Five years. Five long years. That’s how long it has been since Queen Chrysalis of the Changeling Empire first attacked Equestria since her initial defeat at the hooves of Princess Cadence and Shining Armor. After her forces were expelled, Chrysalis immediately began formulating a new plan to conquer Equestria. She had several teams of Changelings infiltrate nearly every major city in the land of the ponies. Then, she gave the signal, and all Tartarus broke loose. The infiltration caught the Equestrian military by surprise, and they suffered defeat after defeat. But then, rallied by their goddesses, they pushed the Changelings out of the cities and all the way back to the Changeling Empire.

It was clear that Chrysalis had failed yet again. Princess Celestia and Princess Luna had to make a monumental decision: pull back and risk the Changeling Empire invading again, or push on and crush them permanently. The thought of ending a race of creatures, no matter how troublesome, was painful for the sisters to even consider. But they made the call; it had to be done. They could not allow the Changelings to ever return and cause such destruction again.

So Equestria’s soldiers marched on, scoring victories at every confrontation. The Changelings outnumbered the ponies, but they lacked organization and morale. Numbers meant nothing against foes lead by a pair of goddesses. Every day, the Changelings lost thousands of troops and failed to put so much as a dent in the Equestrian forces. Soon word had come that Twilight Sparkle had risen to Alicornhood and the appearance of the long lost Chrystal Empire, which Princess Cadence took control of, increased the size of the Equestrian army. As her Empire crumbled, Chrysalis sat upon her throne in silence.

The Queen had seen better days. The stress of waging war, particularly the aspect of losing it, had taken its toll on her mind and appearance. Her deep blue mane was rough and tangled. Her once-glistening emerald eyes had faded, and slight wrinkles now gathered under them. Chrysalis hung her head and covered her face with her hooves. She knew she had lost, but she refused to accept this as a fact. No. She would do everything in her power to save her homeland and its inhabitants. Everything…and anything…

She needed a wild card. Something the Equestrians didn’t have, something that would give her the edge that she desperately needed. But she couldn’t think of anything. The Queen shook her head in frustration. The painful reality of her situation was burrowing into her psyche. Nothing in the world could save her Empire now…wait…nothing in the world…nothing in this world…
Just when she had all but given up hope, and idea burst into Chrysalis’ mind. She sat straight up and grinned deviously. If nothing in her world could save her Empire, she would find something in another world to do it. Yes…this was exactly what needed to be done. The idea came to her just in time. The Equestrians were a mere three day’s march from the Changeling capital. If this didn’t work…well…all would be lost.

Chrysalis gathered all of her guards and sages in the grand atrium of the capital’s castle. The sages had created a large, dark green symbol on the black-tiled floor using a powdery substance. This would be where the target of the Queen’s magic would appear. The guards stood a fair distance away from the symbol in a circular formation. Clad in obsidian chainmail, they would be ready for anything if the target turned out to be hostile. With time wasting away, Chrysalis approached the symbol.

“So, it has all come down to this…” Chrysalis muttered as she lowered her head and pointed her jagged horn at the powder.

“Mother…if you can hear me…give me strength in this dire time…I will not let my Empire die like a whisper in the wind…” she whispered to herself.

Seconds after she finished speaking, a blast of energy shot from her horn and set the symbol ablaze with brilliant neon-green flame. Chrysalis grunted as she focused every ounce of her power and magic on the symbol. It was agonizing; her wrinkles grew worse and her eyes dimmed further. The flames grew massive in size and threatened to lick at the ceiling of her gigantic castle. The green light flickered and glowed, reflecting off the faces of the guards, who had slowly backed away in fear.

“Just…a little…MORE!” Chrysalis screamed.

With one final burst of energy, everyone in the atrium was sent flying backwards and tumbling, including Chrysalis herself. Several sages and guards hurried to her side.

“Are you alright, My Queen? Do you need help?” they all asked nervously.

“Away from me, fools!” she shouted as she gathered herself and struggled to stand up. She felt weaker than ever; her vision was blurry but slowly correcting itself.

“Did it work? Well, did it?!” her angry voice boomed and echoed throughout the vast hallways and corridors.

There, in the center of the symbol, stood a large object that could be described as a giant peppershaker. Never before had such a thing been seen by anyone in this world. The Queen and her company stared in shock. On the top of its dome was a set of two glass bulbs and a rod with a strangely shaped torch. The metal was painted multiple colors, but they were too faded to recognize. On it seemed to be evidence of smoke coming from it. The middle of the figure had two more rods, both had three smaller appendages at the ends. The lower part of the thing had a mismatch of holes and spheres.

What surprised them the most was that the dome began to rotate, moving the torch-like rod around and the other two rods started to gain movement as well. Everything about this creature astounded Chrysalis and her company. Finally, the Queen cleared her throat and stepped forward boldly (after all, she did not want her minions to see any trace of fear in her).

