY!" all three Daleks chanted. The Doctor brought the weapon to her shoulders, looking down the ironsight and aiming straight for the centre-most creature.

"Captain!" The Doctor's intercom spoke suddenly, she placed her finger on the trigger, "Captain we have a situation!" She hesitated.
"Yeah we got one over here as well"
"It's all flesh ma'am!" The Doctor lowered her weapon as she listened.
"Conway, Repeat that."
"The corridors! Ribs and blood everywhere!" The Doctor tore her communicator off of her neck, stowing it in a pocket and returning her hand to the grip of her gun.
"What is that, what's he talking about?!" She demanded to know.
"This situation is unknown to us."
"Wait," Yaz interjected, "they heard that?"
"All communications are monitored," The Dalek responded plainly, "Daleks have no concern for the anatomical function of lesser races. If something has torn apart a human body, it is none of our concern or interest."
"The technique, however, is of great interest," the Doctor moved her aim to the Dalek that had begun speaking, "your terror is obvious. Psychological warfare is not a Dalek technique. Perhaps it should be." The Doctor opened fire. Her aim impeccable, she fired a single shot into each exposed Dalek. The syringes embedded deeply into their thin, transparent skin.

The creatures groaned in pain, limply moving their now infected limbs to try and yank the needles out. Within a few seconds each of them had succeeded, but the Doctor could now see that they had lost their strength. She approached them, entering the range of their reach.
"And don't bother running back to your empire, either," she taunted, "that virus has infected the antibodies of your travel machines too. There's no way to get your info package through the human hypercom blockade without infecting the rest of your species. Your mission has failed."

Suddenly a green wave roared through the corridor. The Doctor watched as the three creatures before her writhed and fidgeted, before retreating into themselves and cowering behind their own tendrils. Their bodies began to glow a sickly swampy colouration as their body mass congealed in on itself. Within seconds all that remained were three pulsating cocoon-like structures within the silver Dalek war machines. She slipped away from them as their machines sealed themselves. She ran past Yaz, who followed her.
"We need to move!" she announced, concern painted throughout her tone.

---

"What have you done to me?" The Dalek strained to ask. Ben picked himself off of the floor, having been knocked onto his backside when he detransformed from Upgrade.
"I've fixed you. I've repaired the damage to your genome, you should be able to live again now." He watched as the creature slowly reverted into a cocoon-like state. This wasn't what he remembered from the movie, but then again the damage to the Daleks was far more extensive. He turned to the captain; "That guy, he said something about Flesh?"
"To be honest with you I have no idea what he was saying."
"We need to get to him. Now!"
"Why? What do you think the Daleks have done?"
"The Daleks aren't an issue now, but the Flesh is so much worse."
"Worse than Daleks?"
"Rosemary it really is good to see you again, and it feels great to know better than you what's happening this time, but we really need to get to him if we want to live."
"Alright stop. You do not know me and you do not give me orders! Ya hear?"

Ben turned away in momentary annoyance, "Alright. Sorry. You weren't there when I explained who I am. Firstly, you're right. I do not give you orders, but I do need you to know what's at stake right now. My name is Ben Tennyson,"
"Which is about all I know."
"Yes. I'm a multiverse traveller and a shapeshifter. I turn into the alien races from my universe and those I encounter on my journey. And the only reason either of those two things happen is because my universe- my home and everyone I ever knew or loved- is dead. They were killed by the Flesh. If-"
"If the Flesh is here we're all in danger. Alright come with me."
"But also I think I met you before," he revealed as he ran alongside her, "in another universe. You were a scientist there, too. But she escaped to another universe. I thought you might've been her."
"I was born on the frontier world of Vulcan. I was recruited into the Defiance Protocol and moved aboard the Salvation here in the Silfrax Galaxy 'bout ten years ago. Never been to another universe, though." They reached a junction, passing right.

"What in the Seven Galaxies?" Rosemary exclaimed. They came to an abrupt stop, several feet behind one of the other scientists. They were clad entirely in their denim blue spacesuit. All three of them looked in abject horror upon the corridor ahead of them- every inch leading towards the doorway on the far end was covered in living, beating, pulsating meat.
"Hey," Ben called, "you need to get away from that stuff."
"I can't," It was Conway's voice, "I can't move."
"Conway what are you doing down here?" Salvia asked. The way ahead was poorly lit, the Flesh had destroyed the lighting fixtures so the only light was coming from behind Ben and Rosemary.
"I'm sorry, Captain. I panicked. This stuff's growing all over the vegetation lab. I was heading for the control room for safety."

