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Yep, time to pull out the Tarot cards to see who is wearing the Red Underpants of Death . . .

The Doctor pushed past River and, to her horror, unlocked and pulled off his gloves as he dropped to the ground next to Bob.
“What are you doing?” she cried. “Get those gloves back on . . .”
“Doctor, these tunnels are just as bad as the surface,” added Kitty. “You’re exposing yourself . . .”
“I can take a little,” he said. “I’ve got to examine the body . . .” He began running his hands over the history professor’s torso.
“We don’t even know if he’s dead!” began Kitty.
“Oh, he’s dead all right,” said the Doctor, beginning to unfasten the seals on Bob’s suit. “And every system in his suit appears to be fried, in case you were hoping for him to tell us what killed him.”
“Ugh,” groaned River. “I hate ghost signals . . .”
“What’s happening, Professor?” asked Jenkins, coming down the stairs.
“Don’t come any closer, Jenkins,” said River, “and tell the rest of the party to freeze. History Bob’s down.” She shook her head. “What am I going to tell his department? What am I going to tell his boyfriend?”
Kitty knelt next to the Doctor as he palpitated the body with his bare hands. “I don’t see any marks,” said Kitty.
“And you won’t. But his internal organs are mush. He was hit with a coherent plasma burst . . .”
”Are you sure?” asked River, whipping around to face the Doctor.
“Absolutely. When you’ve seen as much of this as I have . . .” He pulled his gloves back on and locked them into place, then began fiddling with the dials on his suit. “And if the body wasn’t proof enough, the stench is. Augh! Be glad you can’t smell it . . .”
River turned back to Jenkins. “Can you help us get Bob up the stairs? I don’t want to leave anything behind.”
“Good idea,” put in the Doctor, “but we’ve got to move quickly. They’ll be back any moment.”
“They?” asked Kitty. “Who’s ‘they’? What killed Bob? What’s going on?”
“No time to talk, Kitty, we’ve got to get out of these tunnels,” said the Doctor, lifting the historian’s body under one arm. “Jenkins, would you mind . . .”
The grad student hurried forward and took the dead man’s other arm.
“Bob’s camera,” the Doctor said. “Do you see it anywhere, River?”
“No,” she said, sweeping the headlamp of her helmet around the tunnel.
“They likely took it. Haven’t decided if they can use the body yet, but they’ll probably come back for it. Jenkins, you got him? Good. Let’s go.”
“Would somebody please tell me what’s just happened here?” said Kitty.
“We’ll explain later,” said River, as she pushed the medic towards the stairway.

Once the party was back above ground, River began barking orders. “All right, back to the Lupine, fast as we can. RayQuan, Juan, take Bob’s body,” she said, gesturing for Jenkins and the Doctor to hand the corpse off to the brawniest members of the group. “We’re getting out of here ASAP!” She gestured in the direction of the ship and then began jog-trotting through the wreckage. “Try and keep up, and don’t let anyone lag behind!”
“Ohmigod!” exclaimed Megan, who had been at the end of the line into the tunnels and, like half of the party, out of com range, “Is Professor Reynolds dead? What happened?”
“Shut up and run, Megan,” said River. The frightened undergrad complied. “Yes, I’m afraid he’s dead. I’ve made a serious mistake coming here. This planet’s not lifeless after all.”
“But what could live here?” asked Kitty, as the party struggled throught the ruins. “The planet’s utterly toxic . . .”
Before River could answer her, the Doctor responded. “This was my mistake, not yours, River.”
“You think you should have told us not to come?” River replied. “But you didn’t know any more than we did . . .”
“But I should have! I led the fleet back here! I coordinated the bombing. I thought there were no survivors. I thought we’d killed them all. I thought nothing could exist here! I’m an idiot, a senile, forgetful idiot . . .”
“With all due respect, Doctor,” panted Po, jogging at the rear of the group, “what the hell are you taking about?”
“Daleks,” said River.

*author ducks to avoid missiles flung by fans tired of Dalek-overkill scream , and attempts to justify herself by explaining that this entire story came to her before the finale aired*

“We’ll explain later,”
Rofl. xD

And I have no objection to your Dalek story, you're doing it well. ^^
(( had a feeling they'd turn up, anyway ))

Just enough to let y'all know I'm still working on this:

“Daleks,” said River. “Apparently, enough of them survived the bombardment to start breeding here.”
“In all this radiation and toxic waste?” asked Summer.
“Mother’s milk to them, probably,” said the Doctor. “They were engineered to survive on a planet just like this, ravaged by a thousand years of war.”
“But how do you know?” asked Po. “And what were you saying before, that you co-ordinated the bombing?”
“Wake up, Po,” said River drily. “The Doctor’s a Time Lord. He came here to oversee the excavation of his people’s artifacts. Make sure we treated them with respect.”
“He’s a . . . But I thought . . .” said Po.
“Do you honestly think anyone would come all the way to Ghehenna just to sleep with me?” said River.
“Actually, I would,” said the Doctor. “I mean, this isn’t exactly my first choice for a romantic getaway, but . . . “
”Later, Sweetie,” said River. “Save your breath for getting back to the Lupine.”
“But shouldn’t we go back to the Rover first?” asked Kitty. “I mean, we aren’t going to leave it behind, are we?”
“Certainly not,” said River, “at least not in any pieces big enough for the Daleks to salvage. But we’re halfway to the Lupine as it is, I figured we’d be better off if we got the guns before we went for the Rover.”
“Guns?” repeated the Doctor, incredulous. “You brought weapons on an archaeological dig? Whatever for?”
“For Daleks,” said River. “After that comment you made, the first time you saw Dilbert in our lab, about cellular residue and DNA strands, I started thinking. Just how much Dalek would have to survive to start the whole mess over again? Obviously, not much, from the look on your face. You figured there was a chance something had survived. So I decided we weren’t coming in here unarmed. RayQuan and I tested a series of plasma rifles, until we found something that would blow a hole in Dalek poly-carbide at thirty meters. Sideshow Bob’s breaking them out for us now.”
“That might not be enough,” said the Doctor, “if they’ve managed to get their personal energy sheilding on-line, you could blast at them all day and never touch them. Then again, it might actually be overkill. From all we’ve seen, I suspect that the locals are predominantly nudists.”
“Are what?” asked Kitty.
“Nudists. Naked. Crawling around in the open air sans casings. I mean, we’ve all caught movement out of the corners of our eyes, haven’t we, but always something small, secretive, lurking just out of sight. Certainly not rolling around in two meters of glossy black armor. And those tracks Bob was following? They were tentacle marks. This place is a Dalek’s paradise. They can actually come out of their shells and exist on the surface. They probably bask in the radiation, soaking it in through their skin. Look, up there . . .” He pointed to a building whose empty windows faced the light of the swiftly-setting sun. River gasped. At almost every opening, she could see pale, ropy tendrils of something hanging out into the light. She would have thought them wiring, or dead vegetation . . . but some of them were twitching.
“They aren’t even bothering to hide from us anymore,” said the Doctor. “They’re just watching. Waiting for their better-dressed bretheren to come up from wherever they’ve been skulking and finish us off. Then they’ll take the Lupine. And start off conquering the universe again.” The Doctor sighed. “They’re so predictable.”

Eeep! surprised

That would be SO freaky to see.. all those tendrils waving around.. like they're taunting the crew.. gonk

After they conquer the universe, they intend to keep this planet as a spa & nudist colony. mrgreen

More running:
“Keep moving!” barked River at several of the party who had stopped in their tracks to stare at the basking Daleks. “Our only chance is to get our guns before we meet an armed scout party. Hopefully, we won’t find they’ve gotten to the Lupine ahead of us.”
Everyone stopped asking questions and ran.

Sideshow Bob, dressed for the first time in a full space suit, stood at the ramp of the Lupine, surrounded by crates.
“All right, kids, this is what we’ve got,” said River, pulling the lid off one crate. “Half of us will take guns. Hold it like so, two hands.” She demonstrated. “Safety goes off like this, fires like this:” She let off a blast that vaporized a nearby pile of rubble. “Be careful, these things kick like a drunken Andromedan.” She opened a slightly smaller crate. “The rest of us will take these.” She lifted up an egg-shaped, metallic device. “These are explosive charges. We’ve got to go and set them around the site. Blow it up, so the Daleks can’t salvage any Time Lord technology from it. Then, if we live so long, we high-tail it back here and take off. Sideshow, you stay here and get the engines warmed up. Jenkins, no offense, but I don’t trust you with anything that goes boom, and besides, you’re the slowest in the group. Stay and help Sideshow. RayQuan, Juan, please put Professor Reynold’s body on a bench inside the airlock. Everyone, choose your weapon. Any questions?” She looked and saw the Doctor’s mouth moving, fish-like, behind his visor. “Sweetie, you have a question?” she asked as the students helped themselves to guns and bombs.
“Er, no, River, you seem to have everything under control,” he said. River noticed he wasn’t going near the crate of guns. Somehow she wasn’t surprised.
“All right,” she said, once half the party had picked up rifles and the other half had loaded the carry-pouches of their spacesuits with bombs. “We’ve got . . .” She checked her chronometer. “Less than two hours before sunset. We can’t survive the winds past that. Neither can naked Daleks, I expect, but it’s the armored ones we’re worried about. Come on. Let’s go.”
She began jogging back towards the dig site, rifle cradled in her arms. She looked back to be certain everyone was following, and saw a lone space-suited figure heading back into the ruins in the direction of the tunnel where they’d found History Bob. She didn’t need to ask who it was.
“Hold up, Cowboy!” she shouted, turning in place. “You are not going anywhere alone. Certainly not unarmed.”
“I’m just going for a bit of a reccy,” answered the Doctor sheepishly, turning to face the others. “And I’m not unarmed. I’ve got this, for one thing,” he said, pulling his sonic screwdriver from one of the pouches of his suit. “And this,” he added, tapping the glass of his helmet to indicate his head.
“And a fat lot of good your brains will do if a Dalek blasts them out of your skull. I’m coming with you. RayQuan, you lead the party to the dig site. You know how to set the bombs. Sideshow, you will wait until EXACTLY fifteen minutes after sundown for both parties to return, and, if anyone’s not aboard, take off without them, return home, and tell the Starfleet to send the biggest bulk cruisers they can find out here to blast this planet until it cracks like an egg. Is that understood?”