It's the Second World War, and Britain had developed a new weapon: metal soldiers, built like miniature tanks, designed by an ingenious professor. They're called Ironsides, they're deadly, and they're here to help. But the Doctor knows thats all a lie. They're Daleks, and they have their own agenda. But why don't they recognise him? Why are they subservient to Churchill? And what is the purpose of the Progenitor? This time, there might not be a happy ending...