The Colt of Skaro

Gallifrey, Arcadia. Our base of operations was under heavy attack. It was only a matter of time before the Time lords broke through the gate. We had already suffered so many casualties, that the five Daleks that owned the base could very well be the last of our kind. Sec turned away from the monitor and toward his associates.

It was time to leave, to make sure the Daleks lived on.

Begrudgingly, we obeyed. Sec wasn't well liked among our numbers; He was always an anomaly of a Dalek, even among us. It was his idea for us to take on individual names rather than the simplistic ranks and designations, and further alienated himself by actually taking the time to mark down notes for the various planets and races we waged war against. Not just their potential weapons, but their culture. His logs on innumerable, often extinct species sat in a log in our databases, untouched. Sec, for all his other leadership qualities, would always be an abomination in our eyes.

-Action scene where they hold off timelords

-kolt stays behind to ensure the cult lives on.

-dragged into the void

-lands in Equestria