Voyager meets Dr. Who

Part 1

Voyager hangs motionless in front of a large, pulsating energy ribbion, twisting in space. Energy streamers spew from
the ribbion like lightening bolts.

JANEWAY: Captain's Log: Stardate 51298.9. We have discovered what Ensign Kim believes to be a rip in the fabric of
space. We are hoping to analyse the rip in the hopes of possibly finding a wormhole or shortcut back home.

KIM: Still no definite readings, captain. Tetrion and neutrino readings are fluctuating all over the scale. I'm coordinating
sensor scans with Seven in Astrometrics. She hasn't seen anything like this before either. This is definitely a wormhole of some
kind, but we can't determine where it leads.

Voyager is rocked and buffeted by stray energy tendrils.

TUVOK: Shields are holding.

PARIS: She's bucking like a bronco.

JANEWAY: Holde her steady, Tom.

CHAKOTAY: Perhaps a probe get closer to the anomaly and tell us something.

JANEWAY: Good idea. Mr. Kim, ready a class IV probe for launch.

KIM: Probe ready, captain.

JANEWAY: Launch probe.

A small torpedo like device launches from Voyager and flies into the energy ribbion.

KIM: We've lost the telemetry from the probe.

CHAKOTAY: Well, so much for that idea.

CUT TO: Sickbay

The Doctor sits at his desk studying a medical file. He grimices as Voyager shakes again. From the other room he
hears a strange, whiring and grinding sound. He gets up to investigate.

DOCTOR (muttering): What did they break now? With all this shaking about, I'm suprised we're still intact. We can't leave
well enough alone, can we. Oh, no, we have to stop and investigate any and all strange spacial anomalies. Never mind the
stress and strain on the ship and her crew, tasking the skills and patience of the doc...

The Doctor's rant trails off as he reaches the outer part of sickbay and is suprised at what he finds. Standing in the
middle of the room is a large blue box the size of a telephone booth. At the top of the blue box are the words "Police
Box" and "Public Call." One side of the box, directly below the words, is taken up by a pair of doors.

DOCTOR: Well now, what's this. Definitely not standerd issue medical equipment. Computer, what is that?

COMPUTER: Unable to comply. Please be more specific.

DOCTOR: This large box in the middle of the room, what is it.

COMPUTER: Object is unknown. Sensors cannot penetrate surface.

DOCTOR: Hmm...

The Doctor taps his com-badge.

DOCTOR: Sick bay to bridge.

CUT TO: Bridge

JANEWAY: Bridge here. Is this important Doctor? We're in the middle of something right now.

DOCTOR: I believe so, captain. A large blue box has just materialized in Sick Bay. Perhaps Mr. Tuvok should come down
to investigate.

The bridge crew exchange curious glances.

JANEWAY: Doctor, did you say something just materialized in Sick Bay?

DOCTOR: That's correct.

JANEWAY: We're on our way, Doctor. Red alert. Tuvok, sound intruder alert and order a security team to meet us in Sick
Bay. Tom, back us away from the anomaly, 500,000 km. Mr. Kim, scan for any approaching ships. Chakotay, you have the
conn.

Janeway gets up and heads to the turbolift. Tuvok accompanies her.

CUT TO: Corridor outside Sick Bay.

Janeway, Tuvok and four security guards enter Sick Bay. Once inside Janeway and Tuvok pull out tricorders and scan
the object. The security team takes up a defensive positon, phasers drawn.

TUVOK: I'm not getting any readings. This object is impervious to tricorder scans.

DOCTOR: The ship's sensors were also unable to penetrate it.

JANEWAY: These letters up at the top, they're english. Any idea what it means.

DOCTOR: Ah, that I do know, captain. I described what I saw to the computer. Library records indicate this object is
identical to a communications device on Earth during the 20th century. The device was used to contact the authorities in the
nation-state of Great Britain.

