It has been 18 years, 4 months and 16 days since my ship crashed. Now, I am ready. My systems are repaired. This is what I've been waiting for for almost the last 2 decades.

I fire my gun once, to make sure it works properly before starting my mission. I am still covered by the destroyed ship, but that shouldn't be much of a problem. I fire it again in success and it loosens some of the rubble. I start trying to hover, and succeed. I can't have been too deeply buried because I manage to move upwards and budge some of the broken metal and engine parts. It has been too long since I last heard the robotic sound a dalek's case makes when it moves. I love that sound. It is the sound of victory.

I emerge from the sad looking ruin which has gathered snow over time. I move my eyestalk to look down, it is snowy, as I already knew, so hovering is probably my best option, especially when I am so newly repaired. I move slowly, and feel old and rusty. I am merely warming up.

Observing my surroundings, I realise I really am in the middle of nowhere.

"Ec-" I say, getting used to using my voice again even though no one is around. It feels like such an effort when you are so out of practise. "Ex-, ex-... term..." I try again, it is the saying, or perhaps the phrase, a dalek always uses, we all mean it with huge intent every time we say it though. "Ex... term... in... ate." Now to try it a but faster. The word I am so used to saying sounds satisfying and enjoyable to finally be able to say again. "Exterminate." I love that word, it is oddly relaxing when it is the only reminder you have of your entire being. "Exterminate, EXTERMINATE" I say, getting used to speaking again and wanting to say it louder; it is my glory. I want to tell the whole world their doom, and I want to feel their fear and adrenaline emerge and taint the air. Excitement fills my casing.

"EXTERMINATE!" I shout again and again. Enjoying myself for the first time in ages. I travel miles, gaining speed as my systems begin to thrive again. I start shouting it as a sort of chant, every few seconds, and I anticipate each word with joy and impatience. What could be better than this single moment?

I barely notice as the miles multiply, and I travel farther and farther. I am determined. I am excited. I am filled with happiness. I barely notice as I cover more ground, and that ground turns to sea, and that sea turns to ground again. I continue screaming "EXTERMINATE" at the top of my voice regularly every few seconds. I do not stop as the sky darkens, and becomes black, or when the sun rises up once more.

I see a human! I take aim, but have second thoughts, I might as well get some use out of it before I kill it.

"Wh..." I start, I have become more than used to repeating the word exterminate, but am still out of practise with others. It turns around and sees me, and it screams. I love hearing screams, but this isn't necessary, I need to know things before I kill. It starts to run away so I just say the one word I can so far and kill it. It's body lights up, illuminating it's skeleton, and it falls to the ground. That is the feeling I love, the feeling I live for, the feeling I have missed so much. I am so satisfied to be able to kill again.

Maybe I should practise speaking other words, so I try again, whilst I am alone. "Wh... where, where... where am... I." It is not a question yet, there is no one to answer it; but it is a rehearsal. I don't have much more time to practise because there must be a village of some sort nearby if there was a human there.

The ground looks smooth enough not to need to hover anymore, so I quickly float upwards about 50 metres to locate the nearest village. I see it, and go back to the ground to make my way towards it. I'll just go invade one village today and rest because my systems are tired because they have not been used for 18 years.

A/N
Why am I enjoying writing this so much??