DOCTOR WHO fucks

"Okay, Warriors, the Doctor sent us back in time to find Davros at a specific moment for a specific task," Lysandra announced firmly to her team of twenty Sky Valkyries. Her piercing gaze swept across the warriors.

"Aww, just hearing his name makes me wet," one of the younger Valkyries quipped with a sly smirk.

Lysandra's hand cracked sharply across her cheek. "Control yourself. We have a job to do." Her tone brooked no argument as the others straightened, their focus sharpened.

The Sky Valkyries' ship tore through the fabric of space. Inside, the warriors readied themselves for battle, their determination palpable.

"We are about to reach Skaro," Lysandra called out. "Prepare yourselves."

The warriors donned their sleek, battle-worn armor, holstered their plasma guns, and sharpened their energy swords. The air thrummed with tension as they neared their destination.

As the Valkyries' ship entered Skaro's airspace, a Dalek patrol ship greeted them with a barrage of energy fire. The Valkyries' ship swerved desperately, but it became clear they would not survive intact.

"Emergency drop!" Lysandra commanded.

With calculated precision, the Valkyries leapt from the burning ship, deploying energy umbrellas that lit the crimson skies as they descended. The ship exploded in a fiery bloom behind them. They landed amidst the metallic wastelands of Skaro, the sound of Dalek energy blasts ringing out as they touched ground.

Lysandra unsheathed her energy sword, its blade humming with power. "Let's go!" she ordered.

Daleks rolled toward them, screeching in unison: "INVADERS! INVADERS! EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!"

Energy bolts zipped through the air. Two Valkyries fell, their armor scorched and smoldering. Lysandra charged forward, blocking a Dalek's energy beam with her sword, the impact sending sparks flying. With a deft movement, she slashed downward, cleaving the Dalek's eyestalk and rendering it blind before driving her blade into its central casing. Another Dalek attempted to flank her, but she spun, slicing its appendages clean off.

"Push forward!" she shouted as the remaining warriors rallied around her, cutting through the Dalek ranks.

After a brutal skirmish, they reached the towering edifice of the Dalek headquarters. The group advanced cautiously, encountering resistance at every turn. Room after room became a battlefield. One Valkyrie hacked into the base's navigation systems, guiding them to Davros's hidden lab. The cost was steep; three more Valkyries fell in the chaos.

Finally, Lysandra and the surviving warriors burst into the laboratory, sealing the chamber door behind them. There he was: Davros, sitting ominously in his spherical, metallic wheelchair, his withered face illuminated by the eerie glow of his control console.

"Who the hell are you? Why have you come to my planet?" Davros demanded, his voice a chilling mix of arrogance and suspicion.

Lysandra stepped forward. "Sorry to disturb you, Davros. We are the Sky Valkyries, and this is the only moment in time when the Daleks are vulnerable."

She produced a small, humming device that began to beep rhythmically. A growing, resonant hum filled the room as the TARDIS materialized behind them. Davros's expression shifted to one of incredulous rage as he recognized the sound.

"The Doctor," he spat.

The TARDIS door creaked open, revealing a skinny, ginger-haired Doctor with a cheeky grin.

"My old friend Davros. How have you been?" the Doctor quipped.

Davros sneered. "I can't keep track of you, Doctor. I've already seen eight of your incarnations. But I take it as a compliment; it only proves that my creations are a force to be reckoned with."

The Doctor's expression turned serious. "It's a force, all right. But not yet. I need you to build a backdoor to the Dalek consciousness."

"And why," Davros replied venomously, "would I ever do that?"

The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed it at Davros's chest. "Because if you don't, I'll end this right here and now."

Davros glared but relented, his gnarled fingers working swiftly at his console. "I'll need your DNA," he hissed. "And what keyword do you want?"

The Doctor smirked and plucked a strand of ginger hair, handing it over. "The keyword is: 'The Doctor is our master.'"

Davros typed furiously, his fingers shaking with suppressed fury. At last, he pressed a final key. The monitor displayed "COMMAND ACCEPTED."

Suddenly, the chamber door exploded inward as Daleks stormed in, firing relentlessly. The Valkyries retaliated, their guns blazing. Lysandra, her sword gleaming, cut through three Daleks in rapid succession. She deflected another energy bolt before plunging her blade into a Dalek's core, its shriek fading into silence.

The Doctor stood before five advancing Daleks. He raised his voice. "The Doctor is your master."

The Daleks halted abruptly. In unison, they repeated: "The Doctor is our master. The Doctor is our master."

The battle ceased. The Doctor turned his attention back to Davros, pressing his sonic screwdriver to the control panel.

"You won't remember what happened here," the Doctor said firmly.

Davros's expression contorted with anger as the Doctor activated the device, erasing his memory of the encounter.

The Doctor turned to the Valkyries. "Ladies, great job. Let's go."

The survivors retreated into the TARDIS, the warriors battered but victorious. The ship dematerialized, leaving only silence in the chaos-strewn lab of Davros.