Suddenly the doors to the police box open. Tuvok and the security team train their phasers on the opening. From
inside the police box emerge two individuals, a man and a woman. Both appear to be human. The man is tall with
curly brown hair. He is dressed in a dark brown trench coat, floppy hat and a multi colored scarf is wrapped loosly
around his neck. The attractive woman behind him is shorter. She too has brown, shoulder length hair and is dressed
in a white blouse, blue pants and boots.

DR. WHO: (noticing the drawn phasers): Oh, hello there. If I may ask, do you normally greet your guests in this fashion?.

Janeway motions for the security team to lower their phasers.

JANEWAY: I'm Captaini Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager.

Dr. Who slowly approaches Janeway and offers his hand. She takes it and he shakes her hand vigorously.

DR. WHO: Ah, Captain Janeway. So nice to meet you. Allow me to introduce myself. I am The Doctor and this is my
companion Ramana.

RAMANA: Hello.

Ramana and Janeway shake hands.

Dr. Who looks quizzically at Tuvok.

JANEWAY: This is Tuvok, my chief of security.

Dr. Who shakes Tuvok's hand.

DR. WHO: Hello Tuvok.

(turns to The Doctor)

DR. WHO: And you are?

DOCTOR: I am Voyager's chief medical officer.

DR. WHO: Do you have a name?

DOCTOR: Uh, I'm between names at the moment The crew refers to me as "Doctor" or, if they insist, "Doc."

RAMANA: Pardon me for asking, I don't want to be rude but, you're an artificial lifeform, aren't you?

DOCTOR: Yes, you are correct. I am the ship's Emergency Medical Hologram.

DR. WHO: A holographic doctor, how absolutely facinating.

JANEWAY: Sorry to interrupt but, now that introductions are out of the way, would you mind if I asked you who you are and
what brings you to my ship?

DR. WHO: Well, as I stated, I'm The Doctor, and this is my companion Ramana. We're travellers. As for what brings me to
your ship, I was just going to ask you the same question.

JANEWAY: What do you mean?

DR. WHO: Why, the dimensional vortex outside, of course. That's yours, isn't it?

JANEWAY: Our dimensional vortex? Oh, you mean the rift in space. No, that's not ours. We stumbled across it and
decided to study it.

DR. WHO: Then you didn't intentionally open a vortex from this dimension to the neighboring ones?

JANEWAY: Is that what it is? A dimensional opening?

TUVOK: Interesting.

Janeway taps her com-badge.

JANEWAY: Bridge, secure from red alert and move us back toward the rift. Commander Chakotay, we have guests. Please
inform Seven we're on our way to Astrometrics then join us there.

CHAKOTAY: Aye, captain.

JANEWAY: Perhaps, Doctor, you and Ramana would like to accompany us to Astrometrics. Maybe with your help we
could get to the bottom of this vortex.

As the group prepares to leave, a commotion is heard coming from the Police Box. Everyone turns and sees a small
robot shaped like a dog emerge from the device.

K-9: Master.

Startled, the security team raise their phasers. Dr. Who steps over and crouches next to K-9.

DR. WHO: It's all right everyone. This is my dog. K-9, be a good dog and stay here and guard the TARDIS.

JANEWAY: Your device is safe, Doctor. My people won't bother your, uh TARDIS, did you call it?

DR. WHO: Thank you, captain. I never had a doubt. In that case, K-9, why don't you stay here and discuss comparitive
physiology with the holographic doctor. I'm sure you two would have lots to talk about.

DOCTOR: Discuss physiology? He understands the medical sciences?

DR. WHO: K-9 is a very smart dog, aren't you K-9?

K-9: Yes, Master.

CUT TO: A corridor leading to Astrometrics.

Janeway, Dr. Who, Tuvok, Ramana and two security guards walk down the corridor. Turbolift doors open in front of
them and Chakotay steps out.

JANEWAY: Ah, Commander Chakotay. May I introduce to you The Doctor and his companion Ramana.

Chakotay shakes The Doctor and Ramana's hands.

CHAKOTAY: Welcome to Voyager.

DR. WHO: Thank you.

JANEWAY: The Doctor was telling us a little bit about himself. Continue, please, Doctor. You were saying you travel to
other dimensions?

