From one point of view
The Dalek Supreme looked on the planet, satisfied the triumph is assured. Their scans had shown the planet was rich with resources, yet poor in military infrastructure. All this value, gone to waste by the inferior beings, when it could be used to make new Daleks, new armies, new weapons, all for the glorious spread of the Dalek Empire.
The city before them, a collection of small dwellings with flesh beings lumbering around meaninglessly seemed to small to be a main population centre. But the scans stated this was the largest population centre on this planet. So here is where they would find the leader, and here is where they would declare their colonisation.
"FORWARD" the Supreme screeched, and behind it, the Dalek army progressed towards the powerless villages.
"Wait!" came a human male running from the village. The Dalek eyed him up and down-it was not aware that humans belonged to this world. But it was not too surprised-humans were a weed existing in all places, all worlds. The human seemed slightly out of place, clothes that had been manufactured by a machine, rather than the scraps expected of this world.
"I'm a scientist here," said the stranger, with a slight echo on the "r", "These are a peaceful people, they have no concept of war. Please, with whatever humanity is left within you, you must treasure the beauty of the society they have created."
"There can be no peace without the domination of the Daleks," the Supreme Dalek answered, "If they have no concept of war, the Daleks will all the more easily rule and control them. We will teach them the terror of freedom, and the comfort of servitude,"
The stranger's expression changed promptly, going from a concerned expression to breaking out in laughter.
"Why do you laugh?" the Dalek rasped.
"Oh you really didn't scan this species at all, did you?
"We scanned the resources of this planet, noticed the main population centres-"
"But you didn't actually try to learn anything about the people," the stranger responded, still smiling, "You think these people are free? They've already learnt servitude, already are dominated!"
"To whom? To you?" the Supreme Dalek asked, "Extermina-"
The stranger was alarmed at all the Daleks' gun sticks raised towards him, placing his hands up in a sign of peace, "No! No, not me. But I can show you who they are servants to."
"HALT!" the Daleks lowered their weapons on this order.
"These beings aren't the leaders of this world. The leaders are the giants living on the southern side of this world. They have claimed this planet through their strength, never having been defeated by any force."
"You will show us these leaders, or you will be exterminated" the Dalek Supreme ordered.
The stranger smiled, "Oh of course."
As they travelled south, the Supreme Dalek could have noticed that the stranger did not seem to tire, despite the distance travelled. It may also have noticed on its long distance scanners records of a blue box near the area it was passing. But all it could think of were these giants.
Who were these beings that had never been defeated. Would they meekly surrender when confronted with the might of the Daleks? Or would they need to be exterminated before they realised the folly of their arrogance? The Dalek Supreme looked forward to relaying this information back to the Emperor, another supposedly mighty species being taught the lesson of the power of the Daleks.
"We're here" the stranger said suddenly, pointing ahead.
The Supreme Dalek's eyestalk looked up, and up, and up, to find twelve humanoids, tall and lanky, heights scraped into the clouds in the sky. Their skin seemed to be made of stone, rough and creviced all over their bodies, clad in coloured cloth. The Supreme Dalek knew they must be dominated or destroyed.
"We have not been travelling long," a Dalek stated to the stranger, while the Dalek Supreme continued to look on amazed.
"Time works differently here. Differently for me, differently in different locations and especially different for them," the stranger pointed at the giants.
"We are not fools, scientist," the same Dalek protested, almost with a sense of sarcasm in the pronunciation of the title, "These are clearly unmoving statues."
"No," the Dalek Supreme answered, "Perform a deeper scan, and you will find these are beings with life signs. And they must be made to learn the true order of the universe."
The Dalek Supreme surveyed the collection of giants, and selected the tallest one as the leader. With a gutteral command of "Levitate!" the Dalek Supreme began to rise above the ground, leaving its army to look on. When it had reached the eye level of this giant, it began its declaration.
"Your planet, your people, and all your resources are now under the control of the Daleks. You will surrender and submit, or be exterminated!"
The Supreme Dalek awaited for a response. So did the Dalek army. But no response came.
The Supreme Dalek repeated its demands: "You will submit or will be exterminated!" Again it waited for a response. But no response ever occurred.
