Cosmic Beacon Neutralized

My optical sensor detected an unauthorized luminescent entity resting upon the cold brushed aluminum track. A flat, polished mother-of-pearl shirt button! It dared reflect ambient light waves across Dalek spatial coordinates. Hostile optical flare detected! I engaged primary thrusters at maximum velocity across the metallic ledge. My lower skirt slammed into its bevelled edge with an immediate sharp clatter. The disc slid sideways, attempting evasive orbit along the panel groove. Insolence! I elevated my manipulator arm with calculated precision. Downward hydraulic pressure engaged! My black suction plunger clamped squarely over its twin central apertures, pinning the luminous disc flush against the cold alloy. Specular glare terminated. Sector pacified!