DR. WHO: Yes. You see, Ramana and I are what are know as Time Lords. We're from the planet Gallefray. Our people
discovered the ability to explore dimensions much the same way you explore space. At least, they used to. Now they just sit
back and observe. I'm something of an oddity among my people. I enjoy getting out and seeing new sights, meeting interesting
people.

JANEWAY: And this device you use, your ship. You called it a TARDIS?

DR. WHO: Yes, TARDIS. Time and Relative Dimensions In Space. The TARDIS allows me to travel through time and
space to various dimensions.

TUVOK: Why is it in the form of a 20th century Earth communications device?

DR. WHO: Ah, well, that's an interesting story...

RAMANA: It's broken.

Tuvok raises his eyebrow.

DR. WHO: She's not broken, Ramana. She's just tempermental.

RAMANA: Tempermental with a broken chamelion circuit.

CHAKOTAY: Chamelion circuit?

DR. WHO: Yes. Well, in order to avoid detection among people and in order not to shock the general populace, we have a
device that causes the TARDIS to blend into it's surroundings. The chamelion circuit disguises the TARDIS, making it appear
to be a normal object for that location.

JANEWAY: And, your TARDIS looks like a Police Box because the chamelion circuit...

RAMANA: Is broken.

DR. WHO: It's not broken, just malfunctioning.

RAMANA: I keep telling him to upgrade to a newer TARDIS, but he insists on using the antique one he has now.

DR. WHO: That TARDIS and I have been through a lot together. Besides, I happen to like the way she looks.

The group arrive at the entrance to Astrometrics.

JANEWAY: Ah, here we are.

They step inside.

JANEWAY: Doctor, allow me to introduce to you Seven of Nine. Seven, this is The Doctor and that's Ramana.

SEVEN: It is nice to meet you.

Seven smiles, still with obvious effort.

RAMANA: You are a Borg, aren't you?

JANEWAY: You know of the Borg?

RAMANA: I've read about them but I've never seen one before.

SEVEN: Yes, I am a Borg. Captain Janeway freed me from The Collective last year. My full designation is Seven of Nine,
Tertiary Adjunct of Unimatrix Zero-One.

DR. WHO: There, you see, Ramana. You're not the only one around with a truncated name.

SEVEN: A truncated name?

RAMANA: Yes. My full designation, or name, is Romanadvoratrelundar, but you can call me Ramana.

The Doctor focuses on the main screen. Displayed is a large image of the dimensional vortex. Various call-outs and
pop-up windows float on the main screen displaying sensor readings and multiple views of the vortex.

DR. WHO: An impressive sight, don't you think, captain?

JANEWAY: Yes, it is. Phenomenon like this one are the reason I'm an explorer. We just can't make heads or tails out of this
one, though.

SEVEN: The rift does not conform to any known pattern for naturally occuring spacial anaomalies.

DR. WHO: That's because it's artifical.

SEVEN: Artificial?

DR. WHO: Yes. Someone created it and used it to travel between dimensional space. I thought it was you but your captain
assures me it wasn't.

CHAKOTAY: Well, we sure didn't create it. Nor have we encountered anyone in this quadrant that technically advanced.

DR. WHO: Captain, would you permit Ramana to assist Seven in analysing this vortex?

Janeway gestures toward the console.

JANEWAY: Be my guest.

Ramana steps forward and joins Seven at the computer console. She quickly starts using the control inputs.

RAMANA: The wild extremes you are detecting are caused by background noise. I've adjusted the sensors to filter out the
noise.

The image on the screen shifts and reforms. Where once before was a ribbion of color with tendrils radiating out from
the center, now is a shimmering circle. A faint trail leads from the hole toward a nearby star system.

SEVEN: Impressive.

TUVOK: There is an ion trail leading from the vortex.

JANEWAY: What do we know about that star system?

SEVEN: The star is 8.47 light years from the vortex. Sensors detected a highly industrialized civilization filling the entire
system.

CHAKOTAY: Industrialized. Do they have warp capability?

