The craft sat floating, alone on a dark sea, drifting away from a billion suns, the nearest reflecting its light around the ship’s outer perimeter. In the shape of a sphere, the craft turned on an axis unseen, in silence, as lights flickered over its surface like synapses firing upon a living brain enveloped in the still tranquility of black ether.
Within the craft, chaos reigned and the atmosphere smelled of sweat, smoke, blood and fear. In the technology room that housed the ship’s communications and computing centers, there stood ten figures wearing black, hooded robes. The faces beneath each hood could not be seen inside the dark room, but occasionally, the whites of their eyes would flash beneath their hoods like the flicker of knives in moonlight.
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