Oswin, Kaled Scientist

The Scientific Elite were composed of Skaro's best and brightest, or at least the best and brightest on the Kaled side of the war. It had been centuries since the endless, bloody battle with the Thals had begun. The front lines made do with fewer and fewer resources while the Kaled people hoped for a miracle.

So much went to the Elite, who put it to use working on a way to put a final end to the war. They'd fashioned the Dome that kept the civilians safe, fashioned weapons, and now there were murmurs of a new project.

"Coordinator Davros," Oswin said, hurrying into the room. She turned to ensure the door was locked securely behind her. "You called?"

Months from that point, a Thal warhead would detonate near his lab, burning and almost killing him. Months from then, he would go on to mastermind horrific experiments, culminating in the creation of a species more terrible still. But history is a fickle thing, able to be changed and shaped by even one new person.

"Ah, yes, scientist Oswin," Davros said. "Your... unorthodox way of thinking is of interest to a current concern of mine. Before I begin, nothing we discuss leaves the confines of this room, you understand?"

"Uh, yes?" Oswin said, uncertain.

"Excellent," Davros said. He gestured to the only other occupant of the room, a woman Oswin had worked beside a few times. "This is Shan, I understand the two of you are acquainted."

"We are," Shan said.

"Shan has some worries that I find myself sharing," Davros said. "This war is not sustainable. Even now our soldiers rely on bows and arrows because that is all we can afford to give them, even if we win and exterminate the Thals tomorrow, what will the state of the world be?"

"I..." Oswin began. She hesitated. "I've had the same training as anyone, I know what we did in the opening decades of the war, I know about the Mutos. No one can spend any length of time on the surface. And I'd guess, even in here, we're not immune. It's just... slower. Then food concerns, water, the state we'd be in... I see the problem."

"What solution would you suggest?" Davros said.

"Fix the world?" Clara said. "If we can reduce the amount of radiation, that alone could give us centuries."

"How?"

"Ask me when I've worked on it," Clara said. "No one expects you to give a whole blueprint at once."

"An approach, then," Davros said.

Clara hesitated. Davros's lips curled.

"Precisely," Davros said. "Ideals are all very well, but the pale in comparison to the cold hard reality that some day soon the Kaleds will not be able to survive on Skaro."

"So is that why you called me in?" Oswin said. "To let us know we're doomed?"

"Far from it," Davros said. "Shan has an... ingenius proposition."

"The Dalek Project," Shan said. "If we can't change Skaro, then we need to change ourselves. I can send you the paper, it goes over my initial thoughts."

"And it needs improvement," Davros said. "But the core idea is sound. New ideas are vital in the situation we find ourselves in, and you have had many... unusual approaches to situations. Will you work with us?"

"Sure," Oswin said. "Sounds like fun."

Oswin sat by her desk, working on a few bits of circuitry. She'd always had a knack for electronics, especially computers. And this... honestly it was more a bit of fun than anything, potential anti-armour applications but it was never going to be practical. The principle though could be interesting. And it was a distraction from Davros and Shan arguing again.

"Peace with the Thals is the only option!" Shan said. "If we keep fighting we're going to be in an even worse state. More will die. It will take a combined effort if we want any hope of rebuilding."

"If we complete the Travel Machine, we will be perfectly capable of surviving," Davros said. "So long as we plan for each possibility, the Kaled race will survive alone."

"And if we overlook one thing, or the war rushes us?" Shan said. "Peace is the only chance we have."

"It wouldn't last," Davros said. "We are two species occupying the same biological niche, conflict is inevitable, the superior will emerge. Peace with the Thals is not even a possibility. If there was some non-lethal means of subjugation then perhaps they could be used, but in the absence of that this is bordering on treason."

"How will we know it can't last if we don't even try? The- Ah!"

Shan stopped mid-speech as Oswin pointed her project at her and fired. A narrow beam of blue light shot out, striking the female scientist and swiftly spreading over her. In half a second the rigid uniform marking her as part of the Elite was reduced to nothing.

Eyes going wide, she clutched her hands over her front. Both she and Davros turned towards Oswin, one expression curious, one flustered and incredulous.

Oswin did her best attempt at an innocent expression. Ok, partly she'd wanted to shut them up, partly, ok, she'd been a bit curious as to both how Shan looked and how she'd reacted, but they didn't need to know that.

"Oops. Must've been a misfire," Oswin lied.

"Interesting," Davros said. He approached, gaze lingering on Shan for a moment. "An excessive effect, but only on non-biological matter. Limited in application, but the reaction itself is powerful. As a weapon it would need to find a way to extent that react to living matter, but... hm..."

He lifted it up, peering at the mechanism. Oswin took a step back, managing a sideways glance to Shan-

"Hey!" Oswin yelped as the weapon was pointed at her. A split second later and she felt a warm ray of light wash over her, promptly followed by a cool breeze. Eyes wide, she crossed one arm over her now-bare tits, and crossed her other hand over her pussy, biting her lip to stop from squealing too loudly.

Ok. Maybe she'd deserved that.

"A shared reaction," Davros murmured. "Perhaps bearing further study... I think there is something worth examining here."