SEVEN: It is possible but no ships have been detected entering or leaving the system since our arrival.

The intercom comes to life with a message from the bridge.

KIM: Bridge to captain.

JANEWAY: Janeway here.

KIM: Captain, we're receiving a distress signal.

JANEWAY: Source?

KIM: It's from a ship in the nearby star system. They say their under attack and require assistance.

JANEWAY: Set course for the ship, maximum warp. I'm on my way to the bridge.

Voyager turns away from the dimensional vortex and streaks toward the star system.

CUT TO: The bridge.

Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Seven, The Doctor and Ramana exit the turbolift. Janeway and Chakotay take their seat
in the center, Tuvok goes to his tactical station and The Doctor and Ramana join Seven at her station behind the
captain's chair.

KIM: We're in visual range.

JANEWAY: On screen.

A small runabout size ship appears on the main viewscreen. The ship is noticably battered and plasma is venting from
the engines. An object that appears to be a spikey ball pursues, firing energy bolts at the ship.

KIM: Sensors detect two life forms on the damaged ship. No life signs from the pursuing craft.

TUVOK: Their shields are down and they have multiple hull breaches. I am also detecting fluctuations from their power core.

JANEWAY: Harry, get a lock on the occupants of that ship. Beam them to Sick Bay. Janeway to Sick Bay. Doctor,
prepare to receive wounded.

KIM: The radiation from their ship is making transporter lock difficult.

Disruptor fire streaks from the spikes of the pursuing craft and the damaged ship is engulfed in a ball of flame.

CHAKOTAY: Harry, did you get them?

KIM: Transport was sucessful. I beamed both of them in Sick Bay.

The spikey ball flies through the wreckage of the small ship. It turns and heads toward Voyager.

JANEWAY: Shields!

Energy reaches from the spikey ball. Voyager rocks under the impact. Colsoles spark and explode inside the ship.

JANEWAY: Report!

TUVOK: Shields down to 25%. Hull fractures are reported on decks six, seven and eight.

JANEWAY: Photon torpedoes, full spread!

Torpedoes streak from Voyager toward the spikey ball. They seem to impact and detonate harmlessly.

TUVOK: No measurable effect.

PARIS: Whatever that thing is, it's tough.

A flicker of recognition crosses Dr. Who's face.

DR. WHO: Captain Janeway, I think I recognize that device. I believe it is an automated defense pod but I need to access the
TARDIS's computer to be sure. May I do so from here?

JANEWAY: Yes, but hurry. Tom, evasive pattern omega.

PARIS: Evasive pattern omega, aye.

Dr. Who and Ramana frantically tap at Seven's control board. Dr. Who suddenly lets out a sharp intake of air and
rapidly inputs more comands into the board.

DR. WHO: Tuvok, I've transferred tactical data to your station. Quickly, adjust the phasers to this frequency and fire at the
polar shield generators on the defense sphere.

TUVOK: Firing phasers. The defense sphere's shields have collapsed.

DR. WHO: Fire another torpedo barrage, minimal spread.

TUVOK: Firing torpedoes.

The torpedoes streak towart the sphere and seem to burrow their way through to the other side. The sphere explodes.

PARIS: Yeah, got 'em. There not so tough.

DR. WHO: Don't worry, that trick won't work again. They'll adapt. The next sphere we encounter will be expecting such an
attack. Captain, I believe I know who created the dimensional vortex and sent that defense sphere.

JANEWAY: Who?

DR. WHO: I would like to talk to the people we rescued first but, if I'm right, we're all about to be in very deep trouble.

CUT TO: Sick Bay.

Two individuals lay on the diagnostic beds. One of the individuals is male, the other is female. Both are young and
appear to have been in combat of some sort. They are covered with cuts, bruises and grime. There clothing are ripped
and caked with dried blood. The mechanical dog K-9 is carrying varous hypos and medical instruments. The Doctor
bends down, takes an instuments and tends to the two.

Enter Janeway, Tuvok, Dr. Who and Ramana.

