The next day, I took Susan to see off the soldiers leaving in a TARDIS to attack Skaro, the Dalek homeworld. We gave the Salute of Rassilon to them, the highest honor a soldier can get. (Besides the Medal of Rassilon. Or the Golden TARDIS of Rassilon. He's a very popular politician, it seems.)
They left with a wheezing, groaning noise and we all cheered, and the families of the soldiers cried of both joy and sadness. Another reason I don't want to be a TARDIS rider. That noise is so...awful. Like a Dalek and a Northern Spike Slug had a kid and now the kid has bronchitis. I smiled and walked back home with Susan.
Several days later, the TARDIS came back...by crashing through the Sky-Trenches and hitting the side of Rassilon's palace, then falling down, the door facing straight up. I ran over there with Susan, and called the Royal Medics of Gallifrey to help. They forced open the door and went in, with climbing hooks. They each brought up the soldiers, one by one, and someone else flipped the TARDIS back up. Of the three hundred soldiers sent, only one hadn't regenerated. The wives of the soldiers ran frantically, not knowing who their husbands regenerated into.
One soldier was awake and immediately was questioned. This how he explained it.
The-the Daleks...they exterminated all of us. We're all in our last incarnations thanks to them. We escaped in the TARDIS, but they zapped it and damaged the dematerialization circuit. I had to fly the TARDIS, manually, all the way back to Gallifrey, without even knowing what I looked like!!!
(It was then decided the soldier be given a Medal of Rassilon and be promoted to four-star general to make him stop bragging about it.)
Anyway, some of the Daleks looked so...different. Each one was a different color. White, red, blue, orange...they said they were from 800 years in the future. They said..."The Eleventh has bested us, we shall destroy his past." They said they were coming for...someone called the Doctor.