Ben slowly approached Conway.
"I understand you're scared right now," Ben assured him, "so I'm going to pull you to safety, okay?"
"Captain we have a situation!" Conway cried.
"I know, Conway, I see it too." Salvia Rosemary comforted him, "Just stay calm, you're alright."
"Ribs and blood everywhere!" He cried out again. Ben looked past him, there were in fact bones growing out of the mess. They seemed to guard instruments in the walls- keypads and the like. He reached out and grabbed Conway's wrist.
But the suit was empty.
Ben looked up at Conway, whose head had turned to meet his gaze.
The suit was empty, save for vivid pink and red strands he could see through the glass growing like ivy up the inside. Two branches reached out from the back of this naked nervous system, holding on their ends Conway's disembodied eyes.

So much had happened over the past two days that Ben forgot sometimes how little time had actually passed since he had received the Omnitrix and begun his journey across the omniverse. But now, faced by the horror of the Flesh, all he could do was scream as he was thrown back to the very start of it all. He fell backwards into the red mush on the wall and, in blind panic, smashed the Omnitrix against the Flesh.

The green light faded quickly, and Ben immediately retaliated against the horror. He threw a stream of fire from his glowing magma hands into Conway, throwing him like a ragdoll into the far wall where the facade collapsed and the thing deflated.
"Lord!" Rosemary exclaimed, "Conway! Ben, what happened?!"
Heatblast picked himself up off of the floor, "Conway's dead! How the hell was he speaking to us!" He threw another wave of fire over the corpse, but it did nothing. The suit was designed to withstand much worse. He turned his attention to the Flesh all around and began scouring it from the walls. Rosemary looked down at the body.
"He's ghosting," she pointed to the flashing green lights on Conway's communicator, "those were his last words." As Ben's torrent swept about the corridor the Flesh began to retreat, pulling itself into the ventilation system to escape. Rosemary took the opportunity to make a dash for the door into the main control centre.
"What does that mean?" Ben shouted, disgusted.
"The communicator kept his consciousness alive. It happens sometimes. Now come on!" She wretched the door open. Ben jumped through and Salvia slammed it shut behind herself.

"Ben Tennyson." The Doctor marched across the room, "Just what exactly is it you think you've done?" The room was a large circular space. A computer system sat in the centre with a number of seats around it, in which sat one of Rosemary's crew mates. Yaz stood beside him.
"I told you, I'd stop your genocide if I could. So I did."
"What have you done?" she pushed.
"I repaired the damage done to their genetic code. Now they don't have to kill us." The Doctor laughed at the Pyronite as he transitioned back into a human.
"What makes you think that?" Yasmin asked.
"Well they're no longer going extinct for a start-"
"Why do you think they're going extinct?" The Doctor continued to laugh.
"Well why else would they be trying to kill everything in sight?"
"I'll tell you why, Ben," she was no longer laughing, "because that's what they want. Life is a competition, and the Daleks win by being the only competitors. From birth til death, all they feel is hatred. Dislike for the unlike taken to the extreme. You haven't stopped them from wanting us dead, at best you'll have made them suicidal."
"Well it was a better solution than you had!"
"No it wasn't! My solution meant the Daleks could never return to their empire unless they wanted to risk wiping them out as well. Now all they have to fear is death. And let me tell you, Ben, and believe me this time; they do not fear death."

"Oh my god," Yaz muttered, "Who is that? Who's still outside?" They all turned to look through the porthole of the door Ben and Rosemary had come through. There stood the spacesuit of deceased Officer Harold Conway. The green light still flashed on his neck.
"Conway," Rosemary answered regretfully, "he didn't make it."
"But he's stood right there!" Yaz argued.