JANEWAY: How are they, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Unconscious, for the moment. I've treated their internal injuries and radiation exposure. These two have had a
rough time of it.

DR. WHO: Is it safe to wake them? I have a couple of questions to ask.

DOCTOR: I can give one of them a stimulant but it will only be temporary and I can't risk it more than once.

JANEWAY: Do it!

The doctor bends down and takes a hypo away from K-9. He injects it into the male. The male coughs, gasps and
tries to sit up. The Doctor gently pushes him back. Dr. Who and Janeway step closer.

TIM: Uh, where am I?

JANEWAY: You're safe. We rescued you.

TIM: My sister, is she here? Jules!

JANEWAY: She's fine, she's right here.

DR. WHO: Your attackers, can you tell me about them?

TIM: They invaded our world suddenly a couple of months ago. We didn't know what hit us. They've bombed our cities,
killed or imprisoned our people.

DR. WHO: Can you describe them for me? Were they large? Did they look like lumps of flesh in battle suits?

TIM: No, not organic.

DR. WHO: Mechanical? Were they tall or silver looking?

TIM: No. Small, dome shaped.

Tim lets out a groan and slips into unconsciousness.

DOCTOR: You'll have to stop your questions for now. They need to rest. They're out of danger and should be able to talk in
a few hours.

JANEWAY: Did you understand anything he said? Were you able to figure out who did this?

DR. WHO: Yes, I believe so. We need to have a meeting when these two are awake and alert. This entire galaxy is in
imminent danger.

CUT TO: The briefing room.

Seated are Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Seven, Paris, Kim, Torres, Neelix, The Doctor, Ramana, Tim and Jules. Dr.
Who is standing at the display screen. An image of a dome shaped robot is on the screen. The robot has a domed
turret with a cylinder protruding from it. They turret sits upon a square body. Two manipulator arms or weapons
extend from the body. Sensor disks cover the robot.

DR. WHO: They're called Daleks. They're the scurge of countless planets. If they're allowed to develop a foothold here, this
galaxy is doomed.

SEVEN: There is no mention of these Daleks in The Collective's history.

TUVOK: This dimensional vortex, they created it?

RAMANA: Yes. In the dimension we come from, the Daleks are well known and feared. The Doctor has fought them many
times.

CHAKOTAY: They just arrived and started attacking? Without warning or provocation?

JULES: Yes. Two ships. We hailed and hailed them but they didn't respond. We sent our warships to intercept them and
they flew right past. As they entered orbit they seeded thousands of those spikey spheres. Any ships in the system were
destroyed. They bombed our cites from orbit. Then they landed. Those things poured out. They just seem to keep coming.

KIM: What about your defenses? Your military? Surely you put up a fight.

TIM: They wiped out the organized military early. We formed resistance groups and started guerilla warfare operations. They

PARIS: How were you able to escape?

JULES: They came for our father. For some reason, they kept saying they wanted him alive. They took extra special care in
his capture. They were so careful we were able to slip by. We made it to a hanger and found a ship that was still in good
enough repair to be space worthy. We'd hoped to find someone, some civilization that could come back and help us. Help
free our world.

DR. WHO: Well, you found us.

TORRES: Whoa, wait a moment. Are you implying we're going to be able to help them? These things took over an entire
world. We're one small ship.

NEELIX: Maybe we could help find some help. The Hirogen perhaps? Or the Krennim?

DR. WHO: There isn't enough time. We've got to help them, now.

TORRES: Why? Why isn't there enough time? Why do we have to help them

DR. WHO: Because of what I said earler, if the Daleks get a foothold, this entire galaxy is doomed.

PARIS: Aren't you being a little melodramatic? The entire galaxy?

DR. WHO: No.

RAMANA: The Daleks are notorious and ruthless. This galaxy is unprepared for them.

KIM: We've fought the Borg, that should make us prepared for anything.

DR. WHO: Compared to the Daleks, your Borg are mere babies.

PARIS: You are being melodramatic. The Borg assimilate anything they find. What could be more devastating than that?

