Davros was always a light sleeper. The young lad was ever eager to learn more about his surroundings, since the day he took his first steps. His mother Narissa always kept a close on her youngest born, for if she were to turn away for one second, to focus on the accounts of congress or to listen to the public broadcast, she would look back to find the toddler had invented a platform of plush toys as a way of climbing over the bars of his Playpen. As he grew older, wiser and more daring he would always find solace by listening to the radio in the dead of night with his older sister Karim in which the two were inseparable. Under the gaze of his stubborn, warrior father, in whom they share the same name. Davros Jr as his full title. Though the family always called him Davros since his father, Davros Sr insisted on being referred to as Sir even from his children.
Davros never liked sleeping, to him it was a waste of half a man's life, time that could be spent having fun. Though he always stayed up, he wouldn't dare go against his parent's wishes. If he was caught, then all his father needed was a stern word of warning in order to make him go back to bed. By the age of three he understood the chain of command in the household, and he was at the bottom.
So why was it on this night that seven year old Davros decided to risk his father's wrath in favour of getting out of bed? It seems that Davros' curiosity gets the better of him, and as he creaks open his bedroom door and stealthily goes into the living room, all thought of getting caught surrenders to the excitement of what's out there.
He switches the lever to the radio on, instantly a loud brass band tune shakes the room in rhythm, in desperation he instantly turns the volume down so as not to wake anyone in the house. He holds himself in fear, thinking that his father heard, but no sound is uttered from the bedrooms, and so Davros sits on the ground listening to the tune. However the song is cut short, just as the seven year old was about to get up and dance to the beat, the tone of the broadcast changes, static interference silences the song. Davros in frustration tries to alter the antennas in hope of getting the signal back, but all that he could hear was white noise. Finally a voice could be heard, either the station changed or the family radio was picking up some new transmission. The boy moved the left antenna one cm to the left to get a better signal.
"Can anyone hear me?! This is-"
The signal is lost, Davros makes his adjustments.
"We're losing men, fall back! Fall back!"
Again whitenoise is muffling the man's voice. Davros smacks the top of the radio, forgetting the noise he is making himself.
"This is Karel headquarters! Evacuate all personnel! Run! This is not a d-"
The signal is lost completely. The jazz song returns to fill the silence. But Davros does not have time to ponder over the meaning of the message, because of what followed. His living room lights up. A great source of light from outside fills the living room with an orange hue. Transfixed by this phenomena he goes to the window, looking out. The source of this light is coming from outside the city, over the distant mountains, miles and miles away. The strength of this glow was mighty, all of Skaro was lit up.
"Davros! What are you doing up so late?!"
He turned to see his whole family standing in the living room in dismay. But he was not scared, he was excited.
"Mommy look, the sun is rising in the west!"
Narissa is confused by what her son is saying, until she looks out the mirror also. Soon she sees the bright orange light on the horizon.
"It can't be"
She utters to herself. Grabbing Davros in her arms, holding him close. Weeping as she does. She is joined by her husband and daughter. The family stand together in comfort as they look out the window. After a minute or so the light fades and they dare not move, for how could one go back to sleep after seeing what they saw. The city erupts in sirens and alarms. Something terrible had just happened to the city of Karel.