"I'm here. I'm still here." Conway's voice came through the communicators. "Please let me in."
"Doctor?" Yaz looked to her for comfort.
"Conway was a good man," Captain Rosemary spat, rising to anger, "and you've taken his voice! Whatever you are!"
"I'm not gonna warn you," Ben announced, "I will destroy the Flesh here. This universe is not yours to take."
"I am here," Conway assured them, "I'm with the Flesh now. They can save us, y'know? If we join with the Flesh we can win this war against the Daleks. They wouldn't stand a chance."
"Neither would mankind," said Ben, turning to the Captain, "I thought you said we'd already heard his last words?"
"We have. Because I know how Conway talks and this isn't it."
"Ben, what is this?" the Doctor asked.
"I told you my universe was gone. That's where."
"I've seen enough. Enfield, how many of the others are still alive?" Rosemary pointed to the man at the computer.
"Just Angel and Halloway, ma'am."
"Good, and the Dalek vessel is still docked with us?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Wait Rosemary, this is dangerous," the Doctor protested.
"Thanks for your input Doctor but so far you've failed to deal with the Daleks and the stakes just raised to the whole universe. You an' Ben'll do what I say now. No arguments. We're fleeing for the Dalek ship." She turned back to Systems Officer Enfield, "Tell Angel to bring the dummy plug, tell Halloway to get the modified welders, then tell them both to abandon ship. Initiate the self destruct. Full authority. Two minute countdown."
"Yes ma'am."

"Wait," urged the Doctor, "you'll never be able to pilot it! Dalek technology cannot be interfaced by humans."
"Then you know about as much about us as the Daleks do. Are you gonna come with us or are you going back to your ship?"
"The TARDIS has shields," said Yaz, "we can summon it when we're safe. I vote we go with you."
"Alright. Lead the way."
"I'm not coming," announced Ben.
"Like hell you aren't," Salvia shouted, "no man left behind!"
"Exactly. If those Daleks are willing to change their ways I need to give them a chance to do so. I can't just leave them to die."
"You really aren't listening to me, are you?" The Doctor grilled.
"Listen I knew when I got this watch that I had to save as many lives as I could. I'd be ashamed if I stopped trying so soon." He ran over to one of the room's eight doors. He knew, or rather half-remembered, that the Doctor and Yaz had come from this direction when they confronted their group of Daleks. "I'll catch up with you soon." He looked to the Omnitrix and slammed down on Heatblast's hologram. Once again the dial had slipped and he transformed into a small black gremlin with the body of a battery. His body was covered in yellow nodes and crackled gently with the flow of electricity. This was Kev's alien Trouble A and Ben hadn't realised this was one of the aliens he had access to. Still, he could make this work. He smiled to the others before vanishing into a bolt of lightning that travelled through the wiring in the walls.

---

A gentle steam rolled out from the vented necks of the three Dalek war machines. They remained motionless, exactly where the Doctor had left them, their eyes dull. The machines hissed as they opened once more, a sickly orange fluid seeping out. What emerged were the almost-human Kaled creatures. Single eyes on their foreheads, their eye sockets sealed over. Their skin hung loose and they appeared elderly, veins visible beneath their skin.
"What- what are we?" one of them asked, struggling to move its new lips.
"W-we," another one hesitated, its mouth spasming, "are ruined." Even by the standards of the original Kaled race, these three were now hideous mutations. The Omnitrix was not designed to recreate species beyond its own samples, so much of their new image was guesswork. They retained the sunken vestigial eye sockets, the nearly useless paper-thin skin, the fragile and almost non-present bone structure. Yet enough apparently remained of the genetic origin that they had been restored to humanoid forms. One of them attempted to walk, but slipped immediately under its own weight. It agonised on the floor.
"They have made us like themselves," it wheezed, "abominations. This is our execution." Another of the creatures hobbled to its feet, careful now after its comrade's failing. It observed itself; its claw-like fingers and chitinous teeth. Yet it could touch and feel, for the first time in its life. It felt the warmth of the station's life support system on its skin. A moment of bliss rolled through its mind, followed by its gag reflex. These were alien sensations and alien emotions. They were not Dalek. And they themselves were no longer Dalek. They could be no longer.

"We are still alive."
"For what purpose? Our lives are forfeit to impurity."
"They can still be spent. They can be spent exterminating the Doctor."
"They could be spent better." There came a woman's voice. But it was not the Doctor, nor was it Captain Rosemary. This figure was new to the Daleks; her body comprised of exposed muscles and glistening viscera.
"You will identify yourself. Identify!" The Kaled broke into a hacking cough- its throat no longer capable of the commanding screams of a Dalek.

