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'Stop.' the creature grunted, 'Don't move!' it continued, it's voice was so very deep and it's action's were as unfriendly and as menacing as it's presence altogether.
'Did you kill this humanoid?' asked the Doctor, almost shouting at the Ogron in pure rage. 'It could only have been you, or your Dalek masters!'
The Ogron ignored the Doctor and his meaningless words. 'Hand over the password generator!' it bellowed, as it looked meaningfully into the Doctor's eyes.
'I don't know what you're talking about. Password generator?' he mused, 'Never heard of it before.'
The Ogron shook it's head, angrily. "Hand over the password generator, or face my Dalek masters.'
The Doctor emptied his pocket's in front of the Ogron, who starred in horror at the Doctor and his tomfoolery. 'I haven't a "password generator", but I do have one "little dish", an apple core, a yo yo, an umbrella and the latest edition of the beano I bought  last friday for a fiver. There. Bigger on the inside these pockets of mine!'
The Ogron's temper had exceeded it's limit. It fired at the Doctor, and an array of light shone out of the creatures weapon. It enveloped the Doctor within seconds. He let out a yelp, and fell face down to the ground. Slowly picking himself up, he saw the creature towering over him.
'That was a shock-wave. Not full capacity!' the Ogron grunted
The Doctor nodded breathlessly. The Ogron helped the Doctor back up on his two, slightly weak legs and looked him in his eyes. 'Now, before this interrogation gets under way, I would like you to meet your Dalek masters!'
The Ogron let go of the Doctor's collar and the he fell back down to the ground landing beneath his captors feet.
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 ohanna was in her forties, had married twice, both of her husbands having perished long ago leaving her to bring up her two daughters, from her second marriage, struggling to survive the war that waged for over a millenia. Johanna had been a typical mother- who had hung out with her daughters when she had the money and the time but the war had put paid to the normal family life and threw them all into a world of survival. Skaro had been their home, they had known no other and they had learnt to accept that on a world where political know-how had been shunted up the wall, they just had to do their best to get on with life. Johanna had done so, up until now.
Her daughter Kathy was the eldest of the two off-spring, Scarlet the youngest. Their brother Marcus had been the eldest of the her children before falling ill to the nuclear waste. He had been named after Johanna's first husband and had been a happy young lad. He had just turned eighteen and on the day after his birthday, the Ogrons had been ordered to attack the city for the very last bombardment. They had lost their brother to Skaro and the evil beneath the planets surface. Scarlet was almost certain that she'd die at the hands of Davros.
3. The Underworld
 he Doctor had been taken by the Ogron, to it's base set within the side of a hill. The Ogron had to help the Doctor to its lair, as he struggled to walk. The Doctor had been so shaken up, that he knew that he only had to say one word, and his Ogron guard would blast him with it's staza gun. He looked around the room he had been placed in. It was dimly lit, however, there were windows that looked out, onto the surface of the planet he had landed on. The Doctor struggled to get up off his knees and attempted to peer through the window frame in front of him. As he did so, he took out his sonic screwdriver and adjusted one of the many settings on the slim handle, he had in his grasp. He flicked a tiny switch and an array of light shone out, at the window. He pressed his nose up against the window and he looked out with amazement.
'This is wrong, so very, very wrong!' he concluded after starring out of the window for several seconds.
The sky had been completely smothered in fog and the landscape outside was littered with corpses. The Doctor could just make out countless bodies through the fog. He stepped back from the window. He spun on his heel and saw his Ogron guard had just left him, alone in his cell.
There was an odd glow outside, as the Doctor peered even closer now, against the window. The glow hovered in the fog for several seconds and then settled down amongst the many bodies that lay on the waste land outside. He tucked his sonic screwdriver back into his pocket, as he heard the footsteps of his returning guard draw closer.
Fearing the guard had returned, the Doctor stepped away from the window, and settled back down on the bench he had been left on earlier. The door leading to the his cell slid open and the Ogron guard stepped through, alongside a Dalek.
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