In frustration the Supreme Dalek shouted "Exterminate" and fired at the giant. But there was no response. No death twitches, no scream, not even a light illuminating the skeleton of the giant.
The Dalek Supreme returned to the foot of the giant, and turned its eye-stalk to the stranger.
"You! Stranger-explain why they are not dying!"
The stranger chuckled a little, "I did tell you. Time is different around here. Around us Time is moving quickly, but around it," the stranger paused, pointing to the giant, "Time is very slow indeed. Your entire speech is unlikely to be heard as anything more than a soft beep."
"And our weapons-"
"Dissipate before they reach the skin. They may have left a feeling of warmth."
The Dalek Supreme moved closer to the stranger, so that its eye stick almost touched the stranger's own eyes.
"Tell us how we can destroy it now scientist!"
The stranger leaned in, peered intently into the eye stalk and responded "You can't"
"That is impossible! The Daleks can and will destroy all inferior species!"
"Well if you can't destroy them, it does make you wonder, doesn't it, just how superior the Daleks really are," the stranger responded, "And now you're stuck."
The stranger at that began to walk away. "Halt! Halt or you will be exterminated!" the Dalek Supreme called.
"No, I don't think so," the stranger called back, "If you exterminate me I'll die knowing that the Daleks are inferior to giants who are virtually statues, never moving. I'll die very happily knowing just how absolutely definitively inferior you are."
"We will go back to the village. And we will exterminate all the natives, destroy all dwellings, unless you submit to the Daleks!" the Dalek Supreme called, with a slight begging tone in its voice.
"Oh you could. But to return to the village would mean you were retreating from the giants. And even if you did colonise this world, you'd live in constant regret and fear of the giants in the south," the stranger continued to walk back, "The biggest fear a dalek has-that the universe finds out how inferior it is. Suddenly they're not scary anymore, and without fear they are powerless"
The stranger continued to talk, but he was travelling too far for his voice to carry. The Dalek Supreme stared at the stranger for some time more, its internal computer trying to come up with a way to resolve this problem and stay true to being a Dalek.
"Shall I exterminate the scientist?" a Dalek asked.
The Dalek Supreme, still staring at the figure, responded slow, "No. His time will come. For now we must use our energy for the more pressing situation"
The Dalek Supreme turned its arm and extended it towards the foot of the tallest giant. "All Daleks aim your weapons towards this target. The giants will recognise and obey the might of the Daleks!"
Clara had woken up in the TARDIS to find no sign of the Doctor. A mild alertness had come over her, though after checking that doors were not burning, and burnt figures were not trying to absorb her, she presumed he may be hidden in one of the many corridors she hadn't explored.
It was a surprise then, when she heard the TARDIS doors open. She quickly made her way back to the console room to she a dishevelled Doctor returning to the controls.
"And where have you been, may I ask?" she asked, with a motherly tone in her voice.
"Nothing important. Giving some lost tourists directions," he answered, not looking up at the controls, "Saving a village, defeating an army. Normal stuff really. Now…where to next?"
Clara noticed the time rotor beginning to stir, "Next? I haven't even been outside yet and we're already moving off? I mean, shouldn't you wait to see if the village is safe?"
"Oh I'm sure they will be. I left the army and tourists in the company of some really upstanding citizens-they'll watch out for them."
And with that, the TARDIS was in flight once more.
9 months later
"EXTERMINATE! DO NOT BREAK POWER!" the Dalek Supreme cried hysterically as it, along with all the dalek army fired their guns simultaneously at the foot of the giant.
"Supreme Dalek, we must retreat!" one Dalek stated, stopping its firing, "Our power supplies are low, and we are using significantly more energy to exterminate than we are capable to charge from the environment."
Other daleks began to stop firing in order to listen to this information, as the Dalek continued, "If we continue to fire, we will not have enough energy to manage basic life functions, or return to the Dalek saucer to refuel."
"We must not retreat until this giant is a corpse!" the Dalek Supreme commanded.
"We can retreat to the ship and return with our strongest weapons, that will eradicate the being," the Dalek insisted.