"I am an Avatar of the Flesh. My name is irrelevant to you, but my purpose is divine. I can offer you the chance to contribute towards a Dalek victory in this war- something your meagre and failing bodies are now incapable of."
"You propose an alliance?"
"I offer you a chance of salvation. A chance to reinforce Dalek supremacy."
"Daleks do not need help."
"And you are no longer Dalek. You can die in vain or you can die in the name of your empire as my puppets, the choice is yours."

---

Thunder crackled through the corridors. Blistering energy surged through the lighting, bulb after bulb illuminating to blinding heights one after another as Ben's new alien sped through the Salvation. Finally it emerged into the dead end that the Doctor had hidden herself in just minutes ago.
"BZZZZZZZT-SHOCK! HAHAHA!" he laughed manically. This form was- literally- full of energy. But what he saw was not funny at all. He found the three Daleks just as he had expected, but the machines were lifeless. A crawling lichen of gore covered the walls and clung to the skirting of the machines, pouring out of the ventilation. The three remnants of the Daleks stood not far from their machines. Flesh crawled up their bodies, consuming them.

"Really? I went to all that effort to fix you and you turn immediately to the Flesh?" Buzzshock exclaimed "How rude!"
"You destroyed us." One of them croaked- its blue eye standing out against the red viscera.
"I saved you! You didn't even give yourselves a chance!"
"All life submits to Dalek supremacy. Even us." One of the new Flesh creatures hobbled towards the small black alien. "Even you!" It swung with white bone claws, but its swung slow and Ben dodged without much effort. Ben walked up to the creature and kicked it in the shin. There was a bright flash, and the smoking puppet fell backwards. Ben had stunned it with an electric shock.

A second of the Kaleds came up to Ben, moving quicker now- it was learning how to use its new form. Its arms melted away, leaving only sharp blades of bone beneath. It lunged for Buzzshock, who jumped into the light in the ceiling and hung off of it.
"Do you have any idea how hard it's gonna be to tell the Doctor she was right about you? I came all this way just to save you for a second time!" The Kaled looked up at him, before leaping into the air with a howl.

---

Captain Rosemary lead Enfield, Yaz, and the Doctor towards the haphazardly docked Dalek vessel. They were all wearing their helmets now- getting to the Dalek ship required moving through a sealed off area of the station. They passed through a pair of doors either end of a corridor that had become a make-shift airlock. Within the airless portion they found Research Technician Angel and Chief Engineer Halloway manipulating a huge tool- like the sort that might be found on a construction site, but with a plunger-shaped Dalek manipulator tool attached to the end- and plunging it against one of the Dalek control pads connected to the Dalek breaching platform.

"Brilliant!" the Doctor shouted as the group approached, "Human ingenuity! I really have to stop underestimating you lot! Here, let me help." The Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver, pulling away a small panel on the massive tool and buzzing around the wires inside.
"Over there," Halloway nodded, "I left the welders by the wall." Rosemary and Enfield rushed over to grab one for themselves, with Enfield taking Halloway's as well. Rosemary passed one to Yaz.
"This looks like a rifle?" Yaz questioned.
"Yes. I did say they were modified," Rosemary assured her, "Not much gets through a Dalek but sustained fire from a few of these sure does the trick."

"It took me three months to make this," Angel moaned as the Doctor worked on her dummy plug, "you better not break it."
"Yeah and it'll take me three seconds to make it work," her face was practically inside the dummy plug device at this point, "not to undersell your hard work, though. I mean, wow! That you got this close to making a mock Dalek arm is incredible on its own. There!" She pulled out and replaced the panel. "Try it now." Halloway pulled the trigger. The three of them watched as the door into the Dalek warship hissed open. "Result!" the Doctor cheered.
"Alright, everyone inside! Now!" Rosemary ordered.
"Rosemary look out!" Yaz called as the rest of the group piled into the Dalek vessel. They stopped to see what the fuss was about.

The fourth Dalek rolled slowly towards the humans. Its eye stalk did not glow, and aimed limply down at the off side floor. Its arms, likewise, seemed unused. A deep red fluid dripped from the silver metal where ever two segments met. It stopped before Captain Rosemary.
"Enfield you're in charge now. Get everyone out of here. Do not wait for me."
"Salvia what are you doing?!" the Doctor protested.
"Angel get this door shut. GO!" she barked, before turning back to the Dalek. The Doctor rushed to intervene, but was stopped by Halloway dragging her away. The group moved into the bowels of the ship.
"This one!" Angel ordered, aiming her tool towards one of the alien consoles within the main control room.
"We can't leave her behind!" The Doctor continued to argue even as she assisted Angel in establishing her control over the command console.
"We're not going to," said Enfield, "'no man left behind' isn't something we say just to feel better about ourselves. Halloway; get the tractor beam online. I want it under our control before we pull away and I want us moving five minutes ago!"