“You there, creature. What are you, and from where do you hail?” The being turned to give the queen its full attention. The lights on the dome started to light up and small rasping sounds could be heard.

“I…”

“I AM…”

As it continuously tried to respond, its voice became a terrible electronic stacatto scream, which seemed to bypass her ears entirely.

“I AM A DALEK, MY SPECIES ORIGINATES FROM THE PLANET SCARO!”

“Dalek,” the Queen continued, “Do you have a name?”

The dalek continued to stare, “DALEKS DO NOT HAVE NAMES, NAMES ARE UNDER DALEKS, NAMES ARE FOR INFERIOR RACES!”

The dalek attempted to move, but only got to a foot or so before stopping. “MY MOVEMENT IS IMPAIRED, MAIN SYSTEMS ARE DAMAGED, I DEMAND ASSISTANCE!”

Chrysalis wanted to know more, but this dalek seemed seriously injured. All of that energy spent bringing him here would be in vain if he died. But time was short, and she couldn't risk taking too long to have him fully healed.

“Dalek, of Scaro, I have further questions for you. But for now, please allow my subjects to repair you. You are of no use to me in this state.”

As harsh as this sounded, it did not appear to phase the dalek. He merely nodded again and let himself be pushed away by a trio of Changeling sages. Chrysalis had ordered them to do their best to quickly patch him up to a point where his life was no longer in danger. She would learn more about this dalek, but first and foremost, she would get him to aid in the preservation of her Empire. One way, or another.

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It had been a few hours since the dalek was taken away to be repaired. At first the changelings had no idea on how to help the dalek. Using their magic, they managed to completely repair the dalek’s travel machine. The dalek was no longer at Death’s doorstep.

After the summoning, Queen Chrysalis had returned to her throne to rest while she awaited the daleks return. She had recovered some of her strength when it entered the grand atrium. Now more aware than he was in his injured state, he was able to fully take in his surroundings. The castle was truly enormous: a testament to the skill of Changeling masonry. Its architecture reminded him of the Kaled cathedrals from the ruins of his home world. The great, black walls seemed to stretch upward endlessly towards dark sky. Majestic flying buttresses cascaded down from the walls to the glistening black tiles of the floor. The place was awe-inspiring, and but took no mind to them and continued forward.

A long, red velvet carpet lead from the massive oak doors of the castle all the way to Queen Chrysalis’ throne. Along each side of the carpet were onyx statues placed at even intervals, also leading all the way to the throne. As the dalek looked around to observe the statues, he noticed each one of them was unique and resembled the creatures of this place. The statues along the left side appeared to be males, while those on the right side were females.

“Ahem.”

The dalek’s eyestalk turned turned to look for the source of the voice. It was the Queen, still sitting on her throne, with a guard standing on each side of her. He assumed she wished to speak with him, and he obliged, slowly moving along the carpet to her. Upon reaching the throne, which had great arches stretching out from its sides, he looked up and then down. Chrysalis raised a brow. He clearly knew authority and respected it when he saw it. She already loved this attitude of his.

The dalek wasn’t quite sure what to think. Everything in this place was so strange, so inadequate for a dalek, but surprising non the less. The creatures were strange enough, but it astounded him at how they were capable of building such an Adonis of architecture. And this Supreme of theirs (or at least, he believed it to be their Supreme) intrigued him. He wasn’t sure what to think of her yet, but he kept his eyestalk bowed, one appendage pointing downwards and the other in the opposite direction.

Queen Chrysalis rose from her dark throne and slowly approached him. She was just as intrigued by him as he was by her. After circling him a few times, studying him, she returned to her throne.

“Rest,” she said sternly.

The dalek looked up to see the Queen’s eyes. They were strong, despite how much stress had affected them. A strand of her blue locks fell across her face, but she pulled it back over her ear, not breaking eye contact with the dalek.

“I assume you have many questions. I will indulge but a few of them with what answers I can provide. But I brought you here for a purpose, and my questions and desires supersede yours. Are we clear?”

The dalek stood silently, “AFFIRMATIVE!”

“Now then, ask.”

The dalek wasn’t quite sure where to begin. But this Queen seemed to be in a hurry, and it was not on his agenda to anger her.

“SUPREME,” he began, “WHERE AM I AND WHY AM I HERE?”

Chrysalis leaned back in her throne and crossed her hindlegs.

“You are in the black heart of the Changeling Empire, my home. We are a nation at war with our rival, Equestria. I will try to be brief with the history, as time is of the essence. Years ago, I attempted to invade their land, the land of the ponies.”

The dalek hesitated before continuing, “EXPLAIN?”