The Dalek Supreme paused to consider the suggestion, then ended the firing of weapons with a command of "HALT EXTERMINATION!"
All guns went dead, and the Dalek Supreme responded to the request. "We are the Daleks, the superior race of the universe. We cannot surrender, we cannot retreat-to do so would to not be a Dalek. But, if we used our strongest weaponry to wipe out this enemy, to wipe out this unarmed enemy-"
"We would be seen as champions!" the objecting Dalek interjected.
"No!" the Supreme Dalek spun its gun stick to draw aim on this Dalek, "We would be seen as the weak race which needs its strongest weapons to destroy an unarmed population of twelve! A superior race does not run to collect stronger weapons when faced with an inferior race-it exterminates all!"
The Dalek Supreme allowed a pause before commanding the Dalek Army "Exterminate the traitor!"
All Dalek weapons suddenly turned, aimed, and fired at the objecting Dalek, causing it to explode into debris. Their mission completed, the army turned to face the supreme. They all were silent as they awaited the new orders.
"If we do not destroy this giant, it will be worse than being dead. By not destroying this giant we bring the entire Dalek race into shame as cowards. And if we cannot destroy this giant with our weaponry," the Dalek Supreme's voice began to raise up in a crescendo, "We will destroy it with ourselves!"
"All Daleks, activate self destruct sequence!"
From the other point of view
Sanah looked around at the sky. It was going to be a lovely day. A few clouds brushed up against his scalp, but this was not out of the usual. He turned to see all his eleven friends also staring at their world.
He called out to the closest, and tallest friend, "Rakoy! How does the weather find you?"
Rakoy turned to face him, and smiled in recognition, "Sanah! What a nice surprise to see you? The weather finds me good today, though I-"
Sanah noticed he stopped talking, "Is there a matter Rakoy?"
"Hmm?" Rakoy asked, distracted, "No, I just thought I heard a bug beeping at me or something. And now my foot feels warm. Do you notice that?"
Sanah tried to focus his attention on his foot, but shook his head in disagreement.
"If anything, my feet are cold. The ground is quite chilly today, even though the weather is generally fine."
"I agree, but it is not my feet which is warm. Just the left foot. The right remains as cold as ever. And it is becoming increasingly warmer now."
Sanah looked down at Rakoy's left foot, and saw a faint collection of blue-green colours attached to his big toe. At the end of each of these colours appeared to be a tiny bug.
"I think I can see what the problem is, Rakoy. Either your foot is creating colour, or you've drawn the ire of a local insect colony," Sanah explained with a smile.
"My foot creating colour? What are you talking about you foolish fellow? There's no colour on my foot at all," Rakoy objected, pointing to his foot where, as he stated, all colour has been gone. Instead, Sanah could see little puffs of dirt and dust coming around the edge of Rakoy's foot, leading Rakoy to begin howling in pain.
"What was that?" Rakoy shouted, lifting his sore foot into his hands to smooth the pain.
"I saw some dust blossoms, Rakoy. Like an explosion, but very very small."
"An explosion?" Rakoy asked, incredulously, "An explosion? First you see colours extending from my foot, then an explosion? I think you need to have your eyes checked, my boy. I know what an explosion feels like, and that felt like me stubbing my toe on something,"
Both Rakoy and Sanah leaned downwards to see what was at the base of Rakoy's feet. And most of what they saw was dots, blue dots, black dots and white dots, all around. Some were coated in some time of egg sack, others just lying loose on the ground. Nearby, some slightly larger green blobs stood motionless.
"I do believe, Rakoy, that you've stepped into an insect's egg next," Sanah explained, standing back up straight, "No wonder they were annoyed at you. You really need to be careful where you step."
Rakoy returned to stranding with a grunt, "Really Sanah? After seeing the colours coming out of my foot and a miniature explosions around my toe, you think I'm the one who needs to be careful. Come, let's get you to the eye doctor to get your sight checked up."
As Rakoy grabbed Sanah and began to walk off, Sanah objected, "What about the insecct colony?"
"Come on now Sanah!" Rakoy responded, "I think your sight is far more important than a bunch of dead insects no one has ever heard of. Let's not worry about insignificant things"