---

"Last I checked Daleks didn't bleed," Salvia Rosemary taunted. The Dalek halted. Rosemary tightened the grip on her weapon. "It's over. I know what Ben's done to y'all. Y'ain't Daleks no more." It did not respond. "He went to offer the rest of y'all peace. I'm obliged to do the same, if yer even capable of the concept."
"Rose-mary," it struggled, the lights on its dome head barely illuminating, "your death... could have been... historic. It could have... mattered."
"Yeah well yours won't neither." She aimed the weapon directly at the Dalek war machine as it began to slide open. She wasted no time. The weapon- a modified welding tool- projected a sustained beam of bright red energy. Pure heat, it incinerated flesh and- catching the machine from its poorly defended interior- burnt straight through the other side. After a few seconds Rosemary released the trigger. The dull red glow of the heated metal gave way to scorched black. Slowly, carefully, foolishly, Rosemary inched forwards. The Dalek machine was empty- until a series of lashing bloodied tendrils poured out from the hidden undersection beneath where the creature should have sat. One of them- ended in a long claw- pierced through Rosemary's shoulder. She screamed, fending the creature off with blasts of fire. A bolt of lightning flashed through the room and into the Dalek ship. The whole station rumbled deeply.

---

"Tractor beam online!" Halloway announced.
"We're good for launch!" Angel followed.
"I'm going to need someone to operate the beam," Halloway followed.
"On it!" Yaz jumped into action.
"Good, aim for Rosemary!"
"Ready!"
"Alright," Enfield called, "begin takeoff!" The ship shuddered as it came to life. It moved slowly and gently away from the Salvation, breaking the seal it had created and exposing the Dalek-Flesh creature to the open vacuum of space. Yellow sparks crackled out from the various computer systems as Buzzshock suddenly materialised in the centre of the room. The Omnitrix rapidly timed out- it had been trying for several seconds but could not transform Ben while he remained in the wires. He stood in the middle of the room, only the Doctor free to pay him any attention.
"Alright, Doc, before you say anything let me just..." he looked around, "Where's Rosemary?"
"Engage tractor beam!" Halloway ordered.
"I think we might have a problem!" said Yaz. Ben ran up to Yaz's computer, but before he could make out anything he was distracted by Enfield and the Doctor dashing out of the room. He followed.

The Dalek vessel was small. Tiny, almost, size enough to transport just four Daleks. They had no need for water or food or comfort- their travel machines provided all of this and enough for them to survive for over a century without resupply. Their starships reflected this. Dull brass metal curves made up the interior, with room only for function. It did not take long to reach the tractor chamber. Within which was the body of Captain Salvia Rosemary. The Doctor and Enfield stood back- they knew there was nothing they could do. But Ben tried anyway. He was not trained to do so.

Rosemary's death was twofold;

1. She had been stabbed through her left lung. This collapsed the seal of the thoracic cavity- an injury ordinarily difficult to fix without rapid care and specialist equipment, elevated to nearly impossible with the puncture going through both her front and back.
2. She had been exposed to the vacuum of space. The seal of her spacesuit was punctured by the same attack- the hole made larger when the air rushed out from the rest of the suit. What this would do to a healthy human body is already worse than could be described here.

It was for the best that Rosemary was wearing a suit that obscured her face.
A green light flashed slowly on her neckpiece.

Ben began attempting CPR. Enfield pulled him away. He did not fight back.
"You could've saved her." Ben warned the Doctor.
"No she couldn't. Rosemary gave her life so we could escape."
"And you let her?" He continued to address the Doctor, "you said yourself you can't die! Why would you let a human sacrifice themselves?"
The Doctor looked down to her feet, "Just because we're more capable than most, doesn't mean we can do everything. You couldn't save her either. I'm sorry, but death happens."

Ben sank into Enfield's arms. The Doctor, once again, was right. Rosemary was the Captain. She was bold, as fit her position, and would never have let the Doctor take her place. The whole ship shook once more- this was the destruction of the Salvation station. The Flesh, and the Daleks with them, were destroyed. It was over.

