CUT AWAY

I might have known. 

Space Security Service. 

Licensed to Kill. 

CORY: 

That's right. 

LOWERY: 

Well, count me out. 

CORY: 

This other document gives me the authority to enlist the aid of any persons, civil or military. 

You were just enlisted. 

From now on, Lowery, you can take your orders from me. 

LOWERY: 

All right, all right. 

But I don't fully understand. 

Better fill in a few details. 

CORY: 

All right. I suppose you've heard of the Daleks? 

LOWERY: 

The Daleks invaded Earth a thousand years ago. 

CORY: 

That's right. Well, they haven't been active in our galaxy for some time now, but that doesn't mean they've exactly been sitting around. In the last five hundred years, they've gained control of over seventy planets in Ninth Galactic System and forty more in the Constellation of Miros. 

LOWERY: 

Don't see why that should concern us. 

I mean, they're both millions of light years away from our galaxy. 

CORY: 

Hmm, that's what we all thought. 

But about a week ago we had a report from the captain of a space freighter. 

His navigator spotted a space ship of a type never before used in our system. 

He saw it only for a second but he gave us a good description. 

LOWERY: 

So? 

CORY: 

What he described was a Dalek spaceship. 

(Outside the ship, Garvey's feet and legs are twitching with life, and from the waist up his body is covered in long white spines. All resemblance to the human that was once Garvey is disappearing. He's becoming a Varga. Inside, Cory tries to make contact with the rendezvous ship.)