“That obviously caught you off guard. I assume such a thing is unheard of on your ‘Scaro.’ You will come to understand what I mean soon. As I was saying, my invasion failed. My entire nation was humiliated and bitter, and we refused to take such defeat lying down. Five years ago, I attacked yet again, with greater surprise than before on my side. Though victory came to us early, it was hollow, and we were forced back home yet again. But this time, it was different. The leaders of Equestria, a pair of sister goddesses—“

The dalek began to think in further confusion. Sentient ponies? Goddesses? What was next?

“—decided to finish us off, permanently. As the months dragged by, my cities burned, one by one, unable to resist the unbreakable Equestrian army. They will arrive here, at my capitol, in less than three days. With nowhere left to turn, I took a chance a spent nearly every ounce of my energy casting a spell.”

The dalek was becoming more and more interested with each statement. Each thing was stranger than the last, but barely affected him at this point. This couldn’t be a dream. It was too real. He didn’t remember ever having dreams in the first place. The dalek figured he might as well accept the information being fed to him as facts.

“This spell was by far the riskiest I have ever casted in all my years. It was meant to rip a random being from his or her dimension and transport them here. Whether or not it was a true success is yet to be declared. Now, tell me, dalek, who are you? And make it quick.”

“YOUR HIGHNESS, IN MY UNIVERSE I WAS A SCIENTIST AND A SOLDIER!”

Chrysalis’ faded eyes seemed to brighten at hearing this.

“I ONCED SERVED AS AN OFFICER TO THE DALEK CAUSE! WHICH WAS THE TOTAL DESTRUCTION OF ALL LIFE THAT WAS NOT DALEK? OVER TIME I BEGAN TO QUESTION MY LOYALTIES AND STARTED TO CREATE MY OWN ARMY OF DALEKS, I WAS THEN SENT TO THE DALEK ASYLUM!”

The Queen was confused as to why he was sent there.

“Why didn’t they just dismantle you like any other machine?” she urged him.

“DALEKS ARE NOT MACHINES, WE ARE ORGANIC CREATURES INSIDE A METAL CASING, AS TO WHY I WAS NOT EXTERMINATED, DALEKS ARE INCAPIBLE OF DESTROYING SUCH DEVINE HATRED, MY SUPREME?”

Chrysalis was taken aback by this statement. His species thought hatred was beautiful. Not only that, but he addressed her as “his supreme.” It was odd, but certainly not unwelcome.

“It is good to hear that you have experience in the ways of war. I have need of a…soldier like you. Here is what I propose.”
Chrysalis knew that she was not giving this creature a choice. She was merely hiding behind a veneer of reasonableness to ease him into her service.

“I wish for you to serve in the military of the Changeling Empire. I believe you may be what we need to save our home and repel those foul Equestrians. Therefore, if you aid me, I will reward you beyond your wildest dreams. What do you say?”

No more than three seconds passed before the dalek took the stance from before.

“DALEKS HAVE NO NEED FOR REWARDS. ALL HAIL THE EMPRESS, THE LEADER OF THE CHANGELING AND NEW DALEK EMPIRE, WITH OUR POWER WE WILL GROW STRONGER, AND WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT WE WILL TAKE OUR RIGHTFUL PLACE AS THE SUPREME POWER OF THE UNIVERSE!!!! ALL WILL OBEY THE EMPRESS!!”

Chrysalis was shocked yet again. She had not anticipated such an outburst of loyalty. Not only had he denied her “generous” offer, he had also immediately expressed his desire to serve her.

“I…you…very well then! You will now be sworn in. Do you, dalek, swear your undying loyalty to me, your Qu...Empress, and to your new home, the Changeling Empire?

“YES, MY EMPRESS!”

“Do you swear to fight to the death for your Queen and your new home?”

“YES, MY EMPRESS!”

“And do you swear to obey my every command without question?”

“DALEKS OBEY WITHOUT QUESTION!”

“Then you will give yourself a name to show your loyalty.”

“IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT CREATOR, I WILL BE CALLED DAVROS!”

“Then, Davros of the Changeling Empire. You belong to me now, and never shall you leave my service. Is this understood?”

“I OBEY! I AM YOURS!”

Chrysalis grinned wider than she had ever done in the past five years. Her youthful appearance was returning thanks to this new hope. She only prayed that all of this would not be in vain. She still questioned his past and his reasons for his strange nature, but for now she had a war to tend to.

“The Equestrian army draws near. I will have a few of my subjects escort you to the front. Opaque Ridge will soon be the site of a deciding battle in this war, and I want you there as soon as possible. Leave my presence.”

Davros turned to leave, this time with four Changeling guards clad in obsidian chainmail at his sides. They lead him to the gigantic doors of the castle, which were slowly opening. He took a look out, and the heat of the summer sun touched his casing. He had big plans for this world, in the name of his new Empress.

Author's Note

Yeah, a dalek from the asylum, what will happen, just stay tuned, on the same dalek time, same dalek channel...and I'll see you guys next time...bye!