( colligo ¬ get collected ) → network.

I've finished the device that Hank and I were working on. If I've managed it, it should override the Daleks controls and allow me to hack them and initiate a self-destruct sequence.

I'm just going to need some help putting it into effect. The Daleks know about it, and it's clear they'll go to great lengths to stop its use. But even with that risk, this has to be done.

I simply refuse to stand by and let Hank's sacrifice be in vain.

We might want to obliterate any remaining angel statues we see in case it's one of the Weeping Angels trying to hide from me.

If anyone gets trapped by a Weeping Angel that I missed: don't blink, just think. Call in your mind for me to help, and I will. Keep me in your thoughts. Even if it does catch you and send you back, I'll find you. I'll bring you back.

There won't be anything left to find of them.


[OOC: See this narrative for what Rachel has done to them]

Well! I don't know about those stone creatures, but the Heat-Ray and the Tesla do wonders against the monstrous metal "Cybermen"! Between the superheated metal, the burning of the flesh inside, and the electrical disruptions we're inflicting upon them, I think we'll soon have them defeated.

Oh, this is fun! Perhaps even worthy of a new book.