The author of this story would like to thank fellow 'Totally Spies' writer jettmanas, who was kind enough to create some new cover-art for this adventure.
The wind and snow of the South Pole raged furiously around WOOHP tracking station 'BRAVO'. The domed building stood out from the desolate landscape, its lights shining brightly through the glass windows, illuminating the nearby surroundings of the otherwise dark landscape.
Inside, the monitor control room was toasty warm, much to the relief of its two current operators, Mike Galloway and June Tarrant. It was a particularly dull work shift, sitting in front of the computer screens, looking out for anything untoward that might appear in the nearby area. The problem was that in the seven years since the base was constructed, nothing exciting had happened in their area at all. No mad schemes to take over the world, no falling meteorites, not even a daring explorer who had lost his way in the snow.
"Oh, why couldn't we get an assignment in Los Angeles," grumbled June as she sipped her hot chocolate. "They seem to have all the excitement down there."
Mike looked across at her and raised an eyebrow. "I thought you said you always wanted a quiet and fairly basic kind of life," he said.
"I must have been out of my mind," snorted June. "I certainly didn't expect to be wind up in this frozen nightmare!"
Mike smiled sympathetically, feeling just as bored and restless as his colleague. "Well, we've only got another month to go before our shift here is over," he yawned. "Then I can get home to my beautiful wife and you can be back with your lovely girlfriend."
June smiled at the prospect of seeing Sara again, especially since she was planning to pop the big question to her as soon as they were reunited. Sara was a fairly shy girl and had not summoned enough courage to propose, so June decided to be the proposer. She had the ring all ready in advance, waiting for a really romantic moment to give it to her. Looking forward to that moment made going through this tiresome job almost worthwhile. She was just starting to dream of their wedding, when there was a sudden, intense blip on the monitor screen in front of Mike.
"Hey, look," he said in surprise. "Looks like we've got company."
June bolted upright and gazed at the screen, grateful for any distraction from this dull routine. "Is that a ship?" she asked in surprise, staring closely at the blinking light.
Mike shrugged. "Could be. Or maybe it's a copter that got lost in the snow or something. Whatever it is, I better get out there and check it out."
"I'll come along with you," insisted June. "You might require some help out there. Besides, anything is better than sitting around here, twiddling my thumbs all night."
A few minutes later, they had donned their snow gear and were driving the jeep through the relentless snow and wind, towards the coordinates that the strange signal was coming from. About an hour later, they reached the top of a ridge, and as they got out of the jeep to get a better look, they were amazed at the sight below.
"It's a flying saucer!" exclaimed June, gaping at the size of the ship in front of them. Mike looked closely at the spaceship, feeling just as flabbergasted. The object was indeed shaped like the classic flying saucer design that you see in films and comic books, oval in shape and covered in gleaming silver panels. It was lit-up by a series of bright lights built into the machinery, that made the whole area look as bright as day.
Mike shivered, but not from the snowy atmosphere. There was something cold and inhuman about that ship that chilled him to the core.
"June, I think we better get back to base and radio Jerry," said Mike, almost in a whisper.
"But we only just got here," protested June. "Don't tell me you actually prefer to be back in that boring old control room."
"Maybe I do," said Mike nervously. "Call it intuition, but there's something about that thing that gives me the willies. I don't think it's safe."
Suddenly, a dark shadow moved over them and they whirled around to find themselves facing three, domed, metallic creatures. The silver creatures were squat in shape and size, with three appendages sticking out of each of them. One appendage was placed at the top of the dome with what looked like a camera lens attached at the end, while in the midsection, the second, longer appendage had what seemed to be some kind of sucker attached to it, acting like some kind of hand. The third, stubby appendage looked like some kind of gun-stick and all three of the creatures were aiming their respective weapons directly at Mike and June.
A harsh, metallic voice came from one of the machines, breaking the edgy silence, and the one word it spoke made the two petrified WOOHP agents realise that for them this was the end.
Beams of light erupted from the ends of the creatures' weapons and struck Mike and June at point blank range. For a moment, their bodies were illuminated with a powerful radiance that made their bones and internal organs clear like an x-ray. The bodies twisted as they screamed in agony, their last thoughts being of the loved ones that they would never see again. Then, they collapsed lifeless to the ground, the snow already starting to bury their bodies.
Inside the spaceship, more of the strange, metal aliens were busying themselves at various control panels as a distinct electronic heartbeat sound resonated throughout the entire ship. The aliens worked under the watchful eye of their leader, distinguished from the others by its deep red casing.
These creatures were the most dangerous and feared beings in all of time and space.
They were the Daleks.
There was a bleeping sound from the communication panel and the leader moved over to it, speaking directly into the speaker.
"GIVE ME YOUR REPORT," it grated.
Another metallic voice came through the transceiver. "TWO ALIEN INTRUDERS HAVE BEEN LOCATED AND EXTERMINATED. NO OTHER LIFE-FORMS DETECTED."
"EXCELLENT," responded the Red Dalek. "CONTINUE TO PATROL THE AREA FOR ANY FURTHER INTRUSIONS. EXTERMINATE ALL ALIEN LIFE-FORMS. NOTHING MUST BE ALLOWED TO INTERFER WITH THE DALEK PLAN."
"I OBEY," responded the Dalek patrol commander over the speaker. The Red Dalek then turned back to its subordinates at the controls.
"ACTIVATE ATMOSPHERIC DISRUPTOR," it ordered. "MAXIMUM POWER."
"WE OBEY," responded the Dalek scientists automatically, operating various switches and dials on their control boards. As they did so, a hatch at the top of the ship opened up, revealing the snowy sky. A giant aerial then lifted up from the control room towards the open sky, before blasting a giant beam of light into the clouds. All at once, the clouds gathered up and began to spread across the region and beyond, snow coming down harder than before.
"ATMOSPHERIC DISRUPTION HAS BEGUN TO SPREAD ACROSS THE PLANET," reported one of the Dalek scientists. "TEMPERATURE STEADILY DECREASING. SNOW AND ICE LEVELS INCREASING."
"EXCELLENT!" declared the Red Dalek. "IN ONE EARTH MONTH, THE ENTIRE PLANET WILL BE PLUNGED INTO A NEW ICE AGE. THE HUMAN RACE WILL BE FROZEN OUT OF EXISTANCE AND THE DALEKS WILL CONQUER!"
The Daleks began to grate their battle cry, as if to warn the planet of its imminent destruction.
"DALEKS CONQUER AND DESTROY!"