The other Day of the Daleks!
'Um, i'm at Tomerton canal, and these pepperpot robots and their ape henchmen have sort of materialised in the tunnel. They've got guns'
<keyboard types. surprised pause> 'Oh. Ok, we're going to be sending the army. They'll be there within 20 minutes. In the meantime, is there somewhere safe you can hide?' ++++++++++++++++++
Soon the streets of Tomerton rumbled as a military convoy passed by.
Reconnaissance patrols confirmed these really were Daleks, and not just dustbins as UNIT are often called out for.
Soldiers crept to position...
...only to be 'scented' by the keen nosed Ogrons, who find the clean soapy smell of humans utterly disgusting!
violence erupted!
the Ogrons themselves being so thick skinned as to be practically impervious to small arms fire. UNIT suffered terribly:
the Ogrons came closer. Soon UNIT would be overrun!
Although we might wonder why no-one thought to do this initially, the arrival of a Ferret armoured car broke the dead-lock. Having never seen four wheeled vehicles in their own time-stream (familiar only with tricycles), the Ogrons turned in terror - revealing their less thickly skinned behinds. It's a mark of the professional solider that none of the UNIT men sniggered when given the order to 'aim for their bottoms!'
Having broken the Ogron lines, Daleks came into the fray.
Ghastly though it is to report, Dalek death rays are completely unimpeded by steel armour - in fact, it conducts!
As he shot a stumbling Ogron, Captain Yates called for the Land Rover. He had a plan.
Unnoticed as the battle raged below, Yates arrived on the railway bridge, and had Private Jones assemble the squad anti-tank gun.
'Plop one right his head Jones. One round, rapid' he said with a wink.
Each with an almighty kaboom, Daleks were demolished one by one:
Analysing the situation viz his KPIs and leadership team meeting on Monday morning, the Gold Dalek decided it was in shareholder interests for him to escape back into the time portal. Yes, Daleks are evil beyond belief!
Arriving late due to an important lunch with the minister he'd forgotten he had to go to, the brigadier was soon admonishing survivors for the mud on their boots, and harrying them to fill in paperwork for ammunition expended. From his firing position on the bridge, private Jones mulled mutinously, 'one of these days son, one of these days'.
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