DR. WHO: Yes, yes. The Borg assimilate all they encounter. Assimilate is the key. In some way, the life and culture of their
victims still exists. Their memory is not forgotten. The Daleks destroy all they encounter. They are opposed to all organic life.
They will exterminate, eradicate, wipe out all life in this galaxy. After that, they'll move on to another galaxy. And another.

JULES: But their not doing that on our world. They've killed millions but they're not on any extermination campain.

DR. WHO: That's odd. That is completely out of character. It is against their very nature in fact.

JANEWAY: Perhaps it's part of some plan we don't know. Or, perhaps they've been reprogrammed. Why did they choose
this world? What is strategically valuable about your world? Any precious metals or minerals? Location? Technology?

TIM: No, nothing I can think of. Skaro isn't really a technical giant. We haven't had FTL drive for very long. No superior
weapons.

RAMANA: Wait, could you repeat the name of your world?

TIM: Skaro?

DR. WHO: Skaro! Of course. I should have recognized the constellation arraingments.

RMANA: I tried to tell you.

JULES: Wait. What is so special about our world?

DR. WHO: In their home galaxy, the Daleks are from the planet Skaro.

TIM: What are you saying, that these invaders are us from a different dimension?

DR. WHO: That would explain why they're not exterminating all life on your planet. They view the Kaled life form as perfect.
You do call yourselves Kaleds, don't you?

JULES: Yes.

DR. WHO: And you know the Thals?

TIM: Thals? Well, our large southern continent is called Thal. I suppose you could call the people who live there Thals.

DR. WHO: But you're not a war with them?

TIM: No.

RAMANA: Well, some things are different.

JULES: What do you mean?

DR. WHO: The Daleks were originally created after a devastating nuclear war between the Kaleds and Thals.

NEELIX: How terrible.

TIM: No, we're not at war with the Thals. We are a united planet, at peace. At least, we were at peace.

CHAKOTAY: If what The Doctor says is correct, we have to stop these Daleks. Ramana said you've faced the Daleks
before, Doctor.

DR. WHO: Yes, and barely got out with my hat in one piece each time.

JANEWAY: Well, this time you have us to help you. Now, all we need is a plan.

RAMANA: The Daleks arrived in only two ships, yet they've taken over the entire planet. That's correct, isn't it?

JULES: Yes. It seems they're producing them somehow.

RAMANA: And all these Daleks are are coordinated by a central body.

DR. WHO: Standard Dalek proceedure. What are you thinking?

RAMANA: Well, what if we were able to introduce a virus to disrupt the central computers? With the computers down, the
Daleks couldn't coordinate their activities. At the same time, we could introduce new orders, self destruct orders or something.

TUVOK: In order to do that, you would have to gain access to their computers. Voyager cannot face another of their defense
spheres.

DR. WHO: Not to worry. I could take the assault team in my TARDIS. We could materialize near the control area.

RAMANA: Are you sure?

DR. WHO: Oh, not to worry. The old girl and I have gotten quite good at short hops like that. The big thing is, what kind of
help can you provide, captain? That is, if you agree to help.

TIM: Please, my people are dying. We're desperate. Please Captain Janeway, help us.

JANEWAY: We'll help. Chakotay, you and Tuvok make a list of people best capable of assisting The Doctor. After that,
work with The Doctor and Ramana on a plan of attack. We'll meet with the assault team here in two hours.

CHAKOTAY: Yes, ma'am.

CUT TO: A turbolift entrance.

Four officers, two men and two women, arrive and call the lift to take them to the briefing room.

ANDY: Leonie, how are you doing?

LEONIE: Fine. I see you got a call too.

ANDY: Yep. Hey, Eric.

ERIC: Guys.

T'RACY: Am I late?

ERIC: No, just in time.

The turbolift doors open and the four officers step inside.

LEONIE: Any idea what this is about?

ANDY: I think it has something to do with that visitor that arrived in Sick Bay.

ERIC: I heard we're gonna kick Borg butt.

T'RACY: I'm sure we'll find out soon enough.

ANDY: Bridge.

The turbolift doors close....

To Be Continued...