Who: Martha Jones and Daleks What: Contacting the Daleks When: After Romana's comm. Where: A radio at the apartment. Rating: Low Status: Complete
Being in uniform helped her feel official, even if she was just using the radio for contact, jiggery pokeried into broadcasting on the Dalek's wavelength. As soon as Martha felt sure of a connection, she spoke into the microphone.
"My name is Doctor Martha Jones, I am an officer of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, serial number 56671. I am also one of the Children of Time and I come to you under the Shadow Proclamation to negotiate terms of surrender."
There was a long pause before the distinctive tone came through.
"State your intent."
So far so good. Martha took a breath before she kept going. "I propose a trade. The Lady President of Gallifrey in return for leaving the rest of us alone. You can end your war."
This time the pause was even longer and she felt sure that the Daleks would refuse. But once more the cold, mechanical tone that always sent a chill down her spine came through.
"Agreed."
Just like that. Agreed. It was only Martha's training to keep cool under pressure that stopped her from almost collapsing.
"Then we meet. All of your number, to collect her, tonight." She rattled off an address, a quiet enough place, out of the way and hopefully minimizing any human casualties and yet open enough that they could all move as they wanted.
"Agreed."
That seemed to be that. She had invoked the Proclamation, something even the Daleks should follow, at least for as long as it took them to blow them all the hell up.