[IN WHICH DALEK WRITES A BLOODY THING]
Numbuh Five's screams were abruptly muffled by the hatch of the escape pod slamming shut, and then, just as abruptly, silenced altogether by the little craft being fired out into space, accelerating on a direct course towards the refugee fleet.
Numbuh 362 maintained her salute until long after the pod was a speck in the distance. Haltingly, she lowered her arm. While some parts of the last half-hour hadn't gone exactly to plan, she was pleased with the results. The Code Module was safe, the Archives transferred, the Book of KND was resting safely somewhere in the Sector V treehouse, both S.T.A.R.S.C.R.A.P.U.H. Heavy Cruisers were away, the Moonbase had been fully evacuated, and a whopping 85% of her tree-houses had successfully executed Operation D.O.O.M.S.D.A.Y. and lifted off, each taking a good chunk of the surrounding area along with them in a transparent shield.
And, the once-Supreme Leader reasoned, I suppose that "Tag, you're It" aren't all that bad, as far as last words go.
"...Heh."
She chuckled. Then laughed. And then her hysterical laughter morphed into frightened, terrified sobbing.
362's hands tried to steady herself on the console, but her grip failed her and she collapsed onto her knees. Gone was the façade of stoicism, determination, confidence and bravery that had carried the KND through her last hours leading it. Gone was the dignity and poise and strength that her status as Supreme Leader required of her. Gone were the months of training at Arctic base and Spy School, and gone were the years of hard-won field experience.
For the first time in what felt like a long, long while, gone was everything that had made her Numbuh 362. And now, all that was left was... Rachel. An eleven year old girl who adored ponies, liked gymnastics and history, and was now faced with the fact that she would die today.
Rachel choked, arms wrapped around her chest, feeling small and helpless and alone against the terror that held her in its grasp. She curled up, her forehead touching the prickly AstroTurf of her... of what had been her bridge, and wailed.
The deck shook, and alarms blared behind her.
The aliens, some small part of her realized.
Get up.
Rachel wriggled feebly, and slumped back down, wailing louder.
Get up.
Rachel unclasped her hands from around her chest, and braced them against the fake grass, pushing.
Get up!
Slowly, weakly, tears still running down her face and choked sobs sometimes bursting from her throat, Rachel stood, steadying herself on the console.
Swallowing, she dragged a sleeve over her face, soaking up tears, sweat and snot. She forced herself to ignore the big, yawning pit of despair in her chest, and to instead focus on what she had to do next. She slung the bag carrying her Supreme-Level access-enabled L.U.N.C.H.B.O.K.S. and the spare M.U.S.K.E.T. onto her shoulder. She picked up her S.C.A.M.P.P., and held it in a shaky grip so tight her hands hurt.
Breathe. Remember your training.
Rachel took shaking, hiccupping breaths of cold air and relaxed her grip on her weapon. She raised her arm, and dragged the sleeve over her eyes again, soaking up the last of the tears.
"I..." she said, choking on the words, "I c-can do this." She took a step. "I can do this." Then another. "I can do this." And then settled into an easy trot, each step feeling ponderous and monumental for her, and each punctuated by her muttered mantra.
"I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I must. I have to..."
Too soon, the former Supreme Leader was standing before the bridge elevator, her hand hovering over the call button. With an effort of will, and a strangled cry, she slammed the button down.
*Ding~!*
To Rachel's dismay, the doors ground open immediately. Taking a moment to build up her courage, she stepped inside. Turning around, her hand moved towards the appropiate button, her eyes turned down, towards the ground...
No. Look.
She looked up.
When she'd ordered that Moonbase Zero be built, she'd personally intervened in the design process to suggest certain features. One of those had been to position the bridge just so, that the first thing anyone coming up the elevator would see would be the Earth. She'd thought it would be a pretty cool thing for the newbies to see.
So, when Rachel McKenzie looked up, she saw the Earth. And even from here on the moon, she could see the fires that engulfed her home in smoke and ash.
The young girl had to steady herself on the wall of the elevator car to keep herself from falling. She blinked tears away and felt that maddening chasm in her chest come back. But still, she didn't look away. She refused to look away. She stared at her burning world until the image was imprinted into her very soul.
Nigel Uno…
She remembered the transmission. Hearing the voice that had once belonged to the greatest operative to ever live announce their doom while the ships of the G:KND warped in.
And the empty pit of her chest seemed to become less empty.
… You will die for this! If not by me, then by someone else! I swear it!
The button was pressed, the door ground shut and the metal cab going down, taking Numbuh 362 to her fate.