The blinking green light in Rosemary's neckpiece faded and died. The last of their captain died with it.

Ben sat outside the control chamber for the next half hour, coming to terms with today's failures. He overheard the Doctor and Yaz talking about their own spaceship, and retrieving it with the tractor beam. Ben pulled the Chrononavigator from his pocket. This universe had been blue. It was supposed to be safe from the Flesh.

Angry, upset, he tapped for a red universe. How the hell could it be worse than this?

Ben 10: Beyond Bellwood
Previous Episode Death in the Everfree Current Episode The Genocide Gene Next Episode Children of the Flesh

Characters

• Kev 'Leven (cameo, via movie in flashback)
• Azmuth (cameo, via movie in flashback)
• Ben Tennyson
• Ester (cameo, via flashback)
• Salvation Crew
  • Brian (deceased)
  • Captain Salvia Rosemary (death)
  • Officer Harold Conway (death)
  • Systems Officer Enfield
  • Research Technician Angel
  • Chief Engineer Halloway
• The Doctor
• Yasmin Khan

Villains

• The Daleks
  • Reconstituted Kaleds (death)
• The Flesh
  • Avatars of the Flesh
    • Conway Avatar (death)
  • Puppets of the Flesh (death)

Aliens used

By Kev

• Quadsmack (cameo, via movie in flashback)

By Ben

• Armodrillo (debut)
• Gutrot (debut, intended alien was Upgrade)
• Upgrade (debut)
• Heatblast
• Buzzshock (debut, intended alien was Heatblast)

Aliens Acquired

• Unknown (Time Lord DNA sample)

Universes

The Doctor Who Universe

An incredibly expansive and diverse universe. Unlike most in the Omniverse, the Doctor Who universe does not experience peaks and lulls in its activity; its entire history is rife with developments and anchors.

At the relevant point in history, the universe is embroiled in a mighty war between the burgeoning First Great and Powerful Human Empire and the outstretched Dalek Empire. This war began with the Daleks attempting to prevent human expansions into space and, when they failed, humanity fought back. This conflict only fuelled the human expansion efforts. The Salvation was one of a great number of distant outposts situated far beyond either empire in an attempt to develop useful new technologies far from prying eyes.

Trivia

• Countless references to the continuity of the Doctor Who universe are made throughout this episode.
  • The colour scheme of the Daleks, silver with blue orbs, is the same colour scheme that the Daleks had in their earliest stories (The Dead Planet through Evil of the Daleks, albeit these stories are black and white). The same colour scheme has also been used on modern post-Time War Daleks, the type present in this story, though only on toys and in a for-charity remake of the Power of the Daleks.
  • This episode takes place during the human-dalek war, depicted numerous times throughout the show (Into The Dalek, et al).
  • The Doctor directly refers to the creation of the Daleks (Genesis of the Daleks).
  • Rosemary references the Pting (The Tsuranga Conundrum).
  • The idea of using biological weapons against the Daleks has been tried before with the Human Factor (Evil of the Daleks) and the Movellan Virus (Resurrection of the Daleks).
  • The Dalek-opening signal is shown in Power of the Doctor.
  • The Dalek attempts to probe a human's mind, as seen in Doomsday.
  • The Dalek mutant's strength- being able to wrestle an alien much stronger than a human- is mentioned in The Only Good Dalek comic.
  • The Dalek mutant attempts to mind-control Upgrade (Resolution).
  • The human comm devices are from Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead. As is the 'ghosting' effect they can have.
  • The Doctor refers to the Dalek Antibodies found in their travel machines (Into The Dalek)
  • Rosemary was born on the planet Vulcan (seen in Power of the Daleks) and moved to the Silfrax Galaxy (home of the Vespiform from The Unicorn and the Wasp).
  • Rosemary refers to the Seven Galaxies, a Kaled myth (Genesis of the Daleks). As an explanation for how she knows this myth, by this point in history "seven galaxies" would also refer to the reach of the Dalek Empire.
• The reconstituted Kaleds are designed to be closer in appearance to Davros, the scientist who created the Dalek race and a being that looked nothing like even the other Kaleds of his time.

Errors

• Ben scans the Doctor and receives Time Lord DNA, rather than Timeless Child DNA.
• The Doctor shows concern for Rosemary sacrificing herself. This is inconsistent with the Thirteenth Doctor's characterisation in the TV show (The Timeless Children, The Vanquishers).