"How about clothes?" Oswin squeaked. "I'd really like to study clothes right about now."

"Oh, I'm sure there's a spare uniform somewhere," Davros said, idly waving his hand. He pulled a seat, peering at the weapon and now making notes. "Don't bother me. Non-lethal means, allowing allyship while still ensuring victory... There is potential."

Oswin whimpered.

She glanced around the lab, squirming a little. Then hastily, flushing, she hurried towards the inner office, reluctantly flashing her ass to her two colleagues. There would be a change of clothes in there right? Right?

Clara and the woman who went by Me's TARDIS landed with a familiar, loud wheezing. The console was smoking slightly.

"Any idea?" Clara said.

"Seems like we bumped over a change in the timeline," Me said. "I'm still working on how those work."

"Worth exploring still?" Clara said.

"Definitely," Me said.

Me pulled a switch to open the doors, and seconds later the two hurried out. They were in... maybe some kind of ship. If the wide metal corridors didn't give it away, the every-present low, beating hum of some kind of engine core would have. Clara took a few steps on, looking past a wide archway.

Smooth floors, a rounded hemisphere set into a wall at waist height... something in her mind prickled.

Wait. This was... familiar.

"TARDIS detected!" a horribly familiar grating sound suddenly echoed. Clara stiffened, Me echoing the motion. "Locate intruder! Seek! Locate!"

"Is that-" Clara said.

"Yes," Me said.

"Why does our luck suck this much?!" Clara said.

Of all the places to land, did it have to be right on a Dalek ship?! Clara turned, Me already moving ahead of her right back for their TARDIS. They didn't want to stay in here a second longer than they have to.

A familiar metal nightmare rounded a corner. Clara glanced back over her shoulder, looked into a glimmering blue eye, and yelped. She darted around a corner as a blue bolt of light shot past her.

"Enf-inate!" it grated.

Clara hesitated for almost a whole second.

"Sorry, did it say-" Clara began.

"Do you want to stop and ask it?" Me said.

"Point taken!" Clara said.

Their TARDIS was parked just down there. The downside to a working chameleon circuit was finding the damn thing; one of those metal blocks was their ship, they just needed to find it before...

Before that. A second Dalek turned the corner ahead of them, middle portion swivelling to face them.

"Enf-inate!" it grated, and fired twice in quick succession.

Me closed her eyes, for a moment not knowing what to think. She'd had a long life, she could say that much. She'd expected to go out somehow better than this, she was ageless not unkillable, but she couldn't say she regretted much. Then again she couldn't remember a lot of her life. Still, it wasn't a time for regrets.

Clara stood there, feeling the ray strike her. Huh, she'd have thought it would hurt more. Then again... could it even kill her? She was due to die via raven, she didn't even have a heartbeat, what could this do?

Still, it washed through her...

She stayed standing. The Dalek didn't move. Huh, she'd have thought it'd have a more aggressive reaction to an intruder still standing there. And Me, how was-

Clara turned, and blinked. Yep, that was her travelling companion alright. That was a lot of her travelling comapnion. Dark hair, a pale back, an ass toned from millenia of surviving, with a distinct absence of whatever she'd been wearing before.

Me opened her eyes, and shrieked suddenly, turning to face Clara. In the same moment Clara had the same thought, and looked down.

What the hell was going on?! Daleks were meant to exterminate, not, not... not this!

She was greeted with an eyeful of her tits, both exposed in the last place she ever thought she'd end up showing them off, and, well, exposed! She flushed, hastily crossing her arms, and then squeaked as she realised that if Me's ass was anything to go by, she'd definitely be lacking anything on her lower half too.

It took her a moment to verify that. Her gaze kept being drawn back to her boobs, her modest cleavage still far too eye-catching even with her arms across it (or perhaps because of them), it was easy to be distracted.

Cheeks burning, Clara hastily lowered one arm.

"TARDIS!" Clara yelped. "TARDIS!"

"R-right," Me said.

She was somewhat breathless by the time she stumbled over to the last box, fiddling with her key in one hand, stumbling through the doors before again crossing her arm over her chest.

Flushing, Clara stumbled in after her, doors shutting beside her. By the time Clara could get a world out, cheeks still hot, Me was looking at the TARDIS database.

"Me?" Clara said. "What was- What the hell just happened?!"

Me bent over the console, ass still facing Clara, apparently more concerned with finding the answer than she was about her modesty, at least for those few moments.

Clara stayed by the edge of the console room, back bumping against the roundels, arms remaining crossed over her front. She bit her lip, whimpering a little, still bright red.

Of all the things to happen...

"Oh no," Me said.

"Oh no? Don't say oh no!" Clara squeaked. "What happened?"

"It must be the timeline change," Me said. "We got bumped to a world where the Daleks... according to this they're a single-minded, ruthless **** that have gone through several galaxies and dedicated themselves to the sole purpose of getting women naked."

"Sorry, what?!" Clara yelped. "The Daleks?"

"That's what it says," Me said. "And... oh. oh no."

"Again with the oh no?!" Clara squeaked.

"It says the radiation from their weapons can take a while to fade," Me said. "Clothing won't stay on until after-"

Clara flushed.

"H-how long